#thefireypriestess

[illusionaryrules]

‘*’ (Pick a boy for me ;D)

Send ‘*’ to kiss my muse full on the lips. 

Neitherof the rookie mages could move even a muscle, try as they might to struggleagainst the velvety yellow ribbons. Both were wrapped securely, covered inribbons… and absolutely nothing else.

"Homura,do you, uh, remember the safeword?"

Theglasses-wearing nerd attached to Yukiko's backside, and enjoying how soft andgenerous it was, turned an even more pale shade of white. His appearance wasusually some mixture of wimpy and sickly, he was a twig of a man; Yukikoherself was far more hale and hearty than her most unlikely friend. "Ith-thought you were the one who came up with it, Yuki."

"Thatdoesn't mean I remember it!"

Mami let out a deep sigh and reclined in his chair. "You two need torelax and loosen up a little. It's 'arsene', try not to forget again or I'llget worried." While the rookies in his tender care only had some ribbonsto cover themselves, and those same ribbons bound them securely, Mami had on a simplebutton-up shirt, vest, and slacks. He wouldn't have looked out of place in anybusiness meeting-room, aside from a stylish beret topping his messy, curlyblonde hair.

Thatberet held a gem more priceless than anybody could know, a shining gem free ofblemishes or imperfections.

"Well,neither of us have ever done. Any of this." Being bound by the expert handsof an older man sent thrills down Yukiko's spine, and warmed her thighs andmade her want to rub them together. Even that was impossible, leaving her withjust the aching, lustful need. She cast intense eyes up at Mami, who circledaround until he was face-to-face with Yukiko. Over a great height difference,which he soon bridged by crouching down. “So you’d better impress me.”

“I’ll do my best,” Mami assured her, eyes closed and mouth curved upwards. Shedid her best to give him a defiant glare. His quiet, confident smile wasenough to put some real annoyance into her acting. Yukiko was going to give oneof her biting remarks about his technique, or ask him to tighten things up onher wrists or something, when instead, Mami moved forward. Taking her openmouth as an invitation, he kissed her, deep and hard. Forcefully taking hermouth made her moan into his; her eyes fluttered closed, and she unconsciouslypressed her bare chest out further, towards him like an offering.

Hetasted impossibly sweet; it wasn't something Yukiko was expecting from somebodyof his stature and build. It brought back memories of lovely delicacies; a cake,most especially. Yukiko thought, in the back of her mind, that he must haveeaten a lot of sweets to get that kind of thing in his mouth on a permanent basis.It mixed with the natural sensations of kissing a boy, something the wildcollege girl knew a thing or two, or a hundred, about. Like everything Mamidid, other boys had done it, but none with such a convincing attitude andfollow-through.

Itbeat her last experience with actual ropes, which just left her sore and disappointed.Whatever was going to happen to Mami's two underclassmen now, it certainlywouldn't be boring for anybody involved. He proved that, and how far he waswilling to go, when he finally slipped off of Yukiko's lips, leaving her wantingmore… before crossing over to the other side, and doing something. Yukikocouldn't actually see what, but she heard Homura's muffled protests melt intoshameless moans of pleasure. Still muffled, probably by Mami's own mouth.

Themere idea of what those two boys, her boys, were doing right behind her ownback was enough to just drive her crazy. The tension and sliding of ribbons onher inner thighs teased something more, but they were just shy of rubbinganything important. Each one had been placed with the greatest care andattention to detail by Mami… and Yukiko's odds of escaping were zero.

Notthat she, for one second, would have thought of getting away from this. It waseverything she'd been waiting for. Although she had been nervous at the time,she now didn't regret her decision to become a magical girl one bit.

[mewnyarukami-blog]

You Can’t Go Home Again

One year. It was only one year. That was all it was supposed to be. Time to become ready, to come back to everyone and stay together. But Yosuke was looking at colleges, Teddie going with him. Rise was an idol again. Naoto, Kanji, they were still there, but a bad break-up meant they hardly spoke any more. Even the friends still in Inaba... they were all drifting.

And Yukiko... She’d left home, changed her number. Yu hadn’t heard from her almost since he left.

It was wrong, it was all wrong. At least in coming back, in getting access to local survey records, he could get in touch with her again. Maybe she wouldn’t want to hear from him, either. Even if she did, he could get in a lot of trouble for abuse of police privileges.

But what was he supposed to do? He had to try, he had to get someone back, some piece of his home. Or else, what had it all been for? Had he wasted the last year he had with his friends, thrown everything he had into school and the academy, for nothing?

One text. It would be alright to send one text. Wouldn’t it?

[txt] It’s Yu.

All the things he could have said, all the apologies he could have made, and that was it? Two words?

...maybe he did deserve to be left alone.

[ @thefireypriestess ]

[illusionaryrules]

You Don’t Know Anything

Next morning, Homura was gone. 

Only hazy, drunken memories of their night were left.

Well, there was one other thing. Although the clothing he'd tossed aside had otherwise vanished, that grey hoodie remained. It was neatly folded on the corner of a very messy bed. Two bits of paper were with the hoodie; one half-inside the pocket, one folded neatly on top of it. The one on top was a note, unsigned and undated. The handwriting was neat.

"One day soon, you're going to make a critical decision. When you get there, please remember one thing. You're beautiful how you are. Don't try to change for anybody, even if the world feels like it's ending around you. If you change, you'll lose everyone and everything you care for."

The second paper revealed itself when unrolled and smoothed out. It was a sketch of Homura himself. Of course, they'd only met that night, and Yukiko was too busy drinking and fucking to take even a messy sketch. Yet, it sure seemed like Yukiko's own style; same paper, same penciling, and in a similar style to sketches of a certain jock that could be found lying about.

Yukiko had even, apparently, signed and dated it as St. Valentine's Day. Although right under it was, also in her messy handwriting, 'I think, like it fucking matters, just take the gift you nerd.'

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Do You Value Your Life?

A club sitting unsteadily on the line between shady, seedy, and upscale, nestled right among the city lit up at night, held a certain strange appeal. College students in particular from the University at few blocks distant found their way here; they were experiencing new worlds, branching out, exploring, and making poor decisions.

There was little doubt Yukiko would be familiar with this particular club. At her entry, the pounding, nearly-deafening music from the dance floor, and the chaotic lightshow, washed over her. The sights and sounds of the club attacked the senses, blunting and dulling in much the same way the drinks at the bar would.

Sitting at that bar, among others, was a boy with quite long, black silken hair. Compared to that, his grey hoodie and pants looked very common, and clashed a bit with showier outfits from the other guests. Unlike the other guys nursing drinks on their own, his striking purple eyes weren’t scanning the dance floor or seats for ladies. He didn’t look around at all, like the world was so predictable that, even when he got a new drink or a girl said ‘hi’, his responses were automatic, robotic. Practiced.

He’d stick out to close inspection, but in the dim and sporadic lighting of the club, he was just another figure, among many; countless writhing bodies, some dancing, others just teasing each other with their bodies, while he sat there.

The boy that Yukiko was far more likely to take note of was almost running to keep up with her; the college athlete could manage it without huffing and puffing, but Yukiko’s roomate still found himself gasping. HIs reaction to the whole club was far different, as if he’d never set foot in a place like this before. Shuu dressed that way, too; a jersey, to go clubbing. Well, Shuu would have probably worn a jersey or sweatshirt to his own funeral.

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I want the K~ (thefireypriestess for her boy, Homura)

Homura20: ULTRA Forceful Kiss

Just once, she’d love it if this boy would ease up on the throttle.

If Yukiko Amagi, a living storm, was thinking that, it was even more of a sign that there was a problem here.

She sometimes wasn’t big on well-reasoned plans, or thinking ahead. Or explaining herself. But at least she did it occasionally. Using words like a person to maybe tell other people what she was thinking or why she did something.

Even if many of those thoughts and actions seemed rude or selfish, well. That was just how life went. At least, that was how her life had gone; now, she was literally pressed up against a person who just didn’t run by the same rules she did.

Maybe that was part of her confusion. If somebody had tried to punch her twice, she’d have hit them, hard, almost regardless of the circumstances.

Instead of what he was doing in response to her attack, to her snarled challenge to face her this time rather than running away. 

Which was pinning her to the wall with his body, and claiming her lips like they belonged to him, like the past few days had never happened. Yukiko was staring right into those entrancing purple eyes again, as he kissed her, and she kissed back without a second’s thought or hesitation.

It wasn’t like the things he did made no sense. They both enjoyed the kiss in spite of all the circumstances around them, after all. She just couldn’t figure out what force, impulse, or cause led him to shift from a passionate lover, to a cold-eyed hunter… and now, back again in the space of an instant. She didn’t feel any of his anger or deadly intent he’d had earlier, and didn’t see anything in his eyes but passion. She didn’t feel anything but his mouth, his tongue, the warmth as he pressed into her, the hard resistance of the wall behind her…

Why? Why any of this? Why was he kissing her? Why did she love it? Even though he was clearly now her enemy, she couldn’t get enough of him. She didn’t tense up, shove him away, or bite his stupid tongue off when he decided to make out with her against a brick wall rather than punch her. Although the thought certainly crossed her mind.

She’d had her share of rough boys. That wasn’t anything new. There was times it absolutely drove her wild, and times when she had to get rough right back to get the point across. Getting her up against the wall like that was asking for her to make him hurt.

But that would involve ending this kiss before it finished on its own, and that would have been a tragedy. Yukiko had no way to know how much time they spent like that. It probably wasn’t too long, in reality. It didn’t feel that way, though.

After grinding into her like they were in the club and they’d just met, pressing her flat against the cold bricks, kissing her, and looking deep into her eyes, Homura finally paused. He pulled away a few centimeters… just enough to speak.

“You’re not my enemy, Yukiko. You’ve never been my enemy, and you never will be. Whatever happens, I can promise you that much at least.

For everything else… I’m sorry.”

Yukiko blinked, and Homura was gone.

It was like he was on a personal mission to make sure she could never, ever forget his touch, his lips, the feel of his body against hers. With a single kiss, he’d brought back all the intensity of that night together, their dancing in the club, the way he pressed her into her own bed… 

Her body was on fire, and it was all his fault.

“God damnit, why can’t you just… pick one, you stupid fucker!” She yelled into the now-abandoned park.

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Not giving a shit about what day it was, Yuki shoved a sketch over to Homura with a few chocolates on it. She had doodled him while resting in her bed. "It's shit, I know. Happy fucking Valentine's though, alright?" (thefireypriestess)

Homura did not often suffer himself to smile, for any reason. It was less that he wanted to be gloomy and edgy, and more that there wasn’t usually anything to smile about.

Usually. “Thanks.”

The chocolates wouldn’t last long, but the sketch could be rolled up, and put into the central pouch of his hoodie. It was, and there it would stay, as long as possible. Given the stuff he got up to, he’d often be leaving the hoodie behind, but whenever he was in his ‘normal’ attire, he’d have it with him as a reminder.

Even if he had to go to other places, or other times.

[thefireypriestess]

“Cause why not? Do you not like me nude too?” Smirk grew bigger as she leaned into Yosuke to steal a kiss on his lips. “Doing anything for summer break?”

[crippled-kunai-blog]

“You’re different, though. You’re sexy, and beautiful, and god, yes, do I love you naked. I’m all covered in scars and lanky though, So I’m not supposed to be any of that.” He sighed before smiling into the kiss, thinking for a minute.

“Not much, not enough money for me and Chi-chan to make plans. Why, have something in mind?”

[crippled-kunai-blog]

She doesn't bother saying anything, Yukiko just touches Yosuke's butt. (~thefireypriestess)

“Was that necessary?”