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yandere-daydreams · 2 years

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Title: Midnight Desserts.

Written for a very lovely anonymous commissioner.

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

Word Count: 3.0k.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Be quiet.”

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

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

He was quiet, for a beat.

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

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

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

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

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

But, it wouldn’t have helped.

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

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

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

He was so calm. So eerily, erratically calm.

You wished he was still crying into your neck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#yandere #yandere love #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompts #yandere x you #yandere oneshots #yandere cookie run #yandere licorice cookie #cookie run imagines #licorice x reader #yandere licorice x reader #yanderecore #yancore

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jazzcat247 · 1 year

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An exiled prince, a monster summoner, and a ballerina walk into a bar.... They all come out holding hands💗

#cookie run: kingdom #dark choco cookie #licorice cookie #whipped cream cookie #dark choco x licorice #whipped cream x dark choco #whipped cream x licorice #Am I the only one whose a little surprised that whipped cream cookie is in ambush class?#like out of these three its the cutesy pink ballerina boi more likely to shank you in the shadows

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ryctone · 1 year

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Guess what movie I watched recently?

#my art #oc x canon #licorice cookie #oc #my ocs #cookie run oc #Pumpkin Cream Cookie #doodle #Wonder what my youtube only follwers think Pumpkin Cream is like #the only serious videos with P.C on it he's all mysterious and angry with the vague relationship with Licorice #but then you go here and the art of him is stuff like this /lh

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caterpillz · 2 years

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This has been sitting in the drafts for far too long lol

#wow a shipping related post that isn't charmac #it's more likely than you think #but also not lol help #also btw i don't hc licorice as a ghost anymore #i know that's kinda unrelated but i felt that i should share that #cookie run #licovamp #licorice x vampire #licorice cookie #vampire cookie #shipping #shitpost

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brittle-doughie · 2 months

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I’ve noticed that there’s a severe lack of Wind Archer Cookie content on this blog, so here’s my pitch.

Y/N Cookie in the ‘Hidden Truth of the City’ story, trying to deal with Night Raven trying to kill Churro and The Cookiemals and trying to take them to Sugar Swan knows where-

“Y/N Cookie blocked the arrow!”

That was TOO close of a call. You had drew your blade at the nick of time to deflect a shadowed arrow aimed the Cookiemals, looking over at the culprit…

Wind Archer Cookie, or what you had now decidedly to call him in your head, the Night Raven..

“Darkness shall rule all…even to the most pure…”

Was it…so your suspicions were true then. You told the Cookiemals and Churro Cookie to go, you’ll hold off Wind Archer Cookie.

“No! Y/N Cookie, get behind me. My gauntlet will ward off all evil!”

“We’re not going leave you, Y/N Cookie!”

You had to tell them that you weren’t in any immediate danger, Wind Archer Cookie was here to bring darkness to this place, but he was also here for you.

“Join the Darkness, pure one…please do not deny the Darkness…”

“They will not go to you!”

The Night Raven shot many arrows, you and Churro doing your best to avoid or deflect them all.

It was getting too dangerous for you to handle when an arrow managed to hit the weapon out of your hand, winding you a bit.

“Embrace the Darkness with me…”

You yelled out for him to let you go when he suddenly flew right at you, hugging you tight and trying to fly off with you!

He retreated back when both the Cookiemals and Churro Cookie came to your rescue! You gave them your thanks…

“Right?! We’re awesome!”

Hehe, yeah. They were pretty awesome.

“Give me strength, Great Tree…”

“The scarlet poison gives me strength!”

Churro Cookie brought you right back to the direness of the situation, you tried looking around to give you an idea. Something!

He said scarlet poison…wait a minute, the throne! The pomegranate seeds! You called out the seeds on the throne to Churro Cookie! Wind Archer and those seeds might be connected!

“Come to me, pure one…”

“Great Wind…what has transpired with you? If the Sacred One is not responsible for spreading the pomegranate, that means you too are innocent…”

“I will cleanse the Darkness from within you!”

“The throne! Darkness must be purged from these grounds!”

Churro Cookie and his gauntlets started to glow once more, Wind Archer drew his bow and got to close range with Churro. You rushed in to help after getting your weapon, and the Cookiemals seemed to have had the same idea!

“Great Tree, hear my prayer…May your Millennial light shine within me!”

“The pomegranate seeds are melting away!”

Buttershell Fox was right, and the shadows were even going away from Wind Archer too!

Wind Archer got on his hands and knees, the darkness leaving him as he returned to normal…

“Wind Archer Cookie! Are you okay?”

“You…? The Cookiemals?”

“Your memory is back! We missed you!”

Wind Archer Cookie…

Wind Archer tensed up at hearing you calling his name, an expression of shock when he spots you there with the Cookiemals.

“Y-Y/N Cookie! I…ugh!”

You hurried to Wind Archer as he tried to go to you, but winced in pain at making a sudden move! You told him to take it easy!

“Y/N Cookie…please forgive me. The influence of the Darkness, it was too strong…”

Wind Archer Cookie…

He faced you as you say his name again, before you gave him a playful look.

He was such a silly cookie, hehe!

He was completely taken aback by your lighthearted answer, but..he couldn’t help but softly laugh himself. Then the Cookiemals joined in on the laughing.

Churro Cookie looked on at the display, unable to stop the slight smile on his face. You still carried your chipper attitude even after having to fight the Great Wind just a minute ago…

He’s starting to see what the Great Wind and the Great Tree were talking about you…

Your soul…may very well be the brightest he’s ever seen…

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“Pffft! Ha! I told you so. I’d knew you’d fail!”

“Fail? My plan to lure and corrupt Wind Archer Cookie succeeded”

“But wasn’t there another plan you had? Hm?”

“Those meddling Cookiemals and Churro Cookie, were it not for them…”

“Face it! I’m going to be the one to get Y/N Cookie first! I have my Licorice Servants to help me carry out MY plan!”

“I will not allow those foolish ragdolls anywhere near them..”

“H-Hey! They’re not rag toys?! I’m just waiting for the perfect moment to make Y/N Cookie mine! Dark Enchantress Cookie will be over the moon and I’ll get first dibs!”

“Hmph! Matters with Y/N Cookie are assigned to me anyway. You’re welcome to try. The next phase of the plan is imminen, we must inform the Master at once!”

“Not if I inform her first!”

Pomegranate Cookie only looked on in annoyance as Licorice Cookie hurried away.

She looked behind her through the trees, seeing you laughing, enjoying yourself as you hung out with the cookies in the village.

She sighed…longingly as she pulled out her mirror and reflected it towards you, a faint glow emanating all around you.

“One day…you will join the Darkness, Y/N Cookie. When you do, I will be the first to welcome you with my embrace…”

#brittle answers #cookie run x you #cookie run x reader #cr x reader #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #crob x you #crob x reader #wind archer cookie x reader #churro cookie x reader #cookiemals #pomegranate cookie x reader #licorice cookie x reader

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jess-cookierun-art · 6 months

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Dead Floral/Flowerice

Idk what to caption this but I really like how this came out so yeah

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #licorice cookie #cookie run oc #flower garden cookie #oc x canon #dead floral #flowerice #my art #jess art #you will look at them #i love them so much

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j422m1n3 · 1 year

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man i love the new Papa Louie game

#ngl I'm genuinely concerned for licorice #he came around like 3 times in a row #like is everything ok? you good?#its either he's having a hard time or its the start of a weird variation of a flower shop x tatto shop fic #it could be both #licorice cookie #cookie run

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louise-echoes · 2 years

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Yes I appear once in a blue moon to drop hot takes, yes I intend to make it your problem

You may now proceed to arguing with the wall

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run kingdom #pomegranate cookie #licorice cookie #y'know what #you dont understand my sheer hatred for this pair #and pome being shipped with men as a whole #so im deciding to be contrarian and post it in these tags as well #licopome #licorice x pomegranate #licopom #pomlico #pomelico #fr if u think she would love a man u gotta wake up #especially this dude lmao #im gatekeeping this woman from y'all

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desiredcaramellatte · 2 years

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Hello a- May I request for a Red Velvet Cookie x unwell reader? Been bummed out since I caught the virus and am trying to cope 😭 no need to rush into this request and take ur time hehe thank you! <33 💞

Red Velvet my love

I’m too attached to many fictional characters

Of course you can, and thank you! I hope you feel better soon, it must suck. I actually did quite the opposite and pushed this one in head of a few others lol, I wanted to give you something to read while you’re coping with the bad sick 💕.

Also, I generalized the unwellness to just any sickness, I wanted to be kinda vague on that part so it could fit into mostly anything.

Red Velvet x unwell reader

~| Red Velvet is pretty much panicking the whole time you’re sick. He doesn’t really know what to do or how to help you, but he WANTS to help you. He often asks others what they’d do if they got sick, and he think he does a good job in being nonchalant. “Hey, Licorice. Just a random question, if you were sick then what would you do to make yourself feel better? Just wondering.” “I’d die”

~| Protects you like the good boy he is. If you tell him you need some alone time or some peace, he’ll accept and just wait outside your door, glaring at anyone who dares to come within a ten foot radius of your door. No one shall disturb you, you can count on that.

~| When he is allowed to stay beside you while you sleep, he will stay there all night. Most of the time he’ll just watch, making sure you’re still breathing normally and still functional. He gets little sleep whenever you’re sick, and often just takes little naps or closes his eyes for a while before worrying about you some more.

~| He’s good with physical wounds- Red Velvet has healed many of his own and his cake hounds- but internal stuff is not his cup of tea. Speaking of which, expect tea. A lot of it, very hot tea. He doesn’t care if you don’t like it, he knows tea is good for just about any sickness.

~| Sometimes he brings Chiffon in to snuggle with you, and he gives you snuggles himself at well (even if you complain about how you’re contagious). A lot of the times, when he’s worried about you, he’ll just barge in and put his hand on your heart or around your wrist to feel your pulse. It helps him keep calm- plus he’s basically a free blood pressure test.

~| Red Velvet will do literally anything you ask him to. If you wish of it, he’ll get it done. It doesn’t matter if you ask him to hold your hand, get you some soup, or go give Devil Cookie a punch for you, he will do it with no hesitation.

~| He will bring you a lot of hot rags. Whenever he got sick as a child, he just remembered being given hot rags, so that’s what he does for you. He changes them out every so often, or when you tell him that they’re getting cold. He has a whole supply of them, and he can always just throw them in the drying or use the hair dryer to warm them back up.

~| Red Velvet Cookie will let you touch him in any way you want, if that comforts you. You can brush his hair or play with his claws or just touch his cheek, he doesn’t mind anything, if anything, he quite enjoys the fact the he brings you such comfort. Whenever he’s near you, he’ll be subconsciously touching you as well, like he’ll gently run the blunt of his claw along your arm while rubbing your head with a rag, or run his hand through your hair when passing you some tea, that sort of thing.

~| If you’re in pain or really just feeling bad, he’ll just talk to try and distract you. You don’t even have to reply, he’ll have an entire conversation with himself in front of you, and often tries to make you laugh. He’ll play card games with you to try and distract you, or, if you’re not up for it, he’ll just play Solitaire, and you get to watch him get angry over a card not being in the correct place.

~| Velvet will make you homemade meals! He’s a pretty good cook, considering he literally works in an oven cookie. If anything, you can count on him to bring you a good, healthy, and delicious meal.

~| If you don’t get better soon, Red Velvet will not hesitate to get a healer. He’d probably bring Herb Cookie, Sparkling Cookie, or Cotton Cookie, but if they can’t help and you need a more experienced healer, he’d be willing to suck up his pride and ask Pure Vanilla.

~| Red Velvet would probably end up getting sick himself, as he’s not at all worried about his own health when trying to take care of you. If he gets sick, he’s going to try and just power through it (despite him not even allowing you out of bed half the time, when you’re sick). Tell him off and he’ll grumpily agree to take a nap, and then proceed to pass out for the next 16 hours.

~| Overall he’s just confused on how to help, but trying his absolute best to make sure you get better.

Ahh I loved writing for Velvet so much- I think he’s one of my favorites tbh 👀

Anyways, hope you feel better soon! Feel free to continue requesting if you’d like some more stuff to help you get through the virus!

#cookie run #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run kingdom #crk #red velvet #red velvet x reader #ft licorice #hope you feel better soon!#requests open

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