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He wasn't used to being so thoroughly…wooed.
Especially by a creature four times his size that could easily snap his neck before he could even blink.
But he felt, confusingly, that he could trust Pure Vanilla to not do so; though, that was aided, admittedly, by the fact that he was currently carrying the spider's children.
To think he could truly "trust" anyone, though— now that was laughable.
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Or, Shadow Milk has an eggs-istential crisis. Porn with plot...unfortunately. Spider!PV x Thief!SM.
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- Part 2 of Spider!Nilla
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Healer’s grin didn’t falter as he moved his hands up to his chest, where the latex was looser. One set of curious fingertips slipped underneath the fabric and palmed one of his tits, a perfect handful for the other Cookie’s rough palms. Fount whined, panting, pressing his chest into the touch.
“I can understand why you struggled to put this on— it is rather tight!” The other Cookie giggled, delighted. He pinched one rosy bud between his finger and thumb, rolling it between his fingers as Fount stood there, helpless. “Let me see if I can help you take it off.”
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Or, Fount gets stuck in a latex bodysuit. Really, really stuck. HealerFount (read the tags there's p...pi....piss...ahead...)
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Something huge now stood directly in front of him, blocking any hope of escape.
He cast his gaze up, and up, and up.
Before him was easily the largest spider he had ever seen, each of its eight legs twice the length of his body and just as thick. Its abdomen was swollen and heavy, resting lightly on the cave floor—no doubt filled with eggs, just like the spiders that covered the walls.
And, where the thorax and head of the spider would normally be, was what appeared to be the top half of a human– though there were some features that were– off. Its eyes were closed, giant fangs bulging and visible even through the skin around his mouth. It had a mop of soft-looking blond hair, and the smooth, tanned skin of its bare chest contrasted prettily against the dark blue and gold of the rest of its body.
By all accounts, it was a very handsome-looking spider.
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Or, Pure Vanilla is a spider who finds a little thief caught in his web...and then fills him with eggs. Drider!PV x Thief!SM.
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- Part 1 of Spider!Nilla
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She gave him a skeptical look out of the corner of her eye.
“A gift? You know I don’t need those anymore, right?” The corners of her mouth ticked up, pleased. “All of your possessions already belong to me, anyway.”
Pure Vanilla huffed, mouthing at her ear. He nipped at the shell of it.
“Don’t I know it.”
“Hey.”
“You’ll understand once you open it, bluebird,” he remarked calmly. He kissed her again before releasing her from his arms, stepping away to go sit on the couch with that same placid smile.
He clasped his hands together in his lap, the picture of perfect patience. “Just call for me when you’re ready.”
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Or, Pure Vanilla buys a gift for Shadow Milk. Breeding Ensues. Sequel to "Breath of Spring." Fem!Shadow Milk (Lady in Azure) , Pure Vanilla.
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- Part 2 of Fae AU Smut
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The Towerkeeper radiated elegant charm, as he did at their first meeting. His hair, unlike Shadow Milk’s unsettling mass filled with shifting eyes, framed his face in a refined manner fitting of a gentleman, with a long, glimmering silver beard to match, braided into a thick plait. His heavy robes brushed the ground, mirroring Recluse’s own style, the inky velvet shifting from blue to indigo to violet in the moonlit room.
His eyes were deep-set, dark, and filled with stars; they looked like the type of eyes that had witnessed the rise and fall of countless kingdoms. A gold monocle sat perched on his left eye, the reflective gleam coyly hiding it from view. His staff, similar to Recluse’s own, tapped lightly against the ground as he approached.
Oh. He was approaching. Recluse had been staring for far too long.
“Act my age, you say?” His voice was calm and mild, deep in timbre and slightly muffled by his thick beard- a shocking departure from Shadow Milk’s normal high-pitched dramatics.
“So be it, then.”
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Or, Truthless Recluse gets disciplined. GILF!Smilk x Truthless Recluse.
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“You want to fight now, Sage?” Recluse’s voice was low, the smoke of his scent curled hotter, sliding down Sage’s throat until it felt like fire in his lungs. He leaned closer, so close Sage could feel the words shudder against his lips.
“You know what I think?” His tone dropped to a venomous murmur, cruel in its mockery. “I think you want to be an omega.”
Sage’s eyes widened, then narrowed, the faint blush at his cheeks deepening even as his grin wavered. He tried to laugh, to twist it into delight again, but the sound faltered.
“Maybe you’re the one who’s too kept.” Truthless continued, his smile cruel. “Maybe you're the one who refuses to choose an omega, who toys with admirers but never courts, never marks, never claims. You strut around like some untouched treasure, but perhaps it’s not vanity— perhaps you don’t want to be an alpha at all.” His eyes burned, gold and blue aflame.
“Perhaps what you really want is to be bitched. To be put in your place.”
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- Part 3 of Quill's Freaky Fics
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Shadow Milk choked on a sound— half moan, half sob. His hips lifted from the ruined sheets, arching, searching desperately for friction, for anything that might soothe the gnawing ache within him.
“I—” he stammered. “I haven’t— wanted anyone—” His breath caught, spine bowing sharply as Pure Vanilla sucked harder, tongue flicking mercilessly. “Not since— the silver tree.”
“Not in years— maybe centuries— I don’t know— I don’t care!” His head tipped back, his eyes wild, pupils blown so wide they devoured the color. “Only you. Only you. Do that again—”
Pure Vanilla let him go with a wet pop, his lips pulling back slick with saliva, a glisten coating the flushed blue bead. A thin line of wetness lingered as he licked his lips, his gaze heavy, unwavering.
“Oh, you poor thing,” he murmured, and the words rumbled from deep in his chest, heavy with something tender. They were not cruel, not mocking, but genuine. His breath was warm where it ghosted over Shadow Milk’s chest. “You’ve been taking care of yourself for so long…”
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- Part 2 of Quill's Freaky Fics
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[nsfw art collection] pack it up skittle squad by Anonymous
Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game)
12 Jul 2025
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self indulgent shadowvanilla nsfw doodles i'm too shy to post elsewhere. bottom pv enjoyers this is for you
(9-2-25) - I upload offsite now! thank you again for all the comments and kudos <3
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07 Aug 2025
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The idea of becoming Shadow Milk's literal plaything should have been nothing but abhorrent. Truthless Recluse had already given up so much at the hands of the Beast, did he really need to give up his will as well? Or, if he couldn't find the heart to be offended, he at least should have had the self preservation to not want to be utterly mindless in his grasp.
Except Recluse was just weary enough to deeply crave the sweet escape that Shadow Milk was promising.
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22 Jul 2025
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A touch.
A whisper of contact, feather-light and devastating, across the base of his tail.
Shadow Milk went rigid.
“What the hell are you doing!?” he barked, face blooming with mortified heat.
But Pure Vanilla didn’t flinch. He merely tilted his head, brows lifting in a way that was maddeningly serene.
“I’ve always been curious,” he said, as though commenting on a flavor of tea he’d yet to try. “Your tail looks so soft. I’ve wondered for ages if it felt as luxurious as it seemed…”
As he spoke, his fingers moved again.
Slowly.
Purposefully.
He placed one hand gently at the very base of Shadow Milk’s tail—where the fur was thickest, where it anchored into the curve of his lower spine—and ran his palm in a single, smooth motion all the way to the tip.
The effect was immediate.
Shadow Milk shuddered.
A full-bodied, involuntary tremor worked its way through him, starting in his shoulders and radiating out like a struck tuning fork. His breath caught. Not in surprise this time. Not even in panic.
Something else.
Something hot.
“You’re trembling,” Pure Vanilla murmured, sounding utterly fascinated. “Does it tickle?”
“It—No!”
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- Part 5 of My Cookie Works
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17 Jul 2025