#pv x reader

- I headcanon this dude to be desperate as hell when he's horny. full on grabbing ur hips from behind and looking down to you (If ur shorter) whispering shyly in ur ear.

"M-my flower..could we go to my chambers?..i..i need you..so badly.. It's too hard right now..."

- And if you're taller than him, gosh the view is already arousing itself, watching this innocent looking man staring up at you, while you can visibly see a big dent at his gown (?)

- If you are Amab i can see himself being such a submissive dude. Just laying on the bed like a perfect pillow princess while you're blowing into him like there's no tomorrow.

- No doubt he has some experience with blowjobs, he will go down on u until u can't even produce more cum for the next time he's horny.

"oh my delicious flower...i...i need more..please..your..your cum tastes so good..please can i have more?..~"

- Also no doubt he'll slip out the nickname "Daddy" to you. but honestly who are you to deny him. let him call you that.

- The same if you're Afab, He'll definitely let "mommy" Slide out.

- Speaking of Afabs, He's a tits kinda guy. his favourite thing to do with an Afab reader is to suck on your nipples like a pacifier. he doesn't care what size they are or if ur just straight up flat.

- He'll either lay down on the bed (again) and let u do whatever to him, like riding him, face sitting, Overstimulation, tying him up etcetc.

- If you asked him to dom, i don't think he's gonna go all aggressive (cough unlike burning spice) but rather a slow pace. But if you denied his orgasm for a long time he will be HAMMERING into your pussy.

- No joke this dude will get pussydrunk within the FIRST round y'all are going.

Sharkies note

I kind of was still motivated to write another piece!

Although i want to remind yall AGAIN, if i catch you having no age in your profile you will be blocked and cannot view my content anymore. 💀

You sit on the edge of a shattered balcony, legs dangling, the stars above unbothered by Cookie-kind’s suffering. Below, the remnants of what once was—your loyalty, your devotion—lie buried under moonlight and ruins. You once followed Shadow Milk Cookie, not out of malice, but because he spoke of truth twisted by perception. Of freedom from dogma. Of eyes opened.

Pure Vanilla Cookie stands quietly behind you. He doesn't speak at first, doesn’t offer pity, only presence.

“I used to think,” you say, “that he only wanted to free us from illusion.”

You don’t mention Shadow Milk’s name. Neither does he.

“I know,” Pure Vanilla says softly, his staff glowing faintly beside him. “So did I.”

You turn to look at him. He doesn’t meet your eyes—his remain closed, as always—but you sense that he sees you more than anyone else ever has.

“I didn’t hate you when the war started,” you whisper. “I didn’t understand. I still don’t. But I never… hated you.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to,” he replies, his voice nearly lost in the breeze. “I failed him. Failed you. Truth is not a weapon. I tried to wield it like one… and forgot that it can break like glass.”

You inhale shakily. “He’s still in there. Somewhere. Isn’t he?”

Pure Vanilla Cookie sits beside you slowly, the vanilla orchid eye in his staff blinking once, as if contemplating. “Truth doesn’t disappear,” he murmurs. “It gets buried. Shrouded. Sometimes corrupted. But I believe… no truth is ever truly lost. Only misremembered.”

You look away, tears pricking at your eyes. “Then why does it hurt so much to believe in it?”

He smiles faintly. “Because belief is an act of courage.”

There’s a silence. The kind you share with someone who knows grief as well as you do.

He doesn’t tell you to let go. He doesn’t ask you to forget. He just remains there, a steady warmth at your side.

“You once followed a shadow,” he says gently. “Now… maybe you can walk beside the light. Not to erase the past, but to honor what was once true within it.”

The scent of battle always clung to her—berries, dust, and iron—but it was her laughter that rang first.

And for the first time in ages, you wonder if you can.

“Oi! Thought I might find you brooding again.”

You didn’t lift your head. The fields outside the Garden’s border were blooming again, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at them.

Eternal Sugar Cookie had made them bloom once. Not like this, but better. Sweeter. You had believed in her—before.

Before the Garden became a cage.

Before joy turned into compulsion.

Before comfort became control.

“She only wanted everyone to be happy,” you said aloud, your voice cracked.

You heard a grunt, then the sound of heavy armor as Hollyberry Cookie dropped beside you, resting her arm over her bent knee.

“She forgot the cost of real happiness,” Hollyberry muttered. “The kind you fight for. Cry for. Bleed for.”

You looked at her. She was fire, always—loud and alive and real. And you had feared her once. Not because she was cruel, but because she reminded you of everything you’d run from.

“She wanted to protect us from pain,” you murmured.

“She protected us from feeling anything at all,” Hollyberry said. “That’s not kindness. That’s fear with a ribbon on top.”

You winced. “Don’t speak about her like—”

“Like she’s gone?” Hollyberry looked at you then, eyes sharp. “She is. That Sugar you followed, the one who just wanted to help? She’s buried under layers of illusion. Candy-coated chains.”

Your heart cracked. You hated how right it sounded.

“I still see her,” you whispered. “Sometimes. In her voice. In the way she smiles.”

Hollyberry’s expression softened. She sighed, brushing a hand over your shoulder—not gentle, but steady.

“Yeah,” she said. “I see her too.”

You blinked, startled.

“You do?”

“I fought her, didn’t I?” Hollyberry shrugged. “Face to face. I saw the hurt behind the honeyed words. The desperation in that perfect paradise. I saw her soul crying out—and I still said no.”

You swallowed.

“Was that… easy?”

“Not in the slightest,” Hollyberry said. “She meant a lot to me. Still does. But if I let her keep me there, I’d be betraying her worst.”

Your hands trembled in your lap.

“I don’t hate her,” you confessed. “But I can’t live in her dream anymore.”

Hollyberry stood. “Then don’t.”

You looked up at her.

“Come with me,” she said. “We’ll grieve her together. We’ll remember her right. And when the day comes that she wakes up—if it ever does—we’ll be ready.”

You didn’t know if that day would come.

But you took her hand anyway.

Because Hollyberry didn’t promise false comfort. She offered a path forward. One you could walk, even with grief stitched into every step.

You and Clotted Cream were always pretty close. You and him acted more like siblings than cousins. When you two moved to the Vanilla Kingdom you met Pure Vanilla while taking a walk through the gardens.

You two happened to bump into each other whenever you went on walks. You two could talk for hours while tending the gardens.

After a few weeks you were asked on a date to the crows nest inn it went fantastic everyone was super supportive he was super sweet and you went on many dates after that!

Clotted was... Conflicted. He came here to convince the ancients to give the soul jams up, but now you have gotten attached and are upset with him after finding out he spilled the beans about White Lily.

He got progressively more annoyed about this conflict of interests and worries for your safety, because if the COD finds out PV has a lover.... You may have put a target on your back.

After a while though, he warms up to the idea for a few reasons

One he makes you happy

Two this is a great opportunity for the political alliance to be even stronger

It guarantees pure vanilla's interested in helping the Republic

The council is actually ecstatic to have someone from the Republic be that close to an ancient.

Overall it ends up pretty well you stayed living in the vanilla Kingdom coming to visit your cousin every now and again everyone's extremely happy and pure vanilla is a very sweet and kind lover always making you breakfast in bed and in general being the best boyfriend you could ask for.

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I'm going to modify this and make you the third watcher which I know probably isn't a thing, but it'll give you a reason to be outside the kingdom!

You were traveling with his majesty to the Republic. Being the third watcher you were essentially his bodyguard that stands by his side every time he travels, he can handle himself but it's always nice to have backup. You're also the one who does diplomacy and otherwise exploration of the cacao Kingdom and otherwise.

You first meet clotted cream when he spills the beans about white lily and sees him almost be murdered harmed. In all honesty you are both appalled and impressed by the audacity of this man.

Dark Cacao requests that you keep an eye on him as one of the most trusted watchers in the entire Kingdom. He trusts you not to be swayed or manipulated like gingerbrave was.( He is not opposed to you having a personal relationship whether that be friendship or otherwise you would prefer not to cuz he doesn't particularly like him, but he wants you to be careful.)

You two start talking and you find out about the situation with his mother and how is stepfather is frankly an ass. He asks you out during the New Year's firework show.

The sounds of fireworks going off briefly stopped and then that's when he made his move he requested you come with him to the ball in the Republic as his plus one.

You accept but you would have to ask his majesty if he would need you for protection during that time or if you were free. You were so you gladly go.

You wear a dress that actually has pants disguised as a skirt you know in case things go south a watcher is always prepared. You wear the darker colors purple blacks and the symbol of dragons caramel arrow a good friend of yours has picked out the dress.

You had a wonderful time had a hard time avoiding sweets and mostly had to stick to the savory areas of the food but y'all have had a wonderful time and end up staying together and form a bond between the cacao Kingdom and The Republic.

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Hi thank you for the requests you gave some of the if not the most detailed requests I've ever gotten which provided some challenge because I have a lot of ideas and I had to not be impulsive and stick to the prompt!

You were a royal guard, assigned to keeping watch over and training the Pure Vessel.

It took you a bit to notice, because of how well they hid it, that they were not, in fact, pure.

Soon your training sessions and moments alone became silent times of comfort.

Though they did not speak you grew to understand the gist of what was happening, why they were like this.

Carefully, quietly, you would hold their hand, hug them, be ever so gentle with them.

Always on alert, you would allow them their mind, their space to breath.

As they had little else, they clung to this.

They fell, hard and fast for you.

But their ages of training, steeling themself to be nothing but a shell, a vessel, made all their feelings impossible.

They could never tell you, even if they wanted to.

You both could tell as the guards became more scarce.

Each one taken by infection.

The king disappeared longer and longer each day.

The queen grew distant.

You were their only refuge.

They almost wanted to beg you to take them away from the palace.

They wanted to run, but they never felt more than the faint urge.

Eventually, you caught the infection.

You didn't want to tell them, in fear that they'd be harmed.

You knew that you would do the damage.

And so they waited.

And waited.

Dearest Y/n,

Before anything else, I do not know if this will get to you. I do not know if this will ever make it out of my quarters, much less the palace in whole. I do not know if there is a single soul here I trust to deliver this without question.

And now, I write.

Y/n. You have been gone for a long time. I've not a clue where you are and have no ability to gain this knowledge. This palace feels lonely without you here to laugh. To understand me. To trust me.

The King never exits his workshop anymore, entrusting my last week's of supervision to plain guards that leave me standing silent and alone in favor of entertainment. The Queen left not long after you vanished.

I do not know what to do without you. I do not know if I am without you. I miss you dearly. I do not know when the King plans to finish with me. I fear it is soon.

He told me I am not to think, not to feel, not to have voice. But I failed long ago.

You are the only one who believes in me, Y/n.

I love you

Best of wishes,