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writerslittlelibrary · 6 months

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I'm your mother now, chapter 1

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part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8

summary: when you wake up in a strange room, you soon come to realize the amazing Black Widow, who appears to be the perfect role model for girls all around the world, is greatly deranged…

pairing: Dark!Natasha x teen reader

warnings: yelling, a lot of swearing, dark themes, kinda evil Natasha

genre: angst

words: 2972

a/n: I really wanted to write a dark Natasha fic but I didn't want to make it romantic or anything, so I went with the idea of Natasha kidnapping a child. Please don't read this if you are not comfortable with dark themes. Reader is kinda abused but that's because of Natasha's trauma.

Hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think :)

(I decided to make this a series, as I have so many ideas but find them simply too long for one fic. I will probably make a separate masterlist for the series)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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You dropped your bag on the floor, kicking your shoes off and walking through the house, allowing yourself to fall on the couch in exhaustion. You were in highschool, and no matter what teacher you'd ask, they all called you their best student.

You passed every test, got good grades for every project, but mentally you were slipping. You hated your life. You hated the stupid loop you were trapped in. Every day is the same. You were tired.

Your foster parents were scheduled to come home after dinner, so you knew you'd be able to lie on the couch for a while without being yelled at.

So that's what you did.

You took a nap on the couch, enjoying the quietness of the house, when a noise upstairs catches you off guard.

You get up slowly, carefully walking up the stairs. You had seen horror movies, and you knew what a bad idea it was, yet you decided to do it anyway. You creeped up the stairs, through the hallway and made it to your bedroom. It was small and there weren't many places to hide, but you were cautious anyway.

Your window was open. The curtain was moving slightly due to the breeze outside. A shiver ran down your back. You had that feeling again. The same feeling you've had for the past few weeks. The feeling of being watched.

You walked to your window carefully, pushing it close and locking it. Didn't you lock it yesterday?

Before you could even turn around, an arm clasped around your waist and a hand holding a cloth covered your mouth and nose. You tried to scream and try to get out of the person's grip, but it was of little use. The person holding you was strong. Way stronger than you were.

You flung around in their grasp, trying to hit the arms that were holding you, but it was of no use. You heard a woman's voice behind you, shushing you and telling you it's all gonna be okay. Your eyes started drooping, falling close. The last thing you heard was a simple sentence….

“Shh baby, mama's got you…”

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Natasha had been observing you for weeks. She saw you in the park one day, sitting on a bench. You appeared to be okay, but she could see the way you were holding back tears. It took everything in her not to walk up to you and comfort you.

After that day, she decided to watch you more often. She watched you when you picked out your clothes. She watched you when you went to school. She watched you when you came home and got yelled at. She watched all of it.

After watching you for about a week, she decided to do some more research. She had to know everything about you. You were absolutely perfect.

She found out about your parents, how they left you in front of the police station one night. They didn't want you, and Natasha's heart broke. The foster families you were placed with didn't care much for you either. You were often heavily neglected, and you never knew real love.

From what Natasha had seen, you were barely capable of taking care of yourself. She wondered how often you showered, how often you ate and if you even brushed your teeth.

No one seemed to have taught you how to live, and it broke Natasha's heart. She was determined to make you feel loved. She knew it was fate. She had to take care of you. It was simply meant to be.

Natasha had been trying to have a child for so long. After her past in the Red Room, she knew she'd never be able to conceive herself, but she had tried everything there was. She had gone to adoption agencies and tried to adopt. She had applied to become a foster mom but nothing worked. She'd pass most criteria, but when the psychological tests came her test scores dropped. The authorities simply deemed her to mentally unstable to take care of a child.

Natasha was mad. Mad at the authorities and mad at herself. She just wanted a child. That's all she's ever wanted. How on earth did anyone dare deny her that.

After she was denied for foster care, she was upset, but she didn't dare give up. Natasha was determined that she would find someone for her to take care of, and she did. Anyone in their right mind could see it. You were destined to be with Natasha.

After observing you for quite a while, Natasha decided it was time. You were crying almost every night, the stress of school and your grades were simply too much. Natasha couldn't bear to see you like this any longer, so she finally decided to make her move. She snuck in when you were at school. She didn't even have to sneak in through the window. The doors had an easy lock, and she could easily pick it open.

When she made her way inside, she immediately went up to your room. She looked through it, smelling your clothes, touching your bed and everything you owned, which wasn't a lot.

She clutched your only stuffed animal tightly to her chest, a tear rolling down her cheek. She was finally going to be a mom, and she couldn't wait.

She collected some of your stuff, but only the stuff she couldn't replace, which included some notebooks, coloring books and your stuffed animal of course. She stuffed it in a bag and put all of it in her car. After she finished, she made her way back inside and waited.

When she heard you come home, she was nearly jumping at the anticipation and excitement.

She started making some noises, hoping you'd come upstairs soon. She had opened the window in your room, knowing you'd walk over to close it. You did that every day. If you forgot to close the window, you'd close it after coming home from school.

Soon enough, she heard you walking upstairs, peeking through the door of the bathroom. She waited until you went into your bedroom, indeed closing the window as she expected.

The moment you weren't looking, she snuck into your room and quickly covered your face, making you inhale the Chloroform she'd put on the cloth. You were flailing around heavily, trying to get loose from her grasp, but she just held on tight.

Natasha tried to comfort you, shushing you as you slowly lost consciousness.

After you had passed out, she carefully lifted you up, walking down the stairs and, after grabbing your school bag, walking back to her car. She was careful as she placed you on the backseat, protecting your head as you slept peacefully.

She placed your stuffed animal in your arms, smiling at the sight of you fast asleep. She got into the driver's seat and took off, driving you two far away from the big city.

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You groaned as the light hit your eyes, covering them with your hand as you blinked a few times, trying to get used to it. You stretched your arms above your head, slowly waking up from your deep slumber.

The bed you were laying on was soft, way softer and more comfortable than you were used to, but you didn't really notice. The drugs were still wearing off, your brain pleasantly fuzzy as you slowly regained control over all of your senses.

When you yawned and brought your hand up to your face, you finally realized the clothes you were wearing were not yours.

You sat up quickly, scanning the room and realizing it looked nothing like yours. It was way too big, but it did seem to be arranged to your style and interests. You took in the room, confused as to how you got there and why it seemed to be accommodated perfectly to your wants and needs.

You slowly slid your legs off the bed, sitting on the edge and carefully standing up, afraid your weary state would make you fall over. The pajamas you were wearing were soft and seemed to be made out of an expensive silk.

You slowly stood up, walking around the room slightly. You thought you were dreaming. When you looked out the window, there was nothing but trees. You appeared to be in some clearing in the woods. You checked out the room, noticing how the books on the shelf looked an awful lot like the books you owned, except the books in this room seemed to be new and neat.

It confused you, and when you turned around, you noticed the bedding was the same bedding as you'd always had, just for a queen sized bed.

There were three doors in the room, and you ran to the closest one. When you opened it you found a closet, probably as big as your room back home. When you opened the next, you found a bathroom. It looked almost impossibly clean and the shower looked like it came straight from a millionaire's home.

When you opened the third door, you finally stood in a hallway. When you looked right, you saw another door, which was probably where the hallway ended, so you decided to go left. You walked fast, wanting to get out of the house as fast as possible.

You were very confused by the whole situation. You remembered someone kidnapping you, but these were not the circumstances you expected to wake up in.

When you stormed down the stairs, you could see a kitchen on your right. You spotted a door right in front of you. It looked like the front door, so you immediately ran towards it, trying to open it. It didn't budge. You'd need a code, a finger scan and voice recognition. You sighed as you leaned your forehead against it.

After standing there for a solid 5 minutes, you decided to explore the rest of the house.

You reckoned you were alone, as no one had approached you yet, even when you tried to leave the house. You slowly walked into the kitchen, from it spotting a living area with a few couches, and on top of it, you saw a redhead.

You froze when you saw her, unable to move or talk as fear overtook your body.

“Ah, good. I was wondering when you'd wake up. I was thinking of ordering take-out. Just come over here and we can pick something,” the woman spoke as if she'd known you for years.

You didn't move, so the woman turned around, putting her book aside and getting up. She walked towards you slowly, but she didn't seem worried she'd scare you away. “You don't want take-out?” she questioned, putting her phone on the kitchen island. You stood next to it as she now stood in front of it, crossing her arms.

“Where am I?” you shakily asked, worried you'd upset her. You knew the woman, of course. Every person in the world knew her. She was Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow and fearless Avengers, although she retired a few years back.

“What do you mean, silly? You're home of course,” Natasha spoke, looking confused as to why'd you even ask such a question.

You frowned. “This isn't my home?...” Natasha shook her head. “Of course it is.” “Why did you kidnap me?” Natasha shook her head at your question. “I just brought you home, sweetie.”

“What the fuck?! Take me home!” you yelled, and she looked a little surprised before her expression went back to normal.

“I know it's your first day here, but you do not speak to me like that. Do you understand?” she responded, but it only made you madder. “Who the fuck do you think I am? Let me go, you crazy bitch!” you yelled as you tried to push her, but Natasha easily caught your wrists.

“Careful honey. I know you're confused but that is no way to speak to your mother.” “You're not my fucking mother-”

Slap.

Natasha had slapped you across the face. Your head turned from the impact, your cheek almost immediately reddening. tears stung in your eyes as you moved your hand up to cup your cheek, a silent sob wrecking through your body.

“I am a very lenient person, but don't you ever dare speak to me in such a tone again,” she said. “Now go sit on the couch and think about what you want to order for take-out dammit.”

You moved slowly, keeping your head down as you sat on one of the couches, silently crying over the situation. After a few minutes, Natasha returned from the kitchen, holding an ice-pack. She grabbed your chin and tilted your face up without a word, pressing the ice-pack against your red cheek. She softly smiled down at you, using her free hand to pet the hair out of your face.

You sniffled, and she leaned down to give you a kiss on your forehead. “Mama didn't want to hurt you like that sweetheart, but you took it too far,” she said, pulling back and smiling down at you again. “Mama loves you. I promise.” She pulled the ice-pack away and softly kissed your cheek.

She put the ice-pack on the coffee table and sat on the couch to your right. She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and seemed to scroll through something.

“So what are you feeling like?” she asked, looking at you with a smile. You sniffled quietly, looking down to avoid her gaze. “We could do burgers, or maybe sushi? I know those are your favorites,” she told you, and you instantly wondered how she'd know such a thing.

“Come on. Tell me what you want,” she urged, nodding slightly to encourage you.

“Fries…” you said quietly, and Natasha smiled. “Exactly what I was feeling. Would you like chicken nuggets on the side?” she asked you, and you nodded. “Perfect,” she said as she typed it into her phone, paying quickly and tossing it aside.

“The food will be here soon. Would you like to watch a movie while we wait, or would you rather explore the house a bit more?” she asked, patiently waiting for your answer.

You shrugged, not wanting to pick an option that might make her mad. “We can also just sit here for a while. I know you must be confused, but I promise you everything will fall right into place.”

You were mad. Mad at how Natasha acted like everything was fine. Mad at how she acted like she had any authority over you. Mad at how she'd slapped you. Mad at how she was acting like she was your mother. Mad at how she seemed unbothered and acted like your behavior was insane. But mostly, you were mad at yourself. Mad how you looked up to her. Looked up to the amazing Black Widow. She had always been your favorite Avengers. How could she not be?

After sitting on the couch for a few minutes, you looked up slowly, seeing Natasha staring at you with a smile on her face.

“Would you like to watch something now?” She asked, holding up the remote. When the hell did she grab that? You nodded slightly, and Natasha smiled widely at you for it. She pressed a few buttons on the remote, and soon the tv lit up with your favorite show ready to play. Natasha pressed play, and the show started exactly where you stopped last night.

You sat quietly as you watched the show, scared to make any noises.

After about an hour, there was a knock on the door, and Natasha got up to open it. “Just wait here,” she said as she walked away. You got up from the couch and peeked around the wall, seeing the door and catching a glimpse of a blonde woman.

She didn't look like a delivery person, and you realized Natasha must've called someone she knew to make sure no one knew the location of the house.

The woman handed Natasha the take-out bag and they spoke for a moment, before she moved to give Natasha a hug. They hugged for a second and Natasha kissed the woman's cheek. You watched as they said their goodbye's, hearing Natasha say she'll visit the blonde woman soon.

You quickly made your way back to the couches, sitting back down and waiting for Natasha to come back.

Once she did, she set the take-out on the kitchen counter. You watched silently as she moved around the kitchen, grabbing two plates and opening the bag. “Just so you know, I see and hear everything. Don't sneak up on me again. You're old enough to ask when you want something,” Natasha spoke, not looking up from her task of plating the food.

Your breath caught in your throat. You should've known. She used to be an assassin for goodness sake. Of course she could tell if you'd watch her.

Natasha grabbed the two plates and brought them back to the couches. She handed one to you, but when you went to grab it she didn't let it go. You looked at her, and she raised an eyebrow to you. “Thank you…” you said silently, and she smiled as she let you take the plate, moving to sit down herself.

You ate in silence, not missing the glances Natasha shot your way. You found it creepy. You had no idea why you were here and what Natasha wanted with you. She had referred to herself as your mother a few times now, and it confused you beyond words.

For now, you decided to let the confusion go, focusing on eating your food and surviving the night.

Who knows what tomorrow would bring…

chapter 2

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monsteractialuna · 2 months

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So I'm a massive fan of demon aus and stuff so i ummm made my own demon au 👉👈

I'm not 100% sure if I'm going to write a fic or not for this,, I plan on maybe writing a few chapters, see if I vibe with it, and then post it or leave it in the abyss depending on how I feel when I'm done.

You are a freelance demon hunter with an odd relationship in regards to the demons you hunt. You allow those who kill criminals or the scum of the Earth to go free but hunt and kill those who harm the innocent. You never thought that your work would follow you home, and you certainly never thought that your work would wake you up every morning with pancakes and waffles. Who taught these demons to work a stove?

Some fun facts about the characters and stuff below the read more :)

-Y/n was raised by a demon, hence why they have such an odd relationship with demons. Y/n views them more as people who can make mistakes and less like evil creatures from hell. Y/n allows demons that kill horrible people to live because their Mother was one of those demons, often targeting abusive spouses and partners.

-Sun and Moon used to be one entity but had split decades ago due to a disagreement. They hadn't seen each other since the split until they both broke into Y'n's house.

-Y/n has lost several limbs during their hunts; but since they're on good terms with multiple demons they are always patched back up and made "whole" again. Y/n's mother is constantly on the verge of tearing their face off from stress.

-Since Sun is a plasma demon his body runs extremely hot. He has to maintain constant control of his body temperature or he risks burning everything around him. He also has to control the brightness of his body as if he gets too excited he WILL blind people. Sun smells like ozone before a lightening strike.

-Moon is a demon made entirely of frigid cold water, so just like Sun he has to work to control his body temperature. His natural temperature is extremely cold but if he gets too upset the water that makes up his body could solidify turning to ice. He can freeze the water in the air around him easily. He smells like the ocean during winter.

-Y/n is one of the only demon hunters capable of locking demons into objects. If they cannot kill a demon they will imprison them into an object and keep them in a locked room inside their house. They often put Sun and Moon inside a plasma ball and a snow globe when the two start fighting. Gay demon jail.

-Y/n is capable of using their mother's demonic magic, which is how they are so proficient during hunts. Mother's magic is plant based and helps Y/n control roots, vines, and other flora in their surroundings. The bracelet they wear signifies the bond the two have and Y/n can communicate with their mother through that bond. The bracelet can only be removed if the bond is severed, either through one party dying, both parties agreeing to sever said bond, or a strong enough desire to break free of the bond in some cases.

-Bonds between a demon and a human can come in a few flavors, romantic bonds are symbolized through the demon's solidified magic turning into a ring, familial or friendly bonds are symbolized with a bracelet, and forced bonds are symbolized via a collar around the victims throat.

-Vanessa is Y/n's protegee, after Y/n helped save Vanessa from a forced bond from a demon Vanessa decided she wanted to become a demon hunter to get revenge on the demon who enslaved her. Vanessa doesn't fully believe that demons aren't just evil creatures from hell, but does trust Y/n's judgement.

-The other animatronics are also demons! Y/n is friends with most of them :) Roxanne is a demon that specifically hunts human traffickers, Chica is a demon who hunts people that dump waste into the environment illegally (and then proceeds to consume the dump to ensure the environment isn't too badly effected), Freddy and Bonnie hunt down child abusers and often work as a team to do it, and Monty hunts poachers and exotic animal traffickers.

-Moon falls for Y/n first and falls fast. The minute y/n kicked his ass the first time he was down bad. He makes himself a nuisance to Y/n because he isn't entirely sure how to process these feelings and decides to makes it everybody else's problem. Sun originally just wanted to be friends but as time went on he realized he was falling for Y/n too. While Moon fell in love with you for your ferocity during hunts, Sun falls for your kindness and understanding towards those affected by other demons. Sun absolutely adores your passion and need for justice and it literally makes him swoon.

#my art #fnaf au #dca au #sun fnaf #moon fnaf #dca x reader #I've been putting off uploading these because i was gonna make a doodle page to go along with it but i realized i could make and post that #anytime so umm yeah #if u want to ask me questions about my au pls fucking do because it gives me a reason to actually think about it #designs aren't entirely final i love changing shit as i go <3 #didn't mean to write so much for the fun facts but i got distracted sorry

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teecupangel · 5 months

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I had an idea, but am stuck on a Desmon/Deimos (Alexios) fic. I don't no which way to take it. Either way it starts a little after Kassandra first sees Deimos is alive, Desmond gets teleported back in time. Dropped right at Deimos' feet. He thinks Desmond is a "demigod" to and a gift from the gods. Spins it in his own head that Desmond could be the Aphrodite to his Ares. Every god has a consort after all.

Now here is where I'm torn. Would it be better to go with

A.) Desmond escapes him and as Demios is hunting him down at the same time Desmond runs into Kassandra. He tells her there is a maniac hunting him and Kassandra is just like "well that sucks I'm in the middle of something, but stick with me and I'll help you." unaware that it is her brother hunting him. They stick together, bond, and somewhere down the line Demios catches up to them.

B.) Stockholm syndrome Desmond who is just tired of everything and kinda just gives in. Cause Demios is certainly devoted, obsessively so, but is it such a surprise that Desmond just wants someone to love him.

C.) Not quite Stockholm syndrome Desmond where he sees what the cult has done to Demios and tries to help him through it because all he sees is a more dramatic version of the farm. Demios being a more suped up version of what they wanted him (desmond) to be.

Or D.) Dark Desmond who is equally as tired as B desmond but goes about it much more different. He has a rather powerful "demigod" in love with him who would raze cities in his name and lay any treasures he asks for at his feet. Demios could help him get more POEs and hell, maybe even kill an isu your two. How could he pass this up?

Those are some ideas but I'm not sure which is the more pleasing option.

Any help would be appreciated <3

Sorry nonny, this answer is a month late TTATT

Also, if by help you mean help you choose, I will be no help at all.

Instead, I’ll give you more ideas for each ideas you have XD

A) This could easily turn into a found family between Desmond and Kassandra, with the crew of the Adrestia as well. In this one, you can focus on Desmond joining Kassandra on her travels because he has nowhere else to go and Kassandra doesn’t mind picking up ‘strays’ as long as they work at the ship. Plus, Desmond was good at sailing, more than anyone else in the crew. He also has the strangest ideas for upgrades that works really really help so, truly, Kassandra wouldn’t mind saying that Desmond was a godsend. Of course, Deimos would see them close and become jealous. It doesn’t matter if Kassandra and Desmond don’t have any romantic feelings to one another, the fact that his Aphrodite chose his older sister instead of him just covers his wounds with salt and he’d become more obsessed with having Desmond. This could be the one where Deimos has a heel turn and a redemption arc or… a story of how obsession can burn everything around it.

B) This can be the smuttiest of the four with a heavy serving of a not healthy dom-sub relationship. Their relationship would be toxic for both of them and this is one where Desmond doesn’t really care about anything while Deimos tries to win his affection by doing what he does best… murder and chaos. This can turn darker than D honestly.

C) Okay so this is like B but Desmond keeps his sanity and tries to help Deimos to his redemption arc. This would work better as a slow burn with Desmond simply trying to help him, not realizing that he’s falling in love with him until it’s too late, he’s in too deep and fuck it he’ll follow Deimos to the depths of Tartarus just so he could drag him back up.

D) You can make this a Dark!Desmond setup where the pain of dying and being thrown into the past had changed Desmond in more ways than one. In this one, they could both be two people starving for love and affection that found one another. But instead of helping each other be better, they just make each other worse. A lot of “the world versus us” mentality with Desmond being the whisper in Deimos’ ears that would lead to him taking out the cult himself just to please Desmond. Desmond, on the other hand, does love Deimos, he truly does, but he also has a warped sense of justice by this point and would probably create his own Assassin Brotherhood. This one could have Deimos worshiping Desmond as a god turned mortal, more of the Persephone to his Hades than the Aphrodite to his Ares.

#dark desmond is fun to think about #assassin's creed #desmond miles #alexios of sparta #deimos assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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merakiui · 1 year

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"gangbang with housewardens" *deep breathes* MORE THOUGHTS?????

Eueududududurur I'm going feral

ONE DAY I WILL WRITE A GANGBANG FIC FOR THE HOUSEWARDENS..... one day,,,, in the future... orz

As for more thoughts, I think they wouldn't be able to settle on who gets to use which hole and when. Kalim suggests they do rock-paper-scissors, which Azul immediately declines (there is no way he's risking losing in a game that's purely luck). Idia thinks they ought to put their names in a generator and roll to see who gets what number and that will determine everything. Again, more luck. But this time Vil objects, saying it wouldn't be very productive to do something like that when some will just forget the order and cheat. Leona rolls his eyes at that; like he'd cheat when everyone's here for the same reason. Unlike some of these losers, he's not clawing at the walls in desperation to get a crumb of pussy.

Mind you, they're all debating this while you're sitting on the bed, waiting. Watching. Hands folded in your lap. ;;;;;;;

Eventually, I think they'd decide to do it by seniority, as was Riddle and Malleus's suggestion. Essentially third years and then second years. It's a fair and respectful way of doing things, and they all manage to agree on it.

Malleus gets first pick because he's such an important and powerful individual. Like the romantic otome love interest he is, Malleus wants your pussy and he wants to do it missionary, too. Leona gets second pick and he takes your mouth because if Malleus is going to be fucking you he doesn't want that lizard to hear you crying out his name. So he'll stuff your mouth full of his cock instead, have you drooling on it, unable to answer any of Malleus's sweet nothings and praises. Either Vil or Idia take your ass, or you're taking both of them in either hand to stroke them. <3 of course they're all touching you during this. Vil is absolutely rubbing circles into your clit or he's making sure you're still present, peering down at you with a playful smirk when your eyes, hazed with lust, just manage to find his. He reminds you that even in a state of debauchery you are beautiful. Idia gains like,,, +10 confidence, so he'll say some filthy things. Most of them are mumbled, but if he gets really into it (and he does) he'll be a little more vocal. Definitely gets pussy-drunk when it's his turn to empty his load inside you. <3 additionally, Idia wants to try paizuri like in all of the hentai he's seen, and he also wants to fuck your armpit or thighs, too. A lot of his hentai fantasies come out when he's no longer the shy, introverted shut-in you're so used to seeing.

Kalim's pinching your nipples between his fingers, or he's peppering every part of you with sweet kisses. Riddle is very awkward, so he doesn't do much other than touch himself to the sight and sounds of your strangled whines and cries, but at Azul's teasing he gets a little bold (and competitive).

Azul and Riddle definitely unintentionally make it into a competition, as do Leona and Malleus (seeing who can be the sweetest, who can fuck you the roughest, who can cum the most in you, and so on). When switches are made, Azul and Riddle are fighting over your pussy like starved men LOL. They almost break out into a magic duel right there, but Kalim laughs about how silly they are and spreads your folds with slick fingers, wondering aloud if you could take both. Oh, they never thought about that before. Of course, even when they're slotted inside you, they're still occasionally bickering, grousing over how one dick is taking up too much space or how the other is oh-so-pitiful for cumming the minute you tightened around him. Kalim definitely takes your ass. You're sandwiched between the three of them, all of them thrusting up into you at varying paces, chasing orgasmic highs. Azul and Riddle get very pussy-drunk very fast. Azul promises to give you a family, Riddle slips up and calls you mommy, and even Kalim echoes the sentiment of wanting to knock you up nice and full. He kisses along your shoulders while Azul squeezes your hips and Riddle fondles your breasts, absolutely amazed that these pretty things were hiding underneath layers of uniform all this time.

And the amount of hickeys and bruises you'll receive! When they aren't grabbing at every part of you or using one of your holes, they're sucking hickeys into your heated skin, marking every available inch as if you're a blank canvas meant to be made into art.

By the end of it, you are extremely exhausted and so are they, but after settling down and catching breath they'll start to tend to you and themselves, retrieving snacks and water, a warm washcloth to clean you up. Someone starts water for a bath. They all admire you looking so fucked-out and dazed on the mattress. <3 and they all realize, when they notice the cum spattered on your thighs and dripping from your abused, twitching holes, that none of them wore protection.

Oh well. :) let nature happen. It's more fun that way.

#meraki thirsts #n/sfw #floydleechapologist #ALSO THE BASKETBALL FLOYD IMAGE????#i love it T_T so feral and eating cement

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heyjude19-writing · 28 days

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I have not been an active participant in the Harry Potter fandom in a very long time and it's just recently that a coworker of mine suggested that I give Dramione fics a try.

Her suggesting was both a blessing and a curse—ever since I started looking into Dramione, I've found more than a handful of fics that I absolutely loved, Remain Nameless being one of them. Of course, I've done nothing but devour fanfics in my free time ever since, placing other hobbies and social outings on hold. I can't say I regret it much, though my sleeping schedule took quite a hit as well :')

I'd like to start by telling you how much I enjoyed the plot for Remain Nameless. I never was a fan of slow burns before, but it might seem like aging has mellowed me out quite a bit. It's either that, or the fact that I've been feeling like time just flew by lately (to be completely honest ever since the pandemic it feels like every time I blinked, another year passed by), and I desperately want things to slow down a bit, just so I can enjoy them properly—both in my life and in my reading.

There are plenty of stories about Draco and Hermione and them falling in love, but this one is definitely a favourite. I loved how the accent was placed on them and their evolution as people and their journey as lovers.

It was heartwarming to see Draco's transformation throughout the story and each interaction between these two characters, especially the initial ones at the coffee shop, brought me such joy.

The pacing of their friendship and then romantic relationship felt so natural, and I couldn't help but sit at the edge of my seat, waiting with baited breath to see if things are going to turn out well for our main couple (even though I knew it would be a happy ending, according to the tags :') )

Also, the characters that made an appearance fleshed out the story wonderfully. I'd like to say that the moments including Ginny, Theo and Sasha were some of my favourites, but then again, can I really have favourites when I loved each chapter so much?

The familial relationships were also points of great interest for me. I enjoyed seeing how Hermione interacted with her parents after everything that happened and her relationship with the Weasley members really warmed up my heart. The acceptance of Draco into Hermione's friend and family circles was also quite emotional for me, since he went through such complex experiences with his own parents and friends.

The writing was also marvelous and it really captured me, though I feel like I couldn't fully appreciate it since my eyes were flying over the words to know what happens next. I would love to pick up this fanfiction again for another read, just so I can fully appreciate the craftsmanship that was put into it.

Honestly, being reintroduced into this fandom reminded me why I love fandom and fanfiction so much. Sure, there might be people who sully the experience with their greed and pettiness (I've read a bit about those people what bind your fics and sell them on etsy and I recall reading an AN of somebody reposting your work on Wattpad and I'm so sorry that these things happened/are happening to you and many other fantastic writers) but it can also bring people together and be such a great source of comfort.

I apologize for the long message, I feel like I rambled quite a bit. I know there's much more that I would have loved to say, but words seem to evade me today. But I would like to thank you again for putting in so much of your time, effort, love, and passion into writing this wonderful piece of fanfiction and for sharing it with us.

This story made me giggle, it made me cry, and it made me feel so many emotions, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for it.

hello hello!

wow, thank you so much to your co-worker, this was lovely to receive. sorry about the sleepless nights 😅 but i am happy you enjoyed your time with my story and other fics.

and yes, there's some bad actors out here making fandom a not-so-fun place at the moment, but as you rightly noted "it can also bring people together and be such a great source of comfort." It's certainly why i stick around and thank you for this beautiful message that reminded me why i've loved my time here. your kind comments about my writing brought me so much joy, thank you 🥰

#pinkmoondeity #remain nameless #dramione #this is so sweet

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lynlyndoll · 5 months

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Apple Cider

genre: fluff, angst, comfort

tw: this may trigger people to cry, especially reader's first part; some type of traumatic childhood

pairing: producer! han x architect! reader

w/c: 4.5k

summary: Maybe is a complex word, that not many people believe in - not even you. However, as time goes, you find yourself asking multiple questions that start with "Maybe", all of them related to the guy who you didn't even like. Maybe he asks the same questions, all of them related to you.

a/n: Hey, I'm freaking back!!! This made me kind of exhausted, since it's the longest fic I've written :)). I advise you guys to listen to Apple Cider by beabadoobee when I start writing some words with blue! Oh and also, I know that, if you know me/my blog, you might actually see the similarities between me and the character i "drew" for Y/N. :) feel free, however, to change the dream job for yourself though, however i made architecture to fit the fic! <3

Many people seem to think finding your romantic soulmate is impossible. People say they are right. That it actually is impossible for human kind to feel something as 'real love', the life people see in movies portrayed as the 'soulmate's love'. Finding the one and only can't be true. But maybe, people are wrong. Maybe people can find the person they are happy with, the person that listens to everything and nothing just for the sake of their lover. Because, afterall, the questions we have that start with a 'maybe' are actually possibilities. Technically, questions shouldn't even start with 'maybe', they should start with 'who' or 'what' or 'where' or 'how', but humans started using 'maybe' for expressing desires that are actually a truth, masked under other people's desires that win over the true facts. Which means, finding your true love might actually be true.

You are one of those people, however. Those people who never ask themselves the question of 'maybe'. You're a person who makes straight up decisions based on what you already know, based on what people say or do, based on experiences that have already happened. You never did because you never could've asked yourself that type of question back in your childhood. The action of doubting something has always been forbidden in your family, the only way of doing things being the ones that were told by your parents. Your childhood wasn't an extreme level of trauma, but it wasn't good either. Your parents weren't severely strict, nor free-range. You were an only child, every single thing your parents wanted from you had to be done at the level of perfection, otherwise you knew deep inside that you would bring your parents down, bringing shame to all of your family. So you knew since you were a child that you had to keep fighting for every single one of their desires, no matter how tired you were. So you did it. You continued living the life your parents wanted, named as the 'Golden Child', having every other child turn against you and your actions because of jealousy. No friends, no real life and no feeling of wanting to continue. But you had to. Your family needed you.

Since you were a child, you realized your problems. Everything that happened caused you a huge self-doubt and hate, anxiety and depression, but you couldn't talk about it to anyone. So you sucked it up and continued. That's the person you are today. Y/N Y/L/N, a current student of architecture in Seoul. You think that being an architect is one of the few things you really have done for yourself, especially, and not for your family’s pride - which has been there, however, because who wouldn’t want their child to have a good job. The architecture trope fits you, though. Your life and sense of rationality made you realize a long time ago that you were made to be one. Your head was full of imagination, full of new and fresh ideas, ready to come out when you let them. However, you were never truly sure about the choices you made, so when something was almost ready, the fear made you overthink and start again. You wanted, no, you needed someone to be there for you in those times, but you had no one other than yourself and your orange cat, Honey.

Another thing about yourself is that you finally realized how much a ‘loner life’ affected you, so obviously you tried making friends. Which you successfully did. It wasn’t a big group - nor could you name it little -, it consists of 3 guys and 2 girls. You met Seungmin in the town, while you were assigned to draw a building that caught your eye from 3 different perspectives. Turned out that he chose the same building for his project, since he was a student as well, majoring in photography. This encounter made you both friends and soon after, he introduced you to his own friend group: Jeongin, a literature student with the want of becoming a teacher, Felix, a cooking student that wants to start his own bakery, Yuna, a fashion modeling student that already caught the attention of a few brands, and Lia, a music student ready to start writing songs. They immediately ‘adopted’ you in their friend group, accepting you as if you were there all along.

It's not as if you only hang out with them. You also hang out with some other friends of their own, such as Minho, Felix's friend, who is also a cooking student. However, they actually met at the dancing classes they both take. There, they have also met Hyunjin, an art major that is somehow friends with Seungmin as well, both of them being in the same art university. He often takes modeling classes as well, but more as a hobby, so he and Yuna are always bickering about the latest fashion trends. Since Seungmin's hobby is baseball, he also has a friend named Chan, who is on his way to becoming a famous athlete and who often plays different sports with his other 2 friends except Seungmin. More exactly Han and Changbin, both of them preparing for a musical career, Han as a song-writer and producer and Changbin as a self-made rapper. You usually would hang out with all of them, however, hanging out with Han was harder. Not that you disliked the boy, but he usually had a not-so-nice attitude towards you, so you acted the same as he did. And that's how your friends tried to never have each other in the same room, the bickering being insupportable. A part of you told yourself that you're doing the right thing, acting the same to hurt him, however, the other part was telling you that maybe he isn’t like that. Perhaps you did something wrong or offended him. You tried not thinking about it, but when you were alone in the dark night buried in your own thoughts, this idea was haunting you.

You liked your life now. Sure, it wasn’t the best, but it was enough. You had great friends and your results were extremely good, meaning that you wouldn't be left without a good job in this domain after graduating. Sure, the apartment you lived in wasn’t probably the greatest. A little bit too old and possibly not the cleanest out of all, but it was just for a few years of college. And maybe you also wanted some action, excepting the lives of your friends or your favorite movie characters, but who were you to whine about it? You used to have some action, until your boyfriend of 1 year and a half cheated on you. You also went on a few great dates - forgetting the fact that after a few dates, you were always stood up - and you went to the bar pretty often with Lia and Yuna, plus a few of their fun friends, Ryujin, Chaeryeong and Yeji, all of them dancing majors. But a real relationship… Nah, and maybe you didn’t even want it. Okay, maybe you wanted it, but who cares? You definitely don't want to have only a fling, so it is way better to not have someone randomly ask you “Wanna come into my apartment?” have a few drinks, have sex and then forget the whole night. It just didn't sit right with you. So, better to abandon the idea and focus on your college life.

“Was life this hard?” a drunken Yuna asks, causing all of your female friends to fall into a drunken laugh.

“Considering everyone’s past…” says Yeji.

“YES!” Lia says, amused.

You're with your friends into the bar all of you have started being regulars at. It's a nice bar, not too full, so it's perfect for 6 deranged women to spend a friday night. Yuna’s boyfriend has broken up with her recently, so all of you went into town to console her. But of course nothing goes as hard as three bottles of soju. You are possibly the only one in the state of walking - not saying that you're not drunk, however - and the one who will call out the boys for some help. So that's exactly what you want to do, grabbing your phone and opening your contact list.

“Have you guys heard about Han?” your head snaps right there, eyes wide. The girls laugh at your confused reaction.

"Heard that…?" Ryujin asks Lia as she was the one who apparently knew everything about it.

"You remember when we heard that he got an interview at some big music company? Rumor has it that they didn’t accept him.”

Your brain starts thinking about him. Han was extremely talented, why would a company decline him and his talent?! This made you angrier than it should have. You wanted to go to whoever was in charge and scream directly in his face, telling him how good of a producer or songwriter Han would make for his shitty company - that, theoretically, isn't as shitty as you think right now, the fury taking over your thoughts. But, of course, you wouldn't do that. Who are you to even want to do it? You're not exactly friends, you're more as acquaintances, so why would you risk it?

After you finally called the boys to pick you and the girls up and after you finally got into your apartment, laying on the bed, you were left with only your thoughts. Many people say that it would make them uncomfortable to only sit somewhere, in the dark, with no one by their side, in total silence, but you like it. You like the safety feeling it gives you. In that silence, you remember the Han gossip, which would obviously go around for at least two weeks, not only between your friends, but also in his university. And you felt bad for him. Like, really bad. He isn't a bad person, you don't hate him, you just… haven't talked with him as much as the others. So obviously, none of you knows each other well enough. Either way, you still don't know why you're feeling so bad for him, afterall he isn’t your friend.

“I’M HERE!”

That’s probably Hyunjin, after the second round of beers for the movie night everyone had. He came with Minho, Yeji, Ryujin and Chaeryeong, plus Felix, who came with Lia, who came with Seungmin and well… Then you, Jeongin and Yuna came. All of you in the 3RACHA dorm, as Chan, Changbin and Han liked to call it. It was kind of a normal-sized and lowkey dirty apartment, that could often fit groups as yours was. The movie night is kind of a regular, you found yourself thinking one day. Once two weeks, during a day of the weekend, you found yourself surrounded by Felix, Minho, Hyunjin, Chan, Han, Changbin, Seungmin, Jeongin, Lia, Yeji, Yuna, Ryujin and Chaeryeong, either on the sofa, either on the floor, for a few hours. You usually watch a movie together and drink, sometimes even gossiping, always ending with the majority already falling asleep there. You always liked these days, always leading to something hilarious, however, this time, you weren't feeling as entertained as you used to. Tonight, it wasn't the whole group. Han was missing. You asked about him when you came, of course you did, but Chan and Changbin said he was in his room. You knocked on his door once, but he didn't answer, so you left him like that. Why would you continue? Why did you care so much? He isn't your friend.

"Hannie" You hear Minho yell at him, knocking on his door. You hear a groan from Han, from his room. You get up from the couch and go to his room, stopping Minho from knocking on the door.

"Min, let Han rest." Your voice was heard and Han immediately opened the door. Minho's eyes widen as a restless Han makes his appearance in front of you. "Hi, Han. Sorry if he disturbed you…" You apologize as his eyes look at both you and him.

He mumbles "No problem…" as he looks at the floor, not making eye contact for none of you to see his tired face. "Sorry for-"

"Don't be." You smile and rest your hand on his arm. "It's alright."

"Thanks…" A smile sketches on his face, a little bit of sparkle in his eyes as you brush your hand on his arm. You were the first person till now who didn't ask him more about the situation, not that the others were bad intentioned, but you just knew that he was going through a rough time, so you just didn't question it. You smile at him again and mumble another sorry, getting Minho out of the hallway, guiding him towards the couch.

Later that night, when almost everybody left the 3RACHA apartment, leaving you the only one to leave, Han left his room.

"Y/N.." He called you, to get your attention. You snap your head in his direction, tilting it in confusion. "Sorry if… If I acted badly towards you, but…" His eyes were shiny, as tears were filling his brown, boba eyes. You immediately wiped his tears off with your hand and smiled.

“Shh, it’s alright. I know that you’re not in the best mood and that it has been hard every day, but I promise to you that someone will discover your talent and will make you a star in the music industry. You’ll be the shiniest star out there because you have a huge talent, Han Jisung.” You interrupted him and smiled. He returns the smile, his pretty and round cheeks still shiny from the tears before. You hug him, shocking him, then saying a little goodbye and leaving the apartment.

Why were you so nice to him? That's a question both you and him put that night. Another question gave Han no peace at all. Why did his heart beat faster when you hugged him? He swore he never felt that tingle in his heart or the way he felt when you hugged him, almost as if he was flustered. He realized it wasn’t just almost, but he in fact did get flustered. Another weird and uncharacteristic Han thing to experience. He sat that night in his bed, not closing his eyes for not even a minute, his whole mind being too preoccupied with the thought of you and only you. You were in the same state as him. Not only that you didn't understand why you hugged him, but you also didn't understand why you felt so comfortable doing it. Or why didn't he fight back? Why did you feel your ears burning as you made contact with him? It was an entire deligma why, your answers never making sense toward yourself. The lack of showing affection in your family didn't make this better for you. One thing, however, was in sync in this mix of feelings and questions. A thing that both of you realized. You actually acted like friends tonight. You cared about him and he cared about you. So why not… try to be friends? Maybe you would actually click.

Han was standing in his room, eyes locked on the computer screen. His ears were already in pain because of the heavy headphones he put on since early in the morning. The apartment was peaceful, his roommates were out of the town and he had the place for himself, however he only stayed in his room. It was already night, his fourth cup of coffee still unfinished as he tried to find the right beat he had in his head. Chan and Changbin knew what he was up to, they knew him and how he probably locked himself in the room, with barely any food and a huge amount of caffeine in his possession.

Ding Dong.

The doorbell rang. He put his headphones on the table, looking around as if the person who rang was in the room with him.

Ding Dong.

This time he was sure someone was at his door. He unlocked his room and went to the apartment’s door, opening the door. And there, right in front of him, was you, with two bags full of food. As if you knew.

“Hi!” You said. “I… brought food.” You smiled and looked at the two bags in your hands. He smiles.

“Come in.” He tells you, helping you with the bags he then put on the counter.

You follow him into the kitchen, opening the bags and displaying all the take out you got - as well as the products you got from the supermarket. He looked at you, with a tiny smile on his face, muttering a thank you every time you looked at him while explaining.

"I… should go now." You smile awkwardly as you finish showing him everything you bought. However, he catches your wrist.

"Don't go… I mean, that's a lot of food and… I won't finish it, so you can have some." He says quite awkwardly, but the genuine look on his face told you that he was telling the truth.

So you stay. You thought that it would be boring or awkward to share an apartment with Han, even if it was for a few hours. However, you talked. Both of you. And when you didn’t talk, you were watching a drama, his head on your lap and your hands in his hair, both of you covered in a huge blanket. As your hands were massaging his scalp, he found himself closing his eyes often from both the feeling of your fingers and the warmth of the blanket. It was an awkward, but warm feeling, something intimate, something that made both of your hearts melt. After not even a few minutes of your action, his steady breath was heard through the silence of the movie. You giggled to yourself as you realized that he was asleep and not long after him, you fell asleep as well, with only one thought flooding your brain. The thought of Han Jisung.

Han woke up in a warm embrace that night. He checked the tv’s clock which said it was 03:25. “Almost 03:30” he told himself as his eyes slowly adapted to the darkness of the room. That's when he saw your face, sleeping peacefully next to him, face buried into his chest. At the sight, his cheeks started to burn, a weird, but cozy feeling filling his tiny heart. Right there, his mind was full of questions. Questions about you and his possible future. Questions about his feelings and questions that started with “What if''s or “Maybe”s.

“Hannie” your raspy and sleepy voice called out for him, your eyes slowly opening to see the man before you already staring at you. To be honest, Han was glad that there wasn’t a lot of light in the room, otherwise you’d see his puffy cheeks get even redder than they already were because of the nickname he oh-so-heard many times, but never from you.

“Agh, Y/N, I-” he wanted to continue, but your arms wrapped around his small waist, getting him even closer than he already was on the tiny couch.

“Go to sleep, Hannie. ‘Night!” Your voice said and he swears he didn't mean to think that, if you were a couple, you'd say that every night. “Han, stop thinking about that!” his mind said, since his heart was already beating fast.

However, after a few tries, he did fall asleep again, in your embrace.

“What should I do?” Han asked both Chan and Changbin, as soon as they entered the door of their shared apartment. As much as they tried to understand the meaning of the question addressed by Han, both of the guys were looking around the apartment with a confused face.

“Why is this place so… clean?” Changbin asked, followed by Chan’s question of “Why does it smell like actual cooked food?”. Han sighed at the amount of questions the boys asked him, all of them having the answer “Y/N”. It would be an understatement to say that the two guys looked shocked. Sure, they asked you to come at their apartment, but-

“She stayed. A few days.” Han answered all their questions with this simple answer. Changbin gave a smirk to his younger friend, getting a disapproving hiss from Han.

“What was the question about?” Chan asks, quite confused.

“Well, Y/N stayed and we… I mean, I felt like… I don’t know, I felt weird. But in a good, warm way. In a way that made my cheeks redden-”

“That we can see” Changbin pointed out, as Han’s cheeks were visibly getting redder with every mention of your name.

“Either way, I’m not sure what I feel-” Han sighs.

“Love” Chan simply answers, shrugging his shoulders, making Han’s eyes widen. “C’mon, mate, you’re a producer and song-writer. Or that’s what you claim to be doing with your life.” He continues, making Changbin approve. “Give me one good reason for you to not consider love as an option.” He challenged Han.

“Well…” He started, but his mind already agreed with every word Chan said. That's when it clicked. The way he found himself thinking of you during his late nights of being awake, wondering how you are. The way he usually thought about you and your comforting words while writing songs. The way all his songs became more related to love. The way he woke up that night with you snuggling into his chest. All of these things made him realize that maybe he actually felt something stronger than he thought at first. All of these things made him wonder whether you’d feel the same or not. Whether things would be the same or even more, if he would have opened up some time ago. Maybe you'd like him too. Maybe you like him, right now, in this universe, not in a world of “What if…”s.

It started with small gestures. It started with little conversations, remembering insignificant things about you, adding your favorite songs into his oh-so-special playlist, hanging out only the two of you or even touching each other’s hands, waist or knees. Then it got to something more, such as small compliments that made you blush. Those hang outs became regular, they became a Han-Y/N thing to do. You haven't realized, at first, but slowly, Han Jisung wasn’t only a friend, he started becoming something more. He became the person you trusted the most, the person who occupied your thoughts most of the time, the person who made you laugh the most and the person who got you. You found out that he didn't have an easy childhood either, that he was also pressured by his family and the criticism he received gave him bad ideas about himself. You found out that everything he wrote for his songs were emotions he felt, emotions that you could relate to as well. You also found out that you were one of the few people he let listen to his music before editing it. He found out about your past and about your fear of not being good enough. He found out that whenever you felt a strong emotion, you’d draw something that reminded you of the emotion you felt at that moment.

Actually, the actual time you realized you were in love with Han was when you felt giddy and excited about life, you drew Han. Without even thinking about him, directly, you drew him. That day, you stood in front of your drawing, listening to your special-made playlist. You thought about him, about the guy who made you feel that you were someone special, someone who deserved to love and be loved.

“Y/N, wait!” Han’s voice was heard behind you, in the silence of the night. You stuck out your tongue as you continued to run, wanting to be the first one at Han and your special place.

Even though it was already freezing and both of you still had courses the next morning, nothing could stop you both from meeting up with a hot chocolate in your hands, admiring the stars from the nearby park.

You look behind and see Han finally arriving, his breathing unsteady from the amount of times he yelled at you and ran at the same time. His cheeks and nose are red, making you smile in adoration of him. He took a seat next to you, handing you one of his airpods and the hot chocolate he bought you. The playlist that once was his, now became your shared one, full of his and your favorite songs.

“We both like apple cider, But your hair be smelling like fruit punch, And I don't even like you that much, Wait, I do, fuck”

This song reminded you of Han, of your situationship and of your feelings. About how-

“Y/N..?” He says, a little above a whisper. You hum in response, turning your head into his direction only to find his boba eyes already looking at you. “I… like your hair.” He said, looking in your eyes as he moved a strand of hair behind your ear. “And… is that the jumper I like?” He smiled slightly as his eyes flickered on the jumper you always knew he adored seeing on you. “I… love talking to you, you know that?” He chuckles as he shifts a little bit closer to you. “And holding your hand is… always making me nervous and giddy and… fuck” He says, his fingers fidgeting.

“And even if we're just friends, We could be more than that”

“And…” He says, finally taking a big breath. “I know you probably only see me as a friend, but I can't picture myself without you and…” his eyes are teary, the emotion within him making him vulnerable only for you to see under the moonlight. “And what I’m trying to say is that I want us to be more than that!” He blurts out, staining his pretty cheeks with tears. So you move closer and put and wipe his tears, locking eyes with him.

“Me too, you pretty and emotional boy.” You say, tears flooding your vision and you immediately go into a kiss. A kiss that tasted as an apple cider, bringing your memories back. The ones back when you didn’t even talk to each other to the ones that happened a few seconds ago. The ones that you put into a special room in your heart, preparing to keep them there for the rest of your lives.

Maybe soulmates do exist. Afterall, you have Han, the guy who understood you the most, sometimes even more than you ever thought you knew yourself. The guy who made you feel safe and loved. He made your doubts go away and now you think- No, you're sure, he is your soulmate. Any "Maybe" that there once was, now is gone and turned into reality.

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aziraphales-library · 1 year

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Heyy, thanks for the reply!!! I read all of the recommendation and loved them all.

I'm here to return the favor and ask for some more. Recently I read "He liked it so he put a ring on it" by aesthetic_warning, it's a 4+1 fic where Zira and Crowley have been married for a while and the rest (anathema, newt and the them) didn't know. — https://archiveofourown.org/works/19379116 —

I was wandering if you know any fic with that same concept? An established relationship where people around them is slowly figuring that these two are, in fact, together.

Ps: this blog is a godsend 💕

Hello. You'll want to check our #secret relationship tag for more fics along these lines. Here are more to add to the collection...

Five Times Gabriel Almost Caught Aziraphale and Crowley Fraternizing and One Time He Did by AtoTimber (G)

The angel didn’t move. He was lost in thought, stuck staring where the Bentley once was. At least they still had the picnic. “Aziraphale?” A voice rang out across the street. It was then that Aziraphale realized he was staring at a pair of gray slacks. “Oh dear.”

between the lines by midnightfreeway (T)

Aziraphale and Crowley are afraid of Heaven and Hell finding out about their relationship. Crowley thinks they should communicate with letters—and burn them to get rid of the evidence. In theory, it’s the perfect plan, so Aziraphale has no choice but to go along with it.

It turns out to be more difficult than either of them imagined.

Would I Lie to You? by FeralTuxedo & TawnyOwl95 (E)

Anthony Crowley and Aziraphale Fell are rival team captains on popular comedy panel show Don't Lie To Me, where they exchange insults and banter to an audience of millions. But behind the scenes, a whole other game of truth and lies is being played.

A comedy panel show AU

Turn of the Fates by KaytheJay & SparklyTears (M)

Aziraphale was born into a very rich family. However, he is the shame of the family for a number of reasons, though the biggest one is that he is a male carrier. Aziraphale had accepted his fate of being married off to some girl in the name of preserving the Fell family legacy until he bumps into someone who changes his life forever.

South Downs by summerofspock (E)

Blackballed from the industry ten years ago, Anthony Crowley jumps at the chance to star in a new Regency romance miniseries with well-known gay actor Aziraphale Fell in the hopes that it will help him restart his career.

The trouble is, Crowley has played all sorts of characters and for the life of him, he can't figure out why he's struggling to play the romantic lead opposite a man.

Bigger Than Us by Caedmon (E)

Aziraphale Fell is the widowed minister of a progressive little church in Tadfield. He's settled into a comfortable life since his wife died six years ago, but his world is rocked on its side when he meets Anthony Crowley, who just moved to town and took over a landscaping business.

And the one you mentioned...

He liked it so he put a ring on it by aesthetic_warning (T)

~"Raise your hand if you didn't know we were together,"

Unsurprisingly, almost every hand in the room shot up. ~

Or:

Crowley and Aziraphale help plan a wedding, and along the way find out something very interesting...

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #secret relationship #adult omens #mod d

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doodle-pops · 11 months

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A First Time For Everything

Argon x reader

Request: Hi! I was wondering if I could plop in a request for either Argon or Galdor (no preference for headcanon or fic). Super fluffy and romantic picnic maybe? With some kissing 🥰 I'm a sucker for impromptu swimming in the river or something with s/o as well! Thank you!

A/N: Went with Argon instead :)

Warnings: none, it's all fluff

Word: 2k

Synopsis: It's the first time you and Argon are spending time unchaperoned, so he decides to make the most out of the moment, starting with a kiss.

“And then…and then he raced down the corridor until he ran into the door and the bucket of flour fell all over him.” Argon gripped his stomach howling in laughter as he rolled across the sprawled blanket on the grass, relaying the prank he and his siblings did to Turgon. You on the other was mimicking his said actions as the story was told to you. Tears were springing from the corners of your eyes as you tossed your head backwards releasing another laughter.

“W-what h-h-happened…next?” You were struggling to catch your breath to allow for a proper flow of words to follow through. Taking deep gulps of air and looking up into the sky, you tried to silence your laughter until you felt another wave coming down.

Argon next to you hadn’t even found the time to process your questions because he was still rolling around, clutching at his stomach. Turning about, he rolled until he was off the blanket and in the grass, collecting dirt on his attire. He was finding it a lot harder to retain his composure since he was there at the sight of the incident, and everything was replaying in his head. Releasing a few more howls of laughter into the open expanse, he paused to take deep gulps of air before going silent.

“He chased us about with a broomstick before tripping over his feet on the last treader. He went flying… swoosh, before crashing into the door.” Argon lifted his hand to wave them through the air, describing how his brother tripped and flew into the door.

This caused the both of you to return to your previous state of laughter, rolling and howling on the blanket while clutching your stomach and tears rolling from your eyes. You always knew that Turgon was clumsy but didn't think that he was awkward to that extent. You had the honour of meeting his brother in the past when you were invited to family dinners and saw how tall and lanky, he was, so you understood how funny it must have been for them to witness their brother chasing them and then falling — a pile of long limbs messy lying about. Just thinking about that and visualizing it sent you into another wave of laughter.

Rolling onto your stomach and pressing your face into the blanket, you muffled your screeches to avoid sounding like you were dying. Raising his at the sound of your laughter, Argon rolled over till he was lying at your side and watching you die of laughter. It was moments like these he enjoyed spending with you where you were equally carefree and happy, and away from chaperones. He could see the natural joy and excitement on your face instead of the façade you’d put up. As much as he wasn’t someone who was outgoing and heavily affectionate like the rest of his siblings, he always appreciated the joy your eyes held whenever you both spent time together and he made the attempts. To him, this was the best form of affection he loved to give and receive from you.

Watching how your eyes crinkled until they appeared as moon crescents or how you teared up from the enjoyment of the story caused him to smile brightly, proud of his work. Reaching his hand to brush a stray strand that slung to the sides of your temple, he moved to trace the outline of your face. It was a sight he found fascinating; the shape of your face was beautiful. He calls it your work of art, as though you were an artist.

“Are you alright? You seem to sound as though you’re still dying over there.” He had leaned his face closer to yours, speaking directly into the sides of your face. He kept his face close, watching how your head would move up and down as you took in the air to calm down.

When you finally managed to catch your breath, you shifted your head to face his and felt something wet colliding with your lips. Shooting your brows into your hairline and widening your eyes, you stared at your lover who wore a blanket expression on his face — you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. The kiss truly surprised you because he wasn’t one who was still open about physical affections without blushing or curling in on himself. Continuing to stare at him some more, you raised yourself on your forearms to lean in closer.

“Did you just. . .kiss me?” At the question, you saw how his eyes widened at the realization of his actions. Averting his eyes elsewhere, embarrassed by his actions, he hung his head downwards.

“Sorry, I don’t know what came over me. I hadn’t meant to.”

“No, you don’t need to apologize, I liked the kiss. I was just surprised you kissed me first.” You sat upright and took your hands to cradle his face. Leaning in, you rubbed your nose against his which made him crinkle his nose in response and cast you a playful frown. He always commented on how that act of affection made him feel like a mushy and that he found it weird — not that he didn’t tell you to stop.

“So, you’re not, shocked that I kissed you first?” His hands came up to rub the tingling sensation, left behind by your nose rubbing.

“No, I’m not.”

Nodding vigorously at your confirmation, he moved closer and outstretched his hands to pull you in for another kiss. It was short and sweet like the first one and you tasted the cherries he was eating on his lips. Pulling away, leaving only a centimetre of space between you both, your eyes were still closed while he was gazing at your face, deciphering if to go in for another. Calculating his response and deciding to follow his mind, he swooped in to capture your lips in another kiss, this time with more enthusiasm. Raising his hands to cup the side of your face, deepened the kiss one last time before pulling away for air.

Panting and giving him a little smile, you leaned in to peck him on the lips again before you slung your arms around and pulled him down for a hug. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck, giggling, you refused to show him how bright your face was after the kiss. He was lucky you kept your face hidden because his face was the same shade as the poppy flowers in the field. Wrapping his arms around your waist in response to your hug, he rolled you two off the blanket and onto the grass laughing merrily. He was pleased with his confidence allowing him to make the first move without breaking a sweat. Now, if he kept this up, he’d be able to deliver more affection to you openly the same way you do.

Giggling along with you while rolling among the flowers, you planted more kisses on his face and watched how he’d bury his head deeper in your neck.

“Are you blushing? I thought you wanted to give me kisses Káno?” You giggled some more trailing your hands down the sides of his chest until they rested on his waist and then wiggled them into his sides. Squealing at the contact, he pushed himself out of your arms and flung himself away from your wandering fingers that were ready to deliver torture. Sitting on his hunches a foot or two away from you, he was heaving with his hands placed on his chest.

“This…this is why…I’m never going to try that…again. No more kisses for you.” His left hand was waving about dramatically with the largest smile plastered across his face.

You could not help but allow mischievous intentions to overtake your body and act accordingly as it saw fit. Staring at him huffing and puffing about your unfairness, your body was positioning itself to pounce on him as he continued to rant. You could tell that he was unaware due to your body being sat in a kneeling position, resting on your hunches, and targeted on his. In between, your eyes would dart to the little stream of water that ran behind him, observing for rocks to ensure you don’t injure either of you. When you were ready, your eyes glowed with naughty intent as they stared at him with predatory instincts to attack. Due to his long limbs and unconscious awareness, it was the easiest attack you struck on him as you tackled and knock his lanky body backwards, sending you both screaming into the stream.

His girlish screams intensified when he collided with the cold spring water that soaked his bone through his thick clothes. The royal blue tunic grew darker the longer he sat in the cold rush and absorbed its chilliness. You on the other hand were rolling in the spring water, curling in on yourself as you wheezed about his wet cat appearance. To say the least, your lover wasn’t too happy about being caught off-guard and the butt of your prank. He even gave small splashes of frigid water to you while you continued to howl in the water.

“Oh…are you upset my love?” you mocked. Your hands clutched your stomach as another round of laughter slipped through your throat and was released into the cool air.

Disgruntled by the round of attacks you’d been giving him today, Argon wasn’t pleased with being the centre of attention for pranks and jokes, not when he was the master of them. You weren’t sitting too distant from him, and due to the gift of having extra-long limbs, it was easy for him to cast a playful scowl before launching himself at you. Lucky that the stream wasn’t deep, you simply fell backwards and sank a little deeper into the freezing water with the sound of you shrieking. Gracelessly clinging to Argon’s tunic, it did little to prevent your body from becoming entirely soaked like his.

Smirking down at you while you sulked, he mocked, “Are you upset my love? Aw, don’t be. A little spring water is good for naughty people like you…wash away all the mischievousness.” Following his words, he brought his hand over your head and doused you in cold water and held you down so you couldn’t escape.

“Ah — Argon, that’s cold!”

“Should have thought about that before throwing me into the stream!”

“Well…” you laughed while struggling to remove his steel grip around your waist, “…you were asking for it — ah!” He threw more water onto you, pouring large quantities over your head and thoroughly soaking. At this point, the two of you were dripping wet from head to toe from the period you were rolling around in the water.

Releasing you when he felt your fingers returning to his sides to tickle him once more, he retracted his form and scurried away, fearful of another tickle match. Rising to his feet, he turned to inspect you when he heard you whining at him.

“No! . . .wait don’t go! Let’s sit a bit in the water and relax!” you suggested, showing off how fun it was to lie in the stream of spring water and bask in Laurelin’s luminescence. Growing quiet and studying you, his face morphed from concerned to confused to acceptance. Of all the suggestions you could have made, you chose the one that would cause some discomfort, yet bring more bliss to your unchaperoned date. Exhaling with a deep shake of his head, Argon glanced between the picnic layout in the grass not too far away and then your unbothered body lying peacefully in the chilly waters. It was strange to witness him for the first time acting as the mature one while you threw yours away in exchange for childlike fun.

Skipping over to where you lay, his towering figure blocked out Laurelin’s glow, even when he crouched. Stretching a hand out to brush your tresses out of the way, he grinned once he saw you looking back at him. “Impromptu swimming in a stream?” he mused.

“No. Impromptu swimming with my Argon.”

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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.”

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