𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 / 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒

“Oh em gee?” Glance across to Kent for translation. Makoto wasn’t exactly one for slang, especially slang derived from outside of Japan. Or slang that flew directly in the face of her own Jewish faith. “Sawa… If you’re going to be late, could you at LEAST text me and give me a heads up?” Bony fingers snapped up a clipboard from beneath Makoto’s Buchimaru pencil case. “You missed class, too… Hm.” Ruby eyes glanced up, catching sight of Sawa’s golden ambers. Something caught in Makoto’s throat. Sawa looked so… CUTE DESPERATE. Finger pressed itself into her own forehead as she just let out a DEFEATED SIGH. “Well, it seems your telling the truth… Just… Count yourself lucky that I was already planning on staying behind to study more. I guess I can just do it with you.” Sawa and Makoto were like POLAR OPPOSITES. One was ditsy and fun and had evil doe-eyes. (Wait what?) The other was cold, exigent and distant. (Makoto got that from her sister…) “But you better be serious about this…”

          Brows dipped & golden ambers swirled with DEEP-SEATED CONTRITION ━ Niijima-san’s stern tone & demeanor reminded Sawa of her strict & derisive mother. She’d begged & begged her parents to fund her education & look at her now; A TOTAL FAILURE. At this rate she was gonna let everyone she cared about down! (& Prove them all right that she’d never amount to anything). “I know! I know! I shoulda texted you...But...My phone died!” Did that sound like a lie? (Because it was). Truth be told, the airheaded young woman had simply forgotten to text Makoto amidst all the CHAOS. The rest of her story was totally the truth, though! She really had mixed up trains! “Please...Forgive me Niijima-san! I promise I won’t be late next time!” 

@xknowxeverythingx​​ asked: “You can beg better than that, I think.” (Helena @ whoever)

Lust-filled eyes gazed up at Helena, Jeanne on bruised knees, hands tied behind her back, arousal POOLING between her legs. These training sessions had gone WAAAAAY too far. And if Jeanne didn’t know any better, she’d think that Helena was ENJOYING THIS. (Maybe she was, too.) “P-Please…” She begged, rubbing together needing thighs, trying to find FRICTION. “Please, Mistress, fuck me. Fuck your…” Breath caught, hard gasp. Even harder swallow. Was she really about to say this? To HELENA? Did Helena really expect her to say this to ANYONE ELSE? Had HELENA did this for ANYONE ELSE? She didn’t exactly seem like the TYPE. She was way too good at this dominatrix thing. “Your dirty little whore…” God, she felt so PATHETIC. (Now why did that feel good?)

          “Hee Hee~ Mine.” Jeanne Alter; She who once tried to single-handedly BURN DOWN FRANCE. (Okay, so maybe she had the help of that creep Gilles; Helena chose to ignore that part for the sake of everyone involved) ━ Point was, one of the most powerful women to ever exist was currently down on bruised knees, grinding thighs together, staring up with desperate eyes, BEGGING TO BE FUCKED ━ Talk about a power-trip. Teeth gnawed at her bottom lip. She could feel her own arousal pooling between thighs & DRENCHING black panties. This wasn’t part of the deal. Theosopher had agreed to teach her colleague how to be a more proficient “host” ━ Who better than the TOP-SELLER? So, why was her skin burning bright red & her heart jackhammering painfully against her chest? (& Pulsing across her swollen, aching clit) ━ “That’s Madame Blavatsky to you, whore.” Tone was STERN & DOMINEERING. “Hee Hee~” Another giggle & Helena was attempting to put some distance between the two of them & get back on track. This was a tutoring session not...(Gulp).

❰   ——— ✿   ;   XKNOWXEVERYTHINGX.   //  UNKNOWN. ❱

*:・ﾟ✧          In response to the words which were thrown in her direction,   a brow quirked ever so slightly.     ❛❛ Working? ❜❜     For a brief moment the woman became curious as to what he did for work,   but she didn’t question it   ( gods only knew she couldn’t afford any services anyone was offering )   ❛❛ Sorry,   I was just gonna ask if y’ could put that out. ❜❜     her head gave a nod towards the cigarette between his lips.     ❛❛ It’s just  …  really bloody strong an’ makin’ me light headed even from where  I was sittin’. ❜❜    

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                                      “Oh em gee, oh em gee, oh em geeee~!!”