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Shadow Milk never allowed Pure Vanilla to touch his scars. See them, but never touch.
Until he invites himself over when Pure Vanilla takes a bath.
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- Part 1 of invisible string
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A dragon's chaos and a human's peace by That_peach_anon
Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game)
18 Mar 2026
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The agreement had been fragile from the start.
A deal done between beasts, a settlement meant to decrease death on both sides, to cull the unmedigated slaughter and chaos that both inflicted on the other. Though the dragons had been resistant to the deal, they ultimately agreed upon it when it became clear that their smaller numbers would dwindle out before they could exterminate humans. One living dragon left wouldn't be able to recuperate like a dozen humans would. So they had agreed to the settlement, laying a tentative treaty of peace between kinds, if only to lessen their kind's blood that was spilled.
That treaty had been tested from the start.
Bookmarked by pluvie
05 Apr 2026
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i realyl like this bruh Both of them in next time heart emoji He can take it
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So, he stays quiet, and watches, and listens.
He shifts in his seat and bites back a huff.
He can't be obvious— can't let himself be caught. But the tight warmth of the Soul Jam of Deceit wrapped snugly around his length makes this a near-impossible task.
OR
Pure Vanilla fucks Shadow Milk's Soul Jam during a meeting.
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Sweet Little Flower, Ain't You The Best? by theloveinside
Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game)
12 Feb 2026
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Cookies all go to extreme lengths to obtain what they desire. Shadow Milk isn't more than that need, nor more than the desire for self-destruction.
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For the supposed bearer of Truth, Pure Vanilla Cookie is captivating in his self-imposed ignorance. The other alpha hasn’t noticed the creeping change of his scent, while it had always had an unusual sweetness to it, the once earthy undertones of black tea have lightened, turned to the subtle fruitiness of a camellia on the cusp of blooming. But, Shadow Milk has no interest in plucking this particular flower early. No, he’ll have him overripe, tender flesh leaking juices at the slightest touch, overpowering in his sweetness, pungent to the point of verging on rot. He will have his Truthless Recluse, his silly Nilly flayed open and desperate, so broken down by foreign instincts that he won’t know up from down, much less what he should or should not want.
Any day now, his first heat will be upon him, and he will beg for Shadow Milk to take him, to knot and claim him, to finish his transformation into the perfect doll.
Bookmarked by pluvie
04 Feb 2026
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as a pvsm main, i love this smtr depiction. I love smtr. Beautifully evil and a great exploration on omegaverse