#Cacao Shells

[sagenatural]

2023 tea via my "see results" Tumblr votes.

[morethansalad]

Vanilla Nice Cream with Peanut Butter and Chocolate Shell (Vegan)

[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

[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. ♡

[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.

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

It happened after the After Dark event somehow Gingerbrave was sent off alone then found you and you came along with him. They didn’t expect a very tall stranger to come over to the Vanilla Kingdom.If they didn’t know who you are, they have to get to know you.

Requested by @multimicpals

Pure Vanilla Cookie.

-He would be welcoming you to his Vanilla Kingdom and hugging you when you arrived with Gingerbrave.

-He would let you go to his garden full of lilies when no one is around

-Pure Vanilla Cookie would like the lantern staff your holding that he said that his staff is his eye and a ability to heal the injured while you explain that your staff have magic stored with light and darkness.

-He saw your crumble scar from your peek a boo hair covered your scar he was very upset about it that he tried to heal it but it didn’t work at all that you said that you didn’t mind about it.He would be devastated about you.

HOLLYBERRY Cookie

-She would laugh as she would throw a banquet for you whenever you try to escape social cue she won’t let go of you until you will come out of your shell!!

-If you are a light drinker you might ignore it or get drunk and sleepy

-She would be impressed about your build and height even though you might be creepy looking cookie staring into other soul but she would compliment how you trained so hard

-Hollyberry Cookie somehow force you to drink it as you drink a few you feel drunk and sleepy as you letting your head fell to the table to sleep

-Well this isn’t the great way how to greet cookies….

-She sent you to your bedroom carrying you that you were surprisingly a weight of one regular size pebbles as she go to bed she heard a sound as she turned around she saw white pupils as she screamed she turned on the light and it was you who have been sleep walked in her bedroom yet she made you unconscious as she sent you to bed again regretted that she punched you.

Dark Cacao Cookie

-When he looked at you he noticed the eye bags and a dark hands you have…he ask the question but your hesitation was concerning him about you.

-Dark Cacao Cookie would watched you sitting alone with no one space out as he would tap your back as he sat down as well.

-He would question you about your white pupils eyes as you explained that you can see in the dark,he was very impressed about your ability and magic.

-He would introduce you to his comrades someday but he would be worried if you get to cold but you exclaim that you’re cold blooded so he would be confused that you’re a zombie or something.

-He will force you to go to sleep since you were always walking down the hallways like a grim reaper since he didn’t like you ruining the sleep schedule

Golden Cheese Cookie

-She would introduce you to the internet and teach you how to insult haters

-She would notice that your half crumbled or dead yet she would think about in her mind is Fettuccine cookie that she’s a mummy

-She would ask how you get the lantern as you explain everything to her

-Golden Cheese Cookie will carry you as she fly in the sky that you were impressed about her wings to fly

-Golden Cheese Cookie would telling you about her kingdom and her life and advancement even though you would be impressed.

If…..White Lily Cookie didn’t turn into or isn’t Dark Enchantress Cookie

-She would greet you the same as Pure Vanilla Cookie

-She will show you how cookies are made or telling theory and facts.

-Would be impressed how you turn a regular fire into white colour bright as the flash light as you explained while she listened

-You two practice in magic a lot as you learn the new ones instead of the same spell you use

[sagenatural]

[greyias]

@captainderyn replied to your post “Living up to my new “title” (courtesy of...”:

Does it taste chocolate-y 👀 got a bourbon infused choclatey tea that was a little disappointing so I’m on the hunt

​It does! It's nice and chocolate forward, with more of the citrus and tea flavor on the back end. This particular blend is a small batch, so if you're interested its best to snatch up some while it's available. I've found that a lot of teas made with cacao nibs (and/or cacao shells) have a nice, hearty chocolatey flavor to them.

If you like chocolatey teas, I can also highly recommend @grumpyhedgehog's Theron tea blend over on Adagio, which is a smooth blend of chocolate/caramel/mocha/tea flavors. And if you're feeling really squirrely, you could always just order some cacao shells straight from a chocolatier, for some ultimate chocolate flavor.

Living up to my new “title” (courtesy of @thegingerjedi) with this new tasting

[eviesrandomstuff]

UPDATE DROP ABOUT CACAO'S AWAKENING SYSTEM YALL!!!

SO BASICALLY, YOU NEED TO COLLECT HIS AWAKENING SOULSTONES AND TURN HIM INTO HIS AWAKENED FORM! BUT DON'T WORRY, THE SOULSTONES CAN BE CLAIMED THROUGH LOG-IN REWARDS, HIS BANNER AND RAINBOW SHELL GALLERY!!!

[sugarcreambiteskingdom]

My Cookie Run Ships

"x" = Romantic

"+" = Platonic

Singles:

Ninja Cookie x/+ ???

Muscle Cookie x/+ ???

Alchemist Cookie x/+ ???

Star Coral Cookie x/+ ???

Peach Blossom Cookie x/+ ???

Cloud Haetae x/+ ???

Matcha Cookie x/+ ???

Rebel Cookie x/+ ???

Linzer Cookie x/+ ???

Pastry Cookie x/+ ???

Purple Yam Cookie x/+ ???

Crimson Coral Cookie x/+ ???

Wind Archer Cookie x/+ ???

Stormbringer Cookie x/+ ???

Frost Queen Cookie x/+ ???

Sea Fairy Cookie x/+ ???

Partners(Platonic):

Icicle Yeti Cookie + Snow Sugar Cookie

Gumball Cookie + Cherry Cookie

Olive Cookie + Eclair Cookie

Carol Cookie + Pinecone Cookie

Macaron Cookie + Schwarzwälder

Mala Sauce Cookie + Pumpkin Pie Cookie

Partners(Romantic):

Gingerbrave x Wizard Cookie

Gingerbright x Strawberry Cookie

Angel Cookie x Devil Cookie

Beet Cookie x Carrot Cookie

Custard Cookie ||| x Strawberry Crepe Cookie

Clover Cookie x Licorice Cookie

Avocado Cookie x Wildberry Cookie

Pancake Cookie x Onion Cookie

Blackberry Cookie x Adventurer Cookie

Knight Cookie x Princess Cookie

Nutmeg Tiger Cookie x Cilantro Cobra Cookie

Street Urchin Cookie x Caramel Choux Cookie

Mercurial Knight Cookie x Moonlight Cookie

Creme Brulee Cookie x Herb Cookie

Silverbell Cookie x Sherbet Cookie

Mozzarella Cookie x Golden Cheese Cookie

Burnt Cheese Cookie x Black Raisin Cookie

Vampire Cookie x Frilled Jellyfish Cookie

Peppermint Cookie x Sorbet Shark Cookie

Black Lemonade Cookie x Shining Glitter Cookie

Tarte Tatin Cookie x Oyster Cookie

Kouign-Amann Cookie x Madeleine Cookie

Prune Juice Cookie x Blueberry Pie Cookie

Captain Caviar Cookie x Black/White Pearl Cookie

Cream Unicorn Cookie x Affogato Cookie

Financier Cookie x Clotted Cream Cookie

Crunchy Chip Cookie x Tiger Lily Cookie

Cocoa Cookie x Mint Choco Cookie

Twizzly Gummy Cookie x Pomegranate Cookie

Lilac Cookie x Scorpion Cookie

Espresso Cookie x Fig Cookie

Kumiho Cookie x Werewolf Cookie

Latte Cookie x Caramel Arrow Cookie

Rye Cookie x Chili Pepper Cookie

Milk Cookie x Dark Choco Cookie

Ananas Dragon Cookie x Mango Slice Cookie(I just named an NPC not really my oc to be honest)

Lotus Dragon Cookie x Hydrangea Cookie

Lychee Dragon Cookie x Roll Cake Cookie

Fire Cookie x Mocha Ray Cookie

Pure Vanilla Cookie x White Lily Cookie

Hollyberry Cookie x Dark Cacao Cookie

Mystic Flour Cookie x Eternal Sugar Cookie

Cloud Deity Cookie x Spinach Cookie

Tea Knight Cookie x Innkeeper Cookie(Need a name for her 😭)

Cream Soda Cookie x Cherry Cola Cookie

Agent Jjamgjamg Cookie x Agent Olive Cookie

Starch Noodle Cookie x Flat Tofu Cookie

Canon x/+ OC's

Butter Roll Cookie x Flower Petal Cookie

Rockstar Cookie x Milkshake Cookie

Royal Margarine Cookie x Red Velvet Cookie x Rainbow Gingerbread Cookie

Almond Cookie x Cashew Nut Cookie

Elder Faerie Cookie x Sour Cream Cookie

Stardust Cookie x Aurora Cookie

Capsaicin Cookie x Taho Cookie

Pitaya Dragon Cookie x Cherry Apple Cookie

Longan Dragon Cookie x Apple Cherry Cookie

Burning Spice Cookie x Vanilla Cookie

Shadow Milk Cookie x Strawberry Jam Cookie

Silent Salt Cookie x Peanut Butter Cookie

Abalone Cookie x Nora Shell Cookie

Host Cookie x Sunflower Cookie

Lord Oyster Cookie x Black Rift Cookie

Macaroni Cookie x Spaghetti Sauce Cookie

Cheddar Cheese Cookie x Carbonara Sauce Cookie

Saffron Buffalo Cookie x Mammillaria Cactus Cookie

Yogurt Cream Cookie x Whip Cream Cookie

Walnut Cookie x Caramel Bun Cookie

String Gummy Cookie x Mocha Cream Cookie

Langue De Chat Cookie x Tyro Rookie Cookie/Rook

Cappuccino Cookie x Cheesestick Cookie

Abyss Monarch Cookie x Bubblegum Bubble Cookie

Marble Danish Cookie x Cotton Flower Cookie

[xaytheloser]

hi this is my pride and joy choco praline cookie :3

she used to work alongside affogato as dark cacaos advisor, but after the events of ep. 13 & 14, shes the only one now. affogato used a few aces up his sleeve to get her out of his sight but she managed the help save the day. shes got issues too (like her guilt for not being able to save her teacher, cocoa bean, on time from a prowler attack which has made her feel like she needs to do her 101% or else shell spiral into a horrible case of fear of failure) </3

BUT shes incredibly kind, tender and loving, and not afraid to speak her mind, even to dark cacao. even if they got their disagreements, he holds so much respect for her. shes a true beacon of hope for the kingdom!!!!! theres a lot of complex characterization i wrote up for her but i dont want to end up writing 6 paragraphs 😭

OMG IT'S HER!! SHE'S SO SLAY HONESTLY

Sour Butter Cookie! (they/them) Sour Butter is the child of Benign Butter Cookie (whomst I will infodump on later :3), born in Beast Yeast, but due to outside circumstances, made it to Crispia. they were looked after by a kind elderly couple when they were a baby, but late one night, they were taken.

they were taken to the St. Pastry Order, as one of the many indoctrinated children in the order. They were Pastry Cookie's senior and a very respected missionary within the order. however, they began to question things, and they later realized the Order's true intentions for cookiekind. disgusted, they one night planned to leave the Order, but not before encountering Pastry Cookie, who begged them to stay. alas, they left. years later, Sour Butter is an adult, and the founder of the St. Butter Abbey, a hospital / church dedicated to helping cookies in need, and help any who had fallen victim to the Orders false teachings. -I also multi ship them, Dark Choco is one of the main cookies I ship them with teehee :3

[shitpunsforshitnuns]

OBSESSED with the fact that the infamous “gross American food” poll is fully just poor people food that people still make/buy either because it was passed through their family or because they’re still poor. Allow me to elaborate. Here’s the poll if you’ve managed to avoid the discourse:

American Chocolate tastes different because of two factors: the majority of our cacao comes from South America unlike Europe which generally imports from Africa (moving product farther costs more money). Also, American chocolate is only required to have 10% cacao as opposed to Europe’s 20% (using less cacao and supplementing with readily available sweeteners like corn syrup costs less money). In fact, the very first American Chocolate company (Baker Chocolate Company) was so aware of how much less wealthy the early US was than Europe’s established market for chocolate, that their bars came with a money back guarantee for anyone who was disappointed with the sweets. The current financial situation in the US is well known to the rest of the world- of course we still make and eat cheap chocolate, the bones of our country are exploitation. Also, the dairy content is lower in American chocolates which makes them more shelf stable. Shelf stable foods are important for communities living paycheck to paycheck who have money for a chocolate bar right now but won’t for their kid’s birthday in a week.

Bologna feels self explanatory to me. It’s made of literal scraps from the meat production industry that are then turned into a “sausage” and cured to give the product more longevity. I like fried bologna because it was cheaper for my dad’s parents when he was a kid. My dad likes bologna for the same reason.

Watergate Salad is made of shelf stable ingredients. Many desserts require eggs or dairy that can be expensive and expire quickly. Those desserts then get stale if they aren’t eaten immediately. Canned fruits, pistachio pudding mix, and cool whip (which is hydrogenated oil and very little dairy) will all keep for a while. You can buy them in bulk and put them in your cabinets or freezer until you want to use them and then the salad itself will keep in the fridge. See again the importance of shelf stable foods to impoverished communities.

Twinkies are cheap and go stale slowly. See again the importance of shelf stable foods in impoverished communities.

Grits, Boiled Peanuts, and Biscuits and Gravy are all southern comfort food staples. I was born and raised in north Georgia, it’s very important to me to note that almost all southern food was co-opted from freed slaves by poor rural white folk in the south. Plain grits can be deeply unappetizing but they are cheap and self stable. You can add butter and salt or even seasoned meat and veggies. Grits are rarely a whole meal all to themselves and when they are you add some cheese or salt at the very least. George Washington Carver (a black man many people outside of Georgia should acquaint themselves with at least a little better) turned peanuts into a massive cash crop in Georgia because they are nitrogen fixing! They replace the nitrogen other cash crops (like cotton and tobacco) take out of the soil. In order for your fields to stay viable, you have to plant something like this every once in a while, so most farmers had peanuts themselves or had a neighbor growing peanuts. Boiling them is a quick, easy way to get salt on the nuts themselves. The water soaks through the shells and seasons and softens the nuts. Water is free and peanuts will keep until the fats start to go south, no wonder they picked up popularity among rural folk and travelers alike. Biscuits and gravy are another scrap food. A good sausage gravy is made of leftover sausage and southern biscuits are a savory, buttery carb that is filling and gives you energy you need somewhere like a farm. The negative stereotypes of the south are pervasive and often rooted in racism. Find someone whose grandma has been making these foods her whole life before you form an opinion.

Meatloaf is seasoned more often than not. Like. Sorry you ate meatloaf that wasn’t salted. Anyway, meatloaf is another scrap food! Meat scraps are ground up and then formed into a loaf. Most people put tomato sauce or ketchup on it. Canned tomato products are, you guessed it, shelf stable, and can also be canned at home fairly safely.

The United States at large is not ignorant of the world around it. We are aware that other foods exist. Either we are choosing to eat these or our financial situations are backing us into corners. This is all without even touching upon the prevalence of food deserts in low-income, minority communities in the US. If you’re aware of all this and you really just want to critique the wealth disparity in the US, punch up. Go after the guys with money, not the food that the rest of us find joy in making out of the scraps. Also, making fun of the British is always punching up. Maybe if you had caused fewer wealth disparities that directly impacted the food eaten in other countries, we would be nicer about yours.