Zeyri
Fandoms
Recent works
-
Tags
Summary
Slow and reverent, he savoured the soft skin he cultivated with lotions and oils.
“You've come such a long way,” he whispered, head tilting. “When I first brought you here, you could hardly bear to be touched. And now, look at you…”
His hands pressed gently at the hips, palms molding the plush curve like they were made to do so. “See how well your body takes to care?” A coo, thumbs pressing into the soft love handles wantingly. “You've softened so beautifully. Not a sharp edge left.”
Shadow Milk looked aside, at the pastel wall. He couldn't drown it out, not as the king leaned to press a kiss to his forehead, where the mark from his eye had moved.
“All of this—” Fingertips moved over the love handles, to the hip where they squeezed in admiration. “—was made to be held.”
[Exam hiatus. Some chapters will be shortened for brevity to focus on key details. Apologies for my stretched out descriptions.]
Series
- Part 1 of The Lights (Delights)
-
Tags
Summary
Somewhere there, his heart felt as if it could finally drop the weight, and accept the gravity of the situation—one that, it seemed, Shadow Milk was all too keen on avoiding.
Then, the words came. Pure Vanilla didn't know why he expected anything more.
"Nah," with a dismissive hand, the other slid his hand between the physician and the car, fingers making way to hook on the car's handle.
The taller's hand slammed onto the doors thoughtlessly. He didn't realise until the warmth bit his palm.
"Nothing?" he urged.
Shadow Milk's eyes widened and the movement seemed to have stunned his scheme. The taller's voice came lower, even though it was no secret that he whispered. In fact, maybe it was shame that kept him from airing the other's laundry.
"Not even the fact that you've had my child?"
Series
- Part 4 of Pandora's Shelf (NSFW)
-
Tags
Summary
Truthless Recluse wrapped his hand around the other one immediately.
And as such, the sound ceased. The beast slid their hand down effortlessly, flicking off a lock of his hair—showing off, proud like a peacock.
"My my, all bark no bite," Shadow Milk snickered, though it wasn't the gentle, friendly kind of a noise. "You always promise gold and deliver bronze."
Truthless resisted the evident bait. He did not even touch the hook, really. Silence echoed where there was a cacophony, and his shoulders sloped inward, until only the shadows were gracing his face.
Beneath the washed gold of his bangs, grinned. The corners of his lips were pulled and oh did he chuckle.
"What's so funny, eh?"
"Nothing," he replied dismissively, pulling Shadow Milk to wish to pry. "I think I get it now."
The hermit gave himself less time to recover. He already moved his hand back on the keys, much to the beast's shock. Strangely enough to have the other's lips part.
"Hey—" he uttered.
A ring of the piano followed.
Series
- Part 4 of Curious Cases (SFW)
-
Tags
Summary
"Fine?" Truthless Recluse scoffed. "You boiled up shortly after you went out. If you are lucky enough, the fever might've already subsided."
"The… fever?"
Silence lingered, as if the hermit was giving the virtue time to process the information—somehow guessing that it was necessary. Fount's lip was pulled when he was in thought.
Fever. He should've expected as much, but it did not make it any easier to accept. What a foolish condition.
"…Right." Nodding, he closed his eyes in recall. That was right—what he knew is that he was with the witches, returned, and then the strangeness overtook him. But now that he awoke (as unusual as it was to sleep) he knew he was ready for the day.
"Thank you," Fount started. "For being here, I mean. I think that I can now return to the… usual, you know?"
The hermit sighed. He raised up a scroll to read from, face unimpressed and brow arched. "Dear Knowledge," he quoted. "I am aware the sugarshrooms that are labeled as poisonous are those with red hats and pink icings. However, the one I had found has icings similiar to white. Is it okay to eat said mushroom? How much of it is fine?"
Series
- Part 1 of Curious Cases (SFW)
-
Tags
Summary
"When you look at all of those lights, Mr. Oak, what do you see?"
Indeed, the sight from here alone was enough to cast his gaze across most of the buildings that were alive inside of the dreamscape. From that distance, he could even point to his favourite bakeries, or jewellery shops that him and his sister favoured.
From where you stood, you only saw how easy it would be to push him.
"I see…" Your brow rose when Sunday hesitated, as if willing to make a sentence, and then catching himself. That's how you knew the next words that trailed weren't truly honest. "People of different kinds, walking towards different ideas of a perfect reality."
Your heel echoed when you moved closer to the barrier. Sunday's brow rose when your elbows graced the cold metal, and you leaned into the air with a sigh. Stood like this side by side, you could almost forgive the problematic status gap.
"Then they all walk towards the same reality."
Series
- Part 4 of Oratorio for the Anointed
Recent series
-
Summary
Delights is a mini-series mini-trilogy which focuses on characters of Pure Vanilla, Black Sapphire, and Shadow Milk.
Scattered across chapters lay memories and insights into the time from before the great Yogurt River all the way to the Doll's end.
While tied together by strings of fate, each story can be read as a standalone.
With wishes and iridescent sparks made for you by Wistful Witch.
- Words:
- 85,821
- Works:
- 1
- Bookmarks:
- 7
-
- Words:
- 38,797
- Works:
- 4
- Bookmarks:
- 5
-
Summary
All I’ve written for his sake
- Words:
- 42,515
- Works:
- 4
-
Summary
Stood over the table, she sighed wistfully. In her small hand was an egg which she cracked, slowly letting the egg white drip into the cauldron. Then the yolk was put into a bowl beside, and the egg shell—discarded.
- Words:
- 75,972
- Works:
- 2
- Bookmarks:
- 6
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
He poured himself a glass of wine. Just one. Maybe he’d swipe a bit, amuse himself, feel better.
Instead, he got more annoyed. One man sent him four messages in a row before he even replied. Another addressed him as “my chocolate prince.” Affogato very nearly threw his phone across the room.
And then, something caught his eye, a username.
DarkCacao. It was also the name of the nickname, which he tilted his head at, the nicknames he saw so far on other profiles were… something. It was a name with zero flair, no puns, no sugar metaphors. Just a sleek profile: minimalistic, no age listed, only a few pictures that seemed to blur more than they revealed. But the messages? They were…
*Good evening. I hope this message finds you well. Your profile suggests you have both taste and purpose—a rare pairing."
Affogato blinked. He read it twice. No unsolicited pictures. No pet names. Just… manners.
.
.
.
.Or, Affogato's attempts at making a life for himself outside his home country don't go the way he planned. Turns out the city life is harder than it looks, even for a man with his charm and intellect. His life is changed by a dating app.
Bookmarked by Zeyri
26 Apr 2025
-
Tags
Summary
He was still alone.
Good.
Heart thudding in his chest, Truthless Recluse took the time to lean on the tree and lift his foot. He struggled with the zipper on his boot and cried when it got stuck, but he managed to yank his foot free. He put his barefoot back down, shocks of pain raced up his leg.---
Truthless Recluse escapes from The Spire, but he has something The Fount wants.
Series
- Part 2 of Truthless Doll AU
-
Tags
Summary
For the first time in their nation, the court faced the unthinkable, the possibility of a fractured succession. Dark Choco, the only heir to King Dark Cacao was still young–no more than twelve–but already bore the grim scars of battle and, more recently, a near-fatal accident that had shaken the kingdom to its core.
The council chambers rang with debate, voices overlapping like clashing blades.
Then a voice spoke–one of the oldest councilors, hunched with age but sharp in mind.
“There is precedent,” the elder said, voice dry like cracking parchment. “In times of succession crisis. An old custom, before your reign, Your Majesty. When lines were too thin, or cursed by misfortune… a second wife was permitted. For the necessity of lineage.”
.
.
.Or, Affogato is as ambitious as ever, only this time he finds different methods of securing his power over the Dark Cacao Kingdom.
-
how to make your king husband fall in love with you, a guide. by fruit_tt
Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game)
13 Apr 2025
Tags
Summary
Affogato stood before him now, their shadows intertwining like ink in water. He reached up to loosen the clasp at the King’s collar, fingers grazing warm skin beneath the cold iron.
"You trust me to rule in your absence and with assistance, as king with your consort," Affogato murmured, "yet keep me as distant as a king would an advisor, a servant."
"You are clever enough to make both positions work for you."
.
Or, Affogato's attempts at making his political marriage with his king deeper than using each other, for his own sake.
-
Tags
Summary
“The idea of having sex with Shadow Milk is one that always made the jam pump out of Candy Apple’s heart twice as fast. Black Sapphire has entertained the thought, but he could read Shadow Milk the same way he could read tarot cards, and his reading spelt one thing: not interested. However, when a man desperately needs attention, drama, and touch, in that order, would one’s body not shake in desire to give him all that?”
After Pure Vanilla’s arrival at the Spire of Deceit, Shadow Milk has been unable to process the events, creating a distance between his minions. Determined to see him drowning in indulgence once more, they conduct a plan.
Bookmarked by Zeyri
24 Mar 2025
Bookmarker's Notes
The one where smilk gets non con done by elated bastards