Kink/Smut - Safeword (fürs Team)
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120_minutenTeam: Ravenclaw
Challenge: Kink/Smut - Safeword (fürs Team)
Fandom: Madoka Magica
Pairing: Miki Sayaka/Sakura Kyoukou
Wörter: 529
Warnung: underage, BDSM gone wrong, english
A/N: Arghx. Ich hasse alles was ich in den letzten Wochen geschrieben habe und das hier simultan am wenigsten und am meisten, also… hier nehmt.^^"
Und ich möchte überhaupt keine Aussage über gesunde BDSM treffen, aber sowohl was passiert als auch was die Charaktere denken ist schwer durch einen "It's Madoka- everything is fucked-up"-Filter gedreht.
It shouldn’t have surprised Kyoukou. After all, they had started fighting within seconds of their first meeting and even then, it had send shivers down her spine. Their first kiss had been the direct result of a heated argument and if Kyoukou thought that was kinda arousing, that was her problem. Years as a magical girl would have to mess with your head, somehow.
Sayaka on the other hand, was so… well, not innocent, but idealistic and naive and nice. She just wasn’t the type.
A voice in the back of Kyoukou's head insisted that it was her fault, that she had messed up that girl, had infected her with her crazy before the witches ever had a chance to get to her. And Kyoukou would have felt bad about it, if it hadn’t felt so good. She bit down on Sayaka’s neck, hard, and the moan that escaped the other girl had Kyoukou shivering. It was good, she figured. Certainly not right, but good. So good.
Sayaka had her hands tied behind her back, her legs spread wide and she was crying with frustration when Kyoukou removed her head from inbetween her tights. „Come on…“ She was panting.
„You okay there?“ Kyoukou’s voice was rough, the fresh scratches on her back were burning and she would have given a lot to go back to just enjoying that feeling. But this? This definitely wasn’t right anymore.
Sayaka was struggling against her restraints, still moaning under her breath. „If you get back down there, I will!“
„You’re bleeding.“ The restraints that Sayaka had had her tighten a few times had cut themselves deeply into Sayaka's wrists.
„I’ll heal!“ When Kyoukou made no attempt to return to her task, Sayaka stopped squirming and looked at her pleadingly. Her eyes had dark circles underneath and hard lines had formed around the corners of her mouth. „I have never felt this good, please.“ It broke Kyoukous' heart.
She really shouldn’t have been surprised.
„Madoka“, she whispered. It had been a joke in the beginning, using the name as a kind of safeword because nothing would be more of a turn-off. Now, it hurt. Because with Madoka, this wouldn’t have happened. Madoka would have kept Sayaka safe and sane… „Madoka.“
The name had the intended effect; all of a sudden, Sayaka dropped her head and her shoulders, fell into herself until the beautiful woman Kyoukou had fought with and made out with turned into a scared little girl again.
„I am so sorry,“ Kyoukou whispered. „I’ve done this to you… I’ve hurt you.“
At that, Sayaka laughed. Raspy, joyless. „At least with you, being hurt feels good.“
„But it’s not right…“
„Nothing is.“
Kyoukou didn’t know what to say. It had been a long time since she’d worried about what was right. So, she just untied Sayaka and watched silently as she got dressed.
„Where will you go?“
„Home.“
„Please, don’t. You shouldn’t be alone.“
„Ha. Where else could I go?“
For a few seconds they just starred at each other, neither of them wanting to admit the obvious.
„…Madoka,“ they finally said in unison and a small, humorless smile spread on Sayaka’s face.
Challenge: Kink/Smut - Safeword (fürs Team)
Fandom: Madoka Magica
Pairing: Miki Sayaka/Sakura Kyoukou
Wörter: 529
Warnung: underage, BDSM gone wrong, english
A/N: Arghx. Ich hasse alles was ich in den letzten Wochen geschrieben habe und das hier simultan am wenigsten und am meisten, also… hier nehmt.^^"
Und ich möchte überhaupt keine Aussage über gesunde BDSM treffen, aber sowohl was passiert als auch was die Charaktere denken ist schwer durch einen "It's Madoka- everything is fucked-up"-Filter gedreht.
It shouldn’t have surprised Kyoukou. After all, they had started fighting within seconds of their first meeting and even then, it had send shivers down her spine. Their first kiss had been the direct result of a heated argument and if Kyoukou thought that was kinda arousing, that was her problem. Years as a magical girl would have to mess with your head, somehow.
Sayaka on the other hand, was so… well, not innocent, but idealistic and naive and nice. She just wasn’t the type.
A voice in the back of Kyoukou's head insisted that it was her fault, that she had messed up that girl, had infected her with her crazy before the witches ever had a chance to get to her. And Kyoukou would have felt bad about it, if it hadn’t felt so good. She bit down on Sayaka’s neck, hard, and the moan that escaped the other girl had Kyoukou shivering. It was good, she figured. Certainly not right, but good. So good.
Sayaka had her hands tied behind her back, her legs spread wide and she was crying with frustration when Kyoukou removed her head from inbetween her tights. „Come on…“ She was panting.
„You okay there?“ Kyoukou’s voice was rough, the fresh scratches on her back were burning and she would have given a lot to go back to just enjoying that feeling. But this? This definitely wasn’t right anymore.
Sayaka was struggling against her restraints, still moaning under her breath. „If you get back down there, I will!“
„You’re bleeding.“ The restraints that Sayaka had had her tighten a few times had cut themselves deeply into Sayaka's wrists.
„I’ll heal!“ When Kyoukou made no attempt to return to her task, Sayaka stopped squirming and looked at her pleadingly. Her eyes had dark circles underneath and hard lines had formed around the corners of her mouth. „I have never felt this good, please.“ It broke Kyoukous' heart.
She really shouldn’t have been surprised.
„Madoka“, she whispered. It had been a joke in the beginning, using the name as a kind of safeword because nothing would be more of a turn-off. Now, it hurt. Because with Madoka, this wouldn’t have happened. Madoka would have kept Sayaka safe and sane… „Madoka.“
The name had the intended effect; all of a sudden, Sayaka dropped her head and her shoulders, fell into herself until the beautiful woman Kyoukou had fought with and made out with turned into a scared little girl again.
„I am so sorry,“ Kyoukou whispered. „I’ve done this to you… I’ve hurt you.“
At that, Sayaka laughed. Raspy, joyless. „At least with you, being hurt feels good.“
„But it’s not right…“
„Nothing is.“
Kyoukou didn’t know what to say. It had been a long time since she’d worried about what was right. So, she just untied Sayaka and watched silently as she got dressed.
„Where will you go?“
„Home.“
„Please, don’t. You shouldn’t be alone.“
„Ha. Where else could I go?“
For a few seconds they just starred at each other, neither of them wanting to admit the obvious.
„…Madoka,“ they finally said in unison and a small, humorless smile spread on Sayaka’s face.
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Date: 2016-09-05 06:46 pm (UTC)Es war hot und dann war es traurig und... Q_Q
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Date: 2016-09-12 07:15 pm (UTC)Oh. Gott. I'm so not ok right now. Ich will die beiden umarmen und in Decken wickeln (und ihnen ein Zimmer und ein schönes Leben geben).
Aber der Stimmungsumschwung war so gut eingesetzt. Ich mag auch, wie Kyouko refelktiert, ohne sich selbst erkennen zu können, und warum die beiden sich gerade darum verstehen und gaah. Good shit!