#MAKOTO NIIJIMA -- THE PRIESTESS [YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME]

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jxsticeprxvailed asked:

[ adventure ] for your muse to convince my muse to explore aimlessly with them.

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Natsuki hadn’t been ENTIRELY SURE what the plan would be. “So, umm, Niijima-san, I-I was wondering…” In fact, she hadn’t even woken up – Nor even LEFT THE HOUSE with such a damn near SUICIDAL idea on her brain. “If you were free… After school?” It wasn’t until she’d reached 2nd Street Boulevard – And the railway overpass – That it SNAPPED into place. “C-Cause I was thinking…” An impulsive intrusion. Unwelcome she CLAIMED. But oh how she’d OBSESSED over it… “Maybe I could break curfew. Just this once.” An obsession that was even more dangerous than Papa had preached her manga addiction to be. “I-It turns out that railway overpass by my house is closed for construction, so I gotta take a detour to and from school... And I was thinking… Maybe while taking that detour I get a LOST a little bit on my way home…” Hands were balled up in her skirt – Nerves were ON FIRE with anxiety. She was shuffling in place, biting at her nip. This would mark the first time NATSUKI had approached MAKOTO. It had always been the OTHER way around prior. And if Makoto said ‘no’, well… (((SHE COULD ALREADY FEEL HER HEART BREAKING…))) “Thinking… Maybe you could get lost with me?”

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Natsuki hadn’t wanted to head home tonight. No. NOT TONIGHT. Tonight was always one of Papa’s WORST NIGHTS. And it always confused her as to exactly WHY. After all, if he hated his job so much, why was he always DRUNK & ANGRY on the final day before the holidays? MADE NO SENSE TO HER. She’d opted to hide out in the library. And to stay there ‘studying’ until she was finally forced to go home for good. The longer she gave Papa to SOBER UP & CALM DOWN the better -- RIGHT? “You’re not the boss of the library, Niijima-San!” She’d spat out the SECOND the other girl had came over to KICK HER OUT. Of course no one else wanted to deal with her. “You’re hardly the boss of ANYTHING really!” Brash disrespect a by-product of an iced-off heart and a general disdain for anyone that came between her and her HAPPIER WORLDS. “Do you even have the authority to kick me out?” And of course. She just didn’t want to go home. “Why can’t you just leave me to READ IN PEACE?” Simple answer... Because those were the rules. Even the library had to close some time. But Natsuki could absolutely be a CHILD about it. She just had to comply before ACTUAL disciplinary measures were taken. Word getting back to her father would be... TERRIFYING. And being banned from the library would be a NIGHTMARE COME TRUE. Where would she go if not HERE? “L-Let me at least finish my current chapter!!” Keyword: AT LEAST...

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jxsticeprxvailed said:@Sae, Ann, & Natsuki, Submissive or Dominant?, Spanking or Scratching?, Small Boobs or Large Boobs?, Biting or Sucking?, Blood Play or Breath Play?, Public Edging or Filming in the Bedroom?

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“W-WHAT?!” There still a gasp caught up somewhere within those words. Pastel eyes were a harder and darker pink than usual. Filled with FURY. Who did this individual think they were to ASK such things? “Who are you to even ASK?” Why did they even CARE?! “W-Why would do you even CARE?!” Indignant little HUFF but Natsuki could already feel the tantrum beginning to subside and some intrusive little ideas spilling into her brain. Intrusive because she was supposed to be ANGRY. “W-Well... If you MUST know...” Just ignore the part where she said you didn’t NEED TO -- That it wasn’t even YOUR PLACE. “I believe in the mangas I read I’d be considered a SWITCH.” In the most loose of terms. Moreover she only had two modes. She was either a BITCH who needed putting into place. Basically: All bark, no bite. And she’d inevitably end up on the BOTTOM. Or she was a LOYAL LOVER who would react to your needs. Basically: Even if she played the dom you it would only be because you TOLD HER TO. (Did that even still count?) “I, uhh...” She shrunk in a little. Eyes growing sad. “Sc-Scratching...” Sharp canine SUNK into the inside of her lip. “It’s not like I HATE spankings. I LIKE spankings, I-I just...” Sometimes they triggered bad memories of her father... And there was no greater way to FUCK UP SEX than PTSD. Not that it stopped her TRYING. “Small boobs, of course!” That being said -- Had you asked Natsuki prior to meeting Makoto... Her answer might have differed based on INSECURITY ALONE. “Ooh, BITING!” Confidence was beginning to build now. The fun of the question finally peaking through as she got over the minor HURDLE of her abuse. And, with it, the offended charade she’d been playing this whole time. “Blood Play! BLOOD PLAY!” That one was just a direct reflection of her obsession with TASTE. Plus... Again... Choking had its... RISKS... “And, well... Both of those sound... DANGEROUS...” Father would most assuredly find out about EITHER. Unless they did it in Makoto’s room. But... The fact that doing it in Makoto’s room didn’t sound AROUSING IN THE SLIGHTEST. (Outside of, well... Actually getting to have sex with Makoto.) Natsuki figured that GETTING CAUGHT had to be part of the FUN. “Probably public edging.” In fact it already had her going.

                                                                               (...Who mentioned Makoto?)

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UNDENIABLE ADORATION on Makoto’s face felt almost INSULTING. A fact Natsuki did her damnedest to not take as the anything less than the COMPLIMENT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE. “I’m not joking!!” She argued out as Makoto made attempts to soothe her pathetic-feeling heart. “I’m supposed to be STRONGER than this!!” Stronger than what? Did having someone else to lean on really her make her WEAKER? Or was she the same strength she always had been -- Just absent a need to USE IT? In truth she was grateful to have someone else’s strength there to hold her up. It could get... So hard sometimes... On her own... “WAHH~!!” Gasp out, little pastel girl wriggling in her fellow senior’s every more CONSTRICTING grasp. She should’ve hated it. “W-WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” It was the smile on her face that had pushed her over the edge. 

                     Oh, why did her HAPPINESS and her ANGER go HAND-IN-HAND?

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jxsticeprxvailed  asked:

“My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?” (@ Natsuki)

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Blinking... --CONTINUED BLINKING... Tilt of her tiny head to the side. Emphasizing her twiggy little neck. “Why can’t you get them yourself?” She wasn’t USED to people asking favors of her, in all honesty. Nor did she ever dare ask anyone else for favors these days. In the past, all efforts to reach out were met with either a SEVERE BEATING or MOCKING HUMILIATION. The latter from her peers and the former (BOTH) from her father. “I mean, sure. I guess.” There had absolutely been times when she had her own hands full that she WISHED she had someone to open the door. “People can be so weird... Like little army ants...” With that she slipped her hand into Makoto’s pocket, freezing up SLIGHTLY at the smooth warmth that blessed her fingertips through THIN FABRICS. “What the--” Forced cough -- An attempt to shake away the rather ALIEN SENSATION. “Hey, do you have a pen?” She usually ALWAYS kept a pen and paper on her at all times. But today she lost her pen. IRONICALLY dropping it while reaching for her phys-ed kit the other kids had thrown atop the lockers. (One of the many ways they periodically mocked her height...) She could’ve used some help THEN...

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jxsticeprxvailed asked:

“ so are we going to kiss or not? ” @Natsuki

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                                                                                       “WHAT?!” 

Pastel eyes snapped wide in shock and panic. She had NOT been ready for such a question. Come to think of it, Makoto always seemed to have that effect on her. Each new day constantly taking a SLEDGEHAMMER to her guard and making her wonder more and more each day Makoto Niijima truly was that Parfait Girl she’d always DREAMED ABOUT. “A-Are you out of your–” Catch of her own emotions. Now was not the place to LOSE TO THEM. “What makes you think–” Another catch. In truth she just felt an OBSESSIVE NECESSITY to push Makoto away right now. Love was one of those things FORBIDDEN of the atrophied girl. And Papa would beat the shit out of her if he found out she had found someone – ANYONE – to love other than him. To add in the factor of Makoto being a GIRL with a PROSECUTION OFFICER for a sister. Oh there was NO WAY IN HELL that would do… “I just– I mean-…” Tremulous beat of her heart. She was scared. SCARED TO DEATH. Would Makoto take her FEARFUL HESITANCE as HEARTLESS DENIAL? She hoped not. It gave her this intense, inexplicable spreading pain in her chest. IT HURT. “Is that really a good idea? Isn’t it kind of… INAPPROPRIATE?”