#yuri!!!!!

🌾 - Finally… back from your trip. Cloud haetae was sleeping at the steps of the pagoda.. not being a very good guard. Once awoken the two of you climb the smooth steps, pass the dumpling kings and into the foggy, empty buildings.

🌾 - You make your way to the temple higher up the mountain, eager to hear the excitement of your arrival - as quiet as it was sometimes. You entered through the main doors, silence greeted you.. typical but you were quite eager for your two favorite cookies to be eagerly awaiting your arrival.

🌾 - Unfortunately you knew where to go and headed towards the meditation room, dropping your heavy backpack along the way. You open the door and your beloved, Mystic Flour and young child are sitting next to eachother with their eyes closed and face without any emotion… exactly where you left them two days ago.

🌾 - “You’ve returned.” Your little White Grain cookie says. “Welcome back, (mother/father/whatever u prefer).” The monotone greeting was followed by sounds of your confusion. “Did you two do anything while i was gone? Did you just sit here the entire time and… think?” She opened her eyes then presented an object. “No.. we came to visit you several times.” Mystic flour responds, white grain nodding along. “I didn’t see you..?” “We know.” The two respond at once, their words leaving you feeling somewhat off put and with more questions than answers.

🏜️ - The private quarters of the temple were quiet save for the echo of torch crackles, distant snoring and the patter of small feet on stone. The few cookies allowed in this section to tend and serve dared not stop the little fireball completely from experience.

🏜️ - Soon the little beast came upon the door pushing it open somewhat sneakily. Morning sun illuminated the large mass of tangled hair connected to a snoring beast and his partner nearby. The young cookie knew their father had a long battle the night before but he had still promised a day of rough housing and playful battle.

🏜️ - Seizing the opportunity for attention, they ran up to the bedside and began lightly tugging the hair. “Dad.” Another snore. “Wake uuup” a harder tug causing some mumble in his sleep and Burning Spice rolls over, pulling the little guy up onto the bed. Only fueled with determination to start the day early, they climbed up, took one of his hands and bit down with sharp teeth.

🏜️ - He jolted awake and pulled his hand away, the babies teeth still latched on. He groaned after assessing the situation but unfortunately could not be angry, he did teach them to take what they want and destroy obstacles… and this wasn’t the first time he awoke with teeth. “Eugh… Good morning Serrano Cookie…”

🏜️ - “IM READY FOR BATTLE!” “I can see that…”

🌷 - “YAAAAAA!” “WOOOOO” “RAHAHAHAHA” Was the war cries of three little twerps flying arounf and crashing into everything. Animals went flying, leaves scattered in the wind, sugar angels flew out of the way. Eternal sugar and her partner held up nets, hair sticking out all over the place, face contorted with exhaustion, regret and frustration.

🌷 - “Maybe giving them all those sweets was a bad idea…” Eternal sugar sighed as a very unslothful child whirred by. “It’s not your fault, love… let’s just focus on capturing them- BEIGNET COOKIE GET DOWN THIS INSTANT!” You swing the net and miss by an inch. “HEHEHEHEHE” the child giggles.

🌷 - You look over at an increasingly angrier Eternal sugar, her grip on the net tightening until she yelled out in a rather scary manner. “CANDIED FRUIT COOKIE, BEIGNET COOKIE, FROSTED BERRY COOKIE COME HERE THIS INSTANT OR IM SENDING YOU TO HOLLYBERRIES!” Her face darkened and thorns stuck up from her tail.

🌷- The three stopped dead in their tracks and darted to the ground in front of her begging not to go where they’d have to engage in physical activities and formal attire, not just lounge around and avoid chores. “Nooo mama she tries to teach us life lessons!” “She doesn’t let us do whatever we want!” “They have too many rules!” She crossed her arms and looked down at them with a face that scared even you.

🌷 - You almost forgot she was a beast sometimes, but today was a good reminder.

🃏 - Your first kid was completely normal- normal in the sense when they came out the oven they looked just like you. Just like that all of shadow milks name ideas for this evil little cookie he wanted down the drain. They were so normal it lured you into thinking the next one would be too. No. No no they were like a sixth beast of their own.

🃏 - While the first(milk froth cookie) was quiet, only presenting typical baby issues, this one(sour blueberry cookie) had even Shadow Milk running in circles. Strangely, milk froth cookie acted as a repellent. Though also a baby just slightly older any time they were near eachother it canceled out. So you can imagine the terror when it was time to send them to school.

🃏 - The kitchen was quiet after they had left, the two of you and his minions were staring at eachother with dread in your eyes. They had never been seperated before- what would they do? They had been honing their magic too.

🃏 - “Good evening!(it was morning) Wheres Milk Froth?” The four of you pass glances as the child floats in to steal from the endless pantry. “Theyre at school.. but dont worry! They’ll be home in a few hours!” Sour blueberry turned to you with those big eyes and the room felt like it had turned to daggers and blades. Then they shrugged. “Ok!” The four of you collapsed against the table in relief as the child chugged a gallon of mystery liquid and teleported back to their room.

🗡️ - Such a small, delicate, innocent thing, untarnished and unknowing of this world’s evils, of his evil doings. You had to reassure him many times he wouldn’t hurt them, then after some time you came up with the name Salt flake cookie.

🗡️ - Salt flake grew both in the presence of ghosts and the living, understanding what others did not. It was reassuring that a squadron of knights would be protecting them even when the two of you weren’t around. Silent salt was eventually lenient enough to allow them around the ancients. They were great influences after all, teaching Virtues long forgotten.

🗡️ - One day Salt flake returned from a weeklong visit to Hollyberry and began filling you and Silent salt in, they then add on: “and Hollyberrys friend was there, she was like really pretty with wings and pink hair.” And that made Silent salt stop and ask “can you name further identifying features about her?” You were already trying to calm him assuming this was who you assumed it was.

it's no secret that shelley's ripped, her muscles are even visible through her jacket for christs sake. you'd be lying if you said the sight of her muscles didn't turn you on, especially when she flexed. one time, she had you sit in her lap while she arm wrestled dunk (cuz you're her little cheer leader, duh), and you were so distracted by her biceps you didn't even register that she finally won.

when you asked shelley if you could fuck yourself on her abs, her heart almost exploded with excitement. she's never said yes to anything so fast in her entire life, you barely finished your sentence before she agreed. she immediately threw her jacket off, propping her back up with some pillows so her abs would be at a perfect curve for you.

she was practically buzzing as she watched you undress yourself, and if she had a dick she'd definitely have a raging boner by now. she felt herself drool when you took off those pretty lace panties she loves, your lidded gaze causing her cunt to throb. now only clad in your bra, another one of her favorites, you positioned yourself over her torso.

planting your hands atop her ribs for support, you lowered yourself onto her muscles, shelley's hands immediately grabbing hold of your hips. it didn't matter what she was doing, where she was, or who she was with, she just had to be touching you. her calloused thumbs gently kneaded your skin, subtly dragging you up and down.

it was embarrassing how wet you were already, surely you weren't this easy.. but you couldn't deny, it felt way better than you imagined. shelley on the other hand, didn't give a damn if you were embarrassed, she was just so happy to see you enjoying yourself so much. the red that painted her cheeks made her look even prettier than she normally did, especially with her lip between her teeth like that.

your nails dug into her skin, head hanging down as you rutted against her. if shelley, somehow spontaneously died right now, her only regret would be the fact she hadn't made you cum yet. with a new source of motivation, her hips bucked upwards, hands pressing you harder down onto her. the way you moaned had her seeing stars, once again drooling from pleasure.

your head fell into her shoulder, airy whines echoing throughout her ears as she soaked in your pleasure. when your moans started to raise in pitch, she knew she was doing everything right, and kept her steadfast pace. with a sharp gasp, you finally came undone, shelley sighing with satisfaction as she watched you tremble above her. she chuckled, hand coming up to caress the back of your head while you caught your breath. "you know," she started, breath laboured. "i think we should do this more often."

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