#crk x reader oneshot

[lohotine]

``Truth is the most important virtue.``

Pure Vanilla x Reader

CW; Some religious tones (brief mention of the existence of a god, comparing Pure Vanilla to an angel), Disturbing discriptions (gore, though only as a discptor of how the reader feels.) Angst, unorganized writing

Adorned in whites akin to glistening stars, accompanied by the warmest of jasmine and the brightest of gold;

With every breath comes a feint melody and a silent song only angels would be able to hear.

Many have asked themselves;

What is divinity?

And as he stands before you, otherworldly and opulent, you begin to whisper, and one word falls from your lips;

"This."

A being, mayhap too pure for this world, gifting everyone the ultimate acuity.

Are people deserving of him?

No matter what your answer is, he remains here, giving his heart out to anyone and everyone, whether they are in need of it or not.

His voice; a choir

His touch; soft, as his fingers gently cup your face. They are like feathers, and they gently wipe away your tears.

Tears that look like pearls, or maybe even diamonds, as they prick the corners of your eyes.

You think it ironic how the gods created tears to be made out of both water and salt;

Two things that suposedly give life to people.

Yet, you are not sad

Far from it, actually.

Because you are with him.

And you ask;

Would you let me dwell forever by your side?

And though Pure Vanilla would hate to break the heart you've so graciously shown him; he simply cannot accept it.

A prayer you hope with the entirety of your being- body and soul and mind- that he'd be able to return.

To not love you fully would be like not loving you at all; at least in his eyes.

And he can not devote himself to you in the way you would for him.

Because he does not want the others to be dammed simply because he loves you.

And so he responds;

I'm sorry, but I can't love you in the way you hope for me to.

And because Pure Vanilla loves everyone; he can't love anyone.

Because Pure Vanilla's heart belongs to everyone: and so at the same time, no one in particular.

So you wish; so desperately and fully, that he would lie to you just this once.

So that when it begins to weep, and so that when it begins to bleed; it may hurt just a little less.

To maybe wrap your heart in the softest silk, or maybe even satin if that's what he'd prefer, and then place it apun a glistening, marble pedestal;

But he would never grant you even the smallest lie, and in turn, the smallest bit of respite.

After all, is he not supposed to be virtuous?

So instead, he holds you close, and you can't help but think;

Why must he be so kind, even when he brutally destroys you?

Why must this angel smile at you while liquidating your heart?

And he whispers into your ears about how sorry he is for not being able to love you.

but all you can hear is how he doesn't love you.

And it's not his fault.

Yet, knowing that it's yours doesn't feel any better.

Pure Vanilla continues to speak-- apologizing--yet his words still sting like that of one thousand arrows grazing your arms and legs.

How you yearn for him to be able to heal these pains, too!

But how can he? When they're not really there?

How can something that hurts so much not really be there?

So your tears continue to fall.

How weak you have become! How sorrowful...

And yet, these tears, he wipes away too.

As if they were never there?

And with those tears, you wish he'd wipe away the emotions you've held for him.

As if they were never there?

Would forgetting those emotions- your love for him- truly be worth it?

And when you listen once more; he is still expressing his guilt.

And you have no doubt that he is being truthful when he says he is sorry.

After all, he would never speak anything that isn't the truth!

And sometimes, that pains you more than if he would just lie.

When he slams you into the ground, crushing your skull and mind, and shreds your heart into small bits of blood and flesh and tears and love, but you know it's true when he says he doesn't want to;

That truth doesn't make the wounds hurt any less.

Yet despite this; Pure Vanilla believes, without even a fraction of a doubt;

That truth is the most important virtue.

[cookiekissers]

I won't be replying directly to this request because it was anonymous, but for the future please remember to send off anon if you want nsfw. I can't guarantee or verify your age because anyone can lie about their age when they're on anon!

🔥🔞[Short Spicy Fic + Burning Spice NSFT HCs]

You stare up at the towering giant of a Cookie looming over you. His hair was dark, long, and wild. He had a muscular build, strong arms, and a large, well-defined chest. The guy was stacked, especially in the chest region. It was impossible not to let your gaze wander down his form. Now, this was one handsome Cookie.

"You. Cookie. On your knees. Bow to the Great Destroyer!" Burning Spice Cookie commanded. You blinked in confusion.

During your travels through the sands of this land, you saw many statues dedicated to "The Great Destroyer." Though the Cookie was handsome, he didn't look anything like those giant, beastly statues.

You snickered playfully.

"Heh, really, you? The Beast of Destruction? You sure about that, handsome?" You tease.

You opened your mouth to fire another flirtatious comment at the stranger when he suddenly lifted you by your hips and slammed you against the steep rock wall, knocking the breath from your lungs. Burning Spice's large, muscular body pressed up against you, caging you in with ease. He stared down at you, the heat in his eyes scorching you to your very core. You felt yourself flush, feeling as vulnerable as ever under his hungry gaze. Burning Spice growled low in his throat, his tongue swiping over his lips, eyeing you with a growing lust.

"Very brave of you to speak to me that way, little Cookie." He commended. "But I'll show you what the Beast of Destruction is capable of and why I earned that title." Burning Spice grinned. His voice turned husky, his words full of promise. You gulped, trying desperately not to fidget. Burning Spice leaned forward, capturing your lips roughly. His hot kiss filled you with a fiery need as your tongue tingled and burned with a sweet, addicting heat. Your legs quickly wrapped around Burning Spice's waist, and he wasted no time grinding himself between your legs, his eagerness showing itself quickly.

You gasped as Burning Spice Cookie pulled away to focus on your neck, covering it in feverish kisses that leave behind a tingling sensation. It was one that you couldn't get enough of. His sharp, golden teeth sunk into your crispy dough, and a sudden yelp from you made him chuckle in triumph. The Beast's grinding had become quicker and more desperate. You hung on, your fingers tangling in his black locks as his teeth remained clamped on your throat. Slowly, you could feel something rubbing against you in Burning Spice Cookie's loose pants.

"The destruction I cause on Earthbread will be nothing compared to what I will do you, my little Cookie~" The Beast rumbled fervently.

You panted, your face flushed and your stomach tying itself in knots at Burning Spice's husky voice in your ear. The friction he was giving you only made you feel hotter, and your head spun.

Once he released your throat from his jaws to shove his tongue down your throat, you took the initiative. You wrapped your arms around his neck eagerly, surprising him with a steamy kiss of your own. Burning Spice Cookie wasn't rough in that moment, it almost seemed sweet the way he squeezed you tightly, kissing you deeply and grinding up against you. You drew back slightly, panting.

"Well then, go ahead. Destroy me, Daddy,~" You purred seductively, teasing him further, your hands trailing over his chest and shoulders. Burning Spice Cookie grinned widely at the invitation, and he reached down and ripped your pants off your body.

🔥[HEAD CANONS]

You can't tell me after spending centuries locked in a magical prison he isn't going to be pent up and horny. Showing clear interest in him and teasing him is going to get you a one way ticket to pound town. Burning Spice won't even care if you two do it out in the open, he's horny and he wants you NOW.

Yeah, he would definitely fuck you in front of his spice army. Just to make sure that everyone knows that you're his.

I hc that the Beasts are much larger than the average Cookie, Burning Spice especially. And of course, being a big guy, his dick is huge lmao

Call him "Daddy" and he will go crazy. You won't be leaving him for a while or walking when its over.

He loves cumming inside and filling you over and over. He gets unexpectedly mushy and cuddly after a breeding session.

Burning Spice is the definition of Spicy. His internal temperature is far higher than the average Cookie's and his cum is no exception! It's hot, literally, but thankfully not hot enough to cause injury, but it does take a little bit to get used to.

I imagine him to be the type to be ok with a friends with benefits type of agreement, only to get needy for you frequently, and realize in the middle of fucking that he's balls deep in love with you hjghfjgf

He doesn't like anyone else touching what is his. Any Cookie tries to hit you up he's grabbing his axe and not holding anything back.

Loves biting you while he fucks you hard. Its one of his favourite things, and you will often be covered in bite marks.

When out in public, he will be his usual self. But when in private with you, the tiniest amount of his old self from before his corruption will come out. But these occasions are rare.

Burning Spice will probably prioritize his pleasure over your own, but he's not going to leave you unsatisfied.

He's a top/dom, and does not tolerate anything else. He likes having control over you during sex and enjoys ravaging you until you pass out.

Is lowkey a bit into degradation. Will call you a cumslut, boy toy, pet, daddy's dirty boy, daddy's cock slave, ect

[dinnersyummy]

He was like honey; sweet and sticky, you couldn’t get enough of him. Seeping through your insides, he was addicting. His taste will forever be on the tip of your tongue—the taste of his lips is everlasting, always lingering. He savours you like wine, taking his time. But yet he himself was like that of a fine wine—rich, intoxicating, his scent was ingrained into your skin. His love was overflowing, spill it and he’ll forever taint you; it’s hard to wash out. His touch was soft as silk, finely woven, smooth. His hands traced over your skin gently—ghost like if you will. His fingers were careful strokes like a master painter, in their wake left an unforgettable sensation. He treated like you were spun of glass, always so gentle, always so tentative. Each touch was calculated, his hands explored your body as if it were a map. Every curve and dip were burned into his memory. He was addicted.

*divider by petalpxl*

lowkey had sanji in mind while writing this

[queen-aluett]

Sleeping in the Shadows - a Shadow Milk x Reader One Shot

au where shadow milk is a sleep paralysis monster, kinda like the boogeyman

You couldn’t sleep.

No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t sleep.

You had multiple instances of getting out of bed to get a snack, some water, go to the bathroom, or just do whatever. All in that order, over and over. Staring up at your ceiling, you let out a long and loud sigh. Your eyes fluttered a bit then you decided you’d try counting sheep. That always worked, right?

1…

2…

3…

4…

5?

Oh, wait.

You suddenly remembered an old urban legend you heard told multiple times in multiple different ways. It even had an episode about it on an old tv show you used to watch as a kid that was all about scary stories. The story was about a strange cookie called Shadow Milk. Legend has it he’d come for those who couldn’t sleep, and counting sheep was one of the ways to summon him. Depending on how many you counted before you gave up, he’d appear to you and ask you which of the sheep you counted is real, and which one is just an illusion. If you guessed correctly, you’d be rewarded. If not, you’d be dragged either in your closet or under your bed, into his spire, and he’d turn you into his puppet to dance in his twisted shows forever and ever.

Some versions of the story would have him come to those who played card games at sleepovers, in some he’d come to those who were up past their bedtime, which was the version you watched in the tv show. In some you could just summon him by putting a joker card in front of your closet door, telling a good amount of lies and then sliding it under, and of course the game with the sheep would begin, with the amount of lies being the same amount of sheep that were present. Sometimes, instead of sheep, you’d have to answer questions, and if your answer was a lie, his appearance would become more and more terrifying, before he finally took you and made you his puppet. But no need to reminisce on the past, that’s just a little legend anyways. It’s a nice story, but it’s not real at all!

Right?

You smiled remembering that show you used to watch and the one episode that actually managed to scare you, which wasn’t the one about Shadow Milk, oddly enough. Your sweet nostalgic thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a bleat. You jolted up in terror and looked around, only to see there was nothing there. You calmed your breathing and laid back down. “Maybe I should stop thinking about that, for now, at least.” You mumbled to yourself as you stretched your back in your bed. After a moment of silence, you heard the sound of a music box. Only problem is,

You don’t own a music box.

And you’ve never heard that melody before.

Peeking out over your covers, you were too afraid to even move. You had no idea where that music was coming from, and you did NOT wanna find out anytime soon! You covered yourself up with the blankets and laid under there nice and still, covering your mouth with your hands. A blue glow was coming from outside, but no matter what, you’d never take them off. The music came to a halt after what felt like way longer than the minute it was playing for. You peeked an eye out from your hiding spot, and there was nothing there. You shuffled out of hiding and went back to sleep as normal, convincing yourself you were just sleep deprived.

“Well there you are…~”

What… was that? WHO was that? You opened your eyes, and a man in a blue harlequin outfit sat in front of you on the edge of your bed. He smiled at you and your closet in front of you was full of glowing blue eyes watching you. “There’s no way…” you thought to yourself. “A-are you… n-no… no it can’t be… shadow-“

“Shadow Milk Cookie? The great and powerful? Who else?” You lay there, eyes widened. You could not believe it! The very urban legend himself, right in your house, right at your bed, right now! “Yes, yes, hold your applause. I heard someone can’t sleep. Someone’s been a bad, bad cookie, huh? Good cookies should be put to bed right away, but look at you, all wide awake like it’s nothing!” Your voice was shaky as you replied, “I- I’m sorry, I, I promise I was trying to g-go to sleep but I-“ He interrupted and held a finger up to you, “Shhhhh… I know, Y/N Cookie, I know. Which is why… we’re gonna play a game! Since you know me so so so so so well, I think you know what you’ve got to do, yes?” You nodded “Yeah. I gotta figure out the sheep that’s not fake, got it.” He clapped his hands, “What a smart cookie you are! Oh, you must be a HUGE fan! Let’s see… what number did you count to? Five? Ah yes, Five!” Shadow Milk snapped his fingers, and on cue 5 sheep came out of your closet. You didn’t really want to think about how this was possible, you wanted to focus on figuring it out. “Think reeeeeal hard, Y/N Cookie. You got this!”

You looked real hard at each one, eyes scanning over the herd. Their blue eyes eerily glowed as you tried hard to spot the odd one out, but they all just looked so similar, you had no idea. Your index finger began to tremble as a tear formed from your fear. You really didn’t feel like being turned into a puppet. The idea of being bound to strings and losing all your will was… everything but pleasant. “Awww~ There, there, Y/N Cookie.” He began to pat you on the head, “There’s no need for those crocodile tears! You’ve got all the time in the world! Unless… that is, unless I get too bored waiting!” You swallowed, and went with your gut and made a decision. “That one! That one there!”

“Oh?”

Your finger was pointed to the second sheep in the row. “I-it’s that one. I-I think that one is the real… sh-sheep…” You almost began to hyperventilate. There was no going back now. You looked to Shadow Milk Cookie, who was smiling. He stood there, watching you shiver with anticipation. The silence felt like an eternity till he began to slowly clap his hands and opened his mouth.

“So you HAVE been listening to the whispers of deceit!”

You sighed in relief. “So I… So I got it right?” He nodded his head, “Mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhmm! That’s right! Look at you! Such a good (girl/boy/cookie), doing the homework! I’m so proud of you!” He gave you a pat on the back, which made you flinch a bit. “Well, now that playtime’s over, I think it’s only fair I give you the sweet relief of slumber you crave.” He took a fistful of something out of his pocket, “But rest assured, I will be back, and I cannot wait to play with you again! Now then… Ready, Y/N?” You sighed and laid down on your bed, falling onto the pillow. “Heh! I’ll take that as a “yes” then!” He opened up his hand and blew a shiny blue powder in your direction. The blue dust made you sleepier and sleepier till you couldn’t help but drift off. Shadow Milk Cookie turned to exit from your closet into his Spire of Deceit. He turned his head to get a good look at how peaceful his new playmate looked all bundled up with their head in the dream world.

“I shall see you later~!”

[clandestineivory]

Can y'all just spam my inbox with requests because I'm gonna close them soon and I'm probably gonna fill most out by two or three a day (if I don't get lazy)

I already got an Elder Faerie one with a Pre-Beast reader, one with my favorite ship and a child!reader, another with White Lily and a cuddly reader, and the child!reader with the ancients in my inbox and I can't wait to see more

[authorautumn]

Worth It. (CRK)

A/n : hiii everyone! I've been getting way too many requests than I expected 😭 I had no idea there would be so many of you! Thank you for your ideas and hopefully I'll get to them. As for now, enjoy this one shot headcannon! I will make more of these if you request.

Genere : fluff, romantic so-so

Character : stardust cookie

Summary : How I would imagine your first date with this cookie. Enjoy!

A Night to Remember (Stardust) 🌌

/⁠ᐠ: It was summertime, but that didn't matter now. Why? Because you were about to go to space. Outerspace. But, you didn't know that just yet.

You had agreed to the mysterious date request of stardust cookie. You had no idea what to expect , with him leaving you the tiniest hint of explanation:

"Wear this dress, I think it'll look stunning on you."

It was a medium, navy strapless dress with a white cardigan to pair with it. You appreciated the gesture, as it fit you just right. You have been friends since forever. He was the type to know little details about you such as your exact size. You smiled warmly as you made your way out to see him, waiting for you. He smiled back, taking your hand in his as he twirled you in front of him, putting both of his hands around your eyes.

"Stardust?" , you giggled softly.

"Shh, don't worry. I think you can trust me, right?" He said in a soft tone.

You nodded as you walked, relying on his hands to guide you along. You suddenly stop and smell fresh grass and flowers around you. Expecting a garden so late at night, you curiously asked if you could open your eyes. He let his hands away from your face and you stood at the scenery in complete awe.

You weren't sure how he found such a place, but you didn't care either. It was perfect. You had run to the bottom of the staircase that was going into space? Seeing the spaceship at the top made you at a loss for words. Stardust chuckled.

"Not so fast, you really wanna walk up all these stairs?"

A small yelp escaped your mouth as he carried you bridal style up the stairs, flying of course. The waterfalls and flowers on the stairs made you feel special. All of this..for me.

He then took you into the space ship which had an open glass shielded view of the stars that surrounded the atmosphere. A few minutes went by, and you barely noticed how close stardust had gotten to your face, inches away from kissing you before he made full contact. Soft, gentle, and sweet.

"I love you" , were the last words you both exchanged to each other before you spent the rest of your night stargazing, looking for constellations, and discussing a possible future together.

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[fishiwriteiz]

Hi Fishi!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) Can I request a black sapphire cookie X reader fluff pls? ^_^

READING GOSSIPS

Black Sapphire Cookie

Song playing right now.. Stupid Love Song - Morrie

OOC?Black Sapphire Cookie?

SHORT ONESHOT

THIRD POV

Black Sapphire has been busy dealing with Shadow Milk Cookie Commands and Candy Apple Cookie Antics. He finally has some time to be able to see his Spotlight, Black Sapphire had seen his beloved there in shadow of a tree there sitting and reading their [F/B].

Black Sapphire Appears infront of their spotlight before getting their attention by voicing his words out. "Darling, where have you been? I've been searching for you, and it turns out you were here the whole time." Black Sapphire close the space with a gentle kiss on [Y/N] Forehead soon later sat down by the grass beside [Y/N], his hair brushing against their cheek while being accompany him with their reading time. Black Sapphire had decided to talk about their newest gossip, spending time with their spotlight.

AUTHORS NOTE: I wrote this in 2 AM, I'm deeply sorry if this oneshot didn't satisfy your needs and expectations with it. Will edit it if I'm fully awake!! ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

[catbread0]

Cookie Run Kingdom Masterlist

NOT TAKING REQUESTS FOR THIS FANDOM!!!

Pure Vanilla Cookie:

Stories:

A Daymere (Queen! Reader) ♡Part 1♡

All Masterlists

[sleepingdeath-light]

their brood ; 18+

requested by ; dragon anatomy anon (25/05/23)

word count ; 454

content ; sexually explicit content, vaginal sex, breeding kink, knotting, referenced biting kink, some rough parts

fandom ; cookie run

pairing ; pitaya dragon cookie x cis female reader

read also on ; ao3

note ; this was my first experience dealing with ‘knotting’ in a smut piece so i do hope you enjoy it. this was also one of two cr dragon character knotting requests, the other featuring longan, and the second should hopefully be going up in the next week or so — apologies to the anon requested for taking so long with these requests.

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

You never realised just how strong Pitaya Dragon’s desire for a family was until now, and, through all of the pain and pleasure, their determination was almost endearing.

And you’d surely have voiced it if you hadn’t lost your voice and any sort of coherent thought about seven orgasms ago. Now you were only able to focus on a sparse few things: like the feeling of their cold, sharp claws digging into your waist and thighs, lifting you up off of the bed and holding you against them whilst they relentlessly pounded into your spent pussy; like the way the fading bite marks that littered your heaving chest, throat, and stomach stung dully in the back of your mind as you started to mount yet another peak; like the way their lips, rough and hot and desperate, felt as they kissed and licked along your jaw and neck and chest, encircling your hardened nipple and suckling just to coax another hoarse gasp or whimper from your sore throat; like the way their cock stretched you further and further beyond what you thought possible, so large that you were already seeing stars by the second thrust, and how they kept on ramming straight into your g-spot every other movement; like how your eyes started to water and your body tremble as they started to push their swollen knot inside of you — the thickest bump on an already unbearably girthy shaft that you, human and comparably so very fragile, could barely take on its own.

God it was so big. You felt so full, so so full, and yet some distant coherent part of you knew your mate was far from done with you — they needed to make sure their seed stuck, after all, as that was the only way to ensure a successful brood.

So they kept on thrusting and filling and spilling until you were filled to bursting with their cum. Until your thighs, their stomach, and the bed beneath you was soaked with your slick that had just managed to leak out of you before they plugged your entrance with that dreaded knot. Until you’d gone tumbling over the precipice and white hot pleasure had been replaced with a searing pain of overstimulation — too much, too harsh, too full — and they relented at your tenth climax. Until you were well and truly spent and they brought you up to sit on their lap and lean against their chest, refusing to pull out as they stroked your back with a rare gentleness and praised you in that low, private hiss that only you got to hear from them.

‘That’sss it, what a lovely little mate I have. You’ll look ssso pretty carrying our young,’

[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!

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

[lohotine]

Is it alright if I request for Elder Faerie fic..?

Scenario: Elder Faerie spending time with fem!reader and wants to please her, and she suggested that they should make-put but he didn't entirely understand than concept just yet. So, fem!reader initiated to kiss him first and be a (sorta?) soft Dom to him as to not overwhelm him...not too much atleast, but she still overwhelms him a bit by pushing him to being drunk with kisses and craves more (I hope u get what I meant-)

Tysm if u do want to do my request, have a good day/night! <33

AN: He was a farieyyyy-

Elder Faerie x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: None

-Closer Now-

The chirping of birds in an otherwise silent forest, along with a crisp breeze and an abundance of flowers. It was like a scene akin to one in a fairy tale; peaceful.

Sitting with you was none other than Elder Faerie Cookie. "So tell me... how do you ordinary cookies go about showing affection?" He'd ask with the slight tilt of his head.

You thought on the question a bit before responding. "Well, we do many things. Smaller gestures include holding hands or hugging while large gestures include kissing or-" You'd blush slightly at the thought. "Never mind. It's not really important right now.."

"And how does one go about doing these things?"

You smiled at him, placing one of your hands on his chest. "I can show you."

To him, you were absolutely intoxicating. The tender kisses you gave him that took away his breath, and the taste of your lips...

Elder Faerie's face burned at your closeness as you'd leave feathery kisses on his lips.

They were so gentle as you captured his lips with yours.

You placed another hand on his face, gently tilting it to look more towards you. The two of you would pull away for air only to get right back to kissing.

The experience was new to Elder Faerie, but definitely not unwelcomed. He became absolutely addicted to you. His mind clouded with thoughts of only you.

Minutes that felt like an eternity would pass until him and you finished your little makeout-session.

You'd gaze at him with half lidded eye, waiting for his response.

"Would it be too much to ask for us to do this more often...?"

《☆》 Fin

[desiredcaramellatte]

Have a short little one shot I wanted to write of reader challenging Capsaicin to a spicy chili eating competition because ig they had a death wish or something

I wanted to do some practice with oneshots and also write for Capsaicin so yeah, enjoy!

Hope I portrayed him correctly hhh I tried

Your mouth was on fire.

Okay, maybe not on fire, but certainly close.

Maybe it was a bad idea to challenge the cookie literally based on the hottest substance known to a chili-eating competition. Not to mention that fact that Capsaicin’s appetite was rarely ever rivaled- and boy could he scarf it down.

It started out as just a simple chili, nothing too spicy in it, but it had evolved as far as putting a bunch of hot peppers and paprika into the mixture. Capsaicin was perfectly fine with it, even quite happy.

“Come on, aren’t you gonna finish?”

You glanced over, seeing a smirk lacing the demon-like cookie’s features as he watched you. In front of him sat an already empty bowl. The two of you had literally just gotten this serving a minute ago.

You groaned, pushing your own serving away from you. You had only taken a bite of it and it had completely lit up your mouth- you had even chugged the glass of milk you had prepared in case things went this far.

“Aww, no? Guess this means I win.” Capsaicin determined with a look of pride, before reaching over and grabbing your bowl. He tossed the spoon aside, lifting it up into the air with his head tilted back and literally chugging the chili.

“Show off.” You grumbled in response, and Capsaicin laughed once he put the bowl back down.

“There’s a reason I’m known as the Spice Overlord, munchkin. Don’t forget it, either!”

[pilotingdreammsss]

Forgot to say! But thank you for all the support everyone! I didn't think this lil blog (particularly since I've had a very small internet presence otherwise) to kick off. Thank you to all the dedicated anons and non anons, even if I can't do all your requests, I am grateful that people enjoy this blog to come back!

[queen-aluett]

The Bad Ending - as requested by @mimiexe15

prequel to:

“That one! It’s that one right there!”

You took a long deep breath and pointed to the last sheep in the row. Panicked, you looked over to Shadow Milk Cookie and smiled awkwardly. “Well uh… how did I do?”

He returned your awkward smile and then shook a finger at you. “Tsk tsk… Oh, Y/N, you really should’ve listened to the whispers of deceit…” You looked at him in fear. “S-so… I got it… wrong…” He laughed at you “Yep! See? You get it! Oh, come now!” Shadow Milk noticed your fearful shaking and crying. “Oh you poor thing, don’t you cry!” He wiped a tear from your cheek and held your shoulders as if reassuring a good friend. “I’m sure you’ll make a great puppet! Maybe as a consolation prize I’ll let you pick out your outfit for your debut performance! Now then…” He snapped his fingers and you curled up into a ball. “Ready to be my playmate?”

Before you could get any noises out, you felt strings bind your ankles. You looked up to see puppet strings from the depths in your closet, and only one sheep remaining. The sheep just stared at you with an ominous glare and let out a bleat. The strings began to drag you into the closet as Shadow Milk Cookie followed. “NO, PLEASE! WAIT! I- I DON’T WANNA BE A PUPPET! PLEASE SPARE ME!” Shadow Milk would laugh at you, “No? You don’t wanna? But the game was your decision, my dear, and this is your punishment for losing.” Another set of strings would bind your wrists as you tried to hang on to the opening of your closet. You began to try to scream for help, not like anyone would hear anyways, but still. “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME! PLEASE! I DONT WANT THIS PLEASE JUST- JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!”

He once again shook his finger at you. You began to feel your legs go numb. As you looked at them, you saw they were beginning to transform, and you looked back at Shadow Milk Cookie, who was laughing. “Oh, now now, is that anyway to speak to your master?” You tried with all your might to get out as the transformation went up to your waist now. “You’re not my master…” you hissed. He just kept laughing. “Awww, sure, keep telling yourself that. But in the meantime…” He placed his foot on top of your forehead. “You have to go and make your grand entrance, so no complaints, no screams, no cries, and no buts! You’ll learn your place soon enough, puppet.”

The way he spoke the word “puppet” was cruel and strict with gritted teeth, almost like a hiss. He kicked you into your closet as your strings dragged you down, down, down into a void of blue.

You were now his puppet. You had no purpose but to play and dance with him and his other victims. There’s no turning back, there’s no escape, and that’s all you are, Y/N…

A mere puppet…

forever…

and ever…

Go on, puppet, give them a show~!

[kohuruki]

{𝙈𝙊𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙉 𝘼𝙐}

ʚ { YOU MADE AN PRANK ON HIM } ɞ

ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̽‿̩͙‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̽‿̩͙‿̩͙‿̩̩̽‿̩͙‿̩͙‿̩̩̽‿̩͙‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̽‿̩͙‘⸊ˎ

You have Bf [ boyfriend ] in parfedia,, so you decided to prank him because he doesn't always pay attention for you that much.. You decided that you needed help from your friends so you asked [ bestfriend name 1 ] and [ bestfriend name 2 ] to help you out.. The plan was simple. Add some blood or...strawberry juice around it. But.. It will not look realistic so.. You have to hurt yourself and bleeded.

[ bestfriend 1 ] :: "𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳..?"

[ bestfriend 2 ] ::"𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙮/𝙣.. "

𝘠/𝘯 [𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘕𝘈𝘔𝘌] :: "𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙠. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙙𝙮! 𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙜𝙪𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚..! "

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥. 𝘠/𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵.. 𝘈𝘯 𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘠/𝘯.. 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦

[𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥]

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭.

\ *𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙡..* /

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱..

[ 𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ] :: "𝗼𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲... !! 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀.. "

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥.. 𝘞𝘩𝘺.. 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵.. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦..

𝖸/𝗇 ::" 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙩..? "

[ 𝗇𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ] ::" 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝟭𝟳 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗮 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝟯 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀.. "

𝗒/𝗇 ::"... 𝗢𝗸.. 𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗧- 𝗔𝗡 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥!?.. 𝟯 𝗠𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗛𝗦!? "

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖧𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾��𝗇, 𝖢𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗆𝖺𝗌, 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌,𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖺𝗋𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗉𝗋𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺.. 𝘎𝘰𝘴𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨..

[ 𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 ] ::" 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚.."

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵.. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦.. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦-𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸..

╞═════𖠁💜𖠁═════╡

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘶𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦-𝘸𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵..

𝖯𝗋𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗂𝖼𝖾 ::"𝗹-𝗹𝘂𝘃?.. "

𝖸/𝗇 ::"...𝘄-𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂..?"

𝘗𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸.. 𝘚𝘢𝘥..

𝖯𝗋𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗂𝖼𝖾 ::"... 𝗗-𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝗲.. "

𝖸/ 𝗇 ::" 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝘂𝗽𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁.. 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲.. "

𝘏𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴..

𝖯𝗋𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗂𝖼𝖾 ::"𝗶-𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗲..? 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿?.. "

𝖸/𝗇 ::"𝘀-𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗺𝗲𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱 "𝗽𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗲"... 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗜 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗲𝘀.. "

𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒.. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗈���𝗍𝗅𝗒..

{ 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍... }

𝖯𝗋𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗂𝖼𝖾 ::"... 𝗢-𝗼𝗸.. 𝗙𝗶𝗻𝗲..𝗶 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗼 𝗻-𝗻𝗼𝘄.. 𝗕𝘆-𝗯𝘆𝗲.. "

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵.. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺..

𝖸/𝗇 ::"𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗮.. "

𝘏𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 "𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬" 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥.. 𝘍𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴.. 𝘈𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 .. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱..? 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺.. 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘶𝘵.. 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥.. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬.. 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦.. 𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶..

𝖯𝗋𝗎𝗇𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗂𝖼𝖾 ::" 𝗱-𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 ..𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 .. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗲.. "

𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝖻𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝖺𝗋. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗈.. 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝖾

𝖸/𝗇 ::" 𝗳-𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲.. 𝗜𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝘂𝘃.. "

𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 .. 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄

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I truly love and appreciate your writing for this little series, it’s kinda slowly motivating me to want to make a comic out of it

Thanks again! ✨

Follow up for Nutmeg Tiger and Male Reader where reader is trying his new life with the chains and has Nutmeg Tiger help him with stuff he can’t do on his own anymore

Nutmeg Tiger had become busy with newer responsibilities ever since you were chained in those blazing hot cuffs. She helped raise your arms, pick up rocks from the deserts you both walked across, raise up shields to protect you two from stray monsters. She knew that the land being traveled was unforgiving, and only having one pair of hands for two cookies was tiresome, but what else was she meant to do? Holding you close on the desert nights, Nutmeg Tiger rests her head on yours, reminding herself that your sacrifice was for her sake. No matter the problem, big or small, she refuses to go from your side, and to aid you in your darkest moments.