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CHAPTER 2: DOUBLE DOSED

HEATED

≛ modern!eddie x female reader x modern! steve

≛ summary: a week after being stranded on the side of the road with eddie and steve, you finally figure out what you’re going to do. Can the boys agree to what you have planned?

≛ THIS CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE FIC

≛ chapter warnings: MODERN AU, 18+ only I can’t be anymore clear about that, fuckgirl! reader vibes, Steve’s kind of a dickhead, oral m & f receiving and giving, mentions of birth control, reader gets eaten out by a girl, drug use, mention of alcohol, modern themes including texting, snapchat, iced coffee, crumbl cookie lmao etc, no y/n used, readers nickname is taff or taffy (bruh I hate using y/n catch me using any dumb nickname) Eddie picks reader up in a hug, real simpy Eddie behavior.

“I just don’t know Robin,” you explain, pulling literally at your hair from the root, “what should I do?”

Ever since that day in the back of Wayne’s truck, you hadn’t had a single night of peace. Both Eddie and Steve were blowing up your phone. Begging for your attention. It was flattering at first. Two of Hawkins hottest at your beck and call. Each vying for your undivided, not knowing that they were competing for it.

“Quit squirming,” Robin says in a huff between your legs, her mouth blossomed red and slick with spit, “I’ve been down here for thirty minutes and you aren’t any closer to coming than when I started.”

Her apartment was hot and sticky, the oscillating fan on its last leg, and you were both stripped down to nothing to keep cool on your planned girls day in. A day to forget about the boys stressing you out and for Robin to get away from her annoying ex. And just like how it usually happened with her, you ended up snorting lines and making eachother buzz with orgasms.

“Ugh, sorry,” you say annoyed, leaning up on your elbows to see her pretty face, “I just can’t relax.”

“Tell me about it,” she says around your puffy clit, the tip of her tongue flicking it like a snake.

You had made the boys swear to secrecy that they wouldn’t tell a soul about what had happened. But you didn’t promise anything.

And the moment you had gotten home, you sent a text to Robin explaining every single detail, down to girth and length.

“I think, you should date them both, try em out, what’s the worst thing that could happen?”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, now please shut up, you’re taking forever and I’m bored.”

The next morning you woke with a smile on your lips. Any turmoil left in your mind on your decision had gone with Robin’s idea.

The alarm clock on your bedside table illuminated 9:15AM and before even slipping your toes into some slippers, you sent two text messages to two recipients.

The normal routine of your morning commenced without fail, washing your face, scrubbing your body in the shower, putting on light makeup before making a pot of coffee.

Eddie arrived first, his motorcycle echoed loud off the parking lot as he backed it into a spot against the sidewalk. His dark curls were honeyed by the sun, a bag of Chinese takeout in one arm and a dozen roses in another. The prettiest dimples displayed on his stupid gorgeous face.

“Hey beautiful,” he smirked, wrapping you in a hug and kissing your cheek. He smelled like muted cigarettes and bourbon cologne. The creak of his leather jacket echoed in your ears as he lifted you off the ground into a bone crushing hug, making you squeal.

“Sleep well?”

Before you could answer his smile had faded into a scowl when the door swung open and Steve stood at the threshold. Wielding a pink box of gourmet cookies and two iced coffees, his wire framed Ray Bans pushed into his hair.

“Munson,” he greeted, nodding to his friend in that jock head jerk. Stepping around him, Steve sets the coffees on the counter and gathers you into a hug, kissing your neck and whispering that he had missed you.

His golden retriever vibe of tanned skin and forest colored eyes bore through you when he licked his lips.

You pull away and smile at them. They both look so good but in completely different ways.

Eddie’s tattoos were peeking out from under the tight white shirt he was wearing, as was a silver chain necklace.

You were practically drooling to get your lips on his skin again.

Steve was in light colored shorts and a casual button up, exposing the dusting of chest hair that your fingers ached to be wrapped in. If you had your way you’d take them both right here right now but that’s not what today was about.

“Why are we both here, baby?” Eddie asks, setting the bouquet and the Chinese food on the counter, pushing away the pink box of treats from his competitor.

“It’s obvious.” Steve says with a smirk pulling on his lips, “she’s gonna let you down easy and go out with me.”

“Always so cocky,” you tsk, trying not to look at the way his shorts are cinched at the zipper.

You look between them, big doe whiskey colored eyes stare at you in longing, while the mossy floor ones squinted with a smirk.

“We need to talk, and rather me having this conversation twice- I figured we are grown ass adults and can talk about what happened.”

Eddie nods and crosses his arms, leaning forward to not miss anything you were about to say. Meanwhile Steve leaned a hip into the wall, checking his phone.

“Before I stroke your egos, you both know you’re hot, so I’m not going to tell you how fucking great that day was.”

“fuck yeah it was,” Steve chimed in, adjusting his length in his shorts.

Eddie blushed a pretty salmon and shot you a wink.

“But— I’m not choosing between the two of you, I can’t, ask Robin, I about gave her a brain aneurysm yesterday trying to figure it out.”

You were the one on the verge of an aneurysm when you came allover her lips but that’s another story.

“So, we’re gonna do this with no strings, no feelings, just friends hooking up and playing around. Cool?”

Eddie’s eyes fall to the tops of his boots.

“So let me get this straight,” Steve gaped, eyebrows pulled in, “you’re going to go out with the two of us... at the same time?”

“Yeah, kinda what you do with every hussy in town Harrington.”

Steve’s gears are grinding but Eddie hasn’t said a word.

“What the fuck Taff?” Steve huffs in annoyance.

you banter back talking to him like he’s a child, “what’s the matter Harrington, don’t like sharing?”

“Rich boys are used to having their way.” Eddie gloats.

“Oh fuck off,” he pours, “what about sex? Or is this like a PG thing, eating pizza at Chucke fuckin’ Cheese?”

You cross your arms, and lick your lips, “oh we’ll be fucking, but not until you’re clean, both of you.”

Eddie’s eyes finally perk up, he hasn’t been with anyone since last year and he was checked three months ago.

“Oh come on!” Steve whines, “MaKenna is a virgin, and Blair and Nicole have only blown Tommy since being with me— no need to fuck anyone else catch my drift?”

“Sorry Harrington, I’m not risking catching anything and giving it to Eddie because you fundipped your way across campus. Show me you’re clean and it’s game on.”

He pouts, “Jesus Christ… I’ll even wear a condom, c’mon.. I swear I’m clean.”

“What the fuck is this 1990? I have an IUD, just get clean and we can do whatever you want.”

Eddie feels like he has the upper hand for the first time since arriving at your apartment, “W-when does this start, sweetheart?”

“Right now,” you shrug, “ I know you had to take off work today so I’m yours, see ya tomorrow Stevie.”

“Such bullshit.”

“Don’t worry buddy, I’ll take care of her while you’re off swabbing your pee hole,” Eddie says with a wave to his friend, cockiness in his stance.

“Be nice, boys.”

You don’t expect what happens next but Steve grabbed your wrist and twisted you into him, kissing you square on the mouth just as firm as he did in the bed of Wayne’s truck. Rough and giving no grace he leaves you spinning even after he’s left.

“Text me if you get bored with this one,” he says, licking his bottom lip to get one more taste of you as he walks through the door, “bye.”

You cross the kitchen to the counter, lips still buzzing from Steve’s kiss. You pull out two forks from the proper drawer and rip some paper towels from the roll.

Pulling out the white cardboard containers of Chinese food from the plastic sack, you plate them with shaky fingers. The fork in your hand slipping every once in a while and clanging loudly into the ceramic plate.

“Hungry?” you ask over your shoulder.

“Starving actually,” Eddie says, “but there’s something I wanna do first.”

You tear open a foil packet of soy sauce between your teeth and squeeze it all over the fried rice, “yeah, and what’s that?”

Not noticing how close he was to you, his hands rest hotly on either of your hips, fingernails grazing the cotton of your shorts.

In a quick spin, you’re suddenly facing him, fork in one hand, soy sauce packet in the other. His eyes are impossibly dark, and a twist of a smirk lays on his pretty lips.

“I wanna kiss you.”

His lips ghost over yours and your tongue reaches for his lips but is met by nothing.

His breath fans across your lips, the sweetest of pouts escapes you, and his adam's apple bobs in his throat, swallowing your annoyance, “not here.”

His fingers tease the waistband of your shorts, cold steel of his rings icing into your skin, dipping into it with a tentative touch.

The zipper of his leather jacket bites into your palms as you pull him closer into you, and just like that day on the side of the road, it felt easy with Eddie.

You share the same bated breath as his fingers plunge deeper and push your underwear out of the way. Between your slick folds he teases at your clit with his middle finger, swallowing the pretty noise you emit.

“Wanna kiss you here,” he said with a thick fingered flick against your clit making you moan through your teeth but lips, “need to taste you, again.”

You moan his name and he helps you wiggle out of your shorts in a hurry. Feeling like you’re possessed at the sight of him dropping to his knees on the cold linoleum of your kitchen floor, like a sinner praying for mercy in a cathedral—you’re practically begging for his tongue where you need it most.

Two weeks ago you and Eddie were just friends, and now he’s pulling the prettiest noises from you that would make the angels sick with worry,

His lips kiss your thighs feverishly in his travels. Dark curls tickling against the spit from his sloppy mouth. Every sensation in your body was screaming, and you cursed out loud when he hooked your leg over his shoulder like a guitar strap.

His eyes didn’t leave yours as he pushed this tongue into your slick, flicking against the hood of your clit, “so fuckin pretty baby, been seeing her in my dream for a week.”

Nerves wrecked already you’re practically a puddle at his simping words, trying like hell to balance on one foot and carving your nails into the underside of the counter. But Eddie’s face could have held you up alone.

He’s buried in your pussy. The happiest of graves. Nose, mouth chin- gone. All you can see of him down the plain of your own body are his curls. But you can feel him everywhere.

Devil's tongue stuffed between your legs, thrashing and lapping up like a mad man starved. His groans vibrate around you and your legs quake. His fingers are pushed deep in the well of your velvet walls, another circling your ass and putting the tiniest bit of pressure there making you cry out.

His name falls from your lips like a chant, faster and faster until your orgasm peaks and blinds you, your body losing all control from his tongue, your knuckles go white when you grab his hair, holding him right where you need him.

“Fuck,” he groans, wrapping his lips around your sensitive clit once more before he adjusts your panties back into place. Your fingers ache from the grip you had on the counter and in his locks.

Kissing the delicate fabric around the apex of your thighs, he whispers softly, “I could do that everyday.”

He helps you step back into your shorts, that glorious tongue poking out in concentration, and he looks up at you with a shy smile, standing and holding your hands.

“With a tongue like that, I might let you.”

“Don’t tease me Taffy, I’m still hard.”

And now it was your turn to be needy. You pull the lapels of his leather jacket into you and you kiss his slick coated lips, he tastes like you and the salty soy sauce that was still on your lip.

Kissing Eddie was different than Steve, he painted your mouth the same way he lapped at your folds. If you never caught your breath— that would be fine with you. Your head spun around his web and you were tangled in it.

His hands wrap around your back and one holds your face. It was deeply passionate, and your heart was bursting, your lips move to his neck and you suck and bite a mark into him, and he whimpers when your kisses go small.

“This is gonna get cold Eddie,” you say against the column of his throat.

“Let it, I’ll buy more.”

You grin into his skin and he laughs when you tickle his sides, “c’mon,” you urge.

And Eddie gets in one last kiss before breaking away, pulling your lip down with his thumb, and you shudder at the way he looks at you as if you’re the only girl on the planet, “if you say so.”

The Chinese needed to be s microwaved but it was still good., The hunan pork was tender and juicy, and the lo mein noodles were to die for. You and Eddie sat side by side on the barstools and talked like you always had. He had a gig this weekend and when he asked if you were coming you said of course you were, a quirk to your brow.

“Alright,” he said, putting alot of effort and concentration into twirling a noodle with his fork, “just wasn’t sure.”

You leaned forward and kissed sauce from the corner of his mouth, and your core ached and pulsed at the sight of his boyish grin and blushing cheeks.

“Wouldn’t miss it, even if it is Steve’s night.”

He accepted a bite from your fork of fried rice, and almost melted when you held pinched fingers up to his mouth of a ripped piece of crab rangoon.

“We’re still cool, right?” he asks after crushing the bite between his teeth, his eyes watching you put your fingers in your mouth and nodding.

“So c-can I ask you something as a friend?”

His brows are pinched in a furrow and you know he’s uneasy about something.

You slurp a noodle into your mouth and talk with a mouthful, a hand in front of your face, “spit it out, Munson.”

His fork clanks on the plate as he sets it down and gives the plate away. He runs a hand through his hair, and leans on his elbows and picks at his rings.

“So, why— I mean, why the both of us. You and Harrington can’t even stand each other.”

He was right, before last week you and Steve could barely be in the same room together, and now you were agreeing to fuck with no strings attached.

“It’s physical with Steve, like pure animalistic instinct. There’s no thoughts, and I think us hating each other just makes it that much better.”

Eddie’s weight shifts on the stool and his eyes never leave his rings, spinning them in a nervous habit.

“So you don’t like him like that?”

And the truth of his question falls through but you refuse to answer it, you have your own questions to ask, you toss the paper napkin onto your plate and mimic his actions, pushing it ahead on the counter.

“Eddie.. are you jealous?”

You leaned into him, the pads of your fingers daintily walking up his thigh, your eyes blink slow in a lazy seduction and fuck he’s practically putty in your hands.

He licks his lips feverishly, suddenly hot around the collar and his heart hammered a rhythm loud enough to make a tune out of it.

“N-no,” pppft he stammers, “I’m not jealous,” he tries his best not to catch your eye but once he does those hersheys bars give him away and a bubble gum blush tickles his cheeks. He clears his throat with an ahem, and raps his knuckles on the counter.

You stand and wiggle between his legs, pressing one hand further into his crotch and the other on his chest, toying with his necklace, your finger skating the pick left and right the chain making a zippered like noise.

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

Eddie is floored, wilting like a flower— all the oxygen and water ran out from the √≈petals. His mouth was almost glued shut, it’s so dry, Sahara would be jealous.

Your lips pucker behind his ear and the filth you’re whispering to him sends shivers down his spine. It’s lust licked and heavy, want me to touch you, or do you wanna touch me?

He answers with a dry groan and a swallow, and his hands find your hips spinning you around,his lips ghost over your neck and you throw your head back into him, pushing your ass into him to feel the swell of his bulge in his jeans.

He’s rutting into your doughy ass, his fat cock loving the friction you’re bouncing against him, you move your hips and grind further into him.

“Fuck baby,” he moans hot against the shell of your ear, catching in his throat.

His hands creep under the hem of your shirt and skate against your skin, the smooth of his nails electrifying each touch. They work along your curves, his big thick hands touching every inch of your skin, rubbing along the lacy edge of your maroon bralette.

The pads of his thumbs graze against your peaked nipples and you exhale. You're surrounded by the sharp spice of his cologne, the muted cigarettes clinging to his jacket, it encompassed you, held you like a hug and had your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

It felt too good. His lips hummed against your neck, vibrating hot and sending goosebumps along your skin, and you wanted more. Needed more.

You followed his hands, tracing the veins on the tops of them with your fingers, pushing your palm flat against them, making him squeeze at your tits, and you purred out his name, a shade away from whining.

Fuck you wanted him so bad. And judging by the firmness of his cock beneath your asscheeks, he wanted you just as badly.

You spun quickly, grabbing his hands and leading him to the couch, his lips were red from sucking on your neck, bangs were pushed up awkwardly from the position his head was buried into your shoulder. He looked drunk, enamored with something you didn’t recognize.

The leather of his belt was heavy in your fingers as you unraveled it through the buckle and the first loop on his jeans. His eyes never left yours as your fingers flipped the button and pushed his jeans down his hips.

He shuddered a breath when your hand cupped him in his boxers, the velvet of his skin soft and warm in your soft grip. He was bigger than you remembered, thick like a stout of beer.

“Christ Taff,” he breathed when you stroked him fully, the pad of your finger running over the vein that ran along his cock.

You looked at him through your lashes as you lowered yourself to the ground, dragging his jeans and boxers with you, “this what you wanted big boy? Wanted me on my knees for you?”

He hums and holds your chin, brushing his thumb across your lips.

Licking the tip of his thumb, you hold his heavy cock in your hands, stroking his shaft slow then fast, “you’re so big, Eddie.”

He swallows his next words when your tongue circles his head, collecting the precum with each devilish swipe. You stick out your tongue to show him the pearl in your mouth, and he almost combusts when you swallow it with a hum.

“Yummy.”

He’s certain he’s going to die right here in your living room, looking at you with your pink tongue swirling around his cock, the way your lips suction around him, fuck, you haven’t even put him fully in your mouth yet and he’s a goddamn mess.

The teasing is too much but he’ll take whatever you give him, if you were to stop now he’d be completely satisfied, he’d have to pump his cock furiously when he got home to make the ache go away but, he’d do it.

But you don’t stop, fuck no. You’re just getting started. You like him like this, flushed in his cheeks and waiting patiently for your mouth. His mouth opening as yours does. Waiting, pleading, hoping that you would finally let your wet warmth surround him.

And then you do.

He stretched your mouth cheek to cheek, a literal mouthful. And he hums. Is he thanking God? You hide your giggle, deciding to take him further into your throat as you hollow your cheeks and slide him deeper with the help of his canting hips.

You hum around him and it tickles him, but he’s so drunk on your mouth he’s muttering sentences that don’t even make sense.

Pumping your hands along his shaft you dribble spit from your throat to the head of his dick, a slimy string connecting you mouth, one that you slurp back up and take him in deeper. His knees are bent and he pulled his shirt under his chin, wanting to see you fully with his cock stuffed in your mouth, your pretty eyes are teary and he can feel you gag around him before he pulls out and you come back for more.

He’s not sure how long you’ve been at this, and he’s trying to keep his mind averted to anything other than your slippery throat and the cute way your eyes are looking up at him.

This was better than the way you sucked him off in the bed of Wayne’s truck. You were solely focused on him here. No other distractions, just you and him.

“Look so fucking pretty, baby,” he moaned, reaching down to hold your cheek, his thumb wipes away some of your smudged make up from your eye, “ do you know that?”

You nod with him in your throat, and he breathes more nonsense as he looks to the ceiling and runs his fingers through his hair, trying not to convulse, but he can’t take it any more, you're working his dick like you’re short on rent.

“Fuck, sweet girl, fuck,” Eddie whines, scrubbing his hands down his face, his stomach burning to give in to you, I— shit shit shit, ‘m gonna come.”

He works his hips away from you but you wrap your arms around the back of his knees, holding him with his dick still in your mouth, waiting like a kitten for milk.

He cums hard, biting through his bottom lip to keep himself from yelling out loud. You don’t stop bobbing your throat, swirling your tongue, around his length and puckering your lips around him.

With his load in your mouth you paint his cock with it, moving it around and around with your excess spit, a hurricane against your tornado tongue, you finally swallow, sucking in your cheeks once more, and cleaning Eddie off in one swoop. His cries fill the room and you finally release him with a pop.

“Jesus, fuck.” He exhales, sleepy eyed. His reddened swollen cock hanging between you both, “c’mere.”

He helps you to your feet, and you tuck him back into his boxers gently. He mutters an embarrassed thanks, you’re smiling up at him with a cocky little smirk. Completely ready for him to pull up his jeans, maybe get himself a beer from your fridge, but he doesn’t.

Eddie holds you to him, his forehead leaning on yours, big hands wrapped around the small of your back. His erratic breath plumed through his nose and his chest was beating fast. You’ve never seen him like this, “Eddie?”

He doesn’t let go, doesn’t say anything, he just moves back to press the lightest of kisses to the tip of your nose. “You, “ he finally says, licking his lips and rolling his eyes into the back of his head, finally focusing back on you, he pulls you closer, enough that his eyes are all you can see.

But whatever he was going to say is stuck in his throat, he never finishes what he was going to say. Just pulls you into him and holds you there, his lips on your neck, kissing you softly. It was a perfect day. You should have known it wouldn’t have been weird between you and Eddie, falling back into sync as best friends and laughing while snacking on m&m’s and smoking from his dab pen.

You end up falling asleep on your bed together, tired from exerting so much energy and bellies full of Chinese. Netflix asks, are you still watching YOU? on the tv on your dresser. Eddie’s tossing and turning wakes you and you grab your phone to check the time. 5 o’clock. Taking an almost four hour nap, but in reality it felt like four days straight.

But that's not the only surprising thing on your phone.

A litter of texts. From the same occupant. The other half of this agreement.

hope you enjoyed, seems like Steve isn’t too thrilled right?

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multi-fandom-friend · 5 months

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✨Random Shit that the creepypastas do✨

I’m bored and shut up

🍁 Hoodie🍁

🍁 has a weird thing with licking people. Like especially Masky to get hinder his skin. If you put your hand over his mouth when he is talking he licks it. 🍁 I said this to one of my friends and he agreed that he always smells like laundry detergent. Like a nice fresh load of laundry. Idk

🚬 Masky🚬

🚬 He’ll eat paper. Doesn’t give a shit. It started when he was joking with Sally and he ate a napkin and then realized everyone thought it was funny so he does it time to time

🚬 He likes sitting on the roof and then stomping around waking people up when people are pissing him off

🪓Toby🪓

🪓 runs around screaming. Like not screaming words or actual sentences. Just screaming. 🪓 If someone is drinking an “adult beverage” he always steals a taste. Never likes it, but always thinks that this time might be the time he likes it. 🎮 Ben🎮

🎮 Jeff told him to touch grass and he went outside, grabbed a handful, and ate it. Right in front of him. 🎮 whenever he goes outside he pulls handfuls of grass out of the ground

🍬 Laughing Jack🍬

🍬 crunches lollipops and jolly ranchers. Like he doesn’t suck on them at all he just immediately starts chewing it and crunching it like ice.

🍬 hates taffy. Won’t eat it. Hates it so much. 🔪Jeff🔪

🔪 when Toby does the screaming thing he’ll scream back and try to see who can scream louder 🔪 he was making cookies one time and Liu supposedly scared him and he hit him in the head with the cookie sheet.

🖤🩷 Nina 🩷🖤

🖤 Won’t wear matching socks. Always has to wear a pink and purple or red and black sock. Refuses to wear matching ones and she’s kinda real for that

🩷 If she finds a monster can in her room that still has some in it she’ll drink it. Doesn’t care how old it is, she’ll drink it.

#creepypasta fandom #creepypasta headcanon #nina the killer #masky marble hornets #mh hoody #laughing jack #ben drowned #ticci toby

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brittle-doughie · 2 years

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Brittle-Doughie’s Main Page

Heya! The name is Brittle, I go by he/him and I’m a writer for a bunch of things Cookie Run, you’ll probably find me on the Cookie Wars with the various stuff I put out on the tag! Welcome!

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[Guidelines]

Gender neutral readers are my way to go, so everyone can enjoy my fics! :D (This will always be the case unless the fic states otherwise)

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A Jammed Heart (Original Cookie Character)

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Good Day for Walks (Pure Vanilla Cookie)

Fish in a Barrel (Affogato Cookie)

Spared No Expense 1.5 (Cheesecake Cookie)

Coworkers Delight (Maple Taffy Cookie)

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Seize the Spin

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From the Brink

What If: In Your Name

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The Flipside

Spared No Expense (Cheesecake Cookie)

For Their Majesty (Amber Sugar Cookie)

Speak of the Tree (Millennial Tree Cookie, Churro Cookie)

The Deal with Ancients

Bake It till You Make It

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A Phenomenal Photo

Let Me Be Your Relay Cookie

A Tune for You (Vagabond Cookie)

Real Y/N Cookie Birthday Hours

Missing You

Sunrises (Missing You Alt)

The Face of the Future (Director Croissant, Stringy Gummy, Ephemeral Flow Timekeeper)

The Spooky Cookie Tapes

The Deal with Dragons (The 5 Dragons)

The Thrill or The Peace (Adventurer Cookie v. Blackberry Cookie)

Marketplace Ruckus (Hollyberrian Marketplace)

Time Travel, Woo! (Croissant Cookie)

Biggest Fans (Cherry Stars)

The Idol and the DJ (DJ Cookie)

The TBD’s Handycookie (Time Balance Department)

The Apple in this Doctor’s Eye (Dr. Bones Cookie

Heartbreak (Kumiho Cookie)

Pizza’s Here (Pizza Cookie)

The Beloved of Duskgloom Sea (Black Pearl Cookie)

Picnic Time (Cherry Blossom Cookie)

The Incorrect Quote Cookie Jar (Various Cookies)

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Wars/Jellywalker AU

[Q: Question based. Though some questions do evolve into full on fics.]

Heart of the Horde

Protectors of the Horde’s Heart

Death of the Heart

The Starved Heart

Heart Amongst Legends

Recollection 1 (White Ghost Cookie, Vagabond Cookie, Cream Unicorn Cookie)

Recollection 2 (Financier Cookie, Vampire Cookie, Dark Choco Cookie)

Recollection 3 (Infected TBD)

Wandering

Wandering #2

Gift Mode | Keeping Quiet | Little Ones | Wandering Part 3 (Jellywalker AU)

The News Gets to Them (Walker AU. Sorbet Cookie, Lilac Cookie, Black Garlic Cookie)

The News Gets to Them #2 (Walker AU. Lilybell Cookie, Choco Ball Cookie, Poison Mushroom Cookie)

Q: Various Cookies as Walkers

Q: Various Cookies as Walkers #2

Q: Bosses and You!

Q: Guard Duty (Jellywalker Knight Cookie)

Q: If Y/N Died

Q: Would The Dragons Help?

Q: How did Y/N get infected?

Q: Y/N Captured

Q: Shared Emotion of Y/N Cookie and the Horde

Q: Showoffs of the Horde (Fire Spirit Cookie, Cinnamon Cookie, Skating Queen Cookie)

Q: If Y/N was cured?

Q: Argument Amongst the Horde

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#masterlist #navigation #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #jelly walkers x reader #cookie wars x reader #cr x reader #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak

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inkykeiji · 11 months

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3 with flawless Tomura please 🙈

prompt: strawberry moon series: flawless AU warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, female reader, daddy kink, lots of saliva, lots of sugar, little bit of public indecency, blowjobs + cum swallowing words: 1.4k

Laying on the sand with a thick fringed blanket, you’re the only two left on the beach, most of the other patrons having packed up and left the moment the sun began to sink. Waves tenderly lap at the shore behind you, the scent of artificial strawberry twining with the sea breeze, making the air salty sweet.

It’s nice. Despite being out in the open, something about it feels intimate; cozy, almost, scene backlit by a strawberry moon, stained pink with the glow of the sun emanating from just beyond the horizon—a hazy cloud that shimmers gold and magenta, it’s brilliance reflected on the gently wavering water.

“The moon looks like a strawberry,” you sigh out dreamily, arms tightening around Tomura’s waist as you hug yourself closer, a leg hitched over his hip.

“Strawberries seem to be a theme lately,” Tomura murmurs as bony fingers pick at the wax paper enveloping a piece of salt water taffy—strawberry, his second favourite, since they were out of watermelon—voice vibrating against your ear. “Maybe it’s a sign.”

“A sign? A sign of what?”

“That we should go strawberry picking,” he shrugs, popping the pink candy in his mouth and speaking around it, hard taffy clacking against his teeth.

“Really?” your head lifts from off his chest to peer up at him.

“Sure, why not?”

“Maybe we can bake something with them after.”

“Me? Bake?” he snorts, like the concept is downright preposterous. “Baby, I don’t even know how to use the fucking oven.”

“Alright, maybe Kurogiri can bake us something,” you revise.

A hum of contemplation vibrates on his tongue, soft and melty. “Yeah, maybe that’d be nice.”

You do, in fact, go strawberry picking during the next week, at a family owned and operated farm your father used to take you to when you were a child.

It’s a beautiful June day, deep blue sky embroidered with puffs of white cotton as the sun’s rays play between them. You and Tomura spend an absurd amount of time inside the little market at the front of the farm, diligently picking through all of the sweets—homemade fudge and freshly baked cookies and maple sugar candies—leaving the small shop with armfuls of treats, to fuel your berry picking expeditions, he reasons.

And, really, who are you to say otherwise? Daddy knows best, so what Daddy says goes, always.

It’s romantic in a sense, the ten minute wagon ride spent sharing a block of double chocolate caramel swirl fudge between the two of you, taking turns eating pieces from each other’s fingers, the hot June sun leaving thick smudges of it on your fingertips.

Tomura’s hand cuffs your wrist just as the final piece of fudge is melting on your tongue, bringing your fingers to his mouth and wrapping his lips around your index, slowly sucking the remnants of chocolate and caramel from it, and each and every one after it, mouth puckering and cheeks hollowing as his tongue curls in a wet embrace around the digits.

By the time he’s finished licking your hand clean your fingers glitter with a syrupy slave of saliva, spit tinged brown from the cocoa, viscous drops of it rolling down your palms to settle in the lines.

“Your turn,” he says with a cheeky smirk, holding his large hand out to you, fingers caked with soft fudge wiggling a little in enticement.

And you, good little girl that you are, wrap two hands around his wrist, steadying his hand before taking his index finger down your throat, mouth clamping over it with dedicated earnest and sucking hard. Your tongue wreathes around it, slurping the fudgy residue clean from his skin and swallowing, the sudden constricting of your throat pulling a soft little sound from deep within his chest, unblinking eyes staring at him with such pure devotion it almost hurts.

But Tomura isn’t looking into your eyes, his own eyes gaping at your lips, shiny and slicked with spit, watching the way your lips swell with each bony knuckle that passes through them as you slowly pull off his finger.

You do the same for every other one, too—middle, ring, pinky, thumb—and by the end of it he’s exhaling little pants through slightly parted lips, glazed eyes fixated on your mouth, cock half hard and twitching pathetically in his jeans.

That’s when it starts.

But it doesn’t stop there. Oh no.

Because why would it, with you? Because when does it ever, with you?

You aren’t even modest with it, legs kept straight as you bend, back perpendicular to the muddy ground and ass stuck out, to pick through one of the strawberry bushes, the hem of your cute little dress hitching with the motion, material fluttering in the perpetual soft breeze and gifting Tomura with glimpses of the pink silk clinging to your cheeks beneath.

No, there’s nothing modest about the way you look at him as you bite into a particularly large, particularly juicy strawberry, eyes glinting in the late afternoon sun and lips shimmering, glossed with strawberry juice that collects in the corners of your mouth and runs down your chin in glistening drops to drip onto your cleavage, gathering in the divots and streaking your skin with glimmering pink trails, mouth curling into a playful little smirk, giggles sticking in your throat.

Nor is there anything modest about the way your strawberry-soaked tongue keeps stealing little kitten licks, laving over the self-inflicted scars crisscrossing on Tomura’s neck with hot, strawberry-steeped breath, traces of the sweet scent clinging to his skin, tickling his nose and watering his mouth.

God, he’s too fucking easy.

God, he fucking loves you.

Really, he should punish you; that’s what any good Daddy would do, would drag your bratty little ass from the strawberry fields without bringing a single berry home, wicker basket spilling its crimson guts on the dirt floor as a large hand encircles your wrist and yanks, hard, hard enough to have you yelping, hard enough to have you stumbling over your own ankles, and reprimand you for such tasteless, disgraceful behaviour.

And he will.

But he lets you have your fun first, lets you romp and frolic through the bushy green fields as you give him little teases and tastes—because he loves it, too—mentally tallying up your punishments with playful growls in his chest and a predatory grin spread across his cheeks.

It’s the sweetest torture—literally and figuratively—and by the time the sun is setting and your wicker baskets are overflowing with ruby berries, he’s nearly about to crawl out of his sugar-stained skin.

“You are fucking unbelievable,” Tomura’s muttering into your neck as you await the wagon to take you back to the entrance, arms twined tightly around your waist with his chin resting on your shoulder, his hips subtly rutting against you, hard cock grinding against your ass.

“Hey, you started it,” you’re giggling, pushing back against him and reveling in the muted groan it pulls from his throat.

“Yeah, and I’m gonna finish it, too, you little brat.”

And finish it, he does.

Because at the end, after all of your teasing, your strawberry stained lips and strawberry-tinged kisses with strawberry flesh in your teeth, Daddy finally takes what’s rightfully his, on the side of some dilapidated, seldomly used country backroad, in his pretty candy apple red Maybach.

And he finishes with his cock shoved in that pretty mouth of yours, thick cum spilling down your throat, it’s bitter mixing with the strawberry’s sweet, creating an intoxicating concoction.

He stuffs your mouth full of it, so much so that it collects in crevices of your cheeks and the creases beneath your tongue, so much so that when he pulls his cock from your lips, after you’ve swallowed several times, there’s still thick cords of ivory, webbed and viscous, connecting your tongue to his cock.

Cum dribbles from the corners of your lips in the prettiest pale pink, dyed by your strawberry infused spit. His thumb swipes through it messily, smearing it across your chin in a stroke of glistening cream, and pushes the substance collected on the pad of his finger back into your diligent mouth, lips closing around it automatically, dutifully, and sucking it back into their heat, tongue curling around the stout digit to sop up any remnants of cum it can, licking it clean.

“Such a good girl for Daddy,” he murmurs, repeating the action again, eyes dark and blown with a morbid fascination as he watches you eat. “Maybe we should go fruit picking more often, huh?”

If it ends like this, you’re drooling out, gazing up at him so dreamily, so devotedly, you’ll do anything.

#shigaraki smut #shigaraki x you #shigaraki tomura x you #tomura smut #shigaraki tomura x reader #thank you so much for this anon!!!#this one is likeee way too long hahaha but!! i had fun writing it!!#flawless universe #inky.bb #clari gets mail

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tokensofmyconfections · 5 months

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Hi, my name is Elva and I'm helping my Grandpa run his bakery and sweetshop while my parents work on fixing up the house more.

We are just starting out, so hopefully our shop earns a good reputation for our good food made with the recipes my Grandma gathered in her youth when she went on her Pokémon journey!

Tokens of my Confections menu

Seasonal baked goods

Miltank Cream Cheese Pound Cake (have to specify since some people are allergic to miltank milk and we have to take special orders for versions made with either Bouffalant or Gogoat milk)

Bluk berry and Lavender Cake

Snickerdoodle Cake

Mint Chocolate Cake

Chocolate Marble Nanab Cake

Vertical Nomel Cake

Giant Cinnamon Roll Cake (as big as a maximum size wagon wheel)

Double Chocolate Crinkle Cookies

Molasses Cookies

Maple Syrup and Brown Sugar Cookies

Soft Molasses Cookies

Soft Snickerdoodle Cookies

Neapolitan Cookies

Red Velvet Triple Chocolate Cookies

Applin Shaped Apple Blondies

Nomel Bars with Shortbread Crust

Chocolate Peanut Butter Cheesecake Bars

Guinness Bars (lots of Guinness beers used for this, you will smell the alcohol when you walk into the shop, be warned)

Cream Cheese Kalos Toast Casserole (Grandma’s middle finger to my late great aunt since this was made as a dare when she was 16 years old) (same rules at the Pound Cake)

Apple Cider Donuts

Spudnuts

Twenty Pound Breakfast Casserole (this is a take home dish or a meal you share with friends at the dining room, please don’t take it as a challenge to eat the whole thing by yourself)

Spring Quiche with Chopped Sausage

Drinks

Pomeg Fizz

Mix Berry Punch

Lavender Lemonade (it’s very purple because of the lavender syrup)

Apple Cider (spiced or muled) {apples picked by my grandma with her neighbor’s Appletun, Fritters, help} (only not here during summer)

Chai

Apple Cinnamon tea

Herbal tea blend: Cherry Blossom Cosmo (Bright pink and fun-loving with the taste of cherry and berries.)

Herbal tea blend: Harvest Apple Spice (Orchard-ripe apples and berries infused with warm baking spices)

Herbal tea blend: Vanilla Rose (A medium-bodied white tea with upfront notes of sweet vanilla finishing with floral notes.)

Candy

Peanut Butter Fudge Cups

Homemade Chocolate Eggs

Lopunny Tails

Pidove's Nest Treats

Chocolate Angel Food Candy

Potato Candy (recipe from 1933) (staying)

Black Cheri Swirl Fudge

Bunnelby Treats

Sprinkle Fudge

Nomel Bark

Soft Chewy Caramels

Spritzee Nests

Layered Mint Candies

Delphox Wands (pretzel sticks dipped in fire colored chocolate with translucent colored sprinkles)

Marbled Orange Creamsicle Fudge

Lavender Fudge

Egg-Shaped Cookie Dough Truffles

Homemade Peanut Butter Cups

Sour Candy Drops (using the vintage candy machine molds of Staryu, Finneon, and Tynamo)

Chocolate Bunnery and Bunnelby

Pulled Taffy with Sea Salt (twenty eight flavors)

Pastel Chocolate Mint Patties

Ube Candy

Rose Water Brittle

Honeycomb (harvested from the local Combee farm that’s right next to the apple orchard Fritters the Appltun lives at)

Brigadeiros

Marzipan

Saffron Wepear lollipops

Lollipops (made with the same mixes at the Candy Drops)

Vanilla Fudge

Old Anville cream pull candy

#first post #bakery #sweetshop #pokemon #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #pokeblr #rotomblr #will be updated per season

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cozza-frenzy · 19 days

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I know some of y'all's tastes, but I'd love to know what everyone's favourite bands/artists/musical genres are. <3

Tough question to ask! For some of these we've gone for vibes more than solid genres; since we're all parts of what should be one personality, we're like a group of people that grew up together. So we've kind of narrowed it down to what music makes us think "X would like this" or "this is X's vibe", as well as a few songs they (sometimes exclusively) like. Terry Moods: Duality, contradiction, mix of soft & harsh sounds, pass the aux cord at your peril because it's going to get weird Genres: Experimental, Glitch, Prog Rock, House Music, Nu Disco, Vaporwave, Outsider Music Examples: Deuteronomy - Clair De Lune Pink Floyd - Brain Damage Blank Banshee - Eco Zones

Chaos Moods: Psychedelic, Chaotic, Bassy, bouncing-off-the-wall madness Genres: Hair Metal, Bass Music, Moombahton, Drum & Bass, Jungle, Plunderphonics Examples: Bassnectar feat. Amp Live - Ugly The Prodigy - No Good (Start The Dance) Extreme - Play With Me Taffy Moods: "Spacey" vibes, themes of isolation, distance, and nature Genres: Braindance, Psychedelic Rock, Prog Rock, Prog House, Ambient Examples: Greenhouse - levällään David Bowie - Space Oddity Peter Gabriel - Down To Earth Andy Moods: Hyperactive, colorful, happy and nostalgic Genres: Speedcore, Happy Hardcore, Chiptune, Bubblegum Pop, Rock Examples: Anamanaguchi - Endless Fantasy Furries In A Blender - Wind Me Up Galactikraken - Best Band In The Universe Roy Moods: Lust, anger, violence, dark and moody, lyrics about yearning to be understood Genres: Dubstep, Power Metal, Harsh Noise, Neurofunk, Metalcore Examples: Bring Me The Horizon - Can You Feel My Heart Powerwolf - The Sacrament Of Sin Cookie Monsta - Mosh Pit VIP Dagwood Moods: Party time! Anything that's catchy or good to sing along to; happy, nostalgic, with a sense of bringing people together Genres: Pop, Parody, Electro Swing, Jazz Examples: Dexys Midnight Runners - Come On Eileen Lionel Hampton - It Don't Mean a Thing (Jazz Reconstruction Club Mix) Weird Al Yankovic - My Bologna Martin Moods: Simple and comforting; songs that are good to sing along to or emphasize a sense of togetherness, simplicity, and nostalgia. Genres: Indie, Melodic Pop, Europop Examples: Sleeping At Last - North Sigur Ros - Hoppipolla ABBA - Mamma Mia Vivien Moods: A sense of longing, or waiting for better times. Also likes songs that are good to sing along to, maybe to overcome those feelings that form the "basis" of their tastes. Genres: Synth Pop, Alternative, Britpop, Disco, Glam Rock Examples: Gorillaz - Melancholy Hill Coldplay - Paradise Red Hot Chilli Peppers - Black Summer Jenova Moods: Soft acoustic guitar and drums, soft lyrics, magical and fey-like Genres: Alternative, Indie, Pop, Folk Examples: Nirvana - Something In The Way Dodie - Ready Now Loreena McKennitt - The Mummers' Dance Thirteen Moods: Heartbreak, loneliness, distance, but with a hopeful tone Genres: Alternative, Pop, Geek Rock, Prog Rock, Jazz Fusion Examples: The Cure - Just Like Heaven Ludo - Drunken Lament Journey - Faithfully

Roses Moods: Feeling dissatisfied, leaving things behind, soft 80's-style synths and heartfelt lyrics and melodies Genres: Electropop, City Pop, Synthwave, Synth Pop, Melodic Rock Examples: Magic Dance - Restless Nights Porter Robinson - Something Comforting The Killers - Human

#Adventures in OSDD #The Magbox Idiot Box

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wishywashypunmpkinsauce · 2 years

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The Berry Nice Beachday

Summary: The young ancients arrive in the Hollyberry Kingdom for a beach day!

Type: Fluff

(Excuse any spelling errors)

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The glorious morning sun beamed over the secluded Hollyberry kingdom. Its bright rays shone through the curtains of the forest’s dense thickets and into the windows of the last sleeping cookies. The majority of the kingdom has well and truly risen much before the sun, seeming to find it best to begin their days early to get more done. This is most likely why the Hollybery kingdom had the most export and supplies of all kingdoms. Added it was a chipper kingdom with vast resources, loving, caring, and hard-working cookies as well as a Queen who served them with as much love as they served her.

Currently, the final carriage arrived in the blessed jungle kingdom. Pure Vanilla cautiously found his footing as he stepped down from the carriage, thanking the driver as a few Hollyberrian guards moved the driver and steed to a different area. The young vanillian king turned, fixing his hat, and made his way into the main grounds of the monumental-sized castle. There were no large steeples or multi-colored sugar glass panes, no quiet mummer of calm voices as one wafting through the air. But maybe that’s why Pure Vanilla likes being at the Hollyberry kingdom so much, because it was so obscure to his own ruling that he found so much joy in exploring this unique kingdom. He looked up upon the large, pink-domed building, listening to the loud calls of Hollyberriens, and the soft drowning of babbling brooks. The study breeze that swayed his neatened bangs.

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“My dear beloveds, I am thrilled you could all arrive!”

The pink-haired queen marched into to open-air, summer ballroom. Making her presence well known as her shoes hit the cool white tiles. Smiling giddily as she hurried to greet the others. She wore pink bathers with white and yellow accents adorning the edges, showing off her strong, sturdy figure. A silky purple, transparent shawl lay over her shoulders. A wide-brimmed, pie-lined hat, fastened with a pink ribbon on her head. Her taffy-coloured hair was in a beautiful braid that reached the middle of her back, leaves, and ribbons decorating the creases. In her arms, was an 8-month-old RoyalBerry. The child already had a full head of silky pink hair which curled out from under his hat. Chubby arms waved about eagerly as he batted about a dragon stuffy. The child wore a pink and white stripy swimsuit which was a size bigger than him, but adorable none of the less. His wide babbling smile squished his cheeks and made him squint with joy. He let out more baby gurgles before mindlessly hiding his face in his mother’s brawn.

The four arriving ancients hurried to hug the plus-sized woman, once reaching the mid-point the 5 mushed together in a tight grasp. Letting out a string of greetings as soft kisses were given to the pink queen. Then finally, all attention was on the most important child ever to bless their lives. Little baby RoyalBerry, the pride of the Hollyberry kingdom, the firstborn son to the beautiful Hollyberry, and the cutest little baby to ever be born. The pink-haired babe gurgled with joy as he was passed from ancient to ancient, each giving soft forehead kisses to the child.

Golden Cheese, White Lily, and Pure vanilla squabbled over who got to hold the sweet baby, Golden Cheese used her ability of flight to her advantage, pocking her tongue out to the duo below. Going on about how much smarter she was than the pair, that was before she got zapped in the ass and squawked in surprise and pain. White Lily chortled with laughter, casting another spell to snatch the pink-haired babe.

Dark Cacao made his way over to the pink-haired, resting a gloved hand on her shoulder.

“HollyBerry dear, how have you been fairing?” he asked, pulling the pinkette into another tight squeeze. In return she leaned her weight on the other, allowing the purple king to hold her in his arms. Her body thanked the king for the moment of relaxation. Having only just experienced 9 months of carrying her babe was a lot, but even after Royalberry’s birth, she was still on her feet. The pink queen wasn’t complaining though, it was her choice to bear a child, and this was just a part of the process. That’s not to say there were moments where she flat out would pass out from exhaustion.

“Oh I have been as well as I can get in times like these, a little tired, a little sore, but I will be fine” She smiled into his chest, moving her arms the sit just on his waist. Hollyberry moved away and started to lift the large metal crest that the man carried on his shoulders. Lifting the cape off of him to remove the weight and to try to cool him down. Being from the snowy planes of the northern ridges, Cacao didn’t do well in the Hollyberry kingdom’s hot humid heats. But even though he began to melt in the blistering summer rays, he still made time to visit Hollyberry no matter the season. His face was hot and bothered and Hollyberry could see the sweat roll down his forehead. She carfuly slipped away the layer of armour and fabric, the stoic king did not once resit. Normal he would protest on how he would rather die than remove such an important image, but the kings anger seemed dormant. Instead, he leaned into the surprisingly cold hands of the woman. Giving a slight smile once the weight and heat were removed from his body.

Hollyberry stopped once she removed his gloves, assuming this was enough to keep him cool until the Queen got him into some bathers. Because there was no way in witches, she was going to let him sit under an umbrella and not step a foot into the water. If she had to; she would throw him in! He thanked her as he pressed another kiss to her forehead and right on time, the other 3 ancients returned with the baby. Lily having won the battle of the babe, squishing his chubby cheeks lightly and booping his nose.

“All right you sweaty bastards, let’s get you lot into sometime cooler and go swimming!” The Queen struck a sassy pose, looking at the others with stars in her eyes. The group only jittered with excitement as they followed the other through the long halls of the Hollyberry palace. The group finally ended up in the Queen mothers bedroom. Hollyberry made her way over to the walk-in closet and disappeared while the others waited for her return. Golden cheese snatched RoyalBerry from White Lilys grasp and toppled over onto the huge, marshmallow-like bed. The young prince giggled loud in response.

Pure Vanilla leaped onto the bed, struggling a bit to fight the waves of blankets that fought him off. Eventually, he made it to where Golden Cheese and White Lily had been engulfed by the large, pink covers. RoyalBerry was gurgling slightly, drool running down his cheek as he gawked at the three olders. The blonde haired king moved the place a delicate hand on the babe, running soft circles into Royalberry’s back.

Cacao then appeared from the sea of red and gave a soft smile, running an exposed hand over the sheets and to the happy baby. Royalberry slapped the chocolate king’s hand a few times before latching on and drooling over them. Chewing on the calloused fingers with not a thought in the world. A soft smile appeared on the stoics kings face, a kind of face that yeared the love of this baby. “He’s still got the baby fever ay!” Golden cheese remarked as she sniggered under her breath. The chocolate king snapped his head towards the avian queen with a very unimpressed look on his face. The kind of look you gave to an idiot who told you Earthbread was actually in the shape of a cookie, just more dramatized. But in Dark Cacaos’ eyes, he was looking at an idiot so the reason behind the look was supported. “Oh shut your yapper you glittery penguin” He snapped jokingly, grasping the pink haired baby, and pulling him into his lap. Earning whines from the others to return the babe to the middle.

The group stayed on the bed until the queen reappeared from the depth of the closet, multiple pairs of bathers folded in her arms.

“Now I got these custom-made, so they keep you comfy but cool” The Queen started, making her way towards the bed, and sitting down beside Golden cheese. Giving the avian queen a peck on the head. The golden-haired snapped up and grabbed the set of bathers clearly meant for her. Leaping off the bed and changing right there. The other 3 happily scooched over (pure vanilla and white Lily having to fight their way out of the bed sheets again) the queen handed them their respected bathers before they too went to change.

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“Woo Petals! Looking mighty nice there” Golden Cheese squawked from where she was. White Lily in return, threw her staff directly at avian queens face, bonking her right in the nose.

“And these bathers are super comfy, I might as well trade up my clothes for these” The golden-haired complimented the berry queen, leaping up and pressing a tender kiss against the other woman’s temples.

Golden Cheese had a simple top and bottom. Quite similar to her usual clothing but made from a strange but extremely comfy and waterproof material only made in the Hollyberry kingdom. As no other kingdom really went swimming let alone on a daily basis. The top was white in colour but with teal accents adorning the ruffles and sleeves. The bottoms were yellow and white, pant/skirt-like things.

White Lily had a full-body suit with a skirt-like fabric over the pants. It was a stripy green and white outfit with sleeves that reach her elbows. White Lily was content with the bathers, finding them extremely comfy.

Pure Vanilla and Dark Cacao would have the same outfit if it weren't for the colour and a few minor things. Such as Pure Vanilla having a blue and white stripy set of baths

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The water was beautiful. Perfect temperature for a swim. Hollyberry raced down a side pier to a spot in the water she knew was deep and cannonballed in. She hit the bottom and felt around the sand before pushing her legs up and shooting up to the surface again. Splashing the group with water as she came up. They made it to the sandy shores where a picnic-like area had already been up. The berry queen hauled herself from the water, snorting some water out of her nose and sitting on the damper parts of the sand. Getting comfy under the suns bright rays. Pure Vanilla was the first to win the running race between him a golden cheese by some miraculous chance. Dark Cacao and White Lily came up behind the two as they squabbled. Dark Cacao still hot and bothered purfulously sweating but seemed better than he was before. White Lily was holding Royal Berry as the she quietly spoke in babble towards the baby. The two came down to sit under the shade of the umbrella.

The pinkette took a deep breath of fresh air.

“Royalberry’s first swim and I have this moment to share with my beloveds,” The queen thought happily. Taking pleasure from the warmth of the sun kissing her paled skin. She frowned at how pale she had gotten over the year, being away from the sun for some time did horrors to her skin tone. Her usually golden brown was somewhat more almond in colour, much paler than she liked. So today was a great day to regain her colours.

The queen was soon toppled out of her thoughts are three figures bombarded her. Dragging her into the water, laughing while doing so. She dived under the cool surface and escaped her offenders. Hollyberry surfaced, seeing Golden Cheese and White Lily in the middle of a water battle, poor pure Vanilla being caught right in the center with no means of defense. Hollyberry looked over to the beach again, Dark Cacao was under the shade, babe in hands. Completely smitten with the small creature.

The mother smiled warmly as she exited the water again and made it up towards the Cacao king. Curling up next to him as she stroked her son’s soft hair.

“You know Cacao, today will be Royalberry’s first time in the lagoon” She smiled warmly as she ran her other hand over Dark Cacao’s back before running her fingers through the onyx hair. The Cacaoin king turned his eyes down to the woman, a look of surprise present.

“Would you like to take him into the water Cacao?” She asked politely, playing with the strands of hair mindlessly. Watching over both her son on Dark Cacao with steady eyes.

“I would love to” He began nervously “but...” He trailed off, looking down into the water where the other three were still play fighting. Golden Cheese and White Lily now ganging up on Pure Vanilla as the blond struggled to dive to the safety under the water.

“But what?” Hollyberry asked, sitting up to face the other.

“What if I hurt him? What if I’m not careful and something happens to him!? What if-” Hollyberry pressed her finger to his lip which quietened the frantic king.

“But nothing, there is nothing you can do to hurt Royalberry, plus if you truly feel this scared, I will be right by your side the entire time!” She gave a warm smile which seemed to calm Dark Cacao down.

“Are you sure you don’t want to” He asked, Holly berry only chuckled.

“Dark Cacao cookie, Royalberry has had a lot of firsts. I want you to be the one with him when he has his first swim.” She placed her hands on his, then Royalberry slapped his hands down as well. Gurgling lights, speaking to himself.

“But aaaaaaah” He started up again, stuttering as he tried to think of an excuse for why he would be the worst candidate for the job.

“Wouldn’t Golden Cheese want to have the honors?”

“Goli’s had her first, she got to have his first flight. Lily got to have his first crawl and nilla got his first laugh.” She rebutted with a smile.

“But if you don’t too, I can always make the others fight for the honor” She gave another cheeky grin, standing up and giving him a peck on the lips. That seemed to persuade the stoic king enough to make his way toward the water.

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Got a little lazy towards the end but eh, i hope you like it:)

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bellatheinkdemon · 6 months

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A Cookie Run Oc dump!

First of is Pink Taffy Cookie!

They're a jester that's REALLY flexible, and can bend their body to do cool tricks. They also have the ability to switch their mask to show different expression. No-one knows how they do it, they just can.

Cookies that meet Pink Taffy Cookie also wonder what they look like underneath the mask, however, no-one knows. And since Pink Taffy Cookie completely covers their body, their actual identity besides their name is really unknown. Some Cookies even theorize that they're not even a Cookie. Of course, no-one can confirm nor debunk it.

Next is actually a redesign of an old Oc, Banded Coral Shrimp Cookie! (Right is the old design)

He still accidentally scare some Cookie due to his appearance, but he's still an absolute sweetheart. He has a mixed-up sleep schedule (Due to actual Banded Coral Shrimps being nocturnal.) So he sometimes works at night and sleeps in the day and vice versa.

And now finally, Langue de Chat's older sister, Ladyfingers Cookie!

She's a therapist that usually works out of town. It's really hard to make her mad, so she really calm and collective. She also has a secret thing for noodles. Any food that contains noodles and she will eat that all up.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run oc #langue de chat cookie #Pink Taffy Cookie #Banded Coral Shrimp Cookie #Ladyfingers Cookie

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rainy-writes · 7 months

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Hi rainy!

I would love to request something with yandere whump

have all the cookies as encouragement <33

Sure thing!

Sorry this took so long, I was looking for inspiration and finally found it! :3

Like It Or Not

Hero sat on the roof of a building, looking at their phone and sighing. So much crime, and they were only one hero. It was so stressful, but someone needed to do it.

They put away their phone, stretching and preparing to jump into action, when they suddenly felt a sharp pinch in their shoulder, and everything faded to black...

“Hero~? Hero, wakey wakey~!”

Hero woke up, their eyelids fluttering as they tried to stretch, before they found that they were tied to a dentist’s chair with neon pink rope. Before them was Supervillain, wearing their usual pink leotard, long magenta gloves, and long magenta boots, with long, greenish-blue hair.

They walked up to Hero, giggling, and waved. “You looked so tired back there, I thought I’d help you rest!”

“Supervillain! Let me go!” Hero struggled against their restraints, but nothing was working. Supervillain just smiled, and leaned in closer.

“You need a break, my darling Hero. And if you won’t let yourself rest, I’ll just have to swoop in to save you~”

They hummed, injecting Hero with some sort of paralyzing serum, untying Hero, and carrying them to another room. “I hope you like makeovers~”

“Wha-?” Supervillain was supposed to be scary, an eldritch horror in a mortal body, scourge of the city... and they were kidnapping them for a makeover?

Supervillain brought them to a chair in front of a mirror, then picked out some expensive makeup. “Close your eyes, darling~!”

Hero sat still as Supervillain gave them a makeover, although they were still a little confused. “Why are you doing this?”

“Because you deserve to be looked after, dear. You’ve had such an awful time, you deserve a break! To stay with your best nemesis, forever~”

“Forever?!” Hero opened their eyes, but Supervillain was nowhere to be seen. They suddenly felt gentle hands on their shoulders, giving them a massage.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe here, Hero~” They looked at themself in the mirror. Supervillain did do an amazing job with their makeup... but they had kidnapped them! “Let me go!”

Supervillain sighed, lifting them up into another bridal carry. “I guess you’re just going to have to get used to this, hm?”

They carried Hero to another room, placing them in some sort of pod before closing the lid and pushing a button. It filled up with bright pink foam, squeezing Hero in, and the rest of the pod filled with a mixture of sleeping gas and perfume. “Nighty night, my darling~”

The last thing they saw was Supervillain, waving and smiling as they drifted off.

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zpl1nt3r3d-b0n3-zhardz · 1 year

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cute themed pronouns!!

cute/cutes/cuteself

cutesy/cutesys/cutesyself

adorb/adorbs/adorbself

adorable/adorables/adorableself

cutie/cuties/cutieself

pretty/prettys/prettyself

lace/laces/laceself

ribbon/ribbons/ribbonself

silk/silks/silkself

sweet/sweets/sweetself

charm/charms/charmself

pup/pups/pupself

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pearl/pearls/pearlself

pink/pinks/pinkself

dainty/daintys/daintyself

fluffy/fluffys/fluffyself

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kid/kids/kidself

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stuffie/stuffies/stuffieself

play/plays/playself

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tiny/tinys/tinyself

flower/flowers/flowerself

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buddy/buddys/buddyself

silly/sillys/sillyself

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handsome/handsomes/handsomeself

pretty/prettys/prettyself

tutu/tutus/tutuself

skirt/skirts/skirtself

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cake/cakes/cakeself

frosting/frostings/frostingself

taffy/taffys/taffyself

loll/lollip/lollipopself

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val/vals/valself

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doe/does/doeself

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crayon/crayons/crayonself

fem/fems/femself

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angel/angels/angelself

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X3/X3/X3SELF

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#neo pronoun #list of pronouns #neo pronouns #noun pronouns #nounself pronouns #pronoun shopping list #pronoun suggestions #<3 #xenopronouns #pronoun list #pronouns #neopronoun list #neopronouns #neoprns #themed neopronouns #cute pronouns

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hunterwritesstuff · 12 hours

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List?

I'll list the ones I can remember

Chocolate Chip Cookie

Goat Milk Cookie

Sugar Cookie

Dark Choco Macadamia Nut Cookie

Moss Cookie

Apple Crisp Cookie

Papyrus Cookie

Snickerdoodle Cookie

S'mores Cookie

Saltwater Taffy Cookie

Choco Lavender Teacake Cookie

Mirror Cookie

Choco Cream Centaur Cookie

Veridian Spearmint Cookie

Morningstar Cookie

Vanilla Cupcake Cookie

Borealis Sherbet Dragon Cookie

Sleepytime Dragon Cookie

Death Warden Cookie

Shooting Star Cookie

Juniper Cookie

Starburst Cookie

Static Sculk Cookie

Shade Cookie

Shortbread Cookie

Glitched Marshmallow Cookie

Blue Raspberry Knight Cookie

Chrono Fragment Cookie

Grape Overture Cookie

Strawberry Trifle Cookie

Choco Cherry Cookie

Lemon Zest Cookie

Creme Brulle Cookie

Starfruit Ice Cream Cookie

Caramel Cage Cookie

Coconut Cookie

Coral Cove Cookie

Pink Velvet Cookie

Kitchen Sink Cookie

Rainbow Sherbet Cookie

Nightmare Cookie

Dreamsicle Cookie

Smoked Gouda Cheese Cookie

English Stilton Cheese Cookie

Biscotti Cookie

Shadow Cookie

Inky Experiment Cookie(Subject to change)

Blueberry Cream Cookie

So yeah. I HAVE A LOT.

#hunter screams #not writing #hunter's ocs #cookie run ocs #my ocs #I'm not fucking tagging all of these #hunter's aus

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twofrontteethstillcrooked · 2 years

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Suptober 21 Oct.: Haunted

After taking the tiniest possible nibble of his own cookie, Cas asked, under his breath, "Have you checked with the…you know?"

Dean's expression dimmed. "Oh. Right. Well, no time like the present."

deancas first kiss

"You could eat a cookie, right?" Dean asked, and didn't wait for an answer before turning back to the woman behind the candy counter and saying, "We'll take two of the monster ones."

Cas kept perusing the other shelves in the shop. He was not overly well informed about candy – he'd never had much reason to be, even in the last few years – and was astonished at how many types came in bizarre packaging, like test tubes or miniature treasure chests or tins the shape of horror movie villain's heads. (Dean had already decided to buy one shaped like a demented clown doll to torment Sam with.) Jack loved nougats and anything else chewy; Cas wondered if he'd like something called salt water taffy. It apparently came in many "unique and seasonal flavors," including candy corn and vampire fang.

Cas had tried candy corn before. Vampire fang would have to be an improvement.

"Would you like to pick out the cookies you want?" the woman asked Dean.

He shook his head. "Nope, whichever ones you give us are fine."

"I'll get you two with lips then," the woman said, which struck Cas as a credibly psychotic thing to say.

He was still unprepared for the cookie Dean handed him with glee: it was round and frog green, with a face made from buggy candy eyes and a neon pink puckered candy mouth.

Cas struggled to find an appropriate response. "Thank you?"

"You are welcome." Dean put his whole cookie into his mouth and ate it in one bite.

After taking the tiniest possible nibble of his own cookie, Cas asked, under his breath, "Have you checked with the…you know?"

Dean's expression dimmed. "Oh. Right. Well, no time like the present."

He pulled Cas into a tight corner by a case displaying a large selection of squishy and colorful brains, worms, and spiders, and took one of his smaller EMF meters out of his inner jacket pocket. Cas looked back at the counter. Neither of the shop employees were paying attention to them. Dean waved the meter around, somewhat desultorily. It remained silent.

Dean looked only somewhat disappointed, to Cas's surprise. "Ah well."

Cas raised an eyebrow. "In the news article, the owner said she usually saw the ghost in the kitchen." Dean nodded. "We're not in the kitchen," Cas prompted.

"Okay," Dean said, like he'd been talked into something.

Cas went over to the cash register to pay for the cookies, tin, and an apple decorated with chocolate that looked like a mummy's wrappings. Dean edged up beside him and gave the counter woman a wide smile. It struck Cas as a particularly unconvincing smile; Dean's eyes seemed flat. But Dean was, of course, still handsome, and Cas had witnessed plenty of women be completely besotted by one of his smiles under almost any circumstance.

This woman was no exception. "Yes?"

"The signs say you make thirty-five flavors of taffy, but I only see a dozen out here," Dean said.

She lit up. "The others are in the back. Would you like to sample something specific?"

"You make everything in-house back there?" Dean deflected, pointing over her shoulder to the large open kitchen that took up the rest of the store.

"We do. Come back and see." She walked away and Dean followed.

Cas occupied himself with the offerings near the cash register, biting down against something itchy at the back of his throat. The woman and Dean returned quickly.

"You know me, I love banana," Dean said in a rushed way, to nobody in particular. He added a handful of taffies to Cas's pile and the cashier counted them before putting them in a white paper sack.

Dean swept past Cas again, eyes averted.

The cashier said, "That'll be $10.28." When Cas handed her a twenty dollar bill, she counted out his change and handed it across the counter. "You guys live here long?"

It was the sort of friendly, small town question Cas was used to being asked, even if he wasn't sure why it was a thing people asked. "A few years," he said.

"It's a great town to raise a family in," the woman said, sincere like she knew something about him.

Well, maybe she did; she wasn't wrong, anyway.

"It is," Cas agreed, thinking of Jack and Sam and Eileen back at the bunker playing a tabletop game involving trolls from planet Zoobubble. He also thought of Dean.

He made himself smile goodbye at the cashier. He took his sack of sugar and joined Dean by the door. Dean had an odd look in his eyes – warm, but maybe unsure.

They left and began the half mile walk back to the bunker.

"So," Cas said after a few minutes. They came to a rest beneath a large oak that was going gold at the tips of its leaves, with a thousand glossy brown acorns scattered around its roots. "No ghosts in there after all."

"Nah." Dean kicked around a few especially crunchy leaves.

"If it makes the current owner happy to believe the old owner is still overseeing taffy production, I don't believe it hurts anyone." Cas took in Dean's nervous posture. "Dean."

"Yeah." Dean looked up and saw Cas looking back; his expression softened.

"You didn't really think the store was haunted, did you." Cas tipped his head. "You just wanted some candy?"

"Yep," Dean said, and Cas was immediately struck by one thought: Dean was not telling the whole truth. A small, harmless lie.

Something warm tickled its way into Cas's hands. He put the sack on the ground at his feet.

"Dean," Cas said, looking up at him. "Are you ever going to kiss me?"

Dean's pupils dilated instantly, leaving much less green in his eyes. "I…" He swallowed. "Would you like me to?"

Cas nodded, leaning toward him.

It was good, he thought, that he didn't technically need to breathe, because Dean was suddenly kissing him like they were both drowning. He pushed Cas against the tree trunk and Cas held onto him for dear life, Dean's mouth as hot and sweet as a whole store's worth of confections.

When Dean finally eased back, Cas chased his mouth to give him a softer kiss.

"I like going on walks with you," he said. "But you don't have to have a whole pretense to be alone with me. Or to kiss me. If that helps anything."

Dean closed his eyes for a short laugh and put his forehead against Cas's shoulder. He raised his head again and gave Cas an equally soft kiss. "Good to know," he said, a beautiful flush rising across the tops of his cheeks.

He pressed nearer, shivering when Cas's fingertips grazed the small of his back beneath his flannel shirt. A brisk little breeze whipped around the sheltering tree and the two people holding each other beneath it. They finished walking back to the bunker hand in hand. Eventually.

#suptober22 #deancas #destiel #spn #fic #snippetfic #suptober

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