This is a kink account, i'm 20, minors dni.. I'm 20 and you may call me Vanilla/nilla or big/little bro, whatever you perfer🤍 I am a switch, both submissive and dominant. DMS OPEN PICTURES ACCEPTED!! I AM NOT LOOKING FOR A RELATIONSHIP!!!!!!!
requested by ; anonymous (20/01/24) & anonymous (14/09/24)
fandom(s) ; cookie run
fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific
character(s) ; elder faerie cookie
outline ; “Hi! Since no one has yet, could I request some elder faerie cookie smut headcanons 👀 (I am 20 btw)”
&
“Hello there, I have read the rules in your post, and I am an adult. I have a request for you for CookieRun:Kingdom. Is it alright for you to do some smut Elder Farie Cookie headcanon?”
note ; i cannot believe it’s taken me seven whole months to finish this post… sorry anons 🫠
minors and ageless blogs will be blocked
elder faerie cookie is a natural dominant who, while not mean, is definitely on the stricter side of the spectrum — one who is very clear about his expectations for you as his submissive in the bedroom and who isn’t afraid to dole out punishments for intentional misbehaviour (and, likewise, is also very generous with his rewards when you do behave). this also makes him a very effective brat tamer if you happen to lean towards that kind of thing in bed…
he much prefers topping and has little to no experience with bottoming, but if you’re dead set on having him bottom for you then he can be convinced to try it out once in a while — it’s still not his favourite thing to do, but with enough preparation it’s not totally unpleasant for him and he likes seeing how excited it makes you so he’s happy to do it as a reward for a streak of exceptionally good behaviour… or something else along those lines
he much prefers to be able to see your face when you’re having sex and, as such, tends to lean towards the positions that allow that — e.g. missionary, mating press, cowgirl, etc. — but if there is a mirror involved he could be convinced to branch out to other positions like doggy style, concubine, or lotus
elder faerie cookie is naturally more of a giver in bed and, as such, generally prefers to go down on you rather than have you go down on him. as with all things in the bedroom, he really takes his time to make you feel good — making sure to leave no millimetre of you unkissed, unlicked, unbitten as he goes, and being wholly unbothered about any mess he may be making in the process. he builds up your anticipation and desperation expertly so by the time he finally takes you into his mouth you’re already trembling, throbbing, and on the brink of orgasm and mere moments away from soaking him with your spend — thankfully he’s more than happy to clean you and himself up afterwards with his tongue
(also has no problem going down on you after he’s fucked you, but that’s another point entirely)
isn’t naturally super talkative in bed, but whenever he does choose to speak up it’s almost always to praise you. to tell you how incredible you look beneath or above him (how angelic, how divine). to compliment the taste of you on his tongue (how delectable, how addictive). to praise you for taking him so well (almost like you were made to be his, and he, yours). to shower you in affirmations spoken so earnestly, so reverently, in the heat of passion that it’s impossible to brush them off or hide from them
big fan of cock warming because of how intimate of an act it is — elder faerie cookie is nothing if not patient, and he’s got plenty of self restraint too, so he could easily sit with you like that for hours at a time without tiring of it or becoming too desperate to stay still. he just… enjoys being close to you like this, that’s all
if you have a thing for his voice then he’s going to be more than happy to indulge you in the bedroom: talking you through your orgasm, giving you instructions while you touch yourself in front of him, describing exactly what he intends to do to you before he does it, whispering a low warning to ‘behave’ in your ear when you’re being a brat, etc. — he may not naturally be the most vocal in the bedroom, but he’ll compromise for your sake
his wings are extremely sensitive to both pain and pleasure, and under the right circumstances and with the right type of stimulation you might just be able to make him whine or groan by touching them. e.g. reaching around his back while he’s fucking you and lightly dragging your nails along the point where his wings sprout from his back, or running the tip of your finger along the thin edges of them while cockwarming him. just… please don’t use this knowledge to tease him in public because he has an image to uphold as a king (and because he’s not afraid to punish you for impudent behaviour, so unless you’re prepared for a long night then don’t test his patience like this)
he also has an extremely sensitive chest, so biting/kissing/licking that area is a guaranteed way to get some small reaction out of him and make his composure momentarily waver — though, of course, the visible shudder and shallow intake of breath is a much less extreme reaction than what you’d see if you were messing around with his wings instead.
enjoys having his hair played with during foreplay, sex, and even after the act, but he’s very particular with his preferences — e.g. if you’re going to pull on it then he’d much rather you wrap it around your hand and tug rather than just grabbing at random bits and knotting it up, and he prefers gentle scratching at his scalp over harsh ragging on his hair but if you’re caught in the moment then he won’t outright scold you for getting a bit rough with him (he can take it, after all)
while he finds you absolutely enchanting in everything you wear (or even when you’re wearing nothing at all), it’s impossible to ignore just how fond he is of the sight of you in lingerie — frilly, sheer, lacy, and in colours and cuts that perfectly accentuate your natural shape… it’s enough to leave the monarch absolutely speechless
as a faerie his stamina goes way beyond what most mortals have and he can easily go for upwards of a dozen consecutive rounds if he has the free time and go-ahead to do so. of course because of how demanding his duties are, and because he’s terribly worried about actually breaking you, marathon sex like that is an extremely rare thing for the both of you and he typically limits himself to maybe two or three rounds at a time (or less if you’re too exhausted to go for very long).
he’s extremely patient and enjoys being able to take his time with you in the bedroom, preferring a slower pace with more focus on intentional actions and savouring the experience over just outright rushing towards the finish line (so to speak). this has on many occasions led to him accidentally edging you as he splits his focus between straight up pleasuring you (with his mouth or hands or dick) and pausing to continue worshipping the rest of your body — it’s frustrating sometimes, how many times you come close to release only to have it snatched away from you, but if you just wait and stay with him for the full experience then your patience will be rewarded with an orgasm so intense that you momentarily forget the sound of your own name… followed by another, and another, until either you tap out or he deems you too fucked out to continue
while this is something he typically reserves for punishments, elder faerie cookie can be convinced to start incorporating light impact play into your regular sex life if you ask. typically he only goes so far as bending you over his knee and making you count each time he swats your ass with the palm of his hand, but for regular use he’d prefer to use something like a swatch or a paddle on you — something that is plenty firm but not hard or small enough to leave a lasting mark more intense than a bruise, and that he’s able to maintain complete control over during use.
if you have a tendency to slip into sub space during sex then elder faerie cookie is quick to pick up on any minor change in your demeanour and is excellent at discerning when you’re good to keep going and when he ought to stop and shift his focus to after care and cleaning you up — either basing his decisions off of previous encounters and his own familiarity with your body and boundaries, or off of a previous discussion where you gave him explicit instructions as to what you want him to do in that situation
he has an extremely thorough and intricate approach to aftercare — doing everything and anything he can to ensure that you’re as clean, comfortable, and healthy as possible after all is said and done. and that’s not even mentioning how shockingly good he is at offering reassuring pillow talk…
so yknow how elder fairy begged white lily to stay? imagine him doing the same for y/n cookie but to a more extreme level- just him begging them to be his queen/king
Reason to Stay (Elder Faerie Cookie)
“Y/N Cookie.”
When you heard his voice, you stopped dead in your tracks, your foot just about to step into the forest.
“Are you…leaving our kingdom?”
You balled your hands into fists, breathing in and out sharply. You turned to him, you can practically feel the sense of sorrow and confusion in his eyes.
You answered his question with a nod of your head. You wanted to be far away from here, to protect the faeries. Protect Silverbell Cookie. Protect Mercury Cookie.
Protect him.
“I..was not expecting your departure to be so soon. Or at all for that matter. Is this from your fear of…them?”
He was spot on. If your old friends ended up turning to darkness, who’s to say you won’t end up like them? You wished to leave from here, your days as the Virtue of Compassion was over. You refuse to let your power consume you and bring harm to everyone you hold dear.
He grabbed your hand before you could even turn around. You asked for him to let you go, you didn’t want to hurt him if the worst happened...
Elder Faerie opened his wings as they wrapped around you both, it brought a sense of intimacy as you looked at him,
“You won’t hurt me, your love for other cookies and for all of Earthbread is strong. It is not the curse you believe it is. It’s something special, a blessing that you bring to others. The Silver Kingdom needs you. I…need you.”
Elder Faerie Cookie?
“Let me be selfish this time with this one request I ask of you. Please know that with this, you won’t have to bear the weight of your responsibility alone.”
He had pulled out a small gift and opened it right in front of you.
“That you…could become this kingdom’s future…”
It was a golden ring adorned with leaves and petals, a piece of Moonstone situated at the top.
“In truth, I had wanted a king/queen by my side all this time. No cookie has ever made feel the you have. You’re everything I could have ever wanted and much more. I want you to be by my side for all of eternity. So please…will you be my one and only king/queen for me? Now and forever?”
Do you the time for more Elder Faerie Cookie??? Poor boi has not much content around here 😭
Like ..a headcanons or anything with y/n....I wanna know,your my favorite creators, bring the love to you :3
It was during the middle of the celebratory feast for White Lily’s awakening that Elder Faerie, who was sat next to you, cleared his throat and tapped your shoulder to get your attention.
“Y-Y/N Cookie. On behalf of the Faerie Kingdom, we should thank you for you and the other Cookies’ efforts in warding off Shadow Milk Cookie’s deceitful takeover.”
“Oh, it was no problem, Elder Faerie Cookie. Gingerbrave and the others weren’t going to let the kingdom burn, neither was I. So we did what we could to stop Shadow Milk Cookie in his tracks for now.”
“Which leaves me to ask something of you.”
“Yeah, sure. Shoot.”
“Would you be interested in..er..being my pookie?”
I wish controlling someone's bladder was a job. Like, ah ah, it's not time yet. Remember to sit still. Hands off your crotch. Focus on your paperwork. Don't forget, you have a meeting in an hour. I expect you to hold it until after you're done. Remember, you paid me for this. So I don't wanna hear any whining. Is that a wet spot? Tsk, pathetic.
Idk they say do what you love but what if I love making grown people piss themselves?
imagining my face buried deep within a pretty boy’s cunt as he fights with his full bladder. he writhes against the mattress, hips rutting up and down as my tongue slithers every inch of his throbbing core. beneath his breath, he mumbles a chorus of “fuck”s and “shit”s as he clenches every muscle in that feeble body of his. his hands tangle in my hair as i put my lips to work, and he feels that all too familiar sting low in his abdomen, electricuting his entire being and making him shake and sob, begging me to ease up, warning me that soon he’ll lose the weak grasp of control he has over himself and spill out all over the sheets. i don’t stop, though. in fact, i make sure to turn my head in a way that makes his eyes roll back into his own. he’s shaking as he holds onto me, shrieking out unintelligible praises and pleas all in the same breath, crying out my name until his voice can no longer carry it and instead breaks off into blissful moans. i feel the first drop against my tongue before he even notices that it’s out, and after it comes another, and then another. his eyes shoot open, undeniable embarrassment shooting through his veins, but i’m not merciful enough to lift my head. his tears don’t faze me; i keep going until he’s but a puddle of his own incoherence, desperately whining like the animal he is as all of the pressure inside of him reaches its peak. he lets out a final warning gasp, though, due to his own exhaustion, it sounds more like a labored breath, and, before there’s any stopping it, a waterfall of gold expels itself onto my lips. he can no longer control himself, frame convulsing underneath me as i lap up every bit of fluid that i can in the short amount of time that it spews out of him. poor baby isn’t even finished pissing before he comes undone, his breath catching in his throat as his joints spasm, trying as hard as they can to keep some semblance of control but ultimately losing the battle and crumbling upon just the touch of my mouth. when it’s over, his voice wavery and his eyes wet, his legs fall relaxed and he feels a sharp warmth all the way from his wet clit to his upper stomach, and he lets out a final shuddering whimper as the rest of him sprays out onto the bed, his head still foggy and his pussy still pulsating from the orgasm that just rippled through him.
A terrifying experience on the empty subway line causes you to piss your pants from fear- well, if you had any pants, that is.
A fic where Jimmy holds a gun to your head and steals your panties. ♡
Features: Jimmy x Reader
Tags: Female Reader, Gun Play, Omorashi/Pee, Fear Wetting, Noncon, Assault, Fear, Dark Themes, Panty Stealing, Psycho Pervert Jimmy tbh LOL
“Give me your panties.”
Not what you were exactly expecting from your gun wielding assailant, but then again, it was 3 am, and you were a girl alone on the empty subway. What did you expect?
“Hurry up,” He says, his deep voice cuts through the quiet ambiance of the desolate station. He's holding the gun in his jacket pocket. You look at him with a dumb, shocked expression, not really knowing what to do. There was no one else on the line- if you called for help it's not like anyone would hear.
“Do you think I'm joking?” Your wide eyes dart to his pocket, where allegedly the metal barrel of a gun is pointed right at you, his thick finger dangerously resting on the trigger.
Allegedly, you think. He could be some loser pervert just trying to scare girls out of their panties. Do those kinds of guys really carry around guns?
“Are you fucking dumb or something? You're gonna make me act like an ass, aren't you?” He says, before pulling the gun from his pocket and pointing it directly at your head, just an inch from your temple.
Yes, yes they do carry around guns and they're very fucking real.
“Give me your panties.” He repeats again, so calm and collected that you almost feel stupid for shaking like a leaf, suddenly broken out of your frozen stupor.
“Okay, okay!” You throw your hands up out of fear, palms up. “I'm sorry, please, please don't kill me-” You say, hot tears now pouring down your face.
You're thinking of home, how you just want to be in your bed right now, warm and safe, anywhere but here. You want to be somewhere without the tall dark man looming over you. Trying to block out the image of your pale body found on the stained cement floor in the morning, your hands shake violently as you reach up your skirt and pull down your underwear, almost tripping as you try to get them from around your ankles.
He snatches them from your hands and shoves them in his jacket pocket.
“Please, please, please,” You sob, your nose running, “Please let me go home now,” Your voice trembling harder than you knew possible. You accidentally look down as you feel a tiny dribble of hot liquid trail down your thigh, not realizing how badly you were trying to not piss yourself from fear until now.
Your attacker follows your gaze, predator eyes focusing on the little drop of pee.
“Fuck,” He laughs, teasing and incredulous, like you're the dumbest thing in the world.
He lowers the gun from your head, promptly placing it to your now bare pussy. Your back is pressed to the cold tile wall, cowering away from the man's presence. The gun is cold as he rubs it in lazy circles around your clit, pushing rougher when he hears you whimper. You're looking anywhere but at him, nowhere to go as he slips the gun further back before he slaps the barrel against your cunt- makes a lewd noise as it hits your flesh. He rubs it around your hole, so much pressure and panic that you finally piss yourself, hot liquid clinging to your thighs as it gushes loudly onto the cement floor, spraying out from around the cold black gun.
He lets out another mean spirited chuckle as he looks at the dark puddle formed on the ground, shakes a drop of piss from his gun, and starts to walk away. But he stops, and turns back towards you.
“You know it's not real, right?” He says, giant grin on his face.
You look up at him with big wet eyes.
“Wh-what?” You say dumbly.
“It’s not real.” He shakes the gun in his hand, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. “It's plastic.”
You're sniffling, fidgeting with your skirt. Your socks and shoes are wet.
“You don't believe me?” He waits a second for a response, before coming close to you again.
“Put your hands out. Go on, do it.” and fearfully you do, place both shaking hands out in front of you, struggling to not squeeze your eyes shut and just disappear.
He places the gun in your hands.
And it's light.
You can see the plasticky sheen clear as day now, so clearly, obviously a toy. You pissed yourself and handed your panties over to a stranger because you were scared of a toy gun.
Your face flushes an embarrassed pink, a new batch of wet tears runs down your face, sobs escaping your lips in heavy shakes
“Aw, c'mon, don't cry. It's kinda funny if you think about it, y'know? See, you're fine.” He takes the gun up from your hands, gives you an almost playful nudge on the shoulder, and finally walks away. You wipe your snot on your sleeve as he leaves you there in a puddle of your own piss. Pantiless and humiliated.
My favourite hobby is gently bullying a fuzzy headed sub, making them speak when their brain is practically broken from hours of teasing.
"Use your words little dove? Ohhh, what's that sweetheart? I can't hear you over your slutty little whimpers. You seem to be stuttering... Well I guess I'll just keep toying with you until you can muster up the words. Or would you like me to stop touching your needy body, hmm?"
small idea…lil bro is watching porn, and big bro walks in on him. big bro checks what it is, and it’s…big bro x lil bro porn (gasp)?? big bro takes this as invitation and decides to recreate everything while lil bro is forced to keep watching the porn. bonus points if big bro makes him feel icky about being into incest.
-💫
“hey shitbag, do you know where the-…what the fuck is that”
big bro grabs lil bros phone out his hands, looking at the screen for a long time. pupils dilated and breathing switching pace every few seconds. he holds the phone tighter before putting it face down on the bed. it’s barely a second before big bros shoving his little brother backwards on the bed
“you fucking freak. your fucking disgusting. watching…watching fucking faux-incest porn whilst your actual big brother is one fucking room away?!”
The elder pants and flips lil bro over onto his stomach. he needed to teach this pervert a lesson and what better way than giving him exactly what he wants?
big bro leans into his little brothers ear from behind and shoves his phone back into his hands.
“find your favourite one of these videos. go on. good. now don’t take your fucking eyes off it”
big bro copy’s the man in the video, slowly scissoring open lil bros sloppy cunt, already loose and dripping from playing with himself earlier.
“you’ll lie there and you’ll take everything i give you, okay? and if you fucking dare take your eyes off that screen. the whole family will know that you want your big brother to ruin you. pervert.”
