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This will never not be funny lol.

Literal TEARS in my eyes rn

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「Yandere CRK x Baker Reader | Prologue」

Note: This mistake of mine haunts me so much that I sacrifice some of my sleep to finish this. Again sorry that I accidentally deleted the original one and I'll never do that ever again and learned my lesson. God I'm so tired from lacking sleep that I need some rest for a while.

Warning/Tags: yandere tendencies, platonic/romantic, mention of cannibalism, abandonment, horror, cult-like worshipping, they're slowly losing sanity, they're becoming monsters literally, pre-isekai, etc.

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[Narrator POV]

Everyone thought GingerBrave and his friends were the ones who founded the Cookie Kingdom, but that was only half of the truth. They did found the kingdom, but not without the help of a mysterious being, maybe even greater than the witches, who is often called the Baker.

They never heard you speak, not even once, but your actions are clear enough that you are a kind, benevolent being who did everything for them, like granting them their wishes in the tree of wishes, making them stronger, building cookie houses for them, and other things, and even decorating the kingdom to make it more lively for them to live in.

You could also make cookies and non-cookies appear in the Cookie Kingdom by summoning them with cookie cutters and soulstones. They are obviously confused, scared, and wary of the place that is unfamiliar to them, but the ones who have been here in the kingdom the longest calm them down and tell them that you brought them here so they could stay and help around the place where you have tasks for them to perform.

Obviously, they are not happy or reluctant to stay in such a strange place, let alone being ruled by a being who is rumored to be much more powerful than the witches themselves. However, the way you treat them with love and care, granting them their wishes and making them stronger than before, allows them to slowly start to enjoy or get used to staying here in the Cookie Kingdom.

Whenever you bring 5 of them that you have selected to fight some foes, they will do everything in their power to win the fight and achieve victory to make you proud. However, if they lose the fight, they feel angry and ashamed of themselves, even going so far as to apologize to you for their failure. Despite not being able to see or hear you, they can tell that you're not angry at them, judging by the mood of the atmosphere. You're upset, of course, but only at yourself for not making them strong enough. Nonetheless, they failed you, and they won't ever repeat their mistakes again, standing proud in victory just to feel your joy again.

You also interact with them even if they can't see or hear you. They feel like someone is watching over them, giving them head pats, poking them gently and playfully, and even lifting them up from the ground carefully so they won't fall and crumble by accident. They feel awe and fear when you do that, but they know that you won't hurt them because you love them as much as they love you, so they put their trust in you.

They still don't know what you are, who you are, where you come from, and why you are helping them and giving them a place to call home, but they never find out why because you have never given them an answer. They know that you're not a witch, a dragon, or any creature they know of because those beings always present themselves to them physically, but you're the exception.

But even so, that didn't stop them from making a holy shrine out of you. Even if they don't know what you look like, they can imagine you being a celestial deity of everything, given how you did so much for them in the Cookie Kingdom. Every day, they would visit the holy shrine to pray to you for luck, wealth, victory, etc.

No one is allowed to ruin the holy shrine, or else they will face severe punishment, or worse, crumble into nothingness. Of course, no one would dare do such a thing to the holy shrine. After all, the cookies and non-cookies who are the closest to you are the ones who love you the most, and the thought of destroying such a sacred building is an act of violation against you, their beloved Baker.

But then something b̵̪̳̗͚͗̇̎͌a̸̗̻̟͖͛̀̕d̻̈́ happened to you.

The air is damp with sorrow, and the once beautiful blue sky is now covered in dark, gloomy clouds, almost as if it’s about to rain. Something is definitely wrong, and they are all confused and worried about you. What happened to you? Are you upset? Did they do something wrong to make you feel this way? If only you would tell them the truth.

They try their best to cheer you up. Most of them comfort you with kind, reassuring words; others sing a special song to make you feel better, while some are not really good with words, but their willingness to comfort you in their own way is enough for you to give them head pats and a gentle embrace, even if it's only for a little while.

But the sadness still lingers in the air; in fact, it gets even worse every day, and your presence is slowly growing weaker and weaker until that final day when they no longer feel your presence, only silence greets them in the morning. They try to call out to you; even when they shout and scream to get your attention, you never answer. They can only look up at the sky and wait.

They waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

A̻̜̹̫n̹̼͉̈d̨́ ̻͈̫͏͏̛͞ẇ̢̘ͯͥ̍͠͏̶â̶͖̞̖̾ͪ̋͡ȉ̧̧͛̕͢t͎̱͋͑ͦͬ́͞eͧ͂͒̚d̵̟̫.̛̤̂̽͢.͏́.̬̯̥̃͗ͥͮ ̸̜̼̈́̆̓ͯ́f͇͗̂͆̒o̝̞͐͂ṟ̯̱͖ͨ͐ ̧̰̈́ͤ͊ͩ͢͝s̶̄̆̉̆͟͡o͕͈ ̧̤͔m̫̯͌͡͏a̗͕ͮṉ̢̧̱ͬ̚͡yͣ͞ ͐y̻͉̼̲̿e̸͈̰̓̇̾ͅa̫͕͐ͧ͜r̷̹̫̰ͮ̿̒s̸̛ͮ͢͝.̢̡̢̻͛̀ͨͩ̀.̢ͥͨ̚.͖̻͟

You don't realize that your actions, no matter how small they are, could lead to dire consequences, especially when they love and worship you so much that they consider you their true deity rather than the witches who mostly created them.

The cookies and non-cookies are slowly becoming desperate and unhinged; they start to fight each other and blame one another for your absence, while others are in great despair and cry for you to come back to them. Most of the denizens went to the holy shrine to pray for you to return, wishing to return to the good old days when you loved and cared for them.

Most of them left to return to where they came from, while others stayed because the Cookie Kingdom is their home, and they still held onto hope that one day you would finally come back and that everything would be back to the way it was. But as the years went by, something changed them. They either don't notice it, don't care, or they are meant to look like this more than you thought they were.

One by one, they turn into monsters from myths, legends, cryptids, and hybrids of two or more creatures you would recognize from your reality. The ones who left the kingdom to return to where they came from also turn into monsters, and it seems like the whole population of earthbread is turning into monsters as well. The witches have gone strangely quiet while earthbread has been changing drastically over the years.

It's unknown why they are no longer made of pastries and sweets; perhaps your presence alone is strong enough to influence the magic of earthbread to change the species and environment drastically, or it's simply a curse you unknowingly left behind that corrupts them and alters who they once were.

But despite everything, they still retain their old selves, albeit a bit more animalistic, uncanny, and hostile depending on what kind of monsters they are. Pure Vanilla Cookie is the only one who looks after the Cookie Kingdom in your absence, with the help of others, of course, ensuring that the denizens won't try to fight or eat each other again because he knows that you'll be heartbroken to see them being savage to one another when you return.

His friends are too busy taking care of their denizens in their kingdom to help him, but he's fine with that. He has to make sure that the kingdom you have rebuilt and prospered stays afloat. He doesn't have to worry about his kingdom and his denizens since he let others he knows he can trust take care of the place in his absence. After you're gone, Pure Vanilla Cookie has been researching and practicing a special spell, a kind of spell that could transport a being like you to their reality. Luckily, it won't hurt you, just some minor dizziness and headaches that will eventually go away.

He couldn't bring himself to hate you. He may not know what happened to you, but he understands why you left. You have your own reasons for not being here with them anymore, but even so, he couldn't help but miss you so much. Everyone does. Your absence left them a gaping hole in their hearts, and they couldn't move on without you plaguing their minds.

So if you finally return to see them again, they will make sure they won't let you go again. You don't mind that, do you?

B̨ͯa̵̛͙̜͙͑ḵ̵͔̭͞e̹͍̍̈́͢͝r̘ͤ͊ͣ͢͞͠.͒̅ͭ͌

[To Be Continued]

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[Disney Villains Scenarios]

「Evil Queen」

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「Sweet Little Baker Scenarios」

Note: These are side stories of the main story so think of these as canon or non-canon if you like.

Summary: Just a normal day in the Cookie Kingdom with you being the center of attention for all of your admirers, overprotective denizens, and some assassins who try to kill you, but everyone always protects you from harm's way while you try to enjoy life so you can avoid falling into a bottomless pit of despair.

Warning/Tags: yandere tendencies, platonic/romantic, toxic relationships, toxic behaviors, sexual content, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, self-loathing, low self-esteem, depression, deaths, violence, blood/gore, horror, stalking, cult-worshipping, cannibalism, attempted murder, isekai, etc.

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「Yandere Black Forest Cookie」

「Yandere Wedding Cake Cookie」

「Yandere Pastry Cookie」

「Yandere Kumiho Cookie」

「Yandere Royal Margarine Cookie」

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[CRK List]

「Sweet Little Baker」

「Sweet Little Baker Scenarios」

[Other List]

「Disney Villains Scenarios」

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「Sweet Little Baker」

Note: I might add more tags or remove some of them below if I changed my mind, I'll also write more chapters or not if I wanted to add something in the story. And lastly I'll rewrite some of the stories for reasons if you don't mind.

Summary: They worship a being that is greater than the witches themselves, called the Baker, but then one day there is silence from the sky, and all they could do was wait for you to come back, not realizing how obsessive, desperate, and monstrous they have slowly become.

Warning/Tags: yandere tendencies, platonic/romantic, toxic relationships, toxic behaviors, no sexual content, suggestive, deaths, violence, blood/gore, cannibalism, abandonment, horror, memory wipe, attempted murder, cult-like worshipping, stalking, depression, suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide, low self-esteem, self-loathing, self-harm, isekai, etc.

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「Prologue」

「Chapter 1」

「Chapter 2」

「Chapter 3」

「Chapter 4」

「Chapter 5」

「Epilogue」

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Fluff | Yandere Black Forest Cookie x Baker Reader |

Note: This is not the main story but a side story I wanna write, don't worry another chapter will be finished someday. You can think of this as canon or non-canon of the main story if you want. Also I'm bad at describing characters.

Warning/Tags: yandere tendencies, romantic, mention of sex without sex involve, mention of stalking, violence, gore (jam from cookies), horror, mention of depression, isekai, she's creepy but also cute, etc.

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[Narrator POV]

Black Forest Cookie is the most... interesting creature you have ever met.

You met her when you finally got enough soulstones to make her appear in your kingdom. Just like all the new creatures you brought in after spending all your cookie cutters, her appearance was different from what she used to look like.

She is as tall as a tree; her long, dark brown curly hair almost reaches her feet. Her nails are long and sharp while she is holding her black baccara bouquet. Her wedding dress and long veil look surprisingly okay, given how tall she is, and her face is shrouded in black except for her wide eyes and wide grin.

At first, she was confused when she found herself in an unfamiliar place until you explained to her that she was in Cookie Kingdom and would be staying here for now.

When Black Forest Cookie first met you, it was love at first sight; she felt like it was a divine fate for the two of you to be together. However, when she found out that you're the Baker and the one who brought her to your kingdom, she felt ecstatic, believing that a divine being like you loved her and chose her as your bride.

Of course, you decline to marry her, at least not yet, anyway, because you only just met her, despite knowing who she is. You don't know if you'll be a good spouse to her since you've always been single and you're not good at loving someone in a romantic sense.

But Black Forest Cookie still insisted on marrying you, even going so far as to stalk you behind every tall tree and building she could hide behind, and being aggressive to anyone who wanted to marry you too, like Kumiho Cookie, who tried to marry you by mating with you and eating your insides so you two would be together forever, which is kind of messed up but also kind of hot.

The two of them never see eye to eye and you don't think trying to get them to get along with each other would be a great idea. It gotten so bad that the two of them started fighting each other mercilessly and you had to stop them before it gets any worse with the help of others.

You made sure to put them on a tight leash, and if they ever try to misbehave and do that again, you won't hesitate to send them to the time-out zone, and you won't let them out until they learn their lesson. That place will never be a pleasant place for creatures like them.

Dating Black Forest Cookie was so confusing and awkward. You didn't know what you were doing; you just took her to your favorite place called the Jampie Diner and ordered your favorite food while she ordered the meals she liked from the menu. You both started to get to know each other, and you tried to copy what you learned from guidebooks about romance and advice from others, but you failed miserably and felt like you wanted to die of embarrassment.

But she loved everything about you. She even found it cute that you tried to flirt with her. She didn't care if you were doing things right on their date; she was glad that she could spend time with her soon-to-be spouse. Also, she wouldn't hesitate to shower you with love if you felt sad, depressed, or worthless because you deserve to be loved by someone like her.

You went to the Kingdom Arena to earn medals of victory so you could get more soulstones and other items from the Medal Shop. When you sent out your selected team to fight the opposing team, Black Forest Cookie was among them. You expected that it would be difficult for her since this was her first arena battle, but you widened your eyes in shock, as did everyone except for your team in the arena, when she transformed and started decimating them as if it were nothing.

Her transformation, Cake Bride, made her look taller, more regal, and terrifying. Three spiked dark brown horns resembling a crown protruded from her head. Her once long dark brown curly hair is turning pale white, and it almost resembles a veil. Four floating pale white hands with candy cane striped claws accompany her, and her eyes are closed, but that didn't stop her from being a predator to her enemies.

She rips the cookies apart with her teeth, slashing them with ease as the blood and gore of jams and crumbs splatter around the arena. Her opponents scream in pain and fear as they beg for mercy, while the others try to attack her but fail and end up as one of the fallen ones.

Once the battle was over, she transformed back to her regular self and turned to look at you and smile while covered in jam, wondering if you're proud of her. You blush, finding her brutality attractive.

To this day, you still have no idea why your former cookies are different than their cookie counterparts. You have been getting a lot of trophies and medals of victory, and even achieving the highest rank in the Kingdom Arena, which is kind of cheating and unfair. But who cares? At least you can buy more soulstones and items, so you can make your former cookies stronger and hopefully obtain more characters to live in your kingdom.

You still don't want to marry her, but maybe someday you two will have a private wedding with only Pastry Cookie and Wedding Cake Cookie helping and blessing you both, because you know that the denizens won't be too happy about it, since most of them want you to be theirs, while the others are very protective of you.

You also don't know if you should have sex with her or not because you heard that a couple should consummate their marriage, right? Well, she is scary but also pretty, and you like her beautiful hair, so that counts. You also like her slim body, though you wonder if she would like yours too. Would she hate it? Would she find it disgusting? You don't know, and you're scared to find out, but seeing how much she loves you without judging you at all, maybe she would love it if you're ready.

[The End]

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| Yandere CRK x Baker Reader | Chapter 1

Note: It was really hard to write that part without reminding me that I tried to do that in real life. I'm not really good with words but if you ever feel like you're worthless or wanting to do something like this then please don't do it, your loved ones will always love you no matter what even if they're not perfect or anything, and they'll be sad if you're gone, so what I'm trying to say is that you're not alone and you're special in your own way even if you don't think that you are. Sorry if I sound so cheesy when I said this.

Warning/Tags: yandere tendencies, platonic/romantic, horror, depression, suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide, self-hatred, angst, cookies are monsters literally, isekai, etc.

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[Narrator POV]

Your life is normal and you're fine with it. You live in an apartment and have a decent job to earn money. You also got in touch with your parents since they're worried about you, and they often text or call you to make sure you're alright. Sometimes you find it annoying, but you don't blame them for their behavior.

Everything is fine in your life, and yet why aren't you happy?

You sigh and open the door of your apartment after a long day at work, doing your usual routine before night falls. You head to your room to change into your pajamas before plopping down on the bed. You pull out your phone and see a lot of text messages from your mom asking if you're eating well and doing alright. You sigh and reply to her message as usual before closing the app and searching on youtube to watch something to distract yourself from that heavy feeling again.

You watch some cat videos and gaming videos about your favorite youtubers just to put a smile on your face, even if it's only for a little while. Just then, a single video catches your eye. It's about a new update for your once-beloved game cookie run: kingdom, and it features new playable characters known as the beast cookies. They look so interesting and are apparently the parallel of the ancient cookies. It also introduces a new story called Beast-Yeast, as well as beascuits, topping tarts, new toppings, other new playable characters, etc.

The video reminds you of the first time you were introduced to that game. You were looking for a new game to play out of boredom until you stumbled upon a game called cookie run: kingdom on play store. You found the game interesting, so you downloaded it and played it for the first time, and that's how you grew attached to the game and the cookies you had collected.

Whenever you got home from school or finished doing your chores, you always played that game to your heart's content, making your cookies stronger, doing tasks, completing missions, granting wishes for them in the tree of wishes, trading, building houses and stuff, and even decorating your Cookie Kingdom to make it more lively for them because they deserve it.

You remembered how your cookies loved what you did for them and their home. You thought it was strange for them to say that, but thought that maybe the developers added some fourth wall break dialogue, like most games do. So you shrugged and smiled, happy to see they were enjoying themselves in the Cookie Kingdom.

It sounded weird, but you used to talk to them as if they were real people. Whenever you felt down or that life was hard to deal with, you would talk to them, telling them about your struggles, your fears, your frustrations, your hatred towards one of your classmates, teachers, and even your parents. Sometimes, you wished that they were gone for hurting you. You remembered how you ended up crying in silence while tapping your cookies to say something to make it look like they were comforting you, and that made you happy, even for a little while.

But as time passed and life became even more difficult, you rarely played the game until eventually, you stopped playing it to focus on your life instead. It was hard for you to not play and interact with your cookies anymore, but you had problems in your life that you had to deal with, and so you left cookie run: kingdom on your phone, untouched, for years.

You tried your best; you really did. School was hard, but you tried to study harder without help so you wouldn't feel like a burden to everyone. You made some friends who were nice to you, though they probably felt bad for you since you spent time alone because you didn't know how to socialize with others very well. Your relationships with your parents weren't the best. You tried to make them happy and proud of you, but sometimes it didn't work out the way you wanted it to.

You tried to be good; you didn't mean to make your parents mad by making a mistake or doing something bad. It felt like your world slowly crumbled each time you reminded yourself that you're not good enough for them. Then, one day, you did something that you still regret to this day.

You didn't know why you tried to do it; maybe you believed that once you were gone, you wouldn't have to feel depressed anymore and that you wouldn't have to carry the burden of being born if you just closed your eyes and never woke up again. So, when your parents were asleep, you tried to end your own life, but it didn't happen; you're still alive. Maybe you didn't cut your skin hard enough, or maybe the knife wasn't sharp enough to make you fall asleep, but regardless, you're still alive. You ended up crying and told your parents what you were doing last night. They were obviously horrified by what you had planned to do. Eventually, they cried with you and hugged you tightly.

You felt so guilty and ashamed back then, blaming yourself for making them worried because of your stupid actions that you were trying to do to yourself. Luckily, you only had deep bruises on your body, so your parents put medicine on them to hopefully help them heal better. Your parents took you to see a psychologist to help you with your mental health issues, but they just wanted you to be cured because you overheard them talking with the psychologist in the other room while you were sitting outside, and that made you feel like it was your fault for having them in the first place.

You knew that your parents were trying to help and knew what was best for you, but sometimes you just wished that they would try to understand you better. However, you knew that even if they did, they would probably just do it the same way, trying to make you normal. Sometimes, you hated them, but you also felt happy that they still cared about you, even though you felt guilty about it.

After that incident, your parents always helped you when you were feeling troubled in your life. You felt bad, but at the same time, you felt happy that you no longer had to worry about anything, thanks to your parents' persistence in helping you whenever you felt confused or worried about something.

Years later, you graduated and found a job and an apartment to move into. Your parents still help you, even though you don't live with them anymore. For a while, you felt happy with your life; you didn't feel depressed anymore, and you could do whatever you liked now that you live alone. Though life can have ups and downs, overall, you manage to get through the day without any problems.

But then that heavy feeling returned, and you didn't feel happy anymore. You didn't know why you were feeling like this; you thought you were doing better. You did what your parents and the psychologist asked you to do to make you feel better. Maybe it's because of the bad day you had when you got yelled at by your boss for running late at work, or one of the customers was rude to you and even spilled coffee on your uniform for doing something wrong, or something else. But whatever the case, that heavy feeling just came back again to remind you that you're still worthless, even if you try to be better.

You tried not to think about ending your life again and tried to think of positive things because you didn't want to go through that again, just to make your parents worry about you even more. You hated yourself for not getting used to it, thinking that you should stop being a selfish moron for believing that your life is meaningless and wanting something more in your mundane life.

Why can't you be normal like everyone else, you worthless piece of shit!?

You shook your head at that awful thought and exited youtube after finishing watching the video. Maybe playing cookie run: kingdom again isn't such a bad idea. You'll play the game and interact with your cookies again, even if it's for nostalgic reasons. With a smile and a little bit of excitement, you updated the game and started playing it, expecting to see the familiar devsisters intro at the beginning.

But it didn't happen; instead, there's only Pure Vanilla Cookie standing there behind a black screen, looking straight at you with a somber expression. Then he spoke to you, but no text appeared on the screen, nor was there no sound to convey his speech, which sometimes happens if the voice actors didn't have time to voice act the characters. No, he really is speaking to you in his full voice.

Pure Vanilla Cookie: "Baker... you finally returned."

Y/n: "W... What?"

This didn't happen before; is that what happens if you don't play the game for too long?

Pure Vanilla Cookie: "We thought that we would never see you again, but you finally came back to us!"

He smiled.

Pure Vanilla Cookie: "I'm not mad that you left; you have your own reasons for leaving us, but I think it's best that you live here with us so you won't have to face something that is troubling you anymore!"

Y/n: "W-Wait, what?!"

Before you have time to react, you see a flash of light, and your world fades to black.

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You heard voices ringing in your ear, and they all sound so familiar.

Strawberry Cookie: "A-Are they really the Baker?"

Wizard Cookie: "Of course they are, dimwit! Why do you think Pure Vanilla Cookie brought them here if they're not the Baker?"

GingerBrave: "Baker, are you still here with us?"

You groan and sit up, feeling so dizzy that you rub your temples to ease yourself from the irritating headache you're experiencing.

Y/n: "Wh... huh?"

You open your eyes but quickly widen them in shock. What you see in front of you leaves you feeling confused, wary, and filled with dread. It's like you're being surrounded by predators looking straight at you, but they don't look hungry. Well, maybe some of them are, but what confuses you the most is why they look like cookies you know so well, yet why do they look so different from what you remember.

They don't look like cookies; instead, they look like monsters from folklores you used to be obsessed with as a kid. Although some of them look like hybrids of two or more creatures, you have a hard time figuring out what they're based on. You look at them with nervousness, and you can't even form a sentence of your own.

Y/n: "I-I... um..."

Custard Cookie III: "You don't remember us, Baker?"

The little prince said in worry as his sheep ears lowered to reflect his real emotions.

Chili Pepper Cookie: "Don't tell me you forgot about us!"

She looks rather annoyed as she crosses her arms, though there is a slight hint of worry in her eyes.

Y/n: "I-I do remember you all; it's just that y-you don't look like cookies..."

The coo—no, everyone looked at you weirdly as they muttered to each other about what you just called them.

GingerBrave: "Cookies? What do you mean, Baker? We have always looked like this before you came into our lives!"

Y/n: "But you all were..."

You stopped your sentence when you heard a familiar voice.

Pure Vanilla Cookie: "Alright everyone, let's give them space since they are still in shock after I brought them here to their kingdom."

Y/n: "Wait, kingdom....?"

You turn to the voice expecting to see Pure Vanilla Cookie, but you're met with a tall, bipedal sheep creature that kind of resembles Custard Cookie III, except he has four ram horns that curl up and down and four eyes, but they're closed because of the noticeable scars on his face.

Y/n: "Oh my god, your eyes! What happened?"

He smiled at your words and shook his head.

Pure Vanilla Cookie: "You don't have to worry about me, dear; it's not that important."

You wanted to know what happened to him that gave him these scars, but then you remembered what he said earlier. You stood up from the grassy floor and looked around the place; it seemed so familiar, but you wanted to know if it was true or not.

Y/n: "Where exactly am I?"

Just then, Gumball Cookie spoke up to explain where you were.

Gumball Cookie: "You're in the Cookie Kingdom, Baker. You did amazing decorating our home like this; it's a masterpiece!"

You blushed as you felt flattered by his compliment, and you scratched the side of your neck sheepishly.

Y/n: "Oh, um, I'm glad you all enjoy it."

Cherry Blossom Cookie: "Of course, we all enjoy it. You did so much for us, and we're all grateful that you gave us a place to call home!"

Everyone agreed with her, and then Cream Puff Cookie came forward with a somber look on her face.

Cream Puff Cookie: "But then you left without warning, and everyone is heartbroken when you're gone. Did we do something wrong to make you leave, Baker?"

You widen your eyes in surprise at her words. Just then, everyone starts begging you not to leave them again; some of them even tear up in sadness at the thought of you disappearing from their lives again.

Pancake Cookie: "Please don't go!"

Cherry Cookie: "We need you here!"

Pumpkin Pie Cookie: "Please stay with us, Baker; Pompon and I don't want to feel sad anymore."

Just then, Snapdragon Cookie came flying towards you and hugged you tightly as they let out baby noises, as if to say that they didn't want you to go away. You looked down at the little fellow; they didn't look like they were made of dough; they looked so real to you. You wondered if these former cookies were meant to look like monsters in their world rather than what you thought they were in your world.

You look at everyone for a moment. They're all worried about you leaving them behind again because they love and care about you. You always thought that they didn't have real emotions since they're characters from a game, but you were wrong; they do have emotions, and those are fear, worry, anger, and sadness in their eyes.

You're left speechless; no one is worried about you besides your parents like this before. You always thought that no one would love a worthless trash like you. You're just a nobody who's forgotten by everyone because you're not memorable enough to stay in their minds, and yet these people never forget about you even after so many years, and they love you so much that they never want to let you go.

All these feelings of worry and dread about them suddenly wash away from you; all you really feel now is sadness and guilt, and you can't help but cry. Everyone widens their eyes in surprise when you cry as you hug the baby dragon back.

Y/n: "I'm so sorry; I'm so sorry for leaving you all behind!"

As you said that with tears in your eyes, all of the children start hugging you and crying with you. Most of the adults join in, while the others stay with somber expressions on their faces. Pure Vanilla Cookie stares down at you with sadness. You were unhappy with where you came from, but you don't have to worry about that anymore because he'll make sure that you won't go through that ever again.

[To Be Continued]

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ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ ʀᴜɴ

"ᴀ ᴍɪᴅᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴅᴀʏᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ" - ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ

(10/02/24)

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ

(10/11/24)

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

(03/10/25)

ᴍᴜʟᴛɪ

"ᴀ ʜᴇɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴇꜱ." - ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇꜱ x ᴛʜɪᴇꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

(10/11/24)

"ꜰᴀɪɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ" - ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇꜱ x ʙᴀᴋᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

(10/27/24)

"ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ꜱʜɪɴɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ" - ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇꜱ x ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

(05/08/25)

"ᴀ ʀᴇꜰɪɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴀʟᴀᴛᴛᴇ" - ᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇꜱ x ʙᴀᴋᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

(05/12/25)

ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ

"ɴᴏᴛ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴏɴ" - ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ x ʙᴀᴋᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

(09/29/24)

"ꜱᴀᴄᴄʜᴀʀɪɴᴇ" - ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ x ʙᴀᴋᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

(10/05/24)

ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʟɪʟʏ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ

"ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴇɴ" - ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʟɪʟʏ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ x ʙᴀᴋᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

(03/11/25)

"ᴀ ᴘɪᴄɴɪᴄ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴡᴏ" - ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʟɪʟʏ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ x ʙᴀᴋᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

(03/14/25)

ʀᴇᴅ ᴠᴇʟᴠᴇᴛ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ

"ᴄʜɪꜰꜰᴏɴ'ꜱ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ" - ʀᴇᴅ ᴠᴇʟᴠᴇᴛ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ x ʙᴀᴋᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

(10/04/24)

ꜱᴛᴀʀᴅᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ

"ᴄᴏɴꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜꜱɪᴏɴ" - ꜱᴛᴀʀᴅᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ x ʙᴀᴋᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

(03/10/25)

ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ

"ᴀ ʙᴀᴛᴄʜ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ" - ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ x ʙᴀᴋᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

(03/10/25)

"ɢᴇᴛ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴏɴᴇᴅ ɪᴅɪᴏᴛ!" - ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴍɪʟᴋ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ x ʙᴀᴋᴇʀ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

(03/12/25)

ʀʏᴇ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ

"ʙᴀɴɢ ʙᴀɴɢ!"- ʀʏᴇ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ x ꜱᴏꜰᴛ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

(03/14/25)

ᴡɪɴᴅ ᴀʀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇ

"ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴡꜱ" - ᴡɪɴᴅ ᴀʀᴄʜᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

(05/08/25)

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Was my basement always this big?

I keep walking and walking

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🍪 𝗖𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗜𝗘 𝗥𝗨𝗡 𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

Invitation to Deceit

ft. Shadow Milk cookie

The Fall From Grace

ft. Pure Vanilla cookie..?

Comfort

ft. Candy Apple cookie, Truthless Recluse, Shadow Milk cookie

Sweet Little Lie~, Sweet Little Lie~ Pt. 2

ft. Candy Apple cookie, Shadow Milk cookie

The Beast of Gluttony

ft. Shadow Milk cookie, Pure Vanilla cookie

Based on @killa-cookie's Gluttony AU

Fanning the Flame

ft. Burning Spice cookie

Training

ft. Wind Archer cookie

Fish Inside a Birdcage: Rule 4

ft. Dark cacao cookie

Baker AU

Intro to the Baker AU Unnecessary Occasion Oh I just can't wait to be king! Cookies of Darkness vs. Cookies of the Cookie Kingdom (Ask) A day in the life of The Baker (Ask) If The Baker was summoned by the Cookie of Darkness (Ask) How cookie keep an eye on Y/N for the festival of The Baker (Ask) Pomegranate cookie tried to steal The Baker, lives to regret it. (Ask) Timid Baker (Ask) If The Baker knew the Beast cookie before their corruption (Ask)

ASKS

What if the reader was a cosplayer (Self aware au)

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Hey, I was wondering how to write nightmares, or sleep paralysis for my next story.

How to Write Nightmares and Sleep Paralysis

Causes of Sleep Paralysis:

Insomnia

PTSD

Anxiety disorders

Panic disorders

Disrupted sleep patterns (ex: jet lag)

Family history

Symptoms of Sleep Paralysis:

Paralysis (duh)

Feeling outside of your body

Chest pressure (as if someone is standing on your chest)

Sense of suffocating or breathlessness

Feeling like there is something dangerous in the room

Nightmares vs Night Terrors:

When having a nightmare, you are likely to wake up during it and will possibly be able to recall the dream or parts of the dream.

When having a night terror, you will not wake up and you won’t be able to recall the dream in the morning.

Symptoms of Nightmares:

Fast heart rate

Shortness of breath

Sweat

Anxiety

Struggling to go back to sleep

Writing Prompts

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit

She felt like she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes darted around the room, quick as lightning. She could see the nightlight she kept in the corner, casting the far wall of her bedroom in a blue light. Then she saw it. It watched her with a thin smile. She tried to sit up, to scream, anything, but she was frozen. The thing noticed her distress, and it stalked towards her, limbs elongated and as dark as the shadows of her room.

He sat bolt upright in bed. His heart was pounding so hard he felt like it was going to break through his chest. He grasped at his shirt, gripping the fabric as tight as he could. His skin was slick with sweat, and he had to peel his clothing off.

They stared up into the eyes of something. It was standing on their chest, looming over them with an emotionless gaze. They couldn't move, their limbs stiff and refusing to listen to their mind pleading with them to run. And so they stared. And the thing stared back.

She woke up screaming.

He tossed and he turned, but no matter what he did or however many times he flipped his pillow over, he could not fall asleep. He was too afraid. Afraid of that same, damn, nightmare.

They ran a stressed hand through their hair as they tried to control their breathing. It was quick, and they felt more and more lightheaded with each passing second. There was nothing they wanted more than to go back to sleep, but every time they closed their eyes it was like they were transported back to that awful dream. They slowly pulled themselves from the bed and stalked to the shower. They knew there was no way they would be able to sleep again tonight, so they might as well start their day.

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Hmmmm 👁️🫦👁️ yandere Doflamingo X from male reader who develops stockholm syndrome (I'm it isn't scientific but it's helpful ;-;) and ends up slowly warming up to/falling in love with him?

Doffy can be sickly sweet, always holding reader close, lavishing them with praise and buying things for them, but when reader tried to escape or got -what Doflamingo thought- was too close to someone else, he gets kinda dark. Cue some kind of punishment followed by him acting all good cop and doting on reader.

Some fluff/smut peppered in if that's okay 😭

Hope this is alright and doesn't break any of the rules

Yandere Donquixote Doflamingo x male reader

Headcanons

Tw for darker stuff ig? I love Doffy, hes my little crazy muffin. Probably not the best Stockholm syndrome, mainly just the reader being dumb and easily manipulated.

i feel like my obsession with doffys tongue is visible in this... exposing myself.

Doflamingo is known for being a master manipulator, so once he turns his attention to you and wants you for himself, he will have you one way or another. Theres a big chance you won’t even realize what’s happening until its way too late, and you are completely caught in his web of strings.

You had just been the average dock worker, working for one of the many companies working under The Joker in the underworld, smuggling all kinds of stuff. It was never your job to question what you were shipping, and not asking questions meant you got to stay alive.

You just happened to be at the wrong place at the same time. You just happened to be dumb enough to not have a sense of self preservation. You just happened to not recognize the 10 ft tall blonde in a pink feathery coat and goofy sunglasses. And you just happened to look so… cute.

You didn’t really have any friends on this island. It wasn’t the place you got close to anybody, and you sure as hell never trusted anybody, as everyone here was some kind of criminal. You were one of the few who wasn’t a blood thirsty psycho. You just had been given a bad hand in life and a lot of bad luck.

When the tall blonde started appearing near the docks on the regular, you didn’t question it. Questions should never be placed, and even though you had no idea who he was, everyone else seemed to fear him. So, no matter how handsome he was, you tried to stay out of his way.

You were a clumsy fool. It had resulted in a lot of punishment and beatings, but to Doflamingo, you were just so adorable. Like watching a little lamb running around thinking they were safe from the pack of blood thirsty wolves always circling.

When gifts started appearing in your dorm, as you were so low ranked in the system that you didn’t even have enough money for your own place, you didn’t know what to do.

You had never owned expensive things, so you knew nothing about the quality of things you were given. You didn’t understand just how expensive the shirt you were given was, or that the bracelets that looked a little too much like shackles cost more than someone like you would ever see in their life.

The gifts kept coming, and somehow your roommates disappeared, leaving the room all for you. One day when returning from the docks, it had even been redecorated. You almost had a heart attack, thinking someone else had moved in. But when you asked your superior, they had just glanced around nervously and said it was for you and to not question it.

Through all of this, Doflamingo watched your every move. From the moment you got up in the morning till you went to bed, and sometimes even as you slept.

Being who he was, Doflamingo had nothing against sneaking into your room as you slept, just so he could watch you. Or if he was feeling starved enough, he would lean down and kiss you, sometimes letting that long monster of a tongue slide into your mouth for just a small taste.

Before you knew it you were pretty much Doflamingos property. In the beginning you didn’t wear any of the fancy clothes or jewelry, not wanting to dirty any of it. But from one day to the next, all your old clothes went away, leaving you with only the clothes so expensive the majority of the world could only dream about owning it.

You didn’t understand why most of it bore a specific shade of pink, or that the symbol sewn into most of the clothes in one way or another was a jolly roger. You, in your oblivious mind, just thought it was a brand or print.

Doflamingo couldn’t help but feel pleased as everyone stared at you with fear and dread, avoiding you every chance they got, as everyone but you seemed to know you were his, and his alone.

You were right where he wants you, and little by little, Doflamingo would insert himself into your life. At first, you’d see him in passing, but soon you would see him every shift and you two would talk.

You were so concentrated with working that you didn’t notice how he always seemed to stare at you, and if he hadn’t worn sunglasses, you might have seen how he so rarely blinked, as if wanting to eat you up.

At some point he just happens to “offer you a job”, giving you the job of a lifetime. Doflamingo could almost have writhed in pleasure when you agreed, smiling so brightly and looking so deliciously stupid, to him at least.

All the many mysterious gifts you were given were moved, and soon you worked right under Doflamingo. Maybe as his assistant or something like that, some job where you would be right by him every day. Of course, you weren’t actually do any work that mattered, he just gave you fluffy paperwork that would be thrown out, since there was nothing of importance on them.

From then on you gave you his presents in person, leering and grinning when you became flustered and stuttered before giving a shy thanks.

Everyone in the donquixote family knew you were off limits as they saw the possessive look Doflamingo always gave you, or how he would pull you into his lap and claim there weren’t any more seats, using his strings to whisk whatever chairs were around away.

Working for Doflamingo, you ended up growing, what should I say, used to the treatment. You had come to expect his praise and lingering touches, or the gifts hed rain down on you. So when he kissed you the first time, you weren’t too surprised.

Sure you still blushed up a storm, but it had all seemed to lead up to this. To you, who still had no idea of Doflamingos darker side, thought he may just have been shy and expressed his feelings for you through gifts.

When you guys started “officially” dating, he got worse, or better, depending on who asks. I’m putting officially in quotations, as to Doflamingo you had always been his.

Forget about any type of work you were doing before, you were always seated in his lap now, wearing the clothes he picked out for you, and being a good little lover for him.

Dating Doflamingo also meant you quickly got used to gagging, since he’s the type of guy that always tries to shove his tongue down your throat, and with Doflamingo having the tongue he does, he actually succeeds in doing so.

Hes sickeningly sweet to you, fawning over you and piling praise on you, his large hands wandering and making you see stars whenever you are even a little bit in the mood. Its because of this it takes you so very long to realize what kind of monster he is.

The reveal was never meant to happen, but you somehow ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time, and you got to see Doflamingos true colors. Seeing him tear someone apart with his strings, that large grin on his face, made you feel sick.

After that you grew distant, and Doflamingo pouted and kissed your face all over, trying to get him to tell you what was wrong. But you never told him, just shrinking away from him, as the seriousness of the situation finally seemed to dawn on you.

Even to you, who wasn’t the smartest person around by far, it all seemed to click into place. From your job, to your clothes, to how everyone seemed to avoid you, isolating you to under interact with Doflamingo.

You needed to get you, that’s what you became sure of. Its only because Doflamingo never thought you’d actually try to leave that you got the upper hand. In the end you didn’t even get off the island, but you were smart enough to get out of his base and to the docks where you had worked before.

But as you were about to board a ship to get outta there, strings seemed to cage in the entire island, like a birdcage. Doflamingo had realized you were gone, and he was pissed.

Before you knew it, conquerors haki covered the entire island, knocking you out almost immediately, but not before you felt your heart sink to the bottom of your feet, the reality of Doflamingos strength finally hitting you.

When you wake up again, you find yourself in Doflamingos bedroom, golden shackles similar to the bracelets you were given keeping you locked to the bed.

It takes you a moment to notice him, but when you do you almost throw up from the fear it causes. There in the corner sits Doflamingo, but for the first time since you’ve met him, he looks angry. No, he doesn’t look angry, he looks enraged.

He doesn’t even demand an answer from you as to why you tried to run. He just gets to his feet and approaches you, and for the first time his 10 feet of height scares you. But then he doesn’t something unexpected. He cradles your face in his hands and coos at you, treating you as if you were some kind of child or animal that had broken the rules, not because you wanted too, but because you were so very dumb you didn’t realize you broke them.

All these months of being with Doflamingo from morning till dawn as caused you to love him, its no secret. Its just a reaction of the human psyche, so part of you had been scared of disappointing him. It also makes your insides flutter at his cooing, even as he calls you a brainless stupid idiot who can’t think for themselves.

All his cooing and sugar sweet but cruel words makes you cry, making Doflamingo smirk when you sob into his chest, apologizing for running away. When you agree with him that you are stupid and can’t make decisions on your own, he knows he’s won. Well, he’s known he’s had you for months, but seeing you admit it is euphoric.

Doflamingo ends up holding you in his arms and cooing at you, pouting and sounding of so sweet as you cry, telling you he forgives you. But there must be consequences, and you have to be punished.

You’ve never been punished by Doflamingo before, so you have no idea what to expect. Knowing the kind of role Doflamingo wants to play, the punishment is probably something along the lines of overstimulation until you pass out, and when you wake up, he will do it again and again, repeating the process until he feels you’ve paid for your sins.

When hes strung you of everything you’ve got and you cant even think straight, he would pick you up and kiss you all over, praising you in that sickeningly sweet honey voice of his, carrying you to his personal bathroom.

Here he would get both of you into his large bathtub, where he would scrub your limp and hickey covered body dry as you whine and whimper, almost melting against his chest as his large hands massage all your sore muscles.

As you bathe, you most likely end up with him fucking your thighs, Doflamingo cooing in your ear that he will have mercy on your cute little holes for now, since they’re still so sensitive from your punishments. But next time he won’t be as lenient.

As he slides his shaft between your thighs, Doflamingo would slide his tongue down your throat again, smirking to himself as you jolt and twitch, still arching into his touch even as your body ached and burned from all the overstimulation.

After he finishes, he would praise you more before getting out of the bath, where he would dry you off in the softest of towels, before Doflamingo would tuck you both into bed. You would pass out immediately again, slumping against his chest as Doflamingo laughs, rubbing your back and kissing the top of your head.

He loves you, as much as someone like Doflamingo could love. And because he loves you, he owns you. That’s his logic at least. This also means you will never be allowed to leave, and no one will ever be allowed to take you away. And he will do everything in his power to make it a reality.

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HERO!! Comic

PAGES:

ACT 1 - Start

ACT 2 - Start Pages 1-2 | Pages 3-6 | Pages 7-8 | Pages

Updates weekly, you can read ahead on Patreon!

Summary:

After his fated battle with All for One, All Might is left with a brand new child- congratulations, It's a boy! All Might's going to learn to come to terms with raising a child and learning how to live for both himself and Izuku- a difficult feat considering he's lived his life solely for others. Little did he know this boy would end up giving him the thing he's always craved- family. And Izuku? Well, he's just going to have to learn what it means to be surrounded by love and safety. All Might being there is a great bonus, but they both have a lot of trauma to unpack that can't be punched away; sometimes you just have to talk it out.

Pairings: Erasermight, Tododeku, and others tbd.

Extra Notes: This part of the fic will be a lot more fluffy and family centric, with some hurt/comfort thrown in. So no warnings for anything! Yes I babigirlify All Might.

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HERO! Comic

PAGES:

ACT 1 - Start ACT 2 - Start Pages 1-3 | Pages 4-5 | Pages 6-7 | Pages 8-9 | Pages 10-12 | Pages 13-14 | Pages 15-16 | Pages 17-18 | Pages 19-20 | Pages 21-22 | Pages 23-26 | Pages 27-28 | Pages 29-30 | Pages 31-32 | Pages 33-34 | Pages 35-36 | Pages 37-38 | Pages 39-40 | Pages 41-42 | Pages 43-44 | Pages 45-47 | Pages 48-51 | Pages 52-55 | Pages 56-57 | Pages 58-59 | Pages 60-61 | Pages 62-66 | Pages 67-72 | Pages 73-76 | COMPLETE

Updates weekly on weekends, you can read ahead on Patreon! :) Everything you need to know is below! :)

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Warning: blood

This is an OC I made! I love her despite how I made her as a demented little freak. Not the best but I'm proud of what I made.

Took me whole day to make this and my hand hurts like hell. I'll probably redesign her someday.

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Dreaming of You

Series Masterlist Here

Word Count: 1,800+

Synopsis: There was something not right about this scenario. Fear gripped you as you lay helpless and quivering beneath a figure you had never met. Fear gripped you, and the cusps of reality slipped further from you the deeper you gave in to his motions.

Themes: Accursed Prince Loki x afab!reader, dub con, non con hinted, size difference: extra large, Elbaf spoiler warning, NSFW, 18+, MDNI, smut, nightmares, terror themes, threats, violence threatened, fear, enemies that remain enemies.

Notes: Art by @skullfacedlady, to whom this fic is dedicated to because she needs more content with this beautiful, terrifying man. It is also not how I regularly write this little series, but I couldn't resist a little twist because my hand slipped. Position also heavily inspired by @don-mellow's art on Twitter (NSFW link). Two beautiful artists making me fall in love with this accursed prince, and it's a long way to tumble.

The atmosphere was sparsely illuminated by dull tongues of fire. Flickering against the cobblestone and revealing the giant’s mane and helm, a sinister grin split up his cheeks as he stooped below towards your small, quivering frame.

“Poor tiny human,” he purrs down at you, his voice reverberating in the chasms of your chest and causing your lips to quiver in fright. “All afraid and shaking.”

The rattles of the chains shackling his wrists was the only forewarning he gave before your clothes were split and shredded by one deliberate swipe. Fear gripped you as you were now bare before the giant, your eyes widening and flesh puckering in the cool of the air.

“No need for that face,” he chuckled, reaching down and expelling his cock from its bonds in his leathery pants. The tip was blushed a pretty hue of red, now revealed with a crude slap of his shaft springing up and catching on his stomach. “I have no intention of hurting my little plaything. Quite the contrary, in fact.”

The shudder in your body was the only response you made, your voice physically unable to speak or scream at the man to halt his actions. He dove down towards you, throat chuckling as a hefty wave of his warm breath met your flushed skin.

“I just want a look,” he growled in a deep baritone, “Open your legs for me, or I will open them for you. Trust, plaything, the former would be far more pleasant for you. Ankles to your ass, knees to the side. Now.”

A sob hitched in your throat as you made to move your body. As he said, you drew your feet slowly up to the bottom of your ass and butterflied your knees out to the sides. Turning your face away from him, you clenched your eyes shut and whimpered as you felt the huffs of his breath journey ever closer.

“Would you look at that, wee plaything,” his voice held a tone of teasing to it, “Such a pretty, flushed cunt all there for the taking.”

You screamed at him internally, pleading and begging for him to not attempt to put his cock inside you. It would kill you, given the fact his cock was larger than the size of you in your entirety.

His meaty fingers brushed against your side, tickling you with his teasing advances. You flinched away from his touch, but it only made him all the more enthusiastic about your little display. Drawing his hand up your torso, he used one hand to draw up both of your wrists to pin above your head by a single index finger.

“You know when I said ‘I just want a look’ just now?” he growled, stooping ever closer to you and dragging his whiskered chin over your naked chest.

“I lied.”

Just as you opened your eyes and began to make a motion to scream at him to halt, his fat tongue fled from his lips and licked a long stripe from your cunt up to your head. The slippery saliva dampened your pores, nipples pebbling as his hot breath cooled your skin when impacting the stripe. Your legs threatened to close to avoid the cold, but that thought was all but sprung from your head when his tongue returned to you.

Through panted, muffled breaths, the larger giant growled at you as he drew his slippery organ up and down your body.

“If you close your legs, plaything,” he mouthed at your skin, taking your cunt and ass into his mouth and flicking his tongue in messy circles behind his lips, “I'll bite the fucking things off. Leave them parted.”

You screamed internally at the thought, actions frozen in place as your thighs and knees became damp within the giant’s mouth. His smile only grew when he tasted your arousal beginning to pool over his tongue. Drawing your ass away from his mouth, he focussed the attention of his tongue against your slit: flicking his larger tongue against your clit to the best of his focussed abilities.

His tongue was porous, feeling each dip and elevation due to the insane size difference. It was larger than any cock you had seen in the past. The tip alone, now pointed and focussed, being of greater size than any toy you had found for yourself.

While pinning you with one hand, he reached his cock and began pumping it below you both. The drooling cock head twitched with every down thrust, the veins flooding his shaft with desire only swelling his need for you.

“That's it,” he praised you, the vibrations of his voice causing you to wail and arch your back towards his touch, “Give in to it. I'm not going to stop. Too much fun to be had between us, plaything.”

You felt the first cusps of ecstasy call to you, tingling in your toes and swelling within your chest. The muted moans and cries fleeing your lips held a gloomy echo, your eyes refusing to make contact with the beast lurking below you as he consumed your lust and drove you off the cusps of insanity.

“I can feel how close you are,” he chuckled, fucking his fist by bucking his hips down, “Let me hear you scream for me.” His thrusts were as manic as his tongue continued to flicker and swirl against your cunt.

Instead of maintaining focus of simply the tip of his tongue alone, he moved back to lengthy stripes, dressing your ass, cunt, and chest in a marriage of his saliva and your arousal each time.

It felt wrong on more levels than simply one. This giant’s touch, the way you couldn't speak, how you had no true control over yourself or how you responded to his words or actions, it was all too wrong. Just as you shook your head to attempt to free you of this internal line of questioning, your stomach clenched and sparks began to fly behind your eyes.

Euphoria bloomed in your stomach and flooded your veins with sparks and lightning. Releasing your ecstasy over the giant's tongue while screaming out in bliss, the giant moaned and chuckled down at you. Lulling and lapping, he greedily overstimulated you while you rode the waves of your high.

Pulling away, a large string of saliva connected his tongue to your cunt while he rose away from your panting and heaving form. Pumping his cock viciously, his tip began to bubble pearls of precum into his fist.

“What a pretty plaything,” he groaned out for you, his voice picking up in the corners of his throat, “I'm going to paint you to claim as mine. Look up at me now, plaything.”

His demands had your eyes meeting with the concealed gaze behind cream-coloured bandages, before your vision blurred by a crude splash of his cum meeting your face. Ropes of hot white uncoiled and burned against your head, torso, thighs, and cunt: almost drowning you in the sheer size of his load. Coughing and spluttering was all you could do as the giant barked out a cackled string of laughter.

“We are going to have so much fun together,” the giant’s voice echoed within your ears, muffled by viscous cum flooding your features.

With a fit of fiery adrenaline, you tore your hands away from his grip and sat upright. Eyes wide and manic, you continued on to release a blood curdling scream that rang throughout your quarters. Body covered in sweat, breath hitching in fear, undergarments covered with your sticky release, your eyes immediately found the door as it flung wide.

Immediately springing towards you, hands of rubber surrounded your form and coiled around you. The familiar feeling of your captain surrounding you was not unwelcome. Your arms immediately found their way to wrap around his back and bury your head in the crook of his neck.

“I couldn't move, I couldn't speak,” you sobbed manickly, curling into the embrace with your tears dampening his red best, “I was stuck, helpless, afraid. I couldn't-.”

“-Shh,” he hushed you, speaking your name slowly and quietly as he nuzzled against your head, “I'm not going to let anything happen to you. Just breathe with me, okay? Just in and out slowly. Just like you're smelling some of Sanji’s barbeque and blowing on it because the meat’s too hot.”

In your manic state, you manage to chuckle through the tears as your captain empathetically mirrored your laughter. He tightened the grip he had on you, squeezing his eyes shut and calming himself down alongside you.

He was usually a deep sleeper, but there was something about the way you screamed that seemed all too familiar to him. The helplessness, the fear, the torment. It was not a good scream to hear from anyone, least of all from his counsellor.

He invited you to serve on his ship because you had a natural gift. He couldn't put a name to it, nor could you, but you seemed to harbor a great amount of knowledge of decisions that lead to the best and worse outcomes in any given situation. Similarly to the way Nami can read the weather, you have this intuition regarding the future, knowing what would come to pass before it ever occured.

It doesn't happen often, not ever to this degree, and it could've simply been a nightmare: but it was so vivid, it caused you such great distress. Not only the vision itself, but the content of it. It was like you were trapped, and there was no one there to save you.

“When you're ready, and if you're able,” Luffy whispered against your ear, still trying to have you breathe with him with his arms surrounding you, “Tell me what happened. I'll listen, no matter if it was just a sea cow eating a part of The Sunny.”

He pulled away from your head, peering down and beaming at you with a smile. You gazed up at him through damp lashes and felt your breath control return to you. At the door to your quarters, the remainder of the crew stood in a variety of dress: from pajamas to their regular clothes, they all stood waiting for your words to come to you.

“It was a giant,” you whimpered softly, design your eyes between the two caramel orbs harboring nothing but love and understanding down at you, “And there was nothing I could do to stop it.”

“We've fought giants before,” Luffy nodded down at you, his brilliant grin still shining down on you as he smoothed your scalp with his hand, “Nothing we can't handle. We'll be right there with you, fighting the thing to the death. You'll see.” He whispered your name, holding you close and nodding down.

“That's just the thing, Captain,” you whispered back at him, breath as chilled as the grave and teeth chattering with your confession.

“You weren't there.”

“I'll see you soon, little plaything.”

Deep within the bowels of Elbaf, the larger giant chuckled with a large grin splitting up his cheeks. Cum covering his his belly, sheet discarded alongside his pants hanging limply off his ankles, chains rattling on his wrists, he continued to bark out laughter as he drew his fingers and palm over his sticky release.

Gathering the seed in the pads of his fingertips and smearing it over his flesh, he sighed out with a touch of whimsy in his tone.

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