Enauki
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A Craving Only the Real Thing Could Fix by Ichor_Darling
Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game)
12 Mar 2025
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Shadow Milk Cookie's handiwork should be praised, especially when his sewing can create plushies of anyone he so desires not with magic, but by his own hand. A skill that can be so hedonistically self-satisfying and perverted that it could make any cookie sick.
Or Shadow Milk Cookie makes a Pure Vanilla Plush and does terrible things to it.
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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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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)
Series
- Part 1 of Wistful Witches’ Cauldron
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Bookmarked by Enauki
19 Jan 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
wow this is the most beautiful??? writing of sexual intimacy ive ever come across this is strikingly beautiful eretheal even... pure vulnerability of shamil and the reassuring gentleness of vanilla... hot as fuck!
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“You’re up late,” Shinjiro says breezily, eyes flickering up to look at her. “Couldn’t sleep?”
She shrugs, taking in the way his peacoat clings to his shoulders. “You’re back late,” she retorts, her voice crackling before she clears her throat.
(Kotone has trouble sleeping. Shinjiro helps her, just once.)
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Some things to say before the end.