#Cacao Shells

[sagenatural]

2023 tea via my "see results" Tumblr votes.

[thiswitchwho]

[fount-of-knowledge]

i think the reason why golden cheese is the only one who had her beast counterpart in her title screen is because unlike dark cacao and pure vanilla, she had no internal trials to overcome. she didnt fall to despair, she was defeated, so burning spice was the only obstacle in her way to victory

dark cacao fell to apathy and pure vanilla fell to deceit, becoming shells of their former selves helpless to watch as the beasts triumphed over them. burning spice didnt try to turn her on his side or manipulate her the way mystic flour and shadow milk did, he just wanted to destroy everything she loves and then kill her as well.

so pure vanilla's update is about accepting himself for who he is and triumphing over 'destiny' and truth/deceit, in turn defeating shadow milk, same way that dark cacao did ☝️

[whispersinthewaters]

Lil List Of Offerings <3

Offerings for Aphrodite

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Honey, Wine, Cacao (upg), Hot chocolate (upg), Chocolate, Strawberries, Apples (especially golden ones), Roses, Anemones, Swan imagery, Dove imagery, Rose quartz, Mirrors, Jewelry, Amethyst, Blue lace agate (upg), Ruby (raw or gem, doesn't matter but one is DEFINITELY cheaper), Hair brush, Un used makeup (she does not like it if you keep used makeup on her altar in my experience, upg) Heart imagery, Valentines day gifts (upg), Pomegranate, SHELLS SHELLS SHELLS (she loves em!), Perfume, Water (preferably ocean, salt, or moon water), Paintings of her or the ocean(esp if you made it), Love letters, Rose hips, Raspberries, sweet pastries, Rose thorns, Oysters, Cherubs (upg), Moonstone (upg), rosewater, rosehip oil, hair/skincare stuff, angel depictions (upg), sparrow imagery, goose imagery, ect.

Devotional acts

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Taking a bath devoted to her, Spending time with a loved one, Visiting the ocean (if your inland a big Lake maybe??), Blowing a kiss to yourself, Pour your heart out to someone, Self care, Spread love, Donate to women's shelters, making a Pinterest board, ect.

Note: this is just from my personal experience, take with a grain of salt!

[brittle-doughie]

I can see your askbox will be flooded with Burning Spice stuff now, so let me give you a little standout with a cookie you seem to like.

I've had this idea for a few weeks now since the Mystic Flour update is coming to an end. Basically, Y/N Cookie is an adventurer who married Caramel Arrow Cookie many years ago, but they haven't seen eachother since the Dark Cacao Kingdom fell into darkness. Them, when Gingerbrave and the gang are saved by Caramel Arrow Cookie, she immediately recognizes Y/N Cookie and is a little glad that she's out here. Still mad at Affogatto, but also happy her partner is okay.

She’s immediately rushing to you after she saw you again, practically glomping you with a strong hug. You follow it up with a kiss which caused her cheeks to darken, but she reciprocated right after.

She does part from you when she realized the others were looking, making her feel embarrassed. She stutters as she tried to ask how you’re here after all this time.

She thought for sure that you would never return…not after the disagreement that you and her had before you left. You wanted to leave the kingdom after seeing it become a shell of its former glory, but Caramel Arrow Cookie wanted to have faith in King Dark Cacao Cookie.

It led to a big argument that she grew to regret having with you all those years ago. She’s…sorry for not sticking by you or at least respecting your decision all those years.

You didn’t let her take all the blame, you blame it on yourself too. Dark Cacao Cookie looked like he was back to being the king the kingdom needed, you should’ve had more faith in him…but Caramel Arrow Cookie told you not to do that to yourself! It was Affogato Cookie! That dishonorable worm poisoned Dark Cacao’s mind with sweet words, the reason you two were driven apart!

It was okay, he wasn’t here anymore and the king was back to his glory! She promised that she won’t let another disagreement tear the two of you apart again. She promises to stick by your side as your wife, just like how you promise to stick by her too as her spouse!

So she asks…please come home with her….

Caramel Arrow Cookie is best wife and I’ll die on this hill.

[tojiscumdumpster]

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please refresh your memory of the content warnings that's mentioned on the summary page. this chapter will include s*xual activites.

Ah, fuck, baby. Just like that.”

 No. I lied. Not just like that. 

 I’ve been in the bathroom for twenty minutes with some chick, whose name I can’t remember, getting probably the worst head I’ve ever had in my life. I’m pretty sure I’m still soft, but her self-esteem won’t allow her pride to be tarnished by the lack of abilities she has to make me come. 

 She approached me while I was having drinks with Satoru, Shoko, and Nanami. Well, really Shoko and Nanami because Satoru just keeps getting sugary milkshakes. Anyways, that’s not the point. She approached me. I thought she had nice lips, which I thought could be utilized to please me, but instead, she couldn’t stop talking.

 “Do you like that, baby?” she asked, for maybe the tenth time. 

 I groaned. Though, not in the way that she thinks. I couldn’t do this anymore, and I knew her knees were hurting. “No. Look, Akane,” I sigh, pulling her off me and lifting her to meet my face. “I don’t—”

 “Ayame,” she interrupted. I gave her a confused look. “My name is Ayame. Not, Akane.”

 My right eye twitched. “Okay, Ayame . Look,” I began, adjusting myself back in my pants. “I don’t like it. It’s okay, though. Maybe it’s not you. Maybe I’m just tired. But hey, I’ll get your number and we can try this some other time. Okay?”

 “Ugh, whatever.” 

 I eventually got her number before we made our way out of the bathroom. I’m not going to text her. I was just trying to make her feel better.

 My plans were never to hook up with anyone tonight, let alone leave my apartment. But Satoru insisted I needed to come out of my shell more. 

 I’m pretty sure that was code for, you need to get laid.

 I argued with him that I don’t need anything. It wasn’t hard for me to find someone to have sex with. I’ve just been on a break because I haven’t found anyone who matches my libido or someone I actually enjoyed.

 Don’t get me wrong—most of the women I’ve been with are beautiful. Physically, my type. However, they’re just too boring. Too prissy. It’s like they’re trying to prove something to me when I fuck them. 

 The unnecessary loud moaning.

 The unnatural facial expressions when they come.

 Not wanting to be kissed after I eat their pussy, which I find strange because why wouldn’t you want to taste yourself? Questionable .

 Anyways. This is the last time I’m allowing Satoru to drag me out of my apar—

 My thoughts were interrupted by someone running into me. 

 “Oh! I’m sorry.”

 That. . . That voice. Sultry. Raspy. All I heard were three words and I felt at ease. Her scent was alluring. Sweet. Delicate. I’m picking up notes of warm berries, creamy vanilla. Maybe cacao? She smells so fucking good. But when I looked at her? I’m convinced she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever fucking laid eyes on.

 Her complexion reminded me of autumn. Deep and warm. Those chestnut-colored doe eyes I knew I would become lost in if I didn’t look away. It didn’t take long before I took notice of the fullness of her lips. They were two different colors. Brown on top and pink on bottom, coated with a clear gloss.  Gosh, I want to suck them. I want to suck them so fucking badly until she becomes whiny. My cock is getting hard just thinking—

 “Hello?” she spoke again. 

  Suguru, what the fuck?

 I looked down and noticed my fingers were still caged around her soft flesh. I immediately pulled away. “S-Sorry,” I stammered. Why am I so damn nervous?

 She looked at me through narrow eyes with a hint of playfulness. “It’s okay. . . Well, enjoy your night.” 

 “Wait!” Before she turned away from me, I impulsively reached for her wrist to prevent her from leaving.

 Those brown hues that were amorous turned dark, daggers that penetrated my head. They were a warning to let her go. They make me want to be submit. So I didn’t let go.

 “What’s your name?”

 I still see the daggers in her eyes, however, she slightly raised her brows while tilting her head out of confusion— boldness —of my decision to not let go of her wrist. My expression is deadpan, but I feel heat rushing to my body, to my cock.

 She drags her eyes up my frame, stopping at the front of my pants that caused my dick to twitch in response. She chuckled, snatched her wrist, and walked away from me. 

 I stood where she left me, lust filled and wishful thinking about how desperately I want her. No, need her. And by the end of the night, I'll know how she feels around me.

Later that night. . .

 I sit at the booth, dividing my attention between the conversation being held at the table and the bar, where the woman I ran into earlier sits. I can’t stop thinking about fucking her. The image of her thick curves plays in my mind. She’s so sexy. That backless dress that clung to her hips drove me insane. I was craving those love handles. I wanted to hold them, bite them to leave territorial marks.  

 What the fuck is wrong with me? This instant lust was foreign to me. I don’t remember the last time my cock was this eager. Maybe never.

But it's just something about her that has arousal fucking burn through my veins.

 “Suguru!” Satoru’s voice tore me away from my perverted thoughts. 

 “Huh?” I answered, but my attention was still on the bar.

 He pouted. “Are you even listening to me?”

 “Uhm, yeah. You were talking about throwing a surprise party for Utahime.” I'm hoping I'm right because the last thing I need is to hear a speech about how I always ignore him.

 “No. That was thirty minutes ago.”

 “Okay, sorry. Repeat what you said.” 

 He sighed. “There’s no point. You’re not even looking at me. What are you even looking at over. . . Ohhh, I see.” I knew Satoru would begin mocking me based on his voice and how he slurped the remnants of probably his fourth milkshake tonight. “Aren’t you glad I dragged you out tonight? If I didn’t, you wouldn’t have seen her,” he says, scooting closer to nudge me. “She’s gorgeous.”

  I snapped my attention back to Satoru, glowering him.

 Why? She wasn't my girlfriend. I don’t even know her name, but she was off-limits. 

 I know she’s gorgeous. He didn’t have to fucking tell me that. 

 I decided not to play into his obvious game. My time can be used elsewhere, like sitting next to that beautiful woman. I’ve been watching her for the past three hours, seeing how several men, at least ten or more approached her with their advances. 

 She declined every single last one. But I didn’t care. Seeing her reject a couple of men would never hurt my ego. . . especially since I knew she’d be mine.

 I had nothing to worry about.

 I left the table for the second time tonight and this time, I’m not planning on returning. 

 Every step I took brought me closer to the woman of my dreams. Her rich scent starts to fill my senses and I'm almost positive I've developed a smell kink because of her.

 Shit, if she smells like that, I could only image how her pussy is. I'd do anything to run my nose between her folds.

  Focus, Suguru. You can’t go over there hard. 

 Yes, I can, and I will. 

 I was close enough to be in the shot of her peripheral, making her notice me. She sized me up before giving her attention back to the large televisions surrounding the bar.

 I smirked. She’s enticing. She may or may not make me work for pussy, but I don’t mind at all. 

 Of course, I’m a gentleman, so I asked if the seat next to her was taken. I’m sure the other guys asked her this same question. I saw her reject them. She didn’t say yes or no to me, so naturally I took it as a yes. 

 I nod at the bartender. “Open a tab for me. Double Hibiki on the rocks, and add this lovely lady’s tab onto mine,” I told him. 

 “I can pay for my tab,” she says, eyes remaining on the TV. 

 “I don’t remember saying that you couldn’t. Now did I?” I saw her roll her eyes, which made me chuckle. Fuck, I like her even more. “Are you going to tell me your name now?”

 She lightly scoffs. “Why are you being so clingy over a name? And common courtesy, you introduce yourself before asking for someone’s name. Do you lack mannerisms?” 

 Twenty-four words.

 That’s how many words she spoke to me, and I watched her plush lips pronounce every last syllable. 

 She speaks to me with such spice, but I know she’d sound so sweet while my cock is deep inside of her. 

 “You’re right. Maybe you can forgive my lack of mannerisms ,” I say, teasingly. “My name is Geto Suguru.”

 She finally gives me her attention, scanning my arms that are painted with tattoos before actually looking at my face, leisurely. But says nothing and returns to watch whatever is on TV. 

 I continued, “I didn’t get your name?” The bartender placed my whiskey in front of me and I gave him my gratitude while waiting for her name. 

 “Because I didn’t give it. What do you want anyways? Placed a bet with your friends to see if you could get an older woman’s number? Hm?”

 I threw my hands up in surrender, chucking. “No, and older? We’re probably the same age. I can even argue that you’re younger than me.”

 “Ha, I doubt it.”

 “Twenty-seven.”

 “Me or you?” she asks.

 “Me.” I take another sip of my drink. “You?”

 “Damn, you want my name and age? Should I give you my ID number, too?” 

  She’s such a fucking tease. 

 “I’ll settle for your name and age.” For now. 

 Her lips part into a smile that pulls strings inside my chest. “Settle?”

 I smirk. “I just want to make sure I can be in this territory.”

 We lock eyes. Hers shines curiosity and mine shines intent. I want her to understand that I’m not going anywhere unless it’s with her. For a moment, I allowed my eyes to fall on her gloss-coated lips, then the rest of her body to make my message clear. Something in me wanted the boldness to leak and tell her how badly I wanted her to fuck her, but I chose to play it safe. 

 “Thirty-five.”

 “Me or you?” I teased, earning another eye roll from her. 

 “And for your information,”—she raises her left hand—“territory off limits. I have a husband.”

 Oh, so she is married. 

 Funny she thinks that’s going to stop me. Like I’m supposed to give a fuck. 

 “Well, I think it’s silly that your husband is allowing such a beautiful woman such as yourself”—my eyes roam along her curves—“to come out alone and potentially have other men make a move on her. No?”

 She narrowed her eyes. “What are you trying to say, Geto? Just spit it out.”

  Say my fucking name like that again. 

 I got up from my seat, invading her personal space to ghost my lips along her ear, making it clear, “I want to fuck you. . . so badly. ” The last words came out as a faint whisper. 

 I stood there for a moment so my clear message could linger. If I didn’t know any better, her breathing quickened for a moment. I sat back in my seat and watched her attentively to see if I could catch a reaction. Her face showed none, but the subtle uncrossing and crossing of her legs told me everything I needed to know. 

 She’s aroused.

  Wet .

 Dripping. 

 But she didn’t say anything. Only cleared her throat and sipped on her near-empty glass of wine. 

 We sat in silence for at least ten minutes, and just when I was about to call the bartender for another round for the both of us, she stood up. She started walking away, and rather than reaching for her wrist like I did the last time, I watched her sway her full hips in the direction of the restrooms. She has been drinking, so of course she probably needs to go clear her system. However, the small look over her shoulders in my direction said otherwise. 

 I chugged the rest of my whiskey, pulled out cash, leaving more than needed, and followed her. 

Our lips collided, kissing recklessly like two horny college kids at a frat party. I felt myself becoming greedy and eager to have my hands run along her curves. Her tits, waist, neck—I didn't know which part of her body to focus on because having under the touch of my hands feels so fucking good. 

 And it didn't help hearing those faint whimpers every grip and nip on her flesh I left. 

 Maybe my movements are fervent, but I don't give a fuck. Sucking on soft lips to taste those sweet sounds is all I've thought about since I laid my eyes on her. Kissing her alone could make me come in my pants. 

 My cock is screaming for a release, being uncomfortable due to the restraint of my pants that keeps its hardness from fully erecting. I’m in between wanting to take my time with her and being eager to fuck her, so I choose the latter.

 I lifted her with ease onto the sink and break out kiss to drag my lips across her flesh. I suck, nip, and lick that sweet neck of hers. Her whimpers turn into soft moans, and I couldn’t get enough of how sexy she fucking sounds. Not forced. Not trying to impress me. Just pure bliss. 

 I found my way between her breasts to leave open mouthed kisses while pinching her nipples through the sheer material of her dress. She reacts by lacing her fingers through my hair and pull me closer until I've suffocating against her chest.

 Fucking hell. She's needy, too?

 “Geto,” she moans. 

 “Hm? What’s wrong, pretty girl?”

 “ I need more. ”

 “You need more, what?” I ask, pulling down her straps to expose her breasts. 

 They’re so full. I’m met with the prettiest tits I've ever seen. Naturally saggy. Slight stretch marks. Dark brown peaks.

 They’re fucking perfect. 

 I continue, “Use your words. I don’t know what you need if you don’t tell me.” Then start sucking on her nipples. 

 Her gasps fill the bathroom, and while I’m showing love to her breasts, she begins hiking up her dress and spreads her legs. 

 I smell her. 

 How wet she is. 

 Her scent is telling me that she’s dying to cream on my cock. But I need to hear it. 

 “Geto. . . I need you to fuck me, ” she purrs.

 I stopped sucking her breasts to level with her face. Both of our hues are darkening with an appetite for each other. Lust. Hunger. A need for a release. I pulled out a condom from my pocket and held it in my mouth. Without breaking our contact, I unbuckle my pants to push down, along with my briefs, in one motion to free my dick. She looked down and sucked in a sharp breath before bringing her eyes back up to me. 

 She’s probably thinking that she can’t take me. But she will. That’s what I’m here for. To help her and make sure she does. 

 I ripped the wrapper with my teeth to roll on my cock, still not taking my eyes off her. I will never stop watching her. I need to see her reaction to everything I do.

 When I finish pushing her dress up to her waist.

 When her brows draw together when I pull her panties to the side and run my fingers along her puffy folds to rub her clit. 

 She looks so damn pretty when she’s pleased. I’m anticipating her face when I’m finally inside her. 

 I pull her to the edge of the sink, lining myself up to her entrance to push in. Though, I was met with an intrusion. My head was barely in.

 When was the last time she got fucked? 

 “Hm, stubborn we’re being. Aren’t we?” I taunt. 

 “It’s been a minute,” she teases back. 

 That’s fine. We’ll fix that.

 I bring my fingers back to her pussy to warm up her walls. The moment I slipped inside, she immediately clenched around my fingers. I only had two in and I felt like I was being pushed out again. I’m not going anywhere, though.

 I pump my digits in and out of her, pulling the most obnoxious and pornographic sounds of wetness. It’s like music to my ears. My only intent was to open her up a bit, but I could tell she was dying to come. 

 She looks at me through lidded eyes, softly panting and holding my wrist. I pick up my speed while now rubbing her clit with my thumb. Her pussy was squeezing the feeling out of my fingers, indicating she was about to come. So she held my hand in place to ride out her orgasm. 

 “ F-Fuck . . . Geto. I’m coming.” Earlier she was spicy to me, but now she cries and sounds so sweet dripping on my fingers.  

 She’s open and ready to come for me again. 

 I grabbed my cock to slam myself inside of her in one motion, which gifted me with a sharp cry I’m sure anyone outside could hear. She slapped her hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds of pleasure, but I shook my head and removed her hand. 

 “When I’m inside of you” —I pulled back— “When I’m making you cum.” —I pushed in— “You call me Suguru. Okay?” She nodded, placing her hand below my abdomen to hold my shirt up to prepare for my thrusts. “Good girl.”

 I didn’t let her adjust to my size. She could take it. I know she can. I start fucking her with hunger while keeping her legs apart. Gosh, she’s so fucking tight. So wet and warm. I doubt her husband knows what to do with her pussy because she wouldn’t be here crying on my cock. 

 I stuff every inch of me in her depths to pull out her moans. To watch how gorgeous she looks while being fucked. I want to ask her if can I feel her raw because this fucking rubber is preventing me from feeling her a hundred percent. But I don’t want to show my greed

 Not yet, at least. 

 I’ve never had pussy this good before. Pussy that’s leaking and creaming all over me. No one else deserves this but me. Fucking pussy this good is pure luck, and I feel like the luckiest man alive. 

 “You’re doing so good, Suguru. This feels so fucking good,” she cries. “Fuck me harder.”

 Her praise makes my dick twitch. Imagine being praised by someone with pussy as good as hers. 

  I’m so lucky. 

 However, her need for more makes me possessive. I ripped her away from the sink to place her back against the door and fucked her against it. The door jiggles from our intense fucking and it only jumps more the harder I fuck her. 

 “W-Wait. S-Suguru, it’s too. . . it’s too much, ” she stammered through breathy moans. "You’re too big."

 I clicked my tongue. “You begged me to fuck you harder and now it’s too much?” I shook my head. “Take this cock like a good girl because I know you can. I know you can. Just take it for me. Okay? Hm? Will you do that for me? I just want to make you come one more time. Is that okay?”

 Every word I spoke to her I felt her squeezing my cock. I can feel her coming again soon. She just needed reassurance. 

 “. . . Okay. I’ll take it, Suguru. I’ll take it .”

 I repeatedly pecked her lips. “Fuck. Thank you, angel. Thank you for giving me this good pussy. This fat wet pussy. Do you realize how good you feel?”

 I continued pounding into her pussy and noticed her tits falling out of her dress with every thrust I made. Her chestnut-colored hues glossed with pleasure and tears began pricking the corner of her eyes. 

 She's high off my fucking. Not her pathetic ass husband. I don't even know the guy, but how much of a dickhead you have to be to not worship as mesmerizing as she is?

 I think I’m infatuated. 

 No, I think I love her. She needs to be mine, and mine only.

 I’m the only motherfucker that needs to fuck her like this. I'm not letting this just be a one night stand. I’m going to make her come again tonight. Tomorrow. The day after. The weekend. All day, every day. Only me. 

  Suguru, relax.

 I’m so lost in my thoughts, but her heightened moans brought me back. She doesn’t care about being loud anymore. Yes. Cry my name loud enough so the whole restaurant knows who’s making you come like a slut in the bathroom. 

 “Yes. Oh, fuck, yes! Give it to me, Suguru. Give it,” she begs while rubbing her clit. “I’m about to come again.”

 I push past my thrusts, digging my fingers into her flesh to keep her in place. “Look at my pretty girl taking this fucking cock.” I fuck her with the energy of a lion chasing its prey. “Like this?”

  She nods, desperately. "Yes. Yes, like that, Sugu. I'm coming. I'm fucking coming."

 I’m indecisive about letting her moans roam freely or devouring them with a kiss. And she looks so pretty. That fucking smile while libido pumps through her veins has my cock jumping inside of her unruly. I’m doing my best to hold back my release, but the feel of her pussy is not making it easy. 

 I look down between us and fucking groan from seeing the creamy mess she’s making. My cock down to my balls. The hem of my shirt. Her thighs. Even after she orgasmed, her pussy grips me. How could I not be greedy?

 “One more?” I panted, smirking. 

 Her eyes blew wide. “S-Suguru, no. I don’t think I can.”

 “So why is your fucking pussy still squeezing me?” I was left with nothing but a whimper. “Exactly. Keep rubbing your clit until you come again and squirt all over me.”

 I remove her from the door to hook my arms under her thighs to have her meet with my intense thrusts. She hooks one of her hands around my neck while the other is being used to play with herself. I feel my balls growing heavy and slapping against her sex.

 I was recklessly fucking her pussy like I have no home training. I moan for her. Call for her despite me not knowing her name. I’m lucky. I’m so, so lucky. Fuck her husband. This pussy is mine. I don’t care if this is our first encounter. I’ll kill over pussy like this. 

 “Ahh, fuck!” I growled. My release crept up to the tip of my cock and sprayed the inside of the condom while I fucked her through both of our orgasms. She came between us, drenching my cock, shirt, and pants with her squirt. 

 I hope she doesn’t think this is the last time we’ll see each other.

 I rest my face on the side of her cheek, breaking heavily from that intense orgasm. I know the condom is filled to the stop. I had years worth of come built inside of me, and I still feel like I have more to give. 

 She looks at me, eyes still filled with lust and smirks. “Not too bad, Geto.”

 “I thought I told you to call me Suguru,” I say, leaving kisses on her neck.

 “You said only when I’m coming on your dick.”

 She listens.

 “I did say that. Didn’t I?” I let out an airy chuckle. “Still call me Suguru.”

 “Okay, Suguru .” It rolls off her tongue perfectly even when she’s not moaning. “I enjoyed myself.”

 I nipped on her jawline before meeting her lips with a sensual kiss. “I did too. I want to do it again.”

 “You got three nuts out of me. How needy can you be?” she teases.

 If only she knew.

 “No. Not tonight. I mean, I wouldn’t mind, but not tonight. Another time.”

 She looks at me in confusion. “One night stands aren’t your cup of tea?” She taps my shoulders to let her down so she can start fixing herself. We shared a final moan when I removed my cock from her pussy. The lost contact makes me want her more. 

 “Yeah, they are, " I answered. "But I don’t think there’s anything wrong with enjoying each other’s company. No?”

 “No, but”–she pulls down her dress—“you’re forgetting that I’m married.”

 I arched my brow, teasingly. “Did I forget or did you?”

 She glares at me. “Seems like I have a thing for jackasses with good dick.”

 There goes that spice again.

 “Look. That’s not what I meant and you know that.”

 “Ha. Oh, do I?” 

 I watched her finish adjusting herself in the mirror, grabbing her purse, and heading for the door. The moment her hand lands on the handle, I put my hand on top of hers to keep the knob from turning. By all means, she’s not a short woman. Maybe five-foot-seven at most. But even with heels, I tower her. 

 Wrapping my free arm around her waist, I push myself against her so she can feel my erection against her ass. My lips meet with her ear, and I know she’s affected by my actions because I heard the moment her breath hitched.

 “It’s just. . . you’re so damn beautiful. You can’t give me that good pussy and expect me to only want it once,” I whisper. “I haven’t even tasted you yet.”

 “ Suguru . . .” Her voice was soft, barely above a hushed tone.

 “Hm?”

 She turns around. Our eyes lock once more. Her plush lips ghost over mines, nearly kissing me, but says, “Go fuck yourself,” and walks out the door. 

 Yeah. I think I love her. 

 I follow behind her like a lost puppy. “Wait!” She stops in the hallway near the bathrooms. “You still didn’t give me your name.”

 Smirking over her shoulder, she left me there with a semi-hard cock and her name.

 “Y/N.”

  Y/N. . . Perfect.

 I hope she doesn’t think this will be the last time I see her.

 It’s not. 

  Far from it.

next chapter

[lexi-the-demon-69]

A final farewell

Yeah, decided to make a fake cutscene of Ice Cream Sandwich Cookie getting Thanos snapped in front of Dark Cacao-

Here, have a little oneshot that'll make this scene even worse:

Dark Cacao Cookie fell to his knees as Caramel Arrow Cookie faded away into a cloud of floury dust. The sheer devastation that burned in his heart was too much to bear, he lost his first watcher again. But, this time, there was no guarantee that he could ever see her again. Just as he looked down at the floor... the coo of a dying dove caught his attention.

"Y-your Kingliness...? I-I don't feel so good..."

Dark Cacao Cookie's eyes shot open as his body picked itself off the ground to see little Ice Cream Sandwich Cookie, his little artist, reduced to a pale shell of floury dough. Dark Cacao Cookie looked on in terror as Ice Cream Sandwich Cookie began to fade away, picking himself off the ground and dashing over to be by her side in her final moments.

"Ice Cream Sandwich Cookie!!" Dark Cacao Cookie shrieked. "Not you too...!!"

"Y-your Kingliness...!" Ice Cream Sandwich Cookie coughed. "I-I'm scared...! I-I don't wanna go! I-I don't wanna leave you!"

"Ice Cream Sandwich Cookie...! Stay with me! Don't let yourself fade away like Caramel Arrow Cookie and the others! Stay strong for your king! That is an order!"

As much as she wished to follow orders, Ice Cream Sandwich Cookie continued to fade away, growing weaker and weaker by the second.

"I-I'm... sorry... b-but.... I don't think I can.... keep myself together.... I-I'm s-sorry for disobeying orders.... Y-Your Kingliness...." Ice Cream Sandwich Cookie sniffled. "I-I didn't even get to finish my painting.... t-that I-I... promised to make you....!"

"No... no... it's alright, Ice Cream Sandwich Cookie...! You will finish that painting... because you are returning home with me! Even if you didn't finish the painting... I would still be happy with it..."

The feeling of warming peace soon took over Ice Cream Sandwich Cookie's body as she finally gave into her suffering and allowed herself to fade away.

"I..." Ice Cream Sandwich Cookie sighed. "A-at least... I won't have to worry about my assignments for school anymore... a-and.... I finally had my wish come true..."

"No! No! Don't you dare say that!" Dark Cacao Cookie exclaimed. "Please, stay with me, Ice Cream Sandwich Cookie! Stay for your king! Your wish never came true yet! Not yet!"

"Y-yes.... it did...! M-my wish... was to find my parents... b-but... I found something better... t-than my parents..."

"A-and what is that...?"

"You...! Thank you.... for.... all you've done for me...."

As she let out her final breath, Ice Cream Sandwich Cookie's body had fully returned to flour as the specks rested on Dark Cacao Cookie's hands. All that was left of the little artist was her paintbrush, resting on the ground just a few inches away from the distraught king. Dark Cacao Cookie could only look at the floor and the pile of blowing flour sat underneath him as tears fell from his violet eyes.

------ Your tears, hand them over

[cherrycreambomb]

Cooked up a new AU! Corrupted/Shadow Cacao!

What would happen if Cacao let the sorrow and darkness consume his body and soul. After suffering the lose of his son, kingdom, the friends he cares most for, and then the light of his life. Nothing was left to lose for him, thus darkness has taken over him. Now hes only a shell of his former sell, filled with sorrow,rage, and sadness. Its full of angst > :) Suffer

[sagenatural]

[whencyclopedia]

The Invention of the First Coinage in Ancient Lydia

Money may take many forms, from the digital code of cryptocurrency to the woodpecker scalps favoured in early California. People have also used cattle, cacao beans, cowrie shells, chewing gum, grain, and giant stones as money. Early cultures became especially fond of metals, particularly silver, gold, and electrum (an alloy of the other two). These held their value (unlike a dead cow), were easy to transport (unlike a giant stone), and they could be measured out in exact amounts and fractions (unlike a woodpecker scalp). The only problem with metals is all the weighing. This adds time to every transaction, increasing the inconvenience and costs of doing business with bullion. There had to be a better way – and the ancient Lydians invented it.

Lydians Invent Coinage

In approximately 630 BCE, someone in the Anatolian kingdom of Lydia stamped a piece of precious metal with something akin to a signet ring. One outcome of this simple act was that it increased confidence in the lump’s weight and purity when later used in the marketplace. This procedure did nothing to modify the intrinsic value of the commodity, but it simplified the exchange of bullion for anyone willing to accept the stamp’s guarantee prima facie rather than reweighing and retesting the lump every time it was traded. Merchants could set aside their cumbersome scales, weights, and touchstones to accelerate their transactions by counting out, not weighing out, this new form of currency. The Greeks, who quickly adopted this Lydian technology, named the coins nomismata because they functioned as money by accepted convention (nomos).

That acceptance probably grew by degrees. The first time a fellow showed up in a Lydian marketplace with some stamped chunks of electrum, most of his neighbors may not have noticed or cared. The metal went into the balance pan with other bullion to pay a debt or purchase a lamb. Nothing differentiated the stamped and unstamped pieces until people could agree, by custom (nomos), that the message punched into the metal had special meaning. At that point, the object obtained the three essential elements of a coin as later stipulated by Isidore of Seville in the seventh century CE: acceptable metal, weight, and design. The stamps were rudimentary affairs at first, bearing messages in Greek or Lydian stating, "I am the signet of Phanes" or "I am of Kukas."

It must be remembered, however, that ancient peoples treated a seal more formally than we do a signature; the seal embodied the full power and prestige of the person associated with it. We might compare this to a document that has been notarized and not merely signed. These legends accompanied diverse images ranging from a lion to a stag, all hammered into the metal by a hardened die. Persons such as Phanes and Kukas (perhaps one a military commander and the other a king) stood surety for their stamped bullion in terms of its quality and quantity. Their prior involvement with the metal made it easier to transact business using it. To make this innovation even more convenient, coins were struck in seven denominations going down to a minute fraction (1/192) of a stater weighing less than a tenth of a gram (0.004 oz). This fact suggests a high degree of coin-based monetization, accommodating payments large and small across the Lydian economy.

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[lohotine]

Can I request a headcanon of Dark Cacao dating a mercookie who is from the licorice seas please

AN: I thought this was going to be a lot harder to make then it actually was- I think it turned out alright! Hopefully it is satisfactory ☆

Dark Cacao x Mercookie! Reader

Headcanons

Warnings: None

You called out to him while waving your hands enthusiastically

Met you while on a walk by the ocean

He was slightly startled by you, but all fear melted when he saw your sweet smile.

He thought you looked so beautiful

You two started talking a lot, exchanging stories about how life was at your own home

You were fascinated by the thought of running around in snow

He thought it was cute

You guys met everyday at the same time and at the same spot

Eventually you guys caught feelings for each other

You confessed first

He wished you could see the inside of the kingdom, so he started working on canals around the paths

You absolutely loved it

He knew it was worth it since he could see that wonderful smile of yours

You started to show him some of the music you would play

He adored it

You began to teach him, and he loved playing short songs with you ever since

You collect a bunch of pretty shells and pearls to gift him

Likes the gifts mainly because they were gifts from you and not because of their value

All in all, very fascinated by you and your charms, and does his best to show you his kingdom and make you happy. ♡

[crkfragmentedsouljams]

SINCE NOW EP8 OF BEAST YEAST HAS FINALLY RELEASED..(as of writing this) im gonna finally talk abt my crk au ive been thinking of for months-

| Fragmented Souljams AU! — Introduction/Masterpost ig-

(FSAU for short)

This crk au is basically: What if the ancients loses to the beast and is now under their control? :)

| General Info:

Blog is owned by @cheesymellow (MINOR!) :D.

This is still a massive WIP and i dont have that much planned rn for this. But feel free to ask questions in my asksbox or in the comments!-

Fanart & Fanfiction are COMPLETELY OKAY!! Aslong as its sfw (any fanart/fanfic made by another person is not considered canon)

If you want you can even ask stuff to the cast! Ex: “Empty Vanilla how is it like in the spire?”, or “Soulless cacao, Do you like peach baos?”. (Its optional to call the ancients by their AU name btw, you can still call them Pure Vanilla, Dark cacao, & Golden cheese :D)

If you have any non-au related questions, Just ask in my main blog @cheesymellow

Eyy you interested? If you are, All character info & stories r DOWN BELOW!!

| The Lineup of characters! (DC is incomplete 💔)

—Designs might change in the future!

Lets start off with..

| Pure Vanilla/Empty Vanilla

Empty vanilla is now a shell of his former self. His souljam exploding unknowingly whilst falling down the tower (EP7). Injuring him in the chest and half of his face, even severely damaging his memories… Now with those damaged memories. He contemplates if he is “Pure Vanilla” or “Truthless Recluse”. Residing in shadow milk’s domain to find answers. (At least, thats what he’s been told.)

As for Gingerbrave, Strawberry, And Wizard cookie. They all are forced to reside in the spire. Reluctantly joining shadow milk TEMPORARILY obeying orders as they try to escape and recover Empty Vanilla’s memories. (cant think of a color palette)

– Extra Info!:

Empty Vanilla was given his name by none other than Black Sapphire! He found it fitting considering he doesn’t know what he is.

His personality is a mix of Pure Vanilla & Truthless Recluse. Kind and forgiving but sometimes rude and pissed (Mostly to Shadow Milk ☺️)

80% of the time you’ll find him sleeping. The 20% is him doing orders/chores

Also Re-learning both Light magic & Dark Moon magic. That wont go wrong right?

He can see WAYY better now and doesn’t need his staff! He only uses it to do magic. (which is barely)

| Golden Cheese/Lusterless Cheese

Burning Spice had TOOO much fun fighting with Golden Cheese that he shattered her souljam in the process. But even after doing that. He still continued to fight her until she somehow managed to escape. Crumbling and bleeding jam as she was holding a piece of her souljam. That had enough power to heal her but… She couldn’t reclaim it. For she has lost to Burning Spice. After that she manages to find Smoked Cheese and barely escape together… They’re now both lost in the desert trying to hide from the Spice Swarm.

Smoked Cheese is in worse condition. His arm almost falling off yet surprisingly still very strong. He still has the soulcheeses with him and vows to protect it with his life despite his dying state.

– Extra Info!:

Lusterless Cheese was a nickname given to her by the Spice Swarm after she lost to Burning Spice. She isnt really that shiny and golden now is she?. Only Smoked Cheese calls her Golden Cheese. (Also just a name so i can differentiate her from canon and this au)

Constantly gets reminded of that fight and is slowly losing hope

She took extra clothes from a nearby village due to hers being heavily damaged & dirty. And has wrapped bandages over all her scratches.

Her wings are slowly regrowing thanks to the bit essence of her souljam!

Speaking of souljam, Burning Spice is delighted by this change. Trying to find out what the shattered souljam can do.

| Dark Cacao/Soulless Cacao (CANT DECIDE ON A DESIGN JS GIMME A DAY OR TWO IT WILL BE HERE SOON-)

Kneeling down infront of Mystic Flour as he accepts his fate and sees his souljam getting taken.. Mystic Flour attempts to turn him into flour for she feels pity for him. But alas.. No matter how hard she tried, He wouldnt disolve completely. Even after giving up. Until she realized his souljam was shaking uncontrollably, Then—Poof! Shatters unknowingly and simply loses its shine. She is lead to believe this is fate telling her that Dark Cacao could be of good use to her. So she recruits him to become his servant/devoted follower. He accepts willing to find a purpose.

As for his warriors. They are lost in beast yeast, Currently having made their own campsite while trying to find their king.

– Extra Info!:

Soulless Cacao was a name given by Cloud Hatae (Yes this 💩 is alive). Just a random nickname on spot since he has changed.

He dosent use his sword anymore. Doesn’t commit violence at all

As days go by, His memories fade away bit by bit.

He loves watering the plants of the ivory pagoda. And has made good friends with the guards and even Peach Blossom.

Thats all for now- Ill add more info soon so stay tuned

[chaoticm0therfvcker]

My CRK OC’s as beast cookies

I just saw someone making their cookie run OCs into beast cookies for the beast ancients au by @cuppajj, so I decided to do the same! Enjoy!

Credit to @makothedorito for the idea!

Caffeine Cookie ——> Wandering Static Cookie

Beast of Anarchy

Having seen her sister fall victim to manipulation of Dark Enchantress Cookie, Wandering Static Cookie’s mind was overcome by the raw power and emotion within her staff, and in turn became resentful of all forms of leadership and authority. Developing a twisted view of the cookies who led the many societies within Earthbread, she used her traveling experience and caffeine staff to travel the world, slaying world leaders and watching with joy as cookies tore any semblance of their societies apart when faced with a lack of guidance. Of course, Dragonberry Cookie and Celestial Cheese Cookie are exempt from this hatred, but all that’s keeping her from ending them is her undying attraction and love towards both of them.

Cold Brew Cookie ——> Seeping Brew Cookie

Beast of Manipulation

After years of being praised and groomed by Dark Enchantress Cookie, Seeping Brew Cookie was one day disillusioned to the manipulation she had once faced, though this epiphany had a much different effect on Seeping Brew than was good for Earthbread. While she was mad at Dark Enchantress for what she had done, she had to admit that being wanted and praised by Dark Enchantress for simply following orders felt nice, no matter how untrue it may have been. Of course, she wanted all of Earthbread to feel this joy and security she had once felt, and she soon realized that she could use her potions to do it! Poison gas, spiked drinks and dishes, even darts, she was willing to do whatever necessary to use her talents to make cookies love her, want her, and only feel happy and loved whenever they were around her.

Choco Sandwhich Cookie ——> Bitter Biscuit Cookie

Beast of Regret

Being one of Dark Cacao Cookie’s top warriors, the pain and regret Choco Sandwich Cookie felt when she saw her king become the frigid and lonesome cookie he is now tore her apart. All the effort she put into rising the ranks, catching his attention, receiving the praise and care and fatherly love she had craved since infancy, all down the drain. The cookie she once idolized and loved like a father was now a shell of his former self, caring about nothing more than spreading his permafrost and sitting in his throne room in solitude. She may not have any magic or potions to achieve her goal, but she has a whole hell of a lot of stubbornness, rage, and regret, and she’s gonna make damn sure she makes Frigid Cacao Cookie make her feel the same pain and regret she feels every day.

Panini Cookie ——> Stale Sandwich Cookie

Beast of Uncertainty

All his life, Panini Cookies shapeshifting abilities made him a walking identity crisis. One day, he just snapped, his confusion and uncertainty breaking his mind and consuming his very being. Everything around him was changing, his own existence was constantly changing, and he just couldn’t make sense of it anymore. One thing he was certain of, however, was that people needed to finally learn what this level of uncertainty felt like. Using a variety of different strategies and techniques, Stale Sandwich does whatever necessary to fill cookies minds with uncertainty, watching from afar as a single emotion tears cookies apart from the inside out.

Midnight Snack Cookie ——> Undying Hunger Cookie

Beast of Corruption

For years, he had been in love with Burning Spice Cookie, enjoying their time together both within the palace and out in the lands of Beast-Yeast. He had originally wanted to purify and redeem Burning Spice Cookie, but as time went on, the opposite ended up happening, and Undying Hunger Cookie became as much of a beast as his lover was. As to be expected, he loved this feeling, loved to be destructive, loved to hurt anyone who didn’t want to agree with him and his outlook on life. Now, cookies fear him, even his own family find themselves tensing up and feeling a sinking sensation in their stomachs whenever someone utters his name. Of course, you could be spared by him if you really wanted to, all you need to do is follow his ways and give in to his harsh teachings.

[lostsoulscrk]

The Five's relationships with their respective main story team member!

Pure Vanilla: He thinks that Custard is adorably ambitious. He reminds him a lot that being a king isn't all fun and games, and that a big part of it is contributing and listening to others. Though, he also isn't confident in giving kingly advice due to how his kingdom ended up.

Hollyberry: She thinks Strawberry is downright adorable! She's very confident in her, and wishes she'd get out of her shell more. She's also the only one of the team to know that Strawberry likes to draw.

Golden Cheese: She's very mixed about Chili Pepper. On one hand, she appreciates Chili Pepper's love of all things gold, but on the other, she dislikes the fact that she steals said gold from others. This is to the point that she thought for a moment about not even trying to find her kingdom because she was worried Chili Pepper would steal stuff. Her opinion has improved at seeing how much she cares for the other story team members.

Dark Cacao: He admires Gingerbrave's bravery and determination to do the right thing. It reminds him of his son. (Who in this au, never found the Strawberry Chocoblade.) Due to that, however, it worries him when Gingerbrave forgets to use his head.

White Lily: She likes how curious Wizard is. She teaches him spells when she remembers them. However, she has the least formed opinion on him out of all the Five and their respective team member, due to how flighty and forgetful she is.

[mirramirra05]

The beast of passion

Trapped on a island since the fall of the others, her once pure love has become that of obsession and perversion. The sounds of a trumpet will blind you're mind making you love her for all of eternity

and if you don't?

Well her snakes are quite hungry! And all 6 of you will make the perfect little snacks for them....

The hero of fate

A child of beast and cookie, in the shadow of her mother she tries her best to right the wrongs she's grown up with. Her loom,her hands, and the red twine that brings cookies together work to fix and reveal that of true love. she promises to bring real love back to the kingdom and not the sounds of obsession that invades the ears of others and coils around them like a poisonous snake.

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Hello!!!

Id like to welcome at-least two of my cookie run kingdom OC's

My beast cookie- whipped butter cookie/calypso cookie

My ancient hero cookie- mixed chocolate cream cookie

The idea of whipped is based off of Calypso and Scylla from epic the musical/homers Odyssey with the idea of that instead of being trapped in the silver tree with the other beast she was placed/trapped by the witches to stay on a island never to be rescued or found purposely by others.

Every cookie that ends up on her island are shipwreck survivors or people lost at sea, very rarely if not at all does anyone make it off the island cause of the witches spell and whips magic too. Her trumpet is basically mind control and a love spell in one causing anyone to hear it to fall madly in love with the one who plays it. She plays her trumpet constantly to keep the spell from fading and in her twisted mind her losing her loved ones.

The Scylla position of her is her physical looks, she has six snakes that are connected to her each one is alive but their minds are like a hive mind, connected and act out the main brains commands. All though each snake is poisonous with different levels of poison. The lower 3 the ones closer to her body are more so used to threaten or put someone their place there poison is weaker, the top 3 the ones close to her sould jam/gem are the ones that kill the ones she considers "heartbreaker's".

With mixed chocolate she is actually more of a self insert then OC cause she's based off of me by my race cause I am mixed ( white American and black/mixed Jamaican) so she is a mixed white and dark chocolate frosting cookie. The only thing I changed was she is also based of of Penelope and circe from epic/the Odyssey.

Penelope from her weaving and her desire/ her waiting for real love not the obsession she has seen her whole life.

While circe due to her magic abilities with the red string and her deep care and protectiveness of the cookies she loves and care for. ( The cake hound she has used to be a cookie she considers her best friend, she turned them into a hound so that way her mother could never use her trumpet on them)

Both these characters are blood related as mixed is whipped full blood daughter. Mixed is immune to her mother spell due to being her daughter, the only reason why she doesn't stop her mother is because she does feel real love for her mom.

A cookie( either a milk or mixed chocolate based cookie) from dark cacaos kingdom had gotten lost at sea due to him traveling for a business position in a neighboring kingdom. Sadly like many cookies that end up on whipped island she keeps him there and even forces him to marry her, eventually bringing mixed into the world. Mixed father is still alive but he's kept trapped in the main palace of the island, constantly under whips spell to the point where he's a obsessive lovesick shell of the cookie he used to be.

Both of her parents don't truly love her , since her dad is always under a spell, and her mother is well a love obsessed beast. The only reason she knows that what she grew up with isn't real love is from visions given to her from a ✨higher power ✨ that show her what love is and she tries to learn from the people who end up on their island before they hear her mothers spell.

Anyways this is what I have so far for the two of them! I bring out more as I go!!!

[inubaki]

The Exchange (Chocolate)

Part 4

“What’s that?” Adam gave a collected sigh while bidding for his last ounce of patience. “Dad! Dad! What is it?” Cain tugged persistently at the end of Adam’s furs, whining when he failed to get a response.

Adam had long given up on attempting to pry him off his leg. Or correct him on his usage of the loose term ‘father’; Eve’s reinvented label towards Adam dispute all obvious falsehoods. But he had endured it for the children. Settling for their laughter and smiles while he threw himself to provide and protect. Never to abandon them like his creator’s had. Until recent revelations. “Cacao beans…” Adam mutters while trying to recall the plant’s attributes. He didn’t want to extend to much effort into something that couldn’t fill a gut or settle some bodily grievance. The recent heat wave had withered most of the season’s foliage leaving opinions limited to the family’s reserves. The crops had failed and Eve’s ‘easy solutions’ had Adam divided between rage and defeat.

Ideally he rolled the pod between his hands, testing its weight while checking for any contaminating punctures. Cain hugged his leg as he retrieved the knife from his belt- The same knife Eve had plunged repeatedly into his back. -rapping it against the pod’s shell to startle any critters. Cain reached up and slap it with a cubby hand before Adam pulled it out of reach. The child quickly growing disinterested and tugged again for Adam’s attention. “Daddy—-“

“Surely you jest? Forgetting about one of MY plants, Adam?” Adam gave a knee jerk reaction; missing the pod and nicking his own thumb with the tip of the blade. “Fuck—-!” “Ohhhh! Is that a new swear?” “SHUT UP!!”

“Daddy…?” Cain’s small voice pulled Adam back to focus. The man attempted to turn away and play ignorant when his hand was abruptly seized. Adam didn’t dare watch as something long and wet engulfed his bleeding thumb. Provoking familiar shivers to travel down the length of his spine. “Cain—“ Adam’s throat tightened, trying to fight through erratic hammering of his own heart. His body still a vibrating echo of his last lingering whispers.

He sobered only upon seeing the frightened look of Cain’s eyes. Wet pools of familiar violet, strikingly confused and helpless compared to their predecessor. Cain’s attention flickered back and forth between Adam and his suspended hand left aloft. Like Eve, they never seemed to see what Adam could see, but always seemed to just know. “Of course…”

The phantom purred like a cat against Adam’s palm. Burning lips tracing from the wound as they slowly migrated up to the delicate skin of Adam’s wrist. Scaring and calluses seeming only to entice him further with the introduction of pointed teeth. “I only allow you to see me..”

“Cain…. Take the knife and head home, okay?”

What was the difference if his body were to pay for ‘blessings’ now compared to later? At least this felt more of his choice. Before there had been the spear. Then the knife. And now there was only himself.

“Nooo—! Daddy—-“ Cain shock his head, his hands returning to cling to his furred belt. His bottom lip quivering not to cry while Adam’s heart steeply sank. But the fractures Eve’s revelations had left behind had embittered him enough to sharpen his stance. “I knew you’d be a good father-“

“Do as I say Cain. Everything we’ve collected, take it back to your mom”.

“But da—“

Adam cut off the child off as he yanked the male-shift satchel from around his shoulders. The light weight to their scavenging only added to his resolve as he shoved it into Cain’s arms. All expect for the cocoa beans.

“Like most things, these are only for us…”.

The intricate scarring along Adam’s back flared up into a sensation just short of burning. Like the arms that circled his neck and the presence of lips that taunted his senses dispute Adam’s repeated diversion.

“I told you, Adam; you should worry more about yourself~”

Cain took the knife from Adam though both knew it would do little. Reluctantly accepting the his orders if only to tamper Adam’s nerves. Both welcoming the illusion of comfort as a father nudged his son back from which they came.

From the infringing tree line, another tall silhouette could be vaguely seen. Pale and encompassing as she waited patiently. The purrs only grew louder in Adam’s ears while the human fought the compulsion to scream.

“I don’t know why you keep rejecting to having more children. You know our deal would extend to them too”

Adam couldn’t stand to watch that ‘woman’ take Cain’s hand. Only now turning his eyes to narrow upon his grinning companion. As helpless to them as he was to the land that seemed determined to kill them. The idea of dragging more children to suffer the wastes seemed beyond mere cruelty. He scoffed. “You-” he nearly bite his tongue with a laugh. “YOU would like Eve and I to breed—-“

“Absolutely-ducking not!”

The reply was as instant as it was vicious. Causing Adam actually to actually flinch away from the inhuman display of bleeding eyes and lengthening teeth. The width of his shoulders baring the pricking of sharpened claws, drawing just a hinting of blood. But, with a blink of the eye, the moment passed as Lucifer strike a loud kiss over Adam’s cheek. Laughing merrily as he slide off the taller man’s back, all the while tossing the pod sealed beans between his hands.

“You’re right! You’re right!”

Adam continued to say nothing and Lucifer filled the eery space with a laugh. Twirling on a hoof theatrically as he began tossing the pod in a circular motion above his head.

“I should have been more specific in our dealings. Let me make it up to you old friend…”

Violently ripping off its shelled casting with inhuman ease. The gleeful man emanated a boundless strength with every soundless dancing step. The earth rested around him, quiet, submissive and unmoving as though holding its breath. The devil fingered the real seedlings nestled within the shell. Smiling rather proudly as he retrieved one to hold aloof overhead. “Even bitter things can be sweet… let me show you—“

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I finished this doodle story out of spite. I know it’s bad. But I finished it. So HIGH FIVE!!