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I've seen noone requested any yandere yet and I see you write it so I thought I'd give you your first yandere request so you can try it out and stuff! May I request a yandere eclair with a museum attendant reader? Like reader's job is to care for the gems by polishing them and making sure all the items displayed in the museum look nice and are ready for people viewing them?

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 - 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭(?)

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 - 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞!𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐱 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐦 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ 𝐂𝐖 - 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄(𝐒) - 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 !! 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬. 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧! <𝟑 (𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨, 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐨 [𝐁𝐓𝐖 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.])

ㅤ" (𝐘/𝐍)! " 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. (𝐘/𝐍) 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦.

ㅤ𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬. 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡. 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 (𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟) 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲.

ㅤ𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨.

ㅤ" 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫? 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲? " 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐩. 𝐇𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 (𝐘/𝐍)'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬.

ㅤ" 𝐘-𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝! " 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨. " 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭. "

ㅤ" 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞, " (𝐘/𝐍) 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. " 𝐒𝐨, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝? "

ㅤ" 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩,, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲.. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬. " 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝.

ㅤ𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲. " 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? " 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 (𝐘/𝐍)'𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟𝐟.

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ㅤ" 𝐒𝐨, 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐦? " 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞.

ㅤ" 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲-𝐭𝐨-𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. " 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝. " 𝐖𝐡𝐲? "

ㅤ" 𝐍𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 (𝐘/𝐍)? "

ㅤ𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.. 𝐨𝐝𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞? " 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨- "

ㅤ" 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦? " 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐲, 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤.

ㅤ" 𝐔𝐡𝐦.. 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈'𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐒𝐨.. 𝐲𝐞𝐬? " 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 (𝐘/𝐍).. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥.

ㅤ𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞.

ㅤ" 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫? 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? "

ㅤ" 𝐀𝐡, 𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲. 𝐈 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲. " 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐠. " 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝? 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲. "

ㅤ𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝, " 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞, "

ㅤ𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟.

ㅤ𝐀 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐍𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥.

ㅤ" 𝐒𝐨, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦? " 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐞.

ㅤ" 𝐀𝐡, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭.. 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭, 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐬. " 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭, 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞.

ㅤ𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧.. 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

ㅤ𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧, 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 (𝐘/𝐍). 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫? 𝐇𝐞'𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧?! 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞!

ㅤ" 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫? 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐨? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? " (𝐘/𝐍) 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝.

ㅤ" 𝐇𝐮𝐡? 𝐎𝐡, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, (𝐘/𝐍). 𝐈'𝐦 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. " 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥. 𝐈𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬.

ㅤ𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 (𝐘/𝐍) 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐥𝐲. " (𝐘/𝐍).. 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈'𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐲. 𝐈.. "

ㅤ" 𝐈'𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. "

ㅤ" 𝐈.. " 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬. 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

ㅤ𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤, " 𝐋𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞. " 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡.

ㅤ" 𝐖𝐡𝐚- 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?? " (𝐘/𝐍) 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤.

ㅤ" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝟏𝟓 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? " 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝.

ㅤ(𝐘/𝐍) 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲, " 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭. " 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲.

ㅤ𝐖𝐡𝐲?

ㅤ𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥.. 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐄𝐜𝐥��𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬.. '𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠' (𝐘/𝐍). 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲- 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 -𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

~𝐄𝐍𝐃~

𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐒𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐝𝐨. 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐝, 𝐈 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!!

~🌸

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angelicalchaoticabyss · 2 years

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Morning Cuddles (Cookie Run Kingdom x Reader headcanons)

(A small collective of headcanons for some cookies)

Éclair Cookie:

.This man flusters so easily, anything from a kiss to a hug gets his face red.

.Though in the early mornings and especially if it’s raining, he’s the one to start cuddling you. He just finds it a lovely things to start off the day with.

.Not even he can escape the lazy effect the sight and sound of rain gives a person, opening the museum can wait. The beloved in his arms matters more right now, the rain commands it.

.Really loves nuzzling his face into your hair or neck.

.Yes, you can even do this at his desk, just sitting on his lap while he holds you close. He can take a small break from his relics, his lovely needs his attention after all.

Clotted Cream Cookie:

.The mornings are always so pleasant, with sunlight fluttering in through the windows as the whole republic begins to wake up.

.Clotted Cream is already cuddling you, has been since last night.

.He loves holding you close to him as a small gesture to show his love, sometimes he just doesn’t want to get out of bed right away.

.If you try on those days, he’ll just pull you back down into his arms muttering “A few more minutes dear~.” While giving you a playful grin. How can you refuse?

.You lay there together as all the servants start to get up and one of them has to knock on the door thinking you’re still asleep. Sometimes you do fall back asleep so the knock is both appreciated and hated.

Dark Cacao Cookie:

.He’s normally not much of a cuddler on his own, expressing those deeper emotions has always been a problem that he’s been slowly managing to remedy.

.More often than not if you want to cuddle you have to start it with him and he’ll follow your lead.

.Don’t be fooled by his cold exterior he’s very warm and being locked in his arms, pressed close to his chest, is just one of the most pleasant feelings in the world.

.Sometimes if he manages to find the words and emotional courage, he’ll even pet you while muttering praises and things he likes about you. He made a mistake about showing little love once…he won’t make it again.

.There is one thing that will guarantee him starting a cuddle, if the outside’s cold air manages to slip into the citadel and makes you shiver, he’ll react. The moment Dark Cacao notices you’re cold in any way he’ll automatically begin to hold you as to warm you up. You’re not complaining.

Espresso Cookie:

.Getting morning cuddles from him is difficult especially since he can go for days without sleeping.

.You’re often alone in your shared bed because he’s busy with his work, but the coffee cookie always manages to make it up to you.

.When he is able to cuddle you, he’ll take full advantage of it to make you happy and also to hopefully get you to forgive him if you’re mad. He’ll hold you close pressed against him, nuzzling your hair and leaving little butterfly on your head. He’ll be quietly apologizing and telling you everything he loves about you.

.It works every time because you can’t stay mad at this workaholic.

.Sometimes if you WANT and are GOING to get his cuddling, you’ll head straight to his work desk and climb onto him like “Hm, dear what is it- Eeeeheee!”. When you start the cuddling, especially like that, nothing can stop him from being immensely flustered.

Affogato Cookie:

.This man trusts no one so the fact you’re at this point shows a special tenacity about you, or a quality that he greatly likes.

.When the snake is in love, he’ll give you anything you want if it’ll make you happy, herbs, sweets, coins, (some things it’s best to not question where he gets it) etc. So, something as simple as cuddle in the morning he’ll find amusing but pleasant.

.After the first time he views this as a GREAT luxury.

.Due to his inner self-image issues and self-loathing, he won’t admit that you wanting to cuddle him greatly warms his heart. So, it’s an act of love he’ll gladly give.

.He’ll always ensure you’re the most comfortable in his arms and he’ll hold you even closer if you’re cold, wrapped up in the snake’s coils ever so snuggly.

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brittle-doughie · 1 year

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Imagine if Y/N cookie was an actor in the movies, they would be the biggest box office draw.

Oh yeah, you would be at the top of the charts for the month, tickets have to be stocked every hour and seats would need to be crammed in to fit all the guests that booked one!

Reviews mention that while the movie was already great, it was you, the lead actor in the film that really stole the show and made it way better.

Autograph signings would have lines extending outside the building with cookies too stubborn to move from their spots and disputes would rise if someone was cutting!

Pirated copies of your movies are quickly scrubbed off the internet, you deserved every coin made from them!

You best believe that merchandise is also bought left and right with cookies like Cheesecake showing off her entire room of merch for all to see online.

Blackberry admits to owning a plushie of you that she likes to hold onto when she’s on break. She does allow Onion to play with it if she asks, but is adamant on wanting the plushie returned later.

Cocoa cherishes the autograph copy of your movie that she keeps in her room! She and Mint Choco have to get an early start for seat bookings as they want the front row!

Tea Knight finds comfort in your more lighthearted movies, it inspires him to keep fighting the good fight!

Eclair documents your whole movie career from start to currently! He’s an avid collector of your early merchandise that he keeps in a area of the museum, safely secured and locked.

Twizzly would want to rob cookies of your merchandise and movie copies to take back with her to her gang! They can binge watch them all in one sitting.

Shining Glitter is a big advocate for your movies, her voice being the loudest online when she praises your efforts and performance! Look, she even bought a tiny flag with your face on it for her car!

#brittle answers #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #cr x reader #cookie run #blackberry cookie #tea knight cookie #eclair cookie #shining glitter cookie #twizzly gummy cookie #cheesecake cookie #cocoa cookie #mint choco cookie #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #cookie run ovenbreak

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pure-vanilla-lilies · 2 years

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Captain Caviar Cookie NSFW HeadCanons 2

@sugaaaaaaaar threat to me /j love ya

•First of all this man has nipple piercings because yes

•Will definitely pull your hair rough when he fucks you like a whore

•”Too much baby girl / boy?! You said you wanted it rough, you’ll get rough~”

•Caviar definitely loves it when you call him sir, it will boost his ego up to fuck you harder and faster~

•Caviar definitely loves you blow him under his desk or under the table while with a meeting with the elders

•”Ack, baby girl / boy keep going~”

•Caviar will definitely use toys on you, but loves tying you up

•Would love to try new kinks if your up to it

•This man will go on for hours, because your his cum dumpsters

•Admin is gonna get bullied huh /j

•Lastly for after care, you get the best cuddles because he’s a great cuddler and I don’t make the rules!

#eclair writes #cookie run smut #captain caviar cookie #captain caviar cookie x reader

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sleepingdeath-light · 1 year

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count for him ; 18+

requested by ; somekindofshadowcreature

word count ; 1339

content ; spanking/pain play, semi-public sex acts, implied desk sex (stops just before penetration), dom!eclair cookie

fandom ; cookie run

pairing ; eclair cookie x cis male!reader

read also on ; ao3

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

Eclair had been married to his job since long before the two of you had met, always being the first person in and the last person to leave. Eagerly accepting overtime and extra shifts at the museum whenever the opportunities arose in order to further engross himself in his studies of the dragons and warriors of bygone eras — and teach others in Parfaedia about it as well, sharing his passions with such glee that it was contagious.

Though his palpable excitement and eagerness to seek out first hand accounts of these ancient times often led to him spending months meticulously restoring old manuscripts and piecing together old tomes and artwork from those periods alongside the help of conservators. Work that required his complete focus and dedication. Work that required long days and longer nights spent communicating with his colleagues and researching and communicating new findings and rinse and repeat for what felt like an eternity.

So that left you to make sure he took care of himself and actually took advantage of the scheduled breaks provided to him by the museum. That he didn’t work himself to the bone through his lunch break and rested his eyes for longer than it took him to blink.

Which brought you to now: leaning against the frame of his open doorway, arms crossed disapprovingly across your chest as you looked between your watch and your still very much so working boyfriend. 12pm sharp — the start of his hour lunch break and a time where you should have been able to stroll into his office and spend some much needed time with him.

Should being the operative word there.

An operative that didn’t at all reflect the reality of your situation like it never did these days — and you were sick and tired of it. So, without further ado, you strode purposefully towards his desk and swivelled his chair around to face you, reaching around him to carefully mark and close the book he was looking at.

You’d be damned if you let him miss another break.

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"Dear, what are you doing here? I have some very important documents to review and -"

"The documents you've been reviewing since yesterday?" You sighed and leaned down to peck him on the lips. "You've been working nonstop for the past month — do you even know what time it is right now?"

"Of course I do!" He huffed, rolling his eyes. "It's, um..."

"It's 12:03, hun." You finished flatly, raising an eyebrow at his demeanour. "You need to take a break, like immediately. No ifs, ands or buts."

"And you're going to enforce that how, exactly?" He asked with a sarcastic roll of his eyes. "Besides," he reached behind himself, hand groping blindly for the documents he was scanning, "the work I'm doing is of the upmost importance to our research into the Great Flour War — this could be groundbreaking, you know. And I think it's about time you start acting a little bit more grateful for the work I do to support this establishment and us."

"That work is meaningless if I never get to see you, babe!" You insisted, throwing your arms up in the air in an exasperated gesture. "You're constantly working and I get that this means a lot, but you need to take a break for your own sanity,"

At that he paused and just stared at you for a moment, one hand slowly reaching up to adjust his monocle as he trailed his eyes up and down your body. Taking in your frustrated expression, your tense posture and everything else about you until he smiled in that knowing way he often did and reached up to grab your wrist.

"I understand what you're saying now, dear," he began, tone light and lilting with something you couldn't quite place, before he suddenly pulled you down in such a way that you landed forwards across his lap, "but that doesn't mean you can get away with disturbing my research. This is incredibly important, you know — and I know that you do — and I can't afford to leave so many relics and manuscripts going undocumented and untranslated. It would be unprofessional, to say the very least."

You opened your mouth to question him, but the words died on your tongue when he moved and pulled your trousers and underwear down to your knees — exposing your ass and thighs to the cold air of his office. His office with the door to the adjoining hallway still wide open and exposing exactly what you were doing to any of your colleagues who happened to poke their heads in or walk past at the wrong moment. His office with windows that spanned from the floor to the ceiling with a perfect view of the gardens below and that were cracked open just enough that you could hear the visitors outside enjoying their meals and playing the games your employer had recently invested in.

His office where you were entirely exposed and completely at your boyfriend’s mercy — and by the way his warm hand was caressing the swell of your ass, you gathered that he wasn’t feeling particularly merciful. So you braced yourself and grasped at the edge of the desk to steady yourself, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself for the imminent strikes against your backside — startled by his voice as he called out a single instruction.

“Count for me — be as clear as you can.”

And then your ‘punishment’ began.

————

The first strike was to the meat of your left thigh, the impact startling you and causing your body to tense before you were able to gasp out a single phrase 'one'. And, pleased with your compliance, your boyfriend took a moment to soothe the area with a few slow rubs of his palm and a chaste kiss before he continued on.

The next was to your right thigh and, like before, you tensed and gasped but still managed to count for him. Consistently willing to do as you were told, and that earned you more soothing — his soft lips, his oddly gentle touch, his words of praise.

Praise and teasing that continued and punctuated each strike and number as he moved to your ass — right, then left — and then went back down to your thighs. Left, right, right, left. Each collision equally sharp and hard and leaving your skin stinging in their wake — yet, somehow, causing your cock to harden and twitch as he went on.

Three.

"You're being so receptive, I'm impressed,"

Four.

"If only you could see yourself like this, darling, it really is a treat,"

Five.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you wanted to be caught,”

Six.

“Don’t quieten down on my account, you make the most wonderful sounds,”

And so on until your ass and thighs were on fire and the tip of your cock was leaking and you’d counted well into the double digits — reaching thirty before he finally relented. Your eyes welling up with unshed tears from the overwhelming mixture of pain and pleasure as he soothed your stinging skin with gentle rubbing and quiet shushing.

“You did so well, darling,” he began, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to the swell of your ass, “I’m impressed.”

The praise and the implications behind it had you smiling shyly to yourself, lips parting to respond before you were cut off by him helping you to your feet and guiding you to sit on the top of his desk. Only able to gasp from the shock of the cold before he rushed forwards and pressed his lips against yours, one hand wandering down to tug his hard length out of his robes as he spoke up once again. His words making your mouth run dry and your dick jump with the promise of proper pleasure that hung from his tone.

“Now let’s see if you can keep quiet for just a bit longer; we don’t want my colleagues to see you like this, do we?”

#sleepingdeath #male reader #male reader smut #smut #smut fic #cookie run smut #crk smut #minors dni #minors fuck off #eclair cookie x reader #eclair cookie smut

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yandere--stuck · 2 years

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You: *exists*

Eclair:

#cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #crk x reader #yandere cookie run #eclair cookie x reader #yandere eclair cookie

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team--edward · 6 months

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#you should share in tags the names you come up with lol #I’m really curious because I didn’t star reading x reader fics until recently and it’s because of one piece lmao #so for me I use a unique name for each character #or just try to ignore it #NEVER my own name #cause I’m reading it for the character #not for me #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #y/n #ao3 #opla #I use Joy for buggy and Clair (like eclair) for sanji

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Yandere 2p England x Reader

“Geez! This stain just won’t come off!” You seethed between your teeth as you tried to scrub off a prevailing red stain on the linoleum countertop. Working up a sweat simply scrubbing you decided you’d rather push it off to the manager as a problem for them to solve. You abandoned it with prejudice scurrying to peek at the dwindling customers from the bulky coffee machine.

Counting.

One.

Two.

Thre– “Hello Poppet!”

You jumped as the pastel owner of the bakery seemingly popped out of nowhere. You regained your composure smiling at him.

“Oh hi Mr. Kirkland, how are you doing this evening?”

You greeted him warmly not only as your actual boss but as the kind man who decided to hire you despite being an outsider in such a small town. Moving into a tight-knit community was hard enough but actually finding someone willing to employ you was harder. But when all seemed lost for you, you stumbled into Oliver’s bakery and it was him that lovingly provided his support as you got back on your feet.

“Oh, Poppet, didn't we talk about that name?” You swore it sounded like a threat but from all the time you’ve spent with him you knew some of the things he said just sounded like that.

“Oh uh right Mr-Oliver. Sorry.”

“I don’t know why you even put up with such a lousy tart!” Oh.The manager.

Luke. He was a nasty one. The spawn of the snotty underhanded mayor, given the position by some favor Oliver owed. The dude was on your back 24/7 hurling insults and complaining about everything you’ve ever done. No doubt it was his excitement for the newblood; manifesting his already unhealthy behavior into the only way he reckons he can interact with you. Oliver told you so when you complained about him.

“Hello Manager.”

“Oh won't you do me the honors of even saying my name?”

“Shut it Pukeface.”

“”What was that, butter fingers?”

“You two…” A shadow was made by his bowed head before he rose with a twitching smile. “Quit it won’t you? I can’t stand to see you fight after such a long day.”

“Sorry Oliver.” You looked angrily at Luke as he moved past you, clearing out the register; not bothering to even apologize for his behavior. Before you could mumble an apology for him the bell had rung twice as two of the customers departed. Reminded of the lingering few customers, you excused yourself to tend to them, mostly just giving the reminder that you’ll be closing in a few minutes.

Finally flipping over the closing sign you let out a loud sigh of relief. It had been a long day like the rest since the bakery’s popularity was at an all time high. You called out to Oliver as you closed the blinds warning him of there being no late visitors and that he could officially close the kitchen. You knew better than to walk into the kitchen to tell him. Seeing as Oliver was so adamant about keeping his recipes secret; he even hired you and Luke to manage the front exclusively. The only thing you were responsible for was the taking of orders,the creation of teas and coffee, and that should have been all but thanks to the laziness of Luke you also must clean, be the cashier, and solve any problem that should arise.

Speaking of the lazy lous, where was he?

You ducked into the bathroom calling his name and still no response. While Luke wasn’t known to linger after his shift was ended he never would have left without trying to bully you out of your fair share of pastries. These were supposed leftovers that Oliver gave claiming it was just some that he had’nt sold but it always begged the question as to why they were always so warm. Nonetheless it was a courtesy bestowed to only you and Luke many a time went to steal it from you. Yet he was nowhere to be found and while you weren’t complaining you found it odd.

“Oliver! Oliver, did you see Luke leave? Oliver?”

You peeked your head outside the back door of the building seeing nothing but the dumpsters and a lone trash bag leaning haphazardly on the wall. You returned back into the bakery looking for the two men and having no look.

You would have dismissed it and gone home, assured that the next day you could get answers but the muffled yell coming from behind those forbidden kitchen doors made you stop. You stopped and trained your ear toward the door searching for definite evidence. Hearing another muffled scream you decided that someone probably got trapped in the freezer or is in some position to call so desperately for help. Justifying Oliver’s warning with the call for help you pushed past the doors.

Immediately there was something of a draft running through the pristine kitchen that had shivers running up your spine. You looked around at the clean countertops and mused at the organized ingredients. You had always expected that Oliver might’ve been the time to have a messy workspace with his optimistic gentlemanly appearance. Pushing the thought away you made your way to the freezer which as you expected had the door wideopen. Thinking ahead you dragged a nearby bag of flour in front of the door keeping it open before hearing a barely audible groan from inside. You grimaced as you weaved through the hanging slabs of meat to the barely moving unrecognizable pile.

You moved quickly trying to ignore the fearful increase of your heart. Why was there any kind of meat in a bakery? Why were they shaped like that? Like humans? Your trembling hands worked as fast as they could to reveal the battered body of Luke.

“L-luke? W-what are you doing here? Mr. Kirkland said not to go anywhere near his kitchen!”

The man didn’t retort; he only seemed to shake, letting his nervous brown eyes flit around from anywhere but you. Still pulling off whatever this was off of him you wondered why he didn’t seem to be helping until you removed the final piece.

“Wh-where are your legs?”

His pants were hollow from the knee down sagging with a liquid that you can assume was blood. You tried to stop your imagination from wondering who did this and why.

“You have to get me out of here! He’s coming!”

“Who? Who?”

“Oliver! Oliver did this! Now get me out of here!”

“Mr. Kirkland would never! I-I don’t know what you’re on about but he’d never do that! J-just grab onto me. W-we have t-to take you to the doctors,” You turned and crouched down to carry Luke on your back.”G-get your head checked and–and then we’ll know who really did this.”

You tried not to think about the logistics of this even as you registered how light he was now. Set on your path you turned to leave right out the freezer door only to be met by the sight of the closed door slamming.

“NO!” Luke shouted in your ear but you continued walking to the door. Face to face with it you tried pushing it to find no result. Pushing. Pulling. Banging. Yelling. Nothing seemed to work and you were getting panicked. Feeling along the door for some kind of latch or mechanism all you found was the lock hole on the doorknob.

“This..can be locked from the inside?”

“HE’S COMING! HE’S COMING! HE KNOWS HE DID IT ON PURPOSE!”

“Luke can you please be quiet, I need to focus.”

“Yeah Luke, why don’t you quiet down?”

You turned to see the man of the hour, Oliver Kirkland standing where you had just walked moments ago, directly behind you and Luke who was now leaned up on the wall nearby. Smiling his usual smile.

“I-I’m so glad you’re here w-we didn’t mean to come in here but we got trapped an–”

“Oh Poppet I’m just glad you didn’t leave yet! I was looking for you all over!”

“Y-you were?”

“I was. Did you eat the eclairs I left for you?”

“Uhm no– uh can you help us get out Luke is injur–”

“Why not?”

“B-because I heard that Luke was in trouble! Mr. Kirkland, do you realize this is a serious situation!?”

“Oliver.”

“Are you listening to me at all right now!?”

“I don’t like your attitude, Poppet.”

“WHO CARES IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT!” You immediately jumped at your own volume. You’d never shouted at Oliver let alone gotten angry at him for anything. But then again you’d never been afraid of him either.

He sighed exasperated before looking at you like a disappointed parent.

“Poppet I don’t stand for tantrums but I’ll forgive you if you eat your eclair now.”

“What!? No!”

You tried to go around him but a firm grip on your wrist stopped you. Before you could turn to wrench your arm away you were flung once again to the locked door of the freezer. You were pulled off the door by that same arm only for it to be twisted to your back in a restrictive hold.

“Ahh!”

You cried out as more pressure was put on your twisted arm rendering the other one useless. You could feel the warm angry breaths he made along your ear. An eclair was stuck in your face nudging at your pursed lip.

“Now Poppet, you’ll be a good babe and eat your eclair. Do it.”

“Ok-ok-but will you help Luke?”

“Sure dear.” That was easy.

You took a tentative bite looking into his threatening gaze. You settled to focus on the eclair instead as it seemed the look in his eyes only made your heart beat faster. Taking the last bite you noted the remaining icing coating his fingers.

“Lick it.”

“Bu-Ohm!”

The moment you opened your mouth to protest he shoved his fingers into your mouth. You tried to pull away but the pain in your arm stopped you. Your only option was to let your boss explore the reaches of your mouth leaving nothing untouched. Satisfied, he slowly pulled out making sure to caress the walls of your cheek and making a string of drool from your mouth and his hand. You’d hope he’d just break it ending your embarrassment but he pushed his own cheek closer to yours. Practically kissing you from the side he licked whatever residue of your drool that was left replacing it with his own. It was like he was teasing you with how slow he was moving letting his eyes peer at you in all your vulnerability.

He moved away slowly lingering as he released your arm, all for you to buckle over trying to catch your breath and not trigger your gag reflex. You heard steps walking deeper into the freezer moving around to a specific spot.

“Were you worried I forgot about you, boy?”

Oh no Luke!

“WAIT NO PLEA–”

SLICE

Thunk!

You were too scared to look but you were sure that Luke was no more. You felt like you owed it to him to at least see how he went. But when you looked up all you could see was the blurry image of a man in a pastel sweater splattered with crimson stains, smiling at you with a heavy blush on his face.

“Looks like my Poppet is ready for their nap!” You could barely feel the wet and warm hands of Oliver as he cradled your face, trying to grasp how quickly you were losing consciousness.”

“..W..w..hy..?”

“Oh Poppet, bullies fight all the time to get their hands on a sweetness like you!” He put his hands under your arms pulling you into his lap, nuzzling your head as you laid nearly limp. With a peck to your nose and then a peck on your cheek.

“I just had to be first.”

He kissed you hard against your lips before picking you up. By now you can’t even open your eyes but you hear the sound of the lock and the receding coldness of the freezer. You can hear his humming, the sound of locks clicking, the feel of a plush mattress, and the warmth of another human being.

“You are only mine (Y/n)...My sweetness…I expect all the bullies to come searching for you and when they do I will gladly bake you more.”

#yandere 2p hetalia #yandere 2p england #yandere #yandere x reader #Yandere Oliver Kirkland #oliver kirkland #2p england #pocreaderfriendly #eclairs #implied cannibalism

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puddings-writing-blog · 2 years

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hi hii!! dunno if requests are full yet as of the time i send this but! I really liked the dragon ones you did lole! Could i ask for ig a continuation? so this time maybe the same three (or just licorice and eclair :] whichever’s cool with you haha) with their “dragon” s/o but well. Seeing their dragon form? they’ve got like, feathered wings, sorta noodle like (sorta look like a ferret manticore if that makes sense, im sorta still loopy from waking up lmao),, and uhh. Maybe they take the cookies for a fly or something? Or in terms of lychee, flying around with them, maybe doin a lil mischief, idk!! Uhhh again, thank youu lol!! Hope ur week goes well! <33

- 🐛 anon

Here you go 🐛 Anon! ^^ This was adorable to write! Flying dates with dragons my beloved <3

Requested?: Yes

Genre: Fluff, romantic

Warnings: None

Pronouns used: He/Him for Licorice Cookie and Eclair Cookie, They/Them for Lychee Dragon Cookie

Licorice Cookie

-At first, he was intimidated

-But then relaxed once he realised it was you ^^

-He may try to hide it, but he’s in awe <3

-When you took him for a fly, he was actually a bit scared due to the height

-But he was mostly a mix of excited, amazed and happy ^^

-Excited because he gets to fly :), amazed by the view, and happy that he got to spend some time with his lovely s/o <3

Lychee Dragon Cookie

-They kinda just looked at you with a “:0” face but with sparkles in their eyes

-Then their look of amazement was slowly replaced with one that showed mischief (Like this: >:D )

-”Hehe…Wanna mess with the others in our dragon form?”

-You two ended up scaring a few cookies

-After flying around together ^^

-Partners in crime, except the crime is mischief <3

Eclair Cookie

-He stared at you with sparkles in his eyes (Like in various sprites of his) for at least five minutes

-”You look ABSOLUTELY stunning, dear!”

-When you took him for a fly, he held onto his hat for dear life

-”D-don’t laugh at me…! This hat cost a LOT! Wouldn’t want it falling off”

-He says, blushing in embarrassment ^^

-It was peaceful, with the two of you talking about the view and the history of certain places you pass by <3

-What a lovely couple that will be remembered by history <3

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak #crk #crob #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run ovenbreak x reader #pudding’s writing #Licorice Cookie #Lychee Dragon Cookie #Eclair Cookie

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kalopses-sonderes · 1 year

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Crk characters reacting to you picking them up!

Pt. 2 to this post

Dark Cacao

Just being picked up and swung around by you for all the kingdom to see, he feels so embarrassed! He doesn’t show it tho, he has to keep his composure cause his son might see him!

Latte

She enjoying the love, you don’t pick up many cookies but shes one of the few that you do and she feels so honored! She finds it adorable how you fuss about how cute she is.

Eclair

Kinda glad you picked him up. He can slightly see your face through the sky and when you pick him up, he gets a better view. He’s been trying to get an accurate drawing of you, and you’re helping him a lot!

Pomegranate

Wants to hate it but she can’t. She finds it adorable how you call her cute and just needs love. Shes takes it as a sign that she gets to have your favor more than anyone else!

Taglist:

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#dark cacao x reader #cookies of darkness #latte cookie #latte x reader #cookie run eclair cookie #eclair x reader #pomegrante cookie #pomegranate cookie run #pomegranate x reader #crk #cookie run x reader #self aware cookie run #crk self aware #self+aware+crk #self aware au #self aware crk

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laynjames · 2 years

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— Spell —

"Si fue hechizo ó no fue hechizo,¿éso qué me importa ya? Pues mis ojos son sus ojos y mi ser solo su ser"

Your fragile cookie feet sounded through the corridors of the house until you reached the almost tiny place where your husband spent his free time reading or fixing relics,something normal for you

You knocked on the door softly,waiting a few seconds

"Go ahead!"

You listened later,opening the door to peek his head into those tired but sweet green eyes,he looked from you,giving him a faint smile as you approached.

He smiled back,as papers full of letters that were possibly from his work surrounded him.

"Hello,honey,I didn't expect you to show up here"

"Maybe I thought I'd give my dear husband a visit,or did I interrupt?"

"Not at all,I was reading to entertain me a bit,the work is too much,but I'm still one hundred percent,happy to deliver!"

He stammered quickly,knowing that you would soon give him an answer like "You must rest"

As you approached his back,you gave a slight smile to how he answered,hugging him,you felt him relax,closing his eyes,you noticed what he did and you proposed to go to bed to sleep and yes,rest,¡the word that he doesn't know,the poor cookie had dark circles under her eyes!

For the first time in years,he nodded,getting up and giving you a hug in which he almost fell,you heard a murmur come out,you laughed when you thought he was making strange sounds,accompanying him to the shared room,you helped to remove his corset

He changed his usual clothes for a more comfortable one,you lay down on the bed,Eclair followed you later,weakly moving his arms to indicate that he wanted to have you on his chest,you nodded and then snuggled up,noticing how the cookie closed his eyes slowly

And you too,both needed to rest together,to continue with their day to day,as the couple they are

"Si fue hechizo ó no fue hechizo,ya no me preocupa más,soy felíz entre sus brazos,ésa es una realidad"

Ana Gabriel — Hechizo

#eclair cookie x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run x reader

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brittle-doughie · 2 years

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Okay Jelly walker Crunchy Chip, Eclair, The whole Republic, Ancients or Legendaries. Sorry if it’s a lot, since you probably have business with requests and personal life, you can choose one or more if you like, your choice!

Various Cookies as Jellywalkers #2

All is well, though I will try to summarize a group of cookies like I did with the CoD in the previous part. May have tidbits from Cookie Odyssey, but will try to refrain from much spoilers.

Crunchy Walker and his now jellied Cream Wolf act similarly like Tiger Lily Walker and her jellied tiger, hunter walkers who are the first to respond to an event where you’re missing from the horde, Crunchy will raise a fuss against her over the role of providing your getaway in case of danger. He remembers you when Brave and the gang visited their kingdom, so he was already feeling uneasy on the fact he had to fight you. He wouldn’t need to, the horde showed him the light and now he understood, he shouldn’t be fighting against you, but for you! He hopes Cacao, Arrow, and his fellow Cream Wolves understood as well…

Eclair Walker still continues to collect anything he deems of substantial value, however what he deems as a wonderful specimen was you! You were the greatest specimen of them all with how you manage to control the horde to your command, this is something he has to look into! Not sure actually getting infected was the initial plan, but it works. Now he still messily records what he finds and saves the best ones for you to look at, this tainted bear jelly will surely have you amazed! As much as a walker can anyway.

The Council of Elders gave them the task. Financier and Clotted were ordered to not only convince the Ancients with the soul jam, but due to your influence on Earthbread as a good cookie, hopefully score a meeting with you. Caviar and Oyster being eager to see you in particular. They’re SHOOK when the two cookies came back with you…..and a group of jellywalkers within the airship, it didn’t take long for the republic to fall under siege. It starts within the group with Baumkuchen Cookie examining a cookie when the infected lunged at him, force feeding the tainted jelly. He saw many things, Y/N Cookie being a major one. Every positive thing about you was correct, and so much more…it was why the mob followed in the first place. The others had to see this, no, experience this…experience you….first it was Mille, then Canele, Sable, Caviar, Vanilla Sugar, Custard, Mulled Juice, before finally reaching Oyster. They’re now one of many within the mob, a passive role of taking care of you with Caviar and Oyster capable of defending you. Perhaps they did manage to score that meeting with you after all…

For this AU, Lily is still within the group and nothing bad happened to her :)

The Ancients, outside of the legendaries, are THE most dangerous of the horde and the last cookies you want to see stand against you. It is recommended to not, under any circumstances, approach the horde if you see them. It starts with White Lily and Pure Vanilla showing sympathy and worry over your infected self, signaling the mob to keep back. They wish to reunite with you, and you did just that. Now you wish for the others to follow, you didn’t want the horde to possibly hurt them. Cacao tried to refuse, but seeing Cheese and Holly willing to be with their dearest again had left him alone with his decision. He..does not wish for that. All of them are now your fiercest protectors, their power alone means that every manner of filth stand no chance. Cacao is especially violent with them, he hates to see his dearest get hurt on his watch..

Black Pearl Cookie would always expect you to see her out in the Duskgloom Sea, she’s grown far too attached for you to simply allow you to disappear on her. When you didn’t show up for at least today, she’ll be at the shore searching for you. She waits until you eventually showed up, an infected you. She shrieks at the group beyond you, she acts quick and held onto you in her arms and splashing away the mob with a wave. She would later return to the shore, a now infected sea monster. She feels if she was also infected, she could be way closer to you then before, and when she felt the two of you become one through a hivemind-like link, she was very much giddy. She’s your partner of the waters, though she could care less about the rest of the horde, they can become soggy for all she cares, but tolerates them for you.

Frost Queen Cookie would’ve never had let you leave her ice palace if she knew there was a infection running around, and now she faces you and your mob. Like BP, she could care less about your mob, but would take you with her, care for you as she tried to find methods for a cure. You were her warmth through the endless cold, she won’t let you escape her grasp. The horde would batter at the doors, angrily screaming as they demand the return of their heart. Why can’t they all freeze to death already, but her getting infected would come quicker. The circumstances to her infection is undetermined, but the doors would open to see you and her hand and hand, now sharing an infectious bond that brought her warmth like none other…

#brittle answers #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #jelly walkers x reader #cookie wars x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie npc x reader #council of elders #crunchy chip cookie #eclair cookie #hollyberry cookie #dark cacao cookie #pure vanilla cookie #golden cheese cookie #white lily cookie #oyster cookie #captain caviar cookie

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pure-vanilla-lilies · 1 year

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if you like: hcs for black pearl x reader :)

Of Course!

Black Pearl General Dating Head Canons

-At first Black Pearl rescued you from drowning

-With Black Pearl saving you, You were nervous but she assure that you are safe with her

-"Don't be scared Y/N I won't hurt you."

-With your fear drawn away, you felt safe in her arms.

-With many months passed you two are dating

-Black Pearl with play with your [Hair Length] hair or she'll leave lipstick stains on your neck or face

-Pet names, Black Pearl don't mind them but she ain't use to them

-She loved when you play with her long fluffy hair

-She'll catch you your [favorite sea food] and loves to see you smile!

-Lastly, if you like tight hugs. Black Pearl is the one to give!

#eclair writes #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #black pearl cookie #black pearl cookie x reader

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sleepingdeath-light · 9 months

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relationship hcs ; eclair cookie

requested by ; anonymous (03/08/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; eclair cookie

outline ; “UCS- dating headcanons for Éclair Cookie?”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

eclair cookie is an incredibly loving and attentive partner, the sort who would drop what he was doing at the drop of the hat to care for you and who isn’t too prideful to comfort you or apologise after a spat

your first kiss with eclair was slightly awkward and shaky — uncertain and chaste but punctuated with flustered giggles and conversation as you adjusted to the new level of intimacy (and the new avenue open for you to turn your boyfriend into a stammering, red-faced mess)

he’s a complete little spoon when it comes to bedroom arrangements and he loves nothing more than being wrapped up in your arms at the end of a long day, your heartbeat thrumming in his ear whilst your fingers brush through his hair — it’s his absolute favourite thing and he might just fall asleep if you let him

eclair calls you pet names along the lines of ‘darling’ or ‘dear’ — but his name for you in his phone is just your first name (it’s not that he lacks that attachment or affection for you, he just has a system for how he arranges his contacts and doesn’t like to deviate from the standard)

when it comes to your dates eclair has a terrible habit of trying to plan everything down to the letter beforehand (outfits, location, bookings, even the weather) because you only deserve the best in his mind — though there have been times (particularly early on in your relationship) where his nerves got the better of him and he ended up derailing his plans, but he didn’t mind as much as he thought he would because in the end he was just happy to be spending that time with you

he goes full ‘mother hen’ mode whenever you’re even slightly under the weather — going so far as to take time off of work to tend to you because he frets so much about your well-being (which leads to him hovering over you to make sure that you’re taking your medication, eating whatever food you can, drinking plenty of fluids as well as him generally helping you move around and keeping you as comfortable as possible)

jealousy, for eclair, tends to manifest as him becoming even more physically affectionate with you whilst glaring at the source of that jealousy — generally doing whatever he can to steal your attention back and coax you away from them with all of that affection

though that’s not to say that he’s only publicly affectionate when he’s in a mood — in fact eclair is incredibly physically affectionate in general, being comfortable with all sorts of pda short of the sort that would actually get him fired, and he takes any opportunity presented to him to gush about you either to others when he’s working or when he’s with you (calling you his ‘greatest treasure’ even to emphasise just how lucky he feels to have you)

he’s incredibly protective over you and wouldn’t even dream of tolerating any mistreatment of or rumour spreading about you — immediately and publicly confronting the source and making full use of his eloquence to verbally dress them down and leave them so humiliated that they’re only able to hang their head, mutter an apology, and scurry away with their tail between their legs

he loves sharing his passions and work with you, bringing you into the museum before opening to talk about the latest exhibits and he’s eternally grateful that you’re happy to listen — and, likewise, he’s always happy to listen to you whenever you want to talk about something that you’re passionate about

#sleepingdeath #fluff #fluff hcs #gender neutral reader #crk fluff #crk x reader #cookie run fluff #cookie run x reader #eclair cookie fluff #eclair cookie x reader

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targaryenluvs · 4 months

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OH BABY!

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader, young!naive!tribute reader

summary: finnick found you to be as cute as ever. but you aren’t exactly the smartest in the room according to him. luckily, finnicks more than happy to help his sweet baby succeed, and he will not let you forget him.

warnings: AGE GAP (18 - 23) smut, FILTH THIS MAN IS DOWNBAD, possessive, corruption, pervy finnick, violent thoughts/intrusive, exhibitionist? degradation, oral (m & f), p in v, overstimulation, praise, mirror kink? spanking 👀 rough sex? tummy bulge, my first time writing smut be kind 😭

word count: 5k - this is literally the longest fic ive written.

a/n: this is what happens at 6am and i can’t sleep, thoughts are thunk - massive thank you to @motelofmermaids and @lust4lore for their help with reading and writing!!!

taglist: @coolchick333 @doublesideeye

“and the female tribute for district four, y/n l/n.” your eye involuntarily twitched at your name being called. the people around you, distanced themselves from you as a path was carved to your own hell.

as you walked to the platform you kept your head down. you were actually hopeful that you’d get through this reaping, your last and then never see the inside of the arena. but of course fate was against you. as you stood in front of the people you couldn’t help the silent tears that fled down your face.

your mothers face was tired and drained, she had a feeling you’d get picked. mothers intuition? your father was pissed, his little girl, his sweetheart, being thrown into an arena to die? and worst of all, there wasn’t anything he could do.

you felt alone, as if no one could help you. and as you said goodbye to the life you knew, you could only pray for safety, and a quick death.

as you were escorted to the train you fiddled with your sweater sleeves. pulling them down, rolling them up, just to focus your mind on something. it was chilly, most likely the air conditioning on the train and sometimes you had to hold down your skirt.

finnick couldn’t take his eyes of you once he saw you on the train. you looked so tiny in the chair and he couldn’t help but smile.

he practically had you all to himself.

“y/n?” your head shot up at your name being called and you were met with finnick odair in all his glory. “finnick? finnick odair?” even calling his name you sounded so unsure, so he smiled and nodded.

“i’m your mentor, and i promise to try my best to get you to win.” he sat down in front of you, spreading his legs and you felt your face warm up. he found you adorable, with a cute white sweater and a short black skirt. you had your hair down with the front parts tied up with a bow. his own personal present.

your shy demeanour reminded him of your young age, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. you were looking everywhere but at him and he loved it.

“do… do you think i can win?” god no. the tributes would eat you up alive, but he’d try his best. “i do.” with just two words of encouragement, you smiled at him for the first time.

finnick wanted you to smile at him forever.

“are you hungry?” the rumbling of your stomach answered his question, as you ducked your head in your hands in embarrassment.

he moved your hands aside, tilting your chin up, "it's okay to be hungry sweetheart, come on." he held his hand out for you and he laughed at your hesitance. "i don't bite, not unless you want me to.” the last part of his sentence came out hushed and you averted your eyesight from him.

there were so many foods laid out before you, and it wasn’t as if you were poor, but god, it all looked nice. the eclairs took your attention away as you reached for one, your finger sweeping cream off the top before placing it in your mouth. it was sickeningly sugary but you had a sweet tooth, you retracted your finger with a pop! and you somehow didn’t hear finnicks groan.

how on earth were you not realising how dirty it seemed? and it was there finnick realised how pure you were, “its so good,” you flashed him a toothy grin, “you'll have some won't you finnick?" you offered it up to him with two hands and how could he resist? the two of you spent the rest of your time on the train eating and talking, finnick utilising his time to get to know you.

you’d spent a day getting settled and were now to get ready for your interview.

after being prepped and readied, you were shuffled into your dressing room where analise, damian and sarah awaited. a range of compliments were thrown your way.

“oh isn’t she adorable?”

“i could pinch her cheeks forever!”

“you are precious!”

they were so nice to you and you loved it, but you barely ever learned how to take compliments so you ended up just nodding your head. “she is gorgeous,” you snapped your head up to the doorway and there stood your mentor, in all his glory. his compliment felt heavier than the rest, like he truly meant it, and you looked down at your hands as you fought off the blush threatening to rise on your cheeks.

in an hour you’d been through a whirlwind of makeup, dresses and jewels. orange, blue, black and all, you loved each one but for some reason after the four of them discussed you’d always be taken out of it.

it wasn’t until you were placed in an off the shoulder, floor length, white dress that you remained in it. and as you looked in the mirror you couldn’t help but stare. your hair was pinned up again, and small flowers were placed throughout. you felt like a princess and finnick agreed. you hadn’t even noticed that your stylists were gone until you heard the door shut.

it was just you and finnick.

“you look incredible.” finnick whispered, he was behind you now. his hand had a mind of its own as it placed a stray hair behind your ear. you turned your head his way, “really?” your voice was so soft and doused in disbelief. if he wasn’t next to you he wouldn’t have heard you. his hand trailed along your neck as he placed your hair behind, he nodded. “i have something for you.”

he pulled out a small seashell, and your eyes lit up, “oh finnick.” you sighed as he placed it in your hands. “it reminded me of you, small, gorgeous.” you looked up at him with doe eyes and he felt like grabbing you and taking you away.

you were breathtaking and you looked at him as if he was god.

“thank you finn, do you mind maybe putting it in my hair?” he took the trinket and placed it above your ear, entangling in with your hair. your heels were on but untied so finnick got onto his knees before patting his knee. he grabbed the straps before tieing them. his fingertips worked quickly and his face was concentrated. he was done and he looked up at you before turning you to the mirror.

finnicks hands were on your shoulder as he leaned in to whisper, “all done, you look perfect sweetheart.” you turned before reaching up on your tiptoes, “thank you finnick!” you kissed him on his nose before turning back and finnick grinned, “aren’t you cute?” he stood behind you, attached like a shadow. your skin felt soft underneath his fingertips and he couldn’t help but wander. down your arms, to your waist, he could feel you tensing up underneath him and he could feel his face trying to fight off his smirk.

“finnick?” you breathed out, “what’re you doing?” your voice was small, and unsure. “tell me to stop.” you should. you should tell him to stop. but all you could think about was finnicks hands and how good they felt.

“it’s time!” damian shouted out as you peeled away from finnick to open the door. damian was all too happy to see you as he clapped his hands together. “ah, my special girl you are truly an angel.” finnick knew that. finnick has already said that. finnick had you in his arms and oh so close and this idiot took you away. his sweet girl.

finnick was wondering where his trident was so that he could impale him through the stomach.

“come on y/n.” he ushered you out the door but you managed to slip another look at finnick and all you saw was pure rage.

the interview went well, in your eyes at least.

caesar was as upbeat as usual and it did mostly centre around your dress and looks but you felt you could try your best to use it to your advantage.

the audience was enamoured and you felt you did your best. “and y/n, tell us, what’s your secret strategy for the games? any tricks up your sleeve?” you patted his knee before pointing at him jokingly, “well caesar, it wouldn’t be a secret if i divulged now would it?” everyone loved your answer and caesar doubled over, “aren’t you cheeky! isn’t our diamond here so playful? but a sweetheart nonetheless!” the crowd agreed loudly.

“now, since you came out i think we’ve all been wondering where that seashell came from. it doesn’t exactly match the theme of your outfit.” you could hear the murmurs from the crowd agreeing with his words.

“am i right in suspecting a certain blonde mentor of yours?” you pursed your lips and a giggle began to form as caesar pumped his fist in the air, “i think we got it! can we expect the two of you together once you win?” you’d never even had a boyfriend and here you were being put together with the finnick odair, you were sure everyone could tell how giddy you were.

you felt as if you had a million eyes on you, your whole body was heating up as you buried your head in your hands. “ah we caught her out! someone’s got a crush! but then again it’s finnick odair so don’t we all?” a bunch of cheers erupted as you beamed.

“well it was a wonderful to meet you, truly! our diamond here, y/n l/n!” screams and shouts directed your way came in full force as you waved at caesar and blew kisses to all. as you walked back you bumped into someone.

“y/n right?” the boy from three, theo.

you nodded and stuck your hand out, “nice to meet you!” he looked down at your hand and back up at you before laughing, “very formal, i like it. i’m theo, your dress is nice but i think the girl wearing it is breathtaking.” you giggled before tucking your hair behind your ear.

finnick stood with the other mentors and held himself back from shoving haymitch out the way to get him to stop rambling on. his grip on his glass was solid, so it wasn’t a surprise when it shattered. “oh my!” effie yelled out as finnick apologised before someone came to clean it up. he stepped around the person before excusing himself to get to you.

you were laughing, hard. what in panem was so funny?

you were wiping tears away from your eyes as finnick joined the two of you, his hand on your back as theo nodded at him, “finnick.” he hated him. why the hell did theo speak as if he knew him personally? his smug face was unbelievably irritating. “finnick! how’d i do?” and the second you spoke he felt the anger dissipate, he adored the way you waited for his response as if it held all the answers.

“you did well.” finnicks answer felt snippy and made you feel as if you’d done something wrong. “we should get going.” he directed you away from the boy as you shouted out, “i’ll see you around!”

the entire elevator ride was, to put it lightly, awkward. it left you feeling confined in what little space you and finnick had. “finn? are you okay?” you placed your hand on his arm and stood in-front of him. you were hoping he’d explain what was wrong but what you didn’t expect was to be pushed against the side of the elevator and finnick kissing you. his hand was on your waist again and he shuffled your dress up, slithering underneath.

you moaned in his mouth, his hands playing and gripping at your ass. in reaction, your fingers thread through his hair and your grip tightened, “finn- not here.” the elevator was glass and you were scared of people seeing. finnick found it hard to care, drunk off your perfume. in a panic, you pulled away from him, your hands cradling his face to make him listen. “i’ve… never,” the whisper hung over the both of you, the tension in the air thick and hot.

instead of being met with judgment, he murmured, “i’ll make it good for you, i promise.” finnick had finally gotten a taste, and he could only crave more. his lips met your neck, his warm tongue painting wet desire into your skin. it was almost too much for little old you, letting out quiet whimpers as he explored you. his sleeves were rolled and you needed to ground yourself, your nails dug into his veiny arms. “finn-” you protested but he could tell you didn’t want to. just a little longer and he could get you to give in. “just let me feel you.”

the elevator stopping brought the two of you back as you fixed your dress and finnick fixed his own hair, running his hands through it. he directed you out of the elevator and nodded in acknowledgment to the people entering. as you walked onto your floor you were met with servants, stylists and others. it seems damian and analise had taken it upon themselves to invite some friends and you were eager to meet them.

whereas finnick wanted to rip your dress off and take you till the morning.

the same dainty hands which were running all over him were shaking others and waving as you all sat down to eat. as everyone feasted away you couldn’t help but play with your own meal. you were flushed and all you wanted was to kiss finnick again. he was sitting next to you and wasn’t hungry for food, he wanted to eat something else.

your dress didn’t hide much of your chest and when you reclined in your seat, crossing your arms and pushing up your breasts?

finnick needed to see more.

the clattering of his fork on the floor drew the attention of some, but they went back to their conversations and bets. “i’ll get it for you.” you pushed back your seat and got down to your knees, flicking up the tables sheet and searched around for it before hitting cold metal. you reached your hand out with the fork to finnick. his cock was throbbing at the image of you on the floor, chest on display and a sweet smile on your face. he bent down and grinned, “you look good on your knees sweetheart.”

his words went straight down between your legs and your mouth fell open at his words.

such vulgar words from such a beautiful man.

his hand came down to close your jaw. you felt, weird. as you sat back on your chair you felt warm? but a good warm? it was tantalising. you wondered if it was normal.

finnick would tell you right?

“finnick.” his head turned your way, “what is it y/n?” you leaned closer and so did he, your hands cupped around his ear, “i feel weird.” his eyebrows shot up as a sign of interest, “oh? what’s wrong honey? where do you feel weird?” you gulped, your throat felt dry and for some reason it felt dirty to talk about.

your eyes drifted downwards and as you looked up finnicks eyes seemed darker. “here?” his touch was soft on your thigh underneath the table as you gasped.

“everything all right dear?” sarah questioned as you nodded. it felt so good, his touch. but it wasn’t exactly where needed, his hand trailed closer and higher, until it was gone. your head snapped up at him as he smirked at you, mocking you.

for the rest of the night he didn’t even pay attention to you. and you had no clue why.

you couldn’t sleep after the day you had and all your mind was thinking of was finnick. finnicks hands, his arms, his mouth, his words.

“i don’t bite, unless you want me to.”

“yes, here.”

“i’ll make it so good for you.”

“just let me feel you.”

“you look good on your knees sweetheart.”

your room was too quiet, making it unchallenging for your thoughts to run wild at the anticipation of finnick odair. you couldn’t bear it, so you left to the busiest room you could think of.

your leg was shaking up and down and your mind was pacing whilst your body couldn’t. the butterflies were practically knocking around in your stomach and you hoped perhaps finnick could help. he’d help you right? but he didn’t before. maybe he was just tired? you were so desperate for help and answers that you’d forgone knocking and walked right in.

only to be met with an extremely wet finnick odair.

by your luck your eyes were probably poking out of your head at the sight of him, you couldn’t help but stare. it was your first time being in the same room as a man so, naked? for the lack of a better word, he still had a very short towel wrapped around his bottom half. was it small? or did he make it look small?

“see something you like sweetie?” god his voice was so saccharine, how the hell did his voice work you up? “i- i wanted to t-talk.” and you were stuttering, great! he walked closer to you and you stepped back, all the way into his wall. “yeah? does my pretty girl wanna talk?” you nodded along dumbly as your breath quickened. “words sweetie, use your words.” you swallowed, “yes.”

his thumb caressed your cheek before brushing along your lips, “you sure you just want to talk?” and there they were, the butterflies. you shook your head, “no? what do you want?” you played with your night dress, “you?” it was a soft murmur and finnick wanted you to beg. he’d been pining after you since the second he saw you, it’s only fair right?

“where do you want me?” his words were hot in your ear, his body was wet and your white night dress was suddenly see through. his hand rested on your ass, “here?” you shook your head, “no?” his thumb brushed over your nipple as your nails pressed into his neck, pulling him into yours. your breath was heavy and he was unrelenting.

his hand moved from your ass to cup your front as you gasped, “here?” you nodding along dumbly, “please finnick, i’ve been wanting you for the whole day, i’ll be good for you i promise.” your words were music to his ears, “yeah? you’re gonna be good f’me?”

“yes, yes, yes.” you whined as you wrapped your arms around his neck. standing on your tiptoes as you bit your lip. “you gonna let me use you yeah? do whatever i want?” you were practically jumping up and down at this point, your tits with you. your straps were pushed down as your dress fell down to the floor. his cock was throbbing at the sight of you, he’d been waiting for this.

“then on your knees honey.” you were quick to obey as he pushed you down to the cold floor, his towel quickly ripped off, courtesy of you.

it was your first time doing anything sexual so any cock was bound to be big in your eyes. finnick loved the sight of you on your knees, innocent as ever. fully nude, hands slotted nicely between your thighs. he wanted to ruin you. he ran his hand along his dick, pumping it before resting the tip on your lips.

as if you were on auto-control, your lips parted to let him through. a salty taste flooded through your mouth as he cooed down at you.

“you’re doing so well for me.”

“pretty baby on her knees, who knew you’d be such a slut?”

your eyes flickered up at him as you moved your head forwards on your own accord. “fuck.” he groaned as you replaced his hands with yours.

he wanted to go easy on you.

but kitten licks at the tip and soft kisses weren’t doing it for him. you opened your mouth again, gaining confidence and feeding off of finnicks praises. his large hand placed on the back of your head, fingers spread out as he thrusted down your throat.

the sounds that filled his room were lewd. squelches and groans as you tried your best to keep going. your cheeks hollowed out as finnick guided you, “relax your throat, try breathe through your nose. if it’s too much just tap my thigh sweetie.”

you retracted, catching your breath as you gazed up at him whilst simultaneously blinking away the tears in your eyes but a few fell free. he couldn’t help but moan. your messy mouth mixed with your saliva and his pre-cum. “you think theo’s this big? you think he could make you choke on his dick?” you shook your head immediately.

his member felt cold without the warmth of your mouth, but he was feeling nice so he let you take a break. “too big for you sweetie?” you shook your head furiously, “naw is my baby tough?” you giggled as you wrapped your lips around him again, your tongue flat against the underside of his dick as he eased himself in. “ah- fuck.”

but he can only hold out for so long as he began to fasten his pace, chasing his high. your fingers dug into his thighs right under his ass, for some reason you seemed to have something to prove as you took him all the way. your moans egged him on as his hips thrust forwards, “so good f’me, my s-sweet girl.” his praises fueled you on as your nose met his naval. salty tears fell down your cheeks and finnick was in his right mind to lick them all up.

god you were better than he’d imagined. and trust him, he’d imagined a lot.

“swallow for me yeah? be a good girl and open wide.” thick cum coated your tongue as you gladly accepted. finnick proudly gazed upon your painted face. watery eyes, sticky face. all for him. you gulped it down before wiping off the remaining waste on your face, eyeing finnick up before licking it off your fingers.

“what happened to the diamond? only a whore for me right?” your fingers were wet as you pulled them out. “uh-huh.” your agreed as he pulled you up. “do you even know what that means?” he teased as you puckered your lips before shaking your head. “thought so, you wanna be good for me?” you nodded, “on the bed baby.”

you sat down on the bed as you waited for finnick to join you. he situated himself between your legs, running his hands along them. “lean back for me. you took me so well, you want me to make you feel good too?” your eyes widened at the idea, “yes please finn.” his hands reached up and rested under your breasts, “i don’t know if you’ve earned it honey.” your lips twisted into a slight frown, your waterline glazing over.

“i was! i did what you asked finn, please.”

he palmed your breast, massaging it softly as you threw your head back, “please. please keep going.” your begging was more than enough for him, his baby asked so nicely no?

“yeah? you like me playing with you?” incoherent babbles fell from your lips as finnicks mouth kissed your breast. his hand trailed down to feel you, and he was met with warm wetness. the moan you let out was ungodly, “finnick please! oh god it feels so- so good.” he couldn’t help admire you, eyes screwed shut, hands clutching the pristine white sheets.

“oh baby, can you be quiet for me? quiet for finn?” a string of ‘uh-huhs’ came from your mouth as finnick slid a finger into you, a tight fit. “oh my god!” you yelped before slamming your hand over your mouth. he was knuckle deep as he worked his finger in before curling it, then another, then another. his free hand was pushing your hips down into the mattress as your hips lifted upwards with every move he made.

“finnick, finnick. you feel so good.” you cried out as he retracted his fingers before curling them upwards. he knew exactly what to do, where to be, what to say. his name fell from your lips like a prayer and your nails raked down his back as he grunted.

now, finnicks fingers were one thing, but his mouth?

his tongue pressed against your clit and you swear you saw god, finnick was probably the god. his tongue flicked over your clit as his fingers entered your cunt again, the pressure in your stomach was building so high you were afraid of the fall.

a wave of pleasure fell over you as finnick talked you through it, “that’s it baby, let go.” he hovered over you as his fingers worked your cunt. your nails had bloodied his back, scratched raw. as you moved your fingers finnick hissed into your ear. “m’ sorry, m’ so so sorry.” your head was spinning and you wanted to rest, but apparently finnick had other ideas as he lowered himself to your core. your mind was hazy as your hand clutched the pillow your head laid on, the other twisted in his hair.

“what’re you doing?” finnicks green eyes pierced through you as he raised his head from in between your thighs. featherlight kisses trailed upwards to your pussy as your thighs twitched and closed around his head, still sensitive as ever. “just want a taste, clean you up.” he mumbled as he tongue breached your entrance and you were back where you were before.

this man was driven youd give him that.

“finn s’ too much, please.” your words were slurred as he delved inside. he couldn’t find it in himself to let up, you were so sweet, he just wanted a taste. so he kept going, his tongue, his hands, his words. if there was one thing you knew about finnick it was that he could talk anyone into anything. so you found yourself squirming underneath his strong arms, forearm pinning you down to the bed as he made your back arch and your toes curl.

“sweet baby, so sweet.” all attempts of getting away, only caused him to get annoyed with you, can’t you just lay down and let him ruin you? at this point it was for his pleasure rather than yours. your thighs were practically squeezing his head and neck but he kept going. you didn’t know where to put your hands, pulling his hair was no good. your hand somehow ended up on your clit, moving in a circular motion as the other palmed your breast.

each time he made you come you rested your head, energy depleted. but again he ended up between your legs and pathetic pleas from you did nothing to make him stop.

“wanna make you feel good.”

“just one more, you can take it sweetheart.”

when your fourth rolled around you were so far gone. “pretty baby, not a single thought up there huh?” you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond, and he didn’t expect you to. he brushed away the stray hairs from your face and kissed you passionately. “you did so well f’me honey. made me proud, you got one more in you for me?” it wasn’t a question, his dick was painfully hard and he only knew of one solution.

you tiredly shook your head, “no more finny.” he grinned, “no? you don’t want my cock?” your breath hitched at his words and you knew you were fucked. “mhm. want it.” you were reduced to one to two words in a sentence.

“yeah you do. on your knees baby.” you tiredly rolled over, situating yourself on your knees and the palms of your hands as finnick kneaded your ass. his hands grazed over the skin before-

smack!

“think you should be able to see yourself baby.” his hand yanked at your hair as you found your reflection glaring back at you. “so pretty, aren’t you?” finnick knew you were horrible at accepting compliments and he was more than happy to use it against you.

smack!

you’d taken too long to answer, but based on finnicks smug expression you could tell he was hoping for it. “you have to answer baby.” finnicks arm came across your waist, pulling you up, flush with his chest as his hands pawed at your chest.

“you wanna be my baby yeah?” you could only manage moans and finnick was not happy. he threw you forwards as you caught yourself with your hands infront of you.

smack!

“fucked you so good you can’t even talk.” he taunted you as he dragged his cock in between your drenched folds. finnicks groans were deep, and so hot. “you know how long i wanted to fuck you baby? in that short skirt on the train? when you licked up that cream? my girls dirty huh?” you didn’t respond and it only fuelled his fire, he’d wanted you for so long and now you had the audacity to ignore him?

he thrusted into you without warning and you screamed out. “want to act like a slut? i’ll treat you like one. fuck!” your walls were squeezing down on him, sucking him in and he was more than happy to oblige. his hips snapped against your ass as you gripped onto the sheets for dear life. his grip on your hips bruised, leaving a fiery impression in their wake. finnick had stamina for days, he was strong and built. you were small and fragile, finnick was glad to be the one to break you in.

he pulled you up to him again as he kissed you frantically, capturing your bottom lip in between his teeth. he was relentless in his pursuit for his high, he marked up any place he could as he continued to drive into you with determination.

“bet you dreamed of this, of me.” his hand gripped your throat, his eyes bore into your own, finnick was inescapable. every touch, every thrust, all him. you were enveloped in his being and he worshipped yours. finnick continued to pound into you harshly, cock gliding easily against your inner walls. he was deep inside but he wanted to be deeper. “yes! yes! harder!” you cried out.

his hand pressed down onto your stomach, “feel that?” his breath was prominent by your ear, “oh god!” you exclaimed, it felt as if you were filled to the brim as he bottomed out in you. thick, hot cum released into you as his and your moans were raising in pitch and his hips began to stutter.

the room was filled with the sound of slapping skin, the promise of silence forgotten. “let go baby, you’re close. let go.” the two of you had eachother and it was more than enough. his groans were deep and animalistic as he spilled himself inside you. your hand reached behind you to caress his neck. thank yous spilled out from you, your whole being was ignited, you never knew you could feel so good.

the two of you lied together, entangled in sheets and a mess of limbs. you couldn’t tell where finnick odair began and y/n l/n started. all you knew was that he was yours, and you were his.

you’d fallen asleep a bit ago, your chest rising and falling steadily. finnicks arm curled around you as you rested on his chest. from the moonlight spilling into his room he could view the bruises tattering your smooth skin. as he traced over them he couldn’t help but grin, he could imagine you limping in the arena.

you sure as hell weren’t forgetting him anytime soon.

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