Shadow Milk Cookie X Reader - Blog Posts

Hey!!!!

Your art is so SCRUMPTIOUS I adore the way u draw Smc!!

Can you draw Smc getting y/n delivered to them like a present (let’s be real candy apple and black sapphire would be the ones who did it for him)

can you draw shadow milk showing support for y/n for exam days pls ☹️🤍 we just need some fluff fr

extra

y/n and shadow milk cookie but they're ✨️ married ✨️

Yes.

OOOOUHHHH GIRLLLL DON’T PLAYYY… this is MY typa shit.

Thoughts on milking Shadow Milk through his ass instead of riding him?

GET THE STRAP! GET THE STRAP

His reaction? At first, it’s pure mockery. His usual cocky, dramatic self—grinning wide, tossing his jester hat aside, pacing in a slow circle around you like you’ve just brought him a toy. "Ohhh~? What’s this, sweetheart? Planning on topping me tonight?"

He laughs—low, sharp, confident. But there’s a waver to it. Because even as he’s teasing, his eyes keep darting to the strap. The size. The intention. The fact that you’re serious.

Smut incoming/ MDNI

So now he’s already lying there, dramatic as ever—head tilted back against the pillows, legs lazily parted, chest rising and falling with slow, expectant breaths, and his lips curve into that familiar sharp grin. "Oh? So now you’re going to worship me first? I knew you couldn’t resist." He’s cocky. Smirking. Mocking you even as your fingers slide between his legs.

But the moment you touch him—properly, with care, with purpose—his voice catches. Just a little. His lashes flutter. And that grin? It wavers. "Nnghh… I— I was only teasing, you know—" You feel him tense under you. You press in deeper. Stroke over that tight ring of muscle, slow and teasing, coated in slick lube or your own spit—anything to make the glide smooth, comforting, perfect. He gasps. Bites his lip. His hips twitch against your hand. And now he’s trying to pretend he’s not into it."Y-you’re… hah… really taking your time, aren’t you? How generous of you—nnnghh—tch…" He’s a mess. Clenching around your fingers, squirming under your hand. "more—give me another one…" Trying to mask the way his hips are starting to roll down against your hand, seeking more. And that’s when you stop.You curl your finger just right, hit that sweet spot one more time, and then—Pull out.

Not roughly. Delicately. Teasingly. Cruelly slow.

"Ah ah—You think you can tell me what you want?" He’s trying to save face—just barely. His lips twitch in a half-smile, something strained and shaky. He wants to pretend he's still in control. "Aha… you’re being rather stern, aren’t you? I only meant to suggest—" Your grip closes around him. Firm. Tight. Your hand closes around his cock in warning. Enough to make him jerk, breath catching in his throat. His eyes go wide—lashes fluttering—his voice cutting off with a strangled, high-pitched breath. "Hh—!" You lean in close, breath ghosting over his cheek, your tone low and sharp like silk-wrapped steel: "I said. You don’t tell me what you want." You give him a slow, deliberate pump in your grip—enough to make his thighs tense and a sweet, helpless whimper catch in his throat. "If you beg before I tell you to, I’ll stop." "If you demand again, I won’t touch you at all."

Those words ring in his brain. And you squeeze—once. A reminder. A promise. His head tips back, breathless. His fingers curl in the sheets. You feel him throb in your hand, shivering under your control. "Y-you drive a hard bargain," he breathes, voice cracked but giddy beneath the heat. "But I’ll behave…Please."

He’s panting now, jaw tight, shoulders trembling—absolutely owned by the feel of your hand on him, and the knowledge that you’re in control of everything.

...

You guide him with care—hands still firm on his thighs, holding him open as you position yourself. The strap brushes against his entrance, slick and warm, and you feel his breath catch. His hands grip the sheets. "Ngh… wait—w-wait—"

But he’s not telling you to stop. He’s just overwhelmed. Already.

You smile. "Breathe," you murmur against his ear. "You said you could take it. Were you lying?" And oh, the way he shivers under that. The way his lashes flutter, and his lips part in a soundless, whimpering little gasp. "N-no. I wasn’t… I—I can…" So you press in, slowly, carefully. Until the tip slips past that delicate ring of muscle, and his whole body arches.

"Hhah—!" You don’t stop. Not yet. You rock in with slow, deliberate pressure—inch by inch, letting him feel every second of it.

"Ahhh—s-so full—so… ohhh…" You bottom out with a final push, your hips flush against his. His breath stutters in his throat. His thighs tremble. He’s quivering, his body clenching sweetly around you as if trying to adjust and beg for more all at once.

You pause. Let him feel it. Let him tremble. Let him want.

And then you start to move. Rhythmic. Slow. Deep.

Your hands pin his hips in place, guiding the pace—not letting him escape, not letting him rush. His breath comes in short, high whines, his voice soft and broken:

"Nghh… ngh… s-so good, I—it’s too much…" "No," you breathe against his throat. "This is what you begged for."

He moans—quiet, strangled—his fingers curling tight around your wrist, pleading for more even as his body struggles to handle it.

You adjust your angle. You thrust again—deeper, this time. You hit it." That spot.

And he breaks. "Hh-AHH—!" His back arches, his whole body tenses around you, "T-that—again—please—again—" You slam back in. Over and over, steady, deep, merciless—but not cruel. Claiming. Worshipful. "You're so tight," you whisper. "You take it so well… look at you. My perfect little thing." He can't speak anymore. Just moans. Just gasps.

Shadow Milk Cookie—Master of Mischief—has been reduced to your soft, gasping, needy puppet.

His thighs are shaking. His breath is shallow, stuttering out in hitched gasps. You feel the way his body tightens, writhes, pulls you in with every roll of your hips. "A-ahhh—nnngh, I—I can’t—" "Yes you can," you purr. "Be good for me. Let go."

And then—You grab him. Wrap your hand around his throbbing cock in a firm, practiced grip—stroking in time with your thrusts. And his entire body convulsed. His head snaps back, lips parted in a loud, broken moan that echoes off the walls. Then he cums...

Hard. Messy.

Rope after rope spilling over your hand, over his stomach, his voice trembling as he whimpers through the high. His chest heaves, flushed and slick, legs weak and twitching. "Nnnnhh... o-ohhh… oh witches..." He shudders, soft, overwhelmed gasps escaping him even after he finishes—his body still twitching around the strap buried deep inside him, clenching rhythmically in the aftershocks. You stay buried inside, holding him close as he melts into you, the last remnants of his pride dribbling away with every gentle breath. And when you lean down, kiss his temple, whisper,

"You did so well for me."

He just nods, eyes lidded. voice gone, and completely yours.

--

WHO MADE THAT MESS? YOU DID KIIIING, I MADE THAT MESS? YES KINGGG!!!

HII!! i have a request for shadow milk x (fem reader) NSFW headcannons! it can literally be anything 😭😭 youre an amazing writer btw <3

a/n — ugghhhh must write for dumb cookie game… took a crack at writing dom smc for two seconds, judt bc it’s a new fandom so i wanna be accommodating.

warnings — NSFW, dom reader, also dom smc, headcanons

Shadow Milk is probably something of a switch; although he loves to teasingly mock you in bed as he takes control, he also loves letting you take the lead.

disclaimer i don’t write dom!male characters) but as a dom he’d be very rough, and definitely not selfless.

Probably only doing things for his entertainment, teasing you while you submit, and fucking with your head while he fucks with the rest of you.

Lots of condescension, “Oh, is that to much for you?” Followed by sadistic giggles.

As a sub I think he’d be into roughly the same things.

He’s a total brat, begging to be put in his place. He pushes you to your limits in hopes you retaliate with something stronger. Please, give him that attention.

I think he’d secretly have a thing for praise, and being treated gently. Truth be told, (pardon the irony), he’s very lonely. Feeling like you care for him would really leave him breathless.

“Good boy, baby.” or even “Shhh, i’m here, sweet boy.” All of a sudden his eyes would slam shut and he’d let out the sluttiest “Ngh— hah!”

Loud, while topping or bottoming. Either way, he’s unapologetically whining with pleasure.

opening cookierun requests!!

There is a criminal lack of sub!smc on tumblr !! When will we realize that this is an attention seeking brat?

come on people!

There is a criminal lack of sub!smc on tumblr !! When will we realize that this is an attention seeking brat?

come on people!

cookie propaganda got me

🌀 A/n: long awaited strip poker shmilk fic ,,,,

🌀Cw: smut, strip poker, mentions of intoxication/alcohol, switch!Shmilk, souljam play?, oral (f receiving), sexual tension

🌀reader is afab/fem and mentioned to be wearing a skirt

🌀 top dividers / bottom divider

perhaps agreeing to such a tantalizing game with the Beast of Deceit had not been one of your most brilliant decisions. maybe it had been the alcohol in your system that had influenced your stupidity, (or maybe you were simply bored), but you had not expected to end the night practically half naked in front of the cookie who was supposed to be your boss. in all honesty, you yourself aren't even exactly sure how you got into this compromising situation.

what had started off as a night of drinking and gambling amongst coworkers had turned chaotic when Candy Apple Cookie stole (and then proceeded to chug) all of Black Sapphires wine, to which he drunkenly responded by chasing her around half of the Tower of Deceit, much to yours and Shadow Milk Cookie's amusement. however, the pair had eventually worn eachother out, and went back to their respective rooms to go to sleep, leaving you alone with a definitely more than tipsy Shadow Milk Cookie.

the two of you continued the same activities you had been playing before, assorted cardgames and other oddities as you bet on meaningless prizes- nickels and dimes, the last jelly star, your favorite mug- this continued until long past midnight, and eventually, Shadow Milk came up with, in his words, a "much more interesting" proposition- strip poker.

"oh c'mooonnn it'll be fuuUunnn!" his lilting voice had rung out, teasing you due to your slight hesitance. the rational part of your mind was telling you to refuse, but the smell and taste of alcohol was so potent it seemed to fog your senses, and his gaze was entirely too warm, almost uncharacteristically so. just the sight of his enthusiasm broke your resolve, and you agreed, matching his vivacious mannerisms as he excitedly retrieves a deck of poker cards from his pocket dimension. all of this led up to the present, in which Shadow Milk Cookie was doubled over in laughter in front of you as you pouted.

"how can someone be soooo terrible at poker?" Shadow Milk is practically wiping tears from his eyes as he floats through the air, giggling at your dismay. so, admittedly, maybe you had overestimated your poker skills, but you had hoped to win at least one round- but nooooo.

"you have to be cheating," you complain, and another wave of giggles overcomes the cookie in front of you.

"moi? cheat? dost thou truly think so lowly of me?" he sighs dramatically, his sing-song voice rings through the air as he floats across the table until his face is inches away from your own, so close that you can practically taste the alcohol on his breath. as he contorts his body to be upside down in the air, he leans in to add, "maybe its just you who sucks!" he accentuates his words with a boop to your nose before pulling away so suddenly you almost get whip lash.

"its impossible that you could have gotten two royal flushes back to back without tampering with the cards in some way!" you retort, and Shadow Milk Cookies grin grows ever wider.

"uh uh uh!!! not impossible, just improbable, toots. nothing is impossible when you're like me," he tutts, before floating back to the other side of the table.

"don't be a sore loser now, i'm suuurrree you'll win the next round~" he coo's condescendingly, before looking you up and down. "so, what layer are ya gonna lose now, hm?"

"oh, fuck you," you grumble again, and he cackles. "oh, you are hilarious! can't do that while you're fully clothed, poppet~" you flush, but before you can open your mouth to retort, he cuts you off. "now, you've lost again, fair and square, hm? so it's only fair that you follow the rules of the game, am i right? if it's too hard for you to choose what to take off, i can always pick for you~"

you shake your head, already contemplating your next move. you had fruitlessly delayed the inevitable by already having taken off your shoes and socks one by one, and then each piece of jewelry you were wearing individually- much to Shadow Milk Cookies complaints. however now, you were stuck. it was either your sweater, your skirt, or your tights that had to go- you certainly weren't going to rid yourself of your undergarments, and you had no other options. after a moment of thought, you slowly pull your sweater over your head, silently saying goodbye to the warmth of the bulky fabric as you toss it to the side amongst the rest of your clothes.

Shadow Milk Cookie titters with laughter as you turn back towards the table, and looks you up and down with an unreadable expression. you shiver, and not just from his scrutinizing gaze, but from the chill of the tower itself. you hadn't realized how cold it was until now, and you shift your bra and rub your arms in an attempt to warm yourself. meanwhile, Shadow Milk Cookie occupies himself with dealing a new deck, humming softly and purposefully not looking at you as he tosses cards to your side of the table.

it isn't long before you begin to play again, but it's difficult to focus on the game when you're embarrassingly cold. besides, temperature aside, you felt as though you were on display. its not that you didn't trust Shadow Milk, in fact, you probably trust him a bit too much; but it was certainly awkward that you had lost so many times and he continued to win almost effortlessly.

as you continue throwing down cards almost mindlessly, your thoughts begin to wander. what would have happened if he had lost? what item of clothing would he take off first? his bulky collar, revealing his neck? or maybe his large cape, or even his puffy sleeves, revealing his arms and wrists. or possibly even his one-piece suit altogether- you stop that train of thought immediately. now was not the time to get distracted, especially not with those types of thoughts. sure, he was incredibly attractive, that you wouldn't deny, but he was also an immortal, and more importantly, going to win. you don't want to make a fool of yourself, and you need to focus on winning, or else-

"HAHAHAAH!" a delighted cackle fills the room as Shadow Milk throws down his hand, revealing a straight flush. immediately, you groan, burying your head in your hands before throwing your cards to the floor.

"thats it, i quit! how on earthbread do you keep getting such a good hand??!" you turn exasperatedly, ready to storm out the door, and Shadow Milk blocks your path instantly.

"ah ah ah! c'mooonnn just one more round? i'll even go easy on you!" he teases, and you glare at him. he's floating firmly in your way, and as you move to step around him, he simply shifts in front of you again with a shit eating grin. with an irritated groan, you light heartedly shove him, attempting to push him out of the way, but he barely moves an inch in the air, leaving your hands planted on his chest and a mocking grin stretching ever wider on his face. immediately you try to pull away, but deft hands snake around your wrists, pulling you in close.

"ohhohoh, getting handsy, are we? no one ever told you to play nice?"

"says the cookie who rigged poker," you grumble, and he snickers. you're close to him again, and it's ever more obvious that he's looking you up and down in the same fashion of a predator eyeing its prey. mismatched blue eyes travel over your body, and you fight the urge to preen beneath his gaze.

"m' not playing another round," you mumble, and Shadow Milk sighs dramatically.

"leaving me already, hm? and here i thought we were just about to have some fun...."

"i'm not- im not leaving altogether,"

"oh?" Shadow Milk lets out a tantalizing hum before leaning in impossibly close, so much so that your breaths cross and noses are brushing. your chest heaves as you clear your throat under your breath, struggling for words as he locks you both into what seems to be an elaborate game of chicken to determine who will pull away first.

suddenly, Shadow Milk Cookie pulls away, twirling you around in an erratic circle before popping his lips together.

"well! seems that we have come to an impass. why don't we settle this in some other fashion, hm?"

"what do you propose?" you follow along with his game, gently pulling your hands from his grip and crossing your arms.

"oh, i think you already know~" he coos, a mischievous glint already forming in his eye.

"maybe i do," you hum, leaning in towards the cookie in front of you. "but i want you to say it."

a beat of silence passes as you stare into those heterochromatic eyes, and you almost begin to worry that you've pushed the flirting too far until Shadow Milk giggles once again.

"oh, feisty you are! i knew you were my favorite for a reason" you blink at the praise, and before you can even process his actions, Shadow Milk Cookie pulls you up, up, up into the air in a floating dance of sorts, twirling you around in a delighted manner as you yelp in surprise. instinctually, you wrap your legs around his waist as nimble hands hook beneath your thighs, forcing you to effectively cling to him in the air.

"put me down," you hiss, to which Shadow Milk simply giggles.

"ohh, i will! why don't we settle this somewhere else, hm? why not in bed?"

you blink again, unsure if you're processing the question correctly. in bed?

"are you asking to sleep with me?" you blurt out, and he glares at you fondly.

"if you want to put it so crudely, then yes, yes, fine. by the witches, were you always this dense?"

you splutter, stumbling over your words as he looks at you amusedly.

"am i supposed to take that as a yes?" he teases, and you groan before nodding, cheeks flushed in embarrassment at his directness.

Shadow Milk chuckles at your flustered expression, and before you can even blink, an inky blackness surrounds the two of you. it isn't the first time you've been inside one of his portals, but it is still just as jarring as the world begins to reform around you. you find yourself in a magnificent bedroom decorated in lavish navies and blacks, with silver decals and a recurring eye motif all throughout the decor.

you smile a little when you notice the cards you, Black Sapphire Cookie, and Candy Apple Cookie had jokingly given to Shadow Milk on his birthday just a few months prior sitting proudly on a large desk that you assumed to be his. you were so absorbed in your surroundings that you barely noticed Shadow Milk bringing you towards a large, plush bed before he tosses you down amongst the pillows.

you let out an undignified yelp as you settle among the pillows, and pretend to ignore Shadow Milks' responding snicker. still hovering above you, Shadow Milk slowly descends until he's pinned you down on the mattress, straddling you while firm hands hold your wrists to the bed. he looks down at you, seemingly lost in thought before he ever-so-slowly leans down and presses a surprisingly gentle kiss over your lips. he moves to pull away, but you reciprocate more than eagerly as you lips chase after his. the kiss slowly melts from soft and almost uncertain to passionate and messy, and you pretend not to hear the almost breathy whine he lets out when your tongue runs across his bottom lip, begging for access.

he lets you in almost instantly, and you practically melt into his mouth as you explore it with your tongue. eventually, you pull away, panting and shaking as a thin trail of spit connects your mouths. Shadow Milk is flushed, and his eyes avert from your gaze as a blue tint covers his cheeks.

you have a growing suspicion that the beast of deceit is not nearly as experienced as he lets on, and this is practically confirmed when you roll your hips up to meet his. theres already a prominent bulge forming in his suit, and you watch him carefully as his lip twitches and cheeks flush. he's desperately trying to hold his composure, but he seems almost uncharacteristically unsure. nonetheless, you find it embarrassingly attractive, and it gives you an unprecedented surge of confidence.

you push up against the hold he has on your wrists, flipping you both over so that he's the one pinned to the bed. the cookie beneath you looks up at you in surprise, but as he's about to voice his complaint you smother him in another kiss. he obliges, melting beneath you as you straddle him, grinding down on his clothed cock. the only layers between you both are his suit and your tights and panties, and your desperate for some friction.

you roll your hips languidly against his, setting a slow but steady pace as you grind against him. he moans into the kiss, messy and impatient, and his hands dig into your thighs in an attempt to steady himself, leaving runs in your tights. you pull away from the kiss again, and he stares up at you, eyelids heavy and lidded with lust. his souljam clinks against his chest, and an idea forms in your mind.

an experimental hand trails up from his hips to his chest, slowly reaching for the glowing blue souljam. Shadow Milks eyes widen, but before he can say anything, you run a gentle hand over the surface of the souljam. the reaction is immediate, as Shadow Milk cookie throws his head back with a wanton moan. his hips buck up against yours fervently, entire body shaking as you toy with the essence of his very being.

you don't get far in your ministrations however, as Shadow Milk flips your positions once again, a mixture of irritation and arousal evident on his face.

"hhah- that is not something for your grubby hands to touch," he hisses, eyes foggy with pleasure.

"seems like you enjoyed it though," you tease, and he growls.

he pulls away for a second, but before worry and doubt can lodge itself in your mind, he snaps, and you immediately find yourself bare before him. you flush, immediately noticing his nude form as well, admiring his smooth skin and narrow waist. he crawls back on top of you, and your eyes widen at the sight of his length- long and slender, with a few curls of navy hair at the base, and overall very, very pretty. you gulp, but before you can ask how the fuck is that going to fit inside of you, he slides down lower onto the bed so that he's between your legs. you look at him questioningly, and he grins up at you maliciously.

"aw, did'ja seriously think i wouldn't prep you first? i know i'm a lot to handle after all. besides, you don't know how long ive wanted to taste you..." his gaze darkens focusing in on your cunt. a slender finger runs through your folds, and you let out a needy whine as he finds your clit almost instantly. he circles it teasingly, watching as you gush and clench around nothing. you let out a needy whine, rolling your hips in a desperate attempt to get him to just do something, and he tutts.

"ah ah ah! patience, my dear. let me savor this,," he coos, leaning in to lick a hefty stripe up your cunt, and fuck, it feels good- his tongue is monster-esque, long and forked and a pale shade of blue. it flicks perfectly over clit as he devours you, sucking and slurping at your pretty cunny as though he's a starving predator and you're a delicious meal. you mewl, grinding against his face and clamping your thighs around his head as he laughs.

"there she is... go on, embrace it, hm? be as greedy as you want, poppet, embrace that deceit that comes so naturally to you~" he murmurs, almost talking moreso to your cunt than to you. he's meticulous as he makes you unravel, alternating between sucking on your clit and fingering you and letting his tongue explore your hole. it isn't long at all before you feel the cord in your stomach start to tighten, and you let out a embarrassingly loud moan as he focuses in on your pearl.

"fffuck, Sh- Shadow Milk, 'm gonna-" you choke out between moans, clenching around his tongue as your orgasm washes over you. Shadow Milk cookie guides you through it, still licking and sucking until your thighs are quivering from overstimulation.

"o-oh, shit, t'too much," you whine, pulling away as he giggles.

you pant, struggling to catch your breath as you look down at him through hooded eyes. he's peering up at you through his lashes, looking absolutely delectable between your legs. wordlessly, he sucks the remainder of your juices off of his fingers without breaking eye contact with you, and you swear your heart flips in your chest.

"you still up for the big finale?" he teases, crawling up to your level and pressing a dramatic, sloppy kiss to your lips. you welcome him in easily, embracing the passionate makeout session with fervor as you come down from your post orgasmic high. he hums into your mouth, and you realize you can taste yourself on his tongue. that alone invigorates you, and you roll your hips up against his once more, finding his cock already at full mast.

Shadow Milk Cookie lets out a soft groan as you grind up against him, and the hand not wrapped around his waist comes up to tug at his hair. he lets out a needy whine into your mouth as you tug harder, and he shudders as your nails dig into his scalp. hm. "clearly something he's into,,," you think, mentally cataloguing it for later.

Shadow Milk cookie slowly begins rolling his hips down against yours, soaking his dick with your juices. his tip catches your clit and you both whine in tandem, waiting for an excuse for him to just slip in. you roll your hips harder to meet him halfway and he whimpers, breath hitching as he slips inside you. your gummy walls clench around his tip as he slowly pushes in, barely holding back as he registers your discomfort. finally he pushes in all the way to the hilt, and you both shudder.

"hhah, that feels.." you trail off, moaning softly as he begins to roll his hips. his pace is slow at first, but it soon picks up speed as he grows ever more eager. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as your hips collide, his length filling you up and brushing against your g spot so perfectly that your seeing stars. your clit grinds against the base of his abdomen oh-so-nicely as his pace grows faster and faster, the blunt head of his cock practically abusing your walls. you clench around him tightly and he mewls, hips stuttering as he struggles to maintain composure. immediately, you sense a way in, and flip yourselves over, pushing him down against the mattress once again. he squirms, trying to fight for dominance, but you shush him.

"just relax," you murmur, watching his eyes go wide. "let me set the pace, hm? surely the all mighty beast of deceit deserves to be pampered," you coo, and he blinks up at you, eyes almost hazy with arousal. clearly, flattery worked in your favor.

in an instant, you sit back down on his cock, and Shadow Milk throws his head back in a wordless mewl of pleasure. your pace is unrelenting, and you can already feel your second orgasm of the night building up. you snap your hips against his, hands finding his slim waist and marveling in the way his stomach quivers in pleasure with each roll of your hips. Shadow Milk Cookie looks up at you hazily, almost taunting you.

"h-hnghh, surely y-you can go faster than thi-hn!" he mocks, cut off by you grinding down hard against his trembling cock. your pace becomes impossibly faster, watching in real time as he practically melts beneath you, writhing in the sheets. your orgasm is drawing near, and you can tell his is too by the way his thighs begin to shake.

"ffuck, 'm close," you murmur, and the cookie below you nods, too fucked out for words.

"aww, you close too? 'm gonna need words, baby," you tease, and he glares at you. "u-uhmghh, 'm close-" he mumbles, stuttering between moans as his thighs quiver.

"that's it, good boy," you whisper, the praise slipping out automatically. Shadow Milks' eyes widen, and before you can even say anything else, his eyes roll back and he lets out a mewl as his orgasm washes over him. you clench around him tightly, watching as he falls apart. his orgasm brings you over the edge, and you come undone, clenching around his cock and drenching him in your cum. you continue to grind down against him for a few more seconds until he's whimpering, scrabbling at your hips to pull you to a stop. you slowly pull off of him, flinching in overstimulation as his cock slips out, flaccid against his tummy as you collapse beside him. immediately, Shadow Milk curls up beside you, uncharacteristically clingy.

"that was... wow." you trail off, and Shadow Milk Cookie snorts.

"really? is that all you can say?"

"oh, well how would you describe it, oh mighty scholar of description?" you grumble, and he snickers. a comfortable silence fills the room, before you turn towards him to engage in some teasing of your own.

"...so, good boy, huh?" Shadow Milk Cookie glares at you, burying his head in the pillows.

"shut it! if you bring that up again i'll gag you next time," he hisses, and you blink.

"so there is going to be a next time?" you say delightedly, and he groans.

"forget it, forget it!" he turns away from you, and you giggle. you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling his back flush against your chest. Shadow Milk hums softly, and despite your better judgment, you press a soft kiss to the nape of his neck.

"i'd like for there to be a next time," you mumble against his inky hair. "i'd like for there to be many."

and then Shadow Milk explodes because he is emotionally constipated and unable to be vulnerable ever. kabloom !!! in all seriousness tho,,, AAAAA. soo excited this is done and i actually quite like it ! yippee !! i hope its not too ooc,,,, ANYWAYS LMK IF U ENJOYED AND PLSSS SEND IN SOME SHADOW MILK OR PURE VANILLA ASKS 😈 ALSO BLACK SAPPHIRE COOKIE TOO !!!