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So my list is as follows! Yes I know OC x Canon isn’t really something people like but I enjoy it and i am writing this for myself too so it won’t all be OC x Canon! I tried to do two kinks per day to make it more fun, so hopefully I don’t lose my motivation. The only things I refuse to write is the childlike characters with anyone because ew- AND I hate Shadow Milk so do not ask please. I just…despise him. 

The list:
Masturbation and orgasm control OC x dark cacao 
Cumming Untouched & dry humping/ grinding (TBD
Threesome and nipple clamps (TBD
Voyeurism, sounding, and hypnosis (TBD
finger sucking and wax play (TBD
outdoor sex and humiliation (TBD
blindfolds and blood play (vampire cookie X sparkling cookie
Web cam and cages (TBD
exhibitionism and shibari (Maybe tentacles) 
oral sex and punishment (TBD
cum eating and handcuffs (TBD
Sex work and kneeling OC x dark Cacao
dildos sub top dom bottom TBD
Omegaverse possessive sex TBD
Semi public, object insertion, sex pollen TBD
remote control, temperature play TBD
service kink & uniform kink TBD
size queen & sub dom TBD
creampie & sensory deprivation TBD
mirror sex, temporary or perm marks (tattoos?) OC x Burning Spice 
rimming & monster fucking TBD
quiet sex & sugar baby TBD
biting & praise Affogato x Black Sapphire 
anal & gags TBD
Double penetration, impact play, pillory/ stocks added kink: pegging/ strap ons (top Hollyberry bottom Pitaya)
Lingerie cuckhold(Chances are I might not do the cuckhold and will change it, TBD)
hairpulling & wall sex TBD
multiple orgasms & free use TBD
Body worship & full-Body bondage TBD
Breeding & degradation TBD
Hot tub sex & knotting (Writers choice and I’m a freak: OC x Dark Cacao)

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The Dark Cacao Kingdom was notorious for its frigid and close to inhospitable weather, especially in the winters. But with so many generations being born and learning to adapt in the harsh snow it had made most cookies had learned to cope with it. Coffee Gelato was not one of those cookies. It was common misconception that the ice cream in his dough would help him fight the cold but it was much better suited to fight the heat, leaving him extra sensitive to the weather in the Unwavering Kingdom of Snow. Such as today, standing around beside Dark Cacao as they visited different tribes close to the Citadel. As king, Dark Cacao was expected to see his people and ensure their safety. Even more so with the winter weather being extra harsh this year. Coffee Gelato was Queen Consort and while he did not have to make these visits it was better if he did. His reputation was rocky, especially after Affogato’s ‘little’ coup attempt. Most people did not trust him afterwards, his closeness to the Ex-retainer had left people worried he was also plotting against their king, but Cacao had been kind to him. Only sticking him with a year of low level work in the kingdom before he had slowly begun giving him back his rank of Queen consort. A process that had taken almost five years. 

He still was not allowed to watch over certain proceedings as most of the officials and council members did not like him being there, and if it was considered urgent or a delicate matter they were free to request he not be present. A compromise made to keep the peace between all parties. It had, so far, been working well. Dark Cacao did not seem as stressed, and Coffee Gelato was not being given as many nasty glares. So here he was, writing down the list of all stored food quantities for the Milk Tribe’s biggest village as the Tribe Elder and Dark Cacao inspected it together. Quietly and obediently standing in the freezing cold writing down the list of stored grains and jellies for the second time today. Dark Cacao had wanted to ensure everyone would be fed throughout the winter. He had started to let his mind wander halfway through, wondering what they’d be served for dinner and if their offered lodgings would be comfortable enough to-

“Coffee Gelato Cookie, is that everything on the list?” Dark Cacao’s deep timbre snapped him out of his thoughts, straightening his back and ears as he quickly skinned the paper over. 

“Yes, Your Highness. Everything is accounted for, nothing has changed since this morning’s inventory checks.” Dark Cacao grunted what was considered a positive noise before he and Frothed Milk Cookie came closer, Cacao pulling Gelato closer with a hand around the waist while Frothed Milk took the list and tucked it under his arm.

“I deeply appreciate your assistance, Your Majesties. I will have this filed away and finish a few things in my office. I do hope you will have a restful night in our humble village.” He bowed with a polite smile, mostly focusing his eyes on Dark Cacao. Both royals half bowed back, bidding the village chief goodnight before heading outside. They had decided that with the distance between the Milk Village and the Citadel it was better for them to spend the night. The sun had long since gone down, the sky too cloudy to spot the stars above. The temperatures dropping even lower without the watchful eye of the sun. Gelato shivered, pressing his body closer to Cacao’s side and clutching his own cloak tighter to himself. 

“You could have stayed in the room you know. It was not required for you to join us.” Dark Cacao adjusted his hold, moving his hands from the small of Gelato’s back to his shoulder. Using his heavy, fur lined cloak to shield his wife from the vicious winds.

Coffee Gelato scoffed, leaning his head up as if he could look down at the notion, “If your consort cannot even stand around in a storage shed for barely an hour then it would be seen as an insult to the crown.” He curled his tail closer to himself, tucked under multiple layers to try and keep the cold out from slipping in from under his robes. Cacao shook his head with a huff through his nose, the closest thing to a laugh he would allow in public sight. Gently ushering Gelato up the porch steps and through the door first before he followed. They had not been in their offered room since the early afternoon, any lamps or light sources had not been lit including the fireplace. Gelato huffed, only stripping off his outermost layer and boots before shuffling to the bed. Slipping under the blankets to stay away from the cold into the room. 

“Gelato, it’s not that cold. We still have dinner to eat.” Cacao smiled lightly, watching the tip of Gelato’s tail sway as it peeked out from the blankets and furs. Hanging his heavy fur cloak beside Gelato’s and heading to the fireplace to start it up. There was a closed pot waiting above the chopped wood, lifting the lid revealed a thick but cold meaty stew waiting to be warmed up. A covered basket of bread sat on the table beside a matchbox. 

Beneath the quilts and furs Gelato heard the striking of the match, ears twitching as he listened to the shuffle of sock covered feet padding closer. The bed became uneven as Cacao slid beneath the blankets with him. Gelato immediately moved, practically slapping himself out on top of Cacao’s bigger body. He was like a walking furnace, firm and hot compared to the temperatures outside. He tensed a bit, rough hands reaching down to grip at Gelato’s thighs.

“Your hands are cold, you should’ve gone inside sooner.” Cacao scolded with no real warning or heat, showing his worry in his own rough and steady way.

“It’s fine, you’ll warm me up just fine.” Gelato hummed, adjusting his body to slot one of Cacao’s thighs between his own legs and grinding down just a little. Those rough, calloused hands gripping just a bit harder. A rumble sounded through Dark Cacao’s chest, tickling the fine furs of Gelato’s ears as he moved his hips. Small, minuscule movements yet still effective. A new heat slowly rose in Gelato’s gut as those hands moved to his waist. Fumbling a bit as Cacao tried to blindly undo the ties holding Gelato’s robes together. Sitting up so the blankets and outer robes pooled around his waist, pale slitted eyes looking with hard violet ones as Cacao slipped his hand past Gelato’s under clothes. Eyebrows rising a bit as his fingers found no undergarments.

“I did not see the point of putting them back on after this morning’s ‘meetings.’ Clearly, I was right.” Gelato smirked, all too pleased with himself as he leaned down to bring his lips to his husband’s. Arms wrapping around Cacao’s neck as they kissed, fingers threading through the dark hair. Tail swaying lazily behind him as Cacao’s hands guided his hips, slowly pushing and pulling to grind along Cacao’s thigh. Whatever cold they had felt before was pushed out between their bodies and panting breaths. 

Cacao adjusted his grip, the only warning Gelato received before they were flipped over. Gelato laid out on his back and caged in by Cacao’s hulking frame. Wrapping a leg around Cacao’s waist to pull his hips closer and provide some pleasant friction against that familiar hardness. Cacao groaned, leaning down to kiss at Gelato’s neck and moving his own hips to seek out that feeling. Strong teeth nipped their way down from Gelato’s shoulder, to his collarbone and before those lips could wrap around Gelato’s nipple a knock at the door interrupted them. 

The couple froze up, looking at one another before towards the door to see if the knock had been a mistake. Just something being knocked over by the winter winds.

“Your Highness? Elder Cream Foam has requested to talk to you alone. He says it is urgent.” The messenger, what sounded like a young man, called out to them when he received no response. 

Cacao sighed, sagging for just a moment before he called back. “I will be out in a minute, head back and inform them.” They received a confirmation before Gelato threw a pillow towards the doorway. Glaring like the empty air had been the culprit as Cacao slid out of the blankets and went to find his boots.

“Can you not just tell them to deal with it alone? It’s the middle of the night anyways, shouldn’t those old bats be asleep now anyways?” Gelato grumbled, rolling onto his front and crawling over towards the bottom edge of the bed closer to Cacao. The fire had done its job, warming both the room and their dinner, Cacao gave it a stir before coming closer to the bed. 

“If it is urgent it should be important, it is my duty to see that they are all safe and feel secure.” Dark Cacao gently cupped the side of Gelato’s face, rubbing his thumb over the fox’s cheek as Gelato leaned into the touch.

“They should’ve brought it up before…” He huffed, sitting back on his legs as Cacao pulled away to get dressed for the snow. Pale eyes watching as Cacao pulled his boots on and then gloves. Gelato climbed out of the bed to help Cacao get that heavy cloak on and clipped together. 

“I will be back as soon as I can, and if you still feel like it,” gloved hands grabbed Gelato’s and lifted them up, a warm kiss pressed to the back of his hand, “you can *prepare* for my return.” Violet eyes glazed down at Gelato with a darkened intensity that made the fox’s spine tingle. He swallowed with a nod, smoothing the front of Cacao’s cloak before he stepped back  and let his husband go tend to whatever mundane task the elders wanted now.

Coffee Gelato stood by the window and watched Cacao disappear from view before going to the fire. Serving himself up a bowl to, rather hurriedly, eat. Moving the pot away to not let the bottom burn before Cacao could get his fill. Stripping off the last layer of his clothes before he laid back on the bed, laying mostly flat with a sigh. Cacao had said to prepare, and it wasn’t as if he would need to worry about being bothered. Deeper, less interesting worries being pushed aside as he focused on the remembered feeling of Cacao’s hands. Eyes sliding closed as he focused on his little fantasy, mimicking the movements of his husband’s hands. When they would spend nights tangled up in a sensual frenzy of explorative touches. One hand reaching up to cup one breast while the other traveled lower, fingers sliding against slick folds. It was almost embarrassing how easily he could be made into a dripping mess. Two fingers finding that tingling bundle of nerves with an almost reverent delicacy. It wasn’t as if he had never touched himself but he hadn’t needed to do things alone in a rather long time. Between the work he had done as Affogato’s assistant to everything that came after he had either never felt like he had the time or Cacao would gladly take up the job of pleasing him. 

This was a rather pathetic attempt to replicate what Cacao would’ve done, rubbing slow yet tight circles around his clit while massaging his chest, fingers gently pinching and pulling his nipple to add to the sensation. Toes curled in his socks as he slowly moved his fingers lower and lower. Rubbing over the quivering hole before dipping just the tip of his pointer finger inside. Nibbling his bottom lip as he slid two fingers inside, slowly and carefully moving to adjust himself before curling and uncurling them inside. Back arching higher and higher as he searched and located that extra sensitive spot inside. Legs squirming as he imagined the sounds of his husband’s voice, the heat of his breath against Gelato’s ear as he spoke to him in that deep rumbling voice. “You are already so riled from just a bit of touching? How will you survive what comes next?” Fingers moved faster, that hand at his chest moving to throw the arm over his eyes. A third finger joined the fray, thighs tensing as he pumped them in quick hard curls. The crackle and pop of the fire muted behind the embarrassingly arousing sounds of his own wetness and breath whines. 

The feeling in his gut grew tight, coiling like a snake with intent to strike. He could feel it, the very edge of his orgasm, only a few steps away from falling off. Until an all too familiar and unexpected chill hit his slick coated inner thigh. Yanking his fingers out fast enough to feel a small sting as he flipped over. Tail fur fluffed up as he locked eyes with his husband in the doorway. Gelato opened his mouth to speak, to make some sly and cunning remark but Cacao beat him to it. “Do not stop on account of me, please,” he hung his cloak again and turned with a look much too smug for Gelato’s liking, “keep going.” He came close, lifting Gelato’s chin up as he leaned down for a rather chaste kiss before he went to the table. Settling down with a bowl of stew and a torn off hunk of bread. Looking back at Gelato with an expectant look.

“What? Not going to join me?” Gelato purred, getting his composure back as he flipped onto his front. Hips raised in the air as his tail swayed, hiding his pussy away from sight with little more than a tease. 

“I wanted to eat first, and you seemed to have things under control. Show me how you prepared.” He spoke with such casual authority in his voice it left Gelato speechless. Nodding slowly as he moved his tail out of the way and reached back and between his thighs. Widening his stance to allow better access and a better view. Slowly slip his middle and index finger inside again while the pointer returned to his clit. The pump and curling motion provided the perfect friction to work him back up to where he had fallen from. 

Gelato could feel both Cacao’s eyes watching him and the dribble of his own slick running down his skin. It felt oddly more arousing to know he was being watched, being judged for his performance. Was he going too slow, too fast? Was this good for Cacao as well? He bit into the pillows, muffling his whimper as he sped up and abandoned his clit in favor of better stretching his hole. Free hand gripping at the sheets as he approached that edge again. 

“Hold out a bit longer.” Gelato slowed his fingers, moving to an agonizing crawl as Dark Cacao’s order sounded out behind him. He whined, immediately hating the sound but hating the command more. 

A chair scooted against the wood floor, heavy steps coming closer until gloved hands gripped Gelato from behind. He twitched, slowly retracting his fingers as thumbs spread his asscheeks apart. “I did not say stop.” Another command, keep going. Gelato shivered but did as told, continuing to pump his fingers in and out under the watchful gaze of his husband. The side of his face pressed against the sheets as he sagged into the bed. Cacao stood behind him, doing nothing more than massaging the meat of Gelato’s ass with his thumbs as he watched his wife work his fingers. 

“You do not need to hide your sounds, no one is close enough to hear you.” Cacao pulled his hands away, the shuffling of fabric making Gelato’s ears twitch. The hands returned, now bare and gently pushing Gelato’s own hands away. Grabbing Gelato by the hips and pulling him back to better line himself up. That pulsing length sliding between wet folds, slicking Cacao up with stuttering gasps and short breaths. 

“Cacao…enough of this already! Do something!” Gelato fussed, attempting to push his hips back further with no luck. Dark Cacao’s grip was firm and sturdy, not allowing any unapproved movement. 

“Patience, I am not going anywhere.” Dark Cacao mussed, running his hands up and down Gelato’s sides as Cacao continued grinding against his wife. All too pleased to keep dragging this out. Pressing the fat head against Gelato’s wet entrance, slow and steady. Cacao knew better than to rush, groaning low in his throat as that velvety warm heat wrapped around him. 

Gelato’s back arched lower and lower, each inch fed into him drawing out a long mewl. Leaving Gelato panting against the sheets as his husband pushed into the hilt. Vaguely, he felt Cacao gripping tightly at his hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles to help ground them both. Then the slow drag of Cacao pulling back before pushing back in. It felt like Cacao had pushed all of Gelato’s other innards to the side, the thick head kissing at his cervix with each thrust forward. Gelato’s body rocked with the movements, pushing his hips back to meet Cacao’s thrusts. One calloused hand traveled up towards Gelato’s chest while the other wrapped around his waist to touch and roll Gelato’s clit. He gasped, body jolting violently as he Cacao attacked his sweet spots. Cacao leaned down, adjusting to kneel on the bed with one leg and press Gelato’s back to his chest. He was careful not to crush Gelato beneath his significantly larger frame, kissing and nipping at the exposed shoulders below him. 

Cacao sped up, quite breath grunt leaving him as he started to put strength behind his thrusts. He could feel out close Gelato was to coming. Inner walls tightening and fluttering deliciously around him, the slap of sweat slicked skin against skin, the mess between them dripping below to stain the sheets. 

“Just..*hah-hold out a little longer for me.” Cacao kissed the nape of Gelato’s neck to soften the command, almost feeling guilty as Gelato let out a pitiful whine. Almost.

Gelato struggled, gripping the sheets until his knuckles turned white. He didn’t want to hold out, he didn’t want to wait for permission to cum but gods above did it stir the primal parts of his brain. Overstimulation was bordering on painful, walking a fine line as Dark Cacao carved his way through to knock against his cervix. Tears welled up and rolled down his cheeks, streaking his cheeks and staining the pillows with ruined mascara. Cacao’s pace stuttered slightly, the man placing one last kiss to the back of Gelato’s neck before he stood straight. One hand gripping and handful of hair and the other securing itself on Gelato’s waist before Cacao pulled back slow, almost to the tip, before thrusting in hard and fast. Knocking a half stifled shriek from him before Cacao set a punishing pace. It was a miracle they had been given the private little cabin, Gelato would be mortified if he had to share an inn room and have the accompanying soldiers hear the headboard banging against the wall. 

Cacao himself was close, the inviting heat of his wife’s core drove him wild. Gritting his teeth as sweat rolled down his temples, “Such a good pet for me…go ahead. Cum for me.” Cacao rasped, angling his hips to put every bit of force against that spot that drove Gelato up the walls. Holding tight as Gelato tensed and seized, tipping over the edge with a shout that vaguely sounded like Dark Cacao’s name.

Cacao didn’t stop or slow, pressing his hand to Gelato’s back to pin him flat. A dazed, weary whine escaping the fox as Cacao chased his own high.

“I know..you’re d-doing so good for me. Just a little more.” Cacao panted, hair sliding from over his shoulders to drape around them like a curtain. Pounding into Gelato until his cock twitched hard and he bent down. Biting down hard enough to definitely leave a mark in the morning as he pinned Gelato with his own body. Gelato squealed, loud and sharp as the feeling of those teeth trying to sink into his dough and hot, thick cum flooded into him. Inner walls twitching and spasming with each small halfhearted thrust into him. 

Cacao rolled to his side, pulling Gelato with him to lay in a more comfortable position as they rode the high and caught their breath. Occasionally grinding his hips up into Gelato with slow and lazy movements. He grimaced as Cacao, now soft and satisfied, pulled out of him. Leaving behind a wet and messy trail that attracted the lurking cooler air. Before he could voice his displeasure he was lifted up and off the bed, Cacao carrying him to the small bathroom to clean the both of them up. 

“Was my performance pleasing to you?” Gelato purred, working to loosely braid Cacao’s hair while Cacao washed away their romp in the sheets with a rag. 

“It was wonderful, I should have you do it more often.” Cacao mused, pressing a kiss to Gelato’s inner thigh and earning a small chuckle before he stood to wash himself off. Watching as Gelato braided his own long hair before leaving to the main room. Tossing the rag aside and following after him when he finished. 

The top blanket had been pulled off and half holded over the back of a chair, a thinner quilt wrapped around Gelato as he stoked the fire before getting into the bed for the last time. Graciously allowing his husband to climb in with him. Strong arms reaching out to pull Gelato close, pressed chest to chest. 

“Maybe I will listen or maybe I won’t. We’ll see.” Gelato teased, tucking his head under Cacao’s chin, with a satisfied hum. 

“Maybe in the morning then.” Cacao chuckled, yawning as he allowed his body to relax for the night. They’d talk about it more during breakfast.