#bring back the enchantress

[flowery-draws]

"You can miss someone even if they no longer the Cookie you once knew."

Based from this:

I had to. I HAD TO-

#flowery draws #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run fanart #cookie run kingdom fanart #purelily #pure vanilla cookie #white lily cookie #pure vanilla x white lily #dark enchantress cookie #fucking hit my feeling man #crk #hhhhhhhhhh #DEVSIS BRING HER BACK I BEG YOU MF-

[valeskafics]

"Bewitched" - Aegon Targaryen II x Witch!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

a/n: a request from @dreamfyre03 combined with one from @the-shadow-queen02 🤭🩷

Summary: Bewitching the men of House Targaryen and bringing them under your thrall proves quite easy.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, manipulation, mommy kink, dom!reader, breeding kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex, face sitting, oral f receiving, tiddy succin, ass eating, anal sex, jealousy

Word Count: 1,625 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

When Aemond returned from Harrenhal, his mother could not hide her shock at who he had brought back with him.  He said he found you on the side of the road, thrown from your horse, bleeding from your temple with little memory of how you came to be there. He, of course, did the chivalrous thing and took you into his care. But Alicent can tell that it is far more than that when she sees how he looks at you. With care, affection, but something much darker as well. Possessiveness. Intense desire, hunger even. You were quite beautiful, disarmingly so, and it is no wonder her sweet boy was so taken in by you. Buxom with crimson red lips, eyes that seemed much wiser than the age you claimed to be, lined with kohl and framed by long lashes that you knew how to bat oh so prettily at the prince. Your gaze pulled people in. There was a mysteriousness to you, a danger she could not quite name. 

And she hated that Aegon seemed to be just as entranced by you the moment he saw you, descending from his throne to take your hand and press a kiss to the back of it, giving you his most charming smile. The dowager queen saw the way Aemond’s nostrils flared, the way his jaw clenched. You were going to be a problem. And you knew the way you had both the king and the prince wrapped around your little finger. Your smile was one that looked as if you were hiding some deep, dark secret. One that could ruin everything Viserys wanted her to do. A peaceful reign for Aegon, his legacy maintained.

But when she suggests that he send you away, back to the Riverlands where you belong, Aemond raises his voice at her, shocking her entirely. He glares at her, gnashing his teeth as he declares that you are to remain by his side. That you are his guest, his lover, and anyone that has a problem with that will be put to the sword. What sort of spell have you put on her son, she wonders? Are you some kind of enchantress? Some witch who has seduced him with false promises, with the affection he’s so desperately craved all his life? She does not know. But what Alicent does know is this - people are frightened of her third-born for good reason. She has never been on the receiving end of Aemond’s anger before. He’s always revered her, as one reveres the Mother herself. But it would appear that you have replaced her as the most important woman in his life. She watches as you rest a hand on his chest, looking up at him and calming him with a few honeyed words and a bat of your lashes, his eye fluttering shut as you caress him. A low moan escapes from his lips, one that she truly wishes she did not have to hear.

And it’s no wonder what the spell you’ve put him under is. The way he stares unabashedly at your breasts as they strain against the bodice of your dress, the way he licks his lips when you give him that coy little smile. You have seduced him into your grasp and she wonders if you will ever be willing to let him go.

Aemond watches as you move to get up from his bed, the moonlight shining through the window and reflecting upon your bare body as you walk. He stares without shame, admiring your full breasts, the curve to your hips, your soft thighs as you move to grab yourself a robe. He can already feel his cock twitching, imagining burying himself inside you once again, filling you with his seed, tasting your sweet, wet cunny-

His train of thought is cut off when you hand him a goblet of wine, having already poured one for yourself. You smile at him playfully, moving to sit in his lap, running your fingers through his hair. He lets out a soft sigh of contentment, leaning into your touch, feeling your nails scratching at his scalp. You do not judge him for it, the way he clings to you like a babe, his lips finding your breasts, suckling greedily, his tongue laving attention onto your pert nipple. You just continue running your hand through his hair, soothing him. Aemond’s other hand moves to squeeze at your neglected breast, only to have you wrap his knuckles, fixing him with a sharp glare.

“Do not be greedy, my prince,” you say in that silvery voice, scolding him affectionately, the sound making him grow all the harder, “Now, I must go see your brother.”

Aemond shakes his head, arms wrapping around your waist, “No. You have to stay here with me. You are mine. You belong to me. I will not let Aegon take you away from me. He has gotten everything he has wanted all his life. I will not let him have you.”

You run your fingers along the length of his scar, smirking slightly when his breath hitches at your soft touch, “My sweet, sweet Aemond. Surely you remember my vision. To make it a reality, I have told you what it is that I must do.”

“It does not mean I have to like it. Or even approve of it,” he mumbles, burying his face in your neck, nipping at your soft skin, “You are mine.”

“Of course I am yours,” you coo affectionately, “When you sit the Iron Throne, I will be at your side. You will wield Blackfyre, the Conqueror’s crown upon your handsome brow.”

“And you will be my queen,” Aemond insists eagerly, letting out a groan as you sink down onto his cock, the subtle bounce of your breasts as you move your hips mesmerized him, “Oh Gods, you take me so well…”

Your fingers trace his throat all, squeezing gently, a grin spreading across your lips when he lets out a lewd moan of your name, “Yes, my king. I will be your queen. And you will breed me every night. Perhaps this is the night your seed will take and your heir will begin to grow inside of me.”

The thought of you, your breasts heavy with milk, your belly swollen as his child grows inside of you… It is all almost too much for him to bear. He feels you tense around him, his seed spilling inside you at the feeling as you milk his cock for everything he has. You always take him so perfectly, as if you were made for him and only him.

He hates watching you brush your air, applying some scented oil to your neck before taking your pitcher of wine and leaving the chambers you currently share with him. Aemond knows this is all for the greater plan, the vision you saw in the fire on the way to King’s Landing. Him on the throne, his babe in your belly. Aemond tries to stay in his chambers. He tries to play the part of the responsible, dutiful man. To let you do what the two of you planned. You will whisper in Aegon’s ear, bewitch him with promises of a life far away in YiTi. You will get him to abdicate his claim to the throne, allowing Aemond to take his rightful place. And to do all of this, Aemond knows seducing him, bedding him is necessary. But he cannot bear it.

So he storms into Aegon’s bedchamber. He sees you there, sitting atop Aegon, much as you did atop him mere hours earlier. Aegon’s hands hold your hips, his eyes blown wide with lust as you ride him. Aemond is transfixed by the sight. You look so beautiful, so powerful as you give his brother pleasure, as you take your own from him. You grab Aegon’s hands, pinning them above his head as you roll your hips faster and faster. Aegon moves to take one of your breasts in his mouth, whining pathetically when you smirk and move back just out of reach.

Aemond glowers at the two of you for a moment before storming up to you, gripping your hips from behind. You glance at him over your shoulder, a wicked smile curling on your lips as you pull him into a hot, wet kiss. Aegon watches the two of you, his lips parted as he continues bucking his hips up against you before finally spilling himself in your cunt with a pathetic whine of your name. You smirk at the two men before speaking in a cool, measured tone.

“There’s enough of me to share, darlings.”

The two stare at you in awe as you move to straddle Aegon’s face, turning to Aemond and glancing downward. Immediately, he knows what you expect him to do. Before you, he never would have thought of himself as being interested in this sort of depravity. But while you ride his elder brother’s face, his own tongue teasing your puckered hole before preparing you to take his cock, he realizes that he has very much grown addicted to you.

The night continues this way, the three of you losing yourself in your shared pleasure, each brother sound asleep on either side of you. You slip from the bed in the dead of night, putting your robe on once more and preparing to meet a figure, hidden under the shroud of darkness. He waits for you in King’s Landing, near Mysaria’s brothel, a smirk on his face.

“How is the plan progressing, little witch?”

Your lover pulls you into his arms, groaning against your lips as you palm at his cock, “The plan goes well, Daemon. Very well.”

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x reader #aemond x you #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x you #aegon x reader #aegon x you #aegon targaryen ii x reader #aegon targaryen ii x you #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen #my writing #aegon targaryen ii #aegon #aemond #aegon oneshot #aemond oneshot

[djljpanda]

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

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

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

Their feelings for you started at different times and different reasons

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Spoilers for beast-yeast)

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

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

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

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

[art-of-the-sea]

Cookie Run: Facets of Knowledge AU

[pt: Cookie Run: Facets of Knowledge AU]

" The Virtue of Knowledge holds two sides to it; Truth and Deceit. Only together can they truly understand its depths. "

Not so much a complete AU as a likely canon divergence, this 'verse is set after Dark Enchantress's defeat. Her attempt to free the Beasts from their eternal prison by creating new bodies for them ended catastrophically. The only way to keep them all at bay was to seal them within the Soul Jams carried by each of the Ancients, as well as within their own bodies. This came with its benefits and drawbacks- after all, the threat has been tamed for as long as the Ancients remain uncorrupted. Not only that, but the reuniting of the Soul Jams' other halves magnified the Ancients' power beyond imagining- as its main holders, it's all in their control now, out of reach of the Beasts.

The complications, of course, come with the continued presence of the Beasts within the Ancients. They may not have any powers, no, but they can certainly be heard by the Ancients they've been sealed within - even seen as a projection of the Soul Jam's magic. Pure Vanilla Cookie knows he's in no danger from Shadow Milk Cookie as long as he doesn't mentally give in to his lies. However, that doesn't stop the comments, the perspectives, or the presence he brings. Sealed together, they have to learn to understand each other deeper than either expected, and slowly, each begin to open their eyes to the other's views and experiences.

More details & doodles below the cut! ⤵️

- Shadow Milk Cookie can project himself outwardly into the world using the Light of Truth, but in almost all cases, the only one that can see, hear, or feel him is Pure Vanilla Cookie. This leads to quite a few reactions to seemingly "nothing" from the outside, which took a long while for the other cookies around him to get used to.

- Shadow Milk gets bored very often due to not having a physical body or the ability to interact with most cookies, so he often resorts to pestering Pure Vanilla in one way or another. PV found that ignoring him only makes it worse, so he'll often engage in giving hypothetical answers to SM's ridiculous lines of questioning. This tends to result in either an absurdly niche philosophy discussion or a yes-and fantasy lasting on-and-off for days.

- Distrust is rampant between the two, of course, which is beneficial for neither of them. Pure Vanilla is convinced Shadow Milk wants nothing but to control Earthbread once more, and SM thinks PV wants nothing more than to lock him away somewhere dark and eternal. Both are partially right, but they are forced to learn the depths of the others' perspective and understand how their defining traits are reflections of each other, stemming from the same place.

- Because of this, they slowly begin to understand each other. To trust each other. To let down the walls, because really... Who else would ever be able to comprehend them like the other?

- Pure Vanilla still refuses to trust him enough to let Shadow Milk take control of the body, though. After all, control of the body would hypothetically mean control of the Soul Jam, and he can't let himself risk the fate of Earthbread once more. Sure doesn't stop SM from pestering, begging, bargaining, and more to try!

- Arguments are surprisingly rare, because if both of them get too deep into their heated debate, they get uncomfortably close to the reality of how similar they are to each other; this tends to make them back off.

- Both of them also feel this discomfort when the other is genuinely feeling mentally unwell, as viewing the other's complexity reflects on their own they wish to conceal. This can result in an awkward attempt to cheer the other up or help the situation, if nothing else to simply remove the shared disconcertion.

(If anybody's honestly interested in learning details for this AU, send in an ask! I might even draw doodles for the replies. this au is also where this sorta popular doodle comes from)

Bonus:

me too gingerbrave

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #pure vanilla cookie #shadow milk cookie #cookie run au #cookie run art #shadowvanilla #deceitvanilla #vanilla milkshake #purelily will be implied but not the focus for now #hes polyamorous because i say so #digital art #fanart #our art #prism art #facets of knowledge au

[cookierunauprompts]

AU Prompt #6 💓♪

Time slowed to a full stop around you as you focused, the chaos surrounding the silver tree all brought to a halt. Not even Pure Vanila Cookie or White Lily Cookie could move a singular fiber of their being. Such is the perks of having Dungeon Master Cookie as your patron. And, speaking of your patron, she stared down at you with her huge, white eyes. " So, the seal upon the silver tree has broken, thus releasing the five Fallen Heroes into the land of Earthbread once more. Now, Reader Cookie, I suspect you want to do something before I have you roll initiative, yes?" " That's correct, Dungeon Master Cookie." You reply, staring up at the holy, towering figure. However all the seriousness of this moment was thrown out of the window with a few, simple words. " I'd like to roll to seduce the Jester." Your patron seemed... unamused? Yet also as if she were expecting this. After all you did the exact same thing with Dark Enchantress Cookie, but that was just for the funny(plus, you got a nat1 that time). You were completely serious about attempting to woo Shadow Milk Cookie, maybe even another one of the Beasts if they showed themselves. " Are- Are you seriously doing this again?" She asked exasperatedly, to which you eagerly nodded. With a sigh and a wave of her hand, a D20 appeared in your arms. " Fine, fine, give me a Charisma check." And once again, fate blesses you. With a natural 20. " ... NAT 20 LET'S GOOOOO!!!!" You can feel the tired aura from Dungeon Master Cookie. " Alright, alright... I'll let you have this." She sighed as the world faded back into motion. You stood tall and proud next to Pure Vanilla Cookie + Gingerbrave and Friends before you stepped forwards. You're pretty sure that you gave PV war flashbacks with the expression on your face. " Reader Cookie for the love of the Witches-" He attempted to plead, but it was already far too late. " Shadow Milk Cookie, hm?" You began, your tone flirty as it always was when you did shit like this. " What a fine name for such a clearly ever so powerful cookie~" You hummed flirtatiously, batting your eyelashes at the gigantic jester before you. " Oh?" Shadow Milk Cookie hummed, leaning down to get a better look at you. " My my! I didn't think I had such an adoring fan of mine waiting for me here~!" He chirped, a subtle yet bright blue hue taking over his face. " Lord have mercy on us all..." Pure Vanilla Cookie mumbled to himself almost desperately. If both you and Shadow Milk Cookie are flirts... then you'll probably be here, locked in a battle of the heart for a while.

....

Or, You, Reader Cookie, have a Patron named Dungeon Master Cookie. Cue DnD shenanigans brought to the world of Cookie Run. And of course, the natural chaos a nat20 brings when you decide to flirt with the bbeg of the current adventure.

#shadow milk cookie x reader #shadow milk cookie #cookie run #cookie run x reader #crk #cr kingdom #cookie run au #cookie run au prompts #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run kingdom #pure vanilla cookie #white lily cookie #pv is just tired of your bullshit at this point/j #jeez these prompts are getting longer and longer #anyways Dungeon Master Cookie is a girl because women <3 #Mod Kenzie

[brittle-doughie]

CRK Twitter is shitposting again. Also might be using a different writing format for these shorts lol

The six of you were all aboard the Red Velvet Dragon, there was a new movie playing very soon and you all have to get there before a large line forms.

You: *sighs*

This irritated Pomegranate Cookie, how dare Affogato Cookie keep her Master and Lord/Lady waiting.

Pomegranate: Where is Affogato Cookie? He’s testing me and my Lord’s/Lady’s patience…

Licorice: He said he had to do his makeup or something before we left.

Dark Choco: It’s been 15 minutes.

Pomegranate: It’s a simple movie showing, I fail to see the need to try and woo my Lord/Lady at this occasion.

This statement ended up just making Pomegranate even more irritated, the scowl on her face worsening. You could sense it, so you try to change the subject to something that needed to be addressed.

You: So why was it the Barbie movie again?

Dark Enchantress: It was done by the draw of a slip of paper in a hat…

You: And who placed that suggestion in there?

Pomegranate: ….

Dark Choco: ….

Licorice: ….

Poison Mushroom: Licorice Cookie, I saw you place it in the hat-

Licorice: WHA-NO! I saw you write it and put in the hat! Why would I want to watch a movie around Barbie?! PAH!

Pomegranate: Are you lying to them?

Licorice: I’m not, I SWEAR! Y/N Cookie, you believe me, right?!

You: I am willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.

Pomegranate: Be grateful for their generosity, Licorice Cookie.

Licorice: Phew…

Dark Enchantress: It’s rather unfortunate that Red Velvet Cookie will not be joining us.

You: The theater doesn’t allow pets, he’s not going anywhere without Chiffon. So Dark Choco gets his ticket.

Poison Mushroom: Dark Choco is back yaaaayyyy

Licorice: I still don’t get why it had to be the traitor prince himself though-AAH!

Licorice is spooked when Dark Choco Cookie brandished his sword in front of him.

Dark Choco: Watch your words…

Dark Enchantress: Oh hush with your arguing, remember who paid for these tickets..

Licorice: Me!

Pomegranate: You could barely afford your own, again it was the generosity of my Lord/Lady to pay for all of us…

Licorice: That’s 1/6th, still counts as a portion of it.

You: It’s nothing, you can pick up on a lot of coins if you know where to look.

Pomegranate: May I get the seat next to you, my Lord/Lady? Between you and my Master?

Pomegranate fantasized being seated between you and Dark Enchantress Cookie, she imagines as you wrap an arm around her to bring her close. She sighs contentedly at the prospect.

Licorice: I’ve worked hard, lemme get the seat next to them!

Pomegranate: What?

Poison Mushroom: You’ll sit next to me, Y/N Cookie, rrrright?

Dark Choco: Their soul is already corrupted enough, I will get the seat.

Pomegranate: Let a traitor sit next to my Lord/Lady? I will not allow that! My efforts far exceed your own, Licorice Cookie!

Licorice: You always get cozy with our Lord/Lady, it’s bad enough that you always seem to follow them around. Let me relish this.

Dark Choco: You two get to be around Y/N Cookie more often, this movie may be the only time I get to be close to them.

Pomegranate: I get the seat next to them and that is the end of the story.

Licorice: You wish!

Dark Choco: Stubborn fools!

Dark Enchantress: Enough, all of you!

Affogato: Apologies for being late, I had to make sure I look dazzling for the occasion. Especially when I’m seated next to my Lord/Lady.

Everyone: What?

Dark Enchantress: The seats are designated by the purchase and Affogato got the one next to Y/N Cookie. I’m not even seated next to them. A load of rubbish is what I’m seeing

The whole ride to the movies was Affogato, smug as a cat, cuddled to your side as he completely ignores the burning glares of 4 cookies, Poison Mushroom was just bummed out :(

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[sugarcloudsky]

Can you do a headcannon of the Ancient Heroes meeting reader who Inspire them to be heroes and meeting again after all these years also the reader is taller than all of them for no reason.

「Ancient Cookies with a Reader Who Inspired Them」

characters: the five ancients (and a little bit of wildberry and crunchy chip)

wc: 1.1k

cws: some minor violence(non graphic), this is more platonic than romantic tbh

ok so like the ancients story thing is still very confusing to me. so i just kinda did my best. the whole dark enchantress and white lily coexisting part was based on the opening cutscene at the beginning of kingdom. i tried my best yall im sorry

•Maybe to the eyes of a regular cookie, you were just a simple little cookie. You weren’t widely disliked, far from it. You seemed to be unproblematic, that you never caused problems for anyone.

•But to the five ancients, you were their light.

•They first met you when they discovered your village being attacked by a startling amount of bandits. Without hesitation, they rushed in, ready to defend the innocent cookies.

•That's when they saw you. In the center of the village, you were there, standing strong, holding your sword with an unrelenting grip. Scars and blood littered your body from head to toe, but you still stood strong. The unconscious bodies of several criminals laid at your feet.

•The bandits slowly began to surround you, but you did not back down. No, you didn’t even falter in the slightest. You stood silently, waiting for them to attack. At this point, if you had to die protecting your home, so be it.

•Finally, they pounced.

•Hollyberry Cookie was the first to step up. She used her shield to protect you from their strike.

•White Lily Cookie and Golden Cheese Cookie had begun pulling out injured cookies and bringing them to Pure Vanilla Cookie. Dark Cacao Cookie brandished his sword, ready to defend alongside you.

•You were a bit startled at first, but you quickly realized they were there to help. As much as you wanted to say you didn’t need the help, you sigh.

•Finally, with the help of all the mysterious cookies, you were able to scare off all the attackers! Your village was saved!

•As you were being healed by Pure Vanilla Cookie, they wondered who exactly you were. They assumed you were someone of higher authority, but when you mentioned you were just a simple villager like anyone else, they wondered, why would you put down your own life so easily for all these cookies?

•You simply told them that protecting innocent cookies was the most important thing to you. If you had to die fighting, then that was that. You found solace in the fact that if you were to one day crumble fighting, you’d be glad it was for a good cause.

•After that day, five cookies would continue to visit you and your village. At first, it was to check up on both you and other seriously injured cookies in the town. But soon after, the soon to be all powerful ancients began coming back just for you.

•Pure Vanilla Cookie would always check up on you, making sure your health was the best it could be.

•Hollyberry Cookie enjoyed sharing drinks with you.

•Golden Cheese Cookie enjoyed listening to the stories about your home, and how you would listen to her talk about her home.

•White Lily Cookie enjoyed simply watching the sunset with you.

•Dark Cacao Cookie would occasionally spar with you (under Pure Vanilla’s supervision, of course).

•You never complained about this arrangement. You were grateful these cookies helped save your village. You even considered them your friends.

•The others on the other hand, looked up to you. You were strong, and were always willing to put other people before yourself. It inspired them to become just like you.

•It wasn’t until the Dark Flour War began when they never saw you again. Your village was long empty and destroyed, only the memories they made with you remained here.

•This, of course, was devastating to the ancients. Having to watch Earthbread crumble under Dark Enchantress Cookies rule was already horrible, but seeing the cookie that inspired them to be who they were now gone? It was heart wrenching.

•Despite you being gone, they continued to fight in your memory. Just like you defended your village that time, they will continue to fight until their last breath.

•And even after the Dark Flour War was finished, they still could not see you. They remained in hiding for many years to come. Hollyberry, Pure Vanilla, and Dark Cacao remained in their kingdoms, while Golden Cheese and White Lily had completely disappeared.

•It wasn’t until Gingerbrave had brought them all together again was where you would finally reunite.

•The Council of Heroes had gathered in the Vanilla Kingdom to discuss the revival of Dark Enchantress Cookie and what they were to do, when they saw you.

•You were there as the bodyguard of Madeleine Cookie (in reality, he did not need a bodyguard, but Financier insisted you accompany him, just to be sure he did not do something foolish). You carried a large sword on your back, and you carried the same expression you had all those years ago.

•Pure Vanilla Cookie was the first to truly recognize you, and he immediately froze. He didn’t know what to say. Should he approach you? Would you remember him? Black Raisin Cookie was concerned for him, but he assured her that it was nothing.

•When everyone was gathered in the council hall, that’s when Hollyberry and Dark Cacao finally noticed you as well. Dark Cacao’s eyes widened at the sight of you, and Hollyberry loudly exclaimed, promptly disrupting the council.

•You recognized them as well. You swallowed a lump in your throat, and as much as you wanted to talk to the three of them, you insisted that it wait until after the council, as there were more dire issues at hand.

•After the council, you were nearly trampled by Pure Vanilla and Hollyberry. They were so happy to see you, they had so much to say, but they were unable to put anything into words. You were alive?! How?!

•They also noticed you were a lot.. taller since they last saw you. Before the war, you were shorter than all of them. But now you seem to have put on a few inches. You basically towered over them.

•But no matter! Pure Vanilla took you by the hand and led you to the plaza of the Vanilla Kingdom, with Hollyberry and Dark Cacao (as well as their respective escorts) in tow.

•There, the three of you sat on the bench and talked for hours. The sun had already gone down, and you hadn’t moved from your position beside them. You were even introduced to Wildberry Cookie and Crunchy Chip Cookie. Although they were a bit intimidated by your height and looks, they were happy to meet you, as they had previously heard all the stories about you.

•There, the cookies learned the reason you left your village was because of the war. It was too dangerous for everyone to stay there, so you helped everyone evacuate to safety. You and the other cookies ended up in a place called the Crème Republic.

•In the end, being back with your old friends felt surreal. You had missed them just as much as they missed you. Even if you weren’t able to meet White Lily or Golden Cheese again, you were still happy. Maybe you’d see those two again some day too.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #crk #crk x reader #fanfiction #x reader #platonic x reader #pure vanilla x reader #white lily x reader #dark cacao x reader #golden cheese x reader #hollyberry x reader

[gojoshooter]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEAS- make a part 2 for sukuna x hindu bride/wife btw if it isnt obvious i'm in love with ur writing style please like make it as long as you want (but like longer than part 1) srry if this is too much to ask but damn i loved that one coz like no on ...NO ONE has ever written abt it (make it a lil smutty or suggestive pls<3 )

oops anonie, might've gone lil more than "suggestive" 🤭 here's part 1 for new readers!

Sukuna and his Hindu!Bride pt.2

tw. suggestive, oral (f!receiving), reader wears a saree the old way without blouse

It's been a few months into your marriage with the mighty king Ryomen Sukuna, and you've already started yearning for his undivided attention. Although he has never not been immersed and utterly obsessed with his little pretty Hindu!Bride since the first time, you crave being more than just in your busy man's arms at the fall of night.

Today, you peek out to make sure your husband is out of the chambers before you proceed with planning what to wear—and it's not the regular queen atire.

You're dressed in a long gorgeous saree, heavy golden ornaments dazzling head to toes. Sukuna loved watching you captivate him with your traditional elegance.

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Out of his thrown room after a long day, the king hears the ringing melody of your payal chiming around the royal garden. His brows rise up, Sukuna missed this playful sound around his shrine... it's about to be an interesting night.

Stepping into the loucious garden, he's walking around in the silver moonlight searching for your familiar silhouette with a subtle grin. “Where's my lady?” he drawls while seeking for your trace like a big cat.

Hidden behind a tree, you attempt your best to stop your giggles well known to the fact how sharp Sukuna's senses are. This little game kept your adrenaline high as you peeked your head to look where he is.

Stepping closer, Sukuna smirks standing right behind you, with your head the other direction. He whispers with a smug look on his handsome face “Brat, brat... so playful”. His sudden rough voice causes you a tiny flinch as you turn your head. Your playful almond eyes looking back up at him.

The king pulls you flush to his firm chest, drawing out a soft gasp from her bride. Two ruby-red eyes set on your softer ones as the smaller pair subtly checks you out up and down... demanding answers for what he didn't ask. A lazy huff leaves his chest as one of his big palm starts to caress your features. He can smell your arousal.

Blushing, you attempt to speak “King... my king,” a rough thumb is placed on your plush lips shutting you effectively. With a few more long minutes of him admiring or rather glaring down your adorable shy face, he finally let's go of your smaller body and you step back, flustered.

The king grips the end of your silky long atire, pulling it slowly with one of his large arms. As your saree unwraps your body, the pull makes you stumble back on his strong chest... now leaving you unveiled in front of Ryomen Sukuna like nothing but a flustered little mess.

The view made him grin. His queen, his Hindu!Bride clad in nothing but heavy jewels to cover her from the night's cold breeze. It almost looks like a part of your golden skin. Shivers run down your spine. No matter how many times, he would never fail to make your body feel worshipped like a real deity before pleasuring it.

“Mohini...” (enchantress) he whispers at the sight. Your heart accelerates at his remark, causing your blush to run down your neck.

The king's smirk widens as one palm goes for your heated centre, a mouth splitting open on it's surface as he hoists you up. A soft yelp comes out of you, while he brings you near a tree and holds you still on it's rough trunk. Your soft-as-petal limbs shake and twitch by the sides of his big wet mouth, chanting your king's name. You gasp for more air.

One snap from one of his hands, and small droplets of rain start falling down in the cold night. Watching your drunken eyes widen with wonder, he uses his two spare hands to grip tight on your ankles, pining them spread on the trunk as well. The first arm keeps you balanced up high in front of him while still drinking in all your essence. Sukuna seemed to be high on it's taste.

In the silent moment of intimacy, little sighs leave you as the rainfall soaks both of your bodies with water. Just how much is he capable of, will ever be a mystery to her wife as well.

“You are one seductive woman...” he grumbles next to your ear, sounding as if he hadn't spoken in ages. Skilled tongue on his palm firmly latched to your tender flesh. The dangling jewels on your hair, arms, waist, hips and ankles clinking together on your damp tan skin as your smaller body shook in his grip, creating music mixed with your whimpers of pleasure only for his ears's to listen.

Your arms flew to hug his neck, bringing him closer as you rode your intense high, eyes watering. Head spinned while Sukuna held you close, watching you breathe in and out to calm your heart.

“More...” came a weak voice from your dry throat, his sharp red eyes set on your pinned open body like a fragile butterfly, “Swami”.

His warm mouth latches on the side of your neck, sharp canines tracing their path to your favourite spot making your toes curl in air. The monster king smiles sadistically knowing he is anything but leaving you undisheveled right now in this royal garden...

masterlist !!

an. AAHHHSHSJ true form sukuna *bites fist* thank you anon for your precious words T-T hope this was long? likes & rbs are appreciated!! <3

tags: @anubisisthebomb @dianagracesworld @stellagrangerreads12 @momochina-sama @xxkay15xx @ruins-posts @shrekstealedurgurl @bibliophilemiyo @dottedhalfnotes @attackonnat @mangiswig

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[sadlvrgrrl]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 (𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐕𝐄𝐑.)

a daemon targaryen love story

Every night, when the moon is full and bright, he dreams of the one he calls his light.

disclaimer: daemon is extremely ooc

𝘸𝘤: 723

・❥・

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Daemon Targaryen, the rogue prince of Westeros was far from pure. He was ruthless, stubborn, arrogant, and most of all, powerful. His blood was equivalent to a dragon, forged from the fiery pits of the seven hells. He was the deliverer of chaos and destruction, and no one was able to tame his savage inferno.

All until one; her.

She was the epitome of ethereal, a beauty so delicate, so pure in a way that she was too perfect for this world— too perfect for him. She was an angel forged of the purest light with hair as bright as the moon, skin as white as snow, and her eyes—

her eyes held magic.

Full of light, full of innocence, full of stars.

Starry eyes that had him hypnotized.

Starry eyes that made him stumble, but it was her smile that made him fall.

Starry eyes that had him vow to do anything in his power to keep their light kindle endlessly. 

She was a blessing from the gods. A wish upon a shooting star. If he could, he would tear the whole world apart just to rebuild it brick by brick to a standard he deemed worthy of her existence. Worthy of her light— worthy of his light; Celethiel.

・❥・

Daemon follows the elen wisps through a sprawling forest, letting them guide his way with their light to their keeper. The tall trees towered over him, reaching into the heavens. Their branches weave together a dense canopy, shrouding the forest in shadow and only letting strings of moonlight spill through the gaps, filling the forest with a soft light.

As Daemon enters the clearing, his violet eyes instantly fall upon Celethiel sitting on a stone bench under a white willow tree. She was clad purely in white, and her hair was long and bright; like a moonlight river cascading down her back, casting a glow around her like a magical veil. The sight of her beauty was utterly spellbinding and mesmerizing, and Daemon was enchanted.

“Why do you linger in the shadows, my prince?” Said the enchantress. Her voice was silvery and melodious, like the sound of a fine harp.

“I only linger in the shadows not to hide from you, but to admire the beauty you emit, ñuha ōños.” said Daemon. “For you are a treasure of all treasures worth worshiping.”

A musical chuckle was the response; short and breathy. It filled Daemon with excitement, making him wanting more; more of her sweet melody of a harmonious mixture of grace and elegance.

While his eyes were fixed on her; hers was on the moon, gazing at it with a distant look of tranquility and longing. Daemon envied its fortune, for it had become the object of affections of the one he loved the most. Desiring nothing more than to be in the moon’s place so he can feel the touch of her eyes upon his own face. He walks up to Celethiel, and slowly kneels on the ground in front of her. Gently, he takes her hands in his. His warmth instantly melts the chillness of the night as their fingers interlace together.

“My love?” He said softly, his voice almost a whisper.

“The moon...it's light shines brighter than ever before,” She said. “Mother must be happy.”

“I believe it is you that shines brighter, my love.” He said, his voice filled with tenderness and love. But her eyes have yet to stray away from the moon.

Daemon sighed, feeling defeated by the hold the moon had over his light. He slowly brings her hands up to his cheeks, wanting to feel the softness of her touch. Then his lips met with her smooth and delicate skin, and it felt as if he was kissing the finest silks in all of Arda.

“Celethiel…please…please look at me,” he spoke timidly. “kostilus.” 

Daemon Targaryen, a man known for his arrogance, had willingly turned his pride into sand. A man known for his steel strength is now bent by his passion. Upon his knees, he begs his beloved for her love. His whole world is consumed by the one he desires most; his light.

Then suddenly, as time seemingly to stand still, her gaze has finally met his. And for the first time that night, he saw the stars that graced the night sky.

(𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒅.)

a/n: a little story info, celethiel is a valar; daughter of manwë and varda. instead of varda being associated with the stars, she represents the moon. i really hope you guys enjoyed this, and I'm so sorry it's short. i just haven't been getting enough inspiration and motivation to develop a fixed plot. maybe one day i'll come back to add on to this story.

#daemon targaryen #daemon #the rogue prince #daemon x oc #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon fanfic #daemon fic #daemon fluff #daemon targaryen fluff #daemon angst #daemon targaryen angst #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon x reader #daemon targeryen x reader #hotd daemon #house of the dragon #house targaryen #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfic #hotd fanfic #hotd #hotd x oc #team black #team green #hotd fluff #hotd angst #hotd x lotr #lord of the rings #lotr #lord of the rings fanfic

[murder-cookie-dust393]

i have a fic request, but no need to rush it lol

Pv and MC are in a normal relationship (like, pv isnt a yandere yet) but MC starts to feel that pv is always busy and cares about his fight with dark enchantress more than he cares for them. This goes on for a while and after some miscommunication because of MC not telling ov how they feel, MC decides that they want a divore.

Pv is heartbroken but accepts when the desicion is first made, MC thinks it is a mutual agreement. But as the divorce progresses, pv starts to overthink the situation and starts to hate the idea of divorcing MC. He thinks that it is his fault and convinces himself that if he only pays attention to mc, if he spoils them maybe they could live him again

Before the divorce could finalize, he ends up locking mc in his castle going full yandere mode (possibly trying to kill the poor lawyer)

-🍋

Pure Vanilla fic here we go- a total of 786 words in an hour

Tw: kidnapping? But more like MC moves locations within the same building?, trapping, fluffy affections at uncomfortable moments

"I want a divorce."

The words made Pure Vanilla taken a back, but he didn't show it. He blinked before questioning, "May I ask why?" His eyes were open, more alert than ever, despite his blindness. He wasn't offended by the decision, but still saddened.

"I just think you prioritize the upcoming war more than our marriage, and I think it's best that we part." MC mumbled, keeping themselves at a slight distance from him. Their expression showed no emotion, other than the slight awkwardness of the statement itself.

For a moment, he was silent; thinking of the possible split. He decides it may be the best after all, no matter how much of a shadow it brings upon his life. It is true that the war has taken up his mind. "Alright. I accept your proposal." His eyes close once more, and instead his staff's eye opens: directly staring at them with its single eye.

"Great. We can start arranging the documents and legal process soon." They then left his study, leaving him to wander within his own thoughts. He sat there on his chair, blankly. staring at the cup of tea on his desk. Until the tears started to flow. He couldn't help himself as he started to cry quietly.

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Over the next few weeks, the two had multiple meetings with a lawyer, to divide anything if they had to, and what the future in the becoming would be like. MC happily went through the process, wanting their divorce to go through smoothly. After all, Pure Vanilla had agreed to it without any complaints or breakdowns.

Or so they thought.

Meanwhile, Pure Vanilla was miserable. Every night he lay awake in his bed, staring up at the ceiling. In his deep thoughts, he's come to the conclusion that if he were to give them all of his attention and his affection, they would be happy again. Their marriage could be saved, and they wouldn't have to go through this idiotic process of a divorce.

Yes, he would stop the split. He won't let them leave. He needs them more than he needs the return of White Lily. Night or day, it doesn't matter; he'll keep his eyes trained on them for every second. But with the divorce already in process, what can he do? They're already planning to leave him...

Unless if he forcibly keeps them. Yes that'll do. They might have a fight or two, but it's alright, his love will fix them right up. Then they can have a lovely marriage again!

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The night before the lawyer came to let them sign their divorce papers, Pure Vanilla carefully carries MC to their ex-martial bed, a wicked smile plastered on his face the entire time. He gives them a little peck on their forehead, before going to the robot cellar not too far from the castle.

The following day, MC woke up, and found themselves in Pure Vanilla's their room, wondering how did they end up there. They go for the door, but when they try to open it, it was still tightly shut. What was going on?

They look out the nearby window, and notice a hoard of wafflebots guarding the castle, one even not far from the balcony just outside. Speaking of window, why was it barred? It's not enough to restrain the view of the landscape a far, but the gaps are too small to get a cookie through.

The more time they spend observing things, the more they feel like they're in a jail cell.

Just then, someone enters: Pure Vanilla himself. He was holding a tray of tea and biscuits/crackers. "Ah bluebell, you're awake! I hope your sleep was lovely, dear." He sets down the platter, approaching them.

They step back, a bit fearful of everything. "Pure Vanilla, how did I get here?" Their voice is a bit shaky, their eyes glancing around the room rapidly.

"Oh that doesn't matter, my dearest. Now come, let me hold you." He hugs them tight before they could step away, pressing an affectionate kiss to their cheek. "I miss being able to hold you like this."

MC, a little uncomfortable at the sudden barrage of the affection, tries to gently push him away. "Pure Vanilla, what's gotten into you all of the sudden?" He hadn't given them much attention for months now, why was he all lovey-dovey right at this moment?

He pulls them right back to his chest, holding them even firmer than before. He whispers, "You wanted more attention right? So I'm giving it to you." He nuzzles their cheek, unbelievably close. "We're not going to have a divorce. I'm going to be your husband forever and ever."

(The writing feels kinda half-assed I apologize. But yes, have this. Honestly I think this is my first "true" fic on this blog)

- Celina

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run x reader #yandere cookie run #yandere x reader #crk x reader #yandere #pure vanilla cookie #cookie run kingdom x reader #yandere cookie run kingdom

[a-girl-withouta-face]

Andrealphus Relationship Headcanons

“You really are an enchantress my love!Truly a beauty by design!”

Andrealphus is obviously rich as heck , expect him to buy you all sorts of fancy and expensive things just anything in the world to make you happy. He refuses to buy you clothing that is cheap , dirty , worn out just anything that is worn by common people or the poor cause he wants the best for you and he wants you to look your best.

When he brings you out on dates the places he brings you to are very fancy and expensive , a place where most people can’t afford , his ego is pretty huge because of his status and wealth so he believes he’s technically the best and since he’s with you he only wants you to have the finer things in life of course , expect to have lots of parties with him , fancy parties with tea cups , gatherings all sorts of things

He looks down on people who aren’t of equal status so he won’t allow you to be seen with anyone of lower class.

He’s very good with complimenting and charming you so out of no where even in decent conversation he calls you all these beautiful words he compares you and describe you with words like “Enchantress” , “Vixen” , “minx” , “lioness” , “belle” , “coquette” and so on just any word that means someone “Beautiful” and “Attractive” , he does a lot of flirty gestures with you and calls you “My love” or “Darling” like a ton , he gives you that flirty smirk all the time.

He isn’t a fan of conflict or tension so he rather deals with problems now and provide solutions to them while its still happening , he rather find a solution than arguing and yelling cause he gets seriously uncomfortable and frustrated.

Whenever he is in an argument with you he tries to distance himself for a bit till he calms down cause he knows he might try to insult you out of frustration.

He isn’t mostly into PDA , the entire idea of it doesn’t bother him or anything its just that he’s more good and charming with his words and he always know what to say.

He is raised a curtain way so expect him to open doors for you , pull out your chair and carry your things , he rarely does this since he has butlers but if theres no one around which is rare he’ll do these things for you.

Likes to get on one knee and kiss the back of your hand sometimes

Also Stella needs to respect you for him to date you , he’s really close to his sister and he doesn’t want to pick one over the other so he needs you both to get along , he rather date someone Stella likes but if she doesn’t like you he wants you both to atleast be in a dynamic where your both not at eachother’s throats like she is with Stolas cause he hates seeing people bickering and screaming at eachother.

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[wolfoftheblackflames]

Hey, my misfits, who's hungry for more cute fluff, friends to lovers, and a tale as old as time?! Enjoy my Beauty and the Beast AU: Chaggie style!

The Devil and the Innocent: Pt.1

It was a long time ago, in a far-off place. A king had disappeared, leaving behind his daughter. The child was kind to a fault, but one day when the worst day of her life happened. She, in her fit of rage, brought hell upon her ex, the man had been caught cheating, locking herself away in her castle afterward, the Princess never came out again. “Why can't I find someone who loves me for me!” She would wail sobbing into her pillows.

Her cries were answered when an enchantress disguised as an old crone appeared at the door. Still in pain and distraught with none to comfort her, the Princess turned said woman away to the cold, apologizing as she closed the door. “Your heart has been shattered. You choose to live in isolation away from those you care about. Surely, this will help you find the one you seek.”

In a matter of moments the Princess crumbled forward, her body growing bigger and stronger. Her own workers also felt this change shifting into many different things to reflect the cruel joke the Enchantress placed upon the crew.

Thus was how the Devil and her mysterious castle came to be.

A sigh escaped the reader's lips, the Latina with the most beautiful shade of jade to her eye closed her book. “Thanks for reading to us, Miss Vagatha!” A child cooed smiling.

“Of course, now run along, I only said one story before your chores.” Vaggie smiled as the children giggled and scattered. She leaned back and sighed, wondering what books she could find or what her adopted mother Carmilla Carmine was making this time.

She got up dusting her beautiful white sundress off and hosting the brown leather bag over her shoulder. Vagatha or as most would call her Vaggie was the talk of the town, her elegant yet calm demeanor, her skills as a folk dancer, and the fact that she was the daughter of the King's best arms dealer Carmilla Carmine.

The people of Little Pride watched the woman walk through the streets.“Bonjour!” several greeted her smiling. Others watched her with skeptical looks.

“She's an oddball that one, she's beauty and grace despite the eyepatch that's on her face.” A woman spoke to her friend as they gossiped.

“Her face was either lost in dancing or pressed in a book.” The other replied as Vaggie paid no mind to them.

“She hardly ever has to look!” One child cooed seeing Vaggie effortlessly dodging the many carts.

Her stroll through the town was a simple one, she smiled softly entering one of her favorite stores, Angel's Archive, a bookstore run by the cutest south indian bookworm Emily and her mother Sera. “Hello Vaggie, are you here for the latest copy of Arms and Armor?” The bubbly browned haired girl asked, smiling.

“You know it.” The other girl replied, being handed the book.

“Thanks again for the continued patronage!” Emily grinned as Vaggie paid for the book. “My pleasure, see you, Em.”

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Vaggie casually wandered through the town on her way home, she always loved the rustic architecture, and the knights that would rarely pass by in order to restock their gear. “Well well, hello there Vagasaurus.” A scratchy male voice smirked, his tall muscular chubby body towering over her as Vaggie had sat down on the local fountain to read her book.

Her eye narrowed. “Haven't I told you not to call me that Adam?” She growled. “Need me to kick your ass again?”

“Ooo I love a woman who can kick ass. You're just making me the dickmaster hard babe.” Adam grinned, making Vaggie get up.

“¿por qué tengo que lidiar con este idiota…” (Why do I have to deal with this dick head) “Seriously Adam, fuck off.” The Latina stated walking away.

“Ooo I love it when your accent comes out, so exotic.” He purred. “Bet you're also still salty you got canned from the Exorcist Platoon for losing your eye.” He smirked, poking an old wound.

“And you're bringing this up, why?” Vaggie growled, her head starting to ache.

“Cause even if you play civilian, that doesn't mean I'll not recognize one of my top girls when you're out of uniform Vagasaurus.” Adam laughed, twirling on his finger, her old badge. “Though ya might wanna trim that mop of yours.” He smirked, motioning to the knee-length hair.

Vaggie's eye twitched as she couldn't hold back her temper anymore. “Apenada Carmilla…” (Sorry) She muttered under her breath and decked Adam in his stupid face. The taller man stumbled back but he smirked.

“There's the killer I know and love.” He purred satisfied. Vaggie soon hurried home, her heart racing from adrenaline.

Home however was on the outskirts of the town, it was a large grey stone building with smoke coming out of its chimney. Vaggie quietly ducked inside not noticing the fact Adam and his band had followed. Carmilla was often crafting new weapons with the help of her daughters, Vaggie was grateful to the arms dealer who had taken her in when she was abandoned on the outskirts after a nasty skirmish.

That day made the ex soldier shudder, it was a raid Adam led on a small outpost, but said outpost was actually a town filled with aboriginal people living their humble lives. “You'll surrender everything to us or your lives are forfeit!” The blood thirsty ex coworker Lute had roared.

The people didn't surrender, it was a bloodbath, Vaggie went into one of the homes and found two children and their mother shaking. Seeing their scared eyes still haunted Vaggie. “Get out of here, go now!” She had spoken, sending the trio away.

This didn't sit well with Adam who had seen it. While the others were distracted, he had ordered Lute to punish the traitor.

Vaggie broke out of her trance upon hearing the doors. “Not you again!” She growled seeing Adam.

“What? I won't take no for an answer, you'll be mine and it'll be great. I am thee dickmaster.” Adam smirked casually sitting down and mansplaning like he owned the place.

Vaggie sighed. No matter how many times she said no, this douche kept pressing despite the fact she wasn't really into men at all or anyone right now for that matter. She smirked evilly when Adam started munching loudly on chips. “Oh Adam, could you scoot to your right please?” She batted her eyelashes.

The idiot grinned, finally getting his way moving to the right so she could sit with him. “That's more like it..” He licked his lips. Vaggie casually did her alluring dance heading over to a lever. “Wait what?!”

“You really are stupid, wow. Anyway get the fuck outta my house!” She pulled it and sent Adam tumbling out through a trapdoor.

“Fucking bitch!!!!!” He roared splashing into the lake nearby. He growled, poking his head out of the water as Lute shook her head. “Not a word Lute..” He snarled and left with her.

Carmilla clapped, surprising Vaggie who blinked. “Never liked that man. Well done.” She smiled with her own two toned brown hair up as demon horns. “Now come along, I need your help in inspecting some weaponry.” Her voice was warm and motherly.

Carmilla was in her casual black tunic and slacks, she even sported some white gloves, a white and red pouch on her side, and some beautiful white boots.

Vaggie smiled and followed her, relieved that some of her soldier days could be useful.

“I was asked to head over to Zestial's domain for some tea and a business proposal.” Carmilla spoke after sorting through several weapons. “I'll be gone for a few days as the trip there is long.” She added and looked at Vaggie.

“Alright, but isn't Zestial’s territory beyond the Hellfire woods?”

“It is, but I've traveled it many times, and I can take care of myself.” Carmilla replied casually tapping her feet. Vaggie always found it so cool that her mentor had blades in her shoes since it made the fools drop their guard. “Now make sure the latest shipment is ready for transport, I'm sure Odette and Clara will be back soon with their wagons.”

Vaggie saluted and nodded. It made Carmilla chuckle a bit, but she then smiled warmly. “Umm?” Vaggie blinked confused.

“Here, I heard you lost yours during the skirmish, ex soldier.” The taller woman handed Vaggie a beautiful looking spear.

It was no secret to the Carmine family that Vaggie used to be a soldier. Carmilla being the first to notice. The spear looked similar to Vaggie's old one but instead of one side with a curved blade, it was wider, sharper, and hooked on both sides. “R-really? Is it for me Ms. Carmine?” She asked as she was baffled.

“Of course, you've proven yourself time and time again with keeping my home safe, Vaggie.” Carmilla replied but blinked, receiving a brief hug. She laughed a bit and petted Vaggie on the head.

It was soon time for the taller woman to depart as she climbed into the driver seat. She easily took the reigns of a handsome black and white stallion named Diablo. “Good luck on your trip Ms. Carmine!” Vaggie waved as the other woman departed.

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Elsewhere in the local tavern Adam was sulking. He couldn't believe that bitch Vaggie managed to pull one over on him. “Sir, no need to be so hung up over that traitor. After all you're Adam, the first man to ever conquer a village of over fifty thousand people.” Lute stated annoyed by his sulking.

Adam grumbled looking briefly at his second in command. He had to admit despite the vicious nature which he loved, Lute did have the hotter look with the short black bob, pale peach skin, grey armor over her black bodysuit, plus those sexy white gloves and heels. “I just hate it when I don't get what I want.” He replied grumpily.

Lute smirked a bit and handed him his favorite instrument. “It's annoying sir to see you so down.” She started as Adam blinked. He smirked and started to jam with his favorite girl. “Who cares about that mop bucket piece of shit bitch. You're the Dick fucking master.” She hyped him up, making Adam laugh with glee.

The girls easily swooned over Adam since the man often exposed his sexy chest hair through his white and gold long robe jacket, his lavender tunic underneath alongside some casual black trousers and boots. If there was any word to describe this man it would be “bear”.

“I am the man with the best dick around, come on ladies let's get down!” He roared into song, jamming hard. Though after his fun tavern party Lute took him aside. “Huh what's up danger tits?”

“Want to get back at the cunt?” She asked evilly. Adam's reply was a huge evil smirk. “Alright then, here's what I have in mind sir.”

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On the open road, Carmilla's carriage made its way to the cursed forest, its soft red mist echoing that of entering hell. She found it amusing and liked the route since it kept bandits off her ass. Diablo, however, whinnied and started to fuss. “What's wrong boy, ¿Estás asustado por algo?” (Are you spooked by something?) She spoke softly, trying to soothe the stallion.

He stomped his hooves and tried to wrestle free of his carriage binds. “Ah!” Carmilla yelped, being tossed off as Diablo managed to smash the carriage into a tree. “Diablo?!” She blinked but growled stranded in the forest.

Through some exploration, the woman found something she'd never seen before, a white and gold castle with the skies reddening as she got closer. Cautiously she knocked on the large wooden doors which made the door creep open.

“Who the hell is that broad?” A voice spoke. “Someone whose lost their fuckin way dipshit.” Another answered. “Quiet you two dumbasses.” The third hushed them.

“Tch, I don't like this..” Carmilla looked around the grand red entryway, it had a red brick staircase leading upward with golden handles and railing. The floor was a more muted grey with it being decorated by a large carpet bearing the symbol of two snakes intertwining over an apple.

“Not another word outta you two got it? Seriously Angel and Cherri learn to shut the fuck up.” A voice spoke quietly.

“Look can someone please come fucking out already? I lost my horse and the town's too far away to walk back.” Carmilla growled softly. “I'm willing to pay you for letting me stay the night since I don't want to walk back with it being so dark out.”

“Oooh wow, a bitch with an attitude. I like her.” Cherri smirked watching the tall woman.

“C'mon Husk she's got no place ta go.” Angel replied as Husk groaned.

Carmilla blinked, turning her head around picking up Angel as Cherri who had been turned into a wind up monkey smirked. “Who the fuck said that?!”

“Oooh, check out the mommy dommy hands on this one Angie!” Cherri grinned as Carmilla blinked, staring at her. “Hi there.”

“What the fuck?!” The woman replied as she then looked over at the snickering Angel. He was a four armed candlestick with five flames.

“Hiya mommy.” He playfully snickered.

“Now you've done it.” Husk sighed, being a talking wind up tuxedo cat.

Carmilla just blinked at the two, clearly confused. “How the fuck are you moving?” She had dropped Angel only to pick up Husk, curious as to how a children's toy is moving on its own.

“Long story I tell ya.” Angel snickered seeing Husk being toyed with. “Hey, quit it!” The cat hissed but blinked, noticing a small bit of blood on Carmilla's head.

“Dios mio..” (Oh my god) Carmilla sighed feeling like she's lost it.

“Oy demon lady, you're bleedin’.” Angel replied, waving one of his candles. “Follow us and we'll get that looked at.”

Carmilla grumbled but followed the odd trio of objects into the next room, not noticing the looming shadow that watched her from above.

“Ugh you two are gonna piss off the princess.” Husk muttered but moved aside as a cart wheeled over to Carmila who had been led to sit down in a rather large red velvet chair. “And we don't need another one of those rage moments.”

“Care for a nice cup of tea dearie?” A warm voice came from the beautiful Victorian style red and grey tea pot.

“Oh.. Um..” Carmilla looked a little surprised when a coat rack was bandaging her head. “Alright?”

“How about some music as well my dear?” A voice came from a rather nice looking mahogany radio with black knobs and glowing green lights.

“Ugh you idiots are going to alert the Devil.” Husk groaned, but the radio chuckled.

“Oh no need to be in such a tizzy Husker, a little music doesn't hurt anybody. Right Rosie?” Two beating red eyes looked over at the tea kettle.

“Of course Alastor, music is quite a nice way to enjoy some tea dearie.”.

Carmilla picked up the cup and took a sip from it. “Nyeh, why am I against a lady's lips!” A shrill voice came from the red tea cup as two cute yellow eyes blinked at Carmilla.

“What the fuck?!” She blinked but looked over the cup.

Quacking was heard as a footstool waddled its way over lifting Carmilla's feet up. Though it was strange and felt like a drug trip, Carmilla didn't seem to mind the great hospitality.

The crew jolted hearing the door slam open off its hinges. “Here we go…” Husk gulped. Carmilla growled, getting up fast and ready to fight, however she was easily subdued by powerful black claws coming around her neck.

“Who are you, why are you here?” That voice came out low and growly. Carmilla stared at the figure before her, her eyes wide. “Doesn't matter you're not welcome here…” The beast snarled, dragging Carmilla off as the other tried to follow.

Carmilla couldn't believe her eyes, whatever had her by the neck with ease was a giant massive beast with blonde fur, a wolf like snout, cloven red hooves, deep white eyes with red sclera, two red horns sticking out of its head, and a long spiked black tail with a triangular tip. “El diablo mismo…” (The Devil itself.) escaped her lips as the beast growled at her.

“What the fuck are you saying? Are you staring at me?!” The beast snarled slamming Carmilla into a wall. “I bet you've come to stare at the Devil huh? Well you've found her.”

“Hey hey! Princess, you're going to kill her!” Angel stated, waving at her.

“I'd love to see the blood bath.” Niffty giggled watching.

“All I wanted was a place to rest for the night. Agh…” Carmilla felt that grip tighten.

The Devil narrowed her eyes and growled. “I'll give you a damn place to stay as you wish.” She dragged Carmilla to the dungeons and locked the woman inside. “Now stay there and enjoy your new home.”

“What?!” Carmilla snapped trying to get out to no avail. “Damn it…” She growled, lowering her head.

(Heyo, I hope you guys like the fic so far, I literally worked several hours on this part alone. I'm breaking this down into parts from Beginning Middle and End with the full version being on my Ao3 for all to read. Thanks for reading!)

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #cute as fuck #angel dust #husker hazbin hotel #sir pentious #alastor #niffty #carmilla carmine #clara and odette Carmine mentioned. #beauty and the beast au #cherri bomb #starmoth #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel adam #adam is a dick #lute is bloodthirsty #zestial mentioned

[saradika]

DIN DJARIN - 2023 FIC RECS

this year has been filled with so many beautiful fics, I wanted to make a rec list to share & support everything I read. please check these out and support these creators, they are all incredible! 💖✨

— A Kind of Demon by @fettuccin-e

Kinktober Day 3: Monster AU | Incubus!Din Djarin

— A Rule Of Threes by @5oh5

after not celebrating your birthday for many years, din djarin makes sure this is one you'll never forget

— Betrayal by @againstacecilia

Bounty hunting, not a happy ending, feels.

— Brown Eyes by @mandoisapunk

Din comes back to Nevarro only to find his favorite soldier acting as an interim Marshall, and the reunion is everything he could’ve hoped for.

— Coming Home by @whataenginerd

Din has just arrived back at the Sundari palace after a long and boring diplomatic trip. 

— Consummating The Riduurok by @beskarandblasters

You just got married to Din in a large celebration on Mandalore. At the end of the night it’s time for one thing only; to consummate the marriage.

— Coporal by @pentechnics

Your new job is more or less a cinch; you’re the secretary to the COO of a big manufacturing company. Day in and day out you balance calendars, prepare morning coffee, and send a variety of emails. / But you also fantasize about your boss. In every which way. And it doesn’t take long to find out that his mind is just as filthy as yours.

— Denser Than Beskar by @floral-force

Your beskar-clad taxi pilot is an awkward man, and you decide it’s due to his limited social interactions. Under the armor, a nervous Din Djarin thinks his flirting and hints are obvious. Will he be able to share his feelings before you’re lost to the sands of Tatooine?

— Don't Hold Your Breath by @bits-and-babs

forced proximity smut

— Fear Not The Abyss by @psychedelic-ink

din initiates you into the cult.

— Forbidden Cravings by @inklore

stay in your room; that’s all you had to do. a simple demand that you planned on following until something goes bump in the night and you’re trapped between two monsters. | din x reader x bo-katan

— Hex Code by @bits-and-babs

given the task to hunt down an enchantress renowned for her deviancy, din fails to understand just how hard this mission will be to complete.

— Home by @beskarandblasters

A little drabble about domestic life with Din at his new house on Nevarro

— Home Is Where You're Mine by @/inklore

in nevarro you and din can finally breathe and spend your days christening every surface of your home.

— Ichor. Blood. Water. by @cherubispunk

stranded. alone. a traitor to your people, your family. aeaea is the prison of paradise you call home, and he is the prophecy you like to call an enigma. the ‘man made from metal’, forged in fire, melted by your spell that is no witchcraft on your part. he is the hunter, you will always be the prey. it is the way as the fates designed it.

— Keen by @/bits-and-babs

the child has been getting in the way of you and mando spending time together. after weeks without your touch, he’s finally reaching his limit.

— Love, Intertwined by @lowlights

Once upon a time...no, that’s not how your fairy tale goes. Din might have saved you that fateful day, but he was no knight in shining beskar armor. But the universe has a funny way of pushing people apart and bringing them back together again. 

— Love Is a Fire That Burns Unseen by @moonlight-prose

on your list of things that could possibly happen while bounty hunting with din, dying from hypothermia wasn’t included. nor was finally admitting the truth to yourself about your feelings.

— Misjudgments by @floral-force

Din Djarin reluctantly agrees to work with a partner on a hunt, and they turn out to be incredibly skilled in bounty hunting. They make him a nervous wreck, something that never happens to him. But, maybe there’s more to Din’s mixed emotions than he realizes…

— Never Break The Chain by @/moonlight-prose

years after you lost contact and parted ways, he comes back into your life. in the most drastic way possible. | jurassic park!au

— No Words Needed by @againstacecilia

“Din, can I ask you something?” / His helmet turns to look in your direction. / “What does cyare mean?”

— Of Brown Eyes and Desert Skies by @floral-force

When a new man storms into the saloon you work at, you're instantly terrified--and captivated. But as he lingers in town and stirs up trouble with every step, you question who the brown-eyed man is underneath the poncho, and if he really is just a bounty killer at his core.

— Of Shadows and Roses by @the-scandalorian

You're engaged in an illicit affair with your bodyguard.

— One Night Only by @mondaychildsworld

You and Din get down and dirty in a fancy hotel room in Coruscant.

— Pearl Rosary by @sweetercalypso

Priest of Mandalore!Din Djarin listens to your sins during confession

— Permission by @javier-pena

You belong to Paz … but there’s something about Din Djarin. He’s on your mind constantly. | din x reader x paz

— Petals by @mandelirious

“When did you know?” / “Ithor.”

— Potter!Din by @silksaddle

A collection of drabbles and oneshots that surround your life with Din, who works away in his pottery shed.

— Raising Cain by @hier--soir

at a private gala in berlin, two agents slip inside, uninvited. unbeknownst to one another, and working for seperate agencies, they prepare to bring the same target to justice. the only problem is - one of them wants him dead, and the other wants him alive. who will succeed? will the strange connection they feel stop them from completing their mission?

— Return The Favor by @galactic-basic

din and reader share a moment in their newfound quiet.

— Rite by @bits-and-babs

 Traditions form after Din removes the mask.

— Salt Water by @5oh5

din carries you in his mind, in his body, the way waves carry the salt of the sea: unforgettable, inextricable, forever.

— Still Of Your Hand by @/moonlight-prose

"din was always scared he would hurt you. always tentative to give into your desires of being taken apart roughly, because he was a gentle person when it came to you. his life revolved around violence, yet when it came to this—you—he was anything but that."

— Tales of the Heart by @lavendertales

Joining Din on his missions carried no expectations from either side. You simply provided him with medical assistance when needed and tended to the ship while he was gone and nothing else. / But several situations arose where you truly believed something might happen between you and Din.

— That's Not My Name by @theidiotwhowritesthings

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.” - Shakespeare

— The Art of Failing by @theidiotwhowritesthings

The Division of Mythological Affairs was created to protect and serve the supernatural community while keeping the knowledge of their existence a secret. / You hoped to become an Agent of the DMA like your mother before you. Just as your dream begins to fall apart at the seams, you stumble across a missing persons report that could change everything. | Werewolf!Joel Miller & Vampire!Din Djarin

— Unearthed by @grippingbeskar

you are the new leader of your planet, but you lack an army. lucky for you, a new king has also recently ascended the throne.

— Unseen Smile by @beecastle

It’s your first anniversary and Din wonders if he should take his helmet off

— Velvet Mand'alor by @outercrasis

State functions are boring - certainly there are better ways to occupy your time

— Woven In Stars by @ilovepedro

Instead of navigating the galaxies, Din is navigating his new home life with Grogu on the ourskirts of Nevarro. In doing so, he meets you - a seamstress in town. The two of you form a beautiful bond through helping him adjust to domesticity in his secluded cabin. Throughout the time you share together, the bond you have flourishes into something more that can no longer be contained.

— Your Heart Got Teeth by @/moonlight-prose

horny thoughts about din’s necklace.

if you haven’t read these, you need to! and please support these amazing fics & writers by reading, reblogging & commenting! 💕

#fan fic recs #fic recs #please support these creators! #din djarin x reader

[phoenix-bleh]

Can I have part 3 of this story please? ^^ you write so well that it's addictive! ^^

CRK self aware x Child! reader

part 1, 2, 3, 4

!PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP!

It’s been a few hours since Pure Vanilla last saw you and he was freaking out. How did he lose you so quickly?? You’re only a little child, you could be in danger right now and he’s not even there to protect you! He went back to his castle to see if he could make a plan there and find you as soon as possible.

He went into your room again to look around and it wasn’t until now he realized that your window was wide open. Like as if someone had broken in! Has someone stolen you?! How did he not notice all this time you could’ve been stolen and he was wasting time! Pure Vanilla started to think hard of who could have possibly done it. Then it hit him….Shadow Milk Cookie….He also went to come see you when he went to your world. It couldn’t be he was still at Beast Yeast though he couldn’t have possibly taken you. Unless he somehow did since it wasn’t entirely impossible.

Pure Vanilla decided that if Shadow Milk somehow did steal he was gonna find you before any harm could be done to you. He asked Gingerbrave and his friends if they could join him on his way to Beast Yeast. They agreed and started their way over there, Pure Vanilla could only hope you weren’t in any danger and when you're back he’ll make sure to keep a better eye on you.

Meanwhile Dark Enchantress Cookie was yelling at Black Licorice for losing you and not knowing where you could be. “I can’t believe you lost the kid so easily!” “I'm sorry. It seemed like an emergency so I told the kid where the restroom was!” “You didn’t at least think not to leave the kid to go find it themselves since they could have escaped!” She was pretty pissed and now she was making a new plan to see if she could find you and bring you back.

You were in fact with Shadow Milk Cookie and he was telling you how you could help him on escaping this place. He told you all you needed to do was cut the tree down and once you did he could weaken the seal and he could escape. The only problem was that you were a little kid and you most likely didn’t have the strength you needed to cut a tree, especially one so large. You told him you would try any way to help him since it was unfair he was stuck there, obviously you didn’t know the real reason he was here, but he found it cute you were willing to help him.

Once Pure Vanilla, Gingerbrave and his friends arrived at Beast Yeast they ran towards the Silver Tree where Shadow Milk Cookie resides to see if you were actually there. He was hoping you were, but at the same time he was hoping Shadow Milk hadn’t harmed you in any way. Once they got to the tree they looked around for a bit, and there you were! Pure Vanilla Cookie was relieved, so relieved in fact that he ran towards you and engulfed you in a big hug.

“y/n dear! I was so worried about you! Are you ok you aren't hurt, are you? What happened, how did you get here? Oh I’m so sorry I couldn’t watch you better.” He held too tightly you had to pat his back to get his attention. He released you from his hug but he still held onto you. “Im ok Pure Vanilla! I'm trying to help someone!” He softly smiled at you and tilted his head “Oh? Who are you helping, little one?” He asked you. “Shadow Milk Cookie!” You told him.

“Huh..?” He seemed disoriented and couldn’t process what you had just said. Then there was a voice behind you both. “Aww can’t believe you forgot about me, I'm truly hurt!” It was Shadow Milk. He put a hand on top of his chest and head to act dramatic. You then feel Pure Vanilla grab your arm and shoved you behind him. “How dare you bring the child here, what did you plan on doing to them!” Pure Vanilla shouted at Shadow Milk. You were confused. He didn't do anything wrong, why was he yelling at him? Shadow Milk only grinded.

“Oh silly vanilly! I didn’t bring the kid here, they came here themselves!” “I won’t believe in your lies!” You tugged on his sleeve to try and get his attention and when he turned to look at him you told him that he was telling the truth and you came here yourself. Pure Vanilla then bent down to your height and placed his hands on your shoulders asking “Why on earthbread are you here?” You explained to him how you were captured by Black Licorice Cookie and escaped him and ended up here.

So Dark Enchantress Cookie was after you?

Oh dear…

#crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #shadow milk cookie x reader #pure vanilla cookie x reader #dark enchantress cookie x reader

[eetherealgoddess]

Sorry if I’m interrupting you but can you make a enchantress fem reader who seduces yandere bonten and her plan is to poison them and report back to her boss her job is done but they caught on can you end with smut

The smut is gonna be dark af. Might be triggering for you. Just an extra warning. Hope you enjoy!! ♡︎♡︎♡︎

ꨄTo Fool Is To Be A Foolꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten, Fake Stripper Au

❦You are an assassin disguised as a stripper to poison Bonten❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

To Fool Is To Be A Fool

You release a giggle as you lean into the chest of the tall executive, his heavy lidded gaze staring down at you while you sit on his lap. One hand holding a cigar while the other is placed on your bottom.

You hold back from gagging as you attempt to be as flirtatious as you can without also seeming suspicious, occasionally feeling the mic under your lingerie pressing against the skin of your chest area. Fortunately, having been chosen to be a seductress before, you already knew the protocol for this mission. ‘Work’ at one of the Haitani’s clubs as a stripper for a few days, seducing them to gain access to the club, tricking the Bonten men into drinking the poison hidden in the alcohol.

While these specific Bonten members attend the club, the rest of your team will ambush the executives at Bonten’s headquarters. There is also a team, including your best friend and husband, and a few others who will be on standby, listening to your conversation in the vip room from the outside. Once the employee brings the spiked beverage in, they will drink and your job will be done once you make it out safely, reporting back to your boss.

The only problem was that the leader of Bonten decided to join the men deemed as easy to seduce, which wasn’t a part of the plan. He’s not known for drinking or smoking so he may not drop dead as the others will. Luckily, one against a team will never work out for the Yakuza boss, so he will end up dead one way or another.

You all sat in a circle of sofas and chairs, a long glass table in the middle. The three stripper poles sat on the stage, three ladies twirling and dancing as the men gambled and conversed. The hand on your bottom rubbed up your back as the music played in the background. Although you were focused on the executive whose hair you were caressing, you could feel the intense gazes of the other men who sat in the room, having become familiar with them all except the boss for the past few days.

The server finally came in with the glasses filled with poisoned booze, along with the bottle in the middle. She passed a cup to everyone besides you, unknown to the toxin that’s mixed in with the liquid. They’re all leaned back in their seats, man spreading while some sit with their ankle resting on their lap. The boss is leaned over with his arms against his lap, tired dark eyes staring at the bottle that sat in the middle. As you all thought, he didn’t even touch the glass that the server handed to him, having to place it on the table in front of the platinum haired male. An eyebrow raises as you notice the men who held their glasses, setting them on the table.

“Pretty girl.”

A hold on your chin turning you to face the rest of the men, causing you to shift on his lap to turn your whole body with your back against his chest. You're forced to face the boss who sat across, the other executives holding amusement on their faces while his expression stayed stoic. The glass is held in front of you from behind, the executive taking a hit of his cigar before blowing the smoke out.

“Why don’t you take the first sip?” You felt the vibration of his sultry voice against your back, keeping your expression straight so as to not ring any alarms. The team tenses as they listen to his suggestion.

“I’m not allowed to drink our guests’ beverages.” You smile politely, using your hand to gently move the drink to the side, your hand dropping when you see his grip tightening around the glass, holding it in place.

A deep chuckle released from a few of the men who sat in front of them, a particular executive who had his arms stretched across the top of the sofa as his leg was crossed. Using his index and middle finger to grab the blunt out of his mouth, a smile growing on his face. He sits up to pass the blunt across the table to the golden eyed man.

“We own this club. Take a sip.” The younger Haitani states. Your smile slightly drops as you bite your lip, nerves beginning to take over as you try to gain control of the situation.

“I’ve already drank enough tonight. I don’t want to fall off the pole.” You chuckle, hoping a joke will deter the direction in which this is going.

“I don’t think you understand, Y/n.” The one with blonde strands states, licking his lips before taking another long drag from the wood. He ashes it before passing it to the one with a pink mullet.

“If we tell you to do something, you do it.” His smile drops as he stares into your eyes, your own smile dropping as your heart begins to pound. You shift in the older Haitani’s lap, beginning to pick yourself up before he puts the cigar out and wraps his free arm around your waist, glass still in front of you.

“Ah, ah, ah. Where do you think you’re goin, princess? The fun’s just begun.” You could hear his smirk in his statement.

“Why do you look so nervous?” The pink haired man questions before putting the blunt out. “It’s just a little booze. What’s the problem?”

“Say the signal, Y/n! Goddamnit!” Your husband whispers as his nerves are struck, hand trembling while holding the gun as he fears for your life. Your friend bites her nails as she awaits the word, eyebrows furrowed as the rest of the team listens in.

“Shit!” The commander hissed, throwing his pager on the ground in anger. Your friend turns to him as well as some of the other members.

“What’s going on?” One of the teammates questions in confusion, eyeing the man who paces back and forth of the hall, rubbing the sweat off his forehead.

“Their line was cut off abruptly. They had only just entered and all he screamed was ambush.”

“What does that mean?” Another teammate asks. The commander looks up with pure discomfort written on his face.

“It means they knew we were coming.”

“Y/n.” You look into the boss’s direction.

“Drink it.”

You stared at the liquid, face morphing into displeasure as you pause. Your eyebrows furrow with frustration as you realize you have failed your mission. You know that they know and now you have to evacuate the situation. Swinging your arm, you knock the glass to the floor, toxic liquid splashing as the glass shatters.

“S-O-S!”

The men immediately stood up with their guns facing the team who barged in, the room erupting in chaos and gun shots as the strippers left the stage, covering their heads in fear. The hand around your waist tightened as you tried to rid yourself of his grip. Your pressure point is pressed resulting in your body limping as darkness engulfs your vision.

You wake up to what you would imagine hell sounds like, screams of pain in the distance as the stench of residue death and blood reaches your nostrils. Opening your eyes, you come to your senses as you look down and see yourself completely bare. Eyes widening as you notice the tightrope that’s tied around your wrists and ankles. You’re lying on a worn out bed, bare mattress as your arms are stuck above your head, as well as legs spread as you struggle against the rope. You stare at the grimy floor, dried blood and bones lying around the room.

You eye the ceiling of the warehouse, bright lights hanging above as you shift your gaze to the machine that holds two thick vibrators below you near your ankles. Your eyebrows furrow as you notice the huge screen displaying a lot of movement in front of you, releasing a muffled scream as the cloth against your mouth blocks your speech.

“You’re awake.” You turn your head, only just now noticing the old couch facing the screen on the right side of you. Sitting on your right were three men, one of them walking towards you as the rest drank their alcoholic beverages. Two chesterfield chairs sat on your left, facing the screen.

Manjiro sits on the bed next to you as he looks ahead, all the while the screen displaying the members of your team running around and shooting as well as being shot at. Your heart pounds as you search for your husband and best friend, tears threatening to fall as you deny the thoughts that fill your mind.

“You put on an exciting show, I’ll give ya that.” Kazutora chuckles as he watches the screen, leaning back on the couch as he glances at you.

“Very entertaining indeed.” Ran takes a sip of his drink, sitting back with his legs crossed in the chair.

“You almost got us, Y/n.” Rin states, sitting on the chair next to his brother. “Pretty impressive for a conniving slut.”

“To think you could deceive us for as long as you did. Disgraceful.” Sanzu hissed as he narrowed his eyes, watching himself shoot another enemy on the screen. You could only watch in silence as Mikey’s gaze turned to you.

“Unfortunately, you’ve caught my attention.” He says as a hand slowly runs up your stomach, his fingers gripping your naked breast. Your eyes squint as your face warms with embarrassment and disgust, discomfort from being naked in a room full of your enemies. You feel so raw and vulnerable as you're humiliatingly nude for everyone to see. You wince in pain as the boss squeezes your nipple, pulling it harshly as he holds it in place.

“Keep your eyes on the screen.” He demands, releasing your nipple as he walks back to his seat on the couch.

You watch in fear as the screen displays two of your favorite people who are forced to kneel as they’re tied, facing the camera with tired looks.

“Where’s… hah….my wife you piece of shit?” He pants, his face and uniform bloody as his hands are tied behind his back. He grunts when a kick is met with his stomach before the person steps on his back, shoving him on his face.

“Shut up.” Kazutora hissed, grabbing the man by the collar and forcing him to sit up, only to kick his stomach again.

Your hands turn into fists as you struggle against the restraints, whimpering as the rope rubs into the tender skin. Sweat drips down despite the cold room, your body completely tense with anxiety. Your friend is quiet, barely awake as she leans over, grunting when she’s hit with a baton on her back.

“Sit up.” Ran states with a sly smile, a relit cigar in his mouth as he grabs her hair and yanks her up.

Sanzu crouches next to her. “Smile for the camera.” He grabs her chin as he forces her to face the camera.

Mikey pulls out the remote, clicking a button as the bottom vibrator extends, heading towards your bottom. You yell against the cloth as it comes closer to you, wiggling your body as you shut your eyes, bracing yourself as it makes contact with your anus. You groan in pain as it eases into your dry asshole, your stomach tightening as your head falls back and legs tense. The residue lube on the vibrator makes it easier to slide in, though the pain remains. The movement halts as soon as the object is deep inside of your ass.

“Watch the screen, Y/n.”

You return your teary gaze back to the screen, complying to not receive worse treatment. A lower setting is clicked as a sensation begins inside of you, buzzing along your walls. You squirm against the weird feeling as you watch your husband get kicked in the face by Rin, blood shooting from his nose before he drops his head, spitting a few teeth out. You grunt as the dildo is dragged out, rubbing along your walls as it continues buzzing before it’s pushed back in deeply.

The motion repeats as you throw your head back, the pain becoming a weird sensation that stimulates the walls of your ass, a fullness taking over as your hole becomes used to the size, the speed accelerating only slightly as your vagina becomes naturally wet, juice oozing to your asshole. Your nipples are rock hard as the cold air kisses them, the screen displaying your friend being snatched by the neck before she’s thrown against the ground, the end of the baton pressing into her back as she groans in pain.

The lower vibrator continues to buzz as it stops pulling in and out of you, pressing inside of you as the top vibrator moves closer to your pussy. You whimper as you cry against the cloth, watching as your husband gets shot in the shoulder by Kazutora, screaming in pain. Tears stream down your face as you watch Sanzu use his katana to stab it through your friend’s calf. Your friend screams, tears fall as she yells out an ugly cry.

Blood splatters as he yanks it out causing another cry to leave her mouth just as the vibrator eases into your vagina which causes you to cry out along with your friend. A pain forming considering the lack of vaginal juice, there only being enough for the rubber cock to enter deeply. It’s pressed against your cervix as it’s held there, the lower cock moving against your anal walls. You squirm once more, shutting your eyes again as you breathe through the pain.

Just as the cock pulls out of your vagina slowly, it’s shoved back in deeply as your head drops back. It repeats the process as your vagina becomes easier to access, rubbing along your g-spot with each thrust. Conflicting feelings form, a pleasure coming from your lower half as you watch the screen in terror. You glance at the men who were all facing the screen, watching themselves torture your family.

Ran stands from the chair as he walks to your bed, the rubber cocks accelerating their speed as one goes in and the other goes out. He leans over as he eyes your burning face.

“You’re a very lucky girl, Y/n.” He says before his lips meet with your cheek, a thumb grazing your sweaty forehead as you look back at him with wide eyes. You follow the other hand that came from your other side, the fingers caressing your neck.

“Otherwise you’d have the same fate as them.” Sanzu says before leaning over and kissing your lips above the cloth, his fingers circling around your neck as Rin and Kazutora walk to either sides, eyeing the dildos as Mikey pressed the button for them to go the same pace as well as thrusting into you at the same time, the rubber in your vagina hitting your g-spot repeatedly as it speeds.

Your hips buck uncontrollably as the sensation becomes intense, Kazutora reaching over to rub your clit as your arms pull against the restraints. You couldn’t hold back from the groans and whimpers that left your lips. Sanzu moves his hand to your chin as he turns your head slightly, biting your ear before licking along the lining. Ran lowers his head to your neck, sucking and kissing the tender skin as Rin lowers his head to your nipple, flicking the nub with his tongue before he closes his lips around it.

The katana slices through her opposite leg, hands gripping the handle making sure to add pressure to the wound.

“Please! Please just kill me!” She cries out, snot and saliva leaving her mouth as she tasted her own salty tears, the blood puddled under her causing a wetness to form against her pants.

Your husband is kicked from under, a shoe connecting with his testicles as he gives out a silent scream, losing his breath as his face turns completely red. Another punch, another kick, and another hit lands before another shot rings out, a bullet penetrating his lower back as another bullet penetrates his other arm. You turn your head to look away from the gruesome scene.

You finally begin to cry as the cocks penetrate your holes, engulfed by your own juice as they speed up. Pleasure shoots through you with each hit of your cervix, hips grinding against the rubber as you feel shame and embarrassment from the sensation as your husband and friend are being tortured right in front of you.

“How could you be so turned on by the sight of your loved ones dying?” Rin teases against her nipple, eyeing up at her with lazy eyes.

Mikey presses the button to accelerate the speed once more, your body tensing at the newfound electrifying feeling that pounds your pussy. You wail against the cloth as you watch the katana slice through your friend’s torso before it's pulled all the way through, half of her body detached from the rest as it falls over. You grunt and cry out more as your husband was shot repeatedly by two different guns, bullets going up his body repeatedly before landing in his torso as well as his neck, and head. His lifeless body falls limp as your head falls back.

Your hips buck up as you orgasm, screaming against the cloth as the cocks continue to overwhelm you as well as the fingers speeding against your clit while the camera is turned off, resulting in a white screen. Your eyes shut tightly as tears fall, the dildos going at a rapid speed as you near another forced orgasm quickly, your body convulsing as your nails pierce your palms.

“How does it feel to cum so hard while watching your loved ones die? Do you feel dirty?” Kazutora smiles as he continues to rub your clit, the dildos continuing to rub against your walls.

“You should. It’s disgusting.” Sanzu hissed against your ear before biting your neck.

Mikey walks to the end of the bed, staring at you with sunken eyes as you watch him turn up the vibration.

At this point your eyes were far up your head as you trembled against the feeling numbing your core, forced to release another orgasm as you grind it out.

Finally, the dildos vibration halts before they’re slowly pulled out of your pussy and anus, as well as Kazutora removing his fingers. All of them move back from you as you breathe heavily, tears still falling from the traumatic event you watched in front of you.

“Welcome to your new home.” Ran smiles as he pats your head.

“If you behave, you’ll get to move to our shared estate.” Kazutora beams.

“Till then, we’ll give you time to think about what you’ve done.” Rin states.

When the executives walk to the exit, Mikey stands above you. He only stared down at you before he turned to the screen and pressed the remote to replay the footage. The buzzing dildos come toward your holes once more as he leaves the room. You scream for help and beg for him to turn the video off. You cry hysterically as you're forced to take the rubber cocks once more as you watch your husband and friend get tortured again.

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Hello! Just wanted to share this imagine because I've noticed how some your drabbles have Reader being ancient, as in they were alive during the time the Beasts were still heroes ancient. Then I noticed the ones regarding the part of Shadow Milk Cookie that wasn't corrupted still being alive, and even meeting Pure Vanilla Cookie. So I raise you this. Reader who knew and fell for Shadow Milk Cookie before he became a Beast, and even afterwards, despite hating the crimes against Cookie kind he committed, they still find themselves loving them. Something that, many, MANY years later they form a friendship with Pure Vanilla over, because he understands why that's the case. So, when realizing that the what's left of Shadow Milk Cookie's heroic side would be to stubborn to accept his help otherwise, he uses that fact to at least and and convince him to let him help the fallen hero. After all, Reader helped Pure Vanilla get White Lily back. So why shouldn't he help them get Shadow Milk back?

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Anon I am shaking ou so hard right now/pos

I love this so much! It's rather interesting how you combined aspects from both sets of prompts to make this! But yeah, I do believe that PV would probably use Hero Shadow Milk's relationship with the Reader in order to finally convince him to fight against the corruption to not just survive, but to also get out. Leading from Request Prompt #7 to Request prompt #4 where he escapes.

I'd imagine that PV makes a second, and last, visit to the Dark Side of his soul jam after learning about the Reader's former relationship with Shadow Milk. The minute Hero Shadow Milk notices he's there again he instantly jumps to scolding him about how he shouldn't be here unless he had a death wish until Pure Vanilla brings up Reader Cookie.

They talk for a little bit before PV has to leave again because the ground is collapsing, but this time he tries to get Shadow Milk to come with him. And at first it seems like he didn't make it out, but then Prompt #4 happens.

Both sides of Shadow Milk are unstable, like how White Lily and Dark Enchantress cookie are

But anyways yeah! Thanks for submitting this! It's really great!!

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