#cookie run drabble

[lohotine]

``Won't you kiss me again?``

Multiple x reader

Affogato, Pure Vanilla, Shadow Milk

Your first kiss with them (Ver. 1)

⚠ Proofread (but badly)

`《♡》` Affogato ------

Your first kiss with him is nearly suffocating, and his once calculating and sly nature has all but vanished.

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Affogato is always so deceptive; in a way that makes it hard to figure out his true emotions.

Yet now, when he fails to meet your gaze and a deep blush engulfs his face, you know exactly how he feels.

It's unlike him to let his mask fall, though not unwelcomed. He is finally acting vulnerable infront of someone, though he isn't sure if it's willingly or not.

Earlier, you two were talking as per usual. He'd make some sugary remarks here and there. It was all very ordinary.

"Oh my, are those new garments of yours made from satin? What a fine choice~!" He smiled; deceptively sweet. "I do think the color suits you quite nicely."

Your gaze softened, and you'd inch closer to him.

"When you say things like that, it makes me want to fall in love with you. "

His eyes widened slightly, and his snide front seemed to falter. "I beg your pardon-?"

And that lead to your current predicament; with him blushing profoundly and struggling to meet your gaze.

"Ahaha, surely you jest my liege! You really shouldn't make jokes like that- it's not-"

"Affogato." You'd cup the side of his face and brought his gaze to you, snapping him out of his panicked rambling.

He seemed so nervous. It was... new to say the least.

You smiled softly at him. "Can I kiss you..?"

His breath hitched in that moment. "Well... yes."

You brought his lips to yours before pulling away soon after.

He averted his gaze from you. "How embarrassing. I should have been the one to make the first move..."

Was he sulking?

How cute...

`《♡》` Pure Vanilla

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Your first kiss with him is romantic and enough to make anyone swoon, since he is ever the gentleman...

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Pure Vanilla had invited you out to the garden, as he does routinely every weekend. Most of the time, you two merely catch up; and this time seemed no different.

But it was different.

In fact, even Pure Vanilla himself had been acting strangely this week.

Gifting items more often, finding excuses to talk with you, and even seeming to gaze absent mindedly when he thought you weren't looking.

You wondered what it was all about.

"So, how has your week been?" Pure Vanilla asked while fondling with some flowers.

You were sat on a bench nearby. Gradually, you began reciting some things about your week. Once you had finished, Pure Vanilla sat down on the bench next to you.

"That all sounds very lovely.." he noted, though his mind was seemingly elsewhere.

You hadn't noticed it when it happened, but in an instant, he had placed a flower in your hair, fingers gently running along your jaw.

"You look so beautiful..." he said, though he was musing to himself more than you. "Have I told you that before?"

You shook your head. "I don't believe so.."

He smiled softly. "Then I should say it more often."

Your cheeks began to flare, and Pure Vanilla sweetly tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"May I have this kiss?" He questioned.

You nodded, and after what felt like ages, he had closed to gap.

His lips were soft against yours, and you had only just now realized just how much you fantasied about this moment.

About how it would feel to kiss someone.

About how it would feel to kiss him.

`《♡》` Shadow Milk

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Your first kiss with him is so quick that you almost don't realize that it even happens!

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"Wait... so you mean you've never had your first kiss?" Shadow Milk can hardly contain his laughter.

"Well yeah... what of it?" You cross your arms and shoot him a glare, as if to send some kind of warning.

Clearly he doesn't pick up on the signal.

"I shouldn't have expected any less! Why on Earth did I think you had it in you to pull?" He wipes away a fake tear.

"You're saying that as if you've ever kissed someone!"

He laughs once again.

"Of course I have. I've kissed so many people. My charm is just too irresistible!"

You furrow your brows. "Liar..."

He gasps and places a hand over his heart, acting as if he were offended. "Me? A liar? No way! Have I ever lied to you?"

...

You attempt to hold in your disappointment.

Key word: attempt.

"Oh. My. Goodness. You're honestly so obnoxious. How do people even deal with you? It's just-" you behind rambling on about how much you hate him and how if you could, you'd rid him of his ability to speak.

Shadow Milk seems to entertain it for the first minute or so before getting bored and shushing you.

"Gosh you talk a lot. Can you shut up for one second?"

You scoff. "Make me."

He smiles, seemingly accepting the challenge.

In an instant, your chin is between his fingers as he puls you in for a kiss.

It's over as soon as it began.

Your face flushes instantly and you're at a loss for words.

If it weren't for Shadow Milk's laughter, you would have thought it never happened.

"You should have seen the look on your face!"

He laughs for a little while longer before calming down.

"Well I'll let you process this, doll. See you later!" He dashes put of the door before you can stop him.

You can't look him in the eye for the next week or so.

[lilacthebooklover]

Shadowvanilla with prompt 35

35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“You heard me!” Shadow Milk smiles sharply. His voice is playful as ever, but the glint in his eyes is deadly serious. Pure Vanilla listens closely as the mirth in his tone evaporates, that unearthly stare boring into him more intensely than ever before. “Take. It. Off.”

Subconsciously, the healer feels his hand drift towards his Soul Jam. It thrums with power beneath his fingers, simultaneous reassurance and warning pulsating through the azure jewel. It clings to his robes like it knows what will happen if it is removed, and Pure Vanilla finds himself shaking his head before he even realises what he’s doing.

“No,” he says, voice definite. Shadow Milk is capable of putting him through torture beyond comprehension, but Pure Vanilla will not falter. He can’t afford to, not when so much is at stake. He steels his gaze, tightens his grip, and offers a denial that can only be met with fury.

As expected, the world twists and warps around him, the warm, fuzzy edges of his dreamlike prison distorting into a tangle of blackened tendrils, creeping and twisting and grabbing. Pure Vanilla is safe when he’s awake. That doesn’t stop Shadow Milk from trying to convince him to surrender when unconscious. The Dark Side of the Moon is an otherworldly place; in a sense, Pure Vanilla wonders if he ever sleeps at all, anymore. He certainly doesn’t feel rested just then.

“No?” The jester echoes finally, head tilting eerily to the side. Pure Vanilla does his best not to shudder at the anger he feels emanating from Shadow Milk in waves. “Hmm. You know,” His voice dips into something between a purr and a growl, tracing his finger down Pure Vanilla’s jaw. The Beast is a master of deception, and Pure Vanilla knows as much. That doesn’t stop the urge he feels to lean into the first warm touch he’s felt in what feels like centuries. “This would be so much easier if you stopped resisting. So stubborn, Vanilly! I’d be impressed if it wasn’t so infuriating.” 

The grip on his jaw tightens, and Pure Vanilla desperately hopes that determination masks the fear in his eyes as they’re wrenched towards Shadow Milk’s own. He’s too close, Pure Vanilla thinks distantly, sickening anxiety slithering under his skin. The scorching, gentle touch he provides is something the healer both despises and craves, and he hates himself for the latter.

“No matter,” Shadow Milk softens again, stroking against Pure Vanilla’s cheek. He should fight back. He doesn’t. “You’ll come around eventually.” The steady tick of a clock begins to echo in Pure Vanilla’s ears, unnatural and loud and far too damning.

“It’s only a matter of time.”

[qi-rongssimp]

Ya’ll father-son bonding time

I thought that was adorable but then

PVC played along and it was actually maki h me smile :)

Asking his (not really) father for advice

And he actually gave good advice :)))

Custard was so confused too, but that’s it :)

[radiance1]

Mystic Flour Cookie and Child Reader drabble

"Not even the very gods are immune to suffering." Mystic Flour Cookie whispered softly as she ran a hand through your hair. She knew not the reason, nor the power, that had brought you from your world into that of her own. But she couldn't find it within herself to be irritated or disquieted about that fact.

In fact, she could even say she was... pleased.

Whatever power had granted her one true desire... She was thankful to it. To drag the very god that pulled her from the void, imbuing her very dough with strength, bestowing upon her only but the best of toppings and a beascuit leaps and bounds ahead of others to lessen the time between each use of her power.

Even granting her own wishes.

Doing away with the flesh of your divine body in exchange for crispy, fresh dough. Infused with the divinity that you so truly deserved, despite having no level of enlightenment and then, to have you descend upon none other than her. For her to be the first and only one to be granted the privilege of laying eyes upon your new vessel.

Yes.

She was pleased.

"One day, you and I shall crumble, too." She murmured, staring at you through half-lidded eyes. She wiped away the tears at the edges of your eyes with the edge of her sleeve. "Yet that day, shall not be today."

Such a truly benevolent deity you were. This kingdom... Its Cookies... Their ideals of peace, friendship, love and joy. All of it, would be non-existent without you, without the very foundation you laid out for them... The effort and time you put into a world not even your own.

Even going as far as granting wishes.

Cookies... Such greedy creatures. They cannot, will not, comprehend the true depths your very presence entailed, what effort and suffering you had gone through to make this kingdom as truly grand as it was.

They will take you for granted, just as the Cookies of far ages past had done for her. Taking and taking, wanting and wanting, demanding more, and more from the deity that merely wanted the best for them.

In the end, the greed of those who you wished to keep happy would be your downfall....

But why would she let you go through such suffering, to reach the same conclusion she had reached herself....?

You were here. Safe with her. Only, with her.

And the Realm of Apathy shallow envelop you... Welcome you... Protect you....

Yes...

She smiled, eyes slipping closed as he continued to run a hand through your hair.

The greed of Cookies... The suffering and woes of life... Apathy shall shield you from all.

Until the day you, and she, returns to flour....

[astral-cookiery]

Woah! A new writer :0 Welcome and hello! :D

Can I request headcanons/short fic (pick whatever you want!) with Dark Cacao Cookie or Red Velvet? In which Reader decided to braid their absolutely lovely long hair.. thank you!

Hello and thank you for the welcome!

Loved this request~ It took me a little bit to think about!

I'm an overachiever and wanted to do both of them too

Hehehe...

Red Velvet x Reader

You were down in the Cake Factory with Red Velvet, helping him oversee the growth of the Cake Army. You were watching the oven, making sure the tray would be taken out on time. Red Velvet wasn't watching so vigilantly, instead mixing more batter.

He uttered curses to himself, huffing in irritation. looking over, you noticed his hair was disheveled, falling in front of his face and obscuring his vision while mixing. His hands were covered in cake batter, making it so he couldn't get it out of his face.

You shook your head slightly, turning your attention to the oven. It would be some time until the tray was ready to be removed from the oven.

You focused your eyes on the appliance, your back turned as he kept grumbling to himself. You snickered at his predicament, covering your mouth to muffle the sound. Yeah, you should probably stop standing there and do something. A few beats of silence passed, the only sound being that of the oven's flames.

"...I can braid your hair out of your face if you want." You offered offhandedly, not looking back at him. That might've pissed him off more, and you didn't exactly want his anger directed toward you.

Instead, you only received a sigh for an answer. "Make it quick." He muttered.

You walked over, standing behind him. Moving carefully, you pulled his hair out of his face, then started parting it, your hands moving as delicately as possible. Red Velvet Cookie set the oversized spoon he was using to mix the batter down, now just resting his arms against the counter.

Slowly, as if trying to be subtle, Red Velvet started leaning into your hands. Of course, you noticed right away, the extra weight making it harder to work, but it was kind of cute, so you didn't mention it. It was like his inner cake hound had come out, seeing how he was acting like one.

It was comfortably quiet now, as opposed to the pressing silence from before. Apparently, braiding his hair had the secondary, unintended effect of calming him down.

"Is this what you do when you're unattended?" Pomegranate Cookie said in an impassive tone. You jumped, and you both glared at her simultaneously. Since you were almost done braiding his hair, you quickly tied it so that the braid wouldn't fall apart, then stepped away. "It's not like we were doing anything weird. I was just braiding his hair so it stayed out of his way." You defended, turning to pull the tray out of the oven.

Pomegranate huffed, brushing your comment off. Before she could make any further comment, however, a wave of Cake Hound Puppies was unleashed onto the room, filling the air with yips and barking. Pomegranate got the hell out of there, leaving you and Red Velvet as you were mauled, and you both went down in a pool of hounds and giggles.

Apparently, cake hounds were an excellent Pomegranate repellent.

Dark Cacao x Reader

Dark Cacao Cookie has been stressed lately, all of the pressure on him causing him to push exhaustion. In other words, he has not slept in two days, and he is concerning those around him.

"Come on~ Please?" You asked again. Unfortunately for him, you were one of his most persistent servants in the kingdom.

He sighed, trudging through a deeper drift. He lacked any energy required to argue with you right now. It appeared that his tactic to get you off his back (Aka losing you in the snow) was not working as he had hoped.

Before you were able to badger him any more on the topic, he finally gave you an answer that wasn't silence. "For a short period of time, fine."

You cheered triumphantly, then continued panting as you jumped through the snow. How on earthbread were you keeping pace with him? Neither he or you could say. "If you walk through my tracks, it is less tiring to walk through the snow." He advised, setting his path back towards the castle.

You took the advice, and found it easier to keep up on the long trek back.

‗=‗=‗=‗=‗

Evening had come, taking the light of day with it by the time you had returned to the castle, your clothing coated in ice. If Dark Cacao was at all bothered by the cold, he didn't show it at all.

You had quickly retreated to your room for a change of clothes, then found him in the throne room, now without the heavy armor and cape. You followed him to his quarters, standing by as he took a seat on the edge of his bed.

Internally triumphing, you kneel behind him, and tackle the task of dividing his hair into parts, making sure to be gentle.

Dark Cacao hummed, closing his eyes. "I enjoy your presence, [Name]." He commented. You sort of froze for a second, entirely unsure of what to say. What do you say in that case?

"I'm aware you do, too. You're one of the most persistent cookies I've ever seen, I'm sure you'll be a great warrior one day." It was probably the lack of sleep making him like this, because any other day he wouldn't have said anything even close to that.

Soon after, he starts slouching, and you quirk an eyebrow slightly. "Your highness?.." You mumble softly. Did he really?..

You quickly realized that yes, he did indeed just doze off while sitting upright.

Sighing, you finish braiding his hair, making sure that the intricate braid wouldn't slip out in his sleep with a rubber band.

Huffing quietly, you help him properly lay in bed, then quickly sneak off, the door quietly shutting behind you as he was left to sleep.

(I'd like to imagine that you sat guard outside his door to keep visitors away until he woke up, then slipped away before he knew you were there, but that doesn't have to be so if you don't want it to be.)

Put him to bed like a child. Great success.

[pure-vanilla-lilies]

“WELL WELL WELL.. Isn’t it the fool king himself~” Shadow Milk Cookie said as lifted his chin

Elder Faerie Cookie looked away not facing the jester, with Shadow Milk Cookie making the faerie king look at him again.

“Aww what’s wrong fool king, embarrassed hm. I can see you that your flustered around me. Are you so cute when your flustered~” Shadow Milk Cookie said with a giggle.

The faerie king softly grumbled, hell he didn’t want to even show it. But he did have feelings for the jester for sure.

“Now.. Tell me fool king. Don’t lie, do you really care about me?”

Elder Faerie Cookie can sense the soft tone of his voice. But honestly, seeing the jester drop his sinister voice and showed his true self, soft spoken and quiet, he truly thinks that his true self is still trapped inside… He can see the jester dropping his staff and felt like tearing up, but to the faerie king he can’t see him cry. He maybe the cookie of deceit, but he does have feelings like other cookies…

“Why you still here fool king….” Shadow Milk Cookie said as he wiped his tears.

No response from Elder Faerie Cookie, but he grabbed Shadow Milk Cookies hand which made the jester confused. His heart racing as his Heterochromia eyes look at the faerie king, with the faerie king pulling the jester to his chest a faint blush was spread across his cheeks.

“You maybe a cookie of deceit.. But you still have feelings…” Elder Faerie Cookie softly said to him.

Shadow Milk Cookie didn’t know to respond, but covered his face in Elder Faerie Cookie chest. The floral and honey scent was actually make the jester calm and close his eyes. Some reason, his scent is always makes cookies sleep or calm, with the two sitting against the tree, the jester was calming sleeping which made the faerie king wrap his wings around him..

“I be here for you.. No matter what..”

[a-coelacanth-makes-stuff]

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Oh ok...Then may I request caregiver dark enchantress and little red velvet? Like her caring for him after he worked very hard and had resisted regressing due to working but dark enchantress is just...having none of that, both wanting her baby and wanting red velvet to take a break?

Sorry it took so long!!! Have a donut 🍩

Ive been a bit burnt out, but that has passed and now I can write!!

⚠️ TW: one mention of smoking at the start, very small!⚠️

“I'm going for a smoke.” The uneven Cookie said, nearly stomping out of the room. He heard someone follow him, but ignored them and kept walking. His head hurt, he was tired, he was hungry. When did he last sleep?

Probably a few days ago, the pups had his whole attention for weeks, especially the sickly one.

A part of him wanted to be taken care of like that but even that part knew he couldn't.

“Red Velvet, stop.” Dark Enchantress held his shoulder, a stern look softening into a worried one. “When did you sleep last..?”

“Last night.” He lied, turning away from his mother.

“Tell me the truth, Velvet.” She said, more stern now.

“...three days or so.”

“Three days!?” She walked in front of him, gently pulling his face to look at hers. “I'm getting you to bed.”

“What? I'm not a child, mom! I have stuff I need to do! I can't–” He protested, getting interrupted by her picking him up.

“You’re going to bed, no exceptions.”

“I have pups to feed! Let me go!” He whined, trying to get out of her arms, and failing.

“I know, I'll feed them myself once you're asleep.” Red Velvet kept struggling and trying to get away from his mom all the way to the nursery.

“Nooo…” Red Velvet whined. “I don't feel small mom!”

“I don't care, I need to take care of my baby and you need to actually take a break. Please.”

“But the hounds! They-”

“They'll be taken care of. Esterházy will be over there, then I will too, once you get to sleep. You need to rest. Please.” She cradled Red Velvet in her arms, holding him close. Red Velvet sighed, finally allowing himself to calm down a moment, shutting down any worries about the pups.

“Alright…” He yawned and rubbed his eyes.

“Time for bed, hmm?” She asked, Red Velvet giving a small nod. Dark Enchantress set him down, going to find his pajamas. She brought back a blue puppy onsie.

“Need help, dear?” Red Velvet shook his head, Dark Enchantress turning around so he could change.

“‘m done, mama…” Red Velvet interrupted himself with a yawn. Dark Enchantress turned back around and picked him up, walking to a large cradle to set him in.

“How small are you feeling, bud?” She was answered with three fingers. “Want your teether?” And a nod. She brought Red Velvet a bone shaped teether, which he slowly chewed on.

“Sleep well, bud. You deserve it after so much. We can play when you wake up, alright?” She watched his eyes flutter closed and his breathing to slow, his bigger hand gripping one of the sides of the cradle. Dark Enchantress got up, grabbing a plush from a box, and putting it in his hand instead. Now it was close to his chest.

“I love you so much, please don't do this again…” She placed a kiss on his forehead, and left the room, keeping the lights low, and closing the door softly, letting the little one sleep.

511 words!!

Again, sorry it took so long

[tickly-trashcan]

Prank {Wizard and Gingerbrave}

“Wizard! Wizard, I have to show you something–”

“Shh!” Strawberry hissed at Gingerbrave as he walked into the room. She gestured to Wizard, who was curled up on the couch and snoring softly. “He’s taking a nap right now. Don’t be too loud.”

Gingerbrave nodded and whispered what he had found out to Strawberry, who smiled in excitement. Gingerbrave then curled up on one of the chairs next to Strawberry, who resumed her game and got settled in. Gingerbrave, however, was rather impatient, and soon got bored just waiting for Wizard to wake up. An idea popped into his head and a smirk quickly grew on his face as he got up and wandered over to the desk.

“Gingerbrave? What are you doing?”

“Entertaining myself!”

Strawberry sighed, turning back to her game. “If you wake him up he’ll be mad.”

Gingerbrave walked back over armed with a pen and leaned down in front of Wizard, trying his best to stifle his giggles so he would not wake up. Strawberry glanced over and rolled her eyes as Gingerbrave drew a mustache and glasses on Wizard’s face.

Gingerbrave stepped back and admired his work, tucked the pen away, and sat back down on the chair, waiting for Wizard to wake up.

After a little while, Wizard woke up and stretched, yawning. Gingerbrave waved to him as he rubbed his eye. “Good morning, sleepyhead! How was your nap?”

“Very refreshing… I needed it.”

Gingerbrave giggled as some of the pen smudged from Wizard rubbing his face. He looked at Gingerbrave with mild confusion, but waved it off.

“You have a little something on your face, Wizard,” Strawberry said with a soft smile, making Gingerbrave giggle even more. Wizard raised an eyebrow, initially worried that he had drooled, but then he looked at his hand that was covered in the smeared ink. He immediately locked eyes with Gingerbrave and glared.

“Gingerbrave, what did you draw on my face?”

Gingerbrave shrugged. “Nothing! I don’t see anything on your face!”

If it were not for the giggles spilling from Gingerbrave, Wizard might have been half convinced. He looked instead at Strawberry who, without looking up from her game, told him that he had a mustache and glasses drawn on his face.

Wizard turned to Gingerbrave with a huff and crossed his arms. Gingerbrave, at this point, had burst into laughter, which only served to fuel Wizard’s annoyance.

“You think it’s funny? I’ll give you something to laugh about!”

Gingerbrave squeaked when Wizard jumped on him, nearly knocking the chair over as he began to scribble up and down Gingerbrave’s sides, making him shriek and laugh.

“Wahahahait! Wizard, it was just a prahahank!! I didn’t mehehean it!”

“Sure, say what you will, I know your intentions. Consider this payback!!”

“Nohohooooo!!”

As Wizard tickled Gingerbrave to crumbs, Strawberry continued playing her game. While it was a bit difficult now with the noise, she still progressed through her levels. As she put a pause on it, Wizard finally let up with Gingerbrave, leaving him a giggly mess on the chair. Wizard went to wash his face and Gingerbrave looked at Strawberry with a wide grin.

“That was worth it!”

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

(OOC)

Arsenic Anon was flipping out over you updating (in a good way)

Anyways, could you perhaps do something with Pitaya or Clotted Cream? I think this is how it works, but I don’t ever request things, so forgive me if I’m doing it wrong.

-Coffee Anon

(Yup, that's how it works, don't worry!)

Pitaya Dragon Cookie never thought they'd ever meet a cookie like you. When you were traveling with Hollyberry Cookie and Wildberry Cookie and stumbled upon them in the forest, you were the only one not apprehensive. You talked to Pitaya like they were just some regular old Cookie, not even acknowledging the fact that they were the infamous Red Dragon. To say it drew them to you was an understatement. Maybe they could try and convince you to spar with them at some point, see if that bold attitude carried over..

Clotted Cream Cookie, as confident as he may be, often times finds himself lacking in words when it comes to you. It's not that he hates you or anything, goodness no! He just can't find the words to properly describe how much he cares about you. Your kindness, your bravery, everything! It draws him to you, like a moth to a lamp. He's really hoping you end up accepting his proposal.

[sour-heart-treats]

walnut going a *little* too far in her pursuit for roguefort (sarcasm in the little, if it wasnt obvious)

Though exhaustion racked her body, Walnut would keep her little legs carrying her higher and higher. Up flight after flight of stairs, the junior detective would chase the phantom thief however far she needed to. Though her legs burned and her hair was a mess with sweat and rushing wind, she'd continue pushing her body to its absolute limits. It's only at the top of the building, slamming the door open with so much force that her wrist hurt, that she'd be face to face with the thief that had caused her so much turmoil.

Taking slow steps towards the phantom that towered over her, Walnut was met with not the egotistical smirk that she was typically shown... but rather, the criminal looked down at her with... concern. No, it was pity. Something she did not need. With a small growl, the little one would hold out her magnifying glass as if it were a meaningful weapon.

"It's over, Phantom Bleu!" She'd shout out between pants, trying to catch her breath as Roguefort would do little more than stare at her. It made Wal feel weak... or was that the lack of sleep and skipped snack times? "Give up! Just- give it up already! Whatever you stole this time!! Give it back!"

Even if there was nowhere to run, nowhere to escape, Roguefort would simply back away. Nothing sudden, simply turning away and walking towards the edge of the rooftop. It's impossible to tell what in the world they were thinking, but Walnut was not having any of it. She'd run up and grab their cape, pulling on it with all the strength of an angry puppy while she was dragged to the end of the roof. "Are you even- are you listening to me!? Hey!! I've caught you!!" The lack of meaningful attention was more than frustrating. Absolutely infuriating.

Gazing across the city skyline, Rogue would hold the shoulder of their cape to make sure it wasn't dragged off by the junior trying to pull it off of them. "When was the last time you cared for yourself?" They asked lightly, as if the one they were inquiring about wasn't trying to tear off their disguise. They would only receive a huff from the investigator, prompting a guilty hum. "It seems that commissioner has kept less track of you than I thought. With such sunken eyes... a gemstone without its sheen... it looks sad, doesn't it?"

"Stop saying weird things and let me catch you!!" Walnut would snip, though would be only met with the phantom setting a hand on her hat. It didn't matter that Almond wasn't 'keeping track' of her, she didn't need it! She didn't need to be treated like something so small! She'd try to keep her headgear from being taken off, clamoring to keep a hold of it, but her strength certainly wasn't helped by how much her limbs felt like melted jelly... maybe all that running did a number on her- more than the skipped lunches and the notebooks full of tracking clues.

Roguefort would sigh, letting Walnut keep the hat in her hands as they simply set a hand on the top of the little one's head and murmured some spell beneath the moonlight. All the struggling would slow, eyes drooping as the little investigator would slump over, using Rogue's cape now as a blanket to lay on. "...and I had not even stolen yet on this night." They'd mumble, looking down at the slumbering young one with a soft gaze. "I suppose if your other relatives are too busy to care for you in your most obsessive state... perhaps a break from my antics is in order."

[sleepingdeath-light]

needy ; 18+

requested by ; 🐜 anon (23/07/23)

word count ; 100

content ; sexually explicit content, biting kink, (partially) clothed grinding, mating season

fandom ; cookie run

pairing ; longan dragon cookie x cis female reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

When Longan had expressed to you that they could get a bit much (clingy, even) during their heat cycles, you hadn’t quite been prepared for just how far they could go. How they happily could spend entire days grinding their throbbing, leaking cock against your clothed ass and pussy — large clawed hands forcing you into a downward arch on the bed to accommodate them better. How they covered every spare centimetre of your neck and chest and back and thighs with deep bite marks — overcome with an instinct to bite and claim and covet you; their obedient little mate. Theirs.

[shadowlychee]

my personal heater ★ ( a shadowlychee ficlet )

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Shadow Milk always had cold hands— or rather, his entire body! That much was obvious.

So when he fell in love with the warmest dragon on Earthbread, he obtained his own personal heater; one could say.

Everywhere on their body, from head to toe was covered in a comforting warmth. Everywhere except for their claws, but.. he was okay with that.

Especially now, as the beams of the sunlight shined into their shared bedroom; he was quite warm with them around.

Their arms were tangled around one-another’s body, the two huddling for warmth under their covers as the violet dragon’s claws dug deep into the back of their lover.

They always did this when they cuddled, but they always made sure it was gentle.. even when asleep, somehow. As if it was a subconscious thing.

His eyes fluttered open, staring in awe at the sight for a moment before a soft smile began to creep up his lips.

He enjoyed the small moments like this, waking up in the morning as the sun slowly rose up and above the hills of Earthbread.

Luckily, he had nothing planned today. So he opted for staying in bed with them, his head settling in the crook of their neck as he slowly drifted off back to sleep.

Life was better this way.

[thegreatcrowdragon]

If we don’t learn more about this I will punch a hole in my wall

[yandere--stuck]

Yandere knight cookie,,..,,,, my pathetic little blorbo..,.. can you have him fantasizing about us while training?? Maybe a pretend a practice dummy is us?

Knight Cookie deciding to take a little break in the middle of practice on a training dummy and pretending that the dummy is you, dropping his weapons to the side in favor of kissing practice.

Princess Cookie surprises him when she finds him, teasing him for being so red in the face and holding the dummy 'hands' while murmuring your name.

[astral-cookiery]

Hiya! I'm Cinth! (Derivative from Hyacinth)

I do CRK x Reader writing, and requests are usually open!

Before you hit the ask button, please take a quick look over my guidelines, just to make sure you don't make any errors!

Guidelines:

No nsfw/kink/lemon, sorry! I'm not comfortable writing it!

No heavy gore!

No yandere themes!

I don't do character death!

I only do Crk X Reader!

Requests concerning child characters are strictly platonic

Formatting wise: I do drabbles (Shorter, usually more detailed, focused on one or two characters in a scenario), oneshots (Longer, think 1-2k words, contain more of a plot), and headcanons (Bullet-point list)!

Please specify what format you want as well as some form of plot or inspiration so I have something to work off of! I also try to stick to gender-neutral readers, but I am willing to write for male and female readers if it's specified, otherwise I default to gender-neutral!

That's just about it! Have a request or question? Feel free to ask! I won't bite! I'm also open to just chatting, if that's what you'd like!

anon list!

Blog tags!

these are for organizational purposes, feel free to block, navigate, or ignore them as you please!

#◞◦ ☆ -➛ Cinth Chats! -> My yapping tag!

#◞◦ ☆ -➛ Shooting Star! -> Reblogs!

#◞◦ ☆ -➛ Spacebar Updates! -> Updates on the blog!

#◞◦ ☆ -➛ Posts: Writings -> General tag for writing!

#◞◦ ☆ -➛ Posts: Headcanons -> Specifically Headcanons!

#◞◦ ☆ -➛ Posts: Drabbles -> Specifically Drabbles!

#◞◦ ☆ -➛ Posts: Oneshots -> Specifically Oneshots!

#◞◦ ☆ -➛ Posts: Creations! -> Drawings! (These will tend to be rare!)

Previously known as: @/ mars-f4ndom-sp4c3

That's all from me! Have a wonderful day and (as of writing this), happy pride month!

[necroangelz]

No one to share the memory of frost.

day 1.5 of @ebiuxxxx's event

“ a character / song you are kin with / relate to. ”

STARFRUIT COOKIE SEMI-DRABBLE! repeated day 1 because i just really wanted to write. takes place after pomegranate's betrayal and starfruit can't seem to sleep tonight, as always. the rest of the story is under the cut. please enjoy.

“ You're my best friend, now I've no one to tell of how I lost my best friend. . . ”

The stars have gone dark. Both the stars in her heart and the stars in the prophetic fountain. She lays awake in bed with bloodshot eyes. Sleep has eluded her for nights now; every time she closes her eyes, she sees red. She sees puffs of red hair, a red ceremonial robe sweeping across the floor, and enchanting red eyes. Pulling her in. Engulfing her in an embrace as it stabs her in the back.

Starfruit used to be at the top. She was respected, admired. Wasn't it so great that she was able to connect with the stars and become an oracle at such a young age? Her heart is as pure as the glowing stars above, but not all hearts are the same as hers.

As she laid on her mess of a bed, her curly hair fanned out beneath her, she holds her hands to her chest and prays a repeating mantra.

May the stars guide me once again, may the stars guide me once again, may the stars guide me once again....

The uttered words were barely over a whisper. If she spoke much louder she might burst into tears. Although the volume of her voice doesn't matter, nor how fervently she prays, the stars never listen anymore.

Her weak voice fades and she falls silent. It was truly unjust—why must she, the victim, suffer so much for this? Why can't the stars, or anyone for that matter, seem to forgive her? Maybe this was really the end for her. She was so foolish.

A thought enters her restless, wandering mind.

She wonders if Pomegranate would understand her situation despite being the direct cause of Starfruit's downfall.

Deep in her heart, she knew she would.

End.

Blue space divider (in the header): by @cafekitsune

header by me.

yellow stars divider (in the post): by @saradika