#cookie run kingdom x reader

[revivedredeemermareu]

Based from this post:

https://www.tumblr.com/brittle-doughie/782913988827676672/guys-guys?source=share

Whatever you do, don't go to Beast-Yeast during their mating season period.

You'll regret it if you do.

[mokie-bleh]

"ah, finally I'm alone" y/n said to themselves as they sat alone in their bed at midnight.

"No you're not" said shadow milk

[magicalbunbun]

Thinking about her~ she is the younger sister of eternal sugar. But also the lover of hollyberry, she actually possess the soul jam of passion not hollyberry, (hollyberry haves a fake one, to mistake the ones who wants to take it away.)

She may not be a beast, but she is strong enough to protect the soul jam.

At first she was trying to steal the soul jam and give it to eternal sugar but once hollyberry put her full trust on y/n she was in massive shock while holding the soul jam, deciding to keep it and make sure none would take it. Meaning she start to actually fall for hollyberry.

[curvfie]

“Did you know you talk in your sleep, My Dear Heavenly..?”

“Why are you watching me while I sleep..?”

“Tell me though.. what exactly is your relationship with Hollyberry Cookie?”

“She’s my best friend.”

“…”

“…?”

Cutely breaks Hollyberry Cookie’s Shield

“?!”

“.. Anyway~”

[brittle-doughie]

https://www.tumblr.com/brittle-doughie/783211290543947776/httpswwwtumblrcombrittle-doughie782913988827

Nine. He wants NINE baby doughs, not one, NINE.

Most anons may not come back alive knowing four also have the goal of having a baby dough with you, rest in peace to those anons.

Mystic Flour only wants one.

Eternal Sugar wants three.

Burning Spice wants five.

Shadow Milk is being greedy wanting nine.

18 dough babies in total. 9 months in your dough, making you suffer and THEY LOOK LIKE THEIR GOOFY MOMS/DADS-

[hadaldemon]

Saw this cover art (from Kyary Pamyu Pamyu - PONPONPON) and had a thought.

POV: You finally agree to go on a date with him but he is nervous and tries to lighten the mood by being silly

[snowywolf1005]

@animerules898 : Her meeting sorbet shark and going you my child now and picking him up and walking away unaccompanied child to her is a far game for adoption She also makes a blanket nest for her children.

(Y/BN) first, adoption is onion cookie.

Onion Cookie isn't scared of (Y/BN).

(Y/BN) always sings a lullaby to onion cookie.

Whenever Onion Cookie is scared or nervous, she always hides under (Y/BN) coat.

[eepy-cookies]

Saw the post about where Y/n carries WA bridal-style cause he supposedly got stuck, and then thought about the rivalry between WA and FS and was like hm. Yeah FS would definitely be jealous of that lmao

Would he interrupt the moment? Insist Ask extremely politely to be held like that too?

[hleep]

ETERNAL SUGAR IN 3 DAYS YIPPEE! I’m not sure if I have enough saved but I tried my best 👍. Do you do the self aware aus? Cause I’m pretty sure that if I got her it’d destroy all my cookies eardrums 😭

OK!

yes...

[someweirdoreblogger]

Burning Spice Cookie's victory lights up Earthbread in a passionate ring of fire; a festival of firework and chaotic combustion. An immortal blaze of glory in a forest of ashen salt and sugar. He cackles arrogance, like a child, while Golden Cheese Cookie can only accept she's far too weak to protect the laat piece of her sealed heart, jamless and soaked in grief.

The audcity of this forsaked monster frightens just as much as it astonishes her. He erased her history, ripped her wings in bloody triumph, and burnt to crisps her determination and ambitions. Yet still, he further taunts her by dancing on the grave of her people, steals from her the sorrowful peace and seldom.

Even then, and now still, Burning Spice Cookie mocks her uselessness by claiming her most prized treasure-

You.

"Don’t dull so soon, prisoner o' mine, the fun has only just begun! Our guest of honor just arrived!"

Just when Golden Cheese Cookie thinks her most prized possession is safe and sound in the hands of her trusted comrades, He comes forth and steals.

"Can't you look at her? Is it that hard to witness her failure to protect what used to be hers?"

He never stops laughing at those below his feet, below his heavenly pedestal as a Herald of Change.

"Aren't you curious as to what it looks like to lose everything you devoted your entire existence to preserve, only to lose it all to the tides of change?"

Burning Spice Cookie awaits no response from the golden Queen of a broken era. Burning Spice Cookie is a relentless, gluttonous beast. Peeling her treasure apart, layer by layer, the Beast of Destruction tastes the delicious flavor of potent fear on his sharp tongue.

The lion cornered the gazelle, claws ready to tear into the hide of its chosen prey. The viper coils around the vitals of a rodent in a tightening spring of force and pressure.

A hearty growl escapes him in a quake of control and power. Wicked heat, pleasure follows the frozen goosebumps he leaves in the wake of a curious, hungry mouth on you.

Pure delight ignites his heart and spirit. He effortlessly holds a truly lively prey in his countless arms at the mercy of his will. The gleeful flames in his eyes danced in a mindless drove of thrill and focus. Gold teeth will graze your crust, his laughter infectious as his lips abandon your bare flesh, flaunting you upon his infernal throne like you were merely a thing to gloat about.

A sharp claw teases the chain secured around your neck, and an opposing stray cuffed hand slowly tangles a piece of your hair, twisting and twirling.

Another naked palm holds your head in place, completely at his mercy. Hot coals sizzle, a raging-hot burst of passion scorches the timidity, vulnerability will be punished, his power shall warn you.

His digits diligently drag a mockery of a comforting stroke underneath your chin, caressing careful line after line. While yet another eager hand doodles countless shapes on your opposite hip, curious as one could be.

Thick fingers dwarf your size, squeezing and prying like thorns, threatening to mark their symbol into your dough, no space for doubt whilst in favor of Burning Spice Cookie.

[kiwii-tururu]

Different time.

"You shouldn't fight with them, at some point they will learn and accept the truth."

"Once upon a time, there was a wonderful knight who defended her master's honor and did everything he asked her to do, ANYTHING. So so so romantic."

The knight who doesn't remember who she was....or who she belongs to.

[revivedredeemermareu]

Eternal Sugar Cookie?

More like, Eternal Freaky Cookie

Please pass me the bleach for my eyes-

I really regret on making this-

[mapleleafes222]

im so sad eternal sugar hasn't come home q.q in any case i hope all of you do get her early haha

[kookiekatz]

DID SOMEBODY SAY BOOM!?!?!?! 💥💥💥😈😈😈

Hihi, new anon here!

Saw ur requests are open so here's a request:

Reader Cookie who is one of the Fallen Heroes, except Pre-Corruption they were the kind of cookie to be screaming "ANARCHY!" at the top of their lungs and be an overall war gremlin. Pre-Corruption Beast Cookie Reactions?

Ofc U don't need to add this part but to add on to this idea: When the Beast Cookies became corrupted, Reader Cookie was (surprisingly) the last one to join bc it's hard to differentiate their "normal " selves and their "corrupted" selves. What made it clear was how Reader Cookie's actions no longer held any restraint and they may have blown up a few islands or two—

Reader Cookie is quite literally just the Beast of Anarchy once corrupted, while they were previously just the Light of Ambition.

Anyways, TL;DR: Chaotic Reader Cookie who is an ambitious and (slight) anarchist of a gremlin with Pre-Corruption Beast Cookies. Reaction?

You were the wildest of the Fallen Heroes, loud and out there. You never backed from a challenge, never backed down from what you believed was right.

It's what made the other Heroes love you so much. You always spoke your mind and urged anyone to do what they set their minds to. You were Ambition, after all!

Despite your chaotic nature, you were always restrained in what you did. You never wanted to hurt anyone, after all.

When your friends began to fall to their corruption, you were the last to fall to it as well.

It was a constant battle between yourself and them, with you always putting your life on the line.

However, when you fell, you did with a bang. Explosions rocked the coast, with several islands being destroyed in an instant.

The Beasts couldn't be more happy that you joined them.

[cookiiefreak]

Meeting the Lamb

you heard of knight!reader and protégée!reader now get ready for sacrificial lamb!reader!!!! wooo 🎉🎉🎉

i am feral, unhinged, and a tad evil <3

word count: 1,827

ship: Burning Spice x Sacrificial Lamb!reader

additional tags: mentions of sacrifice, brief descriptions of violence, reader wants to KILL HIM and BS thinks it’s funny (and hot), reader thinks BS is attractive but hates it, LOTS OF SWEARING, you can tell this was written by a horny mf

⚠️ MINORS DNI ⚠️

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When Burning Spice hears that the elders from some nearby village have offered him a sacrifice in exchange for mercy on their homes, he’s intrigued. He hasn’t had someone offered to him in quite a while so he decides to humor the elders and make his way to the altar sight. It has been decently cleaned and decorated with candles, trinkets, and other treats but his eyes zone in on the lovely creature chained down to the middle of the altar space.

You.

But you’re not lying there whimpering and weeping like some helpless prey animal, no, you’re actively fighting back against your shackles and attempting to attack the spice warriors that stand patiently nearby. Teeth bared and eyes wild as you struggle and shout obscenities at everyone in the area, the center of the altar where you’re at is coated in dried blood and dirt from previous sacrifices but you don’t seem to care about the muck, all you are focused on is escaping the hell you’ve been trapped in and it EXCITES him.

When was the last time someone actively challenged him? When was the last time he saw someone fighting to change their fate rather than simply kneel in front of him and beg for mercy?

Then your eyes land on him and he feels his insides boil at the searing heat held in your glare.

“You… You bastard!” You scream, straining against your restraints like a feral animal. “Once I get out of these witch-forsaken chains, I’m going to rip that tainted soul jam out of your chest!”

Burning Spice slowly makes his way towards you as a few of the warriors berate you for your threat, but to him their words are muffled under the oppressing sound of his own heartbeat. He stops just out of your reach and looms over your form, watching with unbridled glee as you stand up and press back against his menacing stare.

“What did you say, little lamb?” He asks, grinning as your chains rattle with every rough jerk of your limbs.

“I said, when I get out of here, I am going to fucking kill you and coat your beloved throne in your own filthy blood.” You talk slowly, making sure to enunciate each word as if he was stupid, which has his body thrumming with ecstasy.

“Oh? Really? And how are you going to manage that, hm?” Your eye twitches at his mockery before you lunge for him, teeth aching to dig into his flesh and rip until there’s nothing left but you simply strain against the weight of the chains. You’re yanked backwards by your hair and slammed on the ground face first, harsh words are spat down at your form as your world becomes faded and dizzy.

He watches the spectacle with mild interest, mind already mulling over a decision. You’d make a wonderful addition to his army, you’re bloodthirsty, aggressive, you could wreak havoc on the battlefield and bring chaos to any village he orders you to pillage. But while that sounds enticing in his mind, he would be at the risk of you dissenting and possibly even backstabbing him.

So what is he to do? It would be such a waste to simply kill you: Watching as you sluggishly stand before clocking a nearby warrior in the nose just confirms that fact. He bursts out in wild laughter at both the scene and the conclusion in his mind.

“Having a good laugh at the spectacle before you kill me? You sick fuck,” you growl as blood steadily slinks down over your mouth to your chin before dripping to the ground.

“Yeah, I could kill you. But why would I want to kill my brand new pet?”

“Y-Your what?” You gape at his statement, the spice warriors all seem to have the same reaction as you due to their collective hushed whispering.

“Pet. P-e-t. Do you not know what a pet is?” He murmurs and carefully reaches out to wipe the blood from your lip with his thumb, staring at the glistening red life source soaking the skin of his digit before dragging his tongue across it.

It makes your stomach churn with disgust. Or is that…?

“Tch. I know what a pet is, but I am not one. I’d rather get sent into the nearest sand pit,” you huff indignantly.

“Adorable, but you have no say in what I do, little lamb.” Burning Spice swiftly unlocks the chains around your wrists and ankles before picking you up by the back of your sacrificial garment and hoisting you up onto his broad shoulder, he shouts a command to his warriors and they follow him out of the altar sight.

“Put me down! You damn meathead!” You protest loudly, fists pounding against his back as he walks proudly towards his kingdom. After a few minutes he gives an order to one of his warriors before dismissing the rest of them and continues walking, turning down a couple of corridors before finally entering the room he was looking for. You let out a harsh yelp as he casually drops you down onto a massive bed, the force of it knocking the wind out of you.

He crosses his arms over his chest as he watches you lay there, chest stuttering and heaving as you struggle to bring air back into your lungs. You must feel his leering at some point because you manage to claw your way into an upright position and glare back at him, skin prickling with rage as you continue sucking in oxygen. He tilts his head as if to challenge your hostility but you’re not stupid, trying to fight the Beast of Destruction unarmed and in an unfamiliar location would be suicide. At least you knew where to go and what paths to take back at the altar sight, but here? In his kingdom? You were practically blind.

“What’s the matter? Lost your moxie?” Burning Spice chuckles and you immediately want to punch that irritating grin off of his face, you let out a sound that has his stomach clenching with desire.

You growled.

It wasn’t deep or dark sounding, but it resonated within your chest and practically vibrated through the heat-filled air. He lets out a breath of a laugh.

“A lamb who tries to imitate the wolves, how endearing.”

“We’ll see how much of a lamb I am once I shred your throat with my fucking teeth,” you retort.

“Go ahead,” he opens his arms wide as if inviting you. “You have an opening, so why don’t you strike already?” You halt and ponder his words thoroughly before crawling towards the foot of the bed and sliding down onto the floor, your eyes narrow as you take in his figure.

“…what’s your motive?” You ask, fingers flexing and legs twitching as if preparing your fight or flight reflexes. “Why didn’t you accept me as a sacrifice and kill me?”

“I told you, I don’t kill my pets.” His response is clipped and almost sharp but he doesn’t make a move, feet planted firmly in their spot.

“What the hell do you mean by that? What do you want with a pet?” He lets out a groan and rolls his eyes at your questioning, arms falling to his sides as he does so.

“If you keep asking me so many damn questions, I’m just going to muzzle you.” That seems to rile you up as you squawk at the statement, a flush crossing your cheeks at the implications.

“Like hell you will! I’m not some damn animal, you crazy bitch!” You holler, body reacting in an instant as he begins to stalk towards you. You’re quick to side step him and reel your hand back, curled fist colliding with his stomach yet the impact causes you to let out a pained cry. He barks out a laugh and grabs you by your wrist before twisting it harshly behind your back, using his free hand to grab you by your hair and shove your face into the bed. You can feel his body heat radiating off of him in steady waves, your brain unknowing if it wants to fight back or give in to the warmth that threatens to turn you docile.

He lets the overwhelming silence drag on for a while longer as if to tempt you to struggle back against him but a series of knocks on the door has him huffing out a breath and releasing you, your knees drop onto the harsh floor and you clutch your sore wrist to your chest utterly humiliated as he stomps towards the door and throws it open.

“M-My apologies for interrupting you, sir! I brought you what you asked for,” the spice warrior on the other side of the doorway is practically shaking under the Destroyer’s horrifying glare. Burning Spice wordlessly grabs the item from them before promptly slamming the door in their face, you watch as he turns back to face you before opening the intricate box in his hands and carefully pulling out a thick, dark leather collar.

“If that’s what I think it’s for, forget it.” You hiss at him, “I’d rather you stomp my brains out then wear that around my fucking neck.”

“You’re rather mouthy for a mortal who could barely follow through with their punch,” he teases.

“Tch, you’re just lucky I didn’t aim for your dick.” You try to move out of his reach but he already has a hand wrapped around your throat causing you to freeze in place, he catches a glimpse of frightened doe eyes but blinks and a sharpened glare replaces them.

“I have rules you will follow if you wish to stay alive and in one piece: wearing this is one of them.”

“Fucking dehumanizing piece of shit,” you mumble under your breath. He waves off your swearing as he releases your throat and begins fastening the collar around your neck, you observe him quietly as he goes through the motions.

He has eyebrows that are thick yet neat with long eyelashes that curl and flutter in a horrifyingly beautiful way, his nose is sharp and his lips are damn-near enticing, with the bottom one being slightly more full than the top. Two sharp antennae jut out from his forehead and seem to curl down towards you as he loops the strap of the collar down. You briefly debate headbutting him in the nose due to your lingering, almost salacious thoughts, but the throbbing in your wrist and nose stops you, your energy is already drained from when they first dragged you to the altar sight.

You’re basically running on fumes at this point.

Maybe if you play your cards right, you’ll eventually find an opening to escape to somewhere far away from here. Away from your treacherous village, away from his bloodsoaked kingdom, and away from him. Until then, you’ll just have to play along.

[brittle-doughie]

I have the feeling Y/N Cookie massively loved the Garden of Sweet Delights and having been cared for by the Sugar Angels.

They have had it ROUGH in the recent days, especially with the amount of times they’ve been dragged to Beast-Yeast

Y/N Cookie didn’t react very well to Hollyberry Cookie telling them they had to leave the Garden of Sweet Delights.

“You want our Heavenly to leave so soon? But they look so peaceful and calm, way more than how they were before!”

“I’m sure Y/N Cookie is grateful for what you did for them, but they have other places to be, I hope you understand.”

“That is not your decision to make.”

“W-what?”

“Oh! Sorry! What my fellow sugar angel meant to say is that our Heavenly mistress make the choice themselves to leave.”

“You wouldn’t want to be the cause of their unhappiness, right?”