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Smutmas Day 2 - Merry and Right

Alastor x Reader Summary: Pt 2 of Transparent Heart, Alastor's ghostly gal requires some assistance. Maybe he gets a Christmas miracle as well. Warnings: P in V sex, sex with a non-living being(ghost), pet names, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption.

Requested by the wonderful and creative @minkdelovely

The dim glow of Mimzy's bar cast long shadows across the smoky room, its usual patrons laughing and chattering, oblivious to the spectral presence that lingered in its corners. Alastor’s sharp, polished shoes clicked against the worn wooden floor as he strode purposefully toward the back of the establishment.

He knew she was here—she always was. Y/N, the ghostly fixture of Mimzy’s domain, was a presence he had come to know all too well. She had been avoiding him for months, slipping away whenever he appeared, her shimmering form vanishing into the walls like mist. They had spent the night together. Cherished each other in the grim ways of the flesh and now she has decided to ignore his insatiable curiosity? It was infuriating. How dare she ignore him?

Tonight, he was determined.

He paused near the old piano, where the music had faltered into silence, eyes scanning the room. He tilted his head, a predatory grin spreading across his face as he caught the faint shimmer of her translucent figure near the bar’s edge. She was watching the patrons, her expression wistful. He noticed this odd habit of hers, watching the living while dead. Musing over how certain habits have changed or wanting to see if a glass of champagne would still feel cool in her hand; or would she still feel nothing at all?

“Y/N, my dear!” he called, his voice cutting through the lively hum of conversation.

She stiffened, her ghostly form flickering faintly, but she didn’t turn to face him. Instead, she drifted further into the shadows.

“Now, now, don’t be rude,” he cooed, following her. “After all, it’s hardly polite to ignore a friend. And I’ve gone to such great lengths to visit you, haven’t I?”

She finally stopped, turning to glare at him. Her eyes glowed faintly, a mix of annoyance and something softer, something guarded. “What do you want, Alastor?”

“Oh, many things,” he replied, leaning casually against the wall. His grin widened, sharp and unrelenting. “But at the moment, I’d settle for your company. You’ve been rather... elusive lately. Why the cold shoulder, hmm? Have I done something to offend?”

Y/N crossed her arms, her form shimmering faintly as if caught between dimensions. “It’s not you. Not entirely.”

“Not entirely?” He arched a brow, stepping closer. “You wound me, darling. What’s the matter, then? Surely it’s not the season putting you in such a ghastly mood.”

Her expression shifted, her gaze dropping to the floor. She hesitated before speaking, her voice quiet. “It’s... Christmas.”

Alastor blinked, tilting his head in curiosity. “Christmas? My, my. What a peculiar reason for avoidance. Do explain.”

She turned away, leaning against the wall, her translucent form blending into its texture. Y/N exhaled, the sound echoing like wind through a tomb. “The veil between the living and the dead weakens on Christmas Eve. Ghosts like me... we get one chance to sever the chains holding us to this world. If we succeed, we pass on. If we fail...”

His grin faltered, curiosity sharpening into something more intense. “And if you don’t succeed?”

Her reply came soft and cold, a whisper that could freeze blood. “Then I remain. Trapped in this limbo. Another year of wandering among shadows.”

The room felt colder, even for someone as accustomed to the macabre as Alastor. He studied her, his crimson eyes narrowing. “And you don’t know what’s keeping you here?”

She shook her head, her form flickering. “No. I’ve been stuck for centuries, Alastor. I don’t remember much of my life, or why I died, or what I’m supposed to do to finally move on.”

Her words hung heavy in the air, and for a rare moment, Alastor was silent. His grin returned, though it was softer, less mocking. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

She frowned, looking at him warily. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” he said, stepping closer, his voice dropping to an almost soothing tone, “that I’ll help you. Consider it my Christmas gift to you. We’ll unravel this little mystery together, and by the time Christmas Eve comes, you’ll be ready.”

Her flickering form hesitated, her glowing eyes narrowing in suspicion. But she did not vanish into the walls this time. “Why…why would you do that?”

“Because,” he said with a shrug, his grin sharpening just a bit, “I’m not particularly fond of mysteries I can’t solve. And besides...” He leaned in closer, his crimson gaze locking onto hers. “It would be a terrible shame for you to disappear before I’ve had my fill of your company.”

She blinked, her form flickering faintly, but she didn’t pull away. For the first time in months, she didn’t disappear into the walls.

“Fine,” she said at last, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, my dear,” he said with a chuckle, his grin widening. “You’ll thank me when we succeed. And succeed we shall.”

As the hum of the bar resumed around them, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that, for better or worse, she’d just made an undead deal with the devil.

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The radio hummed softly in the background of Alastor's apartment, a crooning tune from the era filling the space. It was warm, and cozy even, though the mismatched furniture and dim lighting gave it an eccentric edge befitting its host. Alasto stood near the window, twirling a pen idly. His hazel eyes flickered to the clock. Almost midnight.

He wasn’t one for patience, especially when it came to matters that tugged at his curiosity—or his heart, as reluctant as he was to admit it. She would be arriving soon.

Y/N was an enigma, a phantom tethered to the mortal plane by a mystery even she couldn’t unravel. He was shocked that she had accepted his ‘Christmas present’.

When he first extended the invitation to his apartment, she had hesitated. He had seen it, even when her grey eyes spoke nothing more than emptiness. The notion of spending Christmas Eve with him, pouring over fragments of her forgotten past, clearly unsettled her. But something in her had softened when he reassured her, in his own peculiar way, that he wouldn’t rest until her mystery was solved.

The door creaked open without a knock, and there she was—her translucent form shimmering faintly like frost on a windowpane. Tonight, though, there was something different about her. She looked more... solid.

“Ah, fashionably late, my dear,” Alastor teased, his grin spreading unnaturally wide. “I was beginning to think you’d finally succeeded in banishing me from your thoughts!”

Y/N rolled her eyes but stepped further in, the heels of her spectral shoes tapping against the floor. “You wouldn’t be the first mortal to haunt a ghost, Alastor. I figured I should humor you with your tendencies.”

“Who, me? Why, my dear, my tendencies could inflict no harm on you.” He gestured for her to sit.

“You mortals always find a way to beat death, Al. I do not want to be the next example.”

For hours, they pored over papers and records he had gathered. Birth certificates, journal entries, death records—all faded and fragmented pieces of her former life. They combed through her memories, trying to find the event or unresolved emotion that kept her tethered to the mortal plane. Dead mother issues? Or the fact she never married? But with every turn and twist, with every new scrap of information hesitantly given, Alastor found zilch.

Nothing.

Y/N sighed, her shoulders sagging. “Maybe there’s no score to settle. No resolution for me.”

She sank to the floor beside him, her weight surprisingly tangible as she leaned her head on his lap. “I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

Alastor froze, his sharp grin faltering. Her presence was... warm. Solid. She felt human.

He hesitated, his hand hovering over her hair before giving in to a strange impulse. He began to stroke her hair gently, his fingers running through the soft, ghostly strands.

She let out a contented sigh, her form seeming to shimmer more vibrantly under his touch. “This feels…interesting,” she murmured, her voice laced with something that tugged at his usually icy core.

He said nothing at first, focusing instead on the soothing motion of his hand. Her weight, her warmth—it was intoxicating in a way he hadn’t anticipated. When he finally spoke, his voice was softer, devoid of its usual mocking lilt.

“Have you always been such a marvel of imagination, my dear?”

“I am afriad I don’t know what you mean…”

Taking his hand from her hair to slowly drift down her neck, to her collarbone, resting right above the peak of her chest; Alastor heaved a shaky breath. It was like he could feel the warmth radiating from her body, the veil between mortal and spiritual fading every second. She had a heartbeat, faint but still there. And pumping, rushing, delicious blood. Dusting her cheeks in a soft blush. There she lay, a smooth silhouette against his rumpled slacks, bathed in the pale moonlight that streamed through the cracked window. Hair cascaded over the pillow, framing her serene face despite its lack of life. She looked almost good enough to devour.

And that’s what he would do.

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Taking a hand, he traced the outline of her curves. Admiring how the moonlight accentuated all her features writhing beneath him, casting an otherworldly glow about the room.

The heat from his breath left Y/N soaked with desire, cunt clenching around nothing as she imagined all the things that were about to happen. How nice it would feel to be taken like this, by someone so dangerous yet soft in this moment. To feel the heat of another being if only for a little while. Hoisting her legs up on his shoulders, Alastor massaged the tip of his weeping cock against her hole. Not allowing a moment of reprieve, sheathing his heady member into her cunt with one stroke, he then bit the corner of her collarbone to distract from his actions. Y/N let out a quiet gasp at the stretch, gripping the fringe of the carpet below with each strong rut. The velvet of her walls squeezed Alastor so tight that he could have been convinced she was a mortal woman whimpering under his touch.

Her body felt fuzzy and her brain was close to numb, all Y/N could think about was how fucking good it felt to finally be fucked. To finally be touched after centuries of neglect. And now, here she lies. On a half-worn carpet, bare before a man of sin and transgression. Dark marks marring her once soft and clean skin with the clearest sign of his possession. It felt ethereal, his gentle and languid strokes. Treasuring her, healing everything inside.

Alastor’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his thrusts becoming short and sloppy as his release fast approached.

“Can I, cher?”

“Yes, please—“

Soft grunts left his lips and with one final stroke, spilled hot ropes of cum into, barreling Y/N into her own peak of pleasure as well.

“Fuck, cher—“

Alastor then collapsed, chest pressing on top of her as his cock twitched, the amount of his release too great for her body to hold; Y/N marveled as it spilled past his member and out her greedy hole. The room was filled with silence, other than the sound of labored breaths. Sweat and sex filled the room, covering it like a blanket as Alastor slowly made the move to remove himself. Pulling out was the hardest part, relishing in the way her warm and inviting pussy felt around his cock for a moment longer before finally pulling away.

Dazed and staring at the ceiling, Y/N felt as peace. Blissfully fucked and loved, like a precious gem only Alastor could touch and care for. It felt like her body was floating, though not in the normal way. As if ever nerve ending was alight with a soft flame, a delicate heat that she wished to bask in for the rest of her eternity.

“My dear, are you alright?”

“Right as rain, Al.”

“Are you quite sure? You’re…glowing—”

For a moment, Y/N was puzzled till she looked down at her body. It was true, a soft golden light bathed her body in an ethereal glow. Shining from her heart out like a beacon that shrouded the room in a sense of peace. Soon, Y/N started to float, her body once again becoming that of transparency and spectator. The veil had a few more hours, so why was this happening?

Suddenly, a large wind blew threw the room though no windows were open. With a roll of thunder and a crack of lightning, what seemed to be the heavens opened above them. Y/N tried to reach out for Alastor, her hand flying to capture his, only for it to slip and pass through his body in a futile effort. With a flash of light and an attempt at explanation, Y/N disappeared in a moment leaving Alastor to stare dumbfounded at his ceiling and nude.

After a moment, he numbly walked to his cabinet and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. Pouring himself a glass, only to down it at once, he resumed his sitting on the couch. The mess of newspaper clippings of a random girl's life sprawled across his apartment in abhorrent disarray

Maybe this was all a dream?

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indigomarina · 5 hours ago

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Smutmas Day 1: Devil's in the Details

Alastor x Reader Summary: Alastor hates Christmas or at least claims to. What happens when his partner tries to change his mind in less-than-normal ways? Warnings: Oral sex, use of pet names, dom/sub dynamics, costumes, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. First one, my lovelies! Requested by the beautiful and talented @redvexillum

The festive lights of Pentagram City were uncharacteristically cheery this time of year, a stark contrast to the usual chaos. Snow, or something resembling it, blanketed the streets, and garish decorations adorned every decrepit lamppost. Y/N had taken it upon themselves to deck out the hotel in Christmas splendor, despite Alastor’s vehement distaste for the holiday.

“I don’t understand why you insist on celebrating this of all things,” Alastor scoffed, leaning against the doorway of the common room. “Such a trifling, saccharine excuse for joy. And those dreadful carols. They’re an affront to good music!”

Y/N, perched on a stepladder, was carefully hanging tinsel around a grand, though slightly crooked, Christmas tree. They grinned, wiping a bit of glitter from their cheek. “Maybe you just haven’t experienced it properly, Al. Christmas is about warmth, giving, and making memories. Even demons can use a little cheer, don’t you think?”

Alastor’s eyes glinted, the crimson of his pupils sharp against the glow of the string lights. “Cheer? Darling, this,” he gestured broadly at the room, “is an abomination.”

“Sure, Al. Sure.”

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Y/N sat cross-legged on the edge of their bed, the flickering light of a single candle casting shadows on the walls as a mischievous grin played on their lips. The plan was simple yet devious—if Alastor, the ever-skeptical demon broadcaster, found Christmas insufferable, perhaps it was only because he had never seen it from a different perspective.

A skimpy Santa outfit, perfectly tailored to catch his attention and leave him utterly speechless, would be the centerpiece of their scheme. The collar came dipping low, the fluff leaving little the imagination while the stockings came knee height. And to top it off, a piece of fabric that could be hardly called a skirt finished with a silken black bow. The devil was in the details after all.

Y/N imagined his crimson eyes widening, his sly grin faltering, if only for a moment. They chuckled quietly, already picturing his voice stumbling over his usual smug commentary. Christmas spirit wasn’t just about carols and snow; sometimes, it took a little creativity to light the spark.

The night of the big reveal arrived. The hotel was quiet, the soft hum of holiday jazz emanating from an old phonograph in the Radio’s demons room on the fifth floor. Alastor, as usual, lounged in his favorite armchair, a steaming cup of something, probably tea, in his hand. He was muttering about how much he despised the season when Y/N stepped into the room. A true humbug he was.

“Alastor, darling~” Y/N called, their voice light and teasing.

He looked up, ready to deliver a sarcastic remark—only to have the words catch in his throat.

There they stood, wearing a Santa outfit that had been decidedly... modernized. The deep crimson fabric hugged their form perfectly, trimmed with just enough white fur to be festive but leaving little to the imagination. The slit in the skirt was borderline scandalous, and the neckline—well, it was enough to make the Radio Demon himself lose his composure for a split second.

“Well?” Y/N purred, striking a playful pose. “What do you think? Still hate Christmas?”

Alastor’s grin faltered for the briefest moment before returning, sharper than ever. He stood, circling Y/N like a predator sizing up its prey. “My, my, you’ve certainly... elevated the festivities. Though I can’t help but wonder—was this meant to convert me, or distract me?”

“Maybe both,” Y/N teased, stepping closer. “Do you feel a little warmer now?”

Alastor’s laughter filled the room, rich and unsettling. “Oh, my dear, you have no idea. Perhaps this wretched holiday does have its merits after all.”

“Good,” Y/N replied, a mischievous glint in their eye. “Because there’s more where this came from.”

Nimble fingers traced up their waist, one hand coming to rest with a vice grip on their waist. The other tugging softly on the hem of their skirt before suddenly ripping them off of their body. Exposed, Y/N let out a gasp that was quickly replaced with a lewd moan s Alastor traced a knuckle up the soaked clothed core.

“Now come sit on my lap, darling….isn’t that what you are supposed to do?”

Continuing to drag his finger across their pantie-clad slit, Alastor mumbled the words into the base of thier neck, guiding her back to his arm cahir. Working her way down, His eyes widened as they sat, the messiness that coated their plush thights and painted their hole now came to seep through the fabric of his trousers.

They could feel his hot breath near her ear but as to exact location, Y/N could only but guess. The mix of excitement and fear pulsed through their body, all of it adding to the growing arousal pooling within them. Was he going to kiss their neck? Was he going to continue his assault underneath their panties?

“Now my dear, have you been naughty or nice this year?”

With a dark chuckle, the red demon snuck a finger past the lacey red panties and dipped into their eager cunt. Choking back a moan, hands coming to grab the chair cushions with a vice grip, Y/N felt their whole world spinning. By Lucifer did he feel good. Y/N had sex plenty of times both in life and death but for some godforsaken reason, his one finger felt like they were taking the biggest thing anyone had ever taken.

“Good, I have been so good—“

“Oh have you now? Walking into my room, in sugar a vulgar outfit? Not quite the thing to get your name on the nice list~”

To their surprise, he added another finger. Hips bucking involuntarily and they could feel the coil in their stomach get tighter with every dirty word that passed his lips. Trying to get out a few words, to warn him of their fast approaching release, he ignored their whiny protests. Speeding up and driving his fingers even deeper, adding to the already lewd squelinching sounds that fill the room. Each thrust is a delicious blend of pain a pleasure, with all thoughts clouded with the feeling of the his deft digits kissing their cervix and how absoluely debauched the words out of Alastor’s mouth sound.

“That’s it, darling. Be good and let me see how nice my present is all unraveled for me.”

His lips found themselves planted on their neck, kissing and sucking softly at their tender flesh. His fingers hitting the right spot to hit every time that had the pressure building and building till they felt the coil in their stomach snap, Alastor’s name coming out in choked murmurs. Allowing time to calm down from the intense high, Alastor removed his fingers, licking the glistening slick off of them in an pornographic display.

“My darling, perhaps you will wear this again, mhmm?”

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indigomarina · 5 hours ago

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@Vivienne Medrano you could literally lay me on the operating table, cut open my chest and rip out my still-beating heart, and it would deal me less damage than this. If you even care

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Idk why, even tho I know they can use magic, but it never hit me that they could turn into actual hellhounds x3

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stolas look oUT— oh my god he cant hear me. he doesnt even know whats coming for him

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indigomarina · 5 hours ago

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It's so important to me that Stolas got to make this choice.

Yes, he's dealing with a lot. He lost everything he had. But it was finally his choice.

Stolas never got to make choices for himself. He didn't get to choose the person he married. And he didn't get to choose to be a father.

As much as he deeply loves Octavia, it wasn't his choice (in any way) that she was born.

Stolas made his first real choice in life.

For all the consequences that choice brought, he chose love.

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indigomarina · 5 hours ago

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S2/E1 S2/E12

WELL I GUESS ITS TIME TO THROW MYSELF INTO A BOTTOMLESS PIT. I’LL SEE YOU GUYS WHEN SEASON THREE COMES OUT

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indigomarina · 5 hours ago

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Stolitz kiss!

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indigomarina · 5 hours ago

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Real-life footage of me after Sinsmas:

(Send help)

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indigomarina · 5 hours ago

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We love depressed dads beating up a bitch for their little princesses

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indigomarina · 5 hours ago

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The princess humbly asks that you take her from this place in the safety of your arms back to the kingdom, just ignore the beaten guards around her, okay?

Art was done by @/ZCakezzz on Twitter, just one of many talented artists and writers on board a goal of raising money to provide aid for the people of Gaza. Any help and spread of word is appreciated!

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Introducing the Y/N plush! And the cookies and what they do with said plush!

The cookie in the second image are, shining glitter, pomegranate, chess choco twins, golden cheese, caramelon, custard the lll, black pearl, licorice, lychee, komiho, Affogato, lilac, onion, stardust, space doughnut, timekeeper, shadow milk, white lily, snap dragon, pitya, abyss monarch and fire spirit. And if your wondering, the two drawings took 6 hours total-)

The Earthbread Big Seller!

I can tell which of the two took you the longest. I would like to know what it says next to Snapdragon if you can!

“Amazing Y/N Plush! Collect your very own doll to keep. Be the first one on your block to own the amazing new Y/N Plush! Please do not fight over them!”

[A large line had formed at Butterbear’s shop! Cookies of the sea and sky have emerged too to get their very own plush!]

Many fans had considered Shining Glitter’s latest show to be one of her best! She couldn’t take all of the credit though, she had help!

She cuddled close the Y/N plush she had next to her mic stand. She can count on it to allow her to give it her all, as if Y/N themself was watching her!

Having her own plush hold up a mirror for her to help fix her hair up already made itself more useful to Pomegranate than a certain cookie in the CoD.

She took a quick look around before she took it with her to bed, dozing off with the plushie clutched tightly in her arms.

The Chess Choco duo loved that they now have an observer to their chess games in the form of their own Y/N plush! They didn’t expect one or the other to pull anything tricky, but it was nice to have some sort of reassurance that no sneaky tactics came into play!

They split the time in half with how much each of the two got to have the plush. It doesn’t stop disputes from breaking out that had Earl Grey stepping in from time to time!

One of Golden Cheese Cookie’s favorite things to do with her Y/N plush would be to dress it up in whatever amount of riches she can put on it the little doll.

One of her favorite outfits for it is one that makes the plush look like a resident of her own kingdom, complete with wings to match hers. Something she has planned for the real deal when she gets the opportunity!

Carameleon Cookie was so stoked to have a buddy to call his own within the forested areas close to the Silver Kingdom. It sure beats being alone all the time!

He can tell you that he isn’t too attached to the thing as he waits for the actual Y/N Cookie to come by. He just..doesn’t want to lose it, okay?!

It was good to have one of his loyal subjects always around to listen what he had to say! Even if it was just a plush version of them, Custard Cookie III could spend minutes just talking to the plush as if it were a real cookie!

It’s why he considers it as one of his best subjects in the kingdom! Right behind the real Y/N Cookie, of course!

Black Pearl’s Y/N plush is nothing short of the best thing to ever grace her waters. It was down to the very last detail the cookie of her dreams had.

She’d never tire of it, acting protective over the plush, something she’d be more aggressively so if the real Y/N Cookie was with her! The plush will look amazing within her dwelling!

Licorice Cookie didn’t care about Pomegranate’s venom spewing mouth these days, not when he has his bestest friend, the Y/N plush, with him!

He can truly confide his secrets and feelings towards the little plush, like his feelings towards Y/N Cookie, but it better not blab to you! He even uses the plush as a guardian for his diary!

Ha! Why wait in line for a plush when Lychee Dragon could just swipe it from that fumbler, Kumiho Cookie! She didn’t appreciate Y/N Cookie enough, so why not give it to a dragon that certainly will!

Kumiho was not having it though, angrily coming after the dragon for stealing her darling in plush form! She did not let Lychee’s lies get to her, she’s taking back that plush!

Affogato Cookie could just monologue all day to his plush on how he plans to take over the throne one day and Y/N Cookie will join him as part of that dream!

He’d promise nothing but the best life for you with a luxurious life with no worries or limits as he went to caress the plush’s cheek. The best victory would be to have you for himself while that Caramel Arrow Cookie watched! He can’t stop giggling to himself about it!

With how popular these plushies were getting, Lilac was particularly watchful of his. He already called it his own with the lilac scent and he’ll bring down anyone swiping his plush from him.

He always keeps it on his person, both as a precaution and that he has easy access to it to hold and cuddle close when he’s needy. It’s what he would’ve done to the actual Y/N Cookie.

Blackberry Cookie can always count on Y/N Cookie to help settle down Onion during one of her crying bouts, she enjoyed the company from them too. So it was a total win when she received a plush for herself and for Onion.

Onion always liked to go to bed holding both her doll and plushie to ensure a good night’s rest without the fear of a nightmare waking her up, for she trusts the Y/N plush to help her even in her dreams.

Stardust doesn’t mind sharing his Y/N plushie with his friend, Space Doughnut. After all, they share the same trait of seeing Y/N Cookie as a dear friend. Space Doughnut was just as trusting with theirs to Stardust as well!

Space Doughnut does get overly excited when they could play around with BOTH plushies, making Stardust laugh with a smile as Doughnut happily played the two plushies.

Was it really any surprise that Timekeeper Cookie wanted to be greedy and have a number of Y/N plushies? They’re her favorite, why wouldn’t she take them? It wasn’t like the original owners could prove anything against her.

Timekeeper Cookie cuddled herself amidst her plushies without a care in the world, relishing in seeing the face of the cookie she liked all around her. Though it wouldn’t hurt to try and grab a couple more to her collection…and then Y/N Cookie themself!

Shadow Milk’s puppet show was going to be wonderful with the guest of honor being Y/N Cookie themself! Almost! He was able to obtain a plushie from one of his clown faeries and he was absolutely adoring it!

The plushie is always going to be a part of his puppet shows, interacting with a doll of himself that he made. How romantic it would be if the two stuffed dolls danced and smushed together to replicate a kiss! It even made Shadow Milk himself blush at the thought of you and him possibly doing that too~

One of the faeries had gently opened White Lily’s glass case, placing down a Y/N plush they had gotten for her. She immediately grabbed it and clutched it tight close to her, a smile on her face being the indicator that she liked the plush already.

One of the faeries had gotten curious about what made this plushie so dear to her as she reached for it and tried to pull it out of her arms. She had to quickly reel her hand back when White Lily swiped at it, nuzzling the plushie closer to her body, shielding it from any further attempts.

Pitaya Dragon Cookie didn’t expect Snapdragon to enjoy their Y/N plush that much to the point that they whined for Pitaya to hand it over to them. While this was meant to be for Pitaya only, they didn’t mind it as they give it to the young dragon.

Snapdragon immediately swiped it up and flies around with the doll in their arms, babbling happily as they played around with the stuff toy. Pitaya couldn’t help but smile at the sight, it was just like when Y/N Cookie would play with Snapdragon themself…

Abyss Monarch Cookie didn’t find themself going out much, especially for something as small as a stuffed plush. Yet there they were, having went out and gotten a Y/N to call their own.

This sense of adoration they start to feel for this plush was almost on the same level as they had for Y/N Cookie themself. They gently picked it up and spun slowly around with it, was this feeling a sign and not a temporary emotion? This feeling of…longing…

Fire Spirit was so stoked to have receive his own plush that he couldn’t wait to have simmer down first before messing around with it, too enveloped in his own that his hands start to emit smoke touching the plush.

He started to freak out when he open his eyes to see that he had turned the plush into a pile of ash, crying in anguish as he tried to salvage what he can. He went back to Butterbear Cookie with the news and he was generous enough to give him a replacement, warning him to be more careful next time!

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