#magi smut

[jafarlover101]

Morning Sex - Ja’far x Reader

Warnings: Smut

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6:29AM

“Ja’far..” You whispered before rolling to see your lover’s eyes slowly open. His pitch black eyes with the sun just slightly slipping through the window.

“Hm?” He says huskily. He turns over to look at the time, “It’s 6:29.” He says before getting up to rub his eyes. “Go back to bed its early.” “But I need you.” You whine before sitting up too.

He quickly whips his head towards you “What do you mean you need me..” He mutters out while faintly blushing. You start to crawl over to him the bed creaking slightly.

You sit on his lap and start drawing circles on his chest. “I need you badly..” You say while tilting your head down a bit. His blush becomes more noticeable. “Is that’s so..” He says before passionately kissing you. The kiss becoming more heated and sloppy with every second passing by.

You easily pin him down breaking the kiss and moving towards his neck. You softly suck his neck. He gently groans to this making you more motivated. The sound of his moans fill the room. You were about to undress him right when he decided to top. 

He looks at you with his lust filled eyes basically drooling to see your body. He begins to quickly take off your shirt leaving you bare chested. Attacking your breast with no hesitation.

You get caught off guard and behind to clench your jaw. “Ja’far.. slow-down..” You said in between moans. Starting to helplessly rub your thighs together in hope of some friction between your thighs.

He gladly takes both of your breast in each hand and start massaging them. Then going on to lick and suck them. He has no problem leaving hickeys all over your breast.

He continues to put his knee between your thighs while smirking slightly. He gets up to take off his top revealing his ghostly white skin and his flat stomach. Then quickly rips off your pants and panties throwing them to the side of the room.

Reaching for over to the nightstand, he opens a drawer to fetch a condom for the two of you. You quickly begin to blush and look away. “Why are you looking away? You were the one begging for this” He says with a low and seductive tone. “Don’t get all shy on me..” Cooing in your ear, “I’m already so hard for you this early in the morning..”

“Now beg for my cock.” “...” You replied to this with silence looking away from him. “Please fuck me…” You whispered as you watched him take off his pants and slowly put the condom on. “I thought I said beg.” You let out a needy moan and say “Please… Ja’far…” He chuckled in amusement and swiftly stuffs it in making you gasp in pure shock.

The pain starts to lessen more and more when he began to thrust in and out. You couldn’t believe this man had you such a mess. He was cute not the type you’d think would be fucking you at 6 A.M but god did you love it.

His thrusts were perfect. He had the perfect rhythm and at this rate you could feel yourself coming close. You could also tell he was getting close to by the way he started thrusting sloppily. “Ja’far….” You said while letting out a breathy moan. Ja’far quickly grabs your hips and does one final thrust. You throw your head back in pure bliss becoming a moaning mess.

The ghostly pale man pulls out breathless sliding the condom off and throwing it into the trash. He sighs from exhaustion and lays on top of you lazily. “You’re so hot…” Ja’far whispers into your ear while you’re still panting.

Without replying you just grab him and cuddle him. “I love you so much..” You whisper in his ear before slowly drifting off to sleep. With that, he kisses you once more before also falling asleep.

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(THIS IS AN OLD DRAFT I DECIDED TO FINISH SO SORRY IF ITS BAD)

[naeisscore]

"No, I'm still not done with my inner monologues."

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[anniesstories]

The Magi's Slut

Judar x Female!Reader

Warning: sexual content ahead so don't read it if you're a minor or you're uncomfortable

It's been a long time since you saw Judar, you two were childhood friends and he also guided you through many dungeons. Your relationship with him was perfect, until you started to have feelings for him, he also seemed more distant and cold with you, which that made your heart ache.

You swore to yourself that you are going to be single and untouched for the rest of your life, that no man was worth your feelings, no one deserved your virginity or love, until you got close to Judar, even though he didn't care about you, you still loved him.

It was a long day, you trained with Kougyoku for hours and everything you wanted was just to go and get some rest, you wished that you won't see Judar because it will make you overthink again.

As you was walking down the hallway, looking for your room you saw Judar sitting infront of the doors of your room, he seemed like he was waiting for you.

"Where have you been?" His voice sounded so mean ...or jealous. "I was training with Kougyoku because she wanted to spend time with me..." "Sure you wasn't with Hakuryuu?" "No..." You lied, you had a long conversation with Hakuryuu in the morning but...how did he knew? Was he stalking you?

Before you could even blink, you found yourself pinned against the wall, inside your room, Judar being very close to your own body. "You can't fool me Y/N, I know where have you been, lying to me isn't a good idea~ so I should punish you with no mercy~" .

He was very close to you, you could feel a discomfort growing between your legs, so you tried to rub your thighs to make things less uncomfortable. Before you could even say something, Judar smashed his lips against yours, breaking the kiss once you two needed to breathe.

"Should I continue?I don't want to make your first time a nightmare after all..." He asked you. You nodded desperately to kiss him again.

He kissed you, this time the kiss was longer and way hotter than the first one, he guided you to your bed, gently pushing you on it. Now he was on top of you. You felt like your going to melt, you was desperate, you just wanted him to break you.

He kissed you again before going further to your neck. He started biting it, searching for the sweet spot. Once he found it, he sucked on it until it left a mark on your neck. "This way everyone will know your not available." He said satisfied before biting down to your chest, leaving a mark. He grabbed your breast with his hand, and with the other hand he massaged your clit.

He lowered his head to the other breast and sucked on it's nipple. You was surprised to see that he wasn't biting it at all...(I mean it's judar the one who's fucking you).

Wait...spoke too soon.

As he was gently sucking and licking your nipple, he took it between his teeth, biting it. You couldn't help yourself but scream because of the pain and pleasure he was giving you.

He lowered his head to your stomach, leaving a few kisses before moving forward to your pussy. He started by licking your clit and inserting two fingers in it. "You're so wet you damn whore, I see, you was waiting for it"

You felt so close but he stopped right before you could cum. "Sluts like you don't deserve to cum." He smirked. "Please Judar-sama, lemme cummmm" you begged him.

Carelessly, he inserted his cock inside you, starting slowly, increasing the speed as the time passed. You couldn't focus at all, since your not experienced, you couldn't tell when Judar was close, he also decided to keep his mouth shut, creaming inside you with no warning. You arched your back as he came inside you. His name wouldn't stop falling off your lips.

Judar layed next to you, caressing your cheek. "Since it's your first time, I won't continue, but be ready because my stamina is unlimited, my dove~" "Oh shut up, we'll see about that" .

You two kept teasing eachother until you fell asleep with Judar resting his head on your chest.

This one is kinda bad....I didn't really felt in a good mood for writing but since I had an idea...I said why not? :)) cyaaa<3

[sunlight-phobia]

Guys that just-

MINORS STAY AWAY

Ruin you to tears and sweet aftercare.

Look at you with love in their eyes while watching you absolutely breathless.

“F-fuck- yes, yes there we go mm! Gonna, hell yea-“ voice drawn out while skin meets against skin swiftly with little room too get away.

You wouldn’t leave him. Not like this at all so lovely and like a ray of sun. While he’s the darkness keeping that light all for himself.

“Baby- oh baby don’t cry come on..”

Hands moving to wipe tears away from tearful hues.

“There we go there we are..mm don’t black out on me please baby..”

Just hold you tight and close while pulling out and dipping your positions. Skin against skin while larger hands rub against your back bringing your back into reality.

“I love you, my sweet flower..”

-Guzma (Pokémon) , Ren Kouen, Seishuu Ri (Magi), Uvogin, Phinks (HunterXHunter), Buddha, Shiva (Record of Ragnarok), Issac (Castlevania), Nanami (JJK) + your favorites

[takerfoxx]

All right, if ao3 is down, I'm posting this instead!

So, this are a couple of KyoSaya-themed scenes from that one Madoka Magica poly fic I've been working on, probably will not finish, and almost definitely will not post in its entirety, but here you go. Enjoy your Kyoko X Sayaka sexytimes!

Quick background note: whole team contracts and teams up early, nobody dies, and Hitomi finds out what's going on and joins the team as their healer.

Kyoko found Sayaka sitting all by herself at a train boarding station.

Sayaka was sitting slumped on the bench, head listlessly swaying this way and that. She was in a bad way; Kyoko could tell that immediately. True, Sayaka had been slowly deteriorating ever since her would-be boytoy had ducked both her and Hitomi by hooking up with some random third girl that Kyoko hadn’t even heard of, but this was bad even by those standards.

Truthfully, Kyoko had been mightily relieved when she had heard the news. It wasn’t even anyone any of them knew, but someone that the dude had met while in physical therapy at the hospital. Apparently, the chick had her legs broken when a stairwell had collapsed out from under her or some shit like that, and she and What’s-His-Name had gotten to talking while recuperating. Also apparently she had double the initiative of either Sayaka or Hitomi, as she had just straight up asked him out when they were both due to be released.

And Kyoko had rejoiced! Having her two boneheaded teammates pining for the same guy had been nothing short of insufferable. Hell, it wasn’t like she would be working with either of them by choice; Mami was the only reason she put up with them. Madoka was honestly okay, and Homura might be all sorts of creepy and weird, but she was Kyoko’s kind of creepy and weird. But Sayaka and Hitomi? Sayaka was a stubborn jackass who thought she knew better than the two-year veteran while Hitomi reminded Kyoko too much of the sort of spoiled rich girl that would turn her nose up at Kyoko back when she and her family were on the streets. Some had gone to Papa’s church. None had lifted a finger to help when things had gotten bad.

So yeah, she really didn’t start off liking them. So maybe if they were no longer obsessed with the same sack of meat, maybe they would be marginally less annoying. Kyoko couldn’t believe that Sayaka had wasted her wish on that guy.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t what had happened. Instead of getting over themselves and letting them concentrate on the battle ahead, they had only gotten all mopey and sulky, which was somehow even more annoying!

Or at least, Hitomi had. Sayaka…just seemed to crack, like something inside her had broken. She started to get more and more reckless during battles, ranting at length about a bunch of bullshit and just walking off without talking when the fight was over. And didn’t that just figure? She had held it together through selling her soul, fighting monsters, finding out the truth of the monsters, having to confess everything to her parents when they had unexpectedly dropped into some kind of dinner party, having her romantic rival suddenly join the team, and this was what got to her? Sheesh.

But to be truthful, there was another reason that Kyoko had been so happy when Violin-Boy had been taken off the board, and so upset when Sayaka had only gotten worse. It wasn’t one she was particularly thrilled about, it wasn’t one she would even admit out loud, but damn it, it was there, and it was growing. And it was the main reason she just couldn’t let Sayaka go be miserable alone.

Sighing, Kyoko walked up to her. “Hey,” she said. “This seat taken?”

Sayaka’s head almost imperceptivity moved toward her, and she gave the smallest of shrugs. Good enough.

Kyoko plopped down next to her. Popping the top off of the tube of chips she had brought, she tossed a couple into her mouth and started munching on the crunchy, salty goodness.

“You know, you got everyone all worked up,” she said after swallowing. “Pinkie’s worried sick about you. Honestly, isn’t she going through enough? And ol’ Mami’s working herself into a fit. Don’t you get how she’d feel if you did something nasty to yourself? It’s not like you’re the only one with troubles, you know.”

Another very slight shrug. “Sorry to be such a bother,” Sayaka muttered.

Kyoko glowered at her out of the corner of her eye. Then she slumped forward with a sigh. “Look, I know you’re upset about what happened with Captain Oblivious,” she said. “I mean, I still think it was a stupid wish, but hey, I ain’t nobody to throw stones. And if the guy I sold my soul for started dating some other chick he just met and didn’t even so much and say thank you for all the visits and the gifts? I’d feel pretty ripped off too! But-”

“It’s not just that,” Sayaka said, still speaking barely above a whisper.

“Eh?”

Sayaka let her head fall back, looking up at the night sky, shrouded as it was by the light pollution from the city. “I’ve made mistake after mistake after mistake. I let myself be trapped because I wanted to become a hero. I threw away my future just to live out some stupid fantasy of being someone important. And for what? Sure, I’ve saved some people, but they were only in danger because of Witches. I’m serving the same system that made them, and when I become a Witch, who will save people from me?”

Kyoko’s right hand started tightening. “Stop it,” she growled. “You’re not going to become a Witch. None of us are.”

Sayaka didn’t seem to have heard her. “You used to mock me, telling me that making such a selfless wish was so stupid. But you were wrong. I was being nothing but selfish. I thought I was doing a good thing, but the truth is I just wanted him to owe me. To be indebted to me. If I gave him back his passion, his music, then surely he would have no choice but to love me!” Her upper body curled up, shoulders bowing and arms wrapping around herself as tears dripped from her face. “But look at me! I’m not even human anymore! Just a p-puppet of…of meat. Meat and magic. I’m basically a zombie, a walking dead girl good for nothing but killing Witches.” A hoarse sob forced its way out of her throat. “It’s better that he found someone else. It’s better that he was saved from being with such a worthless, unlovable dead fool like me.”

Then there was a loud crunching sound.

It was Kyoko’s tube of chips. Kyoko’s hand had squeezed into an angry fist, crushing it. And that was enough to shock even Sayaka out of her stupor.

“Kyoko,” she said. “You wasted-”

Tossing the worthless tube aside, Kyoko straightened to her feet, planted herself in front of Sayaka, and seized the moping girl by the lapels of her sweater. “Shut up!” she snapped, shoving Sayaka back against the bench. “Do you even hear yourself talk? Where do you get off, talking down about yourself like that? After everything you’ve given up? After everything you’ve been through?”

Sayaka gawked at her, her mouth open and closing like a gasping fish. “Ky-Kyoko, I-”

“I am so sick of your stupid, self-hating bullshit! Don’t you dare call yourself worthless! Don’t you know how many people care about you, who’d have their hearts torn up if you were gone?”

“But-”

“What about Madoka? Don’t you care how she’s feeling right now? What about Mami? Hell, you still care about Hitomi, don’t you? She’s hurting too! Even Homura would probably be upset if you destroyed herself. She finally gets a timeline where everyone’s getting along and working together, but all of a sudden Little Miss Loathing has to go cock it all up! And that’s not even getting to me! You think I want to lose the girl I-”

A sudden, unexpected sob choked out the rest of Kyoko’s rant, before the damning confession could escape. Her hands still clutching at Sayaka’s clothes, Kyoko’s head fell forward, tears of rage, of grief, and of humiliation falling from her face to drop onto Sayaka’s skirt.

As for Sayaka herself, she was staring in shock at the furious girl holding onto her, a girl that she barely got along with, with whom she had been butting heads with almost as soon as they had first met. The two had nearly come to blows so many times in the past, whether it be from Kyoko’s constant needling or Sayaka’s pigheadedness. But now here they were, baring their souls to one another, both of them on the verge of tears, with Kyoko having let slip the most intimate of confessions.

“Kyoko,” Sayaka said. “D-Did you just…”

Kyoko’s breath came out as a slow hiss through her clenched teeth. “And don’t you f-f-fucking dare call yourself unlovable either. You’re a royal pain in the ass, but th-that don’t mean you’re unlovable. I don’t care how nice that other girl is, that violin bitch must be as stupid as you are if he never saw you in front of him this whole time.”

“What?” Sayaka breathed out.

Now Kyoko’s whole body was trembling. She slowly raised her head, her angry scarlet eyes wet with tears, the first tears she had shed since the day she had lost her family. “But I see you. I’ve seen you for a while. Are you going to say I’m wasting my time?”

And then she lunged forward, her mouth closing over Sayaka’s.

It was Kyoko’s first kiss, and she knew it was Sayaka’s as well. Neither of them really knew how to do it properly, and Sayaka was so surprised that she just sat there and didn’t react at all. But when Kyoko tasted the saltiness of the tears that had dripped past Sayaka’s lips, she didn’t care that she had no idea what she was doing. She just kissed her, desperate to convince this broken, beautiful, infuriating, inspiring, exhausting, and utterly maddening warrior that she was worth loving.

Then the kiss parted. Her heart thundering away in her chest, Kyoko drew back, suddenly terrified at what Sayaka’s response would be. Would she be angry? Disgusted? Or worse, was she going to pity Kyoko? Look down on her for exposing herself like that? It would be just like her, wouldn’t it?

But instead, Sayaka didn’t do any of those things. She just stared into Kyoko’s eyes, a faint blush on her cheeks. “You love me?” she whispered.

Swallowing, Kyoko wiped her mouth and looked away. “What do you think, genius?”

“For…For how long? I thought you hated me!”

Kyoko sighed. “For…I don’t know. I only really realized it after Homura dropped the bomb on us.” The lump in her throat was making it difficult to talk, but fuck it, she had gotten this far. “But tr-truthfully? I think…there was a reason…all your talk about him pissed me off so much.”

“You were jealous?”

“So what if I was?” Kyoko snapped. “It’s not like it would ever lead to anything! Hell, it probably still won’t! Your boy-crazy ass is probably all disgusted from me getting my girl-lips all over you, so what the hell am I even-”

“Kyoko,” Sayaka said flatly. “You’ve been in my room, right?”

“Huh? What are you accusing me of? I never snuck in or peeped on you or anything! Only time I’ve been in there was when me and Mami’s dropped your unconscious ass off after that one Dream Witch drugged you senseless!”

“Okay, but when you were there, did you by any chance notice that purple, blue, and pink flag on my dresser?”

Kyoko shrugged. “No. But what about it? So you like pretty flags. Big deal-Hey!”

Sayaka had suddenly pushed herself forward to lock her lips over Kyoko’s. The surly redhead felt herself seize up, as she was now the one taken by surprise. But she had always been fast to react, and let herself relax into the kiss, sinking down onto the bench to be closer to the girl kissing her.

Again, neither of them had a clue what they were doing, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was each other. The two of them ended up lying side-by-side across the bench, desperately kissing one another, clutching at each other with their hands, wanting to eke out as much contact as they could as their mouths moved together, their tongues hesitantly flitting out to take brief tastes.

All of the built-up tension and worry started to seep out of Kyoko’s muscles, and she felt herself relax against Sayaka. Still kissing her, she leaned forward, laying herself over the other girl. Sayaka’s hands came up to clasp themselves behind Kyoko’s back, holding her tight.

She was warm, so warm and soft. All of Sayaka’s self-pitying whining about being a dead girl now felt even more foolish. She was alive, gloriously alive, and Kyoko immersed herself in that life, drinking in the warmth of Sayaka’s breath, feeling the frantic pounding of her heartbeat against Kyoko’s own chest, savoring how Sayaka’s legs were squirming beneath Kyoko’s thighs, unconsciously shoving up between Kyoko’s thighs in a most agreeable manner. Kyoko gasped as Sayaka’s leg lurched up into her groin, and began grinding down in response, rubbing her denim-covered crotch down into that leg. And if Sayaka even noticed what Kyoko was doing, she didn’t so much as object.

It was good, almost too good to be true, which usually meant that it was. Suspicion began to break through the joy, love, and lust that fogged Kyoko’s brain, souring her good mood.

“Hey,” she said, pushing back and rising up a little. “This better not be a pity-kiss. You better not be settling for my scrappy ass just because you couldn’t get Mr. Prodigy back there.”

Sayaka rolled her eyes to the heavens. “Kyoko, listen to me,” she said, raising her hand to cup it against Kyoko’s cheek.

Kyoko felt her heart flutter. “I’m listening,” she said, covering the back of Sayaka’s hand with her own.

Sayaka leaned in toward her. “I see you too.”

“Oh, thank God,” Kyoko breathed, and then Sayaka pulled her back into the kiss.

…

A couple of years later…

When Sayaka woke up, she was very confused to find herself not in her bed, but sitting slouched but otherwise upright in a chair, and not in her pajamas, but fully clothed in her school uniform, missing only the shoes. Snorting, she shook her herself, yawned, and sleepily looked around, wondering where she was and why she had fallen asleep in such an uncomfortable position.

Then she saw her own bed, and realized that she was in her room. Then she saw who was in her bed, and she remembered what had happened, causing her heart to seize up.

Kyoko was lying prone and still on her bed, her head laid upon the pillow, the covers drawn up to her collarbone and her arms stretched straight out on top. Unlike the untidy spread of limbs and tangle of blankets and sheets that Kyoko normally fell asleep in, Kyoko was flat on her back and perfectly straight, looking like an illustration of Sleeping Beauty.

And given the deathlike sleep Sleeping Beauty had fallen into, that comparison was not without cause.

Sayaka had stayed up as long as she could, fretfully watching over her imperiled girlfriend, silently begging to the God that Kyoko had turned her back on to please spare her life. She couldn’t bear facing the future without her.

Kyoko had certainly been as pale as Sleeping Beauty when Sayaka had finally nodded off, her breathing so shallow that it was almost imperceptible. Sayaka had held a finger under Kyoko’s nostrils at various times just to confirm for herself that her girlfriend was even breathing at all. But to her utter relief, the color had returned to Kyoko’s cheeks, and she was now breathing visibly, her slight chest rising and falling beneath the covers.

And on the bedside table, her Soul Gem was right next to Sayaka’s, both of them shining bright and clear.

Sayaka almost wept in joy. Kyoko was okay! She was getting better! She was healing, and her Soul Gem was uncorrupted.

Then Kyoko’s face twitched. She let out a soft snort through her nose and mumbled, “Uh…”

A moment later Sayaka’s chair had been knocked over backward as she scrambled across the room to throw her arms around Kyoko’s shoulders, hugging Kyoko’s head to her chest. She did weep then, happy tears running down her face as she sank her fingers into Kyoko’s gloriously warm scarlet mane.

She was alive. She had made it.

But of course, Kyoko being Kyoko, she couldn’t let this heartfelt, emotional moment pass without saying or doing something to ruin it, so a moment later Sayaka heard her girlfriend’s muffled voice say from beneath her chest, “Um, Sayaka? Can’t say I don’t appreciate having my face pressed into your boobs, but I kinda have no idea what’s going on.”

Sayaka’s sobbing turned into giggles then. She really was all right. “Shush,” she said, stroking Kyoko’s hair. “Just let me enjoy this a little longer.”

“I mean, okay, more boobage for me, but I’d really like to know what the hell is-”

“Because in a few moments, I am going to be cross with you. And then I am going to start yelling at you. Loudly.”

“Aw, shit,” Kyoko groaned into Sayaka’s chest. “What’d I do?”

Sayaka didn’t answer. She just closed her eyes, listening as Kyoko breathed in and out, feeling her pulse thump away in her neck. A few scant hours ago she had been convinced that Kyoko was lost to her forever, but now Kyoko was whole and well again.

Sighing happily, Sayaka drew back, uncovering Kyoko’s utterly bewildered face. She bent down and kissed Kyoko sweetly on the lips.

Kyoko lips rose up to return the kiss, but the wariness didn’t leave her eyes. “Fuck,” she said as Sayaka stepped away. “I’m really in trouble, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” Sayaka said primly. Now that her relief and love had been seen to, all of her fear, worry, and frustration were bubbling back, churning together into a very volatile cocktail of piping hot anger. “You are.”

She retrieved her chair where it had fallen and moved it closer to the bed. Sitting down, she planted her hands on her knees and stared down at her confused lover.

“Kyoko,” Sayaka began. “Do you remember what happened last night?”

“Uh…not really? I remember we were at the arcade, and I was trying to beat your DDR score…”

“Yes, we were,” Sayaka confirmed. “And then what?”

“And…” Kyoko’s brow knitted together. “Okay, Homura called us, saying that a Witch had shown up. And…uh, okay. I think there were buzzsaws?”

“Very good! Yes, there were buzzsaws! And chainsaws. And meat hooks. Lots of blades. What happened next?”

“I…” Kyoko pressed a hand to her forehead as she struggled to recall those last few moments. “I remember teasing you, saying you were probably feeling a whole lot of…um…”

“Blade Envy,” Sayaka supplied for her.

“Right! And then…and then…”

Then Kyoko’s eyes widened, and her hand dropped to her side. “Oh.”

“Oh? Oh is right!” Sayaka leaned forward to more properly glower down at the sheepish Kyoko. “You started showing off! You started jumping from buzzsaw to buzzsaw, dancing around like it was a DDR pad! You were daring me to follow you, weren’t you? And when I told you to stop being stupid, you jabbed your spear into the middle of a buzzsaw and started pole-dancing!”

“I thought it was funny!”

“Funny? Oh, yeah, sure! It was downright hilarious! Never mind that there was another buzzsaw coming straight for you that I was screaming at you to look at! But what did you do? You winked at me and blew a raspberry!”

“I thought someone else would take care of it!”

“HOW?!” Sayaka all but shrieked. “I was tied up fighting the familiars, Mami and Homura were clear on the other side of the labyrinth, doing their jobs! Madoka was trying to batten down the Witch’s defenses, Hitomi isn’t an offensive fighter, and you were supposed to be covering my flank! Instead, you decided to goof off and got yourself nearly sliced in half!”

“Oh, yeah,” Kyoko said in a small voice. “I remember that now.”

“Oh, do you? I’m so glad! Because I remember it too! I remember your blood spraying all over my face! I remember screaming as your mangled body fell to the ground! I remember seeing the light go out from your eyes, Kyoko! I thought I had just watched you die, and I couldn’t do anything to…to…”

The tears were back. Clutching at her face with both hands, Sayaka hunched forward as she started sobbing again, the image of Kyoko’s bisected body branded into her mind.

Then she felt Kyoko’s warm hand lay itself on her knee.

“Sayaka, I-”

“Don’t touch me!” Sayaka swatted the hand away. “I’m still mad at you!”

Swallowing, Kyoko withdrew the hand. “Okay. Sayaka, I’m…I’m sorry.”

Sayaka’s weeping paused. Lowering her hands, she stared down at Kyoko in a mixture of anger and surprise. “You’re…sorry?”

As much as she loved Kyoko, the redheaded rascal had more than a few, shall we say, character flaws. One in particular that Sayaka found to be very infuriating was her apparent inability to apologize. Sure, Sayaka had more than enough stubborn pride of her own, but she at least had the good sense to own up to mistakes and say sorry every once in a while.

Which isn’t to say that Kyoko was incapable of showing remorse, it was just that she tended to show it through gestures instead of words, such as leaving small gifts or quietly doing favors. It had taken Sayaka some time to learn Kyoko’s unique love language, and things were much easier once she did, but even so, she would appreciate just having Kyoko say it for once.

But now she was.

“Yeah,” Kyoko sighed. “I’m sorry. I…” She seemed to be wrestling with the words, getting them out by force. “I screwed up. I’m sorry.”

Sayaka came very close to snapping about how Kyoko better be sorry, because after what she had put Sayaka through, it was going to take more than a simple apology to make up for it. But once she saw Kyoko’s face, she wisely bit that response back.

Kyoko looked more upset than Sayaka had ever seen her. True, Kyoko might not be on the level of Homura when it came to masking how she felt, but if she ever did show any sort of strong emotion then it usually was anger. It was very rare that she ever let herself become vulnerable enough to show anything close to grief or regret.

There had been flashes here and there, moments in which the mask had slipped, but a scant few times in which Kyoko had really opened herself up. One time had been at the ruined carcass of her father’s church, when she had confessed her sin to Sayaka in an attempt to get her to see her point of view. The other had been that night at the train station, when she had spilled her heart out to Sayaka.

Sayaka breathed out the remainder of her anger. “Well,” she mumbled. “Listen to me the next time I tell you to stop goofing off.”

“Was it…really that bad?”

Sayaka’s eyes narrowed. “I saw your intestines. What do you think?”

Kyoko gulped.

Shaking her head, Sayaka retrieved the thermos of water that sat next to Kyoko’s Soul Gem. Pulling out the stray that had been stuck through the lid, she extended it to Kyoko, letting her drink. “Here. Go slow. Hitomi said-Hey, I said go slow!”

Kyoko had already inhaled half the thermos and was swiftly sucking up the rest. “Sorry,” she rasped when she was done, a grand total of five seconds later. “My throat was really dry.”

“I bet it was,” Sayaka said as she set the empty thermos back down. “I don’t want to know how many fluids you lost.”

“How…Okay, I got cut in half? Ouch. But how did I survive?”

“Hitomi,” Sayaka said simply as she sat down again. “Madoka scored a lucky hit, and the Witch died. Everyone freaked out when we saw you, because you looked oh so very dead.” Sayaka then pointed to Kyoko’s Soul Gem. “But then Madoka noticed your Soul Gem darkening, and figured out that it was trying to heal you. So we stuck you back together the best we could, and Hitomi set to work keeping you alive.”

“Oh. Wow, she must’ve had her work cut out for her.”

“Yeah, it took up the Butcher Witch’s Grief Seed and two others we had in reserve, so that set us back.” Sayaka crossed her legs and sighed. “But it did the trick. Your body closed itself up, you didn’t turn into a Witch, and then you started breathing again. So we brought you here, and I’ve been keeping watch over you ever since.”

“Wow,” Kyoko said again. “I, uh, guess I owe Hitomi big time, huh?”

We both do, Sayaka thought. She resolved to make it up to her, though that would have to wait. “You owe all of us. But for now, how do you feel?”

“Um, okay. I guess.”

“You guess?”

Kyoko’s bare shoulders lifted in a shrug. “I mean, I’m not in agonizing pain or anything, so I guess I feel fine. Just…weirdly tired and wound up at the same time? Like, I feel fine, so I guess there’s nothing wrong. But I’m still kind of worn out and…sort of jazzed up? If that makes any sense.”

Shaking her head, Sayaka got up to pace around the room. Truth was, she felt very much the same, though for different reasons. “Well, that’s good to hear,” she mumbled. “And hey! If we can bring you back from that, I guess we’re pretty safe from dying. So there’s that.”

“Um, Sayaka?” Kyoko said.

Sayaka turned. “What?”

Kyoko was lifting up the covers and peering in beneath them. “I’m kinda naked. Why am I naked?”

“Seriously?” Sayaka growled. She started counting off points on her fingers. “First of all, we needed to see how bad the damage was, and check if there were any other injuries. Second of all, even after you got fixed up, you were still covered in blood. You think I’m going to put you to bed like that?”

“So, what, you guys just washed my near-carcass in the bathtub?”

“Yes,” Sayaka said flatly.

“Oh.” Kyoko blinked, and then she grinned. “Well, you finally got a look at the goods. What’ja think?”

Sayaka folded her arms. “I think I got more of a look than I ever wanted to see.”

“Right. Um, but still. I’m here. Naked in your bed. You maybe…wanna do something about it?”

Sayaka’s head was still swimming from being bombarded with so many powerful and conflicting emotions that it took her nearly twenty full seconds to comprehend what Kyoko was implying. When she did, she was hit with another one. “Kyoko,” she said, speaking slowly and softly. “Are you…implying what I think you’re implying?”

“I…kind of?” Kyoko shrugged. “Yes, I mean yes.”

Sayaka stared.

And then Kyoko sat up.

Sharp tingles erupted all over Sayaka’s body as her nude girlfriend struggled to lever herself upward, the blanket and sheet falling away from her fit, athletic body. It wasn’t as if Sayaka had never seen this much of her before, from that little black bikini Kyoko wore on beach trips that exposed practically all of her skin to seeing all of her the previous night. Heck, that hadn’t even been the first time Sayaka had seen her naked, as there had been a couple of team onsen trips where she gotten to see everyone without their clothes on, though she hadn’t been ready to be honest about her feelings then, and had done her best to banish any inappropriate thoughts.

But now she was fully committed to her attraction to girls, and to Kyoko especially. So many nights they had spent lying together on rooftops, needily making out while their hands had wandered over each other’s bodies, never really slipping in beneath their clothing, but still grabbing, caressing, squeezing, and groping what they could reach. And though they had yet to go all of the way, Sayaka had taken to pleasuring herself to the memory of those erotic trysts each night before going to sleep, touching her intimate areas while the ghost of Kyoko’s fingers ran over her skin and her warm tongue writhed its way into her mouth.

And now Kyoko was laid bare before her, sweat glistening over her smooth, flat belly, with just the barest hint of abs on her toned stomach. Her breasts were small, yes, but also pert and firm, each tipped with a rosy pink nipple, now hard as ice. Kyoko’s breath was slow and heavy, her captivating scarlet mane falling in disarray around her shoulders, hungry lust clouding her eyes. It gave her a wild, almost feral feel to her, and sweet Christ it was so hot!

Sayaka felt the wind sucked from her lungs at the sight, heat blossoming deep in her loins. “Kyoko,” she whispered. “Are you sure? This is…um, kind of a big-”

“Screw it,” Kyoko growled. She turned toward Sayaka, letting the covers slip even further from her thighs. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, but didn’t want to push. But I made a stupid mistake and almost died.” She extended a hand to her dumbstruck lover. “We weren’t supposed to live this long. Why not take it while we can?”

Sayaka’s head felt so light that she almost expected it to drift right off of her shoulders. She had fantasized about making love before; what girl hasn’t? But in her mind, it had been between her and Kyousuke, on their wedding night. A stupid daydream, but that was what she had expected. And even after, when that dream had been crushed and replaced with one with gleaming scarlet eyes and a cocky grin, she had been hesitant to think that far, as if letting her thoughts go there would cause the dream to break.

But Kyoko was right. None of them were promised tomorrow. Why not take what love and comfort they could while they can?

Feeling as if she were walking through a dream, Sayaka wordlessly headed for the bedroom door. Behind her, Kyoko let out a whine of protest, believing that she was leaving.

Instead, Sayaka turned the latch, locking the door. Kyoko shut up.

Then, moving with slow precision and needy anticipation, Sayaka approached the bed. Part of her wondered if she ought to put a little spice into her walk, sway her hips a bit, but it was taking all of her mental facilities just to keep moving.

She leaned in, letting Kyoko’s outstretched hand slide into the back of her neck and draw her to Kyoko’s lips. Sayaka’s mouth was open, tasting the life in Kyoko’s warm breath, and their mouths met. A low moan vibrated in the back of Sayaka’s throat as she pushed into the kiss, lips smacking, her tongue sliding over Kyoko’s teeth and dancing over the point of her fang.

She was so taken up in the sea of bliss that she almost didn’t notice the fingers closing around her wrist until they began to tug her arm forward, but when they pressed against a soft mound of flesh, she definitely took notice. Kyoko was pressing her hand into her bare breast, pushing it in so that her fingers sank in, the hard nub of her nipple sticking out between her forefinger and middle finger.

“Yours,” Kyoko murmured into Sayaka’s mouth. “Take it.”

Sayaka complied, squeezing the offered boob, kneading with her fingers. Then she brought her forefinger and thumb together, pinching Kyoko’s nipple, eliciting a shiver and a pleased moan from her girlfriend.

Well, that was going well, so Sayaka went for the other one, grabbing onto Kyoko’s other breast with her other hand and squeezing it as well. I’m playing with her boobs! she thought giddily as the soft, pliable flesh squished in her hands. I’m finally playing with her boobs! This is…This is…

“Shayuhuh,” Kyoko whined into Sayaka’s mouth. She drew back from the kiss, a trail of spittle still connecting them. “It’s not fair. You got all of me in your hands, but you still got all of that stuff on!”

If Sayaka’s heart was already racing in a fast, persistent percussion, now it was banging out a war tattoo. “Y-You’re right,” she said, backing away. “So, let’s, um, fix that.”

Now that the shock was giving way to excitement, Sayaka felt confident enough to make a show of it. As Kyoko hungrily watched, Sayaka undid the now very sloppily tied ribbon at the base of her throat and dropped it to the floor. Her hands then slid down the sides of her waist to seize the hem of her puffy-sleeved school sweater.

Sayaka took her time removing the sweater, pulled it up centimeter by centimeter. Though she was still wearing her high-necked blouse under it, she knew the slow unveiling of her body was probably delicious torture to Kyoko. Good. Serves her right.

“Sayaka, c’mon,” Kyoko complained as the sweater went over Sayaka’s head. “You’re doing that on purpose!”

“Hmmm,” Sayaka hummed as she gave the sweater a tug, letting her head pop free. She shook her shoulder-length blue hair out and combed it into place with her fingers. “Well, think of it as foreplay. A little something extra to give it some spice.”

“I’m already spicy! I’m drowning in spice here!”

Sayaka smirked, and then reached down to take the bottom button of her blouse between her fingers.

“Oh, come on!” Kyoko cried in frustration as Sayaka took her own sweet time undoing each button one-by-one, baring her stomach as slowly as possible. “Now you’re just being mean!”

“You really need to learn patience,” Sayaka said as the whole of her tummy was uncovered. She paused then, though not to tease Kyoko, but because she had reached the mounds of her breasts.

Come on, it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before!

Yeah, but it’s different this time!

You literally just squeezed her bare boobs. Don’t be a wimp.

Taking a deep breath, Sayaka undid the rest of the buttons. Kyoko’s ravenous eyes got even wider as Sayaka’s cleavage came into view, pressed together by the blue bra she was wearing.

Holding Kyoko’s gaze, Sayaka lifted the now-unbuttoned blouse from her shoulders and let it slip down her arms to join the sweater and ribbon on the floor. Now only clad in her bra from the waist up, she reached behind her for the clasp.

“Wait!” Kyoko cried, holding a palm out toward her.

Sayaka froze. “What? What’s wrong?”

“Let me do it! I wanna take it off!”

“What? I thought you were all impatient!”

Kyoko was positively bouncing up and down in eagerness. “I am! But you guys got to strip me, so it’s only fair!”

That…strictly wasn’t untrue, though the circumstances had been very different, and more than Kyoko’s clothes had been stripped off. But Sayaka had long learned that when Kyoko got like this, it was best to just indulge her. “Oh, all right,” she said with a long-suffering sigh. She leaned over the bed, presenting her breasts. “Go for it.”

Her eyes fixated on the titillating slit of Sayaka’s cleavage, Kyoko reached up with shaking hands toward the clasp. Sayaka shivered as those slim fingers brushed the bare skin of her back, but didn’t pull away. She waited.

“Um,” she said after a bit. “Everything okay?”

Kyoko’s hands were clearly struggling, and the hazy lust on her face was darkening into irritation. “I can’t get it loose! This thing is impossible!”

“What? Oh, for Heaven’s sake, it’s not the Gordian Knot! You just give it a push!”

“The what knot? And this thing is-”

Kyoko finally got it, and Sayaka felt the clasp become undone. The shoulder-straps slid down her arms as the rest of her breasts breathed freely.

“Oh,” Kyoko breathed as Sayaka slid the bra fully off of her arms and tossed it aside. “Hello.”

Curiously, now that she was topless, Sayaka was actually feeling more confident. There was something about how hungrily Kyoko was staring at her that made her feel good inside. Someone wanted her, and badly.

Growing up, Sayaka had never really been overly concerned about her looks, but being on a team with absolute stunners like Mami, Homura, and Hitomi had started to make her feet just a little self-conscious about her more boyish looks. Even Madoka’s cute femininity and Kyoko’s swaggering confidence had won them a fair number of admirers. And Kyousuke never so much as even considering her hadn’t exactly helped. Sure, becoming girlfriends with Kyoko had been great for her confidence, but that small, nagging voice at the back of her mind had kept insisting that it was only natural for two young people caught together in the same harrowing scenario to develop feelings for one another. It didn’t mean she was actually attractive, much less sexy.

But now Kyoko was staring transfixed at her body, absolutely smoldering with naked lust. And say what you will about Kyoko and her lack of tact, but she didn’t waste time with pretenses. If she looked like she wanted something, then she absolutely wanted something. And right now, she clearly wanted Sayaka.

“Not bad, huh?” she said as she straightened up. Her hands cupped her breasts on either side, squeezing them together and jiggling them up and down.

Kyoko beckoned anxiously with her hands. “C’mon! Gimme!”

Sometimes Sayaka found Kyoko’s childlike greediness aggravating. This was not one of those times. She leaned in, expecting to feel Kyoko’s groping hands all over her chest.

Instead, Kyoko seized one breast and pulled it right to her mouth. Her lips closed over one fat nipple and started sucking, while her warm tongue ran over the fleshy lump, needling and prodding it while slicking it with her saliva. Her teeth brushed over the areola, pressing it hard enough to leave marks.

“Oh,” Sayaka said in surprise. Then her eyelids fluttered. “Oh.” She leaned in closer, giving Kyoko’s mouth more access. “I, uh, guess all those sweets…mmm…you eat…are paying off?”

Though her mouth was entirely taken up by Sayaka’s breast, Kyoko’s eyes twinkled devilishly up at her. Her hand came up to squeeze the other breast, groping it as Sayaka had hers.

Moving carefully so as to not dislodge Kyoko’s mouth, Sayaka got up onto the bed and knelt down next to Kyoko. She wrapped her arms around her greedy girlfriend’s head and pressed her into her bosom, pulling back only when Kyoko switched breasts, marking the other with her teeth and tongue.

Sayaka was so taken by the attention being paid to her breasts that she almost didn’t notice the hands laying themselves on her waist. However, when those hands caressed their way down to her hips, she noticed. When those hands unfastened the waistline of her plaid skirt, letting it slide right off of her rump to land on the crumpled bedcovers, she noticed.

And when Kyoko hooked her fingers into the waistline of Sayaka’s panties and gave them a push, she really noticed.

Sayaka slowly breathed out as her panties were drawn over her ass and down her thighs, but she remained still, letting Kyoko continue to undress her. She only moved when the panties reached her knees, and that was to shift her legs around and reach down with one hand to pull them full off of her legs.

Now wearing nothing but her dark blue calf-high stockings, Sayaka sat back on her haunches, Kyoko’s saliva still coating her breasts. Kyoko did the same, pushing the covers fully away and sitting up on her knees, letting Sayaka see her fully.

Sayaka already found Kyoko to be stunningly hot in a wild, untamed sort of way, and on more than one occasion had found her eyes wandering to those short shorts she always wore when out of uniform, or taking the time to admire the ripple of her lean muscles as she fought, or the bright gleam in her eyes. But now that savage beauty was laid bare before her, from the pertness of her breasts to the trimness of her figure, and finally down to her special, secret place, those long, thin lips, a healthy color of pink and unblemished by a single hair, the crevice running up the middle crowned by the little pink pearl of her clitoris. Already that area was faintly glistening with moisture.

Oh God, Sayaka wanted her. She wanted her so badly, to feel her writhe and moan beneath her, to take those perky breasts into her hands and mark them with her teeth, like Kyoko had marked her own. To bring Kyoko’s thighs to her mouth and see what her nectar tasted like. To sink her fingers into that perfect ass so hard that it would leave bruises.

Normally Kyoko might have something funny to say at being ogled so openly, but fortunately she was just as awestruck by the sight of Sayaka’s naked body as Sayaka was with hers. The drool trickling down the side of her mouth wasn’t all from kissing Sayaka’s breasts.

“So, uh, here it is!” Sayaka said, spreading her arms out. “Pretty good, hey?”

“Hubba-Bubba,” was all Kyoko could say. Taking that as a good sign, Sayaka crossed one arm under her breasts and pushed up. Kyoko’s enamored grin grew wider. 

“All right, Wildcat,” Sayaka said, using the nickname she had developed for Kyoko in their more intimate moments. “Come here-Eep!”

She had not expected her directions to be followed so suddenly. Kyoko pounced, seizing Sayaka by the shoulders and wrestling her down to the bed. Sayaka’s back hit the mattress and she found herself staring up into Kyoko’s crimson gaze.

And then Kyoko was at it again, attacking Sayaka’s body with a flurry of kisses, licks, and nips. Despite her earlier desire, Sayaka found herself the one who was writhing and moaning under her girlfriend’s ministrations, from the way Kyoko ran her tongue up and down Sayaka’s neck to how her breasts were again mercilessly teased and played with. Hot lips met quivering flesh, sharp fangs scraped pink lines, and a wet tongue tasted every bit that it could.

Whimpering, Sayaka felt completely helpless against the wave of sensations as Kyoko kissed her way down through the valley between her breasts and over the taut skin of her rippling belly. Those whimpers grew to a strangled groan as Kyoko’s tongue swirled around her navel, filling the spot where her Soul Gem was displayed during battle. Fingers clawed at the bedcovers and her back arched, thrusting her midriff into Kyoko’s face.

And then the warm wetness left Sayaka’s bellybutton. Her body tensed up, the muscles of her loins tightening as her eager pussy quivered with hot anticipation. Here it came, here it came…

It didn’t come, and neither did she.

After about five seconds of nothing, Sayaka blinked her eyes in confusion, and then craned her neck to see. Kyoko was on her hands and knees between Sayaka’s spread legs, staring down at her exposed sex. In contrast to the thin, bald lips of Kyoko, Sayaka’s was rounder, puffier, and covered with a light dusting of pale blue fuzz. Part of her suddenly wondered if she should start shaving. Maybe Kyoko would find that more appealing.

However, Kyoko didn’t seem at all put off. Rather, the ravenous look in her eyes was as strong as ever, as was the blush in her cheeks. So why was she hesitating?

“Uh, Kyoko?” Sayaka said.

Kyoko looked up at her. “Uh, so…would this be a bad time to admit I have no idea what to do here?”

Sayaka gawked at her. Then she snorted. “Seriously?”

“Well, excuse me for never taking the time out of my busy schedule of hunting Witches and staying alive to learn how to eat pussy! Maybe they teach it to you in that fancy school of yours, but I really doubt it!”

“Kyoko,” Sayaka groaned in exasperation. “We already know you know how to use that tongue of yours. How is this any different?”

“Well…”

“Oh, forget this.” Sayaka reached down to seize Kyoko by the sides of her head and shoved her face down into the waiting crotch. “You can eat anything! Now get to…OH!”

Sayaka was correct. With just a little encouragement, the natural skill of Kyoko’s tongue took hold, and she soon was lapping at Sayaka’s cunt with great enthusiasm, from how it circled around the edges of the raised mound to how it ran up and down the quivering slit down the middle. Sayaka found herself whimpering again as Kyoko found the little bead of her clit, pushing it up and out with the tip of her tongue to suckle on it.

Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through Sayaka’s body, and she was helpless against the rising tide. She writhed, she squirmed, and she had to bite down on her own tongue to keep from squealing out loud, waking the rest of the girls. Being pleasured by someone she loved was so, so much better than relying on her fingers. The first time she had masturbated had been a life-changing moment, as scary as it had been exciting. But this? This was a revelation!

Was that why they called it making love? Because now the expression made perfect sense! That was what they were doing: making love.

And then Kyoko laid her fingers against her tingling folds and pushed outward, spreading her wide. The inside of Sayaka’s sex opened to her, as eager to receive as Kyoko was to give.

And Kyoko gave, as well as took. Her lips pressed against that opening, tenderly kissing as her tongue wormed its way inside, filling Sayaka with her hunger. Now Sayaka was positively thrashing, the back of her head banging against the top of the bed. She didn’t care. The tide was continuing to rise, lifting her higher and higher, and she could do nothing but wait for the building tidal wave to crest and break.

And then it broke, and she broke along with it, riding the pleasure all the way down. She cried out from the deepest parts of her throat, tears streaming from her eyes while her mind dissolved into seafoam. Her hips bucked, her stomach clenched, and she could do nothing but let the wave wash all over her.

Maybe it was the stress, the fear, the lack of sleep, or even the relief, but it was so, so much better than any orgasm she had ever brought herself to. It was like there had been some kind of valve holding all of her building tension back, and when she came, that valve burst, causing all of those negative feelings to come pouring out of her and letting blissful joy to flood in to replace them. Her eyes welled up with tears, though if it were from joy or pain, not even she could tell.

Time ceased to have meaning as she lay there on that beach of bliss, content to bathe in the afterglow of the strongest orgasm she had ever felt in her entire life. She breathed in, and she breathed out. In and out. In and out. All the energy had been sapped from her body, all the power drained from her mind.

She might have fallen asleep like that, but then she was jostled back to wakefulness as warm, naked flesh laid itself against her. Her face twitched, and she blinked her eyes to stare blearily.

Kyoko had crawled over to cuddle up to her, one leg thrown over Sayaka’s waist, her petite breasts pressing into her side. Smiling smugly, Kyoko ran her finger in a small circle around Sayaka’s right nipple.

“Gotta say, you taste pretty damn good,” Kyoko purred, leaning in to peck the side of Sayaka’s mouth. “And I really liked watching you squirm, all helpless and shit. It’s a good look for you.”

Sayaka reflexively turned her lips toward the kiss, but when Kyoko’s mouth withdrew, she caught the taste of something sour left behind. She frowned. “Did…Did you just make me taste myself?”

“Yeah. Nice, isn’t it?”

Shaking her head in an attempt to clear it from its post-orgasmic trance, Sayaka lifted her neck to glower properly at her infuriatingly smug lover. “And what was that you just said about liking me all helpless?”

“Well, I do,” Kyoko retorted. “And from the sound of things, you liked it too.”

“Ah,” Sayaka said, nodding. “It’s like that then.”

Though Kyoko had been deliberately needling a reaction out of Sayaka, she still wasn’t prepared for when Sayaka shoved her fully off the bed, only to scoop her right out of the air into a bridal carry as she came to her feet.

“Hey, what?” Kyoko yelped as she tried to squirm her way out of Sayaka’s arms. “What gives? What’re you doing?”

Normally Kyoko was the stronger of the two, but her recent fight for her life had drained a lot of that strength, so Sayaka had no trouble keeping her hold.

“Your turn,” she said, reaching down with one hand to finally give Kyoko’s bare rump a squeeze. If someone were to provide her with a list of all of her girlfriend’s generous assets and make her choose her favorite, Sayaka would first put on a show of acting offended at being made to participate with something so immature and objectifying.

But then she would choose Kyoko’s delectable bubble-butt, of which the redhead was rightly proud.

“You know, you’re getting a little too cheeky for someone who’s supposed to be making things up to me,” Sayaka chided, giving the plump, round cheek in her hand a squish for emphasis. She then let her thumb slide over in between Kyoko’s legs to run down the redhead’s damp slit.

The effect was immediate. Kyoko’s whole body went taut, her head thrown back while the irises of her eyes constricted tight. An absolutely adorable squeak popped out of her throat.

Sayaka’s brow rose, and she pressed her thumb down further into the puffy flesh. “Oh, now what was that cute little noise?” she said as she continued to stroke Kyoko’s pussy. “So you do have a girly side!”

“I-Idiot,” Kyoko hissed. “I am a girl!”

“I can see! And feel.” The little bud of Kyoko’s clitoris was rising up against the pad of her thumb. “Now,” Sayaka said with a savage grin. “Let’s see how girly I can make you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Kyoko demanded. “Are you-”

Sayaka suddenly hoisted Kyoko into the air, turning her around so that she was holding her up by the hips.

“-whoa!”

Still holding her girlfriend aloft, Sayaka marched her right up to the wall and shoved her back up against its surface, bringing Kyoko’s pussy up to her eye level.

“So. Damned. Cute!” Sayaka murmured, bringing her face in close to those slick lips, making sure Kyoko felt her breath’s warmth.

And then she began to feed.

Kyoko’s cute little squeaks rose to an outright shriek as Sayaka hungrily went to work, kissing, nipping, and licking at the puffy flesh. She tried to mimic what Kyoko had done to her, but it was hard to recall exactly what Kyoko had done, so she didn’t even try. She just went with whatever felt right, using Kyoko’s pleased sounds and the way her body twitched to guide her.

The taste wasn’t bad, actually. A little sweet. It figured, given Kyoko’s sweet tooth. And the more Sayaka lapped at her, the better the taste got. Just the experience of eating Kyoko out was intoxicating! She loved everything about it, from how soft Kyoko’s flesh was beneath her tongue to how her girlfriend squirmed around in her arms. The more Sayaka worked, the less she cared about doing it right. She was hungry, and Kyoko just tasted so good!

But apparently she was doing it right. Kyoko screamed out one last time as her hips jerked into Sayaka’s mouth. The taste grew stronger.

Kyoko slumped into Sayaka’s arms, her back still pressed up against the wall. The two locked eyes, just long enough to see the love in the other’s gaze, before Sayaka pulled her into one last kiss. Their lips were still smeared with each other’s juices, but neither cared. It just added a little extra spice.

This is…This really happened, Sayaka deliriously thought as their lips smacked and tongues danced. Kyoko was digging one hand into Sayaka’s breast while Sayaka had grabbed a big handful of Kyoko’s ass. We really made love. I thought she was dead, but we’re making love. I never thought things could be-

And then there was a sharp knock at the door.

“Sayaka, are you okay?” Mami called frantically from the other side. “We heard screaming and it woke us up! What’s wrong?”

The doorknob jiggled. “It’s locked!” Hitomi said.

“Stand aside,” Homura told them. “I’ll break down the door.”

Sayaka and Kyoko stared at each other in horror. Then Sayaka turned to yell, “Uh, no! Don’t break my door! Everything’s fine! Sorry!”

“What’s wrong, Sayaka?” Madoka said from the other side. “It sounded like Kyoko! Is she okay? Is she awake?”

“Uh, yes!” Kyoko said, her voice cracking. “I am! I’m okay, no need to worry, thanks for putting me back together!” A pause. “Uh, I’m really sorry about being an idiot back there, I promise I’ll take battles more serious in the future, but I’m fine now, I’m good, thank you!” Another pause. “So, how are you?”

“Kyoko?” Mami said, now sounding concerned. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes!” Kyoko squeaked. “Absolutely dandy! Sorry about waking you, Sayaka here was just really…relieved to see me okay! But she was really mad at me, so I’ve been, uh, making out to her…I mean making it up to her!”

Sayaka buried her face in her palm with a groan. The two of them were just so bad at this.

“Kyoko, your guts were hanging out!” Hitomi said.

“Yup! That sucked! My bad! I hear I owe yah big there, Green! I’ll find a way to pay you back, I swear, but thanks for saving my bacon, please do not come in right now.”

“Kyoko Sakura, what exactly is going on in there?” Homura demanded. “Because if I have to reset this timeline because of your foolishness-”

“Oh, hell no!” Kyoko exclaimed. She shoved Sayaka aside to march toward the door. “I swear to God, if you reset and take this away from me, I will follow you back in time and team up with the other me to kick your emo ass!”

“Kyoko, do not open that door!” Sayaka said, grabbing Kyoko’s arm in alarm.

“Okay, but seriously!” Mami said in exasperation. “What is going on in there? Why do you two sound so-Huh? Madoka? What do you…Okay, what?”

Then there came a hushed conversation from the other side of the door. Sayaka sighed. Apparently Madoka had put two and two together, and was now hurriedly trying to explain things.

“Oh,” Mami said, her voice rising in surprise. “Oh! Well, um, all right then! I guess if you say that you’re okay, then there’s no need for the rest of us to bother you!”

Sayaka could hear the barely constrained laughter in Mami’s voice. She wanted to die.

“Um, yes!” Hitomi said, also on the verge of cracking. “Well! Glad…you’re okay, Kyoko! And…you two seem to be doing well, so we’re going…”

“Oh, of all the foolish…” Homura began to seethe.

“Out! Out!” Madoka snapped. “Everyone, away from the door. Leave them alone, now!”

Then there came a clamor as several pairs of feet scampered away all at once, combined with quite a lot of snickering, giggling, and griping. The noise faded as they all headed back downstairs.

And then Sayaka heard most of them burst into laughter from the living room. Great. Great.

“Well,” Kyoko remarked, filling the awkward silence. “That happened.”

Sayaka sighed. “Yup. They’re never letting us live that down.”

“Eh,” Kyoko said with a shrug. “Let ‘em. We’re getting laid and they’re not. If anything, they should be jealous.”

Sayaka could see her point, but even so, it was going to be very difficult to face the others when they finally emerged.

“So, uh,” Kyoko said, turning back toward Sayaka. “What should…we do now?”

Sayaka slowly exhaled. “Well, I guess we could go back to bed. I barely slept last night, and you definitely need rest.”

“Uh-huh, yeah, good idea,” Kyoko said, nodding. “Buuuuut, since they already know what we’re up to, how’s about we go back to fucking each other until we pass out?”

Sayaka’s face turned bright red. “Kyoko! Language!”

“What?” Kyoko said, her tone sour. “Oh, come on! We just had sex for the first time, I almost died, we all sold our souls to space aliens. If that doesn’t give me a pass to use whatever fucking words I want, then I don’t know what does!”

“That’s not the point! There’s still no excuse for…”

Sayaka found her voice trailing off. What was she doing?

“Sayaka?” Kyoko cocked her head inquisitively to one side, her unbound hair spilling down her naked side. “What’s up?”

Sighing, Sayaka extended an arm toward her. “Forget it. You’re right. And honestly, that idea sounds fantastic. Let’s fuck.”

“Good,” Kyoko purred. She took Sayaka by the hand and led her back to the bed. “Now, seeing how we don’t have to worry about waking anybody up, I’m gonna see how loudly I can make you scream.”

[mariesid]

I have all day

Sinbad

Warning: mdni, 18+, rope bunny, brat taiming, oral f receiving, begging

You tried your best not to give in. It had been at least an hour of Sinbad's teasing. "Not giving in huh," Sinbad cued. You needed his attention all week and he chose to ignore you. You decided to pour out his favorite booze in front of him. Obviously he wasn't a fan but he deserved it. He decided to strip then tie you to his bed and have his fun with you. Of course you tried fighting him off but he overpowered you. Your legs were spread so he could see every inch of your messy folds. Sinbad had started by leaving hickies down your neck, on your perky breasts, your hips and on the most sensitive part of your thighs. You hated that your cunt gave you away. He was enjoying every minute of watching your body twitch uncontrollably. You didn't even look at him. "Not going to answer me?" His finger gently pinched your hardened nipple. You tried closing your legs knowing it wouldn't work. "I think I know what you need," he scooped up your chin. He kissed you, gently before bitting on your lower lip. You couldn't take much more as a whimper slipped out. His head tilted licking your lips. You opened your mouth slightly but that's all he needed. He tasted of rum as his tongue did small circles around yours. A moan escaped as he parted. You wanted him so bad but you weren't ready to give in. You tried glaring at him. "I have all day," he wiggled his finger against your clit gently. Your head shot back as you squirmed under his touch. Your core was on fire. He stripped down to nothing, you wanted so bad to feel his six pack on you. "Please," you begged. You couldn't take it anymore. "Please, please." His smile was so beautiful, "what do you want? Hmmm?" You felt your breath being taken away. You knew what you wanted but why was it so hard for you to tell him? He teasingly licked up your folds, sending shock waves straight to your core. "I . . . I need relief, please." He smiled before dropping his face to your folds again. You felt his mouth latch onto you and lick mercilessly. You didn't know what came first, your scream or your body shaking. The noises coming from you sounded like an animals as his nose rubbed against your clit. He was going to eat every last drop of you. You weren't complaining. You felt your not form as Sinbad swirled his tongue. You were so close. He inserted a finger while licking your clit. That's all it took. The breath was once again knocked out of you as your knot snapped. Your body shook violently while you rode out your orgasm.

[babymagi]

Sharrkan: Oh no, no more reading before bed, I hate waking up to you gasping dramatically every thirty seconds

Yamraiha: Well I'm SORRY that I engage and connect deeply with literature 🙄

[kueren]

A serenade of solace

read on ao3 madokaxhomura

chapter 1

a girl I used to know

“You are the centre of karmic destiny for many timelines, so no matter how enormous your wish; it will most definitely come true”

“

 Kyubey’s eyes were soulless and empty as they proposed the single most important question to Madoka in a tone all too calmly for the situation at hand. In this wasteland of nothing Madoka stood as a monument. In the deepest depth of the storm she stood as a calm, quaint little circle. A lifeboat in an ocean of dark. She didn't notice her silence till she felt a warm breath on her leg, Homura. She looked down at her. She was bloody and battered from her attempts to protect her. She wanted to hug her, she wanted to tell her it was all going to be ok, but she knew that would be a cruel tease. she looked at the girl who went through hell for her, who suffered in a desperate silence to save her. 

The one who she loved.

“You're sure it will?” Madoka turned her head back to the soulless creature. “Of course” Kyubey responded all too cheerily. Madoka’s mind was the closest thing to clear it ever could be right now. She would not let them win, she would not let magical girls continue to suffer and she would not let Homura’s years spent go to waste. She would not let Homura go to waste.

“Madoka Kaname. What is the wish you would trade your soul for?”

“I wish” her heart was pounding faster than ever before, her mind running a million miles a minute .“For a new world. One that i am the god of, one that i can care for and keep out of harm's way”

And just like that.

The new world was born

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Winter's cold embrace clung to her bare exposed skin like a lover she lost long ago, a death she never mourned, a life she never took. The sharp rays of sun let themselves in through her half open binds and willed her out from the desperate place of comfort that was her bed, like a soon to be butterfly gently sleeping in its cocoon only to be torn out with its wings discoloured and fragile. Homura Akemi was a person. Homura Akemi lived, breathed and writhed under the white hot stare of the sun. she understood this, in a sense. She understood she could laugh, cry and no one would suspect anything about her. She perfected the art of normality years before she could tie her own shoes. Yet as the unforgiving march of time held her by the hand and dragged her forward like a stubborn child it became all the more clear she was different.

In a strange way it was comforting, in her youth she cried and pleaded to whatever god was in the sky to tell her why she was like this. Eventually she came to understand what was so wrong with her. 

“Love”

She muttered out to the emptiness of the room, somewhere deep down she expected an answer, like someone in her empty apartment would say something back. It felt right to think that. it felt right to know the phrase “love” would be repeated back at her like some kind of cruel promise. She closed her eyes again desperate for any ounce of sleep she could squeeze out of the day, lord knows no amount of caffeine could make this day anymore bearable than th-

BEEP BEEP BEEP

The quiet in the room was shattered by the offensive sound, the peace she so desperately craved taunted in front of her like a ripe and juicy stake to a starved animal.

The day had started and Homura was powerless to stop it. If only she had some kind of ability to turn back time, she thought as he hoisted herself out from the comforting warmth of the covers. If there were any constants in her life she could consider a positive, the promise of warm succouring sleep to hold her after a long day was definitely one of them. She put an end to the loud beeping coming from her alarm.

Quiet.

She sat alone with her mind once again, a lavish feast of her own malice laid out before her ready to blight her tongue with the taste of repulsion, but to the dismay of said mind she pushed in her chair and her feet met the cold floor. She grimaced, her apartment almost felt akin to the arctic by this point. Clothes and dishes crowded each surface visible to the eye, she looked down at her phone just now noticing her phone being bombarded by Sayaka

Crap. She rubbed the brutal knots from her neck and sighed blankly into the empty room. She put her phone back on the table paying Sayaka’s messages no mind and pulled some relatively clean clothes off the floor. With the mess of her mind constantly clawing at her, she hadn't the energy to pay any mind to the disarray she left her apartment in, this place was a means to an end she slept here and that's about it. Being alone was not something Homura particularly liked, not that she necessarily enjoyed company either; but her thoughts were louder when there wasn't someone talking her ear off constantly. 

She thought that might be the reason she gravitated toward Sayaka the way she did. She always did such a good job on not letting her have even a moment to think when they were together, but then again Sayaka had always been a constant; one she could consider positive, so she supposed that made two. In all honesty she's not even sure how her and Sayaka became friends but it felt like they always had been, the same could be said for Mami and Kyouko like they were a web all strewn together. Though she wondered what spider could be behind it. Lately it had just been Sayaka and her, Mami was older and out of college, working at a daycare centre. Mami always loved children, the way their eyes were big and bright, the way they beamed up at her like she was the most interesting person in the whole world after she'd simply told them about her day. She loved inspiring them and telling them they could be anything they wanted, so innocent and full of potential Mami always said. and Kyouko's father ran a small church downtown that had been getting alot more business lately. she found comfort in helping him, Kyouko had always been especially close with her father. 

There were times Homura was somewhat jealous of her friends the way their speech turned fervent whenever they talked about whatever silly little thing they were interested in at the moment. it almost felt like they were in an entirely different world than her, like they were blissfully unaware of the horrors lying under the surface. It's not like she’d seen them, it's like she was aware something was off, something was wrong but she didn't know what. like an uneasy feeling in the air, like peeling back the skin on a banana only to be met with the mocking smell of rot inside, but upon closer inspection there isn't a spot to be seen. Is it ok to eat? If she does, will it reach her stomach? Will the mold seep inside of her and rot her from the inside out?

Ignorance is bliss, oh how she wishes she was ignorant

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The streets were busy and bustling with people all on their own little journeys, she’d slept in way later than usual. Sure Sayaka would kill her if she made her sit in this lecture alone any longer, her feet also moved faster than usual to compensate for her sleeping in. Sometimes when she was walking she’d look at people on the streets and think about the kind of people they were. She often wondered what thinking, her mind never dared to be without the constant stimulation of thoughts that could only be classified as strange.

She wondered if others were like this, she wondered if their minds led them down brightly lustered rabbit holes of their own depraved thoughts, she wondered if they too looked at her and wondered the same. But as she looked in their eyes, all she saw was an empty void waiting for anything to happen. Maybe she was the same way, maybe when people saw her they saw the lifeless little doll she saw in others. Or maybe others weren't like this at all, maybe she had been looking in a dirty mirror and accepting it as reality and never dared facing her own reflection.  She pulled her phone out of her pocket after her thoughts were interrupted my it’s incessant buzzing, the culprit was exactly as she expected, Sayaka

She pushed her phone deeper into her pocket as she pushed open the large wooden doors of the university, she rushed toward the class she was already thirty minutes late for desperately hoping Sayaka wouldn’t be cruel enough to deprive her of the notes. The stairs were long and winding, if Homura had one constant in her life she would consider a negative, this would be one of them.

“Homura!” Sayaka said in a hushed tone as Homura rushed to sit beside her, “what did I miss?”

Homura huffed out, still winded from the stairs.

“If I’m being completely honest he’s been rambling about his trip to Spain for like twenty minutes already”

She could see the bored look in Sayaka's eyes. “Other than that he seems ok ” “good” Homura replied “I’d drop out if we got someone like Miss Saotome again I don’t think I could make it through another semester” Sayaka giggled out.

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“So wanna grab some lunch before our next class?” Sayaka said as she excitedly packed her things away into the messenger bag she carried everywhere. “I've been dying of hunger this entire lecture, come on we have the time” “sure i don't mind, as long as you don't drag me somewhere weird like last time.” Homura smiled slyly as she replied, “that was one time!”

She had to admit Sayaka did always have a special little talent for finding the hidden gems of restaurants, even if they did seem a little hole in the wall like at times. “Can you watch my stuff while I go to the bathroom? I need to pee so bad.” Sayaka blurted out and rushed off before Homura could even say yes. The lighting was dim, not for aesthetic purposes she assumed as the culprit seemed to be the smashed light bulbs just barely hanging from the ceiling. Even after she was given a menu she could barely read it.

After a couple of minutes she realised she’d been given a children's menu by accident, after feeling only a little insulted she looked up to see if there was any staff in sight. None, of course, were and out of any options she decided to just go looking. Surely there had to be someone around. 

“Ah!” Homura heard the women blurt out as they bumped into each other as she rounded the corner. Homura held her head after she’d been knocked over and her dizzy eyes couldn't really concentrate on anything as the woman held out her hand to help her up. “I'm so sorry! It's so dark in here I could barely see you” that voice felt all too familiar, but Homura chalked it up to her spinning head. “It’s fine, really,” Homura said, finally looking up.

Her eyes were the first thing Homura noticed. They were bright, a little too bright but not so much as they put Homura off but more so enticed her in. Her hair was a bright pink pulled into two pigtails with frilly little strings holding them up, and she was so… pretty? 

No pretty couldn't describe it. She was radiant, she was almost ethereal in a sense, this setting felt wrong for someone like her. She looked like she should be sitting atop a cloud or walking in a rose garden. And through all of it there was a cruel sense of familiarity.

“Um hello?” the woman replied as she cocked her head to the side and giggled.

Crap, she’d been so drawn in by this girl she didn't notice her staring was growing more and more weirdly prolonged by the second. ‘Uh, sorry. Gosh I've uh.” Why couldn't she get her words out? Why was she shaking so much, why did this random girl have such an affect on her? “I've just barely slept haha thats… all.” sure she was pretty but Homura had talked to girls who were pretty before, well not girls she thought were pretty. She could understand on a fundamental level when a girl was attractive but she'd never quite felt attracted to them. 

But this was more than a pretty girl, this was something she couldn't put into words. This was.

“Are you ok?” she said 

God her voice was soft, like cotton or a fluffy cat, how should she respond? Yes she was fine, she was having a mental crisis over a girl she bumped into at a coffee shop but sure she was great.

“Yeah umm about that… i have to go”

She practically booked it out of there, god that was awkward. What the hell even was that? Why was she acting so weird? Who tells random strangers how sleep deprived they are? Her head hurt and she couldn't understand why and trying to understand why was making it hurt even more, why was she acting like this.

Who was that girl?

[lolipop-gut-love]

★𝘐𝘮 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭.ᐟ⋆⭒˚.⋆🎀

Haha jk… unless…

Hai there! I’m sorta new to tumblr (≧∇≦)

My names Luan, but u can call me Lu or Kit, idrc lolololz ~

I write fanfics! I also write my own stories about my ocs!

I write about a lot of things, plus I might share som art I’ve been working on (no hate tho I’m still sorta a beginner)

Things about me ~ 🎀🦴

-Filipino-American

-In a lot of fandoms

-I make art and fanfics

-I’m transmasc

-Big nerd lolz

-Anti-Ai “art”

-Cutecore 4 lyfe!! (If that wasn’t obvious enough lolol)

-Loves learning ab different cultures and countries 🫶

-Rlly into anime!! If anyone has any good suggestions don’t b shy to comment them! ♪(๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

-Abrvi8ing iz lyfe :P

-I’m Buddhist! :3

Errr… that’s ab all I can think of! If my acc sounds like smth ur interested in then y not follow?

Luan out! ~ ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

[silentmagi]

Do you do smuts

Do I do smuts? I would say that no, I do not. For the style I write does not lean into smut. I can and have written erotica and other adult stories. However, there is always a need in my stories for a plot to appear, build, and consume the attempts at smut. This goes against the connotation smut has for being porn without plot.

I do not reject smut, for it is a wonderful expression of physical intimacy when done right. I just sadly cannot.

As for the other definitions...

smut

/smət/

noun

1.

a small flake of soot or other dirt.

"all those black smuts from the engine"

2.

a fungal disease of grains in which parts of the ear change to black powder.

"a few bad crop years with smut and drought and frost"

I try the keep clean, and do not tend crops of grains in my garden, so they are a no as well.

[jafarlover101]

Stop Playin’ Girl | Ja’far x Dom!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Sub Ja’far, Not Proof Read

★・・・・・・★

She tiredly walks into the house.

10:47PM

The sky was pitch black. The street being lit only by a few street lights that were in sets of two across from each other. Y/N was on her way home tired and yet horny. She pulled up into the the drive way and gets out shutting the car door behind her.

Making her way to the front door and unlocking it, she tiredly walks into the house releasing a sigh of relief glad to be home finally. Ja’far emerges from the bedroom already dressed for bed to greet her.

“Look who finally came.” He says in a sarcastic tone while eyeing you. You roll your eyes in response before immediately going to shower. Ja’far is one sarcastic bastard and maybe that’s the reason why you love him so dearly. Stepping out of the shower and heading to the bedroom you see Ja’far sitting on the bed as if he was waiting for your arrival.

He gives you a look implying something you were hoping for. Throwing on a random shirt shorts you hop into the bed with him looking him up and down before making out with him.

As it becomes more heated you slowly begin taking off his shirt and start moving to kissing his neck and chest. You can feel his eyes on you practically begging you to hurry up with it. Moving slower begins to make Ja’far get bratty. “S-stop.. Don’t tease me like this..” He whimpers out while you kiss on his lower stomach nearing his crotch. “Why are you in such a rush? We just got started.” You say before kissing his inner thighs.

Shivering in your touch his face quickly turns a slight shade of red while panting slightly. “Ffffuck…” He moans out seeing your hand pulling down his pants and boxers as his erection pops out making a sly grin appear on your face, “Already?” You say slickly before spitting on your hand and slowly stroking his cock.

His body jerks upwards from the sudden interaction covering his mouth to avoid feeding into your already huge ego. “Don’t be shy..” You say “You’re acting like you’re not already a mess for me~” He bites his lip furiously annoyed at the slow pace and your slick mouth. “S-shut up.” He says in between moans. Your eyes immediately widening in an amused way. “Now what if I go slower~” Teasing him, you rub his tip with your thumb and slowing your already slow pace.

He grunts and stares at you with furrowed eyebrows getting annoyed with your constant teasing. “P-Please..” He mumbles out as his last resort. “Hm? I didn’t hear you.” “Please..” He repeats himself but loud enough for you to hear. You smirk slightly and increase the pace making his body jerk and turning him into a complete moaning mess. His messy hair covered his face and he was red.

“I-I’m about t-to..” Clenching his jaw he comes all over your hand and his stomach. You stare at him intensely before licking your hand clean and mumbling out

“Good boy.”

★・・・・・・★

Part two maybe?!?

[lillianjmoseley]

Régler maintenant! 

Cliquez maintenant Découvrez l'art de vous installer dans un havre de paix harmonieux et serein avec notre série de maisons haut de gamme. Alors que vous vous embarquez dans ce voyage transformateur, laissez-vous captiver par l'essence de consolation et de contentement que dégage chaque logement. Nichées dans des endroits convoités, nos propriétés allient luxe actuel et attrait indéfectible, offrant un havre de paix dans lequel vos objectifs prennent vie

[novellaquill]

I love this! We need more of this!

First, please excuse the shitty writing, this is my first time posting and writing smut. Constructive criticism is very much welcome!  The reader could be seen as male or female.

Riding Kokushibou as he’s trying to meditate in the infinity fortress. His breathing is ragged and deep, eyes occasionally twitching before slipping open and falling closed again. His dick twitches every now and then, causing breathy moans to sound next to his ear. You, clenching tightly, moving faster to chase your release as your lovely Koku’s cock throbs inside of you which drive your moves to quicken. The throbbing in your loins becomes incessant before your legs and beloved’s cock twitch. His rough hands fly to your waist holding you against him while he cums inside you, while your hole milks him while you’re lost in your own blissful orgasm.

As you come down you feel how tight his grip on your waist is. Enough to bruise your delicate human skin, before the grip loosens and he leans against you, breathing deeply. He lifts his head, staring into your eyes before inching forward and pressing his cold lips against yours. His tongue sliding along your bottom lip before forcing it between you lips and into your mouth. You moved your own tongue along his sharp teeth.

Despite the occasional fear of being eaten, it couldn’t change how this demon had found a way into your heart.

[mariesid]

Frolicking in the woods

OC: lilitth

Lilith is my OC and you can find her in the search bar

Warning: mdni 18+, smut, ecosex, fingering, Pteronphilia

Lilith was comfortable enough to be in her other form. Not a soul in sight, she was free. It was a wooded area. The sound of crickets nearby as the fireflies appeared and disappeared. She smiled as she looked into a clearing. No, to obvious she thought, someone would be bound to see her. "What a beautiful young lady," she felt a gentle hand on her wing. Lilith turned around. It was Sinbad, she had known him for some time. He would linger by her friend's shop, flirt with her, the usual stuff. "Now now," she cued, "keep your hands to yourself." He wasn't hunting her, that was for sure. Lilith decided to act like she had never met him before. He smiled, "forgive me miss?" "Lilith, I didn't catch your name?" "Isn't it a bad idea to give a fairy your name?" Beautiful and smart . . . "Alright Mr.sir, why are you here?" "Enjoying the view," he was staring at her. She glanced his way and smiled. "Are you sure we haven't met before," Sinbad looked at her. "We have met in passing but I choose to live my human and fairy lives differently." "So in that form we are strangers," Sinbad stated. Lilith nodded her head. "What will it take to sleep with both forms?" This man had some balls on him. She thought for a second, "my people need a place where they can be safe in both forms." "You're a princess," he seemed surprised. She smirked,"I'm a queen actually, the king died long ago. Can you do it or not." "I can." Slowly she untied her swimsuit top allowing it to fall, "good." He gently pushed her back so she was leaning on a tree. His hands massaging her breasts. A whimper left her lips. Sinbad's left hand grazed her wing. She took a sharp intake and moved her head to the side. "Oh no," he grabbed her horn so she were facing him, "I want to see your every reaction." Her face lit up as he kissed her roughly. His hand now softly fingering her wings. "O-oh," she sighed. Sinbad took that opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth. He tasted like wine. Her head felt heavy as his tongue fought hers. Her core was on fire, she needed him. He managed to take off her skirt, Lilith hadn't noticed until his finger rubbed against her clit. His touch was so gentle but rough at the same time. She managed to get his clothes off as he kept toying with her wing and clit. She realized she was moaning straight gibberish as he inserted his finger into her. Liliths feet curled as he found and hit her g-spot. Her mind went blank as his second finger entered her. "You're so tight," Sinbad growled in her ear. Her walls squeezed around his fingers. Suddenly his fingers left her messy folds. Her legs felt like jelly as he pulled her on his lap. Her legs were right behind him and his her back. "You think you're warmed up enough," he cued. She nodded as she felt his member line up with her wet hole. Skillfully he pumped himself in and out of her. He inched slowly until he finally bottomed out. Her body gave into him as she gasped and moaned. It'd been so long since she had someone spread her out so delicious. His cock hitting her deep. Shd felt her knot form, "s-s-." It was all she could get out as he hit her g-spot. She came harder then ever. Lilith had no control of her body as he kept pounding into her. "Why don't you scream for me."

[babymagi]

tried to draw some cute alibaba art so I could celebrate with everyone else but the sketch turned out ass so i deleted it njgknkj

i'll make something belated maybe, probably a fic cause I'm better at those, but between getting ready for college I've spontaneously started writing my own original novel so we'll just have to see ^^

[senascoop]

☁︎ . , SWEET NECTAR , L.HS ! 18+

PAIRING: boyfriend ! heeseung × girlfriend ! afab reader. SYNOPSIS: just a pussy drunk hee (had this in my drafts for a while) GENRE: smut, drabble, pwp. WARNING(S): nsfw, mdni, pussy eating, uses of pet names, a little fingering, cumming on tongue, a little kissing towards the end, dirty talk. WORD COUNT: 0.9k [ARCHIVE]

♫︎ REBLOGS + FEEDBACKS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED

Heeseung’s strong hands gripped your thighs, spreading them wide as he knelt between them. His piercing gaze locked onto your pussy, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of your glistening folds. You could feel the heat of his breath on your wet skin, making your core throb with anticipation.

“God, you look absolutely mouthwatering,” he growled, his voice husky with lust. “I’ve been craving this sweet pussy all day, and now I'm going to devour it like a starving man.”

He wasted no time, leaning in and burying his face between your thighs. His tongue, hot and eager, began to explore your folds, tracing every inch of your delicate flesh. He lapped up your juices, moaning at the taste of your arousal, his tongue delving deeper to reach your entrance.

“Mmm, you taste even better than I imagined,” he mumbled against your skin, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. “I can't get enough of this perfect pussy.”

You gasped as his tongue found your clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves throbbing under his touch. He circled it teasingly, his tongue flicking rapid-fire over the swollen nub, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. Your hands fisted in the sheets, your hips bucking involuntarily as he continued his relentless assault on your senses.

“Oh god, hee,” you whimpered, your voice breathy and needy. “That feels incredible. Please, don't stop.”

He chuckled, the sound muffled by your folds. “I’m not stopping, baby. I'm going to eat this pussy until you're begging me to fuck you senseless.”

True to his word, he increased his efforts, his tongue alternating between flicking your clit and plunging into your entrance. The combination of sensations was almost too much to bear, your body trembling on the edge of ecstasy.

“Fuck, I'm so close,” you panted, your nails digging into his shoulders. “Don't stop, please!”

Heeseung’s tongue never ceased its relentless assault on your quivering flesh, lapping and suckling at your dripping folds like a man starved. His eyes were glazed over with lust, his entire being focused solely on pleasuring you with his mouth. He was utterly consumed by the taste and scent of your arousal, driven to new heights of hunger by the intoxicating nectar flowing from your core.

“Fuck, I can't get enough of you,” he groaned, the words muffled against your slick petals. “You taste too fucking good, like the sweetest ambrosia. I want to drink from this perfect pussy forever.”

His hands gripped your thighs tighter, holding you open and exposed as he feasted on you. His tongue delved deep, plunging into your tight channel and curling to stroke your inner walls. Then he would drag the flat of his tongue up your slit, flicking rapidly over your engorged clit before diving back in for more.

Each thrust of his tongue sent sparks of electricity zinging through your nerve endings, building the coil of tension in your belly to an almost unbearable level. Your hips undulated shamelessly against his face, seeking more of that delicious friction. You were lost to everything but the feel of his mouth on you, drowning in a sea of sensation.

“Yes, yes, yes!” you chanted mindlessly, your voice high and thready with impending release. “Don't stop, please don't stop! I'm gonna...I'm gonna...”

Heeseung seemed to sense you were on the brink, doubling down on his efforts. He sealed his lips around your clit and sucked hard, his tongue vibrating against the sensitive bundle of nerves. At the same time, two fingers plunged knuckle-deep into your fluttering sheath, curling to hit that magic spot inside you.

The dual stimulation was your undoing. Your back arched off the bed as your climax crashed over you like a tidal wave, your inner muscles clamping down on his invading fingers. A hoarse scream tore from your throat, your vision whiting out from the intensity of your release.

As your orgasm subsides into aftershocks, Heeseung gentled his touch, licking and kissing your quivering flesh with an almost reverent tenderness. He placed soft, open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs, soothing the slight sting left behind by his teeth. When he finally pulled away, his chin was glistening with your juices, his lips swollen and slick.

“You came so hard for me, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with satisfaction. “I could feel your pussy squeezing my tongue, trying to pull me deeper.”

He crawled up your body, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to your stomach, your ribs, the valley between your breasts. When he reached your lips, he captured them in a searing kiss, sharing the taste of your arousal. You moaned into his mouth, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck and draw him closer.

But as much as you reveled in the afterglow, you could feel a renewed ache building in your pussy. Heeseung’s rigid length pressed insistently against your thigh, and you knew he was just as far from sated as you were.

"Please,” you whimpered against his lips, your hips rolling restlessly against his. “I need you inside me. I need to feel you stretching me, filling me up.”

He groaned at your words, his control snapping. In one swift motion, he positioned himself at your entrance, the broad head of his cock nudging your slick folds.

“Fuck, you have no idea how badly I want to sink into this tight little cunt,” he gritted out, his hips flexing impatiently. “I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, make this pussy mine.”

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