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yanderecookierunkingdom · 3 months

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Six becomes Five

Prologue | Part 2

As his head busted through the rift, his grin wide, Shadow Milk Cookie had never felt so alive. The world that he'd been refused and trapped from for so many years was now his once more.

Gazing down at the Cookies below, his grin stretched wider than ever. Oh, an audience!

"I am SO terribly sorry to have kept you waiting!!! Your favorite trickster is here!" He cackled, voice ringing through the air. The dark power of the void behind him swirling.

His eyes scan over the group once more, and then he spotted a Cookie he'd so desperately longed to see.

You, oh you. You looked as amazing as the day he lost you. So much had changed about you, but as his eyes landed on the Soul Jam resting on your neck, shining brilliantly in his presence, he knew it was you.

"Shadow Milk Cookie.." You muttered his name, and his heart leaped with joy. You remembered him, oh that was wonderful!

His Soul Jam shined in tandem with yours, pulsing with familiarity. Despite everything, the familiar magics wanted nothing more than to reach out and mingle once more. You and Shadow Milk Cookie had always been the closest, after all.

He was your favorite trickster, after all!

"Wait, you know this Cookie?" One of the smaller Cookies asked you, his eyes wide. "Is that why you didn't want to come here, Reader Cookie?"

...Reader Cookie?

Reader Cookie?

Reader Cookie?!

"READER COOKIE?!" Shadow Milk Cookie bellowed, rage filling him. Slamming his hands against the bark of the silver tree, he began to push himself further out. "THEY MADE YOU CHANGE YOUR NAME?! THEM MAKING YOU TURN ON US WASN'T ENOUGH?!"

You shuddered, taking a stance in front of the others. You spread your arms as you narrowed your eyes up at him. "I never turned on you! You let power and greed consume you, Shadow Milk Cookie!"

"NO!" His hands slam against the bark of the tree once more, and he began to push his body out more and more. His grin was still wide, but it was now manic and strained. "THEY TURNED YOU AGAINST US! I KNOW THEY DID!"

"Reader Cookie-"

"SPARKLING JOY COOKIE IS THEIR NAME!! SPARKLING JOY COOKIE!!!"

Elder Faeire Cookie hesitated before continuing. "Do you know this Beast?"

You merely continued to watch Shadow Milk Cookie force his way out of the tree. ".. I used to."

"He was a friend, once."

Just as you finished your sentence, Shadow Milk Cookie forced himself out of the tree, and the void behind the seal shrieked and cackled. Monstrous eyes glared and glowed, the same blue that was your former friend.

As he looked down at you all, he raised his hands. "Finally, freedom! Free to put on my shows, my acts, my performances!"

Without a second thought, a familiar scepter formed in your hand, and you pointed it towards the Beast. "Behind me."

Mercurial Knight Cookie merely brandished his spear, hovering beside you. "You will not battle him alone."

You faltered briefly, and in the knight's place, for a moment, you saw Burning Spice Cookie. Shaking your head, you looked back up towards Shadow Milk Cookie as he and his monsters lunged.

Without a second thought, magic swirled around your form, and you were your former giant size once more. You lurched forward, and your former's friend's hands latched unto your scepter. Both of you grit your teeth, magic beginning spark wildly.

Dark blue magic, like the ocean and dark night skies, mixed with your constant changing and radiant magic. The majority of the sparks clashed and shot against each other, while a few stray ones intermingled, desperate to feel familiarity once more.

"What.. are you.. doing?!" Shadow Milk Cookie asked, voice straining. "Don't tell me they.. still have you under control!?"

"There was never.. any control to begin with!" You snarled, pushing back against him.

"Reader Cookie!" Pure Vanilla Cookie cried up to you. "What are you doing?!"

"Buying you.. time!" You grunted. With a rough shove and some magic help, you shoved Shadow Magic Cookie against the tree. "Now go!"

"But-!"

"GO!" You commanded, voice echoing with your magic.

The group had no choice but to follow the order, with Pure Vanilla Cookie sending a mournful look your way before following. The shadowy monsters following after them.

You huffed, backing away from Shadow Milk Cookie. He looked at you, eyes narrow. "I'll help you remember. I'll make you realize all the good that'll come from this, Sparkling Joy Cookie."

You pointed your scepter at him. "Let's see how long those delusions last, Shadow Milk Cookie."

Potential PV Cookie x Reader for this? Who knows!

#yandere shadow milk cookie #yandere crk #yandere cookie run kingdom #cosmos constellations #series: six becomes five

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chingfuiisalive · 7 months

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Imagine imposter sagau where they destroy the core inside you leaving you dead inside. You somehow got back to your world and see a app called cookie run kingdom. Since you still have the trauma you want to scroll away but something tells you not to so you decide to download it. And the game often you your past self and turning you away from depression but also genshin you indeed noticed but decided to keep it that way. Also you started to get hints of this so called baker which give you flashbacks but this one only mentions little about it like in the ancient times there someone called baker .

From pure vanilla cookie

“The baker is always keeping a watch of all of us I always tried my best to please them it seem to work sometimes which I’m grateful for”

Which you feel way better than genshin voice lines about creater.

Meanwhile in genshin impact

Chaos happen without you they can’t do anything except breathing and staring and talk a bit which they wish you came back even tho they knew what they did to you. Until they somehow hack to see what you been spending your time at . Which they feel replaced when they see another app similar to them . Which you spend way more often at.

One day you somehow got teleport to crk you felt scared because what if they thought you are the imposter but your fear went away once pure vanilla cookie assure you and the other cookies they won’t do the same mistake as them.

Soo any ideas you want me to write this with?

I’m happy to accept any of cookie run kingdom ideas! 😄

#yandere genshin x you #yandere!genshin #yandere genshin au #genshin sagau #yan genshin x reader #diluc x reader #yandere zhongli #yandere #cookie run kingdom x reader #yandere crk #yandere cookie run

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murder-cookie-dust393 · 8 months

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I just wanna see from the other cookies perspective witnessing Yan! Ancient Cookies fighting over MC.

Yan! PV, Dark Cacao and Hollyberry: “shouting and fighting over MC”

Crunchy Chip, Wildberry and Gingerbrave: 👁👄👁

"You don't understand Dark Cacao- I need them to feel happy again!"

"Excuse me? At least you have cookies you can trust- I need them to survive."

"You guys are straight up buffoons! You can't even treat them like another cookie!"

...

"I don't know what's wrong with Pure Vanilla!"

"My king holds some sanity unlike yours!"

"...Her majesty at least holds more dignity than both of yours."

...

Golden Cheese: "I'm not even existing yet-"

#yandere x reader #cookie run #crk #cookie run kingdom #yandere cookie run #cookie run x reader #crk x reader #yandere crk #yandere #blurbs #hollyberry cookie #pure vanilla cookie #dark cacao cookie #dark cacao cookie x reader

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scramblescrew · 27 days

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Request by: 🌱(seed) Anon!

Self-Aware Yandere Ancients and Beasts with male Y/N

Background:

It was a normal Thursday evening and Y/N was out for a walk when they got a notification on their phone. They check it and there was a new update to Cookie Run Kingdom that came out, The Silver kingdom/Beast-Yeast update. The boy was very excited to download the update and get to see all of the new characters, lands, and other features to play with. Y/N hadn’t been this excited since “The Heroes of Dark Cacao” update! Y/N had to admit, The Ancients as well as The Cookies of Darkness were awesome! Y/N thought as he happily jogged home and booted up the game!

After downloading, Y/N saw the beautiful new menu screen, with soft greens and silvers, the new faerie guardians and Pure Vanilla Cookie along the bottoms corners of the screen. But finally, Y/N noticed her, White Lily Cookie! It seemed like forever that he wished that WLC would be added to the game as more than quick appearances and today was the day she probably would!

Ancient Cookies:

Y/N loaded into his kingdom and scrolled around, getting Gems and other things before he finally got White lily Cookie- HE HAD ALL OF THE ANCIENTS! it took awhile but Y/N did it. though... after WLC appeared in his kingdom, he noticed: All of the Ancients suddenly stop moving and look up at him, a normal animation, if it wasn’t for them refusing to move, look away, or the fact that they all started smiling sadistically. Y/N tried to pick them all up and move them so they’d move on but the Ancients weren’t able to be picked up like the rest? Suddenly, Y/N's phone got really cold, like- FRIGID cold! when Y/N tried to put his phone down out of slight fear and concern, five pairs of arms pulled Y/N into the screen, Y/N passing through it and landing on soft ground. Y/N rubbed his head as he tried to get up, his eyes seeing the Lily Garden he had made for PVC and WLC, as well as 5 towering beings surrounding him- The Five Ancient Cookies.... "Our precious baker..." The bond yet motherly voice of HollyBerry Cookie spoke before pulling Y/N up into a strong, safe embrace as the other four started either hugging or carressing your hair and face. "We finally have you here at last, love!" the other spoke, seeming trying to be in unison as Y/N, Now...Y/N Cookie, relaxed into the loving embrace and closed his eye, "You're safe here, Y/N Cookie. and if anyone tries to take you from us..." GCC started, "We'll do whatever it takes to get you back, even if it means crumbling the whelps that get in our way..." Dark Cacao Cookie finished

The Five Beasts:

Y/N logged into his kingdom and started playing through Beast-Yeast, stopping at some points to watch videos on the story (You spoil-sport). After weeks of on-and-off playing, you got to the part where you meet Shadow Milk Cookie and the rest of the Beasts. Though it was strange, while the beasts appeared on screen when talking, their eyes were on you…..this wasn’t normal, so you turned off the game and restarted the level-…same thing. Then- the screen went black and a familiar blue diamond shaped eye, an upside down heart, an ivory diamond, red diamond, and what seemed to be a purple arrowhead appeared on screen. You were freaked out a bit as you tried to shut off the game to no avail.

Out of nowhere, blue text appeared on screen below the blue eye,

“We’ve heard so much about you, Our little baker, and we agree that you need to be with us forever!~”

“Don’t even try to escape, it’ll be futile in the end…”

It was undeniably freaky that this was happening. ‘Little baker? Excuse me, OUR?’ Thoughts spun around your head before a black and blue shepherds hook (cane used to pull people off stage in theatre) hooked around your neck and pulled you into and through the screen.

“Don’t worry, love, we’ll take such good care of you~ you won’t have to worry about ANYONE taking you away from us~”

#cr kingdom #yandere cookie run #yandere crk #yandere dark cacao #yandere golden cheese cookie #yandere hollyberry cookie #yandere pure vanilla cookie #yandere crk x reader #crk x reader #yandere shadow milk cookie #yandere eternal sugar cookie #yandere red spice cookie #yandere silent salt cookie #yandere mystic flour cookie

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shmolish · 9 days

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Oh, I have an idea for the Shadow Milk cookie And you can add yandere and Hypnotism. Please and then I liked it.

Please Here the plot:

A Shadow Milk cookie comes out of the tree. And Pure Vanilla Cookie and friends, including T/N Cookie. Shadow Milk cookie watched everyone, but he saw you and watched you for so long that he wanted to make you his. After that, Pure Vanilla Cookie and friends, and you They ran away, and you ran away in the other direction. After that, she found herself in a beautiful forest, vwhere there are beautiful flowers. T/N Cookie didn't know how it got here, maybe it's lies Shadow Milk cookie, no?

After that, she took a book about the plant and read, soon she read it and saw some kind of apple tree, but the apples were blue. She decided to look in a book about blue apples, but it didn't say. She decides to come closer to see it, but a Shadow Milk cookie appears and offers to eat this fruit, but she refuses to do so, then Shadow Milk cookie uses hypnosis to get her to eat this fruit. Then she eats this fruit and she doesn't feel well, eyes T/N Cookie After that, her heart turns blue and His eyes were blue. Shadow Milk cookie picked it up and decided to make it his own.

AN: MY FRIENDS ARE YELLING IN THE VC AND I CAN'T FOCUS.

Shadow Milk x Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Yandere, hypnotism

-At Last-

"Ah! Doesn't this air just feel... divine?"

Shadow Milk had just broken out of the seal and was staring everybody down... until he locked eyes with you.

As you'd gaze into his now hazy eyes, you could see a crazed smile appeared on his face. His entire mind was clouded with thoughts of you and only you. Your eyes, your body, you soul, everything.

"Oh, has my little doll come to visit me~?" Shadow Milk Cookie would move behind you, snaking a hand around your waist.

"What- no get off of me!" You push him off of you, and you can see a glint of frustration appear in his eyes.

Then, he'd smile. His maniac laughter began to fill the scene, sending a chill down your spine.

"Everyone, it would be best if we retreated for now!" Pure Vanilla called out.

The others would nod and quickly fled from the scene, including you.

Everything was so hectic. Walls would start to crumble and screams of terror filled the kingdom.

Eventually, you'd find yourself in a forest, far away from everyone. You must have gotten separated in the chaos.

A panic soon set in and you'd look around desperately for an exit, but the more you'd look around, the more you could admire your surroundings.

It was a beautiful forest. Flowers of all kinds would surround you, and the moonlight peaked through the leafy canopies above.

It was so... mesmerizing. A wave of calm washed over you and you sat down near a bed of flowers.

Something about this forest just pulled you in. It was so peaceful... maybe a bit too peaceful.

For just a fleeting moment... you wondered if it was all a lie. It all seemed too good to be true. Maybe Shadow Milk had set this all up to catch you off guard.

Then you saw something peculiar in the distance.

It seemed to be an ordinary tree bearing fruits. It would stand in solitude in the center of an opening, and the moon seemed to highlight it's every feature.

The fruits in question were apples; blue apples. You had never seen anything quite like it. It got you curious, so you took out an old book about a variety of plants. You searched and you searched, but there was nothing on this strange flora in front of you.

Working up some confidence, you'd step closer to the tree.

You just gazed absent mindedly at the strange fruit until shadows around you began to warp.

From them appeared a familiar face:

Shadow Milk Cookie.

"It's so good to see you again, my love!" He'd say while happily twirling you around.

He'd only stop to see exactly what you had been looking at prior to his appearance.

"Oh, so you found this old thing?" He picked one of the apples from the tree and held it out to you. "It's a beauty, right? Why don't you try one?" He continued to smile, holding out the blue apple.

"No way, I'm not eating that," You'd say, pushing the fruit back towards him. A scowl appeared on your face as you continued to glare at Shadow Milk.

"But doll.." He'd get closer to you, grabbing your chin with one of his hands and forcing you to look upon him.

"You really should eat it."

You'd continue to gaze into his eyes, which you swore got just a little bit brighter.

The world around you all became a blur. All sounds, except the beating of your own heart, had been muted.

The ground beneath your feet didn't feel solid anymore. You felt as if you could fall at any second, yet you felt so chained down at the same time.

Shadow Milk would gently trace your face with his finger, still holding out the apple, though slowly proding it closer and closer to you.

Every one of your senses where focused solely on the apple, and you'd mindlessly take hold of it.

Without even realizing, you had taken a bite of it before quickly dropping it and coming to your senses.

The damage had already been done though. The world was still a blur, but instead of focusing on the apple, your mind had become clouded with thoughts of him.

"Aww look at you~ I always knew blue suited you best, my little doll! Now we match."

Your heartbeat rang in your ears, and your whole world felt as if it were spiraling.

Shadow Milk would admire this fragile being, gently tracing a finger over every one of thier features. He had waited for so long to claim ownership of what he had rightfully declared his, and now he has finally done it.

Even if they'd sway, it was only because they had not yet become used to the side effects. Carefully, Shadow Milk Cookie would take them in his arms and carry them away to some secluded corner of the world.

He just couldn't risk anybody else seeing you! And it's not like you needed to see anyone else either. Your heart belonged to him now. It beat to keep you alive just as it beat to keep him alive.

He was never going to let you leave, since what Shadow Milk Cookie wants, Shadow Milk Cookie gets.

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itsabouttimex2 · 7 months

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Yandere Father Dark Cacao Cookie

You aren’t in your room. You never are. Even with the new locks and chains, you always find a way to break out and slink through his castle.

Just because you aren’t where you belong doesn’t mean he doesn’t know where to find you, though.

He treks through the cold, uninviting halls of his castle, storming straight to the room of his “estranged” son, throwing the door open with fury in his eyes.

“I am getting entirely too used to hunting you down, and I-“

He cuts himself off when he sees you, because your condition right now switches his fury to concern.

He stalks closer, observing your trembling form as you curl under Dark Choco’s old blankets, every inch of your dough shivering without stop. He comes close enough to reach out and touch you, clicking his tongue as he does.

“Foolish child… you should have come to me at once.”

He pulls you out of his son’s long abandoned blankets, wrapping you up in his fur-lined cape instead. He takes your shivering form into his arms, lifting you easily off the bed. You’re entirely too easy to carry, and he wonders if you’ve been getting enough to eat recently. There’ll be time to amend that later.

He carries you back to your room, watching as you quake with each of his steps.

“Hiding away in your brother’s room instead of informing me of your illness… reckless, foolhardy child.” His tone is one of scolding, hard and cold. He puts particular emphasis onto illness, and you know exactly why.

He’s seen countless friends and comrades fall to the freezing cold of this land, dough cracked and split by the temperature. His own child, his remaining child, will not be one of the casualties of winter.

His thinking might be a bit extreme for what’s probably a minor illness that’ll pass in a few days, but to him? Safe is better than sorry. Safe is better than burying a child. Safe is better than losing the last of his family.

He steps into your room, his eyes narrowing at the picture on your nightstand. It’s Dark Choco, elegant frame decorated with white and black lace. Next to it is a picture of Caramel Arrow, feathers and bowstrings tangling around the frame.

You still miss them. Of course you do. Without them, you’re locked up all alone in this palace, your door hung with heavy locks and chains. You had long learned to pick them, but the fact that they were there was more than bad enough on it’s own. But your father was not willing to compromise your safety to satiate your desire for freedom.

He bundles you under the thick wolf-fur blanket on your bed, then retrieves another from your dresser, giving you two heavy layers of warmth. He doesn’t seem satisfied with those alone, but doesn’t push the matter. All he does is…

Reach out, and brush your hair from your face. You lean your cheek into the palm of his hardened hand, and he spends a moment dragging his thumb in circles around your cheek, savoring the contact.

He’s not the best father. But there’s no denying that he loves you. Maybe a little too much.

#Platonic Yandere #Platonic Yandere CRK #Yandere CRK #yandere cookie run #yandere cookie run kingdom #yandere father #yandad #yandere dark cacao cookie #platonic yandere dark cacao cookie

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yandere-loveer · 3 months

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Hi uhm firt request so this may be a little all over the place and I apologize for that but could you do aa yandere prune juice cookie it can be as hardcore or soft as you like I just feel like he is very underrated yandere wise

✶﹐✨️﹒yandere prune juice cookie concept!

✶﹒┊I find this request curious, really. I feel like this character deserves more recognition and more potential to be a yandere.

✶﹒┊Warnings: Forced relationship, obsession, manipulation, stalking, unhealthy jealousy, yandere, reader!fem

★﹒This one is really unfortunate, but we love him.

★ ﹒His personality is difficult to deal with, since he is somewhat egocentric or also try to socialize more deeply with this cookie. He is mostly dedicating his time to making his potions and no one bothers him, that's clear.

★﹒In order to meet him, we have to think of two simple situations that first you should be in the same institute or if you are in one of the other institutes you were able to meet him at the big Triple Cone Cup event. But if we are guided by the first option, there may be a lot.

★ ﹒And God, how did you get the attention of this cookie? .... The truth is, he has a somewhat high ego, what you could do was raise it further with your words of admiration when you saw his skills when creating potions. Also if at one point they become closer make it feel enough. What if he is someone without his potions.

★ ﹒His infatuation with him towards you is not immediate, it takes time until he realizes that your company is not annoying like that of other cookies.

★﹒I can tell you that every time time passes your infatuation becomes an obsession that is sick and suffocating. You can tell when you talk to the other students at the institute.

★ ﹒When you talk to someone, you can feel Prune Juice's gaze from far away while he sold his potions to one of the students. And when he gets angry it's not pretty, his eyes can be seen better and he doesn't transmit any good vibes.

★ ﹒But he doesn't show his emotions that much about it, so at least he doesn't take it out on you but on the other cookie you talked about at that time.

★ ﹒You can tell if he has a cute side that if you have an outing together he is very detailed, calculating and careful. That's why he demonstrates it at the event. But if you're going to have a good time with him.

★ ﹒It is also believed that he is someone who is manipulative when he wants to generate trust, he uses that with you and one of the cookies of which one you have a friendship with. I see that little by little it makes you generate insecurity regarding your friendships because of the words of Prune Juice Cookie.

★ ﹒If he has to eliminate someone he will always use his potions at every moment of the day, so when it is something dark he may use manipulation to attract said cookie that is related to you and if he drinks his potions without seeing . I assure you that you will not see that cookie again. That's good, there's more time for Prune Juice and you admire his skills!

★ ﹒I think I could still create enough time to stalk you and see how you are despite being so focused on his potions and see that they never lack it. But you are an exception to him and look away from him to his talent to see you.

★ ﹒But I don't see it possible for him to resort to murder, he uses his intelligence more to obtain what he needs. I also don't see it possible with the issue of kidnapping you to have you by his side, it would be suspicious if you disappeared, but the idea seems tempting...

★ ﹒Maybe I don't think he can do much about the kidnapping, if he can knock you unconscious and everything. But that can apply some physical force and he's not that strong of a cookie. But it is his hands when mixing to create his potions.

★ ﹒I see a somewhat absurd but fun situation to keep you by his side if we leave aside the manipulation. I think he could create a potion especially so that you have his eyes on him and don't think about others, he would love how you would look at him with eyes full of love like he has for you.

★ ﹒Unfortunately his only obstacle later if we talk after the Triple Cone Cup event, his new friends can see his not so normal love. But he's going to fix it. He doesn't want to let you go, so worship him, appreciate him and spend time with him making potions together!

#yandere #yandere cookie run #cookie run kingdom #yandere cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #headcanon #cookie run #prune juice cookie #prune juice cookie x reader #yandere prune juice cookie #yandere crk

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sleepingdeath-light · 10 months

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yandere hcs ; stardust cookie

requested by ; anonymous (23/05/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | super epic

character(s) ; stardust cookie

outline ; “yandere stardust cookie headcannons? also your writing is so addicting I keep coming back and rereading all your fics lol”

warning(s) ; unhealthy obsessive behaviours, implied acts of violence, possessive stardust cookie, yandere stardust cookie, stalking

stardust spent the vast majority of his life drifting through the cold and unforgiving void of space — of course he had the stars for company but there are only so many one sided conversations one can have with the cosmos before something snaps

he’d come to the city of wizards seeking answers then companionship then vengeance once he became aware of his origins — and it was through that chaos and anger and fear that he met you

patient, protective, fragile you — a mortal no stronger than a twig yet holding a heart worth far more than its weight in platinum or gold

someone who helped to talk him down from the edge of his mania, who spoke in a voice that rung as bright as galaxies and as warm as the light of a thousand distant stars

you were so familiar despite never having met before — you felt like the cosmos and the void and the life held within, you felt like home

both the home he’d known his whole life and the home he’d been searching for as long as he could breathe in that breathless ocean of stars

he didn’t want to hurt you, to lose you, so then he started to listen — to fold in his wings and retreat his talons until he was human again

human enough, at least

went through all of the necessary motions: fusing with his other half, protecting the city from his attack, apologising and offering his service as an apology

and your companions — but most vitally you — believed him, or at least believed him enough to mostly take him at his word

he promised to keep his distance and help moonlight with her mission of protecting the city and rebuilding it to its former glory and bid you all farewell — biting back his grimace as moon started sighing dreamily about the ocean and it’s song

but he couldn’t stop thinking about you

during the day he was haunted by the brightness of your eyes and the warmth of your hug, ghosts of your fingertips brushing against his spine as he patrolled the ruins of the city from above

and at night your voice tormented him — the tinkling of your laughter morphing into your screams of terror from during his attack, played on repeat like some twisted record that he couldn’t shake or erase

he rarely slept most nights because of it

staying up at night, your face tattooed on the insides of his eyelids — teasing him with how present yet out of reach you were

it had been a month of moon pestering him and him brushing her off before he snapped and tracked you down one night

he’d found you in no time at all, having tracked you with his old friends’ aid (nobody hides from the stars, after all), and he lost his nerve the moment he saw you

asleep, vulnerable and peaceful — completely aware of the entity looming over your resting body

he was torn between taking you then and leaving you be because you were just so… beautiful when you were at rest

beautiful like nature, like the stars, like nebulas, like spiralling galaxies and like everything he’d known and loved — yet you still somehow eclipsed them all

he decided to leave you be

watching over you until the break of dawn, at which point he swiftly took flight and returned to the city before moonlight cookie even realised he was gone

(not that she ever did, all she did most days was sleep and stare out at the ocean)

he goes back the next night

and the next

…

he never does anything to you, though, he’d never dream of hurting you — doesn’t even think he could — he just watches you sleep

watches you smile and shuffle around

listens to you sigh and murmur and snore and breath

the most he’s ever done is brush some hair out of your face and lay beside you and listen to you breathe — revelling in the way you subconsciously snuggled closer to him and feeling warmth blossom in his chest at the way you buried your face in his neck

like you knew he was there

like you wanted him to be there

(of course you didn’t, though, you were asleep, but that didn’t stop his mind from wandering)

(from hoping)

and this little routine of his continues for months at a time — him trailing you and laying beside you as you go about your journey, blissfully unaware that you’re being followed

and he never gives you the slightest hint that he’s there, he’s not ready yet, he’s content as an observer

until him

until he stops by earlier than usual after you’ve just drifted off to sleep, face buried in the pillow of an inn that you’d stopped by for the night — your friends sleeping around you, piled in beds and sleeping bags and all so comfortable looking

he almost envied the simplicity

almost

and he didn’t intend to hurt him, but he could hear him from the window ledge of your assigned room

hear his crude remarks about you

about your body, your mouth, how you’d sound

and it infuriated him — bringing out a side of him that he had tried to keep contained since he almost destroyed the city of wizards

and suddenly he’s all wings and talons and teeth as he lures the drunkard outside with the promise of a good lay and good booze — an easier lie than he’d like to admit

he tortures the man until the break of day and brings back one of his ribs to keep safe in his home — a reminder of his role as your protector

(self assigned, of course)

what remained of him wasn’t even recognisable as human — no body to bury except for fragments and smears

and you were none the wiser

nobody talks that way about you — his light, his heart, his home, his you — not the drunk, nor a musician, nor a duke nor a king nor a god

they didn’t deserve you, none of them did

he didn’t either, not really, but that didn’t stop him from coming back

from hoping that one day you’d be able to accept him wholly

to love him

to adore him

to covet him

to want him

not yet — he wasn’t ready — but some day, and he was willing to wait as long as it took

because you were worth it

because he had nothing but time

because he couldn’t imagine a life without you in it

because you were his even if you didn’t realise it yet

his stars, his void, his nebula, his supernova, his everything and more

… if only he could bring himself to finally say it to your face rather than just whispering his affections to the endless night sky

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #yandere hcs #yandere x reader #yandere crk x reader #yandere crk #yandere cookie run #yandere cookie run x reader #yandere stardust cookie x reader #stardust cookie x reader #cookie run x reader #crk x reader

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yandere--stuck · 2 years

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Vampire Cookie inviting you over for a little get-together, just you and him. In the relaxed atmosphere of his abode, he's able to coax you into trying some "juice" he had made for this special occasion. Please, just a taste, for him?

Of course, just a taste isn't actually enough. He insists on you finishing your glass. Actually, how about another glass? C'mon! It's not like it'll hurt anything. Plus, he made it just for you! It's not often that Vampire actually puts any effort into anything, you not indulging in the fruits of his labor would just break his poor heart!

The smile on his face when he saw you drinking his concoction only grew as you complained of feeling tired and dizzy, your body growing heavy and the world beginning to make less sense. Vampire helps you down to lay back on his couch, cuddling up beside you, praising and cooing to you as he pressed soft kisses all over.

It'd be so easy to keep you like this, mind compliant and dizzy, with a steady stream of his specially-made potion. Who could dare say that love was difficult? Vampire had you in his grasp now and forever without putting too much work in - his love for you just came that easily.

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yoshimura110 · 10 months

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#yandere cookie run #yandere x reader #yandere crk #yandere cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom x reader #yandere red velvet cookie

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yanderecookierunkingdom · 3 months

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Six becomes Five

Inspired by @brittle-doughie and his few works about the 5 Beasts! The ones were the reader being a part of their group caught my eye, so have this!

Part 1

You were Compassion, brilliant, and beautiful. You aided the Cookies in their times of need, when they needed you most. Helping them up to their feet, using your powers to heal them, to soothe arguments. Your friends were once like that too.

Shadow Milk Cookie loved to put on plays for the Cookies, and have them join in. He'd always give you one of the main parts alongside him. It was only fair!

Burning Spice Cookie was always so valiant in defending them, with Silent Salt Cookie by his side. The two were nigh unstoppable, and with you near to always heal any wounds, they really were.

Eternal Sugar Cookie would often join you in aiding the common Cookies, always lounging on her cloud. She always made a spot for you, though. Mystic Flour Cookie would tag along too, going on and on about things seen. It always made you smile.

Until.. something changed.

You didn't notice it at first. It was subtle things, especially whenever you weren't around. Being cruel and hateful towards the Cookies, seeing them as lesser. For not having the power baked and blessed into you six.

You only saw it all too late when your comrades gleefully recounted all that they had done during one of your meetup sessions. You were briefly in shock before shakily congratulating them. You didn't want to anger them. You couldn't take all five of them at once in a fight..

However, you didn't need to wait long. Your Creators, the Witches, soon saw this and upon seeing you untouched by greed and corruption, asked for you help.

Mournfully, you agreed.

You called them all to the spot, saying you had a dance you wanted to show them. A special one, just for their eyes. It was difficult getting them in the exact spots, but once you did..

The Forks fell, trapping them one by one. You continued your dance until the sapling of the Silver Tree was planted, where you then bowed to them.

None of them could understand. Why would you betray them?

Why were you walking away?!

"COME BACK, YOU CAN'T LEAVE!"

For so long following that fateful day, you tried to stay there in Beast-Yeast, but it wasn't possible. Many of the remaining Cookies, that were the Faeire Cookies, couldn't bare to live there any longer.

So you said a mournful goodbye, and led the Cookies that wanted a new home to a new home. Crispia, you decided it would be called. Once many Cookies began to settle, you turned and left. You couldn't bare the thought of becoming like one of the Beasts, so you secluded yourself, changed yourself.

Your divine appearance, your name, everything. Once a Cookie representing Compassion, now you were a mere shadow of yourself. The only thing that stood constant was your Soul Jam, now a beautiful amulet around your neck instead of attached to your clothes.

It was the one thing you couldn't part with, no matter how hard you tried.

You rebuilt yourself. Made new friends, connections, loved ones.

Until the day came.

You had to return to that land to find White Lily Cookie. You didn't want to, but for the sake of the world, you had to.

Oh, it had all gone so terribly wrong. White Lily Cookie had awakened, you had your reunion with the Faeires, and then the Seal began to undo. Try as anyone might, it couldn't be resealed.

And from the rift.. came Shadow Milk Cookie.

Without a single thought, you put yourself between the group and him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but when he spotted you, his pupils went wide.

After so long of being trapped, hidden away by the seal and vines, Eternal Sugar Cookie's constant wailings about you being tricked, manipulated, or brainwashed had gotten to all the Beasts. It was the only explanation, it had to be.

And as Shadow Milk Cookie grins widely down at you, obession in his eyes, you swear to yourself.

You really shouldn't have come back to Beast-Yeast.

#yandere crk x reader #yandere crk #yandere cookie run kingdom x reader #yandere cookie run kingdom #cosmos constellations #yandere mystic flour cookie #yandere shadow milk cookie #yandere eternal sugar cookie #yandere silent salt cookie #series: six becomes five #yandere burning spice cookie

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infraaa · 2 years

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『I write for espresso too yk, why y’all leaving him in the dust? that’s not very nice! 🥴』

𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓!

yandere!espresso x fem!reader

tw// yandere themes, kidnapping, training, extreme monopoly (control of time and the reader’s schedule,) stalking, gaslighting, light aspects of a student/teacher relationship, light nsfw in some parts, implied cnc, orgasm denial

baker’s notes // I recommend that you listen to the playlist I made to go along with this to elevate the experience. This is also mostly written from third perspective and provides little to no physical description to make this as personalized to the reader as possible.

SOME MAY FIND THE CONTENT BELOW TO BE DISTURBING. READER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED UNDER THE CUT.

Parfaedia was normally a quiet place when night hit. Everyone hit the hay, golden lights illuminating the town’s streets. It was as though peace had covered every house in a warm blanket.

safety ・　・　・

s a f e t y ・　・　・

A word in everyone’s heads as they snuggled into their blankets. Not for everyone however, unfortunately.

A dainty looking cookie, crust once bright and crisp, now talking, walking, acting with unneeded and rather forced grace. They adjusted their hair to be as perfect as possible, as they dared not break his expectations. Clothes always neat, tidy, never wrinkled and always smelling like the finest coffee known to cookie kind. However the only thing that wasn’t class about them was their eyes. Lifeless— lifeless eyes with no light, no shine or glimmer of hope. Just the orbs of a cookie lost in limbo.

A girl that lost her life, her dignity, and her independence. Truly tragic.

How did we get here? To this point?

How did you get here?

How did he find you? Why did he find you?

let’s go back.

You, another student under the guise of dark magic, wanting to learn how to perfect coffee magic, and your use of it. However not at the level of passion of another certain professor, who, albeit was rather dry and only taught on commission, saw you in a different light than all of his other students. He saw uniqueness in you, a kind of zest he had yet to see. You were the only reason as to why he held onto teaching, not because he wanted to share wisdom but because he wanted to see you. Hear you. Touch you.

You began to warm up to him over time and eventually you… took a liking to him. And everyone knew it.

He would always say to you, however, that you were his favorite student, then when he was teaching, he would say that he doesn’t do favorites. He would say he loved you in a platonic way, admiring your sense of dutifulness and knowledge, then when you would give him that look he’d scoff at you, saying he doesn’t remember saying that. That’s a lie; you knew that. But, you still digressed and nodded your head with that embarrassed look on your face, red face package with bleated eyes.

He’s trying to make you desperate. He’s trying to twist you in circles like a dog toy. He wants you to question yourself, your sanity, your perceptions of reality. It makes him smile…..

…makes him believe you’ll come crawling.

It was his way of telling you he wants you— by making you think, wonder, maybe even fear your feelings for your professor. Sooner or later, he went full on stone cold, not even acknowledging you. You pushed and pushed and PUSHED for him to at least give you a word or even a sound of gratitude and yet/m… nothing. That was, until the end of the semester. You, as well as your class, had finals coming up and like any other star student, you were determined to get the highest grade. So much so that you studied your ass off. Pulling all nighters wouldn’t help you in accomplishing your goals, may just leave you sleep deprived, but that’s what energy drinks and coffee are for. And when the time came, some passed the exam, some failed under Espresso’s watchful eye.

“Erm… doctor?“ You called out to him in a hushed voice. It nearly sent shivers down his spine knowing you sounded like that. Vivid memories went by of him getting your address through the institute’s files and finding your home. He has a small pocket watch of yours in his desk drawer. He has heard you sleep before, hearing your soft voice fall in and out from dream to dream, bringing a dreamy smile to his normally calm yet stoic face, and hearts to his reddened eyes.

“Doctor?” He broke out of his reality of twisted splendor back into the real one he was already in and turned to face you, clearing his throat of his fantasies. “Tell me,” he started turning his body around fully, “why don’t you join me for lunch? I can go over your test results with you if you’d like.”

Why did you agree?

At this point you meant everything to him, this was all just a ploy. And even you, gaslit to the point of no return and you still cling to whatever can make you smile again— just trying to piece together what really has happened. You want this to be real. You want him to be your prince. And he does too, not only just as bad as you want him if not more. Which is why he brought a special concoction with him today. Don’t worry, just some nice sleepy liquid to put you out. He hopes you don’t mind, of course. He doesn’t want anything bad to happen to his newfound angel. You felt sleepy by the end of lunch, and as soon as you got up you felt too weak to stand, collapsing into your professor’s arms. He carried you off, back to his home in Parfaedia, where you shall forever remain. Not another class was held after your sudden disappearance. The previous students who passed the final exams showed up the next day however there was no professor there to either greet them or scold them for being two minutes late. All one student noticed was a flower on your desk, where you used to sit. A white mum, sitting in the center of your oak desk, right in the front of the class.

Speaking of white flowers, you woke up in a place where he had personally went out of his way to make sure it welcomed you. Tons of white flowers of different genuses, as well as heavenly light cascading through light curtains. It looked just like heaven— white walls, tile floor, everything was lightly colored, never straying past white or crème, all to contrast with his dark color scheme, like an inkblot on white paper. When you awoke, you had no recollection of what happened prior, yet you could kind of figure out how you got there. Perhaps you followed him home? No, you fell unconscious. Did you subconsciously agree to come here? Did he have other plans with you? He walked in the room with a small silver tray and the most pristine white coffee cup atop a saucer, steaming with hot coffee inside. Soft lofi music can be heard in the background as he walks in, does he have his phone on in his pocket? Regardless, he has a wonderful music sense.

The smile he had on his face… how come you’ve never seen that smile before? He has smiled at you before, don’t catch yourself wrong, but this one is… different. It seemed… sick. Like he was mental— as though he had succumbed to the darkness in him. You accepted the coffee from him, and he went over to open the curtains, letting the light from the sun flood into the room from that gorgeous window. “We’ve got a big day ahead of us, dear.” He said, his smile evident in his tone. He turned to you, chocolate brown eyes agleam, “We must be out by eleven am, no more, no less. We have to get your new wardrobe started, we have to get your hair trimmed, we have to—“ “Doctor.” You interjected, while drinking your coffee you looked him in the eye. “Where am I?” You asked. His smile suddenly grew a bit in size and he began to giggle to himself quietly, putting a hand to his mouth to stifle the noises of his happiness. “What’s so funny?” “Oh, you! We’re home, silly! You are home.”

home ・　・　・

h o m e ・　・　・

That word never felt more incorrect in your head. This isn’t your home. This isn’t your bedroom. This is not your place of residence.

He set this up.

He set this up to kidnap you.

“This isn’t my home, doc-“ “Oh, but it is!” He interjected, “this is your new home. Your new home where you will stay.” His tone at the end of that sentence made your skin almost crawl, yet the heat in between your legs betrayed that grossed out feeling you felt. Why was your body feeling two completely different emotions in this situation— arousal and confusion? That’s strange.

“Anyway,” he took a moment to creep over to the side of the bed where he took his seat, weight slightly shifting to the left side of the bed. He crossed his leg over and leaned closer to you, putting a hand to your now blushed face. This was all so confusing for you, why is this happening? Why is he touching you again? His touch felt different as well. It had a possessive tinge to it that made it feel wrong, yet it was soft and caring, almost feather like against your skin. “I cant wait to decorate you, my darling.”

Decorate? What could he mean by that? Decorate via clothes? Decorate via accessories? Jewelry? Marks…? Bruises? Hickeys? He sighed and kisses your cheek, followed with him humming to himself. He got up and started to head towards the door. “Get dressed, my darling, we must be out shortly—“ He turned to look at you, looking up at him with those confused doll like eyes that were red and glossy, like you were about to cry. He sighed through his nose, you could see his chest going up and down with the inhale and exhale. And then he sighed audibly, walking back towards you and crawling back onto the bed by the footboard, getting closer to you, touching the nape of your neck with the tip of his nose, taking in your sweet scent with a sickly smile on his face before he put the nape of your neck in his mouth, biting down almost aggressively. This automatically caused you to inhale and then yelp, resulting in a stifled laugh to come from the darker cookie above you. He grabbed hold of your thigh and placed it with on his side, holding it there, squeezing at it tenderly. He continued to suck on your neck, either going up your neck or down, onto your shoulders leaving small peppers of bite marks. Your hands didn’t know what to do, so they just found themselves to be in Espresso’s short hair, entangling themselves. It felt good, almost like a surge of exhilaration going through your body, the heat of the fire going through a fireplace. The heat of your body increasing higher and higher, you catch yourself panting. It almost feels like a wet dream. In well pressed black slacks did he take his knee and push his kneecap in between your legs as he sucked away at you, pushing at you to release more of your intoxicating voice that he forced out of your lungs with each breath and action. It was his now.

He wanted to claim you.

He kept grinding his knee into your soaked cunt protected by your undergarments, making you cry out in ecstasy. You put your other thigh up on his other side so that he could have more leg room, so that you could want more. So that you could have more, you with your selfish mind in your selfish fantasies. This is what you’ve been dreaming about yet you never thought your dreams would come true—all the gaslighting he did during the two semesters left you down sighted, almost with no real close reality to follow by. However, you were sure that he meant what he was doing.

He licked up at your neck, a long thin train of saliva coating the front of your throat. You laughed and moaned and squealed, feeling your orgasm building up from his constant demand. “D-D-Doc-ctor! I… I-I’m-mm cl-o-o-se! Eee..!” You squealed in your aching breath. He chuckled as he kissed up your neck, nearly sending you over the edge. When you were sure you were about to cum, he pulls away and looks at you, wide eyed by his actions. He chuckled darkly at your facial expression as you felt your orgasm peak away, shaking a finger in your face. “I had to, you’re so cute… but sadly you won’t be getting all the glitters yet.” He said with a sultry smirk before crawling off of the bed and walking towards the door. He turned to look at you, you wore the same for eyes as you had on before his ministrations. “Get cleaned up now, darling. Cover your neck with some color corrector and get dressed. We have a long day ahead of us, remember?” He walked out, shutting the door behind him.

You never felt more used in your life.

You eventually went out with Espresso, but no had set up ground rules for you when you both go out in public. They sounded obscene, however you kind of understood them. “Wherever I go, you go. Be calm, be polite, and be courteous. Do not speak unless spoken to. You must always refer to me as Espresso.”

You learned something about him very quickly: Espresso is extremely controlling.

Every time something caught your eye, he would immediately drag you back to his side. He would always hold onto your hand, never letting go. He had a specific set time for every little thing. He would take at least ten minutes with you browsing, and then, to the fitting rooms you two went. However, he would let you pick out half and half— things you liked, things he liked. Casual versus dress. He liked the clothes he chose better, they made you look more doll like, more pretty and clean, crisp and perfect.

One that he specifically liked was a crème colored dress with brown trim. Floral embroidery at the bottom hem and frills around the sleeveless sweetheart neckline. It made you look like a waitress at a German bar, but nevertheless, he liked it, very much so. From then on he worked to expand your wardrobe, slowly changing his mind on the clothes he wanted you to wear. No longer did he really seem to care about your fashion tastes, he wanted you to wear what he wanted you to wear and that would be the end of the discussion. From the crown of your head to the heels of your feet— you would be dressed to his design, from formal clothes to casual to even pajamas— would you believe that all your pajamas were made of that satin like silk and were all lightly colored? So comfy? You’d think he was doing you a favor at least to allow you to live in some kind of comfort, although we digress that it’s rather short lived.

Each morning there was a set ritualistic schedule that he implemented. Every morning, after getting showered, teeth brushed, hair blow dried and makeup applied, you are to meet him in the kitchen no more or no less than nine thirty. He would place a mat on the kitchen floor, and while he sat in front of you, sitting in a pale oak chair facing you, you sat on the mat, sitting in your knees. At first, you thought this was ridiculous. You would often refuse him in the beginning. Espresso was first gracious and patient in the beginning, offering to coach and coax you down into doing what he wanted you to do, but soon that faded. When he wanted you down, he wanted you down. “Sit!” He would yell at you as though you were a dog. Out of fear you would automatically do as you were told. Espresso wasn’t known by name to be aggressive, however, that doesn’t mean he can’t get that way. You’ve seen that he can and will use either words or certain items against you to get you to do what he wants— he owns whips. That’s not surprising to most, and he has come close to using them. When he talks, he expects you to give your undivided attention to him and failure to do this will result in a harsh, condescending scolding.

“Hasn’t your mother taught you to look people in the eye when being addressed? What is wrong with you anyway?”

He would start with a calm smile and a quick correction of his glasses sitting on the brim of his nose.

“Now… what are the rules?”

“Rule one, wherever you go… I also go..”

“Go on…”

“Rule… rule two… I must be calm, polite, and courteous.”

“Good, try not to stutter too much, love. What’s rule three?”

“Rule three is… I… I must not speak unless spoken to.”

“And rule four…?”

“I… ah…” you always panicked here. It’s not because you didn’t remember because he always made sure you remembered this rule specifically, but you hated it. You now hated his name more than anything. He scared you, he’s too domineering, too dark minded, sick, twisted, lovesick…

He’s like a disease.

“What’s rule four, my darling? Come on now.”

“I… must always re-refer to you as… as Espresso.”

With that he would praise you and allow you to stand, not letting you leave yet however, he still wanted something from you. At the end of that session, every single morning, he wanted you to tell him that you loved him and for you to give him a kiss. At first you didn’t mind this, simple enough right? Just tell him you love him and kiss his cheek, right? Simple. No. He didn’t want you to do it like that. He wanted you to smile, show him your shining eyes, he wanted a proper kiss, in his head that would be to the mouth. This soon began to grow ill on you and you soon began to detest this part. Of course, like eating your vegetables or paying your bills, you had to get it out of the way in order to continue with your day. But this isn’t the only thing that was scheduled by him.

Let’s not forget the fact that he made you quit your job, if you so had one, to keep a better eye on you and to get a better hold on your time. He wants you bound to his house and if that means taking away your source of income, he will do that. In turn for this absence of funds, he gives you monthly allowances that come out of his paychecks. Five hundred dollars a month, for you to use as you need to. But, in the end, you barely ever use this money since he buys everything for you.

So what’s the point?

What is the point?

Lunch came at noon sharp. He expected you to attend. This means that you had to drop whatever you are doing to meet him back in the kitchen to once again, go over the rules, and end it off with an “I love you, Espresso,” with a kiss. He does this multiple times a day. If any outings are to occur, he has a set time for them as well. Dinner is at six, and you are expected to clean up for bed no later than ten thirty, and to be in bed no later than midnight, which is rather hypocritical of him considering the fact that he barely sleeps, and you didn’t mind to call him out for this. “Why do I need to go to bed at a certain time when you yourself won’t sleep for days?” His only answer is “because I say so,” and that will be the end of it. You talk back, he gets mean to correct you. To make sure that you followed this time schedule, he would often feign sleep, in your bed, abandoning his own bedroom during most nights, to ensure you were doing as you were told. Not that he didn’t have a problem with that, he would much rather lay with you than alone.

This is your new life, your new ordinary life. Now let’s ask ourselves: Why didn’t she say no? Why didn’t she resist the offers he made, his silly little mind games? The taunting, the teasing, the gaslighting, the brutal words behind him sweet smile… well…

There’s some things in life one just can’t resist. We always seem to let curiosity and desires get the best of us, don’t we? You walk with him, arm in arm, dull eyes with a pure fake smile, silent as a doll. You played the part as a doll quite well under his gaze, and you were always under it. He’s covered every bit of your clothes in his cologne, the savory smell of gourmet roasted coffee beans. He’s not going to let you was it out either, he’ll just cover you back up in his scent again, just like a disease that you can’t rid yourself of no matter how hard you try.

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chingfuiisalive · 5 months

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the glitch is back..

so… imagine that you got teleport to genshin impact but you also play another game cookie run kingdom you met them at your home.

(Long story short they trust you)

But when you teleport to genshin all of the cookie (playable + suger Gomes) get teleport but this time they are no longer cookies they are automatically turn to human . Which they were in shock but got used to it eventually but gladly you were in imposter au but they were smart and just take a small blood sample to see. Archons and ancient discussion about stuff . Sparking and diluc get along well and others. And meanwhile suger gomes are known to be great builders building homes for people tho you always make sure they don’t have too much work despite they no longer suger they can still melt somehow so it is great and all but you are still worried about your home and cookie kingdom. Hopefully they will let you go right?..

Right?….

:3from Tanakochan (this was fun I was gonna do headcanons but ended even deeper anyway 😉)

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murder-cookie-dust393 · 1 month

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Seal anon here!

Just thought of a very funny y/n for the cookie world...a y/n who is oblivious to all the cookies trying go flirt and stuff with them! Also easily distracted like one second they simply think a cookie is being really nice to them and then the next they get distracted by a butterfly. Basically in the 'I want y/n' wars, they gotta keep y/n's attention on them and basically be something like 'and that is why I should be the one to date y/n-y/n, sweetheart, no. Don't wander off. Here, have a sweet treat and stay riiiight there. Ok? Ok. Anyway what makes you think you're worthy of y/n?' Or two cookies could be fighting over y/n while THINKING y/n is still close by but then they pause and realize 'wait where did y/n go?' And have to go chase em down lol!

Like have to keep y/n distracted and close to them or else they will wander off and do their own thing lmao! A very oblivious y/n!

What better duo with this than Milk and Yam?

Tw: SHITPOSTING, brief mentions of manipulation

Milk is sweet and worries a lot. He tends to panic when MC wanders off without him nearby. That's why he tends to hug them or hold their hand so they don't leave without him noticing. Once he finds them he's cooing and basically babying them a little too much.

Meanwhile, Yam is the equivalent of a Chihuahua. He's screaming and yelling, which is his way of calling for MC. Once he finds them, he just puts them over his shoulder so they can't get away. He does enjoy the feeling of them being helpless without him.

If the two are in the same space, it's literally an old married couple + MC.

Milk will try to lure MC in with his nurturing nature while also trying to passive-aggressively shove Purple Yam out of the way. If they're out adventuring he likes to just randomly put his shield up and be like, "You can't forget your shield MC! You might get hurt without me right by you!"

Yam gets so pissed at Milk because he knows Milk is trying to push him out of the way. The only way Yam tries to get MC's attention is through his language. I can see him swearing and being mad about things constantly; that MC finds it funny. In battle, he'll just swing around his mace to protect the group. But especially MC. "HRAGH! GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY MILK I WANNA TALK TO THEM!"

I can see Milk and Yam arguing in whisper-yelling (we'll ignore that Yam can't be quiet right now) while MC is asleep. Like when they're camping for the night and MC is sleeping in between the two.

"You need to stop being so mean and aggressive with them! They do nothing wrong! I can't believe you would do such a thing to a poor little thing like them..." Milk pets your hair, pulling you closer to him.

"Look who's talking! You're the one manipulating them with your fucking 'Prince Charming' act! If anything, I'm just like any other cookie who has anger issues!"

"Me? I would never! I just want my precious one safe...and sound." Milk stares at your face with too much of a loving look. His smile practically glued onto his face.

"Yeah right! I'm the one beating up bad guys here!" Yam reaches an arm to tug you closer but hesitates.

"Go to sleep!"

"No! You go to sleep!"

"Guys I think I might be controlled by a human entity that has a really large finger." Suddenly, you whisper, absolutely clueless to the conversation.

"What? Say again?"

"HUh?"

"Finger..." You fall back asleep.

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I was in the mood for some shitposting. No, I will never be sorry for it.

I was thinking Gumball and Darwin at the very end lol

- Celina

#cookie run #yandere cookie run #cookie run x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #crk #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #milk cookie #purple yam cookie #cookie run ovenbreak #crob #crob x reader #yandere crob #yandere crk #yandere cookie run kingdom #yandere cookie run ovenbreak

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scramblescrew · 1 month

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Hiya there! I saw you're taking Requests

If its not a problem I would like to request yandere Cookie run Ancients with a reader that tried (and failed at) fighting back after being kidnapped by them.

((OMGSH THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FIRST REQUEST, ANON! Also I’ll give you this for the request, I hope you enjoy!))

((Art by DevSister art team!))

Yandere Ancients with a defiant Darling

Let me tell you- this king was LIVID

Why must you fight him after he saved you!? Seeing you try and shove him away from yourself, screaming, crying, begging, trying to get back to the world that was trying to corrupt you…take you away from him… “why must you fight me!?I’m only doing what’s best for you!” At some point, Dark Cacao would have enough and lock you in your isolated room with watchers guarding your door for days, Dark Cacao coming in every day in hopes you would run into his arms and need him. If you haven’t submit to his demands then he would leave you locked in until the next time he came by.

Just pretend to submit for your sanity and his trust, maybe he’ll let you out as long as he trusts you 😉

One word, four syllables. De-lu-soin-al. She firmly believes that you have been g*slit into hating her or that you were severely sick, how could you possibly want to run away from her!? You must be sick! She sets herself into the mindset of your caretaker, your savior. She would often find herself laying on your bed with you, held tightly to her chest. Yes, you still fought her for your “freedom”, but she wouldn’t let you….she needed you, just as much as you needed her.

“Please, my little bee, stop fighting me! Let me help you!”

“JUST LET ME CURE YOU! THOSE HORRIBLE PEOPLE INFECTED YOUR MIND, AND I NEED TO HELP YOU!”

“Oh, you can just stop trying now~ ..why? Cause you’re NOT gonna win!~ Hahahaha!” GCC would often grab you by your arms and fly up high into the sky, dangling you by your arms as you frantically try to hold onto her for dear life. Once she thinks you’ve had enough, she clutches you to her chest and slowly floated down to the ground. She then carried you back to her bedroom and cuddled you close to her chest.

“If you ever run away from me, I promise you, I will always find you…”

“I love you..even if you test me so much…”

“Please…I’ve tried for so long to get you here, where it is SAFE for you..! Just let me love you….” This cookie- OMG. He would try his best to understand why you were fighting against his love but all cookies have a breaking point. He would drag you to his bedroom and just lay on his bed, his arms wrapped around you for dear life. “My love….I love you but you test me so much….but I’ll keep trying…”

Only a small handful of cookies have seen HBC anything BUT joyful. But one day, you were the unfortunate Cookie to witness something that seemed…out of character for HBC, her RAGE. All of her out of character-ness at that moment stemmed from you trying to fight her for your freedom…

“WHY MUST YOU BE SO STUBBORN!? DON’T YOU REALIZE HOW MUCH I NEED YOU AND HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME!? You’re my missing piece….a part of me that was taken from me before I was born….and I-…I can’t lose you again….you complete me…just please….stop fighting and stay with me….”

By the end of her tirade, you would be pinned against a wall or her bed (get your head outta the gutter.) with HBC’s hands death gripping your arms to your side and her head pressed against your chest. Tears would be flowing from her eyes and the room would be deathly silent.

Just give her what she wants….all she has left of her mental wellbeing is you…

(Hello reader! I want to thank you all for reading this post and I want to thank this Anon for sending me my first request!!!! I’m really excited to write for you all and I hope y’all have a great day!)

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