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my archenemy cannot possibly be this horny?! by Anonymous
Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game)
04 Feb 2026
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after experiencing a scorching defeat after the events at the spire of deceit, shadow milk cookie tries to de-stress... and gets caught by the last cookie he'd want to.
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14 Feb 2026
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A script has been presented to Shadow Milk for the next two years by the Playwright of Fate.
Such a shame that his co-star decided to go off script.Bookmarked by abigcoconut
14 Feb 2026
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Shadow Milk grit his teeth. “I hate you. All this vocabulary and not a single word that describes your idiocy, you’re so… so—“
”Frustrating?” He smiled, but something else tugged at the corners of his mouth, the expression not quite reaching his eyes which he opened. “I may be. You’re still coming with me.”
”Why would I? Just who do you think—“
“It won’t matter. What matters is that I can’t let you roam freely—I would hate to have to bind you, so we can do it nicely.”
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.The structure of the world is not made for ones like him. Where beasts are to be revered, Shadow Milk does not accept the idea of being any less. He is not an omega, and he definitely isn’t in denial. There are still those hands willing to hold his dough, and tell him it’s okay to need space to rest.
Or, Pure Vanilla helps Shadow Milk accept being an omega. (Eventual smut)
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- Part 1 of Wistful Witches’ Cauldron
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12 Jan 2026
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"I—I don't understand the anger you harbour on my behalf, but—" His breath caught again. Truthless Recluse drew the fount in, up until their bodies pressed together. "But I can't—"
"Can't what?" Truthless Recluse's hand moved up the virtue's waist, the material catching against the texture of his hands, calloused with work and other things beyond fount's comprehension. "Have you chosen yet?"
"Chosen?" It felt like each sentence become more confusing, as if Truthless Recluse spoke in mazes that twisted their shape with each glance . When the blond heard that hint of a question, he frowned.
"A name." It sounded almost agitated, but the rumble against the fount's skin sent something strange down the curve of his spine. "Or will you deny yourself that as well?"
Pale blue fingers pressed into the darkened robes further, as if he could will Truthless Recluse to stop speaking with that alone. "I—I am the fount—"
"Wrong."
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- Part 1 of From behind a burnt veil
- Part 1 of Last Words of a Shooting Star
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26 Dec 2025
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“Please,” Pure Vanilla whispered, voice barely above breath. “Can’t I hug my husband?”
Shadow Milk’s breath caught. His shoulders went rigid again, as if the word husband had struck some hidden bell inside his chest.
“Can’t I know my husband?” Vanilla whispered, and another kiss followed, this one at the corner of Shadow Milk’s mouth. “Can’t I have the pleasure of knowing his aches? Of kissing his wounds, of learning every line of him like scripture?”
His hands—those healer’s hands—rose again, fingers brushing through raven-dark hair and then sliding down to cradle his jaw.
Shadow Milk’s eyes had squeezed shut. His breath came unsteady. His hands still clutched his robes, but the grip was looser now. Less armor, more uncertainty.
“Allow me to be selfish,” Pure Vanilla whispered against his temple. “Just this once. Allow me to hold you.”
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- Part 2 of Pureshadow fae au
- Part 3 of My Cookie Works
Bookmarked by abigcoconut
29 Nov 2025