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azlrse · 2 years

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Yes! Feed the simps! We are hungry for yandere clotted cream general hcs! Please we are starving for your amazing writing about this new cookie! I'm begging you! I'll give you a hug if you like hugs if you give it to us!!!

What's Mine is Also Yours (Yandere Clotted Cream Cookie x GN Cookie!Reader)

CW: Yandere themes, implied kidnapping, manipulation, possessiveness, angst mixed with fluff.

A/N: I blame @bunie-grrss for awakening my hyperfixation towards Clotted Cream Cookie /hj. Anyways, I hope you guys liked my interpretation of Yan!Clotted Cream Cookie! (Thanks for the hugs btw!! <33)

*contains headcanons and a drabble

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I imagine that Clotted Cream Cookie is a very manipulating but very charismatic towards the others, especially towards you.

Since he was deemed as the youngest consul in the republic, I think that he'll use his status to win over your potential suitors and for you to become his.

Clotted Cream Cookie isn't the type of cookie who would snatch you away no no, instead he will use his riches to persuade you that he's worthy of your affection and love.

Oysters, sweet tarts and delicacies from the Creme Republic and he'll give you a very precious trinket that reminds him of you; a very beautiful pearl necklace.

His presence and "affection" became so suffocating that your peers would pressure you on accepting his way of courting you.

If you reject all of his gifts and his confession, he'll just smile towards you reply but deep inside, he's really disappointed towards you but don't fret! He'll just work harder for you to accept his love.

Clotted Cream Cookie would show you all of his achievements, even the simplest ones. He would talk about his day, how he'e doing and accompanies you whenever you take a stroll outside.

He confesses to you like 10?? 20 times??? Until you became so angry towards him. Telling him that he became a nuisance and an annoyance in your life.

This made him very upset towards you and when he knew that you'll be staying away from him? Nope, that ain't happening cause he'll just take you right where you stood.

You mean alot to him and there's no way he'll loose you in his life.

He fell deeply in love towards you and wether you like it or not, you will become his.

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"I know that our house is quite big but please come out, darling! I didn't mean to scare you like this!" The pitter patter of his shoes resonate from the halls near the pantry closet you chose to hide from him. The area was flimsy and tight, filled with countless items and inhaling it's contents wasn't easy for you. You refuse to sneeze out the speck of flour you inhaled, out of fear that he might find you.

You heard the voices of his servants calling out for you name in an attempt for you to come out from your hiding spot. How long did you fell asleep as soon as you take a bite from that sweet custard he gave you? Hours? Days? Your head was still spinning from the effects from the sleeping powder he used to mix with the tart.

You are indeed scared of him.

"Oh, are we playing hide and seek? Is this why you're hiding from me? You know I used to love this game since I was still a young cookie. Alright, then sweetheart. Ready or not, here I come." Clotted Cream Cookie searched and opened every single door he could find in his huge mansion. Everytime a door produces a loud bang from the impact of the walls make you jump a little as you pressed your back a little more towards the wall of the pantry.

His voice, laced with sugarcoated words, makes your dough crawl as he repeated the same words over and over again.

"Come out, darling. I won't get mad when you come out from your hiding spot. I just want to spend some time with you, my dear!" He spoke in a voice that many of your peers would fell for. You didn't take any of those fake words he spoke towards you, for you only knew that this cookie will literally drag you out from the closet and will keep you locked once again from that luxurious cage he called your bedroom.

You covered your mouth as a way to lessen the breathing sounds you emitted from your mouth and being found by your captor. Silence loomed around each and every corner of the consul's manor, with the exception of the voices of his servants searching for you. You just hoped that they'll simply gave up and if you're lucky enough, you can escape through the window that was left unlocked in the kitchen.

You break out from your thoughts as soon as you heard his expensive shoes walking through the huge kitchen.

Tap...

"Darling, I know you're here..."

Your body began to shake in fear, trying to control the way you breathe. Sweat began to slide off on the side of your head as the footsteps outside from your hiding spot became closer...and closer...and closer....

Until it stopped right directly in front the pantry, his shadow that looms over his body went through the small gaps of the small pantry.

As soon as you heard the door open, you covered your head with you arms, awaiting for his arms to drag you away from your hiding spot but nothing happened to you. Instead, he opened the cupboards and the storage closet where expensive plates and silverware were stored. "Hmm, it looks like you aren't here. I wonder where you are.." Clotted Cream Cookie then left the kitchen in disappointment.

You slowly sighed in relief, thinking you are safe from him but to both to your shock and surprise, the door from the pantry swung wide open. His shadow looms all over your quivering body as the cold wind of the manor gave your skin goosebumps.

You screamed in fear. Your flight and fight instincts came towards your entire body as soon as you saw him by your two eyes. Getting up from your hiding space as quickly as possible, you tried to run away from him, looking for another hiding spot when his hand took a grasp by your waist and carrying you both of his arms (in bridal style).

He gave you a sickening sweet smile towards you as tears began to slide from your face. "Well hello there, darling! And I hope you enjoyed our little game cause this is only just the beginning of our road to forever..."

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reeedvelvet · 2 years

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FALLS DOWN THE STAIRS

clotted cream x flirty reader that can make him blush easily hi hello :pepito emoji:

literally the reaction when u flirt w clotted cream cookie☝️

DON'T LIKE REBLOG ♡

≡;- ꒰ °clotted cream cookie꒱

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ wait- he- he is the flirter- wait- hold on, cHOTTO MATTE- stop flirting with him for sumn mins he-✋ he has to calm down his racing heart otherwise it will pop out from his chest- no. He can't let your flirty comments affect him and his work.

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doubles up while covering his face with his hands the moment he feels like he can not take anymore-

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Actually don't stop flirting with him, he LOVES it. If it has been some minutes without you flirting with him, starts overthinking every possibility. Did you get bored of him? Did you find someone else that's much more attractive than him? Did you-? WHERE ARE YOU- He really is a coward.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ One time you kabedoned him and he losed his shit on the spot- His charming smile is really annoying, why not add some red on the cheeks? Dude literally fainted on the spot and you had to carry him inside- Not to mention he's clingy as well, you put your hand on his shoulder and then take your hand off? Mans not having it, he'll grab your hand nd put it back on his shoulder. He does this with his usual charming smile while blushing a lil from the contact.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ His comrades has to listen him talking about you. They have to- ❝ Ah did you know? (Name) held my hand today- AcTuAllY, wE heLd haNDs- ❞ ❝ Luckly i have (Name) as my admirer, while none of you even have one- ❞ ❝ So (Name) complimented me today- ❞

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years

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Title: Midnight Desserts.

Written for a very lovely anonymous commissioner.

Pairing: Yandere!Licorice x F.Reader (Cookie Run).

Word Count: 3.0k.

TW: Non/Con, Rough Sex, Bondage, Kidnapping/Imprisonment, Obsessive Behavior, Delusional Thoughts, and Mentions of Blood.

You thought, initially, that you might’ve been dead.

Or, mostly dead, at least. Half-way dead. Dead enough to explain why there wasn't any light, why there wasn't any noise, why your chest felt so heavy and your throat felt so dry and every part of you felt so drained, the idea of moving alone was enough to make your joints ache in their sockets. Briefly, you wondered if you were underground, if someone might’ve locked you in a coffin and rushed to the burial site while you were too lifeless to resist, but no, that would’ve been too simple, wouldn’t have explained the pillow under your head or the concave stretch of fabric looming above you – a canopy, you realized, seconds later, dark and velveteen and large enough to completely encompass the bed you were lying on, one of the largest you’d ever seen and swabbed in the same dark material. It all blended together, blackness on top of blackness on top of more, unending blackness. As if you’d been consumed by something, completely swallowed up by pure void. As if you were somewhere else, somewhere darker than anywhere you should’ve been.

You tried to push yourself up, but your arms caught on something – shackles, pale as ivory and sprouting from the two uppermost bedposts. Jerkily, absent-mindedly, you pulled against the chains, achieving little more than driving the metal deeper into your wrists. You tried again, your mind still lagging behind your instincts, but a hand shot your shoulder, a presence forming out of nothing behind you. Or, maybe he’d been there all along, waiting in the shadows, watching you panic with that awful, toothy grin smeared across his face. That sounded like something he would do, not that there was anything you’d really put below him.

“Hey, hey.” You snapped towards him, making a clumsy effort to push him away. Licorice only chuckled, letting you bat uselessly at his chest, never bothering to so much as pretend he was affected by the abuse. “Easy, now. You’ll just hurt yourself if you keep thrashing around like that.”

Instantly, your anger won over your confusion, loathing and misplaced irritation quickly drowning out what little self-preservation you still had. “Get—” You shoved at his chest, and he caught your hand, intertwining his fingers loosely with yours. When you jerked back, he let you go, but he was still wearing that damn smile. If your body had been any more cooperative, or if your mind had been any less dazed, you would’ve been tempted to try and claw it off of his face. “Don’t touch me. I can’t— Where are we? What did you do? Why am I—”

“You don’t have to worry about that. We’re alone, and—” His voice hitched in his throat, his smile growing impossibly wider. This time, he didn’t wait for you to lash out, to give him an excuse – reaching towards you and wrapping an arm around your waist, dragging you into his chest. You hadn’t thought to check, before, but he wasn’t wearing his usual clothes, his cloak replaced with dark robes that left more of his ashen skin exposed than you would’ve liked. You didn’t recognize your own outfit, either, a white dress you’d never seen before, let alone put on. You did what you could not to linger on the implications, but an involuntary chill ran up your spine, something he didn’t seem to notice. Or didn’t seem to want to, at least. “You’re so pretty,” He mumbled. A second later, he went on, rushing over his words in a hasty attempt to correct himself. “I mean, I knew you would be, but I don’t think we’ve ever been this close, and I just—” He cut himself off with a shallow sigh, an airy laugh. “You’re so pretty, and I’m so, so glad you’re finally here.”

You didn’t respond, not immediately. Talking to Licorice was like talking to a drooling, leering brick wall, anything you said likely to bounce off of him or, better yet, be replaced by something softer, something kinder, something he could mold and shape into promises of devotion or declarations of love – whatever he decided he wanted to hear, that day. Anything too gentle, and he’d turn it into praise, into adoration. Anything too hostile, and he wouldn’t hear it at all.

“Licorice,” You tried to find a middle-ground, to keep yourself calm and your voice even, but not flat. Stern, but not strict enough to go completely unheard. “Can you tell me why I’m here?”

“Because I love you.” Careless, thoughtless, immediate. He squeezed your side, burying his head in the crook of your neck. “Because we’re supposed to be together, and you…” You felt him draw you closer, dark hair falling over your shoulder and across your chest. “You were being stubborn. You wouldn't stop acting like you hated me.”

You swallowed, dryly. “But why am I here? Why didn’t you just talk to me?”

“I’ve tried that.” He was whining, now, a row of pointed teeth ghosting over your skin. You had to fight the urge to pull away, to pry at his arms, to put as much distance between you and him as you possibly could, given your restraints. “You never listen to me, and there’s always someone else, someone trying to distract you—” Nails, this time, blunt and burrowed into your waist, your hips. You cringed, drawing in a pained breath through grit teeth, but he didn’t react. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he hadn’t even noticed. “But now, we get to be alone. No one’s going to interrupt us, here. I’ve made sure of it.” He leaned further into you, nuzzled deeper into your neck. “No one’s going to take you away from me.”

Stern, but not strict. Steady, but not cruel. “I don’t love you.”

You felt him shake his head, heard another shallow laugh. “You don’t have to say anything you don't mean, right now. It’s fine, we’re alone.”

“I'm telling the truth.” You rested a hand on his forearm. Nice and easy, calm and composed, just until the chains were off. Just until you’d gotten outside. “There’s no one else. I don’t want to be with you, and I don’t want to be here.”

“You don’t have to do this. It’s alright, I’ve taken care of—”

“Please, Licorice.” You just needed him to take the shackles off. You needed to be somewhere else, somewhere with anything but darkness. Dampening, unrelenting darkness. “I don’t want to have to hurt you, but I don’t want to be—”

“Be quiet.”

It caught you off-guard – both the traces of hostility in his voice and the fact that there were only traces. He’d never lashed out at you, but part of you had expected that, when he did, it would be with that same kind of obsessive fever. You never lingered on it, did what you could not to think about him and his one-sided crush at all, but when you had to, you pictured something violent, something explosive. Not this, his face hidden in your neck, his arms wrapped around your midriff with the same kind of crushing dependency a child might've shown to his favorite toy. Not anything so vulnerable. “You’re confused. It’s not your fault, and I—”

“Please.” You wanted to hurt him. You wanted to leave. But, it felt worse than you thought it would to actually see him hurt. “You have to let me go, Licorice.”

He was quiet, for a beat.

Then, he pulled you ever-closer, his grip briefly tightening before falling away altogether. “You’re confused,” He repeated, a cracked smile biting into your flesh. “But, that’s alright. I’m here to help.”

The command wasn’t audible, if there even was a command. The moment he stopped speaking, the chains seemed to spark to life, drawing back on themselves and coiling around the bedposts, dragging you against the large, ornamental headboard despite your attempts to thrash against them. Your wrists were forced above your head, your back pressed flat against cold wood, and Licorice laughed as you kicked uselessly at empty air, as you fought futilely against your restraints. It was pointless. Talking to him at all had been pointless. You should’ve screamed. You should’ve wrapped your hands around his neck and squeezed. You should’ve—

You didn’t have time to think about what you should’ve done, about how much faith you should or shouldn’t have had in him. He was already starting towards you, already moving to kneel between your legs, making it impossible for you to fully block him out. He seemed nervous, despite his delusions, despite his shamelessness, hesitating before planting his hands on either side of your waist, glancing over your hardened expression with that same half-melted glint in his eyes.

“I’ll make it better.” He leaned in, as if to kiss you, and you turned away, still intent on resisting any way you could. He settled for the edge of your jaw, instead, then your cheek, then the corner of your lips, only pulling back after you’d gone stiff underneath him. Even then, he was still smiling, grinning in a way that made your stomach twist and something sharp and desperate begin to crawl up your throat. You tried to shut your eyes, but opened them just as quickly. It was worse not to know where he was. It was worse not to know what he was going to do to you. “And you’ll thank me, when I’m done.”

You wouldn’t. You could’ve told him that, yelled and screamed until your voice gave out. You could’ve. You were tempted to.

But, it wouldn’t have helped.

It wasn’t like he’d ever listened to a word you said.

He was clumsier than you’d expected him to be, somehow. That, or he was hastier, in a rush to gather the skirt of your dress up to your waist and run his hands over the outside of your thighs, the curve of your waist. You made another attempt to get him away from you, to kick at his chest, but he only caught your ankle, only kissed the inside of your calf before throwing your leg over your shoulder, resting his hand over your knee when you automatically tried to pull away. The panic only really, fully washed over you when he leaned down, his lips grazing over your hip, then the apex of your thigh as he drifted lower. You didn’t want him this close to you. You didn’t want him to do this. “Stop, d-don’t—Licorice, don’t—”

“That’s enough.” He sounded far-away, his attention only partially directed towards you and the rest already elsewhere. “I love it when you say my name, but you don’t have to worry about anything right now. I’ll take care of you.”

He was so calm. So eerily, erratically calm.

You wished he was still crying into your neck.

Despite your best attempts to block it out, the feeling of his warm breath against your panties drew you out of your thoughts, accompanied by his nose pushing into your clit, his fingertips digging into your hips. It was temporary, though, followed by something so, so much worse – sharpened nails tearing through thin material, his tongue tracing over the length of your slit, now unprotected by any kind of fabric. You shuddered, attempting to clench your thighs shut, but if he noticed, if he cared, you weren’t able to tell. He only fell farther, delved deeper, taking a long moment to suck on clit with a harsh kind of pressure before moving lower, lapping over your cunt – as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to focus on. As if he wasn’t just doing this to cause you pain, in one form or another.

He was watching you, too. You were hyper-aware of his eyes, of his stare, burning into you and prying for any change in your expression, any slight hitch of your breath or buck of your hips. You tried to hold yourself still, not to react, but there was only so much you could do to stop your body from moving on its own, to stop your cunt from clenching around his tongue as he moaned into you – his affection as unabashed and as unwanted as it'd ever been. You shut your eyes, grit your teeth, but it was useless, the kind of last-ditch effort that managed to give away more than total transparency would've. Your firsts curled around the satin sheets, your back arched away from the plush mattress, and he drank it all in, tore it out of you like a precious object or vital organ. You didn’t want him to look at you. You didn’t want him to touch you. You didn’t—

He groaned into your cunt, and you came abruptly, without warning. It was quick, too rushed to really savor, but he seemed to try to nurse you through it, to ease you down and edge you forward until you were panting and twitching and visibly spent. After a moment, he straightened his back, hovered over you for just a fraction of a second too long before slotting his mouth against yours, forcing you into a brief, chaste kiss. You made a half-hearted effort to turn away, but he didn’t let you, catching your chin in one hand and letting the other fall to your waist. His thumb dug into your jaw, and while you couldn’t have genuinely claimed it hurt, you knew there would be a mark, a bruise. You knew that, when you got out of here, you’d still have to live with the evidence that he’d touched you, if only for a few days. If only for the rest of your life.

You heard fabric tear, felt cool air on your skin, and another surge of panic rushed through you, duller than the last but twice as cold. The dress fell away, and you made a scrambled attempt to cling to it, but Licorice clicked his tongue and the chains tightened, drew your arms upward and pulled your body taut. A short, pained sound escaped your throat before you could swallow it down, and as if in apology, he kissed the edge of your collarbone, then the side of your neck. Predictably, the affection did little to comfort you.

“Please.” Begging was useless. You were useless, but this was all you could do. This was all you’d ever been able to do. “No, no, no, Licorice, don’t—”

“Your voice is beautiful.” He wasn’t listening. Of course. You weren’t sure why you still thought he would. “You’re so, so beautiful, and all mine.” He buried his face in the dip of your shoulder, took up your thighs and dragged you into his lap. You could feel something against your entrance – hot and heavy and pulsing – and it took everything inside of you not to put a name to the aggressor. “And I’m never gonna let anyone take you away from me.”

He thrusted upward, into you, and something deep in your chest crack and burst open.

It hurt in a way you weren’t really used to, yet. You’d been injured, before, had your bones broken, your flesh cut open, but this was different, less of a shooting pain and more of a resounding ache in the pit of your stomach, a dull throb somewhere behind your eyes. It didn’t help that he made no effort to be gentle, to let you adjust to the size of his cock, the feeling of him splitting you open. With his face still buried in your chest, he began to move, to fuck into you as his hands found their way to your hips and he edged you downward, further into his lap, until his skin pressed into yours and he was as close as he could possibly be. The proximity was stifling. You felt dizzy, half-suffocated, like there was smoke in the air, water in your lungs. You wanted to collapse. You might’ve, if he’d been kind enough to give you that much space.

“I-It’s so—” His pace was uneven, erratic, violent. There was no rhythm to latch onto, no pattern you could fall into, just the overwhelming warmth of his body against yours and the feeling of his mouth moving against you, pushing little mumbled half-sentences into your skin. Most of it was nothing, gibberish lost on an unwilling audience, but the head of his cock hit something that made you tense up and clench around him and his voice hitched, spiked, rising back into earshot before you could prepare yourself to ignore it. “We’ll be together, and you’ll never have to leave me, and—”

He cut himself off, latching onto your jugular and biting down hard. You cried out, arching into him, but he didn’t stop, didn’t let go, not until he’d broken the skin, not until he could draw back and lap at your throat. You wanted to hate it, to be disgusted by the mix of blood and saliva slowly dripping down your chest and smearing across his, but your self-restraint wavered, your mind betrayed you, and all you could really bring yourself to feel was the steady pulse of his cock inside of your cunt, the scrape of his pelvis against your clit, the smothering heat slowly pooling inside of you and spilling over. You hated it. You hated it, but—

You weren’t sure what you meant to say. Another plea, maybe, or something else, something too desperate to ever let yourself acknowledge. Either way, your mouth was already open, and you were already talking, gasping, unsure of what you wanted to say and unsure if you even cared what came out, anymore. “Licorice—”

You felt his cock twitch inside of you. He didn’t even bother trying to let you finish. “Again. Say it again.”

You didn’t even try to stop yourself. You couldn’t, at that point, couldn’t do anything but lean into him and let it happen. “Licorice,” And again, as his pace sped up, as he groaned into your shoulder. “Licorice, Licorice, Licorice—”

Your vision flashed white, your body went rigid against his, and a moment later, something thick and searing filled you to the brim, Licorice making no attempt to pull out before he reached his climax. Even then, he didn’t move, didn’t let you go, only letting his head roll back, his eyes find yours. He brought up a hand, cupping your cheek, and slowly, almost sweetly, he kissed you, his lips barely brushing against your own.

This time, you couldn’t bring yourself to try and get away.

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imagines-for-earthbread · 10 months

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Would it be okay to write some kind of gentle kiss between moonlight and cream unicorn?

The land of dreams is cold.

Everyone would think that the realm would stay warm, always full of laughter from children playing along the many games of the theme park, riding their favorite rides, and enjoying their sleep. But the tale never lasts for long, and Cream Unicorn finds themselves alone in this world again.

There had been times they had wondered; what was their purpose? Was it to solely be the lone guardian of this land, to live in loneliness for eternity? Never being able to make a connection or play for long, it had to be a curse. Their creators must have hated them to put them in such a cruel fate. To never befriend a cookie, was it their fate?

It had all changed once they realized they never were truly alone. The moon goddess, who had heard their cries while in her deepest slumber, appeared before them one day.

The loneliness turned into days and nights spent talking to each other, sharing their pains, and finding comfort in their similarities. It didn’t take long until they had bonded. It did not take time before their relationship became much more meaningful to the pair, and they ended up enjoying being in each other’s arms.

But just like the rest that stumbled upon the park, the Goddess had to say goodbye, promising to return. Cream Unicorn had believed her, even if they had their doubts, and was ecstatic once they realized she kept her promise.

Finally, the moon shines and illuminates the terrain, slowly overpowering the lights of the attractions as it descends into the ground. Per their usual routine, the lonely unicorn wanders until they can meet their lover, smiling as their meringue horn shines as bright as possible and with the knowledge that they will soon meet.

Excitement takes over them, and forgetting how to trot, Cream Unicorn trips on their hooves multiple times before reaching the place in which the moon had descended. It only takes a look from both lovers to light up, leaving all their pains behind and jumping in each other’s arms as a gentle kiss happens between them.

“I feared that this time you would not return to me.”

Perhaps they were never the best at communication, Cream Unicorn has learned that their words could often confuse most. Moonlight chooses to smile, scratching behind their ears as she kisses each of their eyes.

“My sweet unicorn, why would I do that? The sea sings a lullaby to me every night,” Moonlight then moves up, leaving a kiss on where their horn starts. “And yet nothing would ever replace hearing your voice on the most lonesome nights.”

Cream Unicorn laughs, and Moonlight believes that it’s the best sound she has ever heard right on that spot. Cupping their cheek, Moonlight kisses the side of their lips, smiling as Cream Unicorn mouth an ‘I love you’ and goes for a deeper kiss.

The land of dreams remains cold, but in their lover’s embrace and under her moon-flavored kisses, Cream Unicorn has never felt this warm.

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sunnymihok01 · 2 years

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Self awared! Reader cookie x Cookie Run Kingdom cookies

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During the fight between Dark Enchantress Cookie

“AH HAHAHA! Do you even KNOW what we are?!”

“We, Cookies, are…”

“Made to be EATEN”

“And the evidence of it all is with you for ALL this time”

“A certain cookie who wasn’t a cookie in the first place, but is an actual HUMAN who consumes cookies like us in their world!!”

“Baker cookie?! Is this true, oh please tell me dark enchantress cookie is just lying and is saying nonsense!?”

“Yeah baker cookie! Please tell us is she telling the truth”

“I hope everything that dark enchantress cookie is just lies, cause I don’t know what I will do if baker really is a human”

“Sorry guys… she is telling the truth but not all the truth”

“And One more thing to put into consideration…”

“You are the REASON why I am here and all the strange voices going inside my head”

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

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Cookie Run Kingdom Series By mihokosugar01

Tw: Some bad words and Probably some grammatical errors

Note: Reader is Gender Neutral in this story

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3 months before the battle between you and dark enchantress cookie…

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Beginning story mode…

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Now…

Your POV

As the day began to go from Morning to Afternoon, My Battle spree was almost to an end. Finally having a good team to eventually defeat this final boss at the latest chapter. So many star jellies have been wasted alongside the time I've spent on the game that I lost track of time. Well, to say the least, my mom notices it and demands that I finally have lunch since it’s like… Damn, what time is it? How long was I on my tablet playing this game?

HOLY CRAP?! I’ve been playing for about 5 hours straight!

That kind of explains the headache I've been having these past few minutes. I immediately stood up from my seat and was about to head out the door. Approaching the door, A sudden sound passed through my ears. A beep was coming from my tablet, so I decided to check if there were any important notifications in my tablet that needed to be seen. Closer and closer, the beeping noise gets louder and louder. Finally, reaching towards my tablet, a sudden bright glow has made its way towards me. Making me blind and unconscious in the process.

The moment I awoke from being unconscious, opening my eyes revealed to me that I was falling from the sky. Why was I falling from the sky? Is it some sort of deja vu? One thought to the other. The second I knew I was about to hit the ground, with that I closed my eyes to get ready for the instant impact of landing. As I landed, I opened my eyes to see that The place I was in was full of trees. I was confused on why I would be in a forest, then it came to mind that something unusual happened to me. When I came to take a look at my hands, it all made sense to me. I am now in a cookie run kingdom- but how on earth did this kind of thing even happen to me at this point? it's merely impossible for someone to even do this kind of magic that can force a portal to my world.

This is so messed up, but yet again it is a dream come true? I am not too sure about it but I am glad to be able to even be in the game. Hold on- how was i not hurt during the fall? Do I have magic? From what it seems, I might as well have powers! Good thing I didn't hit some trees earlier. HECK I DIDN’T EVEN FELT A THING LESGOO-

*WoOf WoOf WoOf*

I spoke too soon, what was that?! Don't tell me it's one of those cake hounds. The barking started to get louder and I was not prepared for the situation. Hell, i don't even know

what kind of special ability I can possibly do at this point.

*Growls and barking*

As I hid myself behind one of the trees, I was met with one of the bigger hounds who seemed to be very hungry and was about to bite my head off. With no hesitation, I immediately ran as fast as my cookie legs basically could. Heart beating fast, Mind racing, Eyes checking if the hounds are still there which they actually are that came to no surprise to me. With all the things that came to my mind like would this be basically the end of me or something. I looked back to where I was going and hit my head on a tree with full on impact. As I am still conscious, a sudden smell has reached my nose. It was a strong, flowery smell that I have never smelled before. It was very strong and overwhelming to the point of making me pass out from the strong scent. I can’t really say if it’s a cookie or probably a flower due to its similarities.

As the scent grew stronger and stronger, suddenly a figure appeared out of nowhere. Long White hair which was in a braid, A big long staff that seems to have a big flower on it. This must be….

White lily cookie, from what i've remembered so far about it was that one flashback of her and pure vanilla cookie. A glimpse of that memory of them filled my mind, meaning that the strong flowery scent was coming from her. The smell grew stronger as seconds flew by, the figure I saw wasn't very clear. But it did give me confirmation that it is really her by the colors I saw.

But second by second, my eyes started to shut very carefully and I was no longer yet conscious again.

White lily cookie's POV

More minutes have passed by and I still cannot remember what has happened to me. As more thoughts came to mind, I heard a young cookie screaming for help. Before I knew it, I saw a young cookie running for their dear life. alongside a pack full of cake hounds chasing after the cookie with eyes of hunger. It made sense to me that the young cookie is in need of help. With a few seconds of decision making I have decided to help the poor cookie. With that I cast a spell that would slow down the cake hounds one by one in order for the young cookie to be safe.

“Wait! Hold on for a moment, young cookie, let me help you!”

No luck, The cookie is still running

The moment I finished the last one, I was too late. The Cookie was already on the ground, half eyes closed and is still breathing which is a relief. It seems that the cookie bumped their head towards a tree while escaping. But by the time I went closer and was reaching my hand to them. Within seconds, The poor cookie was unconscious. It Must be because of my strong scent, oh this is the reason why I didn’t let that other cookie come closer to me. What was his name again? Gingerbrave isn’t? Anywho, I should take responsibility for this kind of situation. I can’t just let this cookie crumble here helplessly, that’s the only thing I can do… No I can’t do that, I still must know what happened to me back in the past

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Next Chapter >>>>>>

“Beginning the Journey to saving Earthbread”

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Yo! Wassup! The name’s mihokosugar01 but you can call me Mihoko. Welcome to my first Crk Fanfic! Been working on this for months but FINALLY HERE WE ARE I FINALLY FINISHED IT OML THANKYOUMOTIVATIONFORCOMINGBACK. Ehem- sorry but anyways I really hope u liked my work cause like @simpysimps one of my dear darlings, is still new to tumblr Ehe. Thank you guys for reading and hopefully do the next chapter without taking a few months in working with it so yeah bye!

(Posted this on my last exam day huhuhuhuhu)

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#self+aware+crk #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run x reader #self aware crk #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #crk #cookie run kingdom x you #cookie run imagines #cookie run kindgom

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mars-f4ndom-sp4c3 · 1 year

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Fandom blog and Requests!

Updated: September 14th, 2023.

Hello, welcome! My name is Mars or Cinth, please enjoy my blog! This is for anything Cookie Run I can think of, including fanfiction and fanart!

Can Write!

X reader

Specified reader (Ex: Shy!Reader x character)

Platonic

Light romance

Fluff

Angst

Headcanons

Oneshots

Alternate Universes

Can't write!

Smut

Lemons/Lime

Heavy gore

Sexual themes

I am a minor and uncomfortable with these things

Fandoms I write for!

Cookie run: Kingdom (someday I will play ovenbreak)

I will write for any characters!

That's all for now, folks!

Feel free to ask any questions you might have and I'll try to answer them in a timely manner~

Warnings:

I can and will write angst, which includes blood, injury, and character death. I have no problems with unhappy endings, either!

Questions, concerns, or just wanna talk? Feel free to hit the ask box at any time!

Anon List

Riiight here!

#crk x reader #Cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run headcanons #requests open #Cookie run imagines #This is a whole little trainwreck

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blackberrysstories · 2 years

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what if i gave Onion a knife

Okay, but i will

#👻 i am well rested ; mod talks #👻 a job well done ; anonymous #cookie run kingdom #crk fanart #blackberry cookie #onion cookie #cookie run #cookie run imagine #cookie run imagines

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vikary401 · 2 months

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going insane over here 🧪

#cookie run #cookie run fanart #cookie run kingdom #butter roll cookie #im like. feral about him. you cant even imagine.

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luck-of-the-drawings · 2 months

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THIS THING IS SCUUUFFED AS HELL & ITS ALSO THE BEST THING I HAVE ANIMATED THUS FAR. IM SO IN LOVE WITH EMIZEL. JUST WISH I GAVE HIM MORE STUPID TATTOOS. NEXT TIME THO. NEXT TIME. I ALSO LOVE VEX&VIV SOOOO MUCH. charlies flavor of Deranged is my FAVORITE!!

#cw gore #jrwi fanart #jrwi show #jrwi suckening #jrwi suckening spoilers #ACTULY FINISHED THIS A WHILE AGO. kept going back n forth between trying to work on it more or call it done #in the end i chose DONE!! i worked on this for a full day n a half. NO idea what possesed me but it is NOT happenin again anytime soon #i shall do better NEXT TIME!! in the meantime tho OH MY GOOOOOD WHO WANTS TO SCREAM ABT THE SUCKENING WITH ME #THE FUCKINNN THE FUCKIN THING WITH VEX N VIV BEING THE SHADOW LEADERS OF THE FANGS/DEMONS #OH MMYY GOOOODDD THATS THEIR LIL MEAT GENERATOR... THTS SO FUCKED UP AND COOL UUUGHHH I LOVE THEM...#THEIR FLAVORE IS SO WONDERFUL. I LOOOVE HOW SILLY THEY ARE. MAKING PUNS WHILE PULLIN A SCREAMING VICTIM APART #vex n his lil fashiony art workshop and viv n her sterile n clean doctors office #i bet she doesnt even HAVE a medical liscense. it would be funny if vex did tho. could u imagine #they main MEDIC in tf2 together. viv is the battlemedic while vex only pocket medics for her. COULD U IMAGINE #guh i could go on abt these two forever n ever n ever i LOVE THEMM i gotta draw em more....#OH ALSO before i run outa room. i should say. i took inspiration from a tf2 animation called POOTIS ENGAGED #the animator. Ceno0. uses black bars in the action sequences in SUCH A COOL WAYYY everytime i watch that video i feel inspired #oneday ill make more complex fight scenes... one day....#in the meantime UGHHH I LOVE THE SUCKENING SO MUUUCH CAN I JUST FUCKIN SAAAYY THAT I THINK EMIZEL IS A SMART COOKIE!!#THESE PPL FUCKING FEAR HIM NOW!!! 'SHAMIA SHAMI' IS NOW THEIR MORTAL ENEMY!! POWERFUL ILLUSIONIST. CANT DIE.#THAT PART AT THE END THERE WHERE HE FUCKIN. KILLS HIMSELF INFRONTA THEM. THATS SO AWESOME. THATS SO METAL. AND THEN HE COMES BACK!!#I WATCHED EP 7 ASWELL BUT I WONT SPOIL IT HERE. BUT OMYGOD. EMIZEL IS SO COOL AND CAPABLE N SMART N FUNNY N UGHHHHHH I LOVE HIMMMMM #OKAY THATS MY RAMBLE FOR THE DAY THANKYOU FOR READING. I READ ALL TAGS SO YOU SHOULD RAMBLE TOO. IF YOU WANT. IF YOU CAN.

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snail-noodle · 3 months

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"my my my... what do we have here?"

you shivered in fear at the gigantic being before you. you and your cookie friends had tried your best to seal the rift in the tree with white lily cookie. however, your actions proved pointless. white lily cookie's powers were still too weak and your time had run out. you all watched in horror at the towering cookie grinning down from above.

"it's been so long since we've seen new faces! we were starting to get bored being by ourselves in here..." shadow milk cookie smirked as he took a look at each cookie standing before him. when his eyes had reached you, his gaze stayed far more longer on you than the others. you trembled from his piercing stare, a small whimper escaping from your lips as you backed away and hid yourself behind pure vanilla cookie.

shadow milk cookie chortled at the pathetic display. "Oh, how I have missed the faces of fear from you cookies! Never gets old!" now that the rift had opened big enough for him to pass through, shadow milk cookie stepped out of the silver tree that had kept him and the others imprisoned for so long. the smaller cookies screamed in terror as they scrambled to get out of his way. every footstep he took practically shook the earthbread beneath their feet.

"pure vanilla cookie!" fear clouded your mind as you tugged your leader's arm in desperation. "what are we going to do?!" anxiety gripped your heart when he hesitated to think of a solution. one of the most powerful beings in all of cookiekind has just been unleashed and is ready to bring chaos to the world once more. just how on earthbread will any cookie be able to stop such beasts?

before pure vanilla cookie could even think of an answer, you cried out in alarm as you were suddenly lifted into the air. the other cookies screamed your name as you watched their forms grow smaller and smaller. you gasped as you were face to face with the grinning jester.

"what a cute little cookie you are." he eagerly examined you as if he were a child that had been given a new toy, turning you this way and that. "it's been ages since i had a little pet to dote on. you'll make a fine addition to my collection!" your mind raced as you tried to understand what you have just heard. a collection? a pet to dote on? what on-?!

your thoughts were interrupted as you heard a snap of... fingers? confused, you found yourself locked inside some sort of bird cage; the bars were thick enough to keep you from escaping. shadow milk cookie cooed as he watched you attempt to break free. "no-!" you tugged and pulled at the bars keeping you in.

"no! y-you can't keep me in here! Please!" you cried out to him in desperation. shadow milk cookie only giggled and shook his head, "ah, ah, ah! you're staying right by my side, my little cookie." you shuddered in fear as he began to summon his powers once more. shadows seeped out from your surroundings and from his body. multiple cold blue eyes stared at you and the cookies still down below.

"now, my dear..." with a clap of his hands, monsters of every kind stepped out from the shadows, ready to obey their master. with a manic grin, shadow milk cookie spread his arms out in grandeur to the cookies below. with a perfect view from above, you could only watch in horror as your friends were surrounded at every side by monsters of different sizes.

"let the show begin!"

#i believe in giant fallen heroes #just imagine them actually being much larger than normal cookies #anyway yeah i want to smooch the jester #this is short but i do plan on writing more; possibly make longer fics #just need some motivation aaaaa #not really a canon x self #but it could lead into it... hmmmmm #anywayyy enoyyyyyy :]#shadow milk cookie #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #shadow milk cookie x reader #crk #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #fanfiction #selfshipping

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djljpanda · 3 months

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White Lily Cookie And Pure Vanilla Cookie Being In Love With You

It all started when you attended blueberry Yogurt Academy and you don’t know how but you started to talk to two other cookies and soon you started walking around with them and eating lunch

The first impression that you have of to the two was that you were very sweet to them and they enjoyed that and you also make them laugh so that’s a bonus

Their feelings for you started at different times and different reasons

White Lily Cookie was having the biggest crush on you during your academy days

She would always have a conversation with you and you could be walking around for hours and not notice till you looked around and say “This isn’t the way back home?”

Pure Vanilla cookies didn’t start till toward the end of your academy days as while you two were reading something for a class Pure vanilla cookie couldn’t help but stare at you

Didn’t notice you trying to grab his attention again and his cheeks we’re bringing cause of the embarrassment

White lily cookie and pure vanilla cookie did talk about their feelings toward you and both agreed to share you or be happy for the other if you just chose one

Now these two wanted to have a romantic confession but as hero’s it was always put to the side

But then the war happen with White lily cookie turning into dark enchantress so confessions were out of the picture

Pure vanilla wanted to tell you he loved you but to him it would be unfair to white lily and he doesn’t have to heart to lose you two if you reject him

(Spoilers for beast-yeast)

Now when beast-yeast happen and you three were together again it surprised both pure vanilla and white lily that you confessed but before they could even answer the seal broke

These two cookies love you and would do anything to make sure your safe and happy and you would want that for them too

It does seem like someone doesn’t want you three together but you all know it will happen

#cookie reader #cookie run imagine #cookie run #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run x you #cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #pure vanilla cookie run kingdom #crk white lily cookie #white lily cookie #white lily cookie x reader #pure vanilla cookie x reader #pure vanilla x reader #pure vanilla cookie #polyamory #crk 3rd anniversary #crk beast yeast #crk #crk x reader

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azlrse · 2 years

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Okay, hear me out on this one.

What if the reader USED to love Cacao?

Allow me to explain,

The reader was actually courted and taken on dates by a younger version of cacao. They loved it and him. Dates to watch the sea? Loved that the most. Eventually, after courting the reader for long enough, he pops the question which the reader says yes! Oh how they both were happy!

That is.

Until his love became more and more obsessive. The reader can't get anything done with him constantly looking over their shoulder. He even puts an arm over the reader whenever they go on walks together.

It was suffocating and emotionally draining.

The reader hit their limit when they overheard him threatening their best friend with banishment. So, They decided to end it with him!

But, we all know where that got him.

CW: yandere themes, abuse of power, possessiveness, manipulation, delusional mindset, angst with a hint of fluff.

A/N: man, I love writing for Dark Cacao as a yandere-

I can see Dark Cacao's potential as a yandere due to his overprotective nature towards Reader Cookie but before we go through his circle of madness, let's go back to the beginning of your love story with this lonely king who holds great power of both his kingdom and his soul jam.

Just like what I've mentioned, Reader Cookie came from the Milk Tribe. However, Reader Cookie isn't actually a cookie who was born within the tribe but was adopted by two milk farmers when they're still an infant, abandoned within the cold environment as wolves stared towards the helpless child. They were saved and raised as if you were their own child.

As you grew into adulthood, that's when the young Dark Cacao saw you for the first time. Enamored by your quiet personality, reading countless of books and giving him enough milk to his fellow friends (aka the ancients) when they arrived at your village for the first time. The young prince didn't mind your kindness towards the others, unbothered even but couldn't resist on the sound of your voice whenever you talk about some of your favorite books or how you kept on persuading him and his friends to take some of your delicious and sweet milk for their journey back home.

What you didn't realized is that the young cookie you recently befriended was not other than the king who ended the feud between the dragons of the north and south. A king who was one of the guardians of peace and was crowned as the king of the newly established Dark Cacao Kingdom.

And that's when the newly crowned king realizes that he was indeed in love and gained intense feelings for you, a mere peasant who came from the milk tribe who takes care of him and his friends during their difficult journey within the blizzard. He admitted once to his friends that your knowledge and intelligence was kinda attractive too, if he's honest.

So, he came the a few months after his ruling and presents to you a bracelet made from the finest stones and gems he found within the citadel's walls. It still has the lingering coffee smell, it was pleasant and quite beautiful for a simple bracelet. He asks you for your hand in courtship and admitted that he gained such feelings of happiness and love whenever he's around you. Imagine his adorable smile when the moment he heard that sweet yes from your lips, hugging you tightly as your family and friends cheered for this newfound celebration.

The young king spoiled you alot! Taken on special dates and giving you lots and lots of gifts (mostly books) that reminds him of you. Let's not forget about the time the two of you have that sweet first kiss during a snowball fight as the two of you landed on the soft snow below.

And after 200 dates, he was finally ready to settle down with you, not only as his lover but as the co-ruler of his kingdom and if you want, to raise a family with him. He presents to you a box and opens it, containing a tiara with huge gems placed within the tiara's exterior. His soft hearted "marry me and make me the happiest cookie in all of Earthbread?" Is what convinces you that this cookie, kneeling in front of you with a box on his arms is truly the one for you. I mean, despite being king, Dark Cacao still treats you with so much love and adoration. You dated him not because of his royal status but also because he's a compassionate and protective cookie.

So you said yes, marking the first mistake you ever made.

As time goes on, more and more red flags began to appear on your fiance. He would constantly glare those cookies who took an interest towards you as his hand around your waist drew you closer towards him. He kept on berating you that you're so selfish on having so many people in your life when the only cookie who's worthy of your love was right in front of you. Manipulate and sabotaging your relationships (wether it was familial or purely platonic) to the point that you felt alone and came crawling back into his arms.

The last straw is when you heard in the throne room that one of your friends deserved the ultimate punishment; to be banished outside of the kingdom.

You shouted for you fiance to stop this nonsense and asked him what drove him to banish your friend when he didn't do anything to betray the king and the entire kingdom. His reason? This cookie was one of your closest friends and was indeed a crime to even take a glance at the future king/queen of the kingdom.

So you told him the ultimatum; it's either he would stop his delusional and possessive antics, giving you and your friend the freedom you both deserved and you'll stay with him or he continues walking on this dangerous path and you'll be gone, no longer being his fiance and leave his kingdom for good.

He didn't like this, not even one bit.

In other words, you decided to choose to stay with those cookies whom you cared so much rather then him? He should be the deserved your love and affection. He should be the one alone being the most important cookie on his life. You deserve to be one of the royals living in the Citadel and the one bringing him an heir to this kingdom (aka Dark Choco Cookie).

He waved his hand, a sign that the king and his lover wanting to have their alone time. Many of the cookies are leaving, including your friend who was held prisoner until the king decided to his final punishment. He stood up from his throne and walks forward towards you. Dark Cacao was taller then you, stronger even but you didn't feared him despite you being averaged size while you glared to his purple eyes.

Without a word, he grasp your arm and pulled you closer towards him. Dark Cacao gave you a sharp look towards you and spoke after seconds of silence.

"There's no backing out, beloved. There will be a wedding waiting for us and you're going to wear that kimono I made just for you. If you're thinking of escaping the Citadel, think about your family and friends. You don't want them to be in danger when those predators and wolves lurking around the area are marking their next meal, hmm?"

"W-what do you mean, Dark Cacao? You're scaring me..."

"If you refuse this marriage, they're no longer be protected by the warriors of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. Leaving them by their own terms without such protection and to be placed within the danger zone of the kingdom."

"You can't do this!"

"Then what will it be, Reader Cookie? Will you promise that I shall be the only cookie who is worthy of your love and affection?"

Your eyes went straight to the ground, contemplating wether you should risk your freedom for the sake of the safety of those cookies whom you cared for the longest time. It was suffocating and it felt the the ticking bomb that was placed within your head was counting down to it's last digit. Now you felt trap within this spiraling circle of madness with only the king by your side.

You desperately wanted to see the old Dark Cacao Cookie whom you befriended and the cookie who gave you sweet kisses and cuddles whenever the temperature becomes unbearable. You searched within his eyes the last bit of that flame that sparked the love between you and him.

And it looks like you made a choice....

If it's for the sake of those cookies then so be it but you swore to yourself that you will hate the king in this loveless marriage he proposed to you.

"Fine, but only because I wanted my friends and family to be safe with the kingdom's walls. There, happy now you delusional freak?" That was the beginning of your hateful endearments towards him but didn't mind it at all. Both of his hands traveled below your waist and pulled you closer to his broad, shiny armour. He gave you a small smile, feeling the euphoria and relief upon hearing your answer. "Very much so, my love."

And it was sealed with a kiss.

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