lightrealms | pure vanilla cookie (open post)

[It's not the first time they've shared an intimate moment together - himself and Pure Vanilla Cookie - but it is one of the few times that Velvet actually got to kind of take the lead on things. Normally, he is quite content to be receiving Pure Vanilla's attention as he feels the older Cookie's hips pressing and moving into him, but every once in a while they do switch things up, especially when Velvet's more monstrous attributes get the better of him. Longer claws on his cake arm (and even slightly pointed ones on his Cookie arm and both feet), sharper teeth, keener senses, and...w-well. Ahem. Let's just say Red Velvet has a red rocket that is desperate to "blast off".

Tonight is unfortunately one of those nights he's more uncomfortable than usual, but he's never fully lost control of his senses and done something he would immediately regret. No, he's still the same gentle, sweet, loyal, and obedient Cookie...perhaps more obedient now than ever. As his lips and tongue kiss their way down Pure Vanilla's inner thigh, breath warm on the man's skin, he carefully pushes his legs father apart, mismatched eyes dusky and focused on the junction of those slender thighs to see if his lover is ready for more.

Of course, it's hard not to let his eyes wander, and the crimson general sighs blissfully as he takes in the radiant sight of his dearest on the bedsheets, under him.]

Witches above, you're so...beautiful...

( The two of them have shared several nights of intimacy at this point, but every time they're together as they are now, it feels brand new all over again. It's always special in the most indescribable way possible. He loves him so completely, so wholly -- all he wants to do is savor each moment like this.

And even if Pure Vanilla is the kind of person to typically take the lead - to spoil his loved once, to show how dearly he feels about them - it was exciting, special to let Red Velvet take the reigns so completely like this. It's not far to unusual for him to get excited as he had, but he's always one to want to indulge him completely.

Fingers gently card through hair as Red Velvet travels downwards, hips shifting towards the other with every ounce of affection that he has to offer. Even with his eyesight as weak as it is, he can make out the way that needy gaze meets with his. He feels his own want and need making his own body warmer than usual to the touch.

And then he speaks, and Pure Vanilla smiles fondly -- reaching to cup cheek. )

You have a wonderful way with words. ... And yet, it seems as you know exactly what I had been thinking of you.

[The feeling is shared. Velvet never once thought he could ever find someone who would steal away his heart like this - someone he could love so deeply and so powerfully, but it happened. It happened and he is so, so happy. Every touch, every kiss, every moment they spend together, whether it is intimate like this or not, it's amazing. He doesn't want to let go of this feeling, he doesn't want to go back to what he used to be...

Being allowed to do this, to get a bit on control during their lovemaking, is indeed new and special. He doesn't mind letting Pure Vanilla do as he wishes - why would he? But getting to gaze down at him, relish in the way his long hair flares out behind him, every dip and curve of his lithe muscle, the softness of his skin... Velvet drinks it in like a man parched. Of course he still allows his lover to call the shots quite a bit - he'll always be a bit of a military dog, so eager to take orders and follow them to the letter - but mostly it's to know how and where he wants to be touched, if it feels good, and if he's ready for more, something a little more intense.

Sort of like now, as his head lowers a bit, leaning into the gentle hand brushing through his long hair, then down to his cheek, and he exhales - breath warm - against the hero's palm. He turns his face into it, eyes closing as he kisses the inside of Pure Vanilla's hand with a smile.]

Is that so? Then, my love, tell me more... Tell me what else you are thinking of?

[While his hand slowly slides down soft, smooth skin to brush softly over Pure Vanilla's hips, thumb extended out and drawing small circles dangerously close to the hero's hardening length.]

( It isn't just Red Velvet, of course. Pure Vanilla valued each and every moment he spend with his important person. It's in his very nature -- but he wants to spend that time with Red Velvet letting him know just how precious -- how loved he truly is. To him, he'd never not welcome him with open arms, never ask him to go back to a life that he never wished to return to. If Red Velvet considered this his home, it was very much a mutual feeling. He was Pure Vanilla's home at this point in time.

It's definitely different not being the one to spoil the other, but it's something different -- something new and exciting. He's always been open to experiment to see what works best for one another, and this...

His heart beats quickly -- not only in anticipation, but affection and love for the other. Each movement, each kiss, each touch and heated breath against skin makes his breath stop for a moment - quiet sounds escaping him every-so-often. The warmth in the pit of his stomach is only growing more intense, and Red Velvet will find that he's grown hard rather quickly thanks to that attention. Free hand moves to gently cup cheek at those words, and he shifts just enough to kiss the top of Red Velvet's forehead. )

I am thinking of your touch -- and your lips on mine. I am thinking of the feeling of you inside of me...

I am thinking of the night together -- just you and I.

( Shall he continue? )

[He is home so long as he's with Pure Vanilla. They could be living outside in the woods and Red Velvet would still consider it leaps and bounds better than what he endured. Home, to him, is not a place or a thing - it's a person. His most beloved person on Earthbread... And though he's more used to being given the so-called "royal treatment" (pun intended) when they make love, it is quite enjoyable to pay that forward from time to time, especially now. Of course, Velvet never truly relinquishes full control - he likes being given orders, and fulfilling them, and he does so love to be praised - so this is a bit of a give and take for them both.

Fun, new, exciting...a little outside of their comfort zones, but still within them enough to feel good.

[His breath hitches, mismatched eyes unable to not gaze down, hungrily, at the hardened length greeting him, and Velvet feels the heat between his own legs flare up for a moment, only growing more desperate and wanting when he hears Pure Vanilla's thoughts voiced aloud - his desires, wants, needs...for him. Shuddering, and moving so he can better settle in on the bed, between Pure Vanilla's legs, the red Cookie hooks his arms around those slender legs, careful of his claws when her runs fingers down smooth, soft skin.]

Then I shall not make you wait any longer... May I begin?

( Despite only having been newly crowned as king, Pure Vanilla feels as though he has his work cut out for him. He'd never complain nor speak of it the workload. After all, he was always happy to work hard if it was for the good of others! Even if he wasn't king, he'd happily do what he can for those who lived within the kingdom.

It seems as though a new group of citizens had been knighted, assigned to stand post at different places in the kingdom, and mostly the castle. Though, one in particular had been assigned as part of his personal guard.

Typically, a king would likely not befriend their knight and yet... Pure Vanilla cared so greatly for those he met. It never took him long at all to consider someone his friend. It was his in his very nature.

He can't help but offer a smile towards the other. It's getting late into the afternoon, but things seem to have quieted down a little. )

Did you require any help settling in? I am more than happy to do what I can to accommodate you!

[It is a great and deep honor, and privilege, to be appointed as not only a King's Guard, but the King's Guard, and Red Velvet stands at attention when the King comes down to greet him, introduced by the current army general as well as a few of his advisors and close inner circle. His armor is light - full plate is expensive, heavy, and actually restricts movement in battle more than anything - though there is a rather grizzly looking gauntlet covering much of one arm...odd. He does not smile as he is given his leave with the King, the others leaving them be to go about their business, and Red Velvet actually blinks when his liege approaches and speaks so...informally with him.

Wha--]

I have...already been given quarters within the castle - near enough to yours, so that I may ever be present by your side, Your Majesty.

( He wouldn't be the first to be surprised at just how informal he is towards others. That's... his very nature. Everyone is welcome to the castle, and everyone is a friend. It's... perhaps not ideal for most kingdoms, but Pure Vanilla has always been kind, first and foremost. )

Please, Pure Vanilla is fine. You and I will be together from now on, won't we?

[It is bizarre, and Red Velvet is not sure how much he likes it. He's been in the military service for so much of his life, starting as just a child and then growing into the role and up in ranks as he aged. It...makes a lot of sense, given his tumultuous past, and how he was orphaned and lost for a period of time. Finding the army, a purpose, quite literally saved Velvet's life.

But it also made his exterior a bit cold, and hard, and serious...the softer edges only really showing themselves when he's with his pet, Chiffon, or when he encounters other stray cakehounds while on patrol. In fact, he has a small satchel of treats specifically for the little darlings while he does his rounds.]

Y-Yes...that is correct, Pure Vanilla...my king.

[His voice sounded strained for a moment there, until Velvet tacked on the end. It's just not easy for him to be so loose with someone so important, and who he is tasked to look after and guard, literally, with his life. They shouldn't have a personal relationship for that very reason, in fact. That's what Velvet was taught, anyway...]

If you have business, then see to it, I will be at your side. And you may ignore my presence as you see fit - do not let me keep you from your duties.

( He seems almost uncomfortable, in a way. Perhaps it's understandable, given that this type of behavior isn't something others expect. If he cannot adapt, then perhaps it would be best for him to find another post... The last thing Pure Vanilla wants is for someone to be trapped in a position that they aren't happy with. It would never be anything against the other knight at all.

He holds onto his staff tightly, using it to help walk forward. His eyesight has never exactly been the best, and so -- he depends on it a great deal. It's no secret. )

I was just going to tend to the gardens. However, rest assured that I cannot just ignore company! I am happy to have it.

[He'll get used to it, it's just extremely different from what Velvet is normally accustomed to. Honestly, it might even be goof for him to learn a little compassion and kindness, and how to openly show it to people...not just his pets, when he's alone with them. He's a good soul, but his exterior really does sort of give off cold, avoidant, and a little intimidating...

Red Velvet falls into step, one pace behind his majesty as is customary, and he keeps his eyes trained on the older Cookie. He's been told of the king's poor eyesight, his staff acting very much like a cane or walking stick, and he presses his lips together a bit...before moving to be at the king's side. It's unorthodox, but if his majesty trips and falls, it would be a big problem. Being closer is safer for him. But he's actually struck a bit by surprise, blinking.]

You yourself tend to the gardens? What of the royal gardener?! Such activities are not befitting-- [...Oh. Oh, he fucked up.] F-Forgive me, your highness, I spoke out of turn.

( Even after things are all said and done, Pure Vanilla truly has his work cut out for him. It's been a while since the events at Beast Yeast, and yet there's still much to do. He's always been motivated to help those around him, and that's not something that he thinks would ever change. It's the core of his very being, the reason that he's become who he is now.

He's overjoyed that his friends seem to be safe, and yet -- things have concluded in a way that he couldn't have foreseen. The relationship that Shadow Milk and himself had had was... complicated at first, to say the least. And yet, the closeness that both himself and the other share at this point in time is something he's never shared with anyone else. There's still much to learn about one another, but they have time. Pure Vanilla makes it a point to look after him when he can. He's always enjoyed looking after others, and yet... the time he's shared with his other half is one that he can't help but truly enjoy.

The important thing now is to enjoy what peace that he and the others can. The Vanilla Kingdom was supposed to be a haven for all to find just that, after all.

By the time he makes his way to the room, it's gotten rather late (for himself, anyways) and he's ready to turn in for the night. And despite it being his room as well as Shadow Milk's, he'll knock softly regardless-- )

Shadow Milk Cookie? I'm coming in.

[Shadow Milk "behaves" himself, more or less. He isn't going out and causing mass hysteria and throwing people into the Torment Dimension for funsies anymore. Really, he's lost an enormous amount of his power after the end of that War. His Soul Jam never quite recovered. Sure he's still a renouned mage and his abilities exceed even the most studied scholar, but he's not longer capable of warping time, or tearing someones mind to pieces. Of creating mass illusions of peoples worst nightmares. You get the idea.]

[Shadow Milk being kept int he Vanilla Kingdom was probably one met with scrutiny, and at the start Shadow Milk hated every moment of it. He still didn't want Vanilla's kindness, and his wounds from the battle, both physical and mental, had left him bitter and angry. But, over time he had begun to heal and he and Vanilla had grown to understand each other properly, without Shadow Milk trying to deny him at every turn. Things were going ...nicely, he supposes.]

[Until something odd began to happen. Something that he hasn't really dealt with since he'd gotten his new body, but he recalls that mad scientist laughing to himself about the Features it had. Hm. If he ever finds that man again he'll string him up in the town square.]

[So, as Pure Vanilla knocks and announces his presence, he will find the room dark. Dark in a supernatural kind of way, like the shadows themselves are alive, which they are. Shadow Milk is nowhere to be seen, but the shadows move and writhe, and several eyes open to look at him.]

You're back early. Did you miss me?

( Of course, despite all of the trust that the others had in him, there were no denying the hesitations that were murmured through the kingdom. However, the kingdom was founded with the belief that all would be welcomed, no matter their past, nor would he ever turn his back away from anyone that needed help.

Everything was... still an ongoing process, but things were far easier than they were before. Ultimately, his end goal was to truly understand and help ease Shadow Milk's loneliness, no matter how long it would take.

After closing the door, he'll take off his hat. There's familiarity in the way he's greeted at this point in time, and he simply smiles for a moment before speaking. )

The study did feel rather empty without you! Are you hiding, Bluebird?

[Well, there would sure be an opportunity for that soon.]

[Of course, to that question there's a funny little moment of hesitation before Shadow Milk's laugh rings out in the room around them.]

Am I? You can see me, can't you?

[He slowly begins climbing out of the shadows, raising out of the floor so that he can slide his hands around Pure Vanilla. His hair, and other tendrils forming of the shadows also do the same. Vanilla will feel it, that Shadow Milk feels awfully warmer than usual. He's always run cold.]

[Shadow Milk leans in right against is ear.]

Is this better?

( It's a dramatic greeting as it always is, but it's not unwelcome at all. Rather -- he relaxes upon feeling those hands around him almost instantly. But, it only takes him seconds to realize how warm he truly feels to the touch. How could he not? They've always been opposites in that sense -- Pure Vanilla's body always warm to the touch. With how openly affectionate he's being, the familiar warmth that he's felt before. Perhaps he's overassuming, and yet -

He reaches, hands easily resting against hips. Thumbs circle around clothed skin easily, but he can't help but stop. His words are soft, quiet: )

You're warm. Have you been waiting long like this...?

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[He basks in that contact for a moment, wants to curl around him until every inch of him is touching every inch of Vanilla. His body aches for him in a way he's never felt before.]

[He scoffs a little.]

This body was created by the hands of someone with a few screws loose. He proudly boasted that he added some quirks to it after giving it to me. I imagine this is one of those "features" he mentioned.

[He breathes him in, deep, right against his skin.]

( .... Ah--

He feels the way his face heats up at that mention, turning his head away a bit from the other. Certainly, that-- is not the improvement that they were hoping for. But, the feeling of Shadow Milk against him is more than he bargained for. There's a feeling he gets when they're so close to one another like this -- as though a piece of him that was missing finally found him. He'd never grow tired of it. )

I am certain we could find the doctor again! He has certainly given you more than you bargained for.

But, for now--

( He pushes himself closer -- squeezing hips gently - lips pressing against the others in a brief, yet sweet kiss. )

There is no harm in indulging one another.

[He comes even close and the feeling is maddening now. How badly he wants Vanilla, how his skin is aching for his touch, how instincts are pounding at the back of his mind. He needs him, and its taking every ounce of his self control not to press his claws into him and tear off his stupid robes-]

If we found him again there wouldn't be much keeping me from twisting his head from his deranged little neck, I'm afraid-

[The kiss sets him off, and though Vanilla pulls away a moment to speak, he is answered by Shadow Milk dragging him back in for another, but this one much more intent, hungry.]

I might not be able to stop, if you indulge me. Not until this body gets what it wants. Do you understand?

( He could comment that there are far better solutions then what Shadow Milk is entertaining -- but then, the conversation seems to drop as soon as their lips meet, and any thoughts he had at that moment are drowned out by another feelings entirely.

It's funny, isn't it? He's always felt drawn to him, but he hadn't known that it would be in the sweetest, most intimate way that one could be connected with someone. Even now, he can feel his heart begin to race, and he presses another kiss to lips, and then another. )

My other half -- I am here for everything you need.

( One hand moves, carefully - fingers brushing against souljam, the other resting on the small of his back. )

Once we do start, I am afraid that the both of us may very well lose control.

x

( Pure Vanilla has guarded the forest for longer than what he can recall, but it's because of his blessing that it's flourished as it has. He's always loved it dearly, keeping both visitors and those who reside the forest safe. It was a haven for anyone who wished to step inside. He was once revered and worshipped by many decades ago, though that didn't matter far too much to him. He knew well of life's cycles -- knew that civilizations evolved and changed over time. The day where Gods were often spoke of had long gone.

He was content to spend his days quietly, repeating his days as he always did in the past. If someone were to wander into the forest and find him, however - he would welcome them with open arms.

His shrine is one that is small, almost humble in a way -- but it was long since deteriorated. It's been neglected for some time, but he still calls it a home.

It's only during one day when he hears footsteps approach that he can't help but straighten, white-colored ears twitching forward as he moves towards that sound. He doesn't look like anything irregular at that very moment -- instead, he's taken the form of a white-colored fox, flowers neatly tucked into fur. Normally, he would have stayed at his shrine, but the fact that there was someone who had wandered so far into the forest had caught his attention. )

[Pure Vanilla will note fairly soon that those footsteps are hurried. Whoever is in his forest is running.]

[Then, they become erratic and uneven, and then finally stop at the end of a rather graceless thud on the forest floor. Upon investigation, the ages old fox will find the fallen body of a person.]

[They are scratched up and bloody, and yet their clothes appear to be very fine and expensive. The Human has long, well cared for hair with an elaborate hairpin holding it in place, which is visible because he is face down in the dirt, not moving.]

( It's only moments when Pure Vanilla finds the fallen guest, ears laying flat as he sits next to the other. It's always been instinct to help those in need, and this is no exception.

You poor thing.

He doesn't think or the why or how as to why he was injured. The only thing he thinks to do is to help. Lowering himself against the other, a warm and gentle light will fill Shadow Milk at his very core. It's only moments, but his wounds will begin to close -- any traces of injury leaving him.

He doesn't know why he's hurt, but he'll allow shelter for as long as he needs. )

( The fox has always loved the flower dearly.

It has always been his duty by choice to watch over a small village. With his blessings, crops have flourished, and the village has stayed protected. He has never asked for anything in return -- no, he never wants for anything in return. The only thing he wishes for is for the village to continue to live in peace. Although he resided in the forest, he had ways to watch over those who reside there.

Over time, it became no secret that he had a particular fondness for one of the villagers in particular. Wherever she seemed to go, the flowers bloomed a little more, the sun seemed to shine a little brighter -- the wind gentle. He loved her dearly, more than anyone else who he had come to protect over all those years.

Though, he finds himself surprised when he can feel her presence within his forest. As she steps deeper into the forest, he begins to attempt to communicate with her before they can meet face-to-face.

If she's listening closely enough, she'll hear him - a gentle whisper reaching her. )

What has brought you into my domain, my flower?

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