#Cookie Run Kingdom X Reader

[shionszz]

*Rubs hands together evily* sage DONT know it yet but hes my make wife..please let me make him dizzy with kisses

anon, what have you done...

[hadaldemon-nsft]

Tamest question on this nsft page lol but Does our lovely darling sage of truth named the baby? She looks so small! :O

Warning: this post is sft but the blog is considered nsft, you have been warned before checking the rest of the blog.

hmmm I guess not because, honestly, I didn't put much thought on the baby design, not even the name or gender 😅

I have tried to come up with something that could be fitting for SoT's child but the only things that were coming to me were names like blueberry star cookie, truthful cream cookie er... true yogurt cookie?¿?¿ lol had to look around for some time just to see if anything would come to mind and a name did stick to me.

How about "Sparkleberry cream cookie"? A sparkleberry seems to be some kind of wild blueberry and the "sparkle" part i guess could fit sage because of his hair? There is an item called sparkleberry jam and its icon it's some kind of demonic berry lol kinda fit the little hair horns I have put. Maybe this name could fit for the child of any version of Shadow Milk?

Also, the baby could look like this?

Of course, this is all more of a suggestion, you can use any name, gender or design for the baby if you wish.

Frankly I didn't plan to do anything with the baby XD

[brittle-doughie]

Y/N Cookie might not hold grudges but that doesn’t mean their subjects won’t protect their Sovereign from the cookies that have hurt them…

Choco Tart could finally breathe once the attacks stopped, the three Cookies looming over her go to leave the room.

△ “And don’t think of showing your face around my heavenly’s again. Their happiness is what I want to see the most!”

△ “I’ll crumble you in their name if you come back!”

△ “SO NEVER COME BACK!”

Choco Tart goes to leave, but not before giving the three a defiant look over her shoulder.

△”Hey….I mixed dough with your Sovereign.”

She slams the door shut.

[gigidraws13]

F!Y/n Cookie Disguise-REDESIGN COSTUME

I figured F! Y/n would take on a disguise form in order not to draw too much attention due to her height and overall stand out appearance, but at the same time still looking like a Radiant person.

+ ( interaction with Shadow milk cookie)

[beast3end]

Happy birthday, my dear~

Summary: You were born as a soul jam for Virtue. You are their friend, mentor, and guiding light. You are closer than any other of the Virtues. You are the light, and they are your protectors. Characters: platonic!shadow milk & reader; platonic!burning spice & reader; platonic!mystic flour & reader; platonic!eternal sugar & reader. WC: 2,5k CW: gn!reader; there may be mistakes in the text because English is not my native language; light of knowledge!reader is very chatty; light of Change!reader is a bit toxic; Silent Salt will be added after their release.

The general beginning:

For the first time you wake up in someone else's arms: the heat scorches your cold body, and a quiet whisper penetrates into your very core, resonating, filling to the brim.

A figure made of the purest light is smiling — you can feel it because thin lips are touching your… body. Or something that can be considered one.

You don't remember anything, you're the snow-white first snow on the mountain tops: just as untouched and innocent.

But you know that this is not a kiss — life itself is being breathed into you.

"Nice to meet you, my dear," a voice sounds like the tinkling of bells. "I hope someday you will find the strength to forgive me. This is the best uniform I could make for you."

You want to reassure her that everything is fine. You can't move to stroke her warm light. You're shouting that you're not mad. But nothing works. Her don't hear you, or maybe they just ignore you. You can't understand — you can't see someone else's face.

"You will become a companion and a support for one cookie. Lead them by lighting their way with your power—don't let them get lost in what awaits them."

You swear, but your oath hangs in the air, unheard.

When her palms approach the baking tray, you see them: have cookies, sleeping peacefully and waiting in the wings. Four of them are decorated with large stones that began to twinkle and hum more and more the closer you got.

You got it.

You're just like them.

And you are destined the last cookie, still deprived of stone, future light.

It's like love at first sight.

Your body is heating up more and more with every second, now not you who's being burned, but about you. The impatience to cling to someone who would become your legs and arms almost sizzled inside you.

"Happy birthday, my dear light ◆◆◆◆◆◆…"

Shadow Milk:

Before he saw the other Virtues; before he heard the voice of the Witch of Life… His consciousness is shuddering from your excited voice, shouting "hello!!"

It was the speedrun of Virtue's acquaintance with his soul jam, congratulations to him.

He quickly realizes what it means to be a Virtue of Knowledge. You're quite talkative.

No, it's not like that.

You literally won't shut up.

"Shadow, what is this?" "Shadow, what do you think, how to do this?" "Shadow, why do they do it this way?"

Probably, if you had been in the wrong hands, everything would have ended badly. The same Burning Spice is not very patient — Shadow Milk has more than once caught moments when he openly cursed with his souljam. But he's not like that! In fact, being a Fount of Knowledge, he was delighted with your every question. You knew how to find a gap in everything and turn everything upside down.

Shadow Milk is a curious cookie. Curiosity was baked before he was — after all, how else can you gain knowledge without having an ounce of curiosity? But you're literally on another level. Maybe it's because you're not a cookie; maybe it's because you're the purest quintessence of what he's supposed to bring to the world. The question that was just beginning to form on his tongue, you already voiced it as if it were your breath.

Sometimes even the night itself wasn't a hindrance to you. You buzzed and scratched his mind from the inside, your insistent whisper of "Shadow, Shadow" pulled him out of the world of dreams.

"What is..?" "If we burn circles of filling, limiting and drawing mana from the moonlight on the bottom of the jug, we can make the jug fill on our own, but so that the contents do not spill out from the edges?" "There is only enough space at the bottom of the jug for two circles…" "And if we combine circles of restriction and mana drawing? Half of the symbols echo each other, and they also have a similar energy flow structure!" "…" "…" "It's useless, but let's try" "Yay, yes!!"

Without waiting for dawn, the Fount of Knowledge went to the library. He was looking for books that could be useful, and you remembered every article about double magic circles: how they work, what needs to be considered, how it affects the effectiveness of the spell.

Shadow Milk hated the session season as much as the students hated them. But he had one advantage that they didn't have: you.

"I don't know who wrote this nonsense, but he clearly has the brains of a chocolate frog." "Who do you have to be to confuse the circle of teleportation with the circle of summoning? Brave! Instead of escaping, this cookie will be able to throw her Pokemon into danger." "I don't know what kind of potion this cookie was trying to make, but it's tea. Shadow, don't laugh! It looks like tea, smells like tea, and I'm sure it tastes like tea too!.. Are you seriously drinking this?!"

The longer he lived, the more authoritative his words were. Every year, fewer and fewer cookies appeared ready to challenge him — they simply retreated, admitting defeat in an argument that had not even begun. This annoyed Shadow Milk. It annoyed you.

In the end, you were the only one who dared to try to change his mind about one thing or another. It wasn't always successful, but sometimes you won over him!

Eternal Sugar:

You didn't talk to her right away.

When Sugar of Happiness asks itself, "How can I make cookies happy?" you ask immediately, without hesitation, "What would make you happy yourself?"

Sugar of Happiness doesn't know. She, who had just been born, born for the mission of making others happy, did not know what happiness was.

"It's okay," you reassure her in a soft, warm voice. Your voice is gentle and caring, like a cloud of cotton candy, and Sugar of Happiness feels the anxiety dissipate in an instant. "We can figure this out together. Step by step. That's going to be our priority right now, because only a happy cookie can make everyone else happy, right?"

And that's how your journey began.

You pulled her along to meet the sunset on the hill. You offered her to try every food she could lay her eyes on. When you saw how some cookies taught young cookies to draw, you pushed her to test themselves in this.

Not every one of your ideas was successful. During some classes, the Sugar of Happiness fell asleep, she didn't like something else, and in the third she just couldn't see what you saw. And with every failure, you felt as if a crack appeared on your body, even though it wasn't.

"We've just wasted our time…" you muttered with guilt in your voice. Instead, you could have tried to find something else that would definitely make Sugar of Happiness happy! "I don't think so," Sugar of Happiness herself sings with a smile. "After all, we realized that it doesn't make me happy, right?"

In the end, the first thing that finally aroused interest in Sugar of Happiness is playing musical instruments. She was especially good at lyra. Sometimes she would sit in the town square and gather a crowd of cookies listening to her play. And you… as if under hypnosis, you started singing.

When this happens for the first time, Sugar of Happiness feels the lightness in her dough, as well as the warmth curling somewhere in the center of her chest. You notice it right away. Now, every time her fingers pluck the strings of the lyre, you sing. Only for her.

When the Garden of sweet Delights is ready, you congratulate her. The first step in realizing your mission has been accomplished. Now it's a small matter.

You are surprised to notice that Sugar of Happiness imitates you: she greets each cookie with a gentle, gentle voice; she helps each one find something to do in the Garden that makes the cookie happy. Someone likes to take care of flowers, someone likes to bake, someone has a rich imagination and a silver tongue.

She gives her all for the sake of others, stopping only when you insist on rest.

After all, Sugar's of Happiness mission is to make cookies happy, and yours is to make Sugar of Happiness happy.

Mystic Flour:

While the other Virtues managed to establish contact with their soul jams, you remained silent.

Mystic Flour felt your invisiblepresence. The power that you shared with her when she fulfilled the wish of another cookie was warm. But this feeling you of watching and studying her froze her fingers so much that sometimes she couldn't even bend them.

Anxiety ate the Mystic Flour from the inside out: don't you accept her? Maybe you're not rejecting her completely just because you two are connected because of the witches.

On the other hand, you were… at a complete loss.

Mystic Flour was a kind, gentle, and generous cookie. You, who were born as a guiding light for her, were just a ridiculous flicker of a candle. Flour itself was the light that one could blindly follow.

But at some point, it became impossible to remain silent. The cookies that followed her sometimes annoyed you with their frivolous desires. This time, as many as three of them clung to the Mystic Flour at the same time — everyone was sure that it was he who should be listened to first, and the rest could wait.

Mystic Flour stood and watched the growing dispute, anxiously shifting her gaze from one cookie to another. It was at this moment, when her discomfort level began to go through the roof, that she heard you: "Straighten your back and lift your chin higher. Relax your shoulders and don't look into your eyes, look at they forehead. It'll make you less nervous. And then tell them to calm down, otherwise none of their wishes will be fulfilled."

Your voice is clear and unbiased. Maybe a little commanding, but firm and confident. This confuses her even more than the scolding of cookies, which is why she follows your instructions without a second thought.

"You should remember," you continue when the situation has calmed down. "These cookies have come to ask you for a wish, not the other way around. You have the right to refuse the stupid, you have the right to ignore the overly arrogant."

You weren't very talkative. You only made yourself known at certain moments, giving advice on how to behave to Mystic Flour in certain situations. Sometimes meager praise was what Flour expected when she did what you were just about to ask.

You realized what your mission was as a soul jam. You were supposed to be the inner core of the Mystic Flour. Make the right image out of her soft dough, so that they can't look down on her, and send her to the oven so that this image doesn't crumple under the impact. The main thing is not to let her lose this kindness and sincerity.

"We should make a temple in the mountains," you insist, when Mystic Flour chooses a place for his temple. "The higher, the better. Maybe then there will be fewer fools, and there will be more worthy fulfillment of desires. Let them think whether it's so important in the face of a ladder of a thousand steps."

Burning Spice:

The way you first made yourself known was not by talking. At that moment, there was a battle going on against the monsters — Burning Spice was trying to protect the village that sheltered him and the rest of the Virtues. He was about to strike with a parashu when the ground beneath his right foot changed, turning into quicksand. Before he could react, he stumbled absurdly, and a second monster flew over his head, which he did not notice, and bit the neck of the one Spice was going to cut down.

"Oh Witches," your doomed voice rang out, full of suffering. "My cookie is an idiot!"

Any one of the Virtues, watching they friend, was sure that he did not get along with his soul jam at all. Every time he addressed you, it was more like an endless, incessant argument.

It's not just his fault. You've been adding fuel to the fire too. "You can't really protect yourself." Your voice is mocking and snide, Burning Spice is sure that if you had a mouth, you would have bared your teeth in a wide grin. "Then how are you going to protect others?"

He had to listen to it after every battle, when he returned with serious wounds, and sometimes even almost crumbled. Stupid, weak, stubborn — you hit his sore spots with a vengeance, picking at the wounds and penetrating under the crust like the most terrible virus. He didn't want to admit it, he hated to admit it, but you were right.

Hard training wasn't the only thing he did. He fought tirelessly every day with his only opponent, you. And this battlefield was different from the battles against monsters. You didn't try to hurt him, but every little victory you win is a humiliation for him.

When a small stone falls on his head, the impact is stronger than it should be. "What is it?" you giggle when Burning Spice tries to lift that stone, but it doesn't work. "You don't have enough strength? And I said that you need to develop fine motor skills!" "How is this related?!" "You'll spend a couple of weeks modeling clay and you'll understand! Or you won't understand—I just remembered who I'm talking to, haha!"

Burning with rage and indignation, he follows your words — he must prove that your words are utter nonsense! But time passes and Burning Spice realizes that the parashu begins to feel different: he feels where it is more convenient to grab so that the base does not slip, as well as how to keep the balance of the weapon. His movements become clearer and his punches more precise. It makes him even angrier.

Damn clay modeling!

One day, his patience bursts like a soap bubble. He bites you. Trying to bite through, well, or at least cause just a small crack. Anything! Instead, he feels you vibrating against his teeth because you're laughing. "Oh witches, what are you trying to achieve?!" you scratch somewhere inside him, testing how much he will last. "If I could be broken so easily, I would have already broken, considering how often you fall!" "And for who am I falling?!" "I'm developing mindfulness in you, since the witches have deprived you of brains! Since there is no strategy when you rush into battle, then be kind enough to at least pay attention to the situation around you!"

When the first temple is being built for him, you are silent. Burning Spice feels his dough itch with a sense of emptiness: he was so used to your caustic comments that the silence seemed uncomfortable. Unpleasant. Alien. He never contacted you first—it was always you, your advice, and your jabs at his weaknesses.

"Are there any complaints again?" snorts Burning Spice, leaning back against a pillar. You don't answer. "Hey? Knock knock, is the splinter in touch?" You're still silent. "If you answer me, I'll jump out of the window."

He always knew that even though you were like that, you were worried about him. You expressed it in her own way. Your banter has always been aimed solely at making him stronger. And if you were too soft… he would just brush off your words.

"Have pity on the poor cookies," you say without enthusiasm. "Anyone is traumatized by the sight of some fool jumping out of a fourth-floor window." "It's the first time you've been silent for so long." "I was thinking." "About what?" "Perhaps my presence is no longer necessary. Maybe you can handle it without me now."

There's silence at first, and then Burning Spice laughs, loud and raucous, so that it takes his breath away. "This is the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life!" You hum in displeasure on his chest. "If it wasn't for you, I would have turned into crumbs back then, on the first day of our baking!"

You're silent, now considering his words.

"This temple was built for me. What do you think?" "…I think it's too luxurious for someone like you." "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

You're mumbling awkwardly. Burning Spice can feel the warmth spreading through he body from the dough touching you. "Congratulations, Spice. You've grown a lot during this time and you deserve it all."

[ghoulchicks]

It's getting dark, and they were in the middle of their traveling, so they had to find a place to stay for the night.

Give grandpa a break!

[redr0sewrites]

overstim with shmilk...... maybe...?

hed try to overstimulate us and overstimulate himself in the process sighhhh hes going at it till it hurts for him to cum but it's so good that he just can't stop

🌀 A/n: classes r finally over and now i can lock in and write again i love my life

🌀 Cw: smut, afab reader, overstimulation, possessiveness, mating press, begging

🌀 dividers

"hnngh... hah-"

Shadow Milk Cookies' moans rise up an octave as his dick slides deeper into the soaking mass of your pretty cunt. you've long since lost count of how many times you've both cum, but he barely stutters before pushing himself impossibly deeper. you've been going at it for what must be hours, as your lover was absolutely certain that he could overstimulate you before losing control himself. however, he seems to have overestimated his abilities, as you can already see his mocking facade beginning to crumble in pleasure.

the nasty squelch of your cunt clenching around his cock with each thrust overwhelms your senses, accompanied by the vast assortment of profanities spewing from Shadow Milk Cookies lips. with each dutiful thrust inside your aching pussy, a newfound rush of curses and whines emerges from your lovers' mouth, gracing your ears in his lack of decorum. the usually so-composed and mocking Beast of Deceit was practically crumbling above you, spewing wanton nonsense as he fucked you both stupid.

sly hands trail up his back and tangle in his hair, giving a sharp tug and pulling his head back. he's got you pinned down to the bed, but the exposure of his neck grants you newfound opportunity. you lean in and press wet, sloppy kisses over his collarbone, traveling upwards to the curve of his jaw and the hollow of his throat. Shadow Milk Cookie hisses softly as you nip at the junction of his neck, his hips suddenly rolling languidly against yours as his thighs tremble. your met with the unmistakable sensation of being filled as Shadow Milk Cookie cums again, his entire body quivering as his release washes over him- and yet, he doesn't stop. he fucks his seed deeper and deeper into your cunt, moaning girlishly as fat tears trickle down his cheeks. the mess between your legs is a sight to behold, with both of your fluids smudged across your thighs and stomach.

"hhah- hnghh fuck, sso- sso fucking- ngh- soaked..." Shadow Milk mumbles incoherently, barely pausing as he slams his mushroom tip deeper inside of you. you let out a mewl of pleasure, squirming in his hold as his hands hook beneath your thighs, throwing your legs up over his shoulders and effectively folding you in half. the new position allows him to reach impossibly deeper, and you feel as though your mind is turning into mush. still, you manage to retain a bit more coherency than your lover, who babbles and mewls as you clench around him.

Shadow Milk Cookie stares at you with hearts practically floating in his eyes, unrelenting in his thrusts. his abused cock pracically burns with overstimulation, but he won't- can't stop. you feel so good, like you both are meant to fit together, and if he could spend eternity's fucking you into oblivion, Shadow Milk Cookie would. he craves you like a starving man craves meat, and his eyes glimmer with dangerous affection.

"you're.... mine." Shadow Milk Cookie slurrs, voice cracking with need as his cock twitches and sputters inside of you. barely coherent, you nod, tears brimming in your eyes as you reach what must be at least your tenth orgasm of the night.

"ffuck- Sh-Shadow Milk," you hiccup through tears, to which he sneers condescendingly. however, he can't exactly tease you, considering his state is objectively worse.

as his hips continue pistoning against yours, you begin to squirm, not sure if you're trying to pull closer or further away from the painful pleasure wracking your entire body. Shadow Milk Cookie notices almost immediately, and pulls out almost all the way before slamming his cock deeper inside of you.

"i g-guess you didn't hear me, hm?" he sneers between moans, two tones eyes bearing directly into yours. "hhah, silly little poppet- you're m-mine,"

you nod, whimpering as you stutter out a slft "m' yours !" the sound of your confirmation makes Shadow Milk Cookie let out a loud moan, before reaching his peak one final time. his spent cock barely even cums, instead just wracking him with pleasure. in one swift movement, your partner removes your thighs from his shoulders at the last second before collapsing atop of you, utterly spent.

the both of you lay in silence for a few moments, absolutely covered in slick and sweat. your practically shaking as your head swims, barely aware as Shadow Milk Cookie slumps against you. the room reeks of sex, and your cunt and thighs burn in pain, Shadow Milk Cookies cock still sheathed deep inside you.

"mm... don't fall asleep yet, w'gotta clean up," you mumble to no avail as Shadow Milk Cookie pouts, letting his eyes flutter shut. technically, he doesn't even need sleep, but he loves nothing more than pissing you off.

"hush, fool," he grumbles, poking you halfheartedly as you glare at him. "m' tired. if you want to clean up, you can."

"... im gonna get you." you grumble, pinching his sides in exasperation, causing him to yelp. you immediately find yourself pushed off the bed and onto the floor, and you screech as Shadow Milk Cookie laughs.

"you should know better to provoke me, doll," he coos condescendingly, and you groan. "now crawl back up here, will ya? it's dreadfully cold without you."

you flip him off before doing exactly as he asks, and Shadow Milk Cookie giggles softly as you curl up beside him. "aww, i guess you really do like me!" he teases, and you groan, shoving your head into a pillow.

"just shut up," you grumble, muffled by the pillow currently engulfing your head.

"how cruel! being shushed by my own lover- the horror!"

"goodnight, Shadow Milk."

your eyelids begin to flutter in exhaustion, and it isn't long at all before sleep claims you. however, just before you drift off, you swear you hear a soft whisper of "goodnight, my poppet" in response....

🌀A/n: sorry if this sucks i genuinely have been unable to write for like the past few months UHRRHHRRHRHG i am having such bad writers block its genuinely killing me. on a lighter note !!! things have been looking up a lot for me irl and classes r finally over! and then. on top of that. not that many of u are interested in my romantic escapades but lemme just say i think a girl ive lowk liked for a while is into me too... URGH pls god let me have this beautiful brown eyed butch i promise i wont fumble this time i can handle it

[revivedredeemermareu]

Based on this post

Y/N isn't messing around this time.

[skmhlml]

Now that you made a Burning Spice cookie x sweetheart wife reader, could you do an one shot "drama to comfor" where it was a normal day at the Spice Kingdom but when Burning Spice just went to go grab a gitt for his precious wife, but then some random killers almost got her but Spicy saved them but because if how badly the killers got her she got very badly injured but still alive. .

Please I need it !!!

Burning Spice Cookie x Sweetheart!Wife | One Shot |

Date requested: 6/18/2025

Warning: angst -> Fluff

The Spice Kingdom was basked in warmth that day, the sands glittering under the blazing sun. Trade was steady, music filled the streets, and laughter danced on the wind. It was just another peaceful morning—until fate decided otherwise.

Burning Spice Cookie had excused himself early from your shared morning tea. He was cryptic, muttering something about “a quick errand” and “no peeking at my side of the bed,” the way he always got when preparing a surprise.

You smiled, still in your flowing desertwear, humming as you swept the balcony of sand that had settled overnight.

You didn’t see the cloaked figures scaling the stone wall.

You didn’t hear them until the blade caught the sunlight, the glint searing your vision.

⸻

They came fast. Too fast.

Three of them—dressed in foreign garb, weapons slick with oil and poison. Assassins. Mercenaries. Hired blades with no cause but coin.

You managed to scream once before one tackled you into the ground. Your cheek scraped against the sandstone, a blinding burst of pain erupting as a dagger sank into your side.

⸻

He felt it.

Burning Spice Cookie was halfway through bartering with a jewel merchant—holding a delicate amber pendant the same shade as your eyes—when the air shifted.

The wind howled.

The sun flared.

And his heart stopped.

He didn’t run. He ignited.

⸻

By the time the killers realized the ground beneath them was melting, it was already too late.

A geyser of flame erupted through the floor, incinerating one immediately. The others tried to flee, but were swallowed in a cyclone of burning glass and sand. Burning Spice Cookie’s roar echoed through the walls like a dragon from the oldest scrolls.

He didn’t say a word as he approached you—bloodied, unmoving, your chest barely rising.

He dropped to his knees, cradling your body against his chest, hands trembling. You were still warm. Still alive. But barely.

“Don’t you dare, sweetheart,” he whispered, voice cracking with a rage only eclipsed by grief. “Don’t you dare leave me.”

⸻

You woke up three days later.

Wrapped in silk sheets. The room was dark, the torches low, but the air was warm—not from the desert heat, but from the Cookie hunched beside your bed.

Burning Spice Cookie hadn’t moved in three days.

He looked different—haggard, hair untied and disheveled, his cloak thrown to the floor and forgotten. His flame eyes were dim, almost dull, as he stared at you with a haunted, aching silence.

“…My spice,” you croaked.

The second your voice reached him, he broke.

He lunged to your bedside, gripping your hand with both of his, pressing kisses across your knuckles, your wrist, your forehead. His flames flared dangerously near the bandages, but you didn’t care. You only felt his warmth.

“You’re alive,” he breathed, forehead pressing to yours, eyes clenched shut. “I wasn’t sure I could bear a world without you.”

“I thought I was dreaming…” you whispered. “You saved me.”

“I wasn’t fast enough,” he growled, voice thick. “They touched you. Hurt you. You bled—and I wasn’t there. I should’ve—I should’ve burned the world down the moment I felt something was wrong.”

You reached up, despite the pain, and cupped his cheek. His breath hitched, his head tilting into your touch like a wounded beast.

“You’re here now,” you murmured. “You always find me.”

His jaw trembled. “I shouldn’t have left you alone…”

“You were getting me a gift, weren’t you?”

“…Yes.”

You gave him a soft smile. “Then give it to me now.”

He hesitated. Then, from beside the bed, he pulled out a delicate chain—the amber pendant now blackened at the edges, singed from the heat of his return.

“I ruined it.”

“No,” you whispered, letting him clasp it around your neck. “It’s perfect.”

⸻

He stayed with you through every hour of recovery. He fed you, bathed you, held you as your body healed and the nightmares came. You never cried alone.

And when the sun rose again over the scorched remains of the assassins’ corpses—displayed in warning on the edge of the kingdom—you knew no one would ever dare to touch you again.

Not while Burning Spice Cookie still breathed.

And burn, he would. For you.

Always.

[sumthinganarchy]

Could you do Stardust Cookie x Reader?

sorry this took so long, got sick lmao

very fun to draw 10/7 would recommend

[shionszz]

you wouldn't lie that you regret it, right?

[fanged-fanfics]

Hey, I don't know I send you this request or not so I do it again in case I didn't.

Shadowmilk find out his lover sleep fly instead of sleepwalk and the way he find out, he was outside one day and just see his lover flying around and he try to call out to them and but them was asleep and that's how he find out his lover sleep flying and when they about to flying into danger, they wake up fight and go back to sleep flying like nothing happened so anytime shadowmilk see his lover sleep flying again outside or the castle he know they be ok (ps: shadowmilk his eyes things to keep an eye on them when his to far from them)

☆ Resting On The Winds — Shadow Milk Cookie x GN Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Days at the Spire tended to fly by. It was anything but uneventful, with Shadow Milk constantly planning and giving his own brand of entertainment every second he could. But on a particularly lazy day, he was surprised to see you... floating out the window?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He followed, joking away and circling you with his own flight abilities. He asked what you were up to, and frowned when he figured he was being given the silent treatment. He zipped around your form, dramatically wounded and offended at the lack of attention

ᯓᡣ𐭩 That is until one of the minions of Deceit came into your path. The very small fry creatures made of his shadows tended not to listen as well to their master due to being less intelligent, so it didn't fly out of the way when Shadow Milk scolded it. All his yelling made your eyes flutter open, grumbling at the interruption

ᯓᡣ𐭩 As soon as you were up, you gave the minion a solid hit that made it dissipate completely. Shadow Milk immediately grabbed your shoulders, fussing over you and asking whatever it is he did to make you ignore him. How could you blow off your beloved like that! For shame

ᯓᡣ𐭩 It took a bit of explaining for it to finally process that you were genuinely completely asleep and had no idea he was there. He was still a little upset, but he moved to coddle you instead, lamenting about how you could've hurt your precious little form!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 From that day on, Shadow Milk almost always aimed to co-nap with you. He usually cuddles you close, helping to keep you grounded. But if you did make it into the air, he'd be there to fly beside you and make sure you didn't get lost, tugging you back if you drifted too far

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Unfortunately, with his masterful plans always being under way, he couldn't stay by your side as much as he'd wanted to. But the eyes of Deciet never once left you. You were well accustomed to it by now, how his eyes were always on you. If anything it was comforting to know he was trying so hard to keep you safe

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His favorite thing to do is to lay on top of you whenever you're sleeping. He can make his form light enough to not weigh you down, and he keeps his face buried into your chest while you both levitate near the ceiling. The lack of gravity does make for some nice naps, especially when you can cradle him while doing it. Though he's also been making sure to close the windows more often beforehand

[akbrain]

This was cute... @desperatelittledemon did a good job... 🥹

yoooo pre main storyline y/n cookie!! (changed their outfit into something darker when their gf died the edgy thing)

“These flowers look nice…”

“Hehe, I grew them myself. The king allowed me a part of the garden dedicated to them when I showed him how pretty they were.”

“He made the right choice, I could look at these for a while and not get bored or anything. If only the walk from my home to here wasn’t so long.”

“Hmm…maybe I can help. Hold still.”

“Hey, what are you…”

“I’m just adding a flower to your hood. See? You look so cute wearing it, Y/N Cookie.”

“T-thank you. You know I would’ve been fine walking here.”

“And have to see you all tired when you come in? I’d be so worried!”

“Well, the flowers wouldn’t be the only reason I come here.”

“Oh, they aren’t?”

“Well, I guess…it would be an excuse to see you again too….”

“Oh, Y/N Cookie…you too should know that I’d understand if I was the only reason you’d come here! It…actually makes me feel happy that you do…”

“Yeah! It makes me happy too! T-to see you, of course!”

“…..You know, the day is still young. Would you…perhaps…want to stroll around the kingdom with me?”

“I’d…I’d love to.”

….

….

….

The distant memories were the hardest. You feared that one day, you won’t remember every single second that you spent with her.

[gigidraws13]

WE BECOME WE

I have been obsessed with this song😩, anyways have some Shadow milk cookie x reader/Y/n Fanart :)

SIKE >:D

[beast3end]

To witches with sleep, we need answers!

I think I've started to form a tradition of making memes based on future posts.

In a couple of days, I will publish a hc with Beast, with the exception of Silent Salt.

[superson3oz]

buh….. buh… black sapphire- coughs blood and dies

After an decade here it is