postsecksings (postscriptings)
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tear into my everything (or; for the first time, he was held gently) by postsecksings (postscriptings)
Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game)
08 Feb 2026
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“… I will not hurt you, Shadow Milk,” They settled on decisively; “It’s not in my nature. And it’s not what you deserve.”
Shadow Milk Cookie scoffed, turning his head to stare blankly at Pure Vanilla.
“… It’s not what I deserve. To be torn apart is not what I deserve? Really. After all I’ve done and everything you know? Because — just a fun little reminder, ‘Nilly, there’s a lot of crimes back there you don’t know about.”
“Even so. Whatever punishment you think you deserve will not come from me. I am not judge, jury, nor executioner.”
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eyes like a motherfucking halo by postsecksings (postscriptings)
Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game)
02 Feb 2026
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“Hmph. I could shut it all down for you,” He tempted sweetly, trailing licks up the monarch’s neck that made him scrunch his nose and shrug up slightly; “Whisper those sweet nothings into your ears until that mind of yours melts to mush, make you forget aaaaall about those troubles… Turn you into my precious doll, my puppet…”
“Not tonight,” Pure Vanilla chuffed, nudging Shadow Milk away when his breath got too ticklish against their ear. In return, the Beast whined, rolling away to bury her face in the monarch’s tummy.
“Mean to me.”
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“I want you to claim me. Really claim me.”
Pure Vanilla is happy to oblige.
(Or: Shadow Milk’s insecurities catch up with him late one night, and Pure Vanilla decides the best way to prove his devotion is to worship Shadow Milk until he believes it.)
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25 Mar 2026
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Fount is convinced that Viridescent is having sex with him when he sleeps, so he decides to put the king to test. However, it doesn't end up going the way he expected it to...
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20 Feb 2026
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“I must say, I’ve been getting… bored, as of late.”
“Bored?”
“Well—not bored, but in the need of somethingg… different.”
Different. That word never meant anything tame.
“Like what, my dear?”
Shadow Milk’s eyes darted around the room obliviously as he dug a thumb into his palm, framing his thoughts like a confused student trying to clarify a difficult topic in a lesson. “Have you ever fantasized about… not being the one on bottom? Being the one ruining instead of being ruined? Plowing instead of getting plowed?”
…Though, those words belonged nowhere near a classroom.
OR: Pure Vanilla fucks Shadow Milk with a strap-on.
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- Part 3 of Indulgence
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20 Feb 2026