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Pure Vanilla Aweakend Shadow Milk

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NSFW!

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que regresa después de su travesía por Beast Yeast. Después de derrotar a Shadow Milk. Es más grande, te saca casi un pie de altura, su cabello dorado le arrastra hasta los pies, debajo de su túnica ahora tiene un cuerpo fuerte y jovial. Lo miras desde abajo y te intimidas.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que es más atrevido, más expresivo, que te mira con sonrisas socarronas y te hace ponerte nerviosa.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que es un cobarde y siente que se le desbordan las emociones y el deseo por ti. Sus ideales y sus formas son diferentes, más compasivas pero igual de crudas y duras como solo las mentiras le han enseñado.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que te organiza una linda cita para pedirte algo.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que te pide abrir su matrimonio.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que ve como te atragantas con la comida. Pero como no sabes exactamente cómo reaccionar; aceptas.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que te es “fiel” mientras sale por las noches con mujeres y se desquita con ellas por miedo a hacerte lo que su mente asquerosa desea. Pero nunca acostándose con ellas en realidad.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que todas las noches sale a la misma hora para ver a alguna mujer y regresa a primera hora de la madrugada con el rostro sonrojado, el cabello alborotado y su túnica levemente desordenada. Te da un beso en la frente mientras tú ya estás envuelta y dormida en las sábanas, se da un baño y se mete a dormir contigo.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que se inquieta cuando regresa después una de sus tantas escapadas nocturnas y te encuentra despierta, sentada en la mesa que tienen dentro de sus aposentos y un poco borracha.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que discute contigo cuando estás claramente molesta pero no sabes cómo decirle.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que salta de sorpresa cuando le dices que tienes una cita mañana y que no te espere para dormir cuando llegue de visitar a sus mujeres.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que hierve de molestia, pero no dice nada. Sabe que sería hipócrita quejarse.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que a la madrugada siguiente llega a sus aposentos y todavía no haz llegado. Toma un baño y se sienta en el borde de la cama para esperarte. Pero nunca llegas.

Shadow Milk que después de rechazar a PV y desaparece, no puede evitar seguirle la pista cuando esté regresa a Crispia.

Shadow Milk que no puede evitar poner la sonrisa más sardónica y vulgar cuando ve que su enemigo y alma gemela tiene una linda y bonita esposa a la cual no ha tomado todavía.

Shadow Milk que observa con atención como PV te pide abrir su matrimonio, casi se ahoga por la carcajada llena de locura que soltó ese día.

Shadow Milk que se presenta una noche en tus aposentos cuando PV te descuida por irse a saciar con otras mujeres.

Shadow Milk que no le es difícil ganarse tu atención con su encanto y carisma, que te acompaña y te entretiene cuando PV sale y te sientes sola e insegura. Hace trucos de magia, cuenta historias y actúa obras de teatro hasta dejarte feliz y somnolienta.

Shadow Milk que siempre se despide de ti con una reverencia cuando ya estás metida entre las sábanas. Desapareciendo entre las sombras de tus aposentos.

Shadow Milk que te invita casualmente a una cita. Y no puede evitar mostrarte una sonrisa divertida y maliciosa cuando aceptas.

Shadow Milk que te cita fuera del castillo vainilla por la noche. Su traje de bufón ya no tiene el cuello que lo caracteriza para agregarle formalidad al atuendo. Su cabello está atado en una coleta y se apoya en su cetro.

Shadow Milk que te ofrece su mano y pasean por el jardín.

Shadow Milk que se ríe en sus adentros por la facilidad en que se puede escabullir en el castillo de PV y en su esposa también.

Shadow Milk que te seduce, te da toques y comentarios coquetos. Te llena la cabeza de mentiras y endulza tu oído.

Shadow Milk que te coje bajo las estrellas de Crispia y sobre el jardín de orquídeas que PV plantó especialmente para ti.

Shadow Milk que te hace correrte hasta que estás loca y sobrestimulada antes de llenarte profundamente.

Shadow Milk que te besa la mano antes de subirte la ropa interior debajo de tu vestido, viendo como su semen escurre por sus muslos y relamiéndose los labios.

Shadow Milk que te deja en la puerta de tu habitación y se deshace en las sombras con una carcajada. Prometiendo volver si se te ofrece.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que te esperó toda la noche y levanta su mirada alerta cuando finalmente abres la puerta y entras a sus aposentos compartidos.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que finalmente recibe una cucharada de su propio castigo cuando te ve sonrojada, con tu vestido deshecho y frotándote los muslos. Y no le gusta.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que te cuestiona. Y tú arremetes argumentando que ya le habías avisado todo.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que mira de reojo una pequeña marca justo en el dobladillo del cuello de tu vestido antes de que puedas entrar al baño a tomar una ducha.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que te acorrala contra la puerta del baño exigiendo que le muestres tu cuerpo y lo que sea que el extraño hombre haya reclamado de ti.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que pierde el control cuando ve las marcas en tu cuello.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que coloca su palma contra tu aún mojado coño y le dices que no puedes hacerlo porque tú…

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que ya lo sabe.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que te desnuda y gruñe y se queja mientras ve cada marca que el extraño ha dejado en tus pechos, tus muslos y tus piernas.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que mete sus gruesos y largos dedos en tu vagina para sacar el semen con el que te atiborró quien aún no sabe que fue su alma gemela. Suspirando disgustado y con el ceño fruncido.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que te folla el culo una y otra vez contra la puerta del baño mientras murmura que eres de él y solo de él. Que es tan injusto…

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que te exige cerrar el matrimonio mientras se corre profundamente dentro de ti. Pero tú ya no estás tan segura de eso.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que te coje por todos los agujeros intentando hacerte cambiar de opinión. Pero dejas la petición en incertidumbre.

Pure Vanilla Aweakend que ve molesto y angustiado como nuevamente sales a tu cita la noche siguiente. Él no salió con sus mujeres esta vez.

Shadow Milk que te recibe toda maltratada y atiborrada por PV. Pero aún así te coje una y otra vez con gusto.

Shadow Milk que se pregunta, teniéndote desnuda y en brazos, cuánto tiempo faltará para que un día llegues con él tomada del brazo pidiéndole a PV que lo incluya a su matrimonio.

No sé porque imaginé a Shadow Milk escuchando corridos sobre amantes y esas cosas, en fin. Algo de contenido para fantasear.

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pure-de-vainilla · 3 months ago

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I really enjoyed the Pure Vanilla Yandere snippit we got from you! Could we possibly get some more? My favorite kind of yanderes are the ones who are aware that they're messed up and try to hold themselves back, struggling against what they desperately want to do vs not wanting to hurt the person they care about. That seems like the kind of yandere pv would be if he was one (to me)

I'm glad you enjoyed the snippet! My exans have ended, and I have a few days off right now, been in the mood for some yandere stuff 💗.

Withheld indulgenceೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

Warnings: Stalking, Yandere themes, obsessive (restrained) behaviour. Continue at your own risk.

"I felt something could be wrong. Could I come inside?"

You narrow your eyes at the healer stood just outside your house, contemplating slightly whether to let your good 'friend' inside. Alas, these check-ups have gotten almost obscene from him. Even to himself, when you catch him guiltily mumbling to himself about how nosy he can get.

Yes... nosiness. That was it.

Not the pent-up sense of duty, duty to keep you safe, duty to keep you happy, duty to keep you in his arms... all things he'd tried to desperately keep a lid on. You'd be scared, so much he knew, and then you'd flee, hurt, and confused.

You crank open the door for him regardless, which would be your first mistake. Let him in! indulge him so this heavy guilt withers away.

"Sure, do you want anything?"

You, you, you, you!

He bites his tongue.

"Some tea would be nice."

He smiles right back at you, and you turn to walk to the kitchen. Ever the oblivious to the thousands of moral dilemmas, the clashes with what he truly wanted and his sense of righteousness. Goodness, if you saw what he truly desired, you'd never want to gaze at him again.

Pure Vanilla Cookie finds his way to an armchair, one he'd surely sat in hundreds of times before, one you'd lovingly dubbed as his. The steaming cups of tea emerge from the kitchen in your arms, carefully placed on the coffee table in the living room.

Both of you reach for the same cup. Your arms brush against each other, and you giggle heartily. Pure Vanilla Cookie's heart skips a beat, gears turning in his mind. Both of you draw away.

"Sorry, PV! I didn't know that one was yours." You chirp, he nods but can not help himself from smiling. You notice a slight darkness tinting his cheeks - his eyes open slightly - an expression you can not recognize.

The countless nights tailing you when you were unaware, inisitence he be the only healer to touch your wounds... the only one to touch you... The guilt was eating him whole. His unwavering devotion was pushing his friends away, too, as they'd slowly distance themselves from him.

"Pure Vanilla Cookie?"

He flinches, as if brought out of a daze.

"Your tea's going to go cold. "

He grins feverishly, pushing the thoughts away. He knows they'll come back to haunt him later.

"Oh, sorry, I just dazed off a little."

Something tells you otherwise, a deep primal suspicion that he was keeping something from you.

"Pure Vanilla Cookie, you've been acting weird as of late."

Color drains from his face, eyes suddenly blown open wide. He opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. You stare, increasingly worried for your friend. Your eyebrows knitted together, eyes scrunched in worry. It pains him to see you so distressed. Pure Vanilla Cookie's mind scrambles for answers.

"It's nothing, don't worry about me."

You don't believe him, despite the fact that you so desperately want him to be okay. He sees it in your face that you're doubtful.

"Please, if something's bothering you..."

You reach out for his hand, taking his shaky hands into yours. He opens his mouth, and at once almost tells you the truth...

"I've... just been so stressed lately."

Yet lies again.

A/N: Writing PV is hard for me. Sorry for any shaky characterisation!

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pure-de-vainilla · 5 months ago

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OOUUGGHH, king Pure Vanilla and you, his most loyal, obedient, trustworthy knight,,,, i’m clawing at the walls somebody sedate me

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pure-de-vainilla · 6 months ago

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Pure Vanilla Sfw & Nsfw Headcanons

🍓These are shorter than SMC's, purely (hah) since there's less to say about nsfw headcanons. He's a really simple guy, alright? Anyway, I hope you enjoy these. I'll be working on the poly hc's soon and also some requests -- cookie run related and not. Love you all MWAH!

MDNI (Seriously I'll find you)

Tw: None?; Grammar errors

Info: Pure Vanilla Cookie x Reader; Fluff; Angst (only a little); nsfw

-Pure Vanilla Cookie is a gentle soul. His hands are soft and kind to any and all he meets, and he does the most he can to keep the peace amongst those he holds dear. His calm demeanor makes him seem like the perfect candidate for a partner, but I’m gonna be 100% this guy has issues.

-He has very real trauma from the Dark Flower War that keeps him up at night, despite how much he tries to hide it. Betrayal from one of his dearest friends also haunts him, despite things being… different now… it sticks with him as it would any normal cookie. He’s insecure to a level that a god-king should not be capable of, but he certainly feels that insecurity deeply. Oh, and he never got over White Lily Cookie.

-It’s also very likely that he wouldn’t deem himself ‘worthy’ of being loved in such a manner, especially after the situation with White Lily. He can’t save his friends, he can’t save his subjects, what would he do if he couldn’t save a lover? It would be better not to have his heart broken like that.

-Not to mention his experience with relationships is… sparse. Other than White Lily Cookie, he hasn’t really had much romantic experience – nor did he want to. His focus is often set elsewhere, and his humility can frequently get in the way of forming genuine connections with others.

-He’s so incredibly old now, he feels like his time has passed. Besides, any cookie who might proposition him is far younger, and while he respects them he wouldn’t want to get in the way of their opportunity to connect with someone who could be a better match.

-Not to mention he gets propositioned a lot. Many cookies like the idea of him, but few can actually handle how patient and gentle he really is. It doesn’t upset him, nor does he hold it against them, it’s just how the world seems to work out.

-Excuses, excuses, excuses with him. They’re never-ending.

-Then, of course, there was you. The sweet cookie you were, you had the patience of a saint. Any excuse he came up with, you seemed to find a way to prove him wrong. (You make him second guess if he really is patient, with how much you wait on him and work to prove him wrong).

-He isn’t testing you by any means when he pushes you away. Pure Vanilla Cookie really does believe you could do better than him. (Him! How could you do better than him!?) He’s trying to save you from himself, but the more steadfast you are the more he starts to fold and bend to what you like.

-It’s not like he doesn’t enjoy having you around, he quite prefers it when you’re by his side. You’re also so very pretty, he gazes at you when you aren’t looking more than he’d like to admit (his staff gives him quite the stink eye for this one). Your patience with him is admirable, and you make such an effort to get close to him. You’ve more than proven that you are serious about your confessions to him.

-After (literally) a thousand years, he decides just to try again. Leading you on was cruel, especially when he reciprocated your feelings, so he makes the effort of a confession – and great cookies above it was sweet.

-He brings you to his pagoda, a place you frequently spend sitting quietly next to him. He knows you’re fond of it, especially of the white lilies that bloom around it. You sit next to him as usual, staring off into the distance in thought while he watches you through his lashes. Your beauty is something he loves to behold, and he wonders if the kingdom would be alright if he did so for the next thousand years. Just like this, quiet and alone in the place you’ve both made your own.

-You laugh when you catch him staring, and his dough burns hot – both from the melodious sound and from being caught so shameless. He doesn’t let it linger too long, taking your hand in his with care he hadn’t shown you much yet. It’s a bit odd for him to suddenly be physical with you, but when he looks at you, and I mean looks at you, you understand what's happening.

-He tells you how he’s grown into his fondness for you, that he appreciates your patience with him and giving him a chance to think things over in himself before pushing him into a choice. He expresses what he loves about being around you and how he feels like himself when he is near your side. How he aches when you aren’t around, and that he worries for you all the time even though you’re more than safe in the walls of the kingdom.

-He goes on for so long that you have to cut him off and tell him you get the point, which just makes him laugh because that is something he likes about you. You never let him get too far ahead of himself or too deep in his head before you pull him back up for air.

-And, while you might’ve fallen first for his gentleness and his kindness, he falls leagues harder than you ever could. After his confession, he goes out of his way to have you around, and it’s not until nearly all of your things are within his room that he realizes maybe he got a little too deep a little too fast.

-Then you smile that smile and all his thoughts are washed away in favor of following after you on whatever adventure you had planned in the kingdom for the day.

-As a partner, believe it or not, Pure Vanilla Cookie is not physically affectionate so much as he is verbally affectionate. He prefers showing his love through words and acts of service. He will run himself ragged to make sure you won’t worry about anything. You’ll have to step in and stop him at times because he will go to the ends of earthbread for you.

-He’s so giving, always thinking of things he can do for you or gifts to get that would make you smile so widely at him. It’s something the other Ancients tease him relentlessly for, especially Golden Cheese and Hollyberry.

-Though, they are all fond of you in their own way. It’s been a long time since Pure Vanilla has been so… contented with things. He finds pure joy in doting on you, and he feels secure having someone who loves him as he is. None of them can disapprove of you when you make him so happy.

-They tell you embarrassing stories of him when he was younger, not a hero or a god, but a regular cookie who tripped over his own two feet and made a fool of himself. They tell you plenty of embarrassing stories about him having earned his power too and believe that to be true, but the ones they seem most fond of are those before they rose to their current titles.

-Pure Vanilla always huffs and pouts, but doesn’t interject much more than that when he sees the wide grin on your face. Seeing you get along with his long-time friends is very important to him, so he’s glad they’ve taken a liking to you.

-Even Dark Cacao Cookie seems to like you, humoring your little jokes and jabs as you give them. He feels as though he’s chosen the right cookie to love – though, he supposes you chose him and he just followed your lead like he always does.

-There is one tiny dilemma, though… White Lily Cookie. See, it’s not as though she is a threat to your relationship at all. She would never and could never interfere, even if she still held feelings for Pure Vanilla (if she ever did in the first place). Pure Vanilla is just a trainwreck of grief and regret surrounding her, his dearest friend.

-His love for you has never wavered, not once since he fell for you, but for a moment when he sees her, he’s terrified that it might. All of those feelings hit him at once, and he is again that reckless young cookie at the academy following her around like a lost puppy. She looks at him and his heart races, then it sinks to the pits of his stomach.

-How could he be so selfish to consider hurting you in such a way, for even a moment? He and White Lily Cookie were no longer the same as they were before their falling out, he knew that, and yet his past crept up on him like a monster in the shadows. It makes his stomach churn.

-But you lay a hand on his arm, and you give him this look like you know exactly what’s going on, and suddenly it’s all alright. You’re right here, and you’re all he needs. He knows that more than anyone else.

-That doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting in your chest when you see the way he looks at her, but you know your Pure Vanilla. He would never do anything to hurt you, he was the kindest and most loving cookie you have ever had the privilege to share your life with.

-Now, with that established, we can divulge into him as your partner.

-As I mentioned he’s very giving, but he’s terrible and receiving gifts from you. He’s not used to it, and he may outright refuse to accept it, but if you push him he’ll give. He always loves what you give him anyway, even if it’s the smallest insignificant thing. It always gets displayed somewhere he can see it, or he makes a way to use it in his daily life.

-It takes him a while to be open with you. He feels his feelings and thoughts are a burden on you, so his worries usually go unspoken unless you notice them yourself.

-If you notice something and point it out, he’ll tell you what's wrong. He wouldn’t want to lie to you and make you more worried about things. He downplays it a lot, though. It takes a lot of stubbornness on your part to get him to open up and admit when he’s feeling really bad.

-He does let you in little by little, and you get to see more of Pure Vanilla as he is beneath all the smiles and passivity.

-I also mentioned that he’s verbally affectionate over physically. He gives you so much praise it makes your head spin in circles. Everything you do is worth praising in his eyes, even silly little things like finding your way through the castle or grabbing yourself something special to eat one day.

-Constantly mentions how lucky he is to have you, his admiration truly knows no end. Ah, and he speaks of you all around the kingdom. Other cookies think you’re a literal saint thanks to him, and you’re treated with so much respect by those in the cookie kingdom.

-Gingerbrave, Strawberry, and Wizard Cookie all adore you, and get so very excited when you offer to go on an adventure with them. (Much to Pure Vanilla’s worry and dismay.) The way you interact with them makes Pure Vanilla’s chest ache at the sight. You’re so wonderful with children, he loves seeing the way you handle them with love and care. Makes him wonder what you might be like with children of your own… Ah, that’s not a trail of thought he should go down too far just yet. One day, though.

-As sweet and loving as he is, he’s fiercely protective of you. He’s lost quite a bit in his life, and he knows he will lose more, he’d like to prevent another loss if he can help it though. If you argue with him, it’s almost always about this.

-He doesn’t like you going to dangerous locations, he doesn’t like it when you leave his side for more than a day or so, and he certainly doesn’t approve of you putting yourself at risk for adventure. Usually, you settle this by just having him come with you, but sometimes even that isn’t enough for him.

-Regardless, the angriest you see him (other than the Shadow Milk incident lol), is when you are at risk. It’s easy to forget he’s very powerful, akin to a god, but he is. He is not afraid to use that power to protect you if he must. (It’s lowkey hot I’m ngl.)

-Now he’s not the type to go overboard with this kind of stuff, he’ll only do what he must to remove the threat if he has to. He is not afraid to be violent if he needs to be, though. Immediately after he will worry over you with such gentleness it will give you whiplash.

-He’s aware his outbursts of anger are uncommon and jarring from his usual demeanor, but he’s just a cookie after all. He loves you very much, and if he can keep you safe he will for as long as you live.

-Jealousy is rare from him, which is to be expected, but he does get jealous. Specifically when he sees you interacting with cookies in a way he can’t interact with you. Physical affection is usually what gets him upset.

-Not that he can’t be physically affectionate, but that he has a hard time being physical with anyone. It’s a difficult thing he struggles with, and while you’re understanding and loving, he can’t stop the rare annoyance bubbling up in his chest when he sees one of your friends touching you so casually.

-It’s the only time other cookies might get to see him frown around the kingdom, a displeased expression etched across his normally gentle features. It won’t fade until you return your attention to him and make him feel validated in his feelings.

-After these stints, it is common that he drags you (pulls you gently by your hand) back to his room and cuddles up to you in the quiet of his bedroom. He’ll whisper his worries at your insistence, and melt into your touch as you soothe him instead of scolding like most others would.

-Oh, and it’s very very bad when Shadow Milk Cookie is involved. Shadow Milk knows just how to get under his skin, and you are an easily accessible soft spot.

-Not only is Shadow Milk far more open in expressing himself than Pure Vanilla is, but he’s very physical with everything. While Shadow Milk may not see you as anything more than a doll to play with, it infuriates Pure Vanilla to see him touch you and flirt with you like you are his when you are Pure Vanilla’s.

-He brings out that possessive side of Pure Vanilla that he represses as hard as he can. He doesn’t want to share you, though. Not with anyone and especially not Shadow Milk Cookie. You are his life partner, the person he loves more than anything in the world, that’s not something he’s ever had before and he doesn’t want anyone else to be able to feel what your love feels like. Allow him to be selfish just this once.

-I also have a belief that ancients have something similar to a beast bite, though it’s less common that any of them “mark” a partner. Pure Vanilla is the least likely to leave such a mark on you unless you seem insistent upon learning about it.

-Functionally it’s similar to the beast bite, but there is no need for biting in their case – they can if they’d like to, though. Instead, it’s just a magical seal that can be placed upon your dough that resembles their souljam. It connects the two of you physically and emotionally.

-When Pure Vanilla misses you, it sends a wave of sadness through you. A longing that is not your own, but feels so familiar to your own that you could easily mistake it as such. His emotions always come in big waves that nearly drown you then quiet down again as soon as they come.

-Pure Vanilla, again, wouldn’t place one on you unless you really wanted it. If you did, though, he would place it right where your spine meets your neck. The little blue mark peeks over the tops of your shirts like a tease, reminding everyone who you are with.

-Just because he is kind doesn’t mean he can’t also be a little possessive of you. You’re wonderful, after all, he can’t risk any cookie thinking you’re available.

-Besides the blue looks stunning on your dough, if he says so himself. And he does.

-Now, onto the bedroom.

-To start I’ll say Pure Vanilla is deceptively innocent-looking. It’s easy to imagine he feels no urges or wants in a sexual sense, but that’s not true at all. He’s just good at repressing them. And he’s repressed them for years and years and years.

-His sexual experience is probably also low, but I can imagine he’s had sex previously with a cookie or two (maybe even White Lily, depending on the circumstances). The important thing is that he has experience, and he’s not as awkward about it as one might think.

-It’s very similar to how he falls in love with you, once he gets a taste he really can’t stop himself from falling further and further down.

-He’s very patient though, so he won’t initiate your first time together. He’d rather you decide that since he’s more than ready to do whatever you’d like. (He’d been thinking about it since three months in, but he didn’t want to move too fast so he just pretended nothing was wrong.)

-When you do decide you are ready, he is there waiting with open arms for you. He makes sure your first time together is all about what you want and focuses on making sure you feel good. He’s a people pleaser in every aspect of his life, including the bedroom.

-But, if he had to pick what he preferred, he’d probably admit to being a service top. He likes to make you feel good, and he wants to know everything that makes your body react to him. He treats it like a secret ancient knowledge that only he is privy to.

-He likes to know you in every aspect of your life, the bedroom is no different. He takes his time always, preferring to go slow and steady rather than fast and rough. He’s a quick learner too, picking up your likes and dislikes with an ease that would make any student jealous. Within two, maybe three sessions he’s got you read like a book. It’s infuriating how easily he manages to get you to melt under his touch.

-If you want to top, he’ll oblige you, though you can tell he really prefers taking care of you over being taken care of. There’s just something so special about being allowed to have you like this. So soft and pliant beneath him. All the trust in the world rests on his shoulders, and he holds it like it is the most important thing in the world.

-And he is so, so giving during sex.

-He takes his time with you, starting with slow and deep kisses that trail down your neck. He worships you like a god, smothering your dough with his affections. Not an inch of you will be left untouched from his lips, burning your skin into his memories so he never forgets how it feels beneath his tongue.

-And he whispers such loving words of admiration, talking about how wonderful you are for him. Mumbling against you that you taste so sweet and that each noise you make sounds like a symphony to his ears. He encourages you to let go, allow him to love you as you are, and let him see all the most vulnerable sides of you because that is all he wants.

-When he tastes your juices he sighs like he is in heaven. His pleasure is only found in you, after all. Your taste is something he could easily fall into addiction for, just like every other part of you.

-You can be rough with him while he goes down on you if you’d like, he doesn’t mind at all. Grab and pull at his hair, grind yourself into his face, and squeeze him between your legs with all your might. They’re just signs he’s doing his job right, after all.

-Oh, he’s a huge proponent of eye contact. While he can’t quite see well all the time, he always has his eyes open and on you when he can help it. This is especially prevalent when he is inside you (or when you are inside him).

-He presses his forehead to yours and watches your face contort in pleasure, allowing you to do the same. It makes the act more intimate, and he feels so much more connected to you like this. Like he can really see you for who you are in these moments, and feel that love that burns for him in your gaze.

-Alongside this, he always holds your hand. Regardless of if he’s going down on you or if you’re riding him or anything he is adamant your hands remain interlocked. It’s another layer of connection that he uses as a means of expressing his love for you.

-If you can’t tell, he’s seriously into body worship. He loves every inch of you, and sex is the easiest way that he can express this to you.

-He uses sex as an extension of his affection for you, rather than something for fun or to stake claim. It’s another form of love to him, and you can feel this through the way he treats you with such gentleness during the whole act.

-I don’t believe he’s into much other than what I’ve listed above. He’s very vanilla (lol) and traditional about sex, preferring things to be simple, sweet, and loving.

-He prefers to keep things in the bedroom, the idea of being caught makes him run hot, but you can convince him to try a few riskier places. Like the pagoda or in quiet rooms near other cookies, so long as the doors are locked and there’s no risk of interruption.

-He does not like being cared for during the deed, it makes him feel guilty that you’re caring for him when he would rather care for you. If you are insistent he’ll give in, but he makes it known he would prefer to be providing than being provided for.

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pure-de-vainilla · 6 months ago

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"my most beloved friend... i have returned to you..."

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pure-de-vainilla · 6 months ago

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IM ON PITY 90 PLS PLS PLSSSS GIVE ME AWAKENED PURE VANILLA IM GOING NUTSSS

(I already got him at 120 but for anyone else who doesn't this is for u)

Pure Vanilla watches your despair, and places his hand on your shoulder, "Just call out to me and I'll be there" Pure vanilla stares into your eyes assuredly. "You can do it I'll be there"

HE IS COMING HOME FOR U TRUST

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pure-de-vainilla · 2 years ago

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If Milk cookie ever decides to settle down with their special one, do you think he would like to have kids?

Who? The Christian-inspired cookie that happens to be super good with kids? The cookie from a tribe that's nearly extinct and therefore probably have big families as one of their strongest values?

Yeah he'd want kids. He'd absolutely want kids.

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pure-de-vainilla · 2 years ago

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It's Valentine's Day

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pure-de-vainilla · 2 years ago

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A bunch of shaded comms I did a while back!

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Hi I was wondering if you can do a one shot where we are Purple yams sister and we have a crush on Milk cookie

you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to tho

THABK YOU THANK YOU I love writing oneshots I wish I got more one shot requests. I’m surprised I reached 6 pages on docs with this, might be the longest fic I’ve written so far! Hope you enjoy it!

Oh and btw I did see the another ask you sent and made sure to include it the best I could in (Y/N)‘s personality!

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THE SECOND REASON- Milk Cookie x Reader one shot

You were never really sure what you saw in him.

You’d been adventuring with Milk and your brother, Purple Yam, for a while now. Hell you were there from the start! Yam was surprised at the fact that you wanted to join them as you were never the adventurous type. But Milk told you his story and goal, unlike Yam you were always keen to help and wanted nothing more than to help him out. But in reality this was far from the only reason, only you knew the second reason however. Too embarrassed to admit it to anyone you never actually shared this fact. So now, why is this important? Welllll-

“What do you MEAN you came for MORE THAN ONE REASON???”

It just so happened that you let that little fact slip to Yam. How this happened is a rather interesting set of events…

The three of you started to travel to Dragon Valley as that’s where you heard Dark Choco had last been. You’ve never been to the valley but you’ve heard many stories about it, so as Yam seemed more than excited you were far more than anxious. With heavy breaths the three of you continued on the trail to the valley, stopping in a forest full of thick foliage to set camp. As you sat around the fire eating the jellies you gathered pior Milk sat closer to you then usual. You were gonna question why but you knew it was probably best to just leave it.

“Hey (Y/N), are you alright? I noticed you shaking the entire time we were walking” Milk asked out of seemingly nowhere. You didn’t really question it however, this wasn’t the first time he tended to ask out of the blue like this.

“O-Oh yeah! I’m fine. Just a little scared in all honesty, haven’t you heard about the tales of the valley?”

“Of course I have! I’ve always wondered what it was like to experience for myself actually.” He said with his usual chipper voice. “I can understand your anxiety however, it is a dangerous place after all. But don’t fret! If any of us get hurt in any way my healing milk can easily heal us!” With that he flashed you his usual smile, man how you loved that smile. A small blush appeared on your face, dammit why now that was the last thing you nee-

“HA! Like we’ll get hurt! We’re FAR more resilient than to let something like that happen!” Yam was quick to interrupt the moment with his loud nature. “And get away from my sister-” You both ignored that comment, he was always like that.

“Well just remember, don’t worry. I’m always here to help if you need it!” Milk had finished his food and stood. Taking his shield and mace with him to his mace he said goodnight to the two of you. He was always the first one to go to sleep, somehow he did this without fail every time. Eating the last of your food you turned to your brother who was close to passing out on the log he was leaning against. You figured it was time to sleep yourself. As you laid in your sleeping bag staring up at the stars you just, couldn’t take your mind off of Milk. He would protect you, heal you, you just bgbgbggv gyvnvnnvfv he’s just perfect… you stood up for a little longer as your mind wandered to so many scenarios between you and him, finally falling asleep after a while.

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The heated air hit your faces like a brick, it was almost insane with how much of a difference the temperature was to outside of the valley. Yam was the first one to enter, you and Milk quickly after. You gulped at the sight of the lava below. It looked too easy to fall into… you shook your head and followed the other two. You weren’t fond of this place, it gave your anxiety a true run for its money. And Yam yelling various things along the lines of “IS THIS THE BEST YOU CAN DO??” and “I’VE FELT WORSE IN THE WITCH’S OVEN!!” definitely wasn’t helping you whatsoever.

Milk noticed your unease and slowed his pace to match yours. Now walking alongside you he looked over with an air of concern.

“(Y/N), are you alright? It’s hard to ignore your unease here.”

“Yeah I just- it’s just getting my anxiety don’t worry about it-” This was a fairly common thing for you to say, you didn’t want to make the two that traveled with you to see you as any more of a burden then you already felt like.

“You say that a lot-” Oh no he’s catching on… “I can’t help but worry! If you ever want to stay behind you absolutely can.”

“Yeah I know, but I swore to help you! I don’t wanna let you or Yam down just because I wanted to stay behind…” Was the floor starting to shake? You couldn’t really tell.

“You would never be letting us down! Cookies have their limits and we’d never judge you for reaching said limit.” He infront to Yam. “Or at least I wouldn’t…”

“That doesn’t change the reason I came with you in the first place, I made my promise and I tend to keep it-”

“YOU FUCKING IDIOTS WATCH OUT!!”

Yam called out as he ran closer to the two of you. In the heat of your conversation you two ignored the floor crumbling beneath you. In a panicked rush you too looked below to see the cracking and breaking ground. Your anxiety went into overdrive. You tried to run to the safe scorching rock but in your freeze couldn’t make it in time. Tears pricked at your eyes as you felt, trying to grab onto the rock to pull yourself up. But the edge was too far away now. You couldn’t reach it.

Breath heavy you were telling yourself that it was now the end.

But a hand firmly grasped yours, clear strain in its grip. You recognized this feeling of fabric gloves from anywhere, it was Milk! He didn’t hesitate to pull you to safety. Was it Milk? When you got onto solid ground again you noticed Yam having to let go of Milk’s ankles. How far did you fall in those split seconds? The thought itself terrified you. Before you could make any thoughts about what happened Yam stormed over to you and picked you up by the hem of your shirt.

“What the FUCK were you doing!? You almost DIED!!” Anyone at first glance would say this is a little irrational, but you knew he was just deathly worried.

“I-I was just talking to Milk- I-I didn’t think this would happen-”

“OBVIOUSLY NOT! You should’ve been PAYING more ATTENTION!”

“Hey hey hey let’s not fight!” Milk began to intervene, causing Yam to drop you to your feet. You felt awful.

“I’m sorry… I-I just didn’t want my reasons for coming to go to waste..”

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“Reasons?” Yam asked “What, ‘reasons’?”

“I have more than one reason for coming, you know! I didn’t want to waste either of them!” You didn’t realize what you had said at first. In your panic you let your tongue slip and said one of the very thing you were hiding.

“But you told us you had one reason for coming-” Milk tried to get into the conversation once again.

“N-No I have more then one-”

…

Wait, did you just say that, outloud? Oh no. Oh no no no no-

“What do you MEAN you came for MORE THAN ONE REASON???”

-Aannnndddd that’s how you got here. Great huh? You dropped that fact and haven’t said what the other reason was ever since you have. You three had just been continuing through Dragon Valley. Yam kept trying to get it out if you but gave up after a while finding the endeavor useless. Milk hadn’t asked you once. Many other things happened that day, including: another near-death experience, meeting the Mala tribe, meeting Mala Sauce, learning of the Dragon Valley’s endeavors, and the forming of the new plan to meet the dragon. But even through all of this, the fact that you would have to come clean about what you mean one day stuck through your mind the most.

After what felt like days to you it was finally nighttime. You badly just wanted to sleep and forget about what happened, but once again you just couldn’t. The stars felt like your only friend in moments like these. Making patterns with the bright dots you tried to keep the events of today off of your mind, but that was distracting from sleep as well. Letting your arm fall limp next to you, you heard footsteps from behind you. Looking up you saw white boots approaching. Milk? What was he doing up at a time like this? You’ve never seen him awake at this time.

The paladin took a seat next to you and looked over. He looks tired. Perhaps something had woken him up and he came to look at the stars to clear his mind.

“I, know you’re awake…” Orrrr maybe not.

“Yeah, I usually am around this time. Sleep doesn’t like me too much I’d have to guess.” You thought it’d only be best to respond. It’d be rude not to.

“I thought so, it’s why I came over.” You noticed the lack of cheer in his voice, it was usually full of it but now it laid calm and quiet. “I’ve been avoiding the question but, what did you mean earlier? Are you, hiding something important?”

Ahh you were dreading this. At first you kept quiet, not wanting to answer. But you knew you couldn’t keep quiet for long. With a sigh you finally spoke up.

“Well, it’s a somewhat weird answer. Are you sure you wanna know?”

“I would like you to, yes. But if you wish to keep it to yourself then do so. I won’t push you.” Milk smiled at you as he said that. His voice was comforting and reassuring, it was like warm milk. Huh, what are the chances…

“Well, um…” You sat up and looked to the floor. “It’s, you.”

“Huh? Isn’t your first reason also me?”

“No no this is different- my first one is because of your goal, the second one is just, you…”

“I can’t say that I understa-”

“I LIKE you Milk!” You cut him off to finally get your point across. “I just don’t like you, I love you! And I have ever since we first met…”

Milk was left speechless. His fair-white face was now covered by a strawberry pink that went all the way to his ears. You couldn’t look at him as you said that, you felt too embarrassed to do so. Admitting you fell in love at first sight? It was never easy, especially if you’ve never done it before. As you finally got the courage to look over to the other cookie you noticed the pink that was painted over his skin along with the large smile that placed itself on his face.

“Well it’s nice to see that my feelings are reciprocated!” Huh…? He sounded giddy as he said that. As your (eye color) eyes interlocked with his milky-white eyes he finally spoke again. “I’ve felt the same way, I wouldn’t say it was at first sight but my feelings grew the farther the journey went.” He explained inching closer to you. Was that all you could do? Inch closer to each other? It felt like that. Up until your lips finally locked with each other’s. The kiss lasted for minutes on end, it felt like heaven on earth. You two finally backed away for air, both of your faces now red.

“Well I think, that settles everything…” You chuckled

“I’d guess so!”

And with that you both fell silent again.

“What do you think we should do now? This’ll be hard to explain to Yam…”

“I think perhaps this would be a better thing to discuss in the morning.” Milk said, rubbing his eyes. It was clear he was very tired. Made sense, this might be the latest he stood awake in a long time.

“Yeah, maybe.” You yawned yourself. “Are you gonna walk back? It might be hard to fall asleep again with Yam’s snoring.” You were more than aware of that, having to endure it many times yourself.

“Perhaps not.” Milk said laying on the hard floor. “I can see why you prefer sleeping in open spaces now, the stars are rather comforting.”

“Yeah I know, it’s always been that way for me.” You chuckle once again. “Now get in the sleeping bag, I’m not letting you sleep on just rock and wake up with a sore back.”

“Well, I don’t think I could say no to that.” As much as it was a tight fit due to Milk’s larger frame you both were at least able to fit. “Is this a good idea? You know Yam won’t react to this well.”

“Eh he’ll live, he doesn’t control my life.” You yawned once again. “Good night, I’m gonna actually try and sleep now.”

“Ah- good night! I hope you rest well!” There’s the Milk you know. By each other’s side you feel asleep under the starlight. Romantic ain’t it? I bet so, but have fun explaining all of this to Yam. I wish you luck there, reader.

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