A/Ns: Oh dear lord... I... I don't even know what I'm supposed to say about this. I mentioned in the Fairies of Fiore collection that I was taking requests for the 100 Kink Meme, and despite only announcing it twelve hours ago, I already have twenty-five requests for it. That's... just amazing. (Granted, a lot of them are from the same people, but still...)

Anyway. I was going to wait until I'd had another fic finished before I started on these, but... I was awake, and had inspiration for one of them, so I decided to tackle one of them tonight. The whole purpose of me doing these requests is to help me practice writing smut, because... Well, it's not something I'm very comfortable with (or good at writing, for that matter), which is strange considering all things. All I ask is that you all be kind to me lol. I'm tryin' here. I am. And I really need the practice, because I have fics like How I Met You that are just kink-city...

All of these prompts/stories are all going to be available on my tumblr as well ( raijindork), so if you want to request something, please come visit my blog to see the full list of prompts. There's a link to it on the side if you're on web, otherwise it's under /tagged/100_kinks

Also, these will mostly be short fics, probably under 800 words. Some might be longer, depending on the prompt.

Prompt: Canajane + Mirror

The oldest of the Takeover mages sat panting with her back pressed against her partner's bare chest, both of their bodies heaving in time with one another; chests rising and falling as one united.

"You're so beautiful when you cum," Cana whispered into Mirajane's ear, one hand stroking the stray, damp strands of hair away from her lovers flushed face, and the other just barely letting her fingers tease the still-sensitive flesh of her core. Oh, how Cana loved hearing the other moan; knowing that each whimper, gasp, and wanton cry was because of her and for her. It was almost as good as her rum, being able to deliver such pleasure that even Mira herself would lose control, and that was saying something.

Mira couldn't tell if the renewed heat on her cheeks was from the comment or from the fire within her slowly flickering back to life. "Cana… Don't say that…" she murmured.

"But it's true." She pressed a gentle kiss to the woman's sweaty neck before lifting her gaze to meet the one in the reflection. "Look at you," Cana whispered again, hand shifting further towards Mira's dripping centre just to lightly run her fingers along her slit before circling in on her swollen clit. "I could stare at you all night like this."

The Takeover mage let out an airy moan when Cana quickly slid two fingers into her, and gripped her thigh with her other hand just to spread her legs apart even further. Mira didn't doubt that Cana could stare at her like that all, legs spread and all of her completely exposed to the large antique mirror now sitting on the floor of Cana's living room directly in front of them. But there was only so many times Mira could reach that peak of toe-curling bliss, just from the other's hands and lips alone, and Mira was quickly reaching her limit.

"Cana… N-No more…" Mira pleaded weakly.

"Just one more, baby. Just one more." That was all Cana wanted from her. Just one last orgasm to prove to the other woman just how beautiful she really was when she crested that peak. That was why Cana had bought the mirror, after all – to show Mira what she saw every time they were together.