#oyster x reader

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

awestruck. ( oyster x reader )

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For most of your life, you were isolated, your mother sheltering you from the world after your father, a villain, was captured. One day, you met Phoebe, and from there, you met Cherry, then Max, and discovered your powers could be used to benefit the world, not destroy it. Through Max, you met Oyster, who you immediately had feelings for as he was sweet and knew how to make you laugh.

When your mother was later captured for her crimes, Barb and Hank opened their doors to you and Phoebe was thrilled to have you sharing a bedroom, calling you the twin she wanted as you were the same age.

At first, you were hesitant about the Thundermans, but you realised that their way of life was a peaceful one, and Hank showed you the greatness you could achieve with your powers. While your feelings for Oyster were known by everyone except him, you never felt that he could feel the same way, knowing that you came from a family of villains, but he was full of surprises and one night, while you and Phoebe were watching a movie with Cherry in the living room and the band was heading to Max's lair to practice, he asked you out on a date and from there, your relationship grew into a strong foundation. He trusted you more than you believed he should, but Oyster saw only the good in you and later when he learned about your powers and your family, that never changed, even doing all he could to prove to you that you weren't like your parents.

It wasn't uncommon for you to join the boys in the lair as they rehearsed, but tonight you were later than usual as you had an extracurricular after school and arrived an hour later. You entered to find Max gesturing with his hands, looking at his friend in disbelief while Oyster was shrugging his shoulders, hands resting on his guitar.

You frequently attended band practices much to Max's dismay as your personalities often clashed, however, it was all in good jest as you speculated back and forth about who was more powerful. You argued that your powers were stronger, more honed from years of training than Max's, but he argued that he was inventive in a fight and could trick his way to victory, but the awestruck Oyster, who still couldn't believe he was dating a villian turned superhero, argued that you would always win.

"Sorry, dude, but she'd totally see that coming."

Max began to tell a scenario in which you were both underwater and he used his powers to escape while leaving you trapped in a net but Oyster was quick to shut it down.

"She has heat vision," Oyster reminded him.

"Yeah, so I'd stop trying to ambush me if I were you." You spoke up, drawing their attention. Oyster smiled as you approached him, placing a hand on your waist as he leaned down to kiss you tenderly.

"Hey."

"Hey, yourself." You smiled softly, placing a hand on his arm as you looked at Max. "Why are you boys planning to ambush me?"

"Max thinks he can beat you in a fight. I told him no way." Oyster motioned to his friend who straightened his shoulders.

"Yeah, well, I still reckon I could," Max said.

"Sure, if I was struck with a meteor...no hold on that's happened before. Yeah, I could totally beat you."

Oyster smiled, placing his arm around you. "Isn't she awesome?"

You smiled, closing your eyes when he kissed your cheek, lifting your gaze to meet his awestruck stare. When you told Oyster about your powers you expected him to be horrified and while he was quiet for a moment he began asking questions and as you detailed your abilities he quickly began to grin. And it reminded you of how lucky you were to have a guy like Oyster in your life who was the definition of a supportive boyfriend.

You took a seat on Max's bed, smiling softly as the two continued back and forth; Max naming a scenario while Oyster listed the reasons why you would still win. A year ago you would have been horrified to learn you were living with a family of heroes and dating a mortal, but as you watched the two bicker, you couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

[brittle-doughie]

Hey if you still do requests can you do some fluff and you can choose what cookies it is

Y/N Cookie Interactions

Devsisters technically would give you interactions with ALL the cookies so none are left out, but man would it be a strain on the GBs somewhat

Crimson Coral Cookie: Thank you..for taking us in, Y/N Cookie..

Y/N Cookie: Things had been hard on you and the others, I want to help. You are not alone in this.

Crimson Coral Cookie: Y/N Cookie, I…I don’t know what to say.

Crimson Coral Cookie: But…you’re the first and only land Cookie I’ll ever fight for…

Hollyberry Cookie: Y/N Cookie, there you are! I was looking for you, old friend!

Y/N Cookie: Old? We haven’t known each other for that long, right?

Hollyberry Cookie: Haha! That’s how much I cherish our time together!

Y/N Cookie: Likewise, Hollyberry…

Hollyberry Cookie: Oooh, you’re too much! Come here, you~!

Y/N Cookie: Is it true that your next book is nearly done?

Linzer Cookie: Yes! It just needs the last few touches before I can call it complete!

Y/N Cookie: I’m so invested! Tell me, does the king/queen really get together with mystery novelist in the end? I need to know!

Linzer Cookie: Hmm…sorry, Y/N Cookie. I don’t do spoilers. Don’t worry, you’ll be the first to receive a copy~

Y/N Cookie: No way, I’m so excited!

Y/N Cookie: I’ve been hearing that you’ve been up to no good again. Would you kindly return the stolen valuables, please?

Chili Pepper Cookie: What?! No way! They shouldn’t have left them lying around if they didn’t want them getting swiped up!

Y/N Cookie: Hmm…maybe that little “date” of ours will have to be postponed then…

Chili Pepper Cookie: W-wait! Gah! Alright, I’ll give them back! Just…just please don’t cancel…

Y/N Cookie: Thank you, Chili..

Chili Pepper Cookie: (blushes) Whatever…

Oyster Cookie: It’s pleasant to meet a friendly face, yours especially.

Y/N Cookie: How was the pearl? I did my best to make sure it was to your standard.

Oyster Cookie: Y/N Cookie, my dear. It easily shines the most out of all in my collection. I can tell it was handled with the most care…

Y/N Cookie: Yeah, I did. I figured you could have more use with it!

Oyster Cookie: (softly chuckles) It’s almost as if it was meant for me! Come now, let us discuss over tea.

[amphibiahawks321]

https://www.tumblr.com/amphibiahawks321/740136156574941184/some-cookie-run-kingdom-x-mreader-cookie-in-a?source=share

Could you do more of these when you get a chance? I'm loving them!

✨[Some Cookie Run : Kingdom x M!Reader Cookie in a nutshell]✨ pt2

[hubookunaluwawa]

the horrifying realization that someone genuinely knows you

it wasn’t supposed to go this way. it was supposed to be easy. casual. fun. but now, you feel like puking. because the second those forbidden words left his lips while he was buried deep inside of you, after a night of the both of you pretending not to know how the other felt, all hell broke loose in your heart. you were able to keep your composure through the end, but once he cleaned you up and fell asleep, you quickly grabbed your stuff and got the hell out of dodge.

your throat tightens up, and your eyes start to sting as you head for the bus stop. one minute passes. then five, and then ten. and then, as if this night hadn’t been bad enough, droplets of rain began to drizzle from the sky. this bus couldn’t be coming any fucking slower, you think, and you nervously tap the side of your leg, hoping with all your might that he didn’t realize you left, because if he did–

“y/n?”

fuck.

“hey!” you feign innocence as you quickly glance at him, “what’re you doing up?”

“i could ask you the exact same thing,” he returns, his smile masking something foreign… something vulnerable.

“oh, well, yeah, i mean, i have an 8 am class, so i have to head back to my place.” you feel your easygoing facade beginning to crumble as you continue to stare straight ahead at the road. you felt gross, lying to someone you always felt so comfortable around. you just hope he doesn’t realize it before the bus gets here.

“really?”

“yep!”

“i mean, i thought you said you don’t like doing… this…” he motions between the two of you, “the morning before an early class. said it fucks up your internal clock and stuff,” he remarks in a tone that makes it crystal clear he’s not buying a word you say.

you turn to look at him once again, and he’s staring at you with a hooded unwavering gaze that you’d mistake for apathy if you didn’t know him any better. unfortunately, you do know him better: enough to notice that the unfamiliar look in his eyes is blatant fear, as if he thinks you could disappear at any moment. and then, how much he knows you hits you all at once, and you’re left a scared little kid with no idea what to do.

“yeah, i guess i just forgot.” you’d have to be in complete denial to think he couldn’t hear the distinct crack in your voice, fake smile be damned. the two of you stare at each other for what feels like hours until the tears threatening to spill from your eyes make you look away.

“y/n.” but his eyes are still on you.

“mhm?” don’t.

“y/n, please.” only on you.

i can’t.

“i need you to tell me if i just fucked everything up back there.” the desperation in his voice is unmistakable, making you catch your breath. your face falls, and your heart hurts more than you ever thought possible.

“why’d you say it,” you whisper, “why’d you have to go and say it?” and his heart shatters at the brokenness of your voice because it was him who did this shit to you.

“when we started this, we promised it wouldn’t turn into anything. and it was fine when it was just me feeling something, but it won’t work with the both of us–”

“why?” something’s changed. he’s angry. “why won’t it work? why can’t we let it work?”

“because shit like this never does!” you scream, and you can feel everything you’ve been bottling up inside for the past few months escaping your body in one go.

“it never does,” you say with a quiet laugh. “we’d get together, and then you’d get bored with me–”

“i could never get bored with you–”

“–or i’d get bored with you,” you continue while noticing the fleeting look of hurt in his eyes that’s quickly overshadowed by anger, “and then we’d only be with each other out of obligation. we’d be ruining a really good thing just for the chance of something different, so just forget it, because whatever… it is that you feel won’t last,” you say as if it’s the funniest thing in the world while gesturing towards him.

“oh, fuck you.” he laughs, tugging his hair in frustration.

“fuck you!” you retort, delirious from the fact that this conversation is even happening at all.

“no, fuck you for trying to tell me that what i feel isn’t real.”

“okay,” you scoff as you begin to walk away. you don’t know where you headed, but as long as he’s not there, you know it’s where you need to be.

“and fuck you for making me love you! in more ways than just one!”

you freeze for probably the 50th time tonight, and you finally look at him again to see the shine in his eyes as he speaks.

“please don’t disappear when i tell you this,” he practically whispers to you with a once-again fearful look.

and you don’t. you’ve heard your fair share of “i love yous” in your life, and they all meant the same, substanceless, conditional thing. and so, the more you heard it, the less you believed it. you’ve seen relationships–both yours and those of the people you care about–fall apart because people will romantically love those that they don’t even like platonically. so you believed, and continue to believe, that romantic love without a platonic basis is an incredibly common recipe for disaster. you know this, and yet, you don’t think you could run from him right now even if you tried.

“i’ve never felt what i’ve felt for you with anybody else. i think about you all the time. like, you’re the first thing i think about in the morning and the last thing on my mind every night. and whenever i see you, it feels like what everybody talks about in the movies and the songs, and it’s like the heavens open up and everything makes sense and my world’s brighter because you’re in it. i’m completely and utterly head-over-heels in love with you.”

he just thinks he is, you try to remind yourself, but this shit isn’t real. it’s just infatuation, a burst of attraction, a trick of the mind. it’ll go away eventually–

“but it’s not just infatuation like you always say.” you mentally curse him for being able to read your mind and peel back your layers so easily, but he takes a step closer to you as he speaks.

“because you’re also the one person i feel most comfortable around. i could be having the worst day of my life and seeing you for a few minutes would make it the best, because everything about you makes me happy! everything! i mean your smile and your eyes and the way you giggle at the corniest jokes and the little crinkle you get on your forehead when i say something dumb and… how you make me feel safe enough to talk to you and know you won’t think i’m crazy, and how passionate you get about the things and people you care about: all of it has me completely obsessed with you, and all i know is that i wanna keep making you breakfast in the mornings and holding you close at night and going on late night drives with you and hearing you laugh because your laugh makes me feel like i’m dreaming whenever i hear it and i can’t help but laugh too because i just can’t believe that, out of everybody on this planet, you keep choosing to be here with me and i just… i love you, y/n. and even if this doesn’t last, i wanna be with you for as long as i’m able, because it doesn’t feel like my love for you is ever gonna go away.” 

and he breathes out the final declaration with a confidence that leaves you stunned because holy shit you’re actually starting to believe him. you can’t tell whether the wetness on your face is from the pouring rain or your own tears. maybe it’s both. but all you know is that, now, he’s holding your heart in his hands. and the scariest part is that he’s holding it with as much care as he’d treat his own heart. no, as much care as you want to treat his. and then, he starts to ramble, which you’re sure you’ve never seen him do (in fact, you’re pretty sure this is the most you’ve ever heard him speak).

you can’t stop yourself from looking at his lips, and the space between you grows smaller and smaller until it ceases to exist.

“i mean, it’s like you’re branded on my heart. you have this insane amount of control over me and i’m constantly wanting to be around you and hold you and make you happy because you feel like home to me but in the best way possible and i just want to be that for you too, and if you don’t feel the same way, that’s completely cool, and we could just forget this conversation ever happened, because you’re also my best friend and i don’t wanna lose you, and i–”

your lips taste sweet against his, and your hands cup his cheeks with a delicateness that makes him feel like crying, and he feels happier than he thinks he’s ever felt because he knows what this kiss means.

you take a moment to break apart, the tip of your nose brushing against his as he chases after your lips, and you desperately proclaim, “i’d never get bored of you either. i love you. i love you. you’re all i want.”

the bus you were waiting on passes you both by, and he meets your lips again, sighing into the kiss with relief. and you both make a silent promise, right then and there, to never let each other go again.

[halcyon-writings]

— modern au of daemon targaryen as your willing sugar daddy and you, the reader, being the unwilling sugar baby. the first challenge: groceries.

nav.

you know he’s staring at you.

feeling his gaze burning into your back, you can’t help but feel a little intimidated even if you were the one who invited him to come with you. you ignore him, or at least, try to. instead returning to the matter at hand, debating if this pack of chicken was more expensive than the frozen bag in your cart.

“just get both-” you interrupt him with a sharp stare.

“I apologize, but some of us have budgeting plans and try not to overspend,” you respond.

daemon targaryen, brother to the ceo of the conglomerate of the same name, could not fathom it. you couldn’t blame him however, seeing as how he grew up with the proverbial silver spoon in his mouth while you did not.

which now that you thought about it, how did you meet him anyway?

it begins as all classic friendships do, you seeing daemon targaryen passed out and smelling like alcohol almost in the middle of the street. you had known of him due to his reputation, less than stellar compared to his family’s. and coincidentally had a class with him at your college.

although most of the time he was sleeping off a hangover rather than do anything else.

having gotten off from a late shift waiting tables, you were already tired but almost seeing the man get his head crushed because he had literally lay almost half into the road, you knew you did not need that on your conscious. you helped move to the sidewalk and helped him sit up, got him to call any of his several bootycalls, and went on your merry way when you saw a ride arrive for him. that was the end of it. or at least you had hoped.

suddenly you had a table partner during the lecture you both shared, and what started as him watching you take notes, began as him slowly trying to get your attention in between breaks or after the class was over. and you, dear reader, having the backbone of a chocolate eclair, had not wished to be rude and humored him.

the rest they say, was history. or at least, enough to clue you in on what was to come. which was him staring as you decided on how you wanted to buy your poultry.

his hands move over yours as he takes the package and then maneuvers your cart as you look at him with surprise.

“daemon targaryen,” suddenly you feel like a parent scolding a child.

“_____ _____,” he repeats, and you almost want to throttle him.

he looks over his shoulder, sending a smirk your way, merrily strolling along with your cart. you can’t help but feel reminiscent of the times you’ve seen him dump his many partners over the course the time you had been at college. although you wouldn’t go near that with a 10 foot pole, their seemingly hysterical anger at his flippancy seemed exaggerated almost. but now, as you watched him, you got it. you really got it.

but because he was who he was, you sigh, putting your head in your hands, and follow.

the cashier dutifully rings up your purchases, despite you staring holes into your friend’s back. (can you call him a friend if he insists on buying you things? even though you have told him time and time again he had no need to?) he somehow had managed to not only take your cart but your wallet too, so he would stop you from paying.

and that’s how you had daemon targaryen, carrying your groceries to the fanciest car that stood out in the parking lot.

“I never get any help,” he huffs, taking all the grocery bags in his hands anyway.

“then let me carry one,” you deadpan, reaching for one of the bags, even though he keeps them out of your reach, “i’m giving you decaf the next time you want me to get you a coffee.”

he gasps in mock offense, “why I never-”

“yes yes, why you never,” you wave him off, already sitting yourself down into the passenger side.

he then joins momentarily, before leaning back, running a hand through his hair like he had just trekked miles.

“so, what do you want to get for lunch?”

“we just got groceries,” you look at him unimpressed, raising your eyebrow as you do.

“but do you really want to cook?” he counters, a knowing look on his face.

and so that’s how you found yourselves in the parking lot of a fast food joint, groceries in the trunk while you ate.

[sleepingdeath-light]

lord oyster cookie smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; (totally not) 🍾 anon (12/08/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; lord oyster cookie

outline ; “lord oyster smut and relationship hcs ~ (undercover 🍾)”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, submissive leaning switch!lord oyster cookie, praise kink, pussy/cock drunk!lord oyster cookie, oral sex (amab and afab receiving), overstimulation, bondage, clothed sex, marking kink

note ; shaky characterisation as i’ve never written for him before — but i hope that you enjoy this piece regardless

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

whilst lord oyster cookie is a switch and gets off more on pleasuring you than being pleasured himself, he does have a pretty distinct lean towards submission — and when he is taking on a submissive role in the bedroom he’s incredibly obedient and pretty much lives to earn your adoration and praise

especially praise, because the quickest way to get this man to his knees is to call him anything from ‘good boy’ to ‘pretty boy’ to ‘darling’ — bonus points if preface any of that praise with ‘my’ because he absolutely loves feeling desired and adored

(and he also loves being able to hand over the control to you and let you take care of him, and everything else, after long voyages out to sea — he may love his work as a ship hand, but even lord oyster cookie can admit that it can get exhausting and his imagination and hands can only go so far…)

as mentioned above, he 100% gets off on pleasuring you and has been known to get absolutely drunk off of your taste and reactions whenever he goes down on you [split]

[afab] it never takes long from the moment his tongue first darts out from between his lips to taste your slick before he’s desperately groping at your hips, waist, thighs, and ass in an effort to pull you impossibly close to his mouth — all the while moaning, groaning, and grinding his straining cock against you/the surface beneath you as he eats you out (and if you don’t stop him, this poor man will just keep going until you’re both sobbing, your cunt is clenching around nothing, and everything from his nose to his shirt collar is drenched in your cum)

[amab] the longer the two of you stay together, the less and less apparent his gag reflex becomes because he’s just so damn eager to please that he trains it out of himself — soon enough he’s taking all of you into his mouth at once, hollowing his cheeks and moaning and humming and groaning around you all in return for the rewarding feeling of your hands entangling in his hair and your hips bucking up into his mouth, all the while massaging and toying with your balls in the way you like (he’ll happily stay between your legs until you physically can’t cum anymore if you let him — and he looks so damn pretty when he’s knelt between your thighs, mouth stuffed with cock and hips rutting up into the air in his desperation, that it’s a struggle to bring yourself to make him stop)

this applies to both but if you ever wear skirts/dresses/any sort of flowing clothes along those lines without any undergarments beneath it and let him know that in some subtle way then this poor man is going to go bright red and start spouting excuses to get you somewhere private so that he can lift up those skirts and get his mouth on you as soon as possible

he knows a thing or two about tying things up and he isn’t completely opposed to bringing those skills into the bedroom if you ask (whether that means tying you up or teaching you proper rope etiquette so you can safely tie him up instead) but, as with all kinks that carry any sort of risk with them, he makes sure that you’re both safe, comfortable, enthusiastic, and know what you’re doing before moving forwards with incorporating it

finds the sight of you in one of his shirts (or his jacket) and nothing else to be incredibly attractive and will go completely red in the face and speechless if you decide to surprise him in such attire — just give him a moment or two to regain his composure and you’ll get exactly what you want… he just needs some time to commit the view to memory first

he wouldn’t be comfortable with inviting anyone else to your marital bed unless it’s someone you’re already both involved with in a romantic sense — he doesn’t do casual hookups and wouldn’t be comfortable entertaining any of your fantasies that involve such a thing (he’s up for a lot of experimentation, really, this is just something that he can’t do for you)

when it comes to what position he prefers, lord oyster cookie is very traditional and is more than happy to stick with missionary (both when bottoming and topping) — you can hold hands, kiss, and see each other come undone without much struggle or strain and it just feels so very intimate that he can’t help but love it

though, of course, he’s fine with switching things up every now and then so long as his preferred position remains on the table as an option he can fall back on with you

his thighs are extremely sensitive and, consequently, the best place to mark if you want to make this poor man squirm and buckle under his efforts to not make all of those pretty sounds you love — of course things like kiss marks will make him tremble and gasp in the moment, but the real fun comes if you leave marks that last (e.g. sucking dark hickeys onto his inner thighs, or biting just hard enough to make him let out a moan far louder than he intended) because then you get to see him spend the next few days all beautifully flustered whenever he catches a glimpse of your handiwork (he loves them, really he does, but he can’t help but be glad you decided to mark him somewhere that can be reasonably hidden — he does have a reputation to uphold and he dreads to think what would happen if another sailor caught sight of them for whatever reason)

[thedarkcircuswritings]

lord Oyster hurt and comfort? After the ship wreck he was saved by (male reader) who becomes even MORE PROTECTIVE of him and Lord Oyster basically has to calm him down?

Ever since what had happened, you refused to let Lord Oyster go back to the sea ever again. Not after almost witnessing his dough go soggy after what had happened out at Duskgloom. He was desperate at first, trying to plead with you, but you were his stubborn knight. He was not to go out until you knew he would be safe. Was it harsh? Perhaps, but you feel like you had no choice. You were so scared for him. Lord Oyster held you close, trying to assure you that he would be okay, but he could still see the worry in your eyes. He knew full well that had the roles been reversed, he would think the same thing you were, so he kissed your forehead and apologized. The sea would be too dangerous for now.

[murder-cookie-dust393]

I'm just gonna say this because I can...

People went kinda crazy on the Lord Oyster post-

And I admit, it was self-indulgent.

But listen,

with my recent posts on poor MC...

Anyone wanna hear me out on Lord Oyster and poor MC?

[anonymous--writings]

May i request some oyster x reader hcs and fluff scenarios, i like the old lady

OYSTER x READER HEADCANONS

Much like Clotted Cream, Oyster has a knack for spending money on you. She'll buy anything you want, anything. To her, spending money on you is an investment worth her time, because your happiness is like a treasure to her.

She enjoys calling you pet names like "doll", "baby", "sweetheart", etc... The kinds of things that would get you stuttering and red in the face; she might just know you better than you know yourself.

To ensure you are safe at all times, she has bodyguards follow you anywhere and everywhere, regardless of if you want to be followed or not. She just makes sure you don't see her guards so you don't get upset at her.

Whenever she plans trips (be they for business or otherwise), she makes sure she can take you with her so you don't get lonely, and, if she cannot, she will send you letters and bring you souvenirs.

She has an image of you and her on her office desk that she enjoys looking at whenever she can, giving a soft smile towards it as she wonders to herself how you are.

If you ever want to get her flustered or at least blushing a little, complimenting her looks or kissing her suddenly is a sure way to do so, but expect her to double it back at you eventually in the most unexpected way ever.

Only you know this, but Oyster is actually cuddly whenever you two are in private. She enjoys hugging you and placing you on her lap/sitting in your lap and kissing your cheeks while she compliments you or tells you about her day. It makes her happy to know you're there for her whenever she's had a bad day.

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

one and only. ( oyster x reader )

gif belongs to me

Max didn't know how long you and Oyster had been dating. All he knew was that when he moved with his family, you were together then, and for the last two years since he had been friends with Oyster, your relationship was one to admire.

So how did it all go wrong?

When Oyster didn't show up to band practice, Max went over to his house to find his best friend sulking as he strummed the strings of his guitar.

"What happened? I've sent you a dozen messages."

"She broke up with me."

And just like that, Max forgot all about the band as he sat with Oyster while they went over your conversation as you broke the heart of the boy you had been dating for over two years.

In the days that followed, you tried to act as normal as possible, though you couldn't help but see how Oyster stared at you sullenly in the hallways at school. And when he wasn't looking, it was you who was sending sad glances his way.

Two weeks went by, and your breakup was affecting your friendships with the twins. If Oyster were spending time with Max, you would make an excuse as to why you couldn't hang out with Phoebe and Cherry. If you happened to bump into each other, it was awkward for everyone in the room as you never spoke to Oyster, only nodding if he said hello.

Max came up with the plan to try and make you jealous. Phoebe hated the idea, but if it meant making you and Oyster happy again, she knew she had to go through with it.

You entered Wong's with Cherry, surprised to see Phoebe sitting with Oyster. "Wow, what are the odds of running into you two? Here of all places?" You were used to Cherry's odd behavior, so you never suspected that she was nervous about you finding out about the plan.

Max, who was out of sight, shook his head at Cherry's inability to be subtle. Oyster stood up when he noticed you, and Phoebe looked at Cherry, who was looking between you both, hopefully as you greeted each other.

"Uh, hey."

"Hi." You sent him a small smile that he returned.

Max stepped out, looking between his best friend and his twin sister. "How could you? What about the bro code, man?"

Oyster was confused as to where he came from so quickly.

"Max, it's not a big deal." Phoebe played along.

"You're dating my sister." Max accused.

Oyster shook his head, "What? No!" He looked at you, but you were looking at the ground. "This is not what it looks like. We bumped into each other. That's all."

You shook your head. "It's okay. You can date who you want." You said, forcing a smile his way before looking at Cherry. "Maybe I should head home."

"No, we can still hang out -"

"Really." You glanced at Oyster and Phoebe, who felt incredibly guilty and couldn't meet your gaze. "Have a nice time."

Oyster stared, jaw-dropping as you headed out of Wong's. And Max knew his plan had backfired.

That night Phoebe couldn't sleep, worried she and Max's plan had made matters worse. The next morning she had a new plan that she believed would work and, with Max's assistance, organized to have you come over to their house.

Phoebe was relieved when you agreed, as she feared your friendship could have been affected by yesterday's events. You were upstairs studying while Max and the band set up in the living room. Phoebe left briefly, telling you she was bringing snacks while she was ensuring everything was in place.

She returned to her bedroom, and you were confused when you saw she was empty-handed. "Want to run to the store?" She smiled, hiding her excitement.

You shrugged, following her downstairs. You paused at the bottom of the staircase when you saw Oyster standing at the front of the band, guitar over his shoulders.

"What is all this?" You glanced at Phoebe when she urged you forward.

"Oyster wrote a song for you," Phoebe explained.

"Right." He cleared his throat, breaking his stare as he lowered his gaze to his guitar, beginning to play. The band joined in the slow song, and you would have smiled at the slight furrow of concentration on his brow if you weren't frozen in shock.

"Babe," he began, "I feel as if you're miles away. And something has changed. And I don't know how to catch up to you. But I know that I gotta try. One last time."

You swallowed thickly, feeling tears prick your eyes, though you couldn't look away.

"Babe,"

"Babe," Max echoed.

"I still remember the look on your face. The day you walked away. And I know that you didn't know, know that you're the one. My one and only." Oyster sang. "And no one could take your place."

"I'm begging and pleading down on my knees. Please give me one more shot, girl." Max sang, adding, "Ow! at the end.

Tears fell down your cheeks as he continued, though his lyrics had you smiling faintly. And you knew it was time to finally have the conversation you had avoided for long enough.

When the band finished, Oyster approached you, his eyes pleading with you as he stood in front of you. "I don't know what I did. But I can fix it. Just...give me another shot."

You shook your head, and his shoulders dropped, believing you were turning him down. "It wasn't you." Your words stunned everyone in the room into silence.

"Then why did -" Oyster began.

"I was thinking about the band and..." You shrugged faintly, "I felt as if I was holding you back."

Oyster shook his head, "You could never hold me back. You give me the confidence to do stuff like this." He gestured to the band. "I would never have joined if you hadn't believed in me. So what do you say? Can we pick up where we left off?"

"What about you and -" you looked at Phoebe.

"That was my fault," Max admitted, holding his hand up. "And I am very, very sorry."

"We thought if you saw us together, you would get jealous," Phoebe added sheepishly.

You smiled faintly, "I was." You confessed. "But I thought you were moving on."

Oyster shook his head, placing a hand on your cheek. "Are you kidding? I could never feel this way about someone else."

You smiled softly, "I could never feel this way about anyone else either."

Oyster smiled broader than he had for a while, and you closed your eyes when he leaned in to kiss you tenderly. You pulled away moments later, smiling as he wrapped his arms around you, hearing Phoebe and his band cheering.

"I love you." He murmured in your ear.

"I love you too." You smiled against his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Phoebe walked over to where Max was standing, a grin on his lips at the sight of you both reunited.

"I have to admit I was a little skeptical, but it was a great idea." He told her.

The twins smiled as they looked over at you both, seeing the smiles on your lips, lighting up your features. Oyster took your hand as he turned to his bandmates and Phoebe.

"We're, uh, gonna hang out on our own for a while." Oyster began, sending you a smile as he added, "We've got some catching up to do."

He approached Max, and you sent Phoebe a smile, mouthing, "Thank you," and earned a smile and nod in response as Oyster thanked Max for pushing him to perform the song he had written after your breakup.

"Don't worry about it." Max clapped a hand on his shoulder. "I'm just glad that it worked."

Oyster said his goodbyes, and you both left the house. You smiled when he placed an arm around your shoulder. And when he pulled you closer, you knew that your insecurities had won, even if they were foolish. You realized that you only had to look into his eyes to see how much he loved you.

[pure-vanilla-lilies]

Midnight owl anon here..may I request oyster cookie with an autistic s/o hcs? Plz?

Oooh sure! Welcome back midnight owl Anon!

Oyster Cookie with an Autistic S/O

•You being one of Oyster Cookies guards was something, you dating her was an surprise

•Oyster enjoy your company especially your surprise back hugs. Especially how strong and small you are, she is still surprised that you can hug her and pick her up

•On your guys day off, Oyster likes to tease you especially with your height

•”What’s wrong baby girl / boy? Not my fault your tiny~”

•You could only hiss in embarrassment

•When you get to excited, you flap your wrists very happily it makes Oyster giggle but she definitely enjoys your stimming a lot

•Sometimes you fall asleep on your desk chair from a hard day, luckily Oyster puts your favorite blanket around you and kisses your cheek before she left the room

•Lastly, if you gift her with anything with pearls be prepared to get covered in kisses

[brittle-doughie]

Idk if my ask got ate up by tumblr or not - but my ask was how would the cookies (any cookies welcome but I’m interested to see the dragons, Hollyberry, Cpt. Caviar and Oyster) react to Y/N ‘s prowess in the martial arts tournament. Knowing Y/N’s normally a sweetheart I’d imagine some would be surprised to find out how strong they are

Hollyberry would be pretty proud and impressed with your strength! Seeing you display such power just tells her that sometimes a great amount of strength can come from the gentlest of hearts! Don’t expect her to hold back on her hugs when the tournament is all over!

Captain Caviar was shocked to see you participating at the tournament too, getting worried that you were going to get yourself hurt badly! But once he got a look at just how tough the sweetest cookie he’s ever known can be, he’s even more astonished, you fought like a champion. It’s kinda getting him hyped up if he’s paired against you later on. If there was any cookie he’d like to have the honor of taking on, it was you.

It certainly made Oyster’s day seeing a cookie she thought couldn’t hurt a jelly frog absolutely solo those pompous paladins, it was a sight indeed. Such power…she wonders if there was any way she could keep you around in the Republic as a bodyguard of hers. No one would suspect a wonderful cookie like you to completely deck cookies wanting a problem with her. May she..caress your arm for a second?

Pitaya Dragon Cookie thought they were seeing things when you were brawling with cookies larger then you and winning! But no, you weren’t as fragile as they thought you were! They’re getting excited as their eyes began to glow, they really wanted to see what you’re made of!

Well this wasn’t what Lotus was expecting, such a cute cookie putting up a great fight against their opponents. They were expecting to be bored, but came out of seeing your fight interested in you. They’ll have Hydrangea Cookie tail You once you leave, Lotus wants to hear what kind of wish you want…

Not bad, not bad at all seeing you fare against your bigger opponents, but you were still just a cookie to them. Ananas Dragon Cookie didn’t completely write you off however, you weren’t exactly as feeble as these other cookies. They’ll give you the time of day, but expect to belong to them when you inevitably fall to the dragon of dragons~

Well well, the softie actually can put up a fight after all. You can be strong all you like, but you’ll inevitably fall for Lychee Dragon Cookie, right? It makes them curious for what they’ll do to you once your soul in their hands, will they have you be amongst the slaves they have already or will you be special to them? Lychee could always use a strong cookie like you to totally keep them safe! Your soul will be theirs!

You were strong for a cookie, but Longan Dragon Cookie was leagues ahead of you in power. You weren’t as weak as the other cookies Longan has seen, despite that gentle, kindhearted nature of yours being a good mask for it. You were still weak compared to them, and the weak are better off as crumbs…so, Longan will take you into your arms. They will make you strong, they will give you purpose…

[amphibiahawks321]

Oyster : Y/N cookie!

M!Reader cookie : Huh?!

Oyster guard 1 : Woah Good luck man

[Walked up to Oyster cookie]

M!Reader cookie : Y-yes?

Oyster : Follow me....

[M!Reader cookie thought 💭]

What's this about?

Oyster : Y/N cookie....

M!Reader cookie : Y-yes?

[Kiss His cheek]

M!Reader cookie : ......

M!Reader cookie Blushes : ......

Oyster : Chuckles you're still cute even when so flustered~

M!Reader Blushes : Y-you did that why?

Oyster : Can't a cookie show some affection to their secret special cookie~?

M!Reader : 💧0/////0

[lovesickletters]

Snow anon here and loved how you wrote the oyster cookie letter...kinda curious what would happen if you were to accept said invite and arrive on time....like would they take this opportunity to take you away or? Just dying to know!

It’s honestly more of a summons than a request, so of course you can’t help but feel pressured to show up early. This proves to be a wise decision given her seeming approval.

She would follow through on her word of course, just you and her in an area foreign to you where you wouldn’t know who to go to for help, doesn’t that just sound lovely? Of course as an upstanding member of high society she wouldn’t resort to anything too hastily, but she’s certainly not behaving how you’ve come to expect a member of the council to act. Discouraging you from leaving by dismissing your ideas to make the most of your time exploring there as childlike. She’s not a cookie to be disagreed with, and you’d hate to cause friction on a trip she arranged so you can do little to stand up to her.

As for taking you away, why what’s the rush? She can manipulate you and your time just fine with her hands behind her back and blindfolded as she could with you right under her thumb. Better to hijack your insecurities until you come to depend on her of your own free will than jump to any rash decisions now!

[fragrantpines]

how about my boy oyster omelette for the playlist thing? :D

Certainly <3

Heads up, all the songs will be linked! Just click on the song title that comes after ~ and you'll be transported to the song~

I want to fly with you

and breath oxygen in every corner of the world,

if you can't see clearly amidst the fog

you'd better crash into my heart.

I want to break into the forest and dive into the sea with you

I want to gaze at the sky from sunrise to sunset with you

I want to fly through greenwich and time with you

I want to see you walking across the church and the crowd and hug you

I wanna be with you

~ 失眠飞行

It was well known how much of an adventurer Oyster Omelette is. So, when an ocean scented letter was left on the top of your window that morning, you didn't hesitate to grab your bags and head to the universal formation immediately.

"You made it!"

Oyster's infectious smile upon seeing your arrival made your lips curve up into another smile.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," you replied, setting down your bags to brush off any dust on your clothes. "So, where are we going this time?"

The man laughed loudly as if you had told him a funny joke. The moment you looked up, he's already picked up your bags with one hand and grabbed your hand with his other hand, pulling you towards the universal formation.

"Where else? Another adventure at the sea of course!"

[sleepingdeath-light]

oyster cookie smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; anonymous (08/08/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; oyster cookie

outline ; “Hear me out... Oyster Cookie dating and smut hcs 👀 /not a minor”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, dom!oyster, impact play, edging, punishment, pet names in the bedroom, overstimulation, praise kink, degradation, use of sex toys, public sex acts, pegging, exhibitionism

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

oyster cookie is a dom by nature and she falls into a very traditionally dominant role in the bedroom — subscribing to thorough discussions, set roles, inclusive aftercare, extensive prep, safe exploration, memorised safe words/safe actions, and making sure that you always have the right to back out

when it comes to punishment her preferred method is to bend you over your knee, pull your clothing up/down to expose your bare backside, and spank you until you’re red raw — but if you’re averse to impact play then she’ll replace the spanking with edging (playing with your sex whilst you’re bent over her knee whilst scolding you, only letting you cum once you’re tearfully apologising and begging for her to please let you finish)

some things that will earn you a punishment include: being bratty, teasing her in public or trying to make her jealous, refusing to follow instructions, touching yourself/getting off without her explicit permission, and calling her by her name in the bedroom instead of an agreed upon title (whether that’s ‘mummy/mommy’, ‘mistress’ or ‘madam’)

she’s big into overstimulation with you and loves being able to turn you into a whimpering, drooling, oversensitive mess whenever she can — she also teases you relentlessly when you’re in such a state (but she makes up for it with some exceptional aftercare)

if you’re afab then her end goal is to get you to squirt whenever you’re intimate and she takes a great amount of pride in being able to do so — discouraging embarrassment and making her fondness for it very clear in discussions after the fact and through her praise in the moment

she tends to mix a lot of praise and degradation together when she’s talking to you during foreplay or sex — it’s playful, of course, but being called the ‘perfect fuck toy’, a ‘well trained slut’, and her ‘perfect little pet’ is undeniably attractive when it comes from her

she’s not above teasing you and exerting her possessive side in public if you need to be reminded of your place — either having you keep a remote controlled vibrator inside of yourself when you’re out and about (giving her complete control of your pleasure, naturally), or teasing you under the table with one hand whilst acting so casually that nobody can tell what’s happening (unless you slip up and get especially vocal or expressive, of course)

would be up for pegging if you suggested it to her, but it’s not something that she’d necessarily know about or propose on her own — she’s terribly old-school and might have never heard of it before, but that doesn’t mean that she wouldn’t have a go if it meant being able to dominate you in a new way

she’s not especially bothered about topping or bottoming in the bedroom so long as she’s still the one in control, so it’s really down to your preference and the mood of the moment

oyster cookie is pretty apathetic about being caught in the act or even actively pleasuring you in front of others — she has a very strict ‘look don’t touch’ policy when it comes to you and whilst others can watch you in the throes of pleasure, they aren’t welcome to touch you or participate beyond that (not that she’s against orgies or group sex, she engaged in a few during her youth, she’s just very possessive and doesn’t like sharing what’s hers)