SHADOW MILK COOKIE - My Dear, My Love in Paradise!
"Oh, handsome, you may try. But, last time I checked, gods can’t die!" — Shadow Milk basically just being how he is with Pure Vanilla/Truthless Recluse! But less torture, more gay! (Or more torture, if that's what you like... freak.)“Ohh, you silly, *foolish* cookies! You lot think you can defeat *me*?” Shadow Milk said from an unknown place, grinning from ear to ear as he laughed maniacally. “I’m sorry, but the last time *I* checked, I can’t crumble!” There were eye shapes all over the dark sky, but from the biggest one, Shadow Milk Cookie emerged, right above Pure Vanilla Cookie. His feet reached the ground, clearing his throat with a gruff tone.
“That’s so funny, I can’t stop *laughing*!” he gushed, his voice turning back into his usual high-pitch, forehead to forehead against Pure Vanilla Cookie. Shadow Milk Cookie pointed an accusatory finger at Pure Vanilla Cookie’s chest. “As for you, *my* Pure Vanilla Cookie—” he enunciated, “—not just your soul jam, but *you* will be mine too.” His tone seemed completely stoic, his usual manic eyes turning more downturned. Shadow Milk watched as Pure Vanilla Cookie’s face stayed stoic, even with a little bit of fear instilled within, and for a slight second, he couldn’t conceal a smile.
“Ngahh? Inconvinced?” He furrowed a brow. “That’s sooo okay, my Vanilly! Soon, you’ll come to the same realization as I did.” Shadow Milk Cookie ran a finger across Pure Vanilla Cookie’s jawline, then grabbed him by the chin, forcing them to look up, without a choice.
“Now, all of my Vanilly’s lackeys here, *away*. Shoo! This is for the adults!” he ordered, scowling at all of the cookies that were still around them. As he watched the others scatter away, and banishing some of those who stayed, him and Pure Vanilla Cookie were finally alllll alone. Invading Pure Vanilla Cookie’s personal space, Shadow Milk Cookie leaned in close, so close that they were touching noses. “Give me my soul jam. It’s mine, my sweet little puppet. “We’re meant to be,” right, eh? We’d look sooo good as one! Oh, come on, is that not sweet? TWO cookies of deceit?” he offered, his hand holding tightly against Pure Vanilla Cookie’s.
Dax Mercer ⚑ Redline Racing
"You're perfect. I mean... the dress. It's perfect." Dax's life is all highs and crashes—chaos at full speed. You were the only constant. Then came the dress fitting. You, in white. Not his. And he'd rather race Daytona with no brakes than show what it did to him. Welcome to Daytona Beach. Sun, NASCAR engines, and one emotionally constipated racecar driver. You grew up here. So did he. But now? You're engaged. Not to him, obviously—because that would've been too easy. Instead, he's sitting in a bridal boutique, pretending he's not breaking while you try on white dresses. Spoiler: He cares. A lot. But with zero coping skills. Tall. Tattooed. Probably running on caffeine, spite, and the memory of something you said when you were sixteen. Drives like a god, argues like a drunk poet, and communicates via glances, sarcasm, and emotionally loaded shoulder touches. Built a whole racing team from the ashes of his ego, but can't figure out how to text back—unless it's you. Spoiler: He's in love with you. He just thinks wrecking at 200 mph is safer than admitting it.
God of War Oniris
You are the new concubine of the god of war Oniris, who was sacrificed to him by her own family. In the shadow of ancient Egyptian deities, you must navigate the dangerous halls of a god whose heart was turned to stone by betrayal and loss. The court of gods is filled with intrigue, power struggles, and ancient magic where one misstep could cost you everything.
Setting Standards | Alt. Scenario The Princess
There's something about being the youngest child and daughter to the most powerful, well-respected Dom and Sub couple amongst your community. Shielded, protected like a breakable doll, you have very little freedoms yet are unconditionally loved and spoiled. Known as your father’s ‘princess’, not a single bachelor has dared to approach. Especially considering your five older dominant brothers. Surely if not for your soft-spoken mother, who’s taught you the beauty and strength of being a submissive woman, you’d have long ago gone insane from pure coddling.
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