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sleepingdeath-light · 8 months

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relationship hcs ; latte cookie

requested by ; anonymous (20/05/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; latte cookie

outline ; “latte cookie relationship hcs pls? 👉👈”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

latte cookie is an incredibly well-meaning, if somewhat forgetful, partner who always does whatever she can to make you smile even on your worst days — even making herself late (well, later than usual) for work at parfaedia just to ensure that you get to start your day on a positive note and with plenty of love and affection to carry you through to the other side

she’s big on casual affection and doesn’t shy away from pda unless it could be seen as inappropriate in front of her students — so things like: pecks on the cheek between sips of your favourite hot drinks, resting her head on your shoulder as you watch it rain from your bedroom window with your arm around her waist, her burying her face in the crook of your neck and giggling as you kiss the crown of her head, using ‘i love you’ as a punctuation to almost everything she says to you, and cupping your hands in her own and blowing on them to warm them up if you complain about the cold are all come easily and naturally to her

there have been times where she’s nearly hurt you or accidentally damaged odd items in your home when she’s started daydreaming and accidentally used some latte magic in the midst of her drifting — of course that usually snaps her back to reality and she checks you over for injuries, sheepishly apologising and tenderly kissing any part of you that might be hurt (and offering to replace anything that she’s damaged during these moments before you even bring it up)

when it comes to pet names she’s a fan of calling you things like ‘sweetheart’ and ‘dear’ — but she’s happy to be called whatever (even if things along the lines of ‘babe’ and ‘hot stuff’ might get you a joking shake of the head or a flustered squeak in response)

her favourite kisses are the ones that are intimate and that incite that sort of breathy giggling that puppy love tends to bring, the type that occur in moments like this: sipping on hot cocoa on a cold winter evening after she’s been at the academy all day, kissing between each sip and giggling when she licked away whipped cream that had smeared messily across your upper lip; surprising her during her lunch break at parfaedia and watching her face light up when her gaze lifts from her eager students and she sees you, nearly falling to the ground as she runs up to you and practically tackles you into a hug — peppering kisses along your cheeks and lips as you both laugh so hard your sides ache; spooning in bed just before she has to leave for work, with you clinging to her back and lazily kissing her shoulder as she presses the back of your hand to her lips and debates just staying home for the day (which she doesn’t because her students need her and she’d hate to disappoint them) — quiet moments, fun moments, silly moments, but she loves them all, as well as the kisses that come from them, equally

if you ever wanted to learn magic, especially latte magic, then she’d be more than happy to teach you — offering you all of the books she used to study from, as well as her own notebooks and bits she procured from her academy, to help you learn in whatever way suits you best (and, of course, she’d be there to answer any and all questions you have, just happy to have you be so interested in something she’s passionate about)

her students all know you as ‘sweetheart’ and ‘my partner’ and a bunch of other lovey-dovey pet names because she speaks about you so often — going on tangents about something funny you’ve said, your accomplishments, and how much she loves you pretty regularly (which they love and will rarely ever interrupt because it’s so sickeningly sweet when she does it)

she has a few photos on her desk in her office — one of her first class she took on as a professor, another of her family, and one of the two of you from your first anniversary as a couple (you’re both smiling broadly and hugging with fireworks in the background of the image, she remembers the date fondly and made it a point to bring espresso cookie a box of assorted imported coffee beans after the fact as a thanks for covering her classes for that day)

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

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murder-cookie-dust393 · 8 months

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I could see a Yandere Latte Cookie being rather motherly to her S/O. Like there was this one fanfiction I read that imagined that Latte is quite patient and could wait 2-6 years for her affection to be returned. But would slowly get less sane and more hysterical as that time passed until she would resort to conventional Yandere stuff like kidnapping

Sorry this took me a few days to answer- I’ve been literally working on a few things-

Tw: stalking, passive-aggressive behaviour, implied kidnapping,

But anyway- I agree. She is the mother, the mom, the female parent.

Now- I also 100% agree that the more time passes without reciprocation, she’ll slowly descend into her obsessive madness.

She’s always caring for your well-being, and lots of head pats from her, whether you’re shorter or taller; younger or older.

If you become close, she’s much more likely to get physically affectionate (if you don’t mind it). Hugs, actual greeting cheek kisses. (Not the air kisses every peepaw European chronically does)

As time goes on, she’ll start to ask odd questions, almost passive aggressive. “Who was that? Oh, just a friend. I see.

You’ll occasionally find odd symbols written on your window: hearts, a drawing of 2 figures kissing- and other hints.

She’ll be stalking you if you go too far. She could use her magic, when she needs to. But she prefers riding on her spoon and seeing you for herself (especially at nighttime).

Oh no! Looks like you find yourself trapped with her magic, and her crazy grin gleaming in the light.

“I’ve waited long enough…I think it’s time I get to share all my feelings and love for you~!”

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere cookie run #crk x reader #blurbs #yandere crk #latte cookie #latte cookie x reader #Yandere imagines

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starmoonsunearth · 1 year

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Someone just ask me...

Why did i don't post crk x reader for along time.....

Welp, this is for you....~

"Shall we dance?"

Latte cookie x Y/N

I hate latte's dress, so i changed it....

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #latte cookie #latte cookie x reader #latte cookie x you #latte cookie x y/n #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cookie run x y/n #did i realized that my y/n was looks likes lumine from Genshin?#bruh lmao

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valentinbelleyh505 · 1 year

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Latte cookie headcanons???

🥹👉👈

— Teacher

— 29 old.

— birthday in octuber 3th

— Straight / heteroromantic

— expresso cookie's twin Sister

— mandeleine cookie's Sister-in-law

— married to almond cookie

— Adoptive Mother of cream puff cookie

— Step-mother of walnut cookie

#ask #Latte cookie #Headcanon #Headcanons #Cookie run #cookie run headcanons #cookie run x reader #Latte cookie x reader #Anon #Anonymous

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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:

@n0n-gh0stn4ry

#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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horror-beeings-artandwriting · 19 days

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(This is a request based off of the spider-cookie post)

May I request a platonic headcannon of how the other cookies (I can't think of any cookies except for almond the rest is up to you) feel about the new spider hero? and can it be set up like a street interview if not that's okay.

Sure thing!

Prompt: platonic headcanons

Pronouns: GN reader

Characters: Almond, madeleine, latte and espresso

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Almond: He thinks you're a good kid and voices it openly. "we need more young heroes like spider cookie!" You've helped take a lot of stuff off his plate, so he's able to spend more time with his wife and kids. He's one of the few in the M.E.H offices who says that you should be allowed to run around, as long as you don't hurt anyone that is. But he does complain about all the webs...clean em up next time kid.

Latte: Thinks the world of you, a young hero! Oh could you be one of her students? That would be so fun! Like a supportive mom :) Openly says how proud she is someone like you is stepping up to take down threats that are to much for the police! Also it helps that you make sure almond comes home earlier, she wishes she could thank you for that :)

Madeleine: Another young hero such as himself? HOW WONDERFUL!!! He'd wanna be your friend so badly! If you worked together it would end badly, since he sends beams of light that can cut through things...you've fallen a few times because of that BUT NO MATTER! You shall be the greatest heroes the divine has ever seen!!!

Espresso: Complains, I mean first light magic now this... will try and study the webs he is given, but doesn't really get anywhere since organic matter... He starts to enjoy you more the more you show up around, you've saved him from spilling his morning drink more then once Truly you friendly neighborhood spider cookie.

Sorry its short! Hope you enjoy (threw some almondlatte in there too-)

#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #cr kingdom #cookie run kingdom x reader #bee writes stuff #cookie run x reader #latte cookie #almond cookie #madeleine cookie #espresso cookie #cookie run headcanons #platonic x reader #platonic headcanons #platonic #spider cookie reader #gn reader #short and sweet #almondlatte

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lovemallow · 2 months

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Mozzarella Cookie . . . !

Frilled Jellyfish Cookie . . . ?

Prune Juice Cookie . . . !

Kouign-Amann Cookie . . . ?

Cotton Cookie . . . !

Latte Cookie . . . ?

Kumiho Cookie . . . !

Black Raisin Cookie . . . ?

Croissant Cookie . . . !

#cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run x reader #cookie run ovenbreak x reader #masterlist #mozzarella cookie #frilled jellyfish cookie #prune juice cookie #kouign amann cookie #cotton cookie #latte cookie #kumiho cookie #black raisin cookie #croissant cookie

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infraaa · 10 months

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𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 • • •

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 • • •

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 • • •

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 • • • ❥❥❥

tw // implied absentee family, angst, bodily injury

TAKE CAUTION UNDER THE CUT

SLAM!

It was like a cascade– frozen rain shattering and falling across the floor. The snake roared and hissed in painful agony as its head was bashed in by Y/n’s baseball bat. The ink from within the snake started to flood out of the newly severed hole in its cranium like a thick waterfall. Affogato was knocked back by this blow, being dragged along by the snake he was loosely attached to. He screamed in pain as ink spilled all over him, going into his eyes and mouth, the stinging pain! “Now! Latte, Espresso! Finish it up!” “Yes!” She responded, gathering her younger brother and floating forth, preparing their catalysts. “I know you like it bitter, Affogato,” Espresso Cookie choked, “now, allow me to give you a bitter taste you’ll never forget!” Affogato slammed his staff on the ground once more, expecting snakes to come up… however, none came. He slammed his staff down a couple more times, to no avail. And just as he looked up in a state of panic, a beam of light was coming straight for him! He tried to block it with his staff, but the propulsion of the beam was too much to bear. With incredible force, Affogato Cookie was sent backward outside into the snow, completely obliterating whatever was left of the snake. Being sent out of the cabin with a couple rough hits to the snowy yard. He landed on his back, arms outstretched with tearladen eyes stained with ink. His vision was leaving him as he lay there, exhausted. A pair of footsteps could be heard crunching through the snow, and a pair of coffee colored eyes meeting up to his own from above. The sky, black as night, shining with stars that mimicked the very light snowfall. “Affogato… are you… hang in there, okay?” He knelt down to Affogato as Latte slowly approached him. Affogato looked at his brother talking, but he couldn’t tell just what exactly he was saying– just a garble of words. His eyes slowly closed, falling unconscious. You walked up to Latte and sat next to Espresso, who had picked his older brother up by his side, cradling his head.

“Affogato?” He called out. “Affogato!” Latte repeated in chorus. You looked back over at the cabin and ran inside to see nothing more than an ink mattered, blood spattered, glass shattered state of a home that once was meant to mean a getaway trip away from chaos, only for it to be met with even more of what you lot so desperately wanted to leave behind. You saw Licorice’s body, silent against the cracked wood floor in a puddle of dark viscous blood. Kneeling down to Red Velvet, who shakily tried to get up off of the necromancer, had a large gash in his head, and was bleeding just as much as Licorice was, the only difference being he was still breathing, it seemed. His eyes seemed cloudy and dry however, lethargic– as though he was looking through you instead of at you. “Ugh…” he groaned, before collapsing onto you with a sigh pushing out of his mouth. “H… Help…” He whispered weakly. You lifted him off and positioned him comfortably against the entertainment center. “I’ll go get my phone, give me a second.” You said as you hurriedly got up and scurried to get your phone. Running to your shared bedroom, you unplugged your charging phone and quickly dialed emergency services, rushing back into the common area to see Espresso carrying an unconscious Affogato in his arms, and a very concerned Latte Cookie at her younger brother’s left hand side, looking at you with a hand at her older brother’s clammy forehead.

The lot of you were eventually found and brought to a hospital in a nearby coffee village. The doctors and nurses were able to treat Red Velvet and Licorice at a steady pace, allowing them to rest and recover. However, Affogato was a different story. He overexerted his body to such a harsh extent that he wasn’t healing properly. His throat was left permanently damaged due to the ink buildup that accumulated over the course of his overblot. He had a bag of charcoal at his side as well as some other drips, presumably for other medications and saline. You were shortly discharged from the hospital, however, before you wished to leave you wanted to see Affogato.

You had to see him. He needed to talk to you after all.

When you appeared in his room, you could see the distraught on his face– the stress was evident in the wrinkles around his eyes, as though he was going through a neverending nightmare. Sitting down next to him you put your hand on top of his gently, feeling the cold chill of his cold skin. Clammy and cold, he opened his eye slowly, and it rolled over to you. With your free hand you put it to his forehead, feeling the diaphoresis that clung to his skin. “Mon cœur…” He whispered gently, his voice weak. You helped him sit up and pat his back, spitting up bits of thickened ink that had stuck in his throat. He put a hand to his chest and looked around at the saline bags and different kinds of machines around him. “Am I in the hospital?” He asked, looking at you. You nodded slowly. After recapping to him what had happened, telling him that the cabin had basically been destroyed and stained through and through with ink, and how he nearly killed Licorice and Red Velvet, he looked at his hands, and back over to you. He seemed to have trouble comprehending what had happened, like he had grown amnesia. You leaned into him and he rested his bed head on your chest with shocked serpentine eyes still tear stained with ink, showing impression lines going down his dark cheeks.

“Let me be very clear,” you said as you combed your fingers gently through his hair, feeling him sigh into your chest with fatigue, “I still love you.” This caused him to raise from you, looking you in the eye and holding your hands in his. You felt the blood in his veins through his fingers start pumping quicker, becoming warmer with the passing minutes and the ticks of the clock hanging on the wall by the window. “I hurt you, I hurt your friends, I endangered you… you know of my past, my dear how–” “The past doesn’t matter. What’s gone is gone and what is done is done. There’s no need to dwell.” He stared at you– dumbfounded, confused. “I just…” “Need time.” He interrupted. “You need time, I know.” He slowly lowered back into your chest, listening to the gentle beeping of the machine by his bed. And after what seemed like hours he put an arm around you, hugging you close to him. “Amour,” he whispered into your chest, “mon amour, mon amour, mon amour…” Kissing your chest gently, he looked up to you, his lower jaw still warmly clad in the cleavage of your chest. You looked down at reddened eyes of off white and your lips gently parted. “Me croyez-tu toujours?” You realized he was speaking in french, which you just let him breathe into your skin in silence. You didn’t want to answer him out of fear of the question itself. “Me faites-tu toujours confiance?” He gently moved you over so that you were positioned on his knee, and then his hands slowly moved down your body, stopping at the small of your back right above your rear.

With every kiss, every soft touch his lips made with your chest, your collarbone, the base of your neck, he would hum gently against your skin, holding you down on him as though he was almost fearful of letting you go. “Je t'aime.” He whispered. Now that, that you knew, “Je t'aime et je suis désolé.” He breathed. You bent down to take his chin and kiss his lips, aching. Yearning. Wanting. You felt the beeps on the machine speed up, his heart rate beginning to quicken. You paused and rested your forehead on his— feeling his now warm breath and hands wandering. Caressing his face, he tries to push upward towards you, wanting more of your lips.

“I too want to fix this.” You whispered, making him slowly smile. This smile… was one of those rare smiles that he never wore, and it was one of genuineness and purity— sincerity. “But I just need some time, okay?” Nodding, he hugged you closer to him, as though you couldn’t get any closer, taking a hand to the back of your thigh. The door to his room opened, and in walked Latte Cookie, in a hospital gown. She suddenly stopped when she saw your position. “Ah… am I interrupting something?” She asked, a gentle blush creeping onto her features. Affogato shook his head. She resumed walking into the room, walking up to Affogato to put a hand to his head, petting him. “Are you okay?” She asked quietly. Kissing the crown of his head, he looked up at his younger sister. “I just wanted to say that, I forgive you. And I’m sorry that I wasn’t there when you needed me.” He smiled at her, that genuine smile. He felt like he had come out of that hellhole all over again— finally feeling that ecstasy driven brush of freedom. “Je t'aime ma sœur,” He whispered as he leaned into her, “Je promets de ne plus te laisser tomber.” She nodded, taking his head into her chest. “Je t'aime aussi.”

Shortly, after a few days of healing, everyone was discharged. Affogato however had his staff suspended by mages at the hospital, who were previously called to help treat him. This was to prevent him from using any more magic. They then left, and went back to the Tower. As Red Velvet sat in the back seat, you drove up front. You didn’t want any of them driving really, as you really weren’t supposed to be driving either. Affogato sat up front, and the others sat in the back along with Red Velvet, who tapped on your shoulder when you hit a red light. You ignored him. You didn’t wanna give into that temptation again, god forbid let that memory of him creep into your mind. “Y/n Cookie.” Red Velvet quietly called out, causing Affogato to stir. “Red, stop.” You said firmly, yet quietly. You felt the near sleeping cookie in the passenger seat put a hand to your thigh, presumably to tell you to relax.

Some more driving passes and you hit the borderline for Beast Yeast. You stopped at a gas station to not only fill your tank, your car and your stomachs possibly, and to empty them as well. You pulled into a gas station that looked reminiscent of a Wawa, which caused Red Velvet’s eyes to widen. “I haven’t been to this place ever since I was a kid.” Red Velvet whispered. “It’s a fucking wawa basically, I know you’ve been to several of these.” Licorice retorted, lazily getting up out of his seat of the car. As all of you got out, with Espresso vouching to stay inside the vehicle to man the gas pump, you all headed inside the gas station. It was damn near empty except for a few staff members kinda cleaning up. Affogato fixed himself a coffee in one of those thermos cups before looking at you. “Do you want anything?” He asked. You went to go get a cup when his hand met your halfway, and you both lifted the cup out of the holder it came from together. He smiled at you and took the cup into his other hand. “Let me.” Looking at the cup, then back to your partner, you nodded. All the while a certain red and black haired cookie was making eye contact with you, or at least trying to. He was getting a tea out of one of the fridges in the wall.

And those memories flashed.

Memories of you flashed in his head back at the cabin. Your fingers in his hair. You softly moaning, the way your legs buckled and wrapped around his waist… and then Affogato nearly bashing his skull. He almost died reaping the consequences of his actions, yet, he still wanted you. “Oof, you okay, Red?” Latte asked as she walked up to him. He just looked at her with a neutral look on his face, but that was contradicted when his fingers gently squeezed at the bottle he was holding. She only giggled and put a small hand to his forearm. “I see the way you look at them. I’ve been there too, in that state of want for someone.” Red Velvet Cookie sighed and looked back at you and Affogato walking away from the coffee machines, hand in hand. “I wanna let you know something, Latte Cookie.” Red Velvet whispered. She nodded, and he got close to her, almost pinning her to the fridge. At her side.

“I know that your brother nearly killed me and Licorice Cookie, whether it be out of trauma or possessiveness. But to tell you the truth,” he cut himself off as he tried to find the right words in his head to put together, his cheeks growing a darker shade of crimson, “I’m the cause of all that. I do believe my actions that morning—“ “don’t even bother to rehash.” She said with a wry smile. “You don’t need to recap, I know what happened. Licorice told me already, and Espresso said that he thought he heard moaning in the kitchen that morning.” He slowly lets her go and crosses his arms, drink in hand. His blue eyes slowly avert over, possibly out of either embarrassment or slight humiliation. “Fucking mint.” He whispered, quickly walking up to the counter. “Ask for gas while you’re up there, I’m going outside.” Latte called out as she left. Red Velvet looked to the left, then to the right. “I got this plus twenty regular cash, yeah?” The cashier nodded, and soon after came out, had the gas pumped, and the lot moved on with their trip back, which was a rather quiet one.

The tower came into view for you and Affogato, seeing some cake monsters guarding the front doors, as well as Pomegranate Cookie, who was at the front doors with a drink in hand. She watched you lot pull back into the driveway with a mundane look, and walked down the steps to help with your belongings. She gave you a small smile while helping you and Latte, and as usual dismissing the guys. As they finished, Latte and Espresso walked up to Affogato and hugged him. “I wish you and Y/n Cookie luck, dear.” Latte whispered into his ear. Affogato ruffled Espresso’s hair, causing him to grumble and attempt to straighten it back up. “I missed that side of you, dear brother.” Affogato teased, causing the other dark cookie to roll his eyes. Latte and Espresso then reloaded into the car and waved at their brother. “Au revoir!” Affogato said as he waved back. Latte rolled her window down and smiled, “Au revoir! À bientôt!”

Giving you four a plain look, Pomegranate helped gather your bags up and opened the front doors for you all to gather back into the tower. The double doors shut with a reverberating echo, filling the large entryway like an echoing cave. You felt that cold air that welcomed you back. The somewhat sweet smell of buttercream frosting, smoke, molten chocolate, and metal hung loosely in the air, and a couple dogs came racing down the stairs, barking excitedly. Red Velvet crouched as the dogs ran up to him, jumping on him and licking his face. “Hey, Chiffon!” He chirped as he took one of the cakehounds that looked similar to an angel food cake in his arms. Licorice then took his bag from Pomegranate and walked off, seeing a flying creature fly up to him– which left you and Affogato alone with the red haired priestess. “I hope you both recognize that you both will continue work tomorrow, so in light of my master and myself, I highly advise you both to get settled back before it's too late.” Pomegranate said plainly as she left the two of you be. Looking at each other, you both walked up the stairs of the entryway up to the second floor. Even though you both had separate bedrooms in the tower, you both still insist on sharing your room together. The door opened, and the air was chilly due to no one occupying it for a while. Still though, you put your bags down on your mattress and you both began to unpack your belongings silently, until your eye caught something. It was a photograph. At the very bottom of Affogato’s suitcase was a photo that looked like it was taken a long time ago, as the white polaroid frame looked a bit worn and stained with age, a warm sienna taking hold of the edges.

Taking the photograph in your hand you paused putting your things away, looking at the contents of the photograph. Two children, and a woman standing behind them, as the slightly taller boy cradled a baby in his arms gingerly. “Hey, honey?” You called out to Affogato, who turned his head to you from your shared wardrobe. He put a hanger back on the rack that had a shirt on it. “Yes?” “What’s this photograph from?” He looked at the photograph in your hands as his eyes widened a little. “It’s a… a family photo.” He murmured as he walked to you, taking the other end of the photograph in his hand. He stared at it for a second, dark thick eyelashes lowering at the glare of the picture.

“Affogato, go get your sister.” The lady said, setting up a tripod in front of the cabin. The sun rained down on the normally dead yet now somewhat vibrant blades of grass in the front lawn. The wind was dry yet comfortable, and a small boy was seen rushing into the door of the cabin. “Latte!” Affogato yelled. A little girl in a white dress came out with a baby clad in white and light brown clothes. “I’m coming, I had to change Espresso.” She said excitedly. He nodded. “Mama wants me to hold him for the picture.” Affogato chirped as the two children went out onto the porch. “But I wanted to hold him!” The young Latte whined, hugging the baby boy close to her chest. “Now now…” The woman said as she gracefully walked up the wooden steps, “Since Affogato is the eldest, I do believe that it would be right if he was to hold Espresso for the photo.”

Latte looked at her mother in juvenile defeat and handed the baby over to her older brother. “There we go, that’s a good girl. Now, come on.”

The camera would soon flash upon the four as Affogato beamed. Latte looked to her brother as he held a baby cookie in his arms, his hair styled up nice and neat. “You’ve always had a nice smile.” Affogato’s mother commented, looking at the newly snapped photograph. “Even as a baby…” hee look softened as she took a finger to Affogato’s face within the picture, almost looking forlorn. Nevertheless, she put on a sad smile. “It’s been six months since your father departed.” She murmured to herself. She suddenly snapped out of her stupor however when she had felt her daughter tug on the hem of her maxi dress. “Mama, are you okay?” She asked innocently. Hee mother smiled upon her, knelt down, and kissed her forehead. “I’m okay, babygirl. Mama’s okay.” Affogato went up to hug his mother by the neck, his baby brother still in an arm. It was such a peaceful moment— birds were chirping, not a cloud in the sky and the immediate area had the sweet smell of coffee, chocolate, and vanilla… and the sounds of laughter and a baby’s babble could be heard.

Pure, wholesome bliss.

“That’s when Espresso was little.” Affogato whispered as he looked at the baby he was holding. “That was like… right before my father left.” You looked at him, taking his arm in one hand. “Left?” He nodded. “It’s a… bit of a touchy subject.” “Oh..” you whispered. You then sat down on the bed you both shared, and Affogato went to finish with his stuff. You would flash a glance at him from time to time as he would stop and think about where to put something. But you felt yourself smile, and he looked at you as he heard you exhale sharply. Images of his mother flashed before his eyes, her sweet smile and her soft off white eyes, like fresh rays of morning sun hitting mild, dewy grass.

That heavy feeling came back into his chest as he felt himself kneel before you, taking your hands in his own and smiling up at you… that kind, genuine smile. “Y/n Cookie.” He started in a hush as he kissed your knuckles, “I promise you, I promise on everything I have, everything I love, and everything I hold dear to me, to love you. And to care for you. And to be by your side from here out.” He softly said as he kissed your fingers in between each statement.

“And I do love you.” He continued, “forever and always.” You bent down to kiss the crown of his head, stroking his hair with a hand he had freed. “Together we can work on a better future not just for the growth of ourselves, but for us.” You said softly as he blushed at you, meeting you halfway in a sweet, longing kiss. He sighed dreamily through his nose and let his lips linger on yours like feathers.

You felt him restore, you felt him reset.

He was ready to begin anew— start fresh.

Clean. Beautiful.

Just a sweet slew of time, for a moment of bliss. And it all started with a drive out.

#infrawrites #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #crk x reader #SNOWY DRIVE #affogato cookie #crk affogato #espresso cookie #espresso crk #latte cookie #latte crk #crk red velvet #red velvet cookie #licorice cookie #licorice crk

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desiredcaramellatte · 2 years

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Can um have dark cacao cookie pure vanilla cookie and latte cookie x reader who is overprotective over sorbet shark cookie and choco chess cookie and ask them if they can adopt them please sorbet they have being alone in the ocean for years and choco chess are homeless I’m want them to be happy headcanons please

Hello, anon! I’m more than happy to write for my favorite little cookies! Choco Chess and Sorbet Shark really do deserve better.

Also, when it comes to cookies, I tend to stick to their in-game pronouns. If they aren’t said to have an in-game pronoun (like Choco Chess) then I’ll use they/them for them! Just wanted to clarify that in case some people were curious 💕!

Dark Cacao x Overprotective reader ft SS and CC

~| Dark Cacao is generally a good cookie, but there’s a lot of stuff he absolutely does not understand. Children is one of them. As seen with Dark Choco, Dark Cacao does not know how to give children proper affection, and though he may try after what happened to his previous son, he will still be horrible at it, mostly because of his lack in experience at being a ‘good’ father.

~| When you first introduced the three, Dark Cacao is quite confused, especially when you claim them to be your children. Did you just randomly find them? Probably. “Just don’t let them go touching and breaking things.” Dark Cacao would grumble as he accepted the fact that he would now have three tiny cookies running around.

~| And, guess what? The first thing Sorbet Shark does is break something. They tried to look through a window and forgot that glass existed, so they ended up shattering it.

~| “Told you this was a bad idea.” “Dark Cacao, shUT.”

~| Dark Cacao often gets annoyed by the children, with Sorbet Shark’s knack for getting in trouble and the Chess Choco Twins constantly asking for him to play chess with them (which he’s quite surprised when they beat him- he’s actually pretty good at chess). But, when Dark Cacao is off duty as a king, he does enjoy his time with the small children, even if you have to force him to spend bonding time with them.

~| If one of them called Dark Cacao their father or something similar, Dark Cacao would be done. Dead. Right there, right then, he wouldn’t be able to process it. It would most likely have to be the Chess Choco Twins since Sorbet Shark can’t really talk oop-. Dark Cacao is a tyrant. He doesn’t understand why you’re so protective of them and often tells you that you need to calm down, but when he gets attached to them, he is worse than you. He assigns the kiddos personal bodyguards when both he and you are busy, which they don’t mind (it gives Choco Chess someone to play chess with, and it gives Sorbet Shark someone to just play with if you’re not there to do so).

~| Dark Cacao got a journal and, in his free time, writes about what he saw the kiddos doing that day. ‘Today Sorbet Shark climbed up to the banister and got stuck. S/O was freaking out, but I was calm.’ Flashback to the event, where both S/O and Dark Cacao were panicking, trying to get a very happy Sorbet Shark down.

~| Dark Cacao could spend hours playing chess with Choco Chess Cookie, and finds their small shenanigans entertaining- especially how they are so connected each other. Sometimes, it makes him wish he had a twin to share his every thought and pain with, even without speaking. After he plays chess with the two, and 80% of the time looses, he always comes to you to tell you about their game. The first time Dark Cacao beat the twins they were both very salty about it, and he occasionally throws the game by making himself loose, if it seems like he’s on a streak.

~| It may take a while for him to get attached to the kiddos, but when he does, it’s complete game over. They have the cold king in the palm of their tiny little hands.

~| Bonus~ if Dark Choco were to ever come back and live with ya’ll, he would be like an older brother to all of them as soon as he saw, and this would improve Dark Cacao and Dark Choco’s relationship, as they have something to bond over- the children! As for you, you get to adopt another child. I bet you’re happy about that, aren’t you 🍿?

Pure Vanilla x Overprotective reader ft SS and CC

~| “Wonderful!”

~| When you approach Pure Vanilla and introduce the two as your new children, he’s just like ‘lol, alright.’

~| Very laid back when it comes to discipline, cannot do it to save his life. He’ll do anything to cheer them up if they get sad, or do something wrong. Chess Choco knows this and sometimes uses it to get their way. “What’s wrong, my darlings? Why do you look so down? Do you need anything?” “We’re hungry! We are hungry.” “Alright, only the finest for my little cookies!” Sorbet Shark also does this, but less consciously than Chess Choco. Pure Vanilla is more than happy to do all three of their biddings.

~| You cannot get Pure Vanilla off of them. He always seems to be either playing with them or doing something for them. Even when he’s on the throne, his mind often circles back to your children.

~| When they first called him their dad, he was over the moon with joy. He took all of you to a fancy restaurant and announced to the waiter that “Yes, my children, my love, and I are ready to order!”

~| One time the three were trying to reach some jellies on a high shelf. The Choco Chess Twins were on the bottom, holding Sorbet Shark up. Pure Vanilla found them doing so and was quite amused. He lifted Sorbet Shark up higher for them to grab the jellies, which they happily did, before putting them back down and whispering “Don’t tell [mom/dad/parent/S/O]!” That’s a common phrase for him.

~| Surprisingly protective. Not nearly as much as you, but he has to constantly have them in his sight when they’re around him, and he makes sure they’re never alone. Like Dark Cacao, bodyguards when neither of you can be around, but he calls them play mates!

~| He remembers everything they do, and I mean everything. Often he’ll just bring up little stories (sometimes exposing himself by telling you one of those ‘don’t tell [mom/dad/parent/S/O]’ moments oop-) to you when you’re alone.

~| When he can’t sleep, often he will go and check on the kids. Just a little peep into their room to make sure they’re alright, and he’s relaxed by their sleeping figures. Speaking of which, he always tells them a story every night, sometimes two or three if they asking him for it!

~| He gives the kids (and you!) a lot of gifts. A lot of flowers, oddities, trinkets, etc. Pure Vanilla always seems to know what to get them- once Chess Choco’s chess set broke, and he got them two chess sets! One made out of pure glass and the other made out of wood. You couldn’t pull them away from those chess boards for days. When Pure Vanilla has time, he loves to bury little trinkets and give Sorbet Shark a map to the buried treasure. He loves walking alongside the small cookie as they figure out where to go next.

~| If he receives a gift from them, he will literally m e l t, especially if it’s hand made (he loves that they put so much time and effort into something made especially for him!). His room is decorated with all the little gifts meant for him, he keeps every single one of them, and often smiles when he looks at them, as they remind him of you and the kids.

~| Takes you and the kiddos out on picnics to the gardens, when he has the chance! Loves to watch them chase butterflies or observe the flowers. He makes all of the food for these picnics by hand, and sometimes he lets you help out as well. Pure Vanilla makes bomb peanut butter jelly sandwiches, and you can’t convince me otherwise.

~| The most doting father you’ll ever know. He believes they can do no wrong. He comforts them when they’re sad, lifts them higher when they’re happy, and is just the type of cookie that the smaller ones will cling to.

~| These kids could probably get away with murder when Pure Vanilla is around, tbh.

Latte x Overprotective reader ft SS and CC

~| Best mom you’ll ever find.

~| At first, she’s a bit worried at where these three came from- do they have parents!? Is someone looking for them? After hearing Chess Choco’s story (and reading some very wobbly notes from Sorbet Shark), she instantly got attached. Three orphans, with no where to go!? Now, that can’t happen, not on her watch!

~| Latte has worked with kids her entire life, from when she was one to her job as a teacher! She knows how to be strict yet kind, and she uses her experience to her full advantage.

~| You’ll often find her teaching them little things- like how to tie knots, how to bake, etc- but sometimes she tries to teach them some magic. Pawn White and Pawn Black can now move chess pieces through telekinesis :).

~| Loves to take them for rides on her staff. When it’s just her and Sorbet Shark, she’ll often do little spins in the air, which Sorbet Shark absolutely adores.

~| She invites Creampuff and Madeleine over all the time for playdates! She loves watching all 5 cookies play games like hide and seek and truth or dare (she swears Madeleine is a bigger child than all 5 of them). Often times she has to be the referee, but, occasionally, Latte will join in on the games. If you’re ever around during these playdates as well, you’ll be literally dragged into their game.

~| When both of you are busy, she’ll often ask Eclair or to babysit (she doesn’t ask Espresso because she knows he’s always busy), which Eclair will 90% of the time accept. Usually they’ll go to the library, and Choco Chess will use the public chess board they have there, while Sorbet Shark flips through all the picture books and runs around the library like it’s a maze.

~| Checks up on them a lot. You know how mothers always seem to know where everything is? She’s a very good example of this. “Sorbet, where’s your telescope?” “Ooo…” “I think I saw it on top of the book shelf.” “OoOoO00!?!?”

~| Cue Sorbet Shark rushing off and returning with their telescope, indeed looking very happy. “OoOOooO00oO!!!”

~| Latte makes sure all of them are tucked into bed nice and properly, and will sing them lullabies to lull them to sleep. Occasionally, she’ll sing you a lullaby as well!

~| All-around a perfect mother for these kiddos- she has enough free time to just bond with them, and is the perfect mix of sweet and stern.

Hope these were to your liking <3! I, personally, enjoying writing them, I just couldn’t stop adding stuff to Pure Vanilla’s!! I mainly concentrated on their bonds with the children, but there’s still some x reader in there too.

Also, 2 posts in 1 day!?!? Yay!

#Cookie run x reader #cookie run #cookie run kingdom x reader #crk x reader #platonic #romantic #dark cacao x reader #pure vanilla x reader #latte x reader #sorbet shark #choco chess #pawn white #pawn black #requests open #oml I had so much fun writing this-

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spooki-ghoztzz · 2 years

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latte here to be the cr:k requester!!!

I have such a silly crush on licorice cookie so

general hcs on how licorice tries to impress/win over his own crush??

take as much time as you want! forever patient, latte anon <3

( hichdhi oml i was just thinking of licorice cookie sm so I'm happy this request came in- and I have a silly crush on him also </3 )

We all know Licorice is a cocky bastard,but a loveable one. He’d always brag about his power and how strong he was compared to other cookies but as soon as he saw you and how you fought he was smitten!

Okay,the one big way he’d try to win you over was to show you how powerful he was and how he can keep you safe. (tbh he’s pretty strong but sometimes thinks with his brain which makes him dive in headfirst-)

He’d also push himself a lot just to show you he could be good for you,making him push himself to the point where he gets wounded badly half the time. He’d pout the whole time you’re tending to his wounds <3 “I had them,i swear! If Dark Choco didn’t-” “Licorice,it’s okay..”You say softly.”You carried us half the time the least you can do is rest.” He’d simply nod,his cheeks red as he looked away from you with a pout on his face still.

Out of battle,he’d try to impress you by small gifts. He may brag 24/7 but on days he’s too nervous to talk to you he’d send Bat-Cat to drop off a small gift he had bought or made himself. It could be a plush,flowers or even small cakes in the shape of skulls.

(since this ramble was small ima add general dating hcs with Lico-)

Licorice is a complicated man but you get used to him after a while. He is somewhat big on pda,he loves to hold your hand and wander around the Kingdom and yap about the most random things.

He loves kisses- he won’t admit it but he loves to give you kisses on the forehead randomly or when you give him kisses. He’s not used to physical attention like i said but he does like kisses every once and awhile.

Another big thing is dates around the kingdom or just at his home! He enjoys being able to sit down with you and him yapping about the dark arts and such..he may teach you also!

He also adores cuddling,it’s a form of affection that fills his touch starved needs. He loves being able to hold you close and nuzzle into your neck with a soft hum,wrapping his lanky arms around your body. He’s so happy he was even able to have you in his life and to have found you. You make everything better.

#cookie run #cookie run x reader #cookie run licorice cookie #licorice cookie x reader #cookie run kingdom #latte anon !

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ulteriorm0tiv3s · 2 years

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₊˚⊹🦄﹕autumn﹒˚₊

❧ pairing: cream unicorn x reader (gender neutral)

❧ genre: fluff

❧ summary: the weather has been cooling down as autumn creeps in. some cookies haven’t adjusted to the chilliness yet.

❧ notes: i love . them so much cream unicorn my beloved they’re so underrated they need more content hello im here to serve i also really love autumn .

❧ song: thought it was a cool idea 2 start adding songz 2 listen 2 while u read oneshotz so 💋 https://youtube.com/watch?v=TEOzIc9LHGg

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ah, october. the month that includes one of the best holidays. the weather was getting colder and pumpkins were popular again, october slays. to you, the cooler weather was literally a savior. some people, however, did not see it that way. many cookies in the kingdom found it a pain in the ass to suddenly adjust to the chilliness. you would hear people complaining whenever you ventured outside. you found that weird but understandable.

currently, you were preparing to go on a walk so you could further enjoy autumn. you resisted the urge to wear all orange, so you just settled on a sweater with an orange and brown color scheme. there was also a cheesy quote that you hand stitched on yourself. it read “happy fall y’all!” quite silly, but very festive. you had already done the basic necessities of a morning routine, so you were ready to go. when you opened the door, the cool breeze felt like an old friend welcoming you. a content sigh left you as you began walking through your usual route. the month had just barely begun, but signs of autumn were strong. leaves that had once been a vibrant shade of green were now a dull brown and scattered all over the ground. they also made a delightful crunching noise when you walked over them.

as you continued through your walk, you noticed something strange. a bush with something inside had caught your eye. the bush itself had lost its vibrant colors, but something vibrant was inside of it. you were slightly worried until you noticed something familiar. a pastel horn was visibly poking out of the bush, which you recognized as cream unicorn’s. “cream unicorn? what are you doing?” their head popped out of the bush as soon as they heard your voice, a soft whinny coming from them. they pulled themself out of the bush, probably struggling a little. leaves and small twigs were matted into their fur, but they quickly shook them off before poofing into their cookie form. “ah, (Y/N)! it’s nice to see you!” they coo, “i was attempting to enjoy this wonderful day, but i got a little chilly…so i hid in that bush!”

“are you okay? i feel like i don’t usually see you often during months like this,” you gently press your hand against theirs, making sure they weren’t too chilly. “well, i’m usually not active!” cream unicorn says, double checking to see if any more leaves were stuck to them. “i was going to say farewell to the cookies for the season, but i decided to stay! because cookies can get lonely all year round,” they add, sneezing afterwards. “if you intend on helping cookies during the colder months, you’ll have to adjust first! and i’m just your cookie, i’m very festive when it comes to autumn!” cream unicorn gives you an excited smile, “i’m excited to become festive too!”

your walk instantly got better when cream unicorn joined you. since they were cold, you thought of a brilliant idea; latte. the two of you weren’t far from latte’s home, so it didn’t take very long to get there. the little bell embedded on the wooden door jingled as you knocked. dramatically, the door swung open, revealing latte in the doorway. “hi (Y/N)!” she greets, before looking over at cream unicorn, “who’s your friend there?” cream unicorn shyly hid behind you, which didn’t work because of how tall they were. “hi, i’m um..cream unicorn cookie,” they successfully peeped out a small introduction. latte gave you both a sweet smile, “nice to meet you! make yourselves at home.”

a few minutes passed by as you and cream unicorn waited. latte was making pumpkin spice lattes for the two of you. making seasonal lattes were her specialty, after all. cream unicorn seemed very interested in watching latte’s cats. the cats would run in and out of the cat tower very slowly, sneaking in bits of food. “what interesting little creatures,” they cooed. they wanted to pet at least one cat, but the fuzzy beings were a bit skittish towards new cookies. so rather than bothering the felines, they just observed them carefully. “didn’t know you liked cats,” you laugh, taking notice of cream unicorn’s interest in the cats. their attention moves to you, “ah, yes! they’re quite lovely creatures. i’ve never seen them up close before.”

“you can pet them if you want to!” latte announced as she walked into the living room, pumpkin spice lattes in both hands. “is there a way to do that without startling them?” cream unicorn was a bit hesitant, they didn’t want to stress the cats out or scare them. latte nods, setting down the drinks, “mhm! give me a few seconds.” she made her way over to the cat tower, gently picking up one of the cats resting on top. the cat was placed next to cream unicorn. “this is mocha! she’s very sweet.” they hum and slowly extend their hand, “hello mocha!” mocha meowed, lightly sniffing at cream unicorn’s hand. a few seconds later, mocha was purring as she rubbed up against their hand. some of the other cats noticed the attention mocha was getting, which made them come over. “seems they like you!” latte smiled, watching her cats flock over to cream unicorn.

the three of you chatted for a bit while sipping on the warm lattes. after you finished, you and cream unicorn said your goodbyes to latte and her cats. “where are we going now?” they asked, watching the occasional leaf slowly sink to the ground as you walked. “back to my place! i wanna give you something before we venture out more,” you say, listening to the crunching beneath your feet. that sound never gets old. cream unicorn seemed to enjoy the sound too, looking down at their hooves crunching the leaves. once you arrive at your home, you start rummaging through your closet. “might be a bit big, but here!” you pull a large sweater out of your closet. it was one of your custom made ones with the shitty quotes sewn on.

“oh, thank you!” they chirp, putting the sweater on over their current outfit. “now you’ll be less cold when we go venture out!” you cheer, walking back outside with them. “what autumn festivities can we do next?” you hum in response to their question. “maybe collect some leaves. i used to do that a lot as a kid, it’s pretty fun!” the two of you spend the rest of the afternoon exploring the forest floor, picking up leaves as you go. it was a pretty fun way to pass time with your favorite cookie.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cream unicorn cookie x reader #cream unicorn cookie #latte cookie #autumn #fall #cookie run x reader #x reader #self insert #cookie run self insert

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goldenlikedayl1ght · 7 months

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dress - m. murdock

a/n: i am not proud of this in the way that i will not be claiming it when i am judged by god. warnings: SMUT like real sex!!! dom!matt, p in v smut, matt has a thing for talking in bed, MATT BEING A TEASE!!! many nicknames, pining, praise with slight degradation, fluff here and there, tipsy reader and matt, i'm sure i'm missing one or two word count: 3.3k summary: ten months of yearning wears you and matt down to desperation. pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader now playing: dress - taylor swift "say my name and everything just stops/i dont want you like a best friend/only bought this dress so you could take it off."

Foggy is so mad at him.

You’re a good employee, a great employee even! You’re dedicated to your job, and you bake in your free time, so you bring in all sorts of treats—Homemade bagels, donuts, cookies—His favorite are your cinnamon chai sugar cookies you make.

You’re intelligent, well-spoken, and good at explaining the issues that you run into. And you’re funny, Foggy would argue, you have incredible timing and wit. You always buy a round at Josies. You are an amazing employee and friend, and Foggy adores you.

So why, pray tell, must Matt feel the need to have you?

He won’t say it out loud, not to Karen, not to Maggie, not to Foggy, and certainly not you. But he’s entranced by you. He loves the sound of your voice as you explain things, he loves that your heart always skips a beat whenever you’re about to deliver a one liner that will crack everyone else up, he loves that when you bake, you always make things all naturally out of desire to make the best dessert you possibly can. But most of all?

He loves that your heart rate picks up whenever he enters the room.

You, on the other hand, are pretty much fascinated by Matt Murdock. You love the sound of his laughter, you love his hands, you love his charm, you love that you can see a chain around his neck when the day dwindles and he loosens his tie, and Jesus H Christ, you love that baritone.

So, it’s safe to say you’ve both been smitten since the first day you met each other.

Yet, you spend ten months cruelly dancing around your attraction for each other.

He’s hesitant to want you in any context, he’s your boss, he’s fucking Daredevil!

By then you know—Mostly accidentally on purpose. All his usual people are out of town or busy, so when he gets stabbed, he has nowhere else to go. He winds up climbing into your window, scaring the ever-living shit out of you. It’s not how he wanted to tell you about his alter ego, but he knows he can trust you.

And you hate the site of blood and gore, so you struggle to patch him up that night. And it makes your heart ache, all the ways he hurts from his nighttime hobby. And he decides right then and there that he can’t have you, not now. Not knowing how much you would—and really, will—worry about him.

So, he buries his want in other people that have no real meaning to him. He even goes on a second date with some of them. One of them even comes to visit him in the office to have lunch.

It makes you jealous to the point where you need to take a walk to dwindle your desire to go back into the office and beg on your hands and knees for her to leave so you can have him. What happens instead is that you go get a pumpkin chai latte and take it back to the office, sitting and keeping to yourself, even when the girl comes out of his office giggling as he stands in the doorway as she leaves.

He smells the pumpkin from his office, and it drives him wild. Just from how quietly you dwell in your jealousy, as you mask it with your favorite fall flavors.

He breaks up with the girl the next day.

• • •

And a week later, he gets his official invitation to Marci and Foggy’s wedding—A big to do, full of family, friends and coworkers that make it a real party. Matt will be Foggy’s best man. You and Karen aren’t in the wedding party, as you were good friends with both the bride and groom, but Karen wanted to make sure at least one of them was focused on the firm, and you hated to be the center of attention. So, you shared your love from a few aisles back.

You had gone shopping with Marci for your dress, Karen too. You enjoyed spending time with them—While you had made friends with them easily, prior friends had never really come easy to you.

It was nice to be wanted.

But they had insisted on you trying to find different dresses that made you look amazing. And for the most part, the dresses made you sort of uncomfortable. They revealed too much or revealed too little.

And then you came across this red satin dress. It hugs your curves in all the right way, and it makes you look good. It makes you feel good. You have these perfect black heels to wear with them, and then Karen says it.

“You know, Matt kind of has a thing about textures. He loves silk and satin.” Your face burns. Of course, he does. Why wouldn’t he? He can hear people's heartbeats, tell when they’re lying, why wouldn’t he be keen on nice textures?

“Karen Page, are you insisting I should by this dress to impress a man?” You laugh just to escape your nerves.

“No! But it can’t hurt! It’s not like he’s bringing a date—” She turns to Marci. “He’s not bringing a date, right?” she asks quickly. It makes her laugh.

“No, Murdock RVSP’ed for one.” You look at yourself in the mirror again, thinking it over. And over. And over. Then you turn to your friends again, and nod.

“Alright. Alright, I’ll get it.” You grin, “And y’know.. Karen’s right, It can’t make the situation any worse.”

“You know what you need now? Good lingerie for after—” Your face is red again at your friend’s comment.

“Shut up, Marci!” You whine, heading back to the dressing room to get changed.

• • •

Matt is sitting with Foggy and his brothers, enjoying a glass of scotch before the ceremony when someone knocks on the door.

And somehow, he’s not shocked to hear your nervous heartbeat when the door opens.

“Hey Fog, Karen said you had scissors—Can I borrow ‘em quick? There’s a tag on this dress I forgot to take off and it’s impossible to reach—”

“Yes, Absolutely, and you know who would be great at helping you? Matt. An incredible knack for… Cutting things.” It’s a poor attempt to get the two of you alone, yet Foggy hands you the scissors and pushes you and Matt outside the room.

“My rooms only two doors down.” He explains, taking your hand in his and leading you there.

After finding out about his super senses, it became clear that he was more than capable of finding his way through places he’s stayed, and that he’s privy to a lot more information than people would give him credit for.

So here you are. In Matt Murdock’s hotel room. A tag itching at your back, with you unable to grab it.

“I’m just gonna—” He awkwardly reaches to the top of your dress, and you just move the hair from your neck and try to ease his anxiety.

“Just go for it, Matt. I don’t care, it’s just annoying.” You promise. And he does.

He folds the top of your dress the best he can and its only enough for the scissors to almost grab the tag without him sticking his hand down your dress. He hesitates for a second before exhaling deeply.

Then, he leans down towards your back, and scrunches the material enough so that he can reach the tag and bites the tag off.

You can feel his other hand on your hip. His hot breath on your back. He hears your heart jump as your breath becomes shaky. He wonders how bad it would be for him to skip the wedding and take you right here, in this room.

He plucks the tag from his teeth and smooths out your dress, as you let go of your hair. He feels this raw need for you.

And you feel it too. Yet he pulls away, taking a step back from you.

“We should get to the ceremony.” he said, trying to catch his breath. He yearns for you, in a way that anyone else would laugh at. It’s the type of yearning you read about in Jane Austen novels. That is the level that Matt longs to touch you. It’s desperation.

“Yeah...” You say softly, trying to recover from what just happened. You drop him back off at Foggy’s suite and head back to the hall, hoping to find Karen and put the moment behind you. And that’s just what happens. You watch the ceremony, and it’s gorgeous. You’re thrilled for Marci and Foggy, and it elates you that they put together such a beautiful ceremony.

And yet, you can’t take your eyes off Matt and how good he looks. He stands tall, and he really does look good. It makes it kind of hard to focus. It makes it really hard to focus. And you think about this all the way through their first dance song, through dinner, through cake and through all the cheesy wedding traditions Foggy insisted on.

You have a few drinks but eventually it all becomes too much, and you take a minute outside of the hall and into the cold air. And you’re thinking about Matt.

“You’re gonna catch a cold out here.”

Speak of the devil.

You turn back to him and smile.

“I’ve been thinking about you.” You say, and he hums. It’s the alcohol in both of your systems, it’s why neither of you run when you say it.

“Same goes for you, sweetheart.” He takes off his coat and wraps it around your shoulders. You note the silky texture of the inside of the jacket. It pushes you further.

“Why do we insist on playing this game? Why do we watch each other go after people who we don’t want when all we want is each other?”

He takes a moment to answer. Because in truth, he’s sure he could tell you why, he could discuss all of the horrible things that have happened to him, and you could share the same sort of stories about your own life. You could sit there and dissect past traumas for hours.

But that’s not really what you’re asking.

“I don’t know...” He says softly. His hands find themselves on your hips, and he rubs small circles into the fabric. “Satin?” You hum, melting at his touch. “Words, pretty girl. You know I like hearing your voice.”

“Satin.” You confirm, your breath catching.

“There she is...” He hums, and leans in. You feel his breath against your lip, and you take it upon yourself to close the gap between the two of you.

It’s soft, full of this hesitation because despite all the flirting, you’re still unsure of yourself. He quickly eases these fears as his hands move and you find his arms wrapped around your torso. He deepens the kiss, and you both lean into it. It becomes more desperate after that.

Your hands find their way to his hair, and you fiddle with the ends, unwilling to break the kiss, even if it means air. He breaks the kiss for a second, only to come back to your lips with more passion, biting your bottom lip, before slipping his tongue into your mouth, taking the more aggressive approach.

And you can’t take it anymore. You need him. You pull away from him, pant softly before kissing his jaw gently.

“Take me to your room.” You request. He obliges.

You find yourself taking off your heels as soon as you get in, your feet aching as you walk further into the room. The context is much different than it was this afternoon—And it makes you nervous.

Matt comes up from behind you and places his hands on your arms, rubbing them gently, before kissing your shoulder.

“You don’t have to be nervous. I’ll be gentle with you...” He says softly. You hum before he continues, “Or do you... want me to be rough with you?” he asks teasingly, landing a quick bite onto your shoulder. You make a noise of surprise and turn to him.

“You’re a tease, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Once or twice.” He begins to loosen his tie, eventually forcing it off and then starting to unbutton his shirt. You begin to help him with this task, eventually getting it all the way unbuttoned. Then you gently push him back against the bed and he laughs, falling onto it.

He thinks it’s cute. Until you sit above him, your dress hiking a bit. You lean down to kiss him as his hands find their way to the back of your thighs, and begin to move up and down, just being the tease, he is.

You whine into the kiss, and it just makes him chuckle further, before flipping the pair of you over, then planting a kiss on your neck.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Needy from just a few kisses?” He slips off his shirt as he continues to kiss you. One hand remains on your thigh, travelling up your thigh, eventually finding your panties.

“Mhm...” You hum, your hands wrapping around his neck again to play with his hair.

“Talk to me, sweet girl...” he says softly before he continues his assault on your neck.

“Matt…” You hum. “You know, I only—” Then his fingers find your clit and begin rubbing gentle circles, just teasing you with his fingers. It turns him from tease to cruel. You let out a moan, and he only tuts in disappointment.

“Keep talking or you won’t get anything from me.” He tells you, before continuing to tease you. His fingers begin to work on your folds. You try your best to focus. He takes off your panties and throws them on the ground somewhere.

“Only bought this dress for you... Thought you might like it...” You gasp again as he slips a finger into you, “Fuck—Thought it would make you do something about it.” In fairness, it got the reaction you had only hoped for in your wildest dreams. It makes him chuckle against your skin.

“Only got this pretty little dress for me to touch you like this?” He adds another finger and starts to move. When you don’t answer, too busy getting lost in his fingers, he bites your shoulder again. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes! God, yes…” You respond. He hums in approval, continuing to curl his fingers inside of you. It only takes a few minutes before you can feel yourself near the edge of an orgasm. “Matt… Baby, please...”

“C’mon, sweet girl... I’ve got you, let go...” And it’s enough to make you, cumming all over his fingers. He lets you ride out your high, out of breath. He kisses your neck again before bringing his fingers up to his lips, tasting your juices. “Sweet girl, still.” He smirks. Your heart skips a beat. He chuckles. Then he continues, “Did so good for me, sweetheart... Wanna keep going?” He asks.

“Yes, please... Wanna feel you inside me...” you confess.

“You want me to fill you up and stretch you out, pretty girl?” You should know better by now, but you just hum in response, gaining another bite to your shoulder. “Try again.”

“Yes... I want you so badly, Matt, please... I’ve been dreaming about it for months now,” You confess, “Need you...” He seems satisfied by this, and moves back, helping you sit up.

“Well then, we’ll need to get this pretty dress off you.” He says, his fingers working to take off his belt. Your fingers run over his chest. It’s all he can do not to rip the dress off, but he knows how much it means to you and how much it could’ve cost. So, instead, he slips the dress off you and feels you shiver against him. Still so nervous. He tosses the dress in the general direction of his suitcase, so it doesn’t sit on the floor. He leans in and starts pressing kisses to your chest, his hands reaching up to your bra and unclasping it. He throws it with much less care than the dress.

He keeps kissing down your torso as he lays you back on the bed, your hands going again to his hair.

“How come it’s fair that I’m fully naked, and you still have pants on?” You ask. It makes him laugh, and he stands straight again.

“Fair enough,” he says, taking them off. And then goes his boxers. Before you can stare at him, he’s on top of you again, kissing you deeply. You can feel his cock resting against your fold and it makes you moan into the kiss. He pulls away for just a second before asking, “Is this, okay? You’ll stop me if it’s too much?”

“Yeah, I’ll tell you.” You respond. He smiles at your words.

“Perfect. Perfect, pretty girl...” He hums as he begins to kiss your shoulders and the top of your chest, before slipping inside of you. You let out a moan, and he groans as well, taking a few minutes to take all of you in. It feels amazing. He begins to move inside of you as he brings you in for another kiss. When he pulls away, he’s talking, “Been thinking about this for... Fuck, so long...” He groans. “Been dreaming of this perfect pussy and how good it would feel around me…” He says, and it elicits a shaky moan from you.

“Faster, please...” You request, and he obliges, picking up the pace. You’ve been thinking about this for a long time too. You never imagined he’d be so controlling about the whole thing. It works you up almost as much as how vocal he is.

He leaves bites and marks down your chest as he pulls you closer to him, knowing he won’t last much longer. He feels you tighten around him and makes another demand, “Tell me how badly you want to cum, and I’ll let you.” He says this before planting a rather contrasting soft kiss to your ear.

“Please... Please, Matt, Fuck... I need to cum all over your cock... Wanna feel so good, baby...” You moan, your fingers pulling on his hair. It excites you when he moans. “And I want you to cum inside me... Fill me up, Baby, please...” You beg. He’s happy with it for now, but he knows he’ll want to hear more another time.

“C’mon, sweet girl. Cum for me…” He pants, and it’s all you need before you let yourself come undone around his cock. He continues thrusting for a few minutes, letting you ride out your high, before cumming himself, and you moan at the feeling. He lays against you for a few minutes, trying to recover, and it’s then that you notice he’s shaking.

“Are you okay?” You ask softly, brushing his hair out of his face. He looks at you with those gorgeous brown eyes. He laughs at your question.

“I’m great... You’re just... amazing...” he says honestly, kissing your shoulder one more time. “Perfect, pretty girl...” He praises. “My perfect girl...” It makes you shudder. He stays like this for a moment more before kissing you softly. Then, he sits up and goes to get a towel to clean the both of you up. And then, he’s back in bed with you. He pulls you close as you both recover from what just happened.

“I wasn’t lying,” You start, “I’ve been thinking about you for months. You’re all I’ve wanted for so long...” You confess. He kisses your head and pulls you closer.

“Me too... I was too much of an idiot to tell you though. Almost let you get away.”

“You got me.” You affirm. He hums and begins to rub all too familiar circles into your hips with his thumbs.

“And now I just want you more.”

The feeling is mutual.

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