#HE WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE WILDBERRY AFTER SO LONG

[burningspicesaxe]

WILDCHIP NATION WE ARE SO BACK

[glitchy1938]

💥 anon

that was awesome! You are so talented- you’re my favorite blog :) don’t worry about doing my requests quickly, I’m happy to wait

I’ve got another idea- itd probably fit with the ancients- Idk if you know genshin impact, but the MC is like super underrated. So how about a reader based off them? Like they go from kingdom to kingdom helping others, possibly during the beasts escape as the chaos is happening, all to find their sister, but no one actually helps them. Maybe they eventually reach one of the ancients kingdom expecting the same rodeo but this newest kingdom actually helps them?

I've actually heard and saw some of genshin Impact, but not a big fan as for Poppy Playtime, Cookie Run Kingdom, FNAF, Dandy's World or others, but I'm happy to try !!

Oh ! And btw, (y/scn) is your sister cookie name if you don't know, hope you enjoy 😚😘

There Is Always Hope...

Years... Years that you search to find your sister, (y/scn).... After you're village got attacked and you lost sight of her, all you had from her was a picture of you both on a picnic, you promised to find her no matter what the cost ! You've been traveling the Earthbread for a loooong time. Stoping by to take some resources to your next traveling, or to sleep in a bed and not on the grass/ground.

You've also helped a lot of cookies on your way, you always help not matter if it was for small things or big, you asked if they saw or can come with you to help you find your sister... But no one helped you... You accept the fate that no one was going to go with you... You'll admit, the second reason why you asked them was for not being alone anymore.... You've grown tired of traveling alone... To no one else to talk to, to laught, to defend.....

That, is until you meet the Ancients... First was the Hollyberry Kingdom, you were on the forest, gathering your camp you've made for the previous night, until you heard some explosions not so far from here, you took your sword/blade and ran to see if the cookie were in danger. This is were you meet Hollyberry Cookie, she was fighting against the red dragon who was trying to crush her, you wasted no time to fight alongside with her, she was surprised, but didn't say anything about it.

After Pitaya Dragon was defeated, Hollyberry was laughing at him as he just groump about his loss, she then asked you who you were, and after introducing you to her, she invited you for some Berry jus to celebrate this victory and Her new friendships, you accept, not like it was something special for you, but it was fun.

You then meet Wildberry cookie, her bodyguard, she introduced herself as the queen of the Hollyberry Kingdom, and after some drinks (more like she drinks more then you) and laught, she asked what were you doing here, you hesitated to tell her, expecting the same answer that all cookies told you. You told her that you were looking for your sister, and if she want, she can join you... You were expecting the same answer, but to your surprised, she said "Yes" and with an exciting smile she give you a biiig hug to support and comfort you !!

"Haha ! Don't your worry dear friend ! We'll find her soon ! Don't worry about my duties, it's not the first time I live my Kingdom, trust me ! My shield will protect you from any danger that bary our route AND your sister !!"

You asked her if she actually WANT to come with you, and she said yes again, finally some company ! You were so happy that you hugged her out of excitement, but she give you back the hug.

The next destination and meeting was with Pure Vanilla Cookie, White Lily and Black Raisen Cookie saw you both in the forest and immediately told to Pure Vanilla, he then asked who were you after greeting you both. You and Hollyberry told your objective to find your sister and asked them both if they saw her somewhere... And of course, the answer was no, Hollyberry tap your shoulder as trying to comfort you, Pure Vanilla saw your long face and White Lily and apologies for not helping you much.

You only told them that it was fine and you won't stop search for her as long as your breath, then, came the idea to come alongside with you both, you immediately refuse saying that it'll only bother them and that they probably have more important things to do for they kingdom/duties. But he insist that he'll be glad to join to your quest with his best friend and say that you most need a healer for your next adventures, so you accept them joining your new group.

The next stop was to the Dark Cacao Kingdom, it was Caramel Arrow Cookie and Crunchy Chip and his wolf who actually meet you first, you three were walking in the forest while it snow, then you heard some cookies getting attacked by some brigand and you start to fight against them to protect the cookies who got attacked. Then they came to stop the brigand but saw you all were handling the situation very good after all the enemies were on the ground, passed out.

They immediately greeted Hollyberry and Pure Vanilla, not expecting them to come to their king Kingdom without warning at first, then Crunchy Chip asked you who you were, clearly you're not their bodyguards as he meet before, Pure Vanilla calm him down by saying that he and Hollyberry were joining you to find your sister you search for years. You asked them if they ever saw her somewhere, but no... As expected.... But Caramel Arrow say that, maybe her king saw her and you'll have to meet him, witch you didn't argue with that.

Inside the castle, the the ruler of the Dark Cacao Kingdom was waiting to meet you and knowing why you're here, but before that he got interrupted by Holly erry giving him a big hug as she missed her old friends, Pure Vanilla and you just chuckle a little at this scene. I mean, yes you discovered that she love hugs and she give the one who can actually CRUSH YOU Doug ! But it was funny to say the least, after introducing yourself to him and asked him if he ever saw (y/scan), he tried to remember... But unfortunately no... He didn't, but you didn't lose hope ! You thank him for letting you gather your resources and continue your quest.

Hollyberry say that he can join the team to help you, but he couldn't live his kingdom, there was coming a terrible storm and he have to assure that all the resources for his kingdom were enough until the end of it, but he give you some material to defend yourself against new enemies you'll confront. You thank him deeply for that, he wishes you good luck and hope you find your sister safe and sound, and not like the other cookies, you could see that he mean it.

Your next stop was the Golden Cheese Kingdom, the sun was hot and a little disturbing, at least for normal/weak cookie. You three were walking through the desert to see the Golden Cheese Kingdom, when you reached it, you all start to ask the cookies if they saw (y/scn), but none of them saw....

"What if we asked Golden Cheese Cookie herself ? She's looking at her Kingdom when she go out to fly, maybe she saw her ?.." suggest White Lily Cookie, you all agreed and went to her castle, you were impressed by all the golde there was, no wonder this Kingdom was so well held, Smoke Cheese cookie block your way to the castle, asking who you were and what do you want from their Raidience. "Hey fellas ! Don't worry, they're with us and they need to ask Golden Cheese something important !" Hollyberry reassure to the guard to let them in, as he look at you he guide you three to where the queen was.

When you arrived, she was on her throne looking like a diva as she was waiting for you three, "aah~ ! There you three are ! The other guards aware me of you coming to my home, but who's this ?" She asked as she point at you. After you introduced yourself to the queen, you asked her help to find your sister if she ever saw her.. "Well if you have a picture of her, I may remember if a saw someone like that or not." Maybe there was hope ?!... You gives her the picture you had, as she look at it for a moment... Then something snap at her !

"Wait a minute... I saw a face line that somewhere !" She declared, Hollyberry and Pure Vanilla looked dat each other then at you who was full of hope, you begged her where did she saw her, she start rubbing her temper, as she tried to remember where tehn she say that, it was near a forest, not too far from the Deliciousland Kingdom. Pure Vanilla sight relief, happy knowing that your sister was in good hands as she was near the Deliciousland Kingdom, ruled by Sweet Bleu Chocola cookie, you start to shake... Your friends were worried why you shaking and then you fell on the ground and crying..... After all this time... Finally... You we'll be together once again... You were so happy.. !

White Lily and Pure Vanilla comfort you as the best they can as Hollyberry thank the queen for her help. "No problem, I truly hope you two reunite and can rest, but before you go, have these little jewelry for you and the girl~, hope to see you two soon~" she say, as she clap her hand and one of the servent came with two little box of some golden jewelry, you thank her again and run to the exist while the others were trying to keep up with you (Pure Vanilla and White Lily 😐). You couldn't content your excitement and joy, you were finally seeing your sister after so long !! You hoped that she had a great life where she lived after all those years.

Your final stop was actually very far from the Golden Cheese kingdom, it took some weeks to reach out, but you all arrived there. On your way, they others told you about the ruler of this Kingdom, it wasn't a regular Kingdom like you saw, this Kingdom was the most popular, powerful, beautiful and most importantly well ruled. The queen who's ruling on was their spouse, you didn't know she was married to them, White Lily cookie told you about the adventures her and the others went when they were younger, Pure Vanilla say that Sweet Bleu Chocola cookie is super sweet, kind, pure, soft, strong... A really great person to meet, when you three arrived, they weren't lying...

You don't recall or remember seeing a Kingdom this beautiful, no dirt, no poor cookies, even the marche was full of good items/foods, but you wasn't here for that, you search freakently all the cookies, trying to see your sister anywhere as your fellow was trying to call her or asking others, after an hour or two you three stopped near a little park, "Don't worry, friend, we'll find her soon" said Pure Vanilla as he place a comforting smile for you... You return the smile, but you were a little worried about (y/scn)... Maybe she run off somewhere else... Or-

"Oh My Witches ?! HOLLYBERRY YOU'RE BACK !!"

A girl run to your direction and jump at Hollyberry giving her one BIG hug that she returned, "Pure Vanilla ! White Lily ! You two came here too !! Ooh I'm so happy !!" The girl then let go of Holly and hugged Pure Vanilla and White Lily at the same time, it was a cute scene to be honest, the girl then turn to you and introduce herself as Sweet Bleu Chocola Cookie... Wait- The queen the three others had been talking about ?!?

You greet her and asked her if she saw your sister, you showed her the picture and she immediately recognised it. "Oh ! I know her ! She's one of my bodyguard, if you want you can see her ^^" she say, with a smile, you immediately hugged her, thanking her for taking care of her when you weren't there... She just returned the hug, happy to make an other cookie happy, while she guide you to where (y/scn) was, the others told her why they were with you and what were you here for. She totally understood the feeling you were having, her sister too felt that way, and her also when she was alone.

When you got to the place your sister was, you saw her... She grow up so fast... Now she was a strong, young woman.... You almost wanted to cry... "Do you want me to call her ?.." Sweet Bleu asked, not wanted to force you too much, you nod.... still shaking, as she called her, White Lily and Pure Vanilla tell you that everything will be alright... You don't have to worry anymore... When (y/scn) saw you, she was shocked, to say the least... Then almost tear up and run to you and hug you tightly...

After so long... You two were finally able to see each other, be together again like the old days... You couldn't hold back your tears as your hug her back and cried... You thank your friends for their help and support.... Without them, you don't think you'll be able to see your sister again... "Nah, don't worry pal, it was a great adventure we had ! Plus, I told you we'll find her", "I'm so glad to see you two reunited, y/n cookie, it was a pleasure to help you.", "No need to thank us y/n cookie, I-it was nice to h-help ^^", Sweet Bleu just smile, "now that (y/scn) is my bodyguard, would you like to live her y/n cookie ? I assure you, there is enough place for more cookies !".... You just smile as you held your sister in your arms... After all you're not going to live your sister anytime soon..😊

[somegirlontheinternet135]

NO ONE F*CKING TOUCH ME!!!

Alright, I know a lot of ppl weren't the biggest of the last Beast Yeast update, and to that I say it's understandable, they could've done a lot more with what they had in my opinion. . . But from just the first trailer alone, this looks really redeemable!!

For now, let's hope it's better than what we got last time!

You already know the jist, time for predictions!~✨ (Of course, spoilers ahead for the trailer!)

Given we now have Cacao heading off to Beast Yeast with his gang, I suspect that this'll be a common thing throughout the future Beast Yeast updates, with Hollyberry and Golden Cheese probably coming to Beast Yeast and meeting the owners of their respective soul jams

This'll probably end in them reuniting and creating some touching moments, before the final battle with Dark Enchantress (and or the Beasts)

But that doesn't mean we should leave everything in the last Beast Yeast update as after thoughts. From the 3rd Anniversary interview devs did, they confirm that Shadow Milk Cookie will be a looming threat within the Beast Yeast saga, though it is mostly unknown to us how. We do have a decent idea of what is to come

Back to the update, I think it'd be kinda cool, and very fitting, to have each of the characters represent the 5 stages of grief, with Mystic Flour representing death itself. I took a liking to this idea because firstly, death is a very present theme within the update so far, and secondly it's due to one scene; you know it, you love it, the Thanos snap scene! Within those short seconds of our favorites turning into dust(or well flour) we have Crunchy Chip yelling out to his majesty, practically begging for his life how "he doesn't want to be sick!" as everyone else accepts their fates

More on the subject, that'd be another interesting thing to see in this update, seeing Chip placed in such a vulnerable position like this could introduce a side to his character we've only briefly seen. As yes, this isn't the first time we see Chip get jumpy around the idea of death; if we turn back time, back to the Odessey, when the gang meets Seaweed Cookie, he's horrified by the fact they were walking over corpses (aka cookie crumbs) And this doesn't go unnoticed either, as he gets called out by Wildberry, which causes him to backtrack. I wouldn't even be surprised if his implicated fear of death may be part of the reason he's the Crunchy Chip we know & love today, maybe he uses his relationship with wolves as a means of protecting himself? Wolves are an apex predator after all! Will this add anything to the story? Possibly not, but would it flesh out Crunchy Chip as a character? Absolutely! (Sorry for the tangent, I thought this was all worth talking about cause it's such a cool idea!)

Now, we can't go anywhere without discussing the massive elephant in the room. . . Dark Choco Cookie's sudden return. Unlike most things, we do have a good idea of why he decided to follow his dad & come back. Firstly, it's a update focusing on Dark Cacao Cookie and his kingdom, it's a no brainer Choco would show up. Secondly from the Warm Together update, we know that he's been healing alone for a long time, so logically speaking, he wants to reconcile with his father, once & for all. And this is just my idea, but it'd really be cool to see Cacao & Choco work together in defeating Mystic Flour!

And that's all I got for now!✨ Surely, I'm only scratching the surface of what update has to bring, but I would say these are some solid ideas!~ Regardless, I'm super excited for this future update and the second trailer!!~

Please let me know what you think! Be on the lookout for my other projects And as always, stay tuned^^

[queen-rainy-love]

The Wrath of the Duskgloom Sea Part 2

Here's part two!

*The scene is set the next morning in the House Custard Manor. The sun had just risen and awoke Clotted Cream. As it hits his face, he stretched his back before grabbing his phone. After unlocking it, he dialed a number, excited about this video call. The call went through and on his screen was a sweating Wildberry.*

Wildberry: *trying to catch his breath* Good morning dear.

Clotted Cream: *sits up* Good morning darling. Did I call you at a bad time?

Wildberry: *The background moves to where he's sitting on a bench.* No, it's fine. You called at a perfect time. I just finished my morning training.

Clotted Cream: *chuckles* Too bad you can't hug me right now. I'm sure you would love to have me covered in sweat.

Wildberry: *chuckles* It did get me a love confession out of you. *Clotted Cream blushed in embarrassment* But you should be getting a hug tonight.

Clotted Cream: *tilts his head* But you're not on an airship. And that alone takes two days at minimum.

Wildberry: *smiles* Well, let's just say that we were able to improve the Cookie Kingdom's airship travels.

Clotted Cream: *beams in joy* Really?! You'll be here by tonight?

Wildberry: More like this noon. And a few other Cookies will be coming with me to test it out.

Clotted Cream: *smiling like crazy* That's amazing! I can't wait to show you around the Republic officially! And...maybe...*shyly looks away*come out to father.

Wildberry: *eyes widen* Are you sure? Do you think you'll be safe doing this? Do you think he won't do anything?

Clotted Cream: Well...I think he's been getting better at listening and being more open-minded. I know that there are still some issues but I think tonight would be perfect. Plus if you're there, he can't really do anything.

Wildberry: So...I'll be Red Velvet in this situation?

Clotted Cream: More like Clover. *both men chuckled.* Alright. I need to get going. I'll see you later. Please have safe travels. And please take a shower. *blows a kiss*

*Wildberry caught the kiss and placed it on his lips before repeating the same action to Clotted Cream, who did the same thing too. The video call ended and Clotted Cream laid back down on his bed, his mind on Cloud Nine. He smiled before getting out of bed and quickly getting dressed. He rushed downstairs to the manor's kitchen where both his father, Custard, and baby brother, Custard III, were already eating breakfast.*

Clotted Cream: Good morning! *grabs one of the ready coffee mugs and a scone*

Custard III: Morning big brother! *takes a spoonful of jelly cereal*

Custard: Good morning. You're in high spirits right now. Did something happen?

Clotted Cream: Well, we'll be having visitors from the Cookie Kingdom today.

Custard: Ah, will they be landing after a long trip?

Clotted Cream: Actually, they'll be starting the trip now and be here around noon.

Custard III: *nearly spills his bowl* Really!? They finally got it done! That's great!

Custard: It is! And it would be great to visit family over at the other kingdoms within a few hours.

Clotted Cream: Right! And I can't wait to see them. *quickly finishes his coffee and scone.* We should get going to the meeting.

Custard: Mm! Yes! *quickly finishes his coffee* We should get going. Custard Cream, are you done?

Custard III: *takes two big scoops of cereal.* HMmm!

Custard: Very good! Now let's get going. We can't be late.

*The trio walked out of the kitchen and headed straight to the front doors. Just as Custard opened the door, Light Cream was on the other side, about to knock on it. She nearly fell over but quickly regained her balance. Both she and Custard cleared their own throats before talking awkwardly.*

Light Cream: Hello Custard.

Custard: Hello Light Cream. Did we have a meeting this morning?

Light Cream: No. I just wanted to see the boys before I did some errands. But I don't want to hold any of you up.

Clotted Cream: Nonsense. We can chat on the way to the Convocation Chamber. And maybe you can help.

*The group started walking in the direction of the Convocation Chamber. Once they reached the entrance, Light Cream and Custard III waved goodbye to Custard and Clotted Cream as they entered the building. In two minutes, they finally reached the room, where the other six elders were talking. It wasn't long until Clotted Cream noticed that Oyster's daughter, Bubble Pearl, was standing right next to her slightly anxious mother.*

Clotted Cream: Good morning everyone. Please forgive our tardies.

Tangerine (Grand) Madeleine: It is alright. We were just finalizing our candidates for the vacant council spot.

Mulled Juice: Yes, correct. It's been far too long since we dismissed Canelè from the council. It's time to find a new member.

Custard: Yes, I agree. It is time to go through our candidates to fill that vacant spot quickly. However, before we do, *looks over at Bubble Pearl* is there a reason Bubble Pearl is here right now?

Vanilla Sugar: *looks at the heiress* Go ahead dear.

Bubble Pearl: *nods her head before speaking to Custard* Forgive my intrusion, Elder Custard Cookie. I am merely here to learn about the tasks I will be doing when mother-I mean Elder Oyster steps down as head of House Oyster.

Custard: I see. I do hope Elder Oyster will not be stepping down any time soon. *Oyster doesn't acknowledge this at first but with a nudge from Bubble Pearl, she gave a tight smile and waved it off.* Very well, let us go through the candidates. Who do we have first?

Sablè: Well...there is the head of the House Macaron. He is the best in his field of domestic trade. However, there has been reports of fights between House Macaron and Choco Mud Town. So he might not be our best option.

Clotted Cream: We do want to avoid another tension in the Republic. Who else?

Tangerine (Grand) Madeleine: The next candidate is the head of House Lobster. She is well known for her elixirs and potions. However, she has been very open about the council. Especially with House Custard.

Clotted Cream: That might not end well then. Any more candidates?

Vanilla Sugar: There is the Head of House Shrimp. They are very young but we could use a new perspective on what is going on in the Rebuplic. I just don't know if they will handle the stress of this responsibilities.

Clotted Cream: It could still work. But we should look at other candidates.

Baumkuchen: Yes, let's us see more. Elder Oyster? Do you have a candidate? *Oyster didn't replied at first, just staring at Captain Caviar's seat. Not even Bubble Pearl's nudging getting her attention* Elder Oyster? Do you hear me?

Bubble Pearl: *whispers* Mother...You're up.

Oyster: *blinks a bit* Oh. Right. Sorry about that. My mind is wondering a bit right now. Here's the next candidate...

*As the meeting continued, Clotted Cream couldn't help but kept an eye on Oyster. Whenever she wasn't talking, she would just nervously rub her hands and looked at Captain Caviar's seat. It was not like her to do this.*

Vanilla Sugar: I believe that should be all the candidates on our list. Do we have-

*Before she could finished that sentence, the doors slammed open. Everyone turned their attention toward it and were surprised to see three members of the Salty Shark crew and a face most hadn't seen in a long time.*

Mulled Juice: What in Earthbread?!

Vanilla Sugar: What is the meaning of this?! Paladins!

Blue Coral: Please! Hear us!

Purple Coral: It's important! We swear!

Baumkuchen: Wait Vanilla Sugar. *looks at the group* Why are you here instead of Captain Caviar?

Purple Coral: It's Captain...he's...he's...

Oyster: *quickly stands up* Where is Caviar? Where is he? He's not dead, is he?!

Rookie: *rubs the tears away from their eyes* H-he's stuck in the B-Black Pearl islands!

Sablè: Why was he even there?! He swore to never return there!

Cream Scone: It was...because he was saving me...

*The room went silent, only the sound of Oyster and Bubble Pearl falling to the ground, the elder's cries following after, could be heard. Clotted Cream could only watch as the young Cookie walked over to the elder and her daughter. They gave them the chest that was in their hands. Custard looked over to the non-crewmember Cookie, stun by who he was looking at.*

Custard: Cream Scone...you're-

Cream Scone: Yeah, I'm alive but that doesn't matter right now! Captain Caviar is playing hide-and-seek from a monster and we only came back to get more help! Now, are you going to help us or not!?

Clotted Cream: *jumps in the conversation* We will help. *Cream Scone looks at him, shocked.* I will even lead the mission myself!

Custard: Clotted Cream...your friends from the Cookie Kingdom...

Clotted Cream: *tightens his lips but speaks again.* I will let them know that an important rescue mission came up. I cannot abandoned Uncle Caviar. Not after everything he's done for this Republic and all the trails he had to face! We need to go. Now.

*Knowing that his son would not back down from this, Custard only sighed before turning to the two older crewmembers.*

Custard: Restock your ship quickly. House Custard will help you stock with whatever you need. Get that ship ready before noon. *When the two crewmembers didn't move, he only said one word* Go!

*Both Blue Coral and Purple Coral both nodded before running out of the room. Clotted Cream looked at his father, who's only response was gesturing his head at the door. Nodding, Clotted Cream ran after the other crewmembers, his mind only focused on rescuing Captain Caviar.*

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

what about kohga putting sooga on a leash? i bet sooga would love when kohga yanks him around 👀

How have I NOT fucking done this already??? It sounds like something I'd do??? Lets fix that??

"There's my Soogy Woogy!"

Sooga raised a brow as he was having a snack break with his fellow Yiga. He was just having some dried wildberries while talking with Von and Cil, when Kohga just popped in, apparently just. Giddy.

"Master Kohga. You needed m-"

He stopped the second Kohga got a hold of his face, rubbing his cheeks, just how he liked. Poor Sooga was just, limp in his hands.

"I did! I got my good boy a present! When you're done having your snack, you meet me in our room, okay?"

"Y-yes, Master Kohga."

This was so oddly...tender, given that they weren't alone. Not that Sooga minded. Kohga gave him a light tap on his forehead, before walking off. Sooga damn near fell to the floor, still swooning. Had it not been for Von ducking in and grabbing him, he probably would've.

"Daaaaaamn Sooga, look at YOU, my BOY!"

Cil huffed, arms folded across his chest.

"You're a love sick buffoon."

Sooga looked up at him, huffing.

"You're just jealous because YOU'RE not a good boy."

Cil stammered for a response, only to stop once Von laughed.

"HE GOT YOU THERE, BITCH-OW!"

Cil glared at him as he kicked him in his shin. Yep, absolutely jealous. As he should be.

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"Master Kohga?"

Kohga knew that tone in his voice. For such a big, burley man, he was real bashful. But Kohga liked that about him, really he did.

"Oh good, you're here. Come in, come in. I have a TREAT for you!"

Sooga, excited by the idea of a reward, yet nervous of what that implied, helped himself in, locking the door behind him. Kohga had a small box of things next to him, which was still supposed to be a surprise, given the way he was trying to draw his attention away from it. Sooga was about to speak, when he suddenly found his face yet again in his master's hands. Oh the way his fingers rubbed at his jaw, it was heavenly.

"Shhh shhh shhh. You're too pretty to have such a fussy head. Such a pretty boy, my Soogy woogy~"

Sooga was a puddle. His Master was being so sweet, so flattering, he didn't even realize he was on his knees, head resting on his lap.

"You're being...so sweet today."

"Because I love your big dummy head. My boy is so pretty and precious and perfect ~"

Sooga was so honestly and incredibly hard right now. His Master knew exactly what he was doing.

"I'm..h...honored..."

Kohga lifted his face to look up at him, oh so tenderly.

"Get up for me, yeah? I want to see that body of yours. Strip. All but the mask."

Sooga had to recall how to stand, before obeying. Stripping down till he was nothing but a nude, helpless man in a mask.

"Sorry. I know I'm...usually much faster about this sort of thing."

"No no, it's cute, really. Thought you were never gonna get it off your feet."

"I...did struggle with that more than I'd care to admit."

Kohga chuckled, lifting his foot up to press against Sooga’s cock.

"Long as you ain't struggling where it counts. Look at my big boy, all ready to go for me."

Sooga tried not to hump his foot like some beast. It felt so good, the cloth, the warmth against him. He stayed still, unable to fathom that there was a surprise past THIS. Kohga nessed with him for but a minute more, before he motioned for him to come to him. He obeyed ptomptly, making Kohga chuckle.

"You ready?"

"Absolutely, my Master. My everything."

"Good."

He damn near passed out when Kohga put his hair down. He always did it so slowly, so confidently, he couldn’t believe he was already panting. Oh and the way his fingers dug into his scalp and ran through his hair-

"What. What did you just."

He put something on him. Something was on his head.

"Cat ears!"

Kohga put cat ears on his head. This was a first.

"What. Why would you-"

"Shhh its a part of the outfit!"

Then he felt it. A leather collar, complete with metal studs, and even dog tags. Kohga clipped it around his neck effortlessly, and Sooga...liked it. He liked it even more when the leash was clipped on.

Then Kohga pulled. Oh the way the leather tightened around hid neck. Kohga wrapped the leash around his hand, yanking him till his face was right in front of his.

"So. Does my pretty boy like his new look?"

"I...do. I really...do."

Kohga held him fast, tilting his mask a bit, and leaning in. Oh his master's lips never looked so inviting. He managed to feel his breath before he pulled away, chuckled.

"Oh...pretty puppy wants a kiss so badly. But he's gonna have to earn it. Does my puppy want his other treat?"

Sooga watched as Kohga pulled off his pants. He was enjoying this, given that his cock was semi hard. Kohga pulled the leash, suddenly and harshly.

"Go on."

Sooga didn't need to be told twice. He cupped his Master's stomach as he leaned in, kissing and licking up and down the length of his cock. It tasted as lovely as it always did.

"Oh...that's a good boy. Such a sweet, pretty boy. Who's-hey! I'm asking you for a blowie, not a fucking rimjob."

"S-sorry. It was just...there."

"It's okay. My boy is just so excited. That's what I like about you."

Kohga gave him a little scratch on his chin, just to show he wasn't mad. He would've basked in it, but Kohga had yanked the leash downward, forcing his mouth upon his cock again. Not that he minded. His cock was so wonderful, his grip on his leash was so tight-Sooga was loving this almost as much as Kohga was.

"That's it. That's my pretty boy's mouth. He sucks cock so well, doesn't he? All nice and sweet and precious."

Sooga knew he wasn't told to do so, but he couldn’t resist rubbing Kohga’s balls in his hand, slowly and firmly. He could feel the cum inside of them, could tell his master was going to give him so much. Kohga yanked at his leash, pulling him away from his cock.

"Open your mouth, stick that tongue out for me."

Sooga obeyed. Kohga pulled at his lips, stroked his tongue, inspected him as if he were cattle he was bargaining for.

"God you’re SO pretty. Just the prettiest boy for you. I deserve someone fine like you. Pretty face, a disciplined mouth, and just the most precious little ass."

Kohga kept his grip on the leash as he leaned over to grab a fistful of his ass, knowing it'd keep him nice and still.

"You know, I WAS gonna cum in your mouth, because I like watching it drip. But I think I'm gonna stuff your cute ass. Would my boy like that?"

Sooga nodded furiously. Kohga had done it before, but him digging his fingers into his ass, it made him even more excited for it.

"Good. On your back for me."

Sooga obeyed. He was expecting Kohga to just start fucking him, only...that didn't happen. Instead, he watched as Kohga tied him to the bed post, get out of bed, and sit on a chair, leaning back and lazily stroking his cock.

"What. I thought you wanted to-"

"I know what I want. But what does my boy want? Does he want me to stuff his pretty ass?"

"I do! Honestly I do!"

"If you want it so bad, then come over here, plant that adorable ass right on my cock, and ride me."

Sooga made the attempt to come to him, but the leash kept him in place, tightening around his neck.

"I c-can't, the leash is-"

"Oh no. I hear you. You don't want this afterall."

"B-but I do! I really do!"

"Obviously not. If my adorable boy wanted my cock and my cum so badly, he'd find a way. You aren’t trying."

Sooga tugged against it again. He must've looked pathetic, thrashing about, cock hungry, mouth drooling, desperate for what he was owed. HE was the good boy, HE deserved the treat, HE made his cock hard for him, HE needed to have it.

"I am! I swear I am! I want you! I swear it! Truly!"

He didn't care that his begging was sad, loud, practically proclaiming that Kohga was what he wanted. Kohga chuckled, seeming to be unconvinced.

"Oh...you really don't. You're playing it up. You don't want my cock. Hell,"

Kohga leaned over his dresser, pulling out one of his lip balms (wildberry, always Sooga’s favorite), slowly gliding it against his lips, and even puckering them, just to tease him.

"I bet you don't even want a kiss."

Sooga always, any time of day and in any situation, want a kiss. Kohga threw his head back as he chuckled. Kohga was tormenting him. In reality, he was probably going to unclip him and give him what he wanted, but Sooga wasn't going to risk it. Motivated by the thought of tasting those plump lips, Sooga thrashed like an angry, desperate animal, and snapped the leash. Kohga looked surprised, clearly not expecting it, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that he was in his Master's lap, cock shoved into his ass and lips against his. It was a starved, grateful, rough kiss. What a lovely flavor.

"Please. Don't ever deprive me of yourself. I love you. I adore you. I ALWAYS fucking want you."

Were his hips bucking too fast? Yes. Was he kissing him roughly enough to bruise his pretty lips? Yes. Did he care? No. All that cared was Kohga dugging his fingers into his ass, and cumming, with Sooga following suit only seconds after. They both sat there for a minute, basking in the afterglow, when Kohga chuckled.

"F-fucking hell. You broke your leash."

"I apologize. I didn't want to. But the idea of NOT having you. It sickened me. I'd break through any barrier to get to you. Through wood, stone, even flesh and bone."

"That's cute Soogy, really, but uh. I never said you couldn't unclip the fucking thing."

"...oh."

Kohga laughed loudly, before scratching under Sooga’s chin, making him melt yet again.

"You're a dumb, pretty boy. I love you. My big ol' sweetie. My big stud muffin. My schmoopie-"

"Master p-please...~"

He was already feeling aroused again.

Woof.

[mor-beck-more-problems]

Melon-cholia || Morgan & Remmy

They really should put a warning sign in front of that watermelon stand at the farmer’s market.

@whatsin-yourhead

After Remmy had gone over to Deirdre’s (and Morgan’s??) for the second time, the two of them had decided Remmy needed some new, fresh ingredients. And with a rather dramatic declaration, Morgan had agreed to take Remmy to the Farmer’s Market. Remmy hadn’t had the will to fight it, so here they were now, at the Farmer’s Market, perusing the stands. Remmy had only been to one other market like this, and it wasn’t in America. There were lots of cool fresh fruit stands and Remmy, of course, had to stop at all of them and examine them. They were already putting together a fun recipe in their mind that they could do with all these local squash and berries, which were the only crops really in bloom right now, especially with the current conditions. When they reached the next gourd stand, Remmy tugged on Morgan’s sleeve. “Lookit the baby spaghetti squash!” they said, running up and grabbing one, like a kid in a candy shop. This was a candy shop to them. If only they could still taste it all. “Not good for baking, but hey-- this stuff is so good. It makes really good pasta, actually. I’m not the best at doing it, but if you should definitely try it if you haven’t!” 

Morgan was excited to be out of the house with Remmy, especially to somewhere that made both of them so excited. With Miriam still out there and so many near-death experiences in her wake, having a semi-indestructible friend added a certain level of ease. She strolled with her friend, a picnic basket dangling from each hand. She beamed as Remmy ran off, more excited than she’d seen them the last couple of times. She’d have thought that a normal movie night or two would have brightened their day, but there was something hanging over her friend. But maybe she just hadn’t hit the right button. “We should get some! I think squash has less iron than your regular pasta anyways. Maybe it’ll spice up pasta night.” She waved at the vendor and handed them exact change before sticking a couple into her basket. ���How do you know so much about food? I could’ve sworn you were living like a college kid when you first rolled into town. Ooh, and what kind of pie were you thinking of? I sense some kind of flavor adventure on your mind.”

“Oh, um, I always really liked cooking,” Remmy explained as they picked out the best ones, setting them in Morgan’s basket. “My mom was a professional baker, she like, had her own place, I guess. I mean, I never got to see it or anything, since, you know…” they trailed off a little, before moving on quickly, “but I guess I picked up that from her. The um...cooking food thing. It’s like, my way of destressing. You just get to like, put stuff together and make something and it’s like...following recipes and stuff is easy. I think I’m better at baking than regular cooking cause of that.” They headed over to the next stand, an organically grown local fruit stand, and started picking through the berries. “Oh, um...I’m thinking some sort of wildberry or mixed berry rhubarb. They’re about the only kinds growing right now and it’s always an easy flavor to make good.” Not that they would know anymore. They were practically salivating at the idea of this pie. Maybe they’d make a second one with brains, so they could enjoy some, too. “Do you think that’d be good?” 

“Oh, Rem--” Morgan said softly. “Of course, yeah. Um,” she felt weird and sheepish contributing, when Remmy knew so little about their own mother, when all this had started as a way to soothe that void. “My mom liked to say that cooking was the most accessible magic in the world. Cooking and baking was one of the times we mostly got along. Later, anyway, when I was better at it. She taught me all the good tricks, including how to make burgers the way Nora likes.” They moved on from the stand and closer towards the fruit vendors. “Rhubarb is amazing! And it’ll be out of season soon. The berries will balance it out, I think. The hardest part is always getting the rhubarb texture just right. And then we’ll maybe do the top crust in the shape of animals and bones? Or flowers and bones? I don’t know, but practicing shapes the last time I tried was really fun, and it’ll come out way less lumpy with you to make them since you’re an actual artist.” She searched the rows, trying not to get too distracted by the first bushel of blueberries. “Hey,” she said. “Is that...a watermelon stand?”

“I’ve never really cooked with anyone else,” Remmy commented off hand, picking up a bushel of raspberries that looked nice and fresh. The set it in their little basket before moving on to the blackberries. “I think it sounds good, too! I love rhubarb. Hopefully the sweetness of the berries will cut the sourness of it like strawberries do, but they’re not in season yet.” They smiled up at her. “We can definitely do little shapes. I think flowers and bones would be fun. But like-- I’m not really an artist. I’m sure yours were fine, anyway.” They put another bushel in their basket before pausing. “Watermelon? But...they’re not in season…” They wandered a bit closer. It was a whole patch of them, still on the vine, sitting in a makeshift plot with dirt. As they got closer they even noticed that these melons were larger than normal, too. “Wow, I didn’t think you could get these two grow way up here this early,” they said nonchalantly to the guy tilling the dirt beside them. He didn’t speak. Remmy looked back at Morgan. “Should we get a water--” they started, but in the next second, something was biting down on the hand they had extended towards the fruit with a loud CRUNCH! noise.

Morgan wasn’t sure what to make of the watermelon patch out of nowhere. It wasn’t the right season for them, not even close. And yet, they did look strangely ripe, so fat and green Morgan could already taste the juice in her mouth. And she’d never tried to make anything with watermelon before. They were always perfect sliced and scooped just as they were. But maybe a nice loaf, or some cookies… Morgan wandered into the patch while she thought, considering the possibilities. She was in too deep by the time she heard a wet, crunching sound next to her. Morgan turned, startled, and saw Remmy lift a bloody, handless arm from a watermelon with two perfect rows of sharp, dripping teeth. The two of them screamed. Morgan backed away, gasping with disbelief. She only made it a few feet before a vine snapped behind her ankle and she was on her back, staring at four more hungry mouths like the one that had snapped at her friend. “Remmy!” She shrieked. 

Remmy was quiet for a long time, just staring at the spot where their hand was inside a watermelon’s mouth. A watermelon. Had their hand. In its mouth. A watermelon. Finally, it let go and Remmy pulled their arm back, now a stump. They looked at Morgan. They both screamed, Remmy more so about the watermelon with a mouth than their handless stump. It had already started regrowing, anyway. Stumbling back, Remmy turned to try and leap out of the patch, but Morgan called out their name and they swerved, tripping over vines and lumps of watermelon. Four of them were descending on Morgan. Remmy’s body stiffened and a sudden feeling came over them. They remembered the feeling down at the beach, punching through lobsters to keep them away from their friends. They remembered being in the ring, the crowd cheering them on excitedly. Show them what it means to be a monster, Felix had said. Make them feel it. Remmy leapt up quickly, then, senses honing. They pulled a fist back before letting it punch straight through one of the melons. The next one got a swift kick. The third got the back end of their heel, watermelon guts? Splashing everywhere. Remmy swerved on the fourth, clasped their hands-- one made only of bone-- and slammed them down on top of it, smashing it as if it’d fallen from a twenty foot roof. “Go!” they shouted, turning to Morgan, trying to lift her up, tearing at the vine. “C’mon, let’s go!”

Morgan was scrambling on her back, too frightened to use her hands for alchemy, too frightened to find the coordination to get to her feet. She felt one on her leg, snapping down and smacked it with her fist, denting the shell. She pushed herself, panting with fear all the while, and funneled energy out of her cuff to turn the fruit into a wave of water. It vanished with a splash as Remmy pulled on her. Morgan took their arm and clung on tight, kicking her feet up and running off with them, the tiny, pointy fangs, still lodged in her calf. “What was that! What was that? Did you see that? And how did you--” Morgan cried out again and pulled away. “Shit, your--your hand--shit--doesn’t that hurt? Shit, Remmy, it got you and you just--shit.”

There were sounds of screaming as Remmy yanked Morgan out and away and towards safety, practically carrying her. A man was shouting after tham, people were scattering, but Remmy could deal with that later. Right now, they just needed to get Morgan away from this. Away from the danger. Protect her. Save her. Hands-- well, hand-- covered in watermelon juice and dirt, the other slowly growing its way back, sinew and muscle wrapping around the exposed bone. Finally, Morgan’ yanked away and Remmy was thrown back into the present, rather suddenly. Their head spun a moment, and they blinked. Everything finally came back to real time. Noise came back full rush and Remmy shook their head, straightening out their vision. “I--” they looked down at their hand, “it’s fine. Doesn’t hurt.” Looked back up at Morgan, still finding it difficult to concentrate. They smelled blood, eyes dropping to her leg. “You’re hurt. We-- we have to get back to the car. You have a first aid kit in the car, right? Deirdre’s gonna be so mad I let you get hurt,” they said, words tumbling from their mouth, trying to fill the spaces between Morgan’s questions so that they wouldn’t have to answer them. 

“I’m hurt? Are you--” Morgan checked herself. She was half soaked on one side and--oh. The teeth. She hadn’t been accounting for the teeth, and they were lodged, in two perfect, red streaked smiles, down her leg. Not too deep, she was sure she’d feel it worse if they were, but thin streaks of blood were already running down her skin. Morgan sighed. “You know, if this is just going to keep happening the rest of the year, maybe you can bottle me the trick to your regrowable skin. I would love to, you know, just once, not feel like the kids working at Rite-Aid are judging me when I roll in again.” She braced herself against Remmy looking very determinedly away from the sinew of their regrowing muscle. It made her stomach turn to linger on, it didn’t seem like a part of them at all, it looked wrong. “She’ll freak out and want to be my personal escort the next time I--well, at this point, do anything. But if it wasn’t for you I might be on a gurney back to Nurse Denise and not regrowing my extremities!” Morgan took a minute to reign in her breathing. She was hot, she was throbbing in her ears, “If we can just...um...sit somewhere with less teeth? That would be great…”

“It’s not magic, it’s because I’m dead,” Remmy said flatly, before shaking off the angry thought that was bubbling in their stomach. They shook their head, helped Morgan over somewhere to sit and kneeled in front of her. “Lemme see it,” they said, reaching out to start plucking the teeth that had stuck in her skin. Remmy looked around for something to help staunch the blood and clean it up, but all they had was an old napkin they’d stuffed into their pocket. They dabbed at the blood, trying not to look up at Morgan, to let her see the sudden rise of anxiety and fear creeping onto their face. “It’s...it’s not too bad. Doesn’t look too deep. Here…hold this, I’m gonna try and pull the rest of the um, teeth out.”

“I didn’t mean—” Morgan began, but Remmy looked more upset than any explanation could cover. When she was sitting on one of the benches laid out for the event she bent down to try and look at them. “I’m sorry, Remmy,” she said solemnly. “I wasn’t thinking like...like that. I’m sorry.” Remmy was very focused, however, and she didn’t know how to reach through their concentration. It didn’t help that she really did need those teeth out. Morgan took hold of the napkin and squeezed it tight in her fist as Remmy plucked away at each one. She clenched her jaw and did her best to hold still, to swallow her whimpers of pain. She was getting better at it, with all the practice her curse had been giving her, but a strangled sound still burst from her mouth as Remmy worked at one that was proving a little tricky. She flushed, embarrassed, and tried to think of something to say. “Thank you,” she said lamely. 

“It’s fine,” Remmy said after a long time, prying the last tooth out of Morgan’s leg as best they could and tossing it into the grass. The screaming from down at the market had seemed to stop and Remmy cast a glance down that way to double check. Nothing to see. “I know.” They stood up, holding their hand out to her. “We should, um, get you home. So that we can like, properly take care of that. Clean it out, make sure there’s no like, debris in it.” Their hand that had gotten snacked on was now fully back, and they flexed the fingers, making sure to offer Morgan the one that hadn’t just regrown. Blanche always got sick about it, so they wanted to make sure Morgan didn’t get upset, either. It was still something they were getting used to themself, but they didn’t really have the ability to dwell on it like others. It was a part of them, now. A part of being undead. “You don’t have to thank me. I was just, you know...doing what any friend would. Should. Um...protecting you.”

Morgan took Remmy’s hand and stood-- “--Shit!” And sagged against them as her leg lit up with pain. Without the teeth, without the threat of losing her extremities as Remmy had, the rest of her body came alive, exhausted and hurting. “I’m fine,” she said quicky. “It’s not serious.I just...might need you a little after all. And there is, um, first aid in the Subaru. Starting to learn my lesson there a little there. Be prepared!” She adjusted an arm around Remmy’s shoulders, supporting herself against their weight as she limped along. “I know you did it because you’re a good friend, but I can still appreciate you, Rem. And now that we’re not in danger--are you okay?” They seemed...off, half closed. The Remmy that Morgan was most familiar with didn’t have so many barriers, certainly not ones that seemed so...firm, even cold.”You can tell me the truth, Remmy,” she said.

Remmy caught Morgan as she sagged, her entire weight nothing more to them than a sack of potatoes. They put an arm around her waist to help her walk, leading them slowly back towards the car, a little disappointed they’d lost all the fresh fruit, but ultimately relieved they’d gotten away almost scott-free. Their hand wasn’t a loss, but Morgan’s wounded leg hung heavy on Remmy’s conscience. One hesitation and this was the cost. It had been easier, this time, because they had been watermelons. They weren’t really alive. Maybe brought to life by magic. But the thought of having to do that against someone still rattled in Remmy’s chest like marbles. They knew they couldn’t keep walking this line of not acting or only sometimes acting. The Ring could help with that. It was helping with that. But that wasn’t important right now. Remmy didn’t answer until they got to the car. “I just did what any friend would do,” they said quietly, opening the car door and setting Morgan inside on the seat. “I’m fine. I was never really in any danger, you know.” Held up their hand. “My limbs grow back, remember?” They paused, looked around. “Where’s the kit?” 

“No,” Morgan said quietly. “Rem, you--you matter.” What was it with the people in her life not getting that? First Deirdre, sometimes Skylar, sometimes Blanche, and now Remmy. She took the kit herself out of the glovebox and tried to get to work, clumsy with pain and frustration. She passed it to her friend, then held it back, carefully raising her gaze to meet theirs. “Stop being closed off and weird. You don’t have to tell me, I know I’m still earning back your trust, but don’t be like that. Please.” 

Remmy looked at Morgan, kneeling in front of her again. They were tired of arguing with people that they didn’t. They really didn’t. They weren’t supposed to even be alive, so how could they possibly even matter? But they didn’t need to dump that on Morgan. “Okay,” they said quietly, reaching for the kit when Morgan pulled it back. Ruffled their brow. “I’m not,” they insisted, “I’m not being weird. That’s not-- it’s not about that. About you...I trust you. You don’t have to earn that back. It was never gone.”

Morgan slowly handed Remmy the first aid kit to patch her up. Their hands were a lot steadier and they knew what they were doing a little better than she did. “Fine,” she mumbled. She was quiet for a moment, letting them work in silence. What was it then? What was wrong. “You are, though,” she said. “Normally you’d be telling me things. Something with a girl, or with hunters, or Blanche or you other supernatural friends. I don’t know what it is, what’s bad enough that you can’t talk about it, but I want you to be okay. If I can do anything to help get you there, I want you to at least feel like you can tell me. Okay?”

Remmy took the kit and set to patching up Morgan’s leg. Luckily she wouldn’t need stitches, but it would be sore for a few days. They pulled open an alcohol pad and looked up at her. “This might um, sting a little?” Then dabbed at her leg with the swab, trying to be gentle as she flinched. “I’m not,” they insisted quietly again, but they knew that was a lie. “I mean...there’s just nothing to tell. My life isn’t as exciting as yours, you know? It’s just been...baking and work and making sure Blanche is okay. We um-- got a new pet. Something called a Baku? It eats nightmares, so that’s cool. Well, it’s Blanche’s pet, not mine. She named her Amy Bakiago. We call her Iago for short,” they went on, pulling out some gauze and bandages to finish patching her up. “I’m glad the sun is back. That’s neat. Do you know how it happened? Was it beach lobsters again?”

Morgan had to look away to keep from squirming. In her sudden wave of injuries and accidents, she had learned that if she just looked away, she could almost convince herself she wasn’t hurting. She was somewhere else, some other version of herself else who didn’t have to get the hang of spur of the moment first aid or swallowing every whine her body wanted to make when something pressed past its low pain threshold. She hated that Remmy was avoiding her, hated to let them off the hook when something wasn’t right, but her leg was burning, and she wanted them to be able to enjoy the rest of their day together. “Nightmares, huh?” She asked. “That’s pretty wild. Is she doing okay? I mean, I guess it’s not surprising she needs sleep after all she’s been through lately, but still.” She smirked at the name. “Who’s idea was Amy Bakiago? Did you help vote on that?” She let out a slow exhale as Remmy taped the gauze in place. “Not a clue about the sun. But the sky stopped being red on its own too, didn’t it? Maybe White Crest was just...having a weird mini season.” She turned her head up to catch the glare of sunlight against streaked clouds. “Definitely wasn’t the beach. Deirdre and I went to watch the sunrise, and for once, finally, I was able to walk away without a fresh curse in my pocket.”

“I think she’s doing better,” Remmy said, “now that she has something to like...concentrate on. She even switched her major, and she’s been reading a bunch of books on like, supernatural stuff and ancient languages. My vote was for Jake Bakuralta, but Amy Bakiago is a good name, too.” They gave a weak smile. “All patched up,” they said, tapping her lightly on the knee before standing up. “Well, guess we should just count ourselves lucky that we didn’t have to deal with anything crazy for it to come back. I still wonder what happened, though…” They looked up at the sky in tandem with Morgan, squinting a little. “Must just be the weird weather, right? I missed the sunsets.”

“Me too,” Morgan said, hugging herself. She watched the sky with Remmy, as if she might absorb the bright, crisp blue into her and keep it on tap for when she couldn’t find any light of her own. It was the kind of blue she remembered from the Disney movies of her childhood, the kind you would look for in a crayon box for a picture of happiness and never find. It was the sun, she thought, the golden stain over the thin clouds. Morgan strained her eyes staring at it. How simple, how stupid, the things that could give you hope.”I guess we still need to pick up something, if you still want to make stuff together,” she said at last. 

Remmy stayed quiet while Morgan did, curious as to what she might be thinking about while she searched the sunlit sky. The clouds passed between the sun and the sky, blocking it momentarily, and Remmy’s eyes fell back to the farmer’s market. People were already milling back in, as if the watermelons hadn’t just sprung to life and tried to eat people, but the man whose stand they’d been at was suddenly not there anymore. Frowning, Remmy looked back over at Morgan. “Sure, yeah,” they said, picking up the kit and setting it back in the car, “but maybe we can just go to the grocery store?”

“This is why we’re friends, Remmy. Even when you’re being weird, you still have the best ideas.” Morgan said. She hauled her legs into the Subaru and buckled herself in and took one more look at the blue sky, the bright sun, the shadow streaked clouds in the distance. “But maybe we should get you a license one of these days, huh?” She teased, brow arched. “But I could get over it if you do all the grocery lifting for me.”

[drakewalkerfantasy]

The night is not over yet (Beckett x MC) NSFW

Pairings: Beckett x MC (Maeve)

Words count: 3270

Author’s Note: This happening 2/3 months after Drowning, but before Lá Bealtaine. It’s kind of my thoughts what could have happened after their endeavour in chapter 14. Please let me know, if you want to be removed from tag. This will be NSFW on later stage.

Warning: It may contain a little bit rough oral sex also mentioning of seed swallowing, so please read on your own risk. If you feel uncomfortable please don’t proceed. 

Raiting: NSFW/18+

Tagging: @elles-choices @fluffy-marshmallow-heart @walkerismychoice @tmarie82 @harrington-sinclaire @darley1101 @damienazarionos @boneandfur @littleblossom-18 @too-many-choices-too-little-time @scgdoeswhat

- Happy Birthday, Mae, - whispered Beckett smiling at her with tenderness. His eyes roaming over her body hidden by the layers of clothes, once again. The soft moonlight glowing in her tousled honey hairs, her lips rosy and plump from all the kissing they had.

They sit on the edge of the lake for a little while longer, their bodies pressed closely together, their fingers intertwined, before reluctantly heading to the party. They were silent all the way to the Roost both trying to find the words, but not sure how to start. Both are lost in their own thoughts, so close to each other and so far apart. This was already several months since the day they started to date. But since than stolen kisses, stolen moments alone and stolen touches was all what they had. Tonight was the closest they came in they relationships to each other, craving and wanting for this to happen. But, as it happened many times before, they were interrupted. She wanted him, and she knew he felt the same. She sighed, he was so bold with her at such moments, but as soon as these moments passed, he became the same Beckett Harrington, the one who was unsure and awkward in expressing his feelings.

After following the path so familiar to them both, they finally stopped to the halt.

- Mae, I… if this will be okay, if I call it a night?

- Ohhhh, - disappointment flowed in Maeve’s voice.

- You know, that tomorrow are the start of our finals. So I need to go over some of my books.

- Sure… finals, - she sigh, but nodded kissing him lightly on the lips, - see you tomorrow?

She was ready to leave, when Beckett’s strong hand tugged her firmly back to him and his lips found hers, kissing her passionately, deeply, not letting go. She could feel his excitement pressed into her lower abdomen becoming even more obvious. He kissed her until both of them started to lack an air and become dizzy. They breathing became heavy, their foreheads pressed to each other, panting. They stayed so for several minutes before he released Maeve from his embrace.

- Happy Birthday, Mae, - Beckett added hoarsely, before he turned around and left.

He walked quickly along the dim long corridors, lit only by the moonlight glow sneaking through the massive windows. It was already late, but Beckett still hoped to get his study done before tomorrow’s exam. Unconsciously hoping that this will take his minds off the girl who occupied them constantly. He could still feel her warm breath on his lips, when they met in a kiss just a moments ago and it felt like a thousand of fireworks just exploded above them, hiding them from everyone in a billion of metallic sparks. Her sweet, but subtle scent of wildberries and lavender hover over them bewitching him and mesmerising, forcing him to forget everything and surrender to her. Beckett could feel that he gets excited again, forcing himself to stop thinking about her. He speeded up, trying to get to the safety of the library as soon as possible. He could feel, that the last restraint he had starting to crumble. And Beckett could swear that as soon as this restraint will stop holding him back, he will run back to her making something that she probably will regret the next day. He could see the massive oak doors appearing in front of him, thankfully the librarian has left for the day and the door wasn’t closed what made it easier for him. He slipped inside, quietly closing the door behind, his back firmly pressed to it. Beckett sighed with relief, blocking all the thought about everything and everyone behind this doors. Slowly starting to move along the aisles, his fingertips grazing over the books’ bindings looking for the ones he came here for. The antique books’ smell usually soothing him now reminded him of the totally different scent, the one that made his blood boil in his veins. His heart started to beat faster echoing loudly in the dead silence of the library. His breath quickened from the memory of his fingers grazing lightly along Maeve’s bare skin just an hour ago. He stubbornly tried to resist his desires, taking several books over to the big oak table placing them carefully in front of him. He sat down with firm determination to focus, starting to browse through the ages of knowledge hidden in this books. But every time he tried, he failed hopelessly. Every rustle of pages sounded as her soft whispers to his ears. Every letter blurred out turning into her beautiful face in the cold light of the moon with golden hair tousled in the wind. Every page was filled with her scent enveloping him. Every touch to antique binding felt as her silk skin under his fingers, forcing him to groan in the silence. He could physically sense her presence pushing away the knowledge of generations, filling everything with the single thought pulsating with the blinding light. He could feel his manhood hardening making him shift in his sit. He can't help, but reach to the crotch palming it through the pants letting out a frustrated sigh. He can feel how burning desire consumes him and he cannot focus on nothing else except of throbbing hardness between his legs. Beckett slowly closed his eyes imagining Maeve’s small hand palming his thickness through his pants, running her gentle fingers over his length. His hand slides over his shaft making the path he dreamed that she would make one day. He groaned quietly still trying to fight his primal needs, but his body ached for release not leaving any opportunity to focus. Now every single cell of his body was pulsating by her, leaving no restraints within him. 

Struggling he unbuckled his pants with a shaking hands and pushed them down below his knees, his manhood snapped to the fool erection. Groaning he took his dick into his hand, running his fingers over his shaft. He could imagine Maeve gentle hand sliding over his hardness, her thumb rubbing his head. He groaned feeling his own thumb running over rubbing the tip of it. His hand started stroking up and down his length, moans filing up the room and his head thrown back. He could almost feel Maeve's warm little mouth wrapping around his hot, engorged cock. Their eyes locked while her head bobbing back and forth, her eyes sparkle with unhidden desire. He would give everything to see this gaze on him. He bucked his hips toward his hand, stoking faster and faster as his imagination and fantasy became more alive. A throaty moans filing the room, while he was totally and completely absorbed in a sensations of approaching bliss not noticing anything around him. 

Meanwhile, after Beckett left, it took Maeve another several moments to recover before joining her friends to celebrate. Her eyes lingering a bit longer on Beckett’s muscular back before opening the secret trapdoor. When the time was close to midnight and after having a couple of drinks more, she also decided to call it a night.

Excusing herself she started to wander through the dark empty hallways lit only by the faint glow of the moon. Her quite footsteps in silver lace ballet flats made not a single sound. Her moon blue knee lengths dress dancing while walking. She slowly went toward the library even not realising this. Her every single nerve and bone within her body craved to be closer to Beckett and after a tiny glimpse of what could have happened but didn’t, she subconsciously went to the only place where she would feel closer to him. 

Quietly she sneaked to the door and froze, seeing what she never expected to see. Maeve’s hazel eyes gone wider, her breath hitched and hands started to reach for the handle, sneaking in unnoticed. She slowly approached to the big oak table, her eyes like enchanted were fixed on the man in front of her, her mouth grows dry like in a desert - moments before feeling with a waters of desire. Maeve could have sworn her heart have almost stopped, watching Beckett’s hand move up and down his shaft the groan escaping his throat. Coming closer she could clearly hear his breathing becomes quicker and he moans her name: “Mae...” Biting her lips she slowly sank to her knees in front of Beckett, still unnoticed by him. Her hairs were sliding in thick waves over her shoulder, her heart was racing and she felt lightheaded just from single thought about what she about to do. Her hungry eyes roamed over his long and thick cock, her warm breath tickling his sensitive skin making his eyes fly open in an instance and release his manhood.

- Mae..., - hoarsely groaned thunderstruck Beckett, feeling terrified, that she would caught him doing it. He could feel blush creeps up his face, watching her hand cupping his heavy sac beneath his shaft.

- Hush, - she murmurs emboldened by amount of drinks she had, starting slowly massage his balls looking him straight into his eyes. Her cheeks are flashed from shyness and amount of alcohol in her system. Maeve’s palm gliding over the shaft circling it on the tip, lightly gripping it in one hand and starting to stroke, slightly twisting her hand as she moves all the way down to the base. Her eyes never leaves his, her breath hitches, her hand’s movement mesmerised him.

- You don’t need to, - he groans shaking his head, trying desperately to take control over his desires. Hearing his own blood roaring in his ears and his heartbeats ringing through the dead silence of the room interrupted only by their breathes and the sound of her fist rhythmically sliding over his hard cock.

- Oh, but I want to, - she slyly smiles at his surprised face, biting her lower lip seductively. Maeve’s eyelashes fluttering, before her hand slides down and she slowly starts to massage her clit using big flourishing strokes, coating her fingers in her own juices. After awhile, not taking her eyes from his, she brings her hand up rubbing her juices on his shaft. Painfully slow she run the tip of her tongue around his head, still sliding her hand up and down his shaft.

- How do you want it? - she murmurs, - what do you want? - she asks huskily.

- Let me show you what do I want first, - breathed Beckett surrendering to his desires, easily lifting Maeve from her knees and putting her on the desk, his breath rasping, - and then... and then I will show you how do I want it.

He slowly leaned toward her not breaking they eye contact, lips gently sliding over her jaw, planting wet kisses’ trail there. His lips moving lower along her slender neck peppering it with kisses. Maeve moaned arching toward him, wanting so much more. She felt his strong hands under her dress sliding higher to her hips, raising her dress up. His mouth stopping in the crook of her neck sucking on her sensitive spot, while his hand painfully slow slides along her inner thigh higher. He hears her gasp when his hand find her wetness, and exhales in surprise when his fingers lightly graze along her bare folds.

- When? - hoarsely asked Beckett against her neck, imagining her walking like this around the campus, imagining her pussy becoming wet while he kissed her passionately just an hours ago. His fingers continues rubbing her folds, thinking of her dancing like this among their friends.

- After we were interrupted..., - she gasped thrusting her hips toward his fingers, - near to the lake...

Following her lead, Beckett slowly enters one long finger inside starting to move it gently, his lips began to slide up her neck looking for her rosy sweet lips, running his tongue over them and capturing them in a tender kiss. Not rushing he starts moving his finger inside of her, entering deeper inch by inch. They breaths mingled, their tongues rolling over each other. He gets drunk by her scent, by the movements of her hips and by the golden light radiating from her body. He adds another digit in her, starting moving faster, kissing her deeper and more fierce, they tongues battling, his hand pressed against her lower back pulling her closer not stoping to pump her wetness. He can feel her slick, wet walls coating his fingers with juices. She moans against his lips, feeling him breaking their kiss breathing heavily, his eyes are dark with desire. His gaze meeting hers equally burning with lust. He takes his fingers out making her whimper in protest, running them over her folds spreading the moister all over them. Maeve shifts her hips closer to his touch begging for him. His hand slowly moves from lower back to rest just above her breasts leaning closer to her, grazing lightly his lips over her hardened peaks sticking through the thin material of the dress. He flicks his tongue making her arch toward him moaning in ecstasy. He start sucking her bud taking it inside his wet mouth, sucking hard then licking it. He lowers her dress, exposing her breasts, his lips and tongue moving rhythmically dancing over her peaks, alternating between them. His finger still massaging her damp folds, he can hear her breath getting faster and faster. Her hips moving in sync with his fingers. Lifting his head he can see her head thrown back and her eyes half-lidded. This sight of her completely dissolving in pleasure because of what he is doing, emboldens him even more. He slowly leaned down pressing his lips to her wetness, wrapping them around her swollen nub sucking it gently, running his tongue in circles. He rhythmically moves his tongue around her clit, his speed increasing with every movement. His fingers gently stroke her folds, pressing them firmer to her, before sliding them inside of her wetness steadily pumping her wet and eager pussy. He starts moving faster and deeper inside of her sweet wet pussy. Maeve’s breathing becomes faster and her skin starts to glow in the dim light of the library. He could feel how close she was to fall over the edge, watching her juices running down his finger. He looks at her bewitched by her incredible beauty as she looks like unearthly being descended to earth. Her golden hairs fallen over her shoulders, her skin glowing with warm light coming from the inside, her head is thrown back and her eyes are half-lidded in pleasure. His tongue gently licking on her swollen nub, sucking on it, making her cry in pleasure. His tongue swirling around her clit, making her inhale sharply, her body shivering under him and her pussy starting to pulsate around Beckett’s fingers coating them in her sweet juices making her fall apart onto thousand pieces. He lazily continues to swirl his tongue over her sensitive clit, feeling shockwaves of her orgasm cursing through her. Finally Beckett’s moves away watching the golden glow fade and her breathing returns to normal. She lifts her head looking him straight in the eyes, her pink tongue runs over her swollen lips.

- Now tell me how do you want it - murmured Maeve gently pushing him back in a big chair, sliding to her knees in front of him. Her hand cupping his heavy sac and her eyes sparkle with unhidden desire, the one he longed to see for such a long time.

- Are... are you sure... you want me to... , - he asks, swallowing, watching her to smile seductively at him. Her lips moving closer to his shaft and her voice just barely above the whisper: - Does it look like I don’t want or I’m not sure? - her tongue slowly runs up and down his shaft, watching him closely, - tell me how you want it, - she asks once more.

He groans reaching down and stroking her golden hairs, gently grabbing them and lightly pulling her head back. They eyes meet with equal desire and lust. “Tell me how”, she mouthed, biting her pink lips in anticipation, her breathing rasped.

He leans closer to her, his lips barely touching her ear.

- I want you to take it, nice and slow, to get used to it, - he whispers into her ear, his warm breath tickling her sensitive skin making her nose wrinkle with giggles, - Then, when you will get used to me, I want you to take me as deep as you can, letting me take control over you, - he groans into her ear, biting it lightly and leaning back into his seat.

Her pink tongue slid over her lips and tentatively touched the tip of his shaft. One hand caressing his balls while another gripping the base of the shaft and working it up and down. Her eyes are fixed on his, watching him half closing his in pleasure. Slowly she starts circle the head of his manhood with her tongue, taking it into her mouth and sucking urgently, tightening her grip. She can feel Beckett’s hands clutching at her thick hairs guiding her up and down his shaft, sinking in her moist warm mouth, making her take him deeper. His guttural moans of pleasure fills otherwise quite library. He thrust forward hitting the back of her throat lightly. Maeve’s lips making slurping sounds of pleasure, working up and down his shaft. Her tongue lightly swirls around the head of his manhood on the outstroke, sucking him back in. Her small hand working in sync with his thrusts and her own mouth. She can hear his breathing becomes rasped and his thrusts more forced and irregular, feeling how close he is to his own pleasure. She picks up the pace starting to work her mouth faster on his shaft, sucking and licking him. She can feel his manhood swell and his muscles tense inside of her moist mouth, thrusting deep inside and hitting the back of her throat. His hot salty seed shoot deep inside of her mouth making her to swallow every last drop. He bucking his hips to meet her mouth for the last time before sinking back into chair. The distant shockwaves still cursing through Beckett’s body before he opens his eyes to meet her sparkling in the dim.

A shy smile playing on her lips. He reached over to her silky hairs stroking them gently, slowly moving to cup her cheek gliding his thumb tenderly over it. They eyes meet and she moves her face to graze her lips over his palm, making his heart to tremble in his chest.

- Mae..., - he whispers lifting her up from her knees easily and sitting her on his lap arms around her waist pulling her closer to him, - Do you reg...?

- Not even, for a second, - she whispers to him knowing perfectly well what he wanted to ask her. They sit this way for a bit longer enjoying the quietness of the night and closeness of each other. Standing up, she started pulling his trousers back onto his hips while he took care to adjust her dress. Meeting his gaze, she gently takes his hand in hers and starts leading him toward her dorm. Her heart still pounding in her chest with anticipation of what will come next.

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Festival of the Witch’s Rite: Part 2

Meredyth awoke the next morning still thinking about that weird shop from the night before. Three. There were three gems there that she couldn't touch, and two wood carvings that stirred something deep inside of her. As if they were ingrained in her memory as part of her childhood, but she had never seen them before. When she picked them up, she knew automatically that they had a purpose. She knew they had a use, a power. But she didn't know what it was or how to use them. She knew that certain artifacts had certain effects on her, but she had never, ever seen that many in one place before. She had to ask Taretha about it. There was no forgetting that.

After breaking her fast on fresh bread and cheese, Meredyth set out to find Taretha. Since Taretha would be playing a role in that night’s ritual, Meredyth wanted to find her before preparations began.

The second day of the festival was a reenactment of what happened in the village fifty years ago. Each year, volunteers would pick roles, build sets, and recreate the events that lead to the town’s rebirth. There was never a lack of volunteers; everyone in the village loved the ritual. With each passing year, the sets got more elaborate and the roles got more exaggerated. Meredyth used to participate, but she got less interested as she grew older. It seemed rather childish to her now. She still liked to watch the villagers, though, and she loved hearing the story told over again.

Meredyth walked around the whole village, but Taretha was nowhere to be found. She even knocked on the door of Taretha’s little cottage, but Taretha wasn’t there. Reluctantly, she gave up her search. She would ask about that weird shop when they saw each other after the enactment. She would not forget this time.

 Taretha picked up a broad necklace with a glowing green gem on it and held it to the light, admiring it. It looked so much better lit by the sun than by dim, flickering torches.

“I think this should go very nicely with my dress tonight. What do you think?”

“I don’t think one of the Council of Seven would wear something like that.” Aryst said flatly.

“Oh, come now. This isn’t meant to be so serious, you know.”

“Taretha, are you serious? You know what this ritual’s about, right? You were there when this took place. You remember what happened. Do you have any respect for that day?”

Taretha’s face darkened. “Of course I do. I remember it too well. Aryst, the townsfolk remember this as a happy event. We must act like it was, no matter what consequences it had for us.” She put the gem down and studied Aryst for a moment. “I’m as frustrated as you are. But there’s nothing we can do.”

Aryst looked down at her hands and sighed. After a moment, she looked back up at Taretha. “I think that gem would look amazing with the dress you’re going to wear tonight. I’ll let you borrow it for the evening, if you’d like.”

Taretha smiled. “I’d very much like that. Thank you, dear.” She took the gem with her as she left the shop and started across town.

 Mr. Yeranem lived in a small hut on the east side of the village. Taretha knocked on the old wooden door, and it opened with a creak. Mr. Yeranem stood hunched in the doorway, grinning at her. He looked as old and worn as his hut did. His hair stuck out of his head at odd angles and his teeth were cracked and yellow with age.

“Taretha! It’s good to see you!” He rasped. His voice was old and rough from years of coughing fits. “How’s your family?” Taretha sighed and looked away. Sometimes, Mr. Yeranem seemed to be living in another time.

“They’re doing well. What have you been working on?” His hut was littered with unfinished projects and things that had been taking apart but not quite put back together yet.

“Mr. Jordan’s clock broke and he wanted me to fix it, but I haven’t gotten around to it yet. Little Robert was sick last week, you know.” He pulled out a cloth and coughed violently into it for a few seconds, and then continued, gasping for breath while he talked. “It’s just a head cold, so I gave him some weirmot root tea and he improved.” After another coughing fit, he offered Taretha a chair that had a pile of books on it.

“Oh, that’s not necessary. I’ll be leaving soon.”

“You have a part in the festival, too, don’t you? You have to prepare. Take your time doing that, because this year’s going to be a big one!” He said that for every festival.

“Yes, I have a part. I just came by to see if you needed anything. I know you’ve been busy, what with the clock and little Robert.”

“I thought I needed some more bread, but Meredyth brought me some a little while ago. I think she was looking for someone.” Another violent coughing fit. “I think that child is up to no good. She’s always asking about this and that, poking her nose where it doesn’t belong. I say, she should just keep to herself and work in the bakery. And that’s not just because I like the bread. Have you tried the sesame seed bread? It’s the best.”

“Yes, Mr. Yeranem. It’s very good.”

“Anyway, what was I talking about? Oh, Meredyth. She keeps asking me if I believe in witches. I don’t know what to say to her. I don’t want her to know. I think she’d somehow find a way to repeat the past, and I don’t like it. I want what’s in the past to stay there. But, in truth, it was easier back then for a young apothecary to do his work. I seem to remember a young Taretha with night terrors. You would go right to sleep after having your wildberry soup, all curled up with the little doll your mother made for you.”

“That was long ago, Mr. Yeranem.”

“And Meredyth had night terrors when she was that age, too. I thought it was so kind of you to give that doll to her.” He burst into a fit of forceful coughing, his face turning red. He gasped for breath between coughs.

Taretha broke in. “It was nice to speak with you, Mr. Yeranem, but I really should be going now. I need to prepare for tonight.”

“Oh, that’s right. The festival is tonight. I think I have a part in that, too.”

“Yes, Mr. Yeranem. You’ll be playing the witch. Remember?”

Mr. Yeranem smiled broadly, his cracked teeth making his smile look crooked. “Yes, the witch. It’s finally my turn to play the witch. I couldn’t be more excited for it.”

“I’m glad to hear it. I’ll see you this evening, alright?”

“Alright. Have a good evening.”

“You too, Mr. Yeranem. Let me know if you need anything.” She left his hut feeling grateful that she still had her wits. She walked back to her cottage, planning for the night.

 As the sun sank toward the horizon, villagers and visitors gathered in the town square. Meredyth joined the crowd, excited to see the story told again. As it got darker, a man carrying a flame lit several large torches around the stage. Villagers began taking their places on the raised wooden platform at the north end of the square, and the audience quieted. The Narrator spoke.

“Before we start, I want to thank all of you for coming. You really make it a joy to put on this festival. What?”A small boy ran out to the center of the stage, said something, and then ran away again. “Oh. Yes. I’d like to introduce our cast. The villagers and extra roles will be played by the children: Zelda, Rauru, Dina, Farosh, Nayra, and Kilton. The Council of Seven will be played by Egwene, Perrin, Elayne, Matrim, Nynaeve, and Taretha.” As each name was called, the audience burst into applause. “The witch this year will be played by our very own Mr. Yeranem. Once again, thank you for coming, and enjoy! Let the story begin.”

When the applause died down, the Narrator began anew.

 “Long, long ago, witches lived in Sareht. There were quite a few, and they would gather in secret occasionally. No one knew what they talked about during these secret meetings, but they never did anything to hurt anyone. Actually, most of them were really helpful. Some were assigned certain duties, like protecting the village from darkwolves that occasionally attacked. Some of them were assigned to preserving the history of the town and the province. Most of them, though, were not really assigned to anything specific, so they would help out wherever they were needed. In the meantime, they lived their lives peacefully, and you wouldn’t know they were witches if you saw one. They didn’t use magic outside of their homes or do anything out of the ordinary. This is a story about one such Witch.”

 The Witch angrily stalked through the center of the village. A Villager, carrying a basket of bread, stopped her.

“Are you alright? Where are you going?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing of your concern.” She said with a sneer.

The Villager hesitated. “Well, let me know if I can help you in any way.”

“Why would I need help from the likes of you? It’s bad enough that the other witches want to help me. I don’t need help from anyone at all, and you’d do well to remember it. It isn’t-“ the Witch burst into a coughing fit, pulling out a dirty cloth to cover her mouth. When she resumed, she was gasping for breath. “It isn’t right to assume that I’m incapable of anything. I can’t believe you! I can’t believe any of you!”

The Villager backed away a little bit, frightened. “I’m sorry. I meant no offense.”

“Of course you didn’t. You never do. No one ever does. No one ever means anything. Isn’t that just how it is these days?” The Witch started laughing. “I suggested that they send a team into the woods to go hunting for wolves. I volunteered to lead it. What did they do? Send a team, but send someone else to lead it. ‘No offense.’ Right. It doesn’t matter to them that I’m the strongest of them all, or the smartest. They never listen! No one ever listens to me!”

The Villager was at a loss. “Well…” She shifted the bread basket on her hip. “I’m sorry to hear that.” She shifted the bread basket to her other hip and bit her lip nervously. “I wish there was something I could do. This bread’s going to get hard soon, though, so I’ll be on my way. You know where I am if… If you should… wish for my… assistance. May Sareht be with you.” With that, she quickly curtsied, turned around, and walked away.

The Witch stared after her, muttering to herself. “How dare she suggest that I need anything from her! Do they all think I’m a ninny? I’ll show them. I’ll show them all.”

That night, as all of the villagers slept, the Witch silently crept out of her home. She walked to the center of the village, cackling softly to herself. “They’ll listen to me. They’ll listen to me when their Goddess is dead!”

 The next morning as villagers were starting to wake up and prepare for the day, a horn blew from off in the distance. A team of three witches assigned to protecting the village hastily ran out of their cottage in the direction of the horn.

“Thank Sareht it’s only one blast. We can handle one darkwolf.”

“Yes, I think we’ll be just fine. Darkwolves are strong, but we’ve dealt with one before. I’ll hold it still while you two take care of it.”

“Do you see that?” One of the witches pointed. “There’s a weird glow around the village.”

“That’s just the sun setting. It always looks like that.”

“Yeah, don’t be ridiculous, Nayra.”

They reached the darkwolf before Nayra had a chance to respond. The giant wolf immediately started snarling when it saw them, recognition and pure hatred in its eyes. It drew back, circling around the witches menacingly. One of the witches raised her arms, and the wolf let out an angry bark. The witch bit her lower lip in concentration. The wolf, still snarling and growling, slowed in its movements as if it were moving through thick honey. It started to lunge toward one of the witches, but froze before it reached her. Once the wolf was subdued, the two other witches joined hands. They raised their free hands toward the frozen wolf and counted down.

“Three, two, one!”

With a loud crack like thunder and a bright flash of light, the wolf crumpled to the ground. The lone witch finally lowered her arms, exhaling forcefully.

“That was a strong one. Good job, you guys.”

They didn’t have long to celebrate. Another horn blew from off in the distance, this time with three short blasts. The witches looked at each other in fear.

“There’s no way we can handle a whole pack of darkwolves. I hope other witches come to help us.”

“I hope so too, but let’s hurry before they reach the village.”

The witches took off in the direction of the horn, heading north through the center of the village. They stopped dead when they reached the central square. For a few seconds, they were unable to speak. They simply gaped in utter shock and terror at what they saw.

“Sareht, be with us!”

“Oh, Sareht!”

“The Goddess Tree…!”

One of the witches dropped to her knees and fervently started praying, her hands shaking as she clasped them together. The horn blew again in three short blasts, but the witches didn’t notice.

“Sareht, who would set the Goddess Tree on fire?”

“It’s not even burning...! There’s fire, but it’s not burning!”

“The benches under the tree aren’t even there anymore, they’re just piles of ash! Who would do this? How did this happen?” Villagers started to gather around the square, gaping in shock. They murmured amongst themselves.

At that moment, the Witch walked out from behind a building, utterly calm. She raised her voice to be heard over the roaring flames.

“Darkwolves are attacking the village. The Goddess Tree is on fire. Don’t you see what this means? Sareht has abandoned us!” The villagers gasped in horror. “Do you really think Sareht, our peaceful and protective Goddess, would have let this happen?” More murmurs. “She’s only showing us that she won’t protect us anymore. We need to find someone else to protect us. But who could be strong enough to protect the village from a whole pack of darkwolves?”

As if on cue, four darkwolves ran toward the villagers, snarling and growling angrily. The Witch held up her hands. With a crack louder than any thunder and a flash of light that made even the flames seem dim, all four darkwolves all crumpled to the ground. The villagers murmured in astonishment, eyeing the Witch.

“Neighbors, friends, you need not fear. I will protect you from darkwolves. I will heal all of your ills and protect you from the future. All I ask in return is that you follow me. Together, we will be the greatest, most prosperous city that the province has ever seen!”

The villagers murmured amongst themselves, casting sidelong glances at her. The Narrator walked to the center of the stage as the villagers shuffled away.

 “For days, the Goddess Tree burned. And yet, mysteriously, it was never damaged. It remained as lush and green as ever, despite hotter flames than any the villagers had ever seen before. For days, the other witches in the village refused to help. Villagers grew suspicious and resentful of them. Tensions flared between villagers, between neighbors. You never knew who was a witch and you didn’t want to associate with one. Finally, rain came and the fire was put out, but everyone was still scared. No one talked to anyone else unless they had to, and former friends would look at each other sideways. The villagers called together the Council of Seven to administer justice, even though it had not been called in many decades.” The Narrator then resumed his position at the side of the stage. Behind him, the Witch was facing a table with seven villagers seated around it. One of the villagers rose to her feet and addressed the audience.

 “This Council was called to session by agreement of the village to settle all disputes that may arise. Our councillors have been appointed by popular vote to determine the facts of the case and ensure that justice is being administered in a timely manner. Our consensus on what happened and what is to be done is final.” He turned to the Witch. “Do you agree to these terms?”

“I agree.” The Witch appeared composed with her hands folded in her lap, but she was fidgeting.

“Very well. Let’s begin. You have been accused of setting the Goddess Tree on fire. Did you?”

“Why would I do something so sinister? How could I—” she stopped suddenly and looked away. “I mean, no. I didn’t.”

“Then why were you so calm when you saw the tree was burning?”

“I wasn’t.” She swallowed hard. “I don’t really show emotion much.”

“Why did you claim that Sareht had abandoned us? Why did you ask us to ‘follow you’ immediately after discovering the tree was burning?”

“I wanted these people to know that they still had someone to turn to. And it was obvious that Sareht had abandoned us because the tree was on fire.”

“No one has seen you at any prayer ceremonies or meetings, before or after the tree was set on fire. You’re not a particularly religious person, are you?”

“I pray in my home with my family. I followed Sareht until She showed us She wasn’t protecting us anymore. The Goddess Tree on fire and darkwolves attacking the village? It was a sign!”

Another council member stood up. “I think it was part of this witch’s plan.” She spat the word witch. “You set the tree on fire because you knew darkwolves would attack. You wanted them to attack so you could be the one to protect the village and people would obey you.” Some members in the audience shouted their agreement.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said firmly.

“Council members, do we agree that this witch set the Goddess Tree on fire and is responsible for the darkwolves attacking the village?”

“I agree,” said the other councillors as one.

“The Council agrees. We hereby banish you from this village. If we see you again, you will be forced to leave. You have until the end of the day to gather your belongings. You must leave before dawn.”

“But I have a family! What about my daughter? She’s only a child! You can’t do this to me!”

“I repeat, you are banished from the village.”

“And what if I refuse?”

The Council members all looked at each other in stunned silence. “You agreed that our decision was final at the first. You must listen to us.”

“No. I will not leave.”

More stunned silence. “The Council of Seven has spoken. If you do not leave before dawn, there will be consequences.”

 The Narrator walked to the center of the stage once again. “When the sun rose, the Witch had not left, nor had she even prepared to. No one had ever disobeyed the Council of Seven before. It was almost as horrific and unthinkable as, well, setting the Goddess Tree on fire. They couldn’t risk her doing anything like that again. They couldn’t bear the thought of having someone so treacherous, so violent, living in Sareht. Despite multiple attempts to get her to leave, she remained. So the villagers and the Council of Seven resorted to extreme measures to prevent her from repeating her actions.” The Narrator walked to the side of the stage, revealing the Witch standing on a wooden block on a scaffold with her arms tied behind her back. The Council of Seven was standing around the scaffold. One of them stood in front, addressing the audience.

 “Fellow villagers, this witch has set our sacred Goddess Tree on fire with the intent of usurping Sareht’s reign. She caused a panic among the villagers. She then defied the Council of Seven and remains a threat to our village. We cannot allow her to continue threatening us. For these crimes, we will hang her.” Members of the audience shouted and cheered loudly, clapping their hands and stomping their feet. The Councillor walked to the side of the scaffold and looked up at the Witch expectantly.

One of the Councillors standing on the scaffold with the Witch hesitated while putting a black hood on her. “Do you have any last words?” She asked almost gently.

Weeping, the Witch took a breath as if to speak. A member of the audience shouted, “Get on with it!” The Witch started crying harder, gasping for breath between her sobs.

The Councillor repeated, “Do you have any last words?”

The Witch gritted her teeth. “Just do it.”

The Councillor put the hood on and carefully placed the noose around the Witch’s neck. With tears in her eyes, she shoved the Witch off the wooden block, and the audience was in an uproar with applause.

 The Narrator walked back to the center of the stage. The audience cheered for a long minute, hooting and hollering their excitement to have the village cleansed of someone so evil. When the audience quieted, the Narrator spoke. “After the Witch was hanged-” He cut himself off when the crowd erupted in applause again. He held his hand out, and the audience quieted rapidly. “After the Witch was hanged, many of the villagers fled, most of whom were known to be witches. The villagers went back to their old ways and everyone started to trust each other again. Not a single darkwolf has attacked the village since. This horrific event caused by the terrible witches helped unite us as citizens of Sareht, and we are stronger for it!” The audience was riotous with applause, shouting, clapping, and foot-stomping. “This event caused Sareht to be reborn, even better than before! May Sareht keep us and protect us forever!” The applause lasted while the actors and actresses took their bows, doubling in volume when Mr. Yeranem came up to the center of the stage. After the final bows, the Narrator walked up once again. “I’d like to thank our cast and crew for their hard work in this production. I’d like to thank the children especially, because if they don’t remember the past, then who will?” He paused and smiled. “I’d also like to thank our visitors for traveling so far to come every year. We really appreciate it. Can we have one more round of applause for everyone who worked so hard on this?” The audience complied fervently. “Thank you again, everyone, and good night!”

[meenasmoon]

Ash: "hey Johnny, wanna know what's worse than being a third wheel?" Johnny: "Sure, Ash, what's worse?" Ash: "being third wheel to tWO MORONS WHO WONT ADMIT THEIR A COUPLE!" (Not really a prompt... Idk)

I know that this technically wasn’t a prompt but I couldn’t stop laughing as I imagined this scene so I couldn’t resist making a little oneshot for you guys. Enjoy! 

Oh, and keep those asks coming. I will be fulfilling as many as I can every weekend.

Frustration

“You’re coming to dinner with us after rehearsal right Ash?” Meena asked eagerly as she watched her friend pack up her guitar and various pieces of sheet music that were covered in Ash’s scribblings.

“Sure Meena. Who is us?” Ash asked as she led the elephant out of her practice room, shutting off the lights as they walked out.

“Well um…Me and Johnny.” she smiled nervously and Ash sighed inwardly. Despite her frustration she maintained the friendly smile on her face, she wouldn’t dare upset Meena. Her best friend was just too sensitive to other’s disappointment and the last thing Ash ever wanted to do was make Meena sad. Now that she thought about it that was probably the reason Johnny sent Meena to ask her rather than coming himself.

“Sounds like a good time. Where are we headed?” Ash assumed that they would be headed to their usual haunt, a diner a couple blocks away that served the best milkshakes in town. Johnny was a sucker for a good peanut butter and chocolate milkshake with whipped cream and a cherry. The gorilla regressed back to his childhood as soon as the milkshake appeared in front of him. It was actually pretty funny to see it happen.

“Probably the Starlight Diner.” Meena shrugged and her eyes glazed over for a second as her thoughts obviously turned towards Johnny. “Johnny really wants one of those milkshakes so it’s gonna be perfect. At least if that’s okay with you?” she gave Ash a pleading look and Ash smiled back up at her.

“C’mon Meena you know I love their wildberry salad.” she elbowed her friend playfully and Meena’s smile grew.

“Great!” Meena clapped eagerly and rushed ahead of Ash to find Johnny. After she was out of earshot Ash groaned and slumped a little bit, having her own mini fit there in the hall.

She froze when she heard a light chuckle behind her and she spun around to find Rosita watching her with an amused look on her face. “Young lady what in the world was that?” she laughed, pursing her lips in an attempt to appear stern.

“I’m being dragged on another unofficial date with Meena and Johnny.” Ash groaned and slumped against the wall.

“Unofficial date?” Rosita asked, frowning in confusion. Ash glanced around to make sure that neither Meena nor Johnny were within earshot.

“Yeah. Those two idiots are so head over heels for each other that they’re too oblivious to even notice. SO whenever they wanna spend time together they drag me along as a buffer. I’m just gonna spend the whole night watching them make goo goo eyes at each other.” She gave another dramatic sigh and banged her head against the wall in frustration.

Rosita immediately went into “mom advice mode” and offered up her purse full of goodies to Ash who eagerly sorted through it until she found her favorite pack of gum. She pulled out two pieces, unwrapping one and popping it in her mouth while she put the other stick in her pocket for later.

“Well it sounds to me like you just need to tell them how you feel or else nothing is going to change.” Rosita patted her head and then began heading for the exit, an extra bounce in her step.

“Sure. Like it’s gonna be that easy.” Ash said sarcastically and then picked up her guitar case once more and headed out to the main stage where Johnny and Meena were talking quietly. She took a deep breath, pasted a smile on her face and strolled over to where her friends were waiting. She shoved her guitar case into Johnny’s arms and shoved her hands into her pockets.

Johnny accepted the guitar case without protest and slung it over his shoulder. it was custom for him to carry Ash��s guitar case and be the driver to the diner since he rarely had the money to pay for a full meal. Neither of the girls really minded considering his unique home situation.

“Let’s get a move on I’m fricking starving.” she said loudly as she led the way down the hall and towards the lobby. Johnny and Meena exchanged amused smiles as they followed her to the car. Ash was waiting by the truck when they caught up to her, looking around with a bored look on her face and a growing gum bubble coming from her mouth.

Johnny hurried to unlock the truck and held the door open for Ash as she slid into the middle seat. He held out a hand for Meena and helped her into the truck even though she obviously didn’t need his help. He closed the door once both of the girls were settled and then ran over to the driver’s side, first depositing Ash’s guitar case behind the front seat. He hopped in excitedly and started up the truck. The rolled down the windows and Johnny cranked up the radio. Soon they were all singing to an old Baboon 5 song: Harder to Breathe.

Ash’s smile grew a bit more genuine as she bobbed her head to the strong guitar parts of the song. Soon enough she joined her friends in belting out the chorus. They pulled up to a stoplight just before the diner, music still pumping and their voices drawing attention from other drivers and passersby. Ash took a moment to glance at Meena to see how she was handling all of the newfound attention but Meena wasn’t even looking at their spectators, her eyes were glued to Johnny as they harmonized through the chorus. Ash smiled and nodded to herself.

Yeah these two are made for each other. She thought, But that doesn’t make third-wheeling any less torturous.

Conveniently the song ended just as they pulled up to the diner and they all jumped out of the truck still beaming from their impromptu car performance. Johnny hurried ahead of the girls so that he could hold open the door like the gentleman that he was. Ash winked at him before strutting up to the hostess and asking for their usual table next to the window. 

The young antelope smiled and handed her three menus. Ash put them under her arm and led the way to their table. She sat on one side of the spacious booth while Meena and Johnny slid into the other. Ash had to physically stop herself from rolling her eyes at them and instead hid slightly behind her menu. After about a minute a curvy, older water buffalo wearing glasses and a stained apron bustled over to the table with her pad of paper.

“Well hey kiddos. What can I get for ya’ll this time?” she smiled warmly at them and held her pen over her pad, ready at any moment to scribble down their orders. Ash ordered the Wildberry Salad, her usual; Meena ordered an Eggplant Lasagna; and Johnny eagerly ordered the Roots and Shoots Casserole with a Peanut Butter and Chocolate milkshake. Ash playfully rolled her eyes at his obvious excitement over the shake while Meena let out a giggle and struck up a conversation about their latest show. It was still in the planning stages and therefore they were all still trying to pick out what song to sing for it. 

When Meena asked her what she would be singing Ash just smirked and said she would surprise them with a new song from the album she was currently working on. They grilled her for a few minutes trying to get more details but Ash stubbornly clammed up and refused to say anything else about it. Eventually Johnny turned the attention back to Meena’s choice and they began discussing possible song options. Ash tuned them out as she fiddled with her phone, vigorously playing level 300 of Candy Crush. When she was unsuccessful in beating the level for the 10th time she threw down her phone in frustration and tuned back into the conversation. 

“-’m not sure if tha’ song is good enuff fer yer voice Meena. Ya need a song jus’ as beautiful as ya-yer voice.” Ash watched the obvious verbal stumble with amusement. Both of her friends were blushing slightly, Johnny a little more so than Meena for a change.

“You really think so Johnny?” Meena asked shyly, looking up at him through her eyelashes. Suddenly their eyes were glued to each other’s and they slowly started leaning closer to each other.

“O’ course I do Meena.” Johnny said quietly, obviously mesmerized. The moment was immediately shattered by the arrival of their food. The waitress was skillfully balancing their plates on a tray on her shoulder and she speedily handed them out in a way that only an experienced waitress can.

“Thanks Sherry.” Ash nodded to their usual waitress and dug into her food, trying her best to ignore the longing looks that her friends were sending each other when the other wasn’t looking.

About twenty minutes later they were finished with their dinner and Sherry brought over the bill and Johnny’s towering milkshake. As always Sherry dropped off a couple of spoons with a smile before hurrying off to take care of the rest of her customers.

Johnny eagerly dug into his milkshake, looking at the sweet confection like a child looks at a new toy on Christmas. Meena was watching him devour the treat, a soft smile on her face, the same smile that she always got when she was mooning over Johnny. After a few minutes, Johnny noticed Meena watching him and turned bright red in embarrassment. He swallowed the large bite that was in his mouth and offered up a spoonful to Meena.

“Didja want sum Meena?” he asked bashfully and Meena nodded shyly. She opened her mouth to thank him and leaned in to get the spoon from him when the gorilla did something that neither girl was expecting. He leaned forward as well and skillfully fed Meena the bite. Meena and Ash stared at him in shock, Meena’s eyes as wide as they could go while Ash’s jaw was on the floor it had dropped so quickly. Meena recovered first and swallowed the bite, withdrawing the spoon from her mouth.

“Thanks.” she whispered.

“Yer welcome.” Johnny whispered back, both of them leaning in once more.

It was in that moment that Ash decided that she had had enough of this nonsense. Rosita’s advice had been bouncing around in her head since they sat down and she was bout to take it and deliver it to her friends in hr own special way. She banged her fist on the table to get their attention, her face screwed up in a mix of an annoyed look and a mischievous smirk. Both Meena and Johnny jumped at the sudden reminder of Ash’s presence. Before either of her friends could say anything Ash spoke up in a voice that was just loud enough for the people around them to hear.

“Hey Johnny wanna know what’s worse than being a third wheel?” she asked and Johnny froze under her scrutiny, doing a very good impression of a deer caught in the headlights.

“Uh…. no Ash, what’s worse?” he asked, confusion coloring his tone. He exchanged a concerned look with Meena who just shrugged slightly. Ash calmly stood up on the booth and leaned over the table so she was closer to them. Somehow in that moment, despite being about a third of their size, she was beyond intimidating.

“Being third wheel to TWO MORONS WHO WON’T ADMIT THEY’RE A COUPLE!” she suddenly roared. Both of her friends turned cherry red and the entire restaurant turned to watch the scene that was unfolding. Satisfied that she had made her point, Ash took out her wallet, threw down enough money for the bill and hopped down and out of the booth.

“So enjoy your first date. On me. And stop torturing me with this whole unofficial third wheel thing.” With that she turned around and walked out of the restaurant, high-fiving Sherry and the hostess as she left.

And just like that the animals of the diner went about their normal business and Meena and Johnny were left staring nervously at each other. They sat in silence for a little while before Johnny finally broke the silence.

“So…do ya want anovver bite?” he asked with that crooked smile that always made Meena’s heart pound in her chest. She just let out a little giggle and let him feed her another bite. 

One thought resounded through everyone’s heads, even Ash who had long since began her walk to the subway.

Finally.

[needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas]

Saw you were taking a break from this blog so no rush! Just a thought I keep having, since jealous possessive Sooga is amazing. Suppose the boys had Link and Mipha over for dinner and Link is all goo-goo-eyed over Kohga because his cooking is so good? And Kohga of course just keeps making Sooga jealous by feeding Link until Sooga is just "will you two excuse us a moment" while he drags Kohga to the kitchen for the roughest, most possessive quickie of his life XD

Oh this is SUCH a good idea. We love a jealous Sooga here, folks!

“Linkie! Mipha! There’s the little couple!”

Kohga welcomed Kohga with a hug, and graced Link with a nod. Mipha chuckled, ever the bubbly babe as she was.

“Kohga! We’re SO glad you invited us for dinner! I wasn’t feeling like cooking tonight, actually, and Link...always makes too much.”

She gave him a side eye (best she could anyway, looked as scary as a kitten), and he rubbed the back of his head, a bit bashful. Kohga shook his head.

“Oh It’s my pleasure! I’ve been testing out some new recipes lately, I wanted you guys to be the first to try it. Not to mention It’s been SO long since you came to visit! Everyone misses seeing your little fishy face!”

He pinched at her cheek, making her blush something fierce. Ugh, precious little pearl, this girl. He motioned for them to come on in, just in time to catch Sooga setting up the table. He nodded at them, just as he was placing the glasses.

“Lady Mipha. Link.”

That was the best one could do in terms of greeting, at least when it came to a busy Sooga. Kohga had done all the cooking, it’d make sense that Sooga could pick up the slack. Kohga sat down, and Sooga was about to place his glass of wine next to him, when Link sat down right next to him. It was most likely just the fresh bread and butter being on that side of the table, but it didn’t halt Sooga’s jealousy. He huffed. No sense in being rude to a guest, even though the boy lacked manners. He was forced to put his glass next to Mipha’s seat, which he didn’t like. Nothing against Mipha personally, he just...didn’t like small, sweet women. Reminded him of too many things he wished he could forget. Kohga chuckled as he had Sooga pour him a glass of wine.

“Mipha! Are you feeding this boy? He’s already almost done with the damn basket!”

Link had helped himself to all the bread there, essentially licking the butter right off the cloth. Link was a good, brave boy, but his eating habits were just as bad as his gluttony. Not that Kohga minded. Mipha tried to excuse him, but he waved her off.

“Oh don’t say sorry, we love a boy with an appetite! I’ll feed him enough to get him right through winter! Sooga, soup first, please! And uh, another round of bread. Make that two.”

Sooga obeyed, bringing over bowls of soup, and fresh baskets of bread. Sooga insisted he wasn’t hungry, so he more or less came in and out, occasionally sipping his own wine. It was fine with Kohga, given what they had planned for after dinner. Link dug into his pumpkin soup, and he was clearly in love with it, given how he slurped at his bowl. Mipha chuckled, dainty as she ate her own portion. Kohga saw how hungry Link was, and felt almost pity for him. Boy wasn’t just hungry for food, he was hungry for GOOD food.

“Here, give this a shot, it’ll put a dent in your gut.”

Kohga made his own portion of creamy heart soup, and if he must say, it’s the best soup one could ever eat. He scooped a spoonful, before shoving it into Link’s mouth. Link sat there for a moment, before his face nearly exploded. Surprise surprise, Link loved HIS cooking. He more or less abandoned his empty bowl, in favor of facing Kohga, clearly eager for more. Link was full of courage, not table manners. Kohga chuckled, continuing to sit there and feed Link like a misbehaving mutt. Sooga came in with the next course, only to stop for a moment. Kohga was sitting here, spoon feeding Link soup, all while Mipha just sat there, chuckling. How inappropriate of her, not keeping a leash on her man. He cleared his throat as he walked in, setting more food down onto the table.

“Master Kohga, you are reinforcing improper behavior.”

“Oh hush Sooga, the poor thing is so thin! I can’t help it! Look at how he likes my food!”

Link was finished with his bowl of veggie curry in a hot second (as well as Mipha’s leftover portion of soup), and was currently looking at Kohga, clearly eager for more. Kohga chuckled as Link was more or less in his lap at this point, eagerly awaiting more food. To which, Kohga was more than happy to indulge. Mipha somehow didn’t look embarrassed, and Sooga couldn’t understand just why.

“I apologize for his appetite, I swear he had something to eat before we came over. If it’s so much of a trouble, I can-”

“Oh it’s fine, it’s fine! You guys are my guests! Let me feed you!”

Kohga had no hesitation to send Sooga back into the kitchen, continuing to feed Link from his own bowl of poultry curry. Sooga grumbled as he nearly slammed the plates into the sink. Link was always a thorn in his side, and Kohga’s obvious attraction to him only made him want to kick his ass more.

“Stupid. Pest. Nuisance.”

“Sooga! Go get the honeyed fruit, will you? It should still be warm!”

Sooga took it out of the fridge. He stared at the fruits in front of him. Kohga sat there, cooking and peeling these fruits with the freshest of honey, made his own ice cream on the side, and even gathered the honey all by himself. Link didn’t deserve something made with so much love and effort. He contemplated eating the whole plate in petty vengeance, but that would be going against Kohga’s orders. He sighed, and added the cooked fruit onto the plate, with a scoop of ice cream, topped off with even more of that thick, sweet honey sauce. He brought it to the table, and Link’s eyes shone in excitement. Of course he wanted this.

“Here you go, Master Kohga.”

Kohga nodded in thanks, then he picked a wildberry. It was sticky, given how the honey sauce dripped down his hand. Then he gave it to Link. Link accepted it, but the juiciness of the berry made the purple juices run down Kohga’s hand, alongside the honey sauce. Sooga was about to offer him a napkin, when Link had the gall. The NERVE, to hold Kohga’s hand, trail his tongue alongside his wrist, and shove his thumb right into his mouth. He kept it there for a moment, clearly licking up all he could, before he slowly pulled away, drool connecting his hand to Link’s mouth. It took EVERYTHING in Sooga not to slap him across his stupid, slutty face. Instead, he put his hand on Kohga’s chair, nearly cracking the wood.

“Master Kohga. There’s a problem in the kitchen. Please, come with me.”

“Sooga, you can totally handle it, can’t you?”

Master Kohga was LIKING this. Liking the notion of Link’s mouth cleaning him free of that sticky, sweet sauce. Sooga cleared his throat loudly.

“I cannot. Please, Master Kohga. Come. Into. The. Kitchen.”

“Finnnne. Mipha, Link, you guys keep eating, I’ll be right back.”

Kohga pushed himself out of the chair, following Sooga into the kitchen. Sooga slammed the door shut, leaning down to glare at Kohga.

“Don’t think I don’t see what you are up to, Master Kohga.”

“What? Little ol’ me? I’m just having dinner, Sooga!”

Kohga grinned, ducking past Sooga in order to get himself a fresh banana. Once he started eating it, he sat up on the counter. Sooga took the chance to pin Kohga between himself and the countertop.

“You don’t think I don’t see that? The way you’re letting him lick over you like some street dog. You don’t feed ME like that, why is HE so special?”

“First of all, you barely eat. Second of all, I’m feeding my guests. Unfortunately, it doesn’t really matter, does it? If little Linky gets hungry for some meat, why wouldn’t I put it right into his mouth?”

“He does NOT deserve to touch you.”

“I love how you’re SO mad, and SO jealous of me. It’s cute, because you can’t do jack shit, big boy. You can sit there and stew like soup, and you can’t do shit. My big, strong boy, gonna let his man get RAILED by a blonde twunk. Funny, honestly.”

Sooga watched as Kohga polished off his banana, giving him such a cocky, almost stuck up look. Sooga shortened whatever distance they had between them, putting his face RIGHT in front of Kohga’s.

“You really think I can’t do anything? You find me so inept?”

“Sooga, I know you are. Link can kick your ass, and rail mine in less than a few minutes. And you’d just sit there, and watch. Let’s face it, you don’t stand a chance.”

Kohga went so far as to flick the peel at him, teeth shining through his cocky grin. Sooga thought about keeping his cool. Then he thought about the way Link licked at his hand. And he lost. His. Mind. With a growl akin to a wild wolf, he put his hand over his mouth, and SLAMMED him backwards into the counter.

“You are MY Master. No one else’s. If I have to FUCKING show you, I absolutely will.”

Sooga held no hesitation, no mercy as he tore off his clothes, and shoved his cock right into his ass. Sooga was horny as HELL when he was viciously jealous, and Kohga’s ass was just where that anger wanted to go. He kept his hand over his mouth, despite the fact that Kohga grabbed at his hands, trying (rather weakly) to pry them off. It pissed Sooga off, seeing how much Kohga was enjoying his angry, violent thrusts.

“You use your hands, your WORDS to bewitch men. It is a talent that should only be for me. Only I should be for you. Not any other blademaster, not any PEASANT like him. I give you everything. Protection, my love, my COCK,”

He shoved himself extra hard into him, and he heard Kohga cry against his palm. He LIKED this. Of course he did, it was HIM, not Link, not any other man. HIM, and HIM alone.

“Everything you could want. From ME. I won’t let him touch you. Every time you even THINK of pulling THAT shit again, I want you to remember how I’m FUCKING you in this kitchen, with them right in the other room. You don’t do that stupid hand shit with him, you do it with ME.”

Sooga would NOT calm down. He removed his hand from his mouth, and shoved in two of his fingers right into his open, drooling, horny mouth. And Kohga loved it. Kohga was groaning and drooling over them, it only made him angrier. To think, Link wanted to touch this. Link wanted to have what was rightfully his. Moron. Idiot. Thinking he can touch HIS Master Kohga. His cock could NEVER slam into him like this, his cock could NEVER make Kohga as hard as he was right now. One might think Sooga was being too much, abusive even, but they both knew better. Kohga LOVED angry, greedy Sooga. He hated how he didn’t want to share, didn’t want a chance of anyone taking him away.

“No other man can stuff you so full of cum like I can. You want me to prove it? You want me to fucking SHOW you what I can do?!”

Sooga used his free hand to SMACK against Kohga’s ass, digging his nails into his ass, just shy of making Kogha bleed underneath his fingernails. Then he came, dick nestled deep into his ass, and held Kohga down so he could take it all. He stayed put, pinning Kohga down against the counter, making him take every last drop of cum. And when he finished cumming, he ever so slowly peeled his hand away, watching as his fingers dripped with his drool. Kohga’s lips were open, panting, and his whole frame was damn near shaking. Sooga was about to speak, when Kohga sat up, wrapping his arms around his neck and pressing their lips together. It was a wanting, firm kiss, and it damn near made Sooga swoon. He parted after a moment, a smirk at his lips.

“You, are one jealous, jealous boy, Sooga~. I like that about you. You should get jealous a lot more.”

Sooga looked down at the mess he had made. Both of their cum’s littered the floor, and Sooga couldn’t believe just how much he contributed to the mess. Sooga sighed.

“Don’t fool my love making for joy. I will NOT have you touch him. Do you understand me?”

Kohga could swoon. Jealous Sooga had such a deep, sexy voice, it made his legs turn to jelly.

“I’ll behave, I’ll behave~...”

He poked at his chin, leaning up to kiss his nose.

“Especially if daddy is gonna keep being SO mean to me.”

“Sweet words only get you so far, Master.”

He knelt down to graze his teeth against Kohga’s neck, and his weak little giggle only made Sooga FAR more angry towards Link.

“Kohga, Sooga! Is everything alright there?”

“Just fine, Mipha! Be out in a sec!”

Kohga took a hold of his hand, kissing the wet fingers oh so tenderly.

“Teach me another lesson, really quick. MAKE me behave.”

“With Pleasure, Master Kohga. Whatever rids that pest from your mind.”

[drakewalkerfantasy]

Sneak Peak: The night is not over yet (Beckett x MC)

Pairings: Beckett x MC (Maeve)

Author’s Note: This happening after Drowning, but before Lá Bealtaine. It’s kind of my thoughts what could have happened after their endeavour in chapter 14. Please let me know, if you want to be removed from tag. This will be NSFW on later stage.

Tagging: @elles-choices @fluffy-marshmallow-heart @walkerismychoice @tmarie82 @harrington-sinclaire @darley1101 @damienazarionos @boneandfur @littleblossom-18 @too-many-choices-too-little-time @scgdoeswhat

- Happy Birthday, Mae, - whispered Beckett smiling at her with tenderness. His eyes roaming over her body hidden by the layers of clothes, once again. The soft moonlight glowing in her tousled honey hairs, her lips rosy and plump from all the kissing they had.

They sit on the edge of the lake for a little while longer, their bodies pressed closely together, their fingers intertwined, before reluctantly heading to the party. They were silence all the way to the Roost both trying to find the words, but not sure how to start. Both are lost in their own thoughts, so close to each other and so far away. This was already several months since the day they started to date. But since than stolen kisses, stolen moments alone and stolen touches was all what they had. Tonight was the closest they came in they relationships and as it happened many times before, they were interrupted. She wanted him, and she knew he felt the same. She sighed, he was so bold with her at such moments, but as soon as that moment passed, he became the same Beckett Harrington, the one who was unsure and awkward in expressing his feelings.

After following the path so familiar to them both, they finally stopped to the halt. - Mae, I… if this will be okay, if I call it a night? - Ohhhh, - disappointment flowed in Maeve’s voice. - You know, that tomorrow are the start of our finals. So I need to go over some of my books. - Sure… finals, - she sigh, but nodded kissing him lightly on the lips, - see you tomorrow?

She was ready to leave, when Beckett’s strong hand tugged her firmly back to him and his lips found hers, kissing her passionately, deeply, not letting go. She could feel his excitement pressed into her lower abdomen becoming even more obvious. He kissed her until both of them started to lack an air and become dizzy. They breathing became heavy, their foreheads pressed to each other, panting. They stayed so for several minutes before he released Maeve from his embrace.

- Happy Birthday, Mae, - Beckett added hoarsely, before he turned around and left.

He walked quickly along the dim long corridors, lit only by the moonlight glow sneaking through the massive windows. It was already late, but Beckett still hoped to get his study done before tomorrow’s exam. Unconsciously hoping that this will take his minds off the girl who occupied them constantly. He could still feel her warm breath on his lips, when they met in a kiss just a moment ago and it felt like a thousand fireworks just exploded above them, hiding them from everyone in a billion of metallic sparks. Her sweet, but subtle scent of wildberries and lavender hover over them bewitching him and mesmerising, forcing him to forget everything and surrender to her. Beckett could feel that he gets excited again, forcing himself to stop thinking about her. He speeded up, trying to get to the safety of the library as soon as possible. He could feel, that the last restrain he had starting to crumble. And Beckett could swear that as soon as this restraint will stop holding him back, he will run back to her making something that she probably will regret the next day. He could see the massive oak doors appearing in front of him, thankfully the librarian has left for the day and the door wasn’t closed what made it easier for him. He slipped inside, quietly closing the door behind, his back firmly pressed to it. Beckett sighed with relief, blocking all the thought about everything and everyone behind this doors. He slowly started to move along the aisles, his fingertips grazing over the books’ bindings looking for the ones he came here for. The antique books’ smell usually soothing him now reminded him of the totally different scent, the one that made his blood boil in his veins. His heart started to beat faster echoing loudly in the dead silence of the library. His breath quickened from the memory of his fingers grazed lightly along Maeve’s bare skin just an hour ago. He stubbornly tried to resist his desires, taking several books over to the big oak table placing them carefully in front of him. He sat down with firm determination to focus, starting to browse through the ages of knowledge hidden in this books. But every time he tried, he failed hopelessly.