#cookie run imagines

[amarettosis]

i'm so happy to see you!

[movie-plush-baby]

Oooo new writer ok the tag cr x reader?? Don’t mind if I do !! Could I ask a string gummy x reader but ANGSTY ANGSTIER ANGSTIEST ?? My boy is a rly good character but it’s more underrated than snake fruit 💀

(By the way since I’m doing a request, if people want to ask for cookies I am DOWN for it! I may only do TBD cookies or general scenarios though with rare exceptions like idk Chili Pepper)

STRING GUMMY X READER ANGST

String Gummy is, almost all the time, worried about you. Ever since losing his Director, he’s found himself constantly worrying. Are you alright today? Have enough to eat? Are you starving yourself?

Maybe you didn’t answer that call becaus were busy and he starts worrying that something’s happened to you, horrified and standing there hunched over his phone mumbling prayers to whatever gods are out there listening at the moment (one of them is probably Timekeeper) that you’re safe and you just missed it for some reason, and you’re having fun.

He wishes he didn’t. He so, so wishes he didn’t worry like this. He doesn’t want to be overbearing or anything, so many times while he’s worried he’ll just… bottle it up. He’s strong, right? He can cast aside the feeling of terror, right? That he’ll lose someone so close to him again?

And then, finally, comes the straw that breaks the camel’s back. You come home late for some reason or another, maybe traffic was particularly bad, or maybe you just had so much fun with your friends you ended up staying at their place for too long. One reason or another all leads to the same thing, the usually stoic-looking gunman rushing you at the front door and squeezing you so tight his prosthetic hand almost hurts, crying his eyes out as he mumbles how much he missed you.

If he hasn’t told you about his Director before, he starts spilling. Of course, a watered down version is provided if you don't work for the TBD, but otherwise he finally explains.

After that, even if you tell him it's alright and that he can talk to you whenever, he still finds himself not wanting to bother you or seem too needy.

In other words: please get that man some therapy.

[azlrse]

Embarrassment (Various Ancient Cookies x GN Cookie!Reader)

CW: a bit suggestive but contains overall sweet fluff!!

A/N: Pure Vanilla Cookie is officially been added to the list and I'm going to write for him for the first time so bare with me!

[This is a filler post since my recent fic has been flopping lately--]

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Dark Cacao Cookie 🗡️

"My King, is their majesty alright? Where's the other throne?" You looked at Dark Cacao Cookie, both flustered and embarrassed while your husband looks at the cookie that spoke towards him with a blank expression. "It needs of repair, watcher. For now, my spouse will sit on my lap in the absence of their throne."

That was a lie, the only reason why he took away the throne you usually sat on was because in revenge, from your endless pranks of course. You always played numerous pranks from him; from hiding his own crown to giving him a small heart attack when it turns out, you only hid in the bedroom closet.

The last straw that finally snapped him is when you scare the living shit out of him, causing him to shout loudly out of fear. Now, here you are, sitting at his lap as a way of his revenge towards you. To say the least, it's very embarrassing.

While you gave a playful stare to your husband, Dark Cacao would wrap his arms around you and snuggles up on your neck. "Dark Cacao dear, can I at least stand up a bit? It's kind embarrassing when you gave some of your affection like this." The king looks at you questionably and replied, "No one was here, beloved. Now stop talking and let me enjoy your presence here."

What a great way to spend some time with your husband...

Pure Vanilla Cookie 🌻

"Pure Vanilla Cookie, where's the other throne?" He only looks at you in slight confusion, yet knows on what he was doing. Through the words of the young cookies of his kingdom, he knows what's the concept of 'pranks' mean. Don't blame this king tho! Not only he just wants to try to pull a prank on you but also wants to spend some time towards his adorable lover.

Pure Vanilla Cookie playfully shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know, my dear. It looks like I've must have forgotten to bring it back here because the throne's need of change of design." He looks at you with his heterochromic eyes and playfully pats his lap. "Why don't you sit here for a while? I just wanna hold my lovable flower." You look at him in pure shock and your face became red.

"Y-your lap, my king?" He nodded as he placed his staff right beside his throne. "I mean, only if your comfortable with it. I just ordered the cookies here at the castle to give us a bit of privacy. Care to join me, my queen/king?" You felt flustered towards his actions as you walked towards him and sat on his lap. Your husband instantly hugs your waist an gives you a small kiss on your cheek.

You enjoyed the peaceful silence until a servant cookie spoke from the storage room. "Um King Pure Vanilla Cookie, why is their majesty's throne was stored at the storage room? I thought that you delivered it at the royal sculptors in change of the design."

You look at him in slight anger (yet playfully). "You lied, sweetheart? That's not very nice of you!" You spoke as you playfully slap his arm, crossing your arms and playfully glares towards him. He only laughs as he holds you tighter his arms. "I couldn't think of a better way to spend some time with you, love. So I heard those little cookies talking about the concept of 'pranks'.

For this one, you just let it slide off. After all, you need some of the affection you husband gave to you.

Hollyberry Cookie 💝

"Nah uh, there is no way I could have lost to this berry juice drinking contest! I could've beaten your record when I still have much time left!" Hollyberry Cookie only laughed as she pulled you towards the throne and hugged you tightly. Upon feeling the warmth from her affection, you calmed down and snuggled up a bit in her arms.

"Oh hush, sweetheart! You know that my record was unbeatable! No cookie could handle consuming 12 cups of juices, including my own spouse!" You only glared at her, began to cross your arms and looked away from her loving gaze. You could handle any tasks like hunting for berries at the forest or handling a dragon together with your wife but being on the queen's lap? Not a chance! You felt really flustered yet embarrassed at the same time.

Your wife places her hand on your cheek and gives your lips a little speck of kiss. "You know I love you right? You did your best at the contest minutes ago." She spoke softly while you also smiled back at her. "Yes, I love you too, Hollyberry Cookie. I love you so much."

Golden Cheese Cookie 🧀

"This sucks, this is what I got after I tripped and fell towards that ditch? I only have a scrape on my dough, not a crack, my queen." You spoke as Golden Cheese hugs you tightly around your waist, unable to let you go. You were used to your wife's protective instinct but being on her lap? That's another story to tell.

You kept on reassuring her that you are okay and she's married to a tough cookie, despite all the challenges the two of you faced throughout the relationship. "No, you're staying in my lap till I say so, my treasure." Golden Cheese said, making you a bit pissed off.

You look away from her face in anger when suddenly she had an idea. An idea that could make you feel less anger towards you. "You know," she stated, placing a single kiss on your neck. "I know a way to make you calm down."

"Hmm? What was tha-"

Your words were cut off when all of the sudden, she peppers both of your face and neck with so many kisses. "Golden Cheese Cookie, stop the kisses!!" You giggled uncontrollably while your wife gives you butterfly kisses both on your face and neck. "Nope, I ain't gonna stop unless my spouse isn't angry at me anymore!" She replied and proceeded to continuously kisses you.

"Alright, alright I'm not angry anymore! I should be careful next time, honey!" Your giggles quiet down as soon as your wife stops her affectionate attack. You placed your head on her shoulder and snuggles up closer to her body. Golden Cheese Cookie only sighs and kisses on the top of your head as she enjoys the peaceful silence on her palace.

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[reeedvelvet]

FALLS DOWN THE STAIRS

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

literally the reaction when u flirt w clotted cream cookie☝️

DON'T LIKE REBLOG ♡

≡;- ꒰ °clotted cream cookie꒱

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

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

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

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

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

This work belongs to @/rainyycake do not steal or use.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Midnight Desserts.

Written for a very lovely anonymous commissioner.

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

Word Count: 3.0k.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Be quiet.”

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

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

He was quiet, for a beat.

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

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

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

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

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

But, it wouldn’t have helped.

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

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

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

He was so calm. So eerily, erratically calm.

You wished he was still crying into your neck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[mrs-immortal]

'i will make the finest sweets, just for you'

’*•.¸♡ ˚ ◌༘♡˚ ꕥ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ affogato cookie x jewelsmith reader !i♡¸.•*’

CW: mild obsession implied; 0 content warnings apply ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Affogato cookie..He seems to be proper and gentle, as he is on the outside but his search for power can ward off people in fear had they ever known.. How did you end up with him..? Well, I suppose we need to look at the first chapter of your story to figure something out, hm.

A cookie like you would be a master of few, strongest when it counted to your specialties. A master magician of enchantment arts and a forgesmith for various wonders; weapons, books, charms and accessories..however weapons were not something you made lightly, you didn’t blindly trust people with power. Thus you often made jewellery and accessories to sell instead, few were fond and some were amazed by your craftsmanship and went to you with offers of gold and gems even if it had not granted power to them. As this kingdom favoured good looks and proper outfits than harm..except a gentleman so enchanting yet intimidating to most. He told you he knew you were more powerful than meets the eye; Someone he could not read fully. You entertained the thought and waited for his visits as he became a regular customer of yours, and would kindly request enchanting for great pay; you only granted luck and sturdiness to your makings for most of the time but he knew you could do so much more than harmlessness. “Ah, hello there! How could i help you?” it started, turning forward to the customer who stepped in the cold outside, you offered your hands to guide them in. The mysterious cookie looked around your shop and looked a bit disappointed “is there any amethyst left in stock? I need it for a handful of things.” he asked, as he continued his search through the isles of goods. “I don’t often sell uncut gems, but I could look for that if you needed it urgently.” you assured and he seemed relaxed for a second, but soon came a request..”Would you be willing to enchant and make a piece for me? I will pay wonders, I assure you, it is..important for it to be made perfectly for what i need it to do.” he pleaded quietly, it seems this piece was long overdue..perhaps you could discuss that. “As long as i get paid the correct amount in the end i will have no problem with the offer, sir, do look around though: i will bring 3 chunks of gems and fillers, please think of your orders in detail or draw a mockup while you wait” you huffed, nodding as you went into your storage. The mysterious gentleman was understanding, looking around at your wonders, the project might cost too much for him to buy a lot, but perhaps he could ask for reservations of 2 sets. The gold and black fusing in fillers and how the geodes shone within your crafts and sculptures looked wonderful, he hoped you would entertain the thought.

Soon he heard the arranging of supplies on the hard wood counter, looking back at you as you put 3 uncut geodes and their counterparts in the order of amethyst, lolite, and sapphire. “These are the purple gems I have left in stock, there are plenty of black but purple seems to be running short, here are the fillings, in case you wanted them as well.” you hummed, placing cleancut blocks of golds, alongside a handful of black pearls. You had a small moment of realisation as you composed yourself and asked “i assume you wanted purple gems specifically, if you would like anything else you can let me know. Feel free to tell me about your orders in case I have gotten things wrong.” you sighed. The gentleman in black only assured you “No no, do not worry my liege; these are exactly the things i have been looking for!-” He said “-And perhaps, could i ask for your name?”. Your lips curved into a small smile “Name’s Y/N, would i also get to know yours?” you wondered, and he was quick to accept that thought “You can call me affogato cookie, my liege.” You nodded, making a mental note of the handsome man: now was time to talk of business however. Quickly composing yourself you asked “i would like to know more about your orders as well, have you made a mockup in my absence?” “Of course! You see..” he started, and thus you had met the affogato cookie.

♡ To be quite honest, he was relieved to have made a great first impression! He had wanted to win your favour after all. And he was so glad to also have the hands of someone reliable to help with his magic, whether it be charms or sculptures for his so, so sweet altar. However..do not tell him we know this, he has a picture of you on his altar, and always another within his reach. But he always preferred the real cookie..could he have fallen for someone, or is this feeling of self-indulgent curiosity just temporary? ♡ some days, he would stay in your shop for hours as he chatted through the day with you when you closed early, and often you would use the time to give him the orders early so that you could give those to him by hand. ♡ He flaunts his jewellery a LOT so prepare for your business to get a lot of traction fast. Is grateful for your success but with the increasing numbers..he might have hog your attention to him again somehow, perhaps he has fallen deeper than he initially thought. Part1 Over. / part2 / add ons

[imagines-for-earthbread]

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

The land of dreams is cold.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[viktorxsheep]

@lovelyaylo

Unfortunately the post did not show up on tags!!!I love people seeing my work,so I reposted it! Thankyou for requesting <3

[Pure vanilla x reader fluff scenarios]

- pure vanilla cookie was your sweet (no pun intended) and loving boyfriend/husband.

-he was always right there by your side, and it was as if you spoke his name and he tried to get to you as fast as possible

-if before the dark flour war he was clingy and had you always infront him where you were going for your safety? After, hes clinger and much much more touchstatved

-He enjoys making breakfast for you, and taking care of you in general

-sometimes, he wakes you up with your favourite breakfast and pure vanilla buries your head in his chest for warmth

-hes always there to be a shoulder to cry on, always ensuring your safety. He loves you the most in this entire universe and more.

- but he also worries, alot

- sometimes its visible, sometimes it isnt. Many times he has nightmares about losing you to dark enchantress cookie or even finding you leaving him

- he could never imagine such a dark and dreary world, the reason his world was blended with the beautiful feeling of soft cotton candy sheep andld the aromas of a flower? You. Its always been you

- other than that,hes up for almost anything! As long as it dosent hurt you, most goes.

- hes incredibly scared of horror films, even if he is an ancient and could defienelty lift them all on a finger? Fear. He always holds you close and tries to not be too scared

- on the strong part? Hes an ancient, he can carry you in one arm and a boulder in the other when a little child had needed to get something but he still wanted to carry you

Pure vanilla held [y/n] up as they quickly held onto his shoulders tightly. They turned to the side to see pure vanilla holding a large boulder above his head for a small cookie child to reach for a paper that somehow had fallen under. Pure vanilla simply carried his spouse/partner as he kissed [y/n] on the cheek.They felt blood rushing to their cheeks and warmth spreading throughout their body "Aww you look so cute" "How...did you carry that?""I'm an ancient, I have the ability to, besides! Using it to carry you is very beneficial,darling"