MADE IN HEAVEN

MATCHES ARE MADE IN HEAVEN // SELF MADE IN HEAVEN

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

You keep me awake with butterflies roaming around my stomach.

k.b. // i can't sleep because of you

[madexinxheaven]

@whoxyouxhate​​ said: "Is that my shirt?" Zofia @ Maria

“Nhuhh?” Not even MARIA could describe the sound that just escaped her throat at Zofia’s probing. Heart raced in her chest, pit dropping out of her stomach. Oh, no. This could very well have been a DISASTER. She’d never actually expected her auntie to NOTICE. But... “Auntie Zofia!! I-, I--...” She swallowed hard, taking a step back, hand clutched to her THUMPING BREAST. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. “I’m sorry. Auntie Zofia. Really. So sorry. I, I just didn’t have a nice shirt to wear for tonight ‘cuz I sold them all to help pay for the house, and I really, really didn’t think you’d notice, and...”  While TRUE, none of that actually explained why she’d chosen to STEAL one of her Auntie’s shirts versus just... ASKING HER FOR MONEY. Money Zofia had time and again offered. And for ONCE it had nothing to do with Maria’s PRIDE as a NEARL. No, she just... LIKED THE SCENT. “Please, please, please, Auntie Zofia!! Let me wear it tonight!! I promise I’ll be good!! And I won’t ask for ANYTHING else!!”

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@whoxyouxhate​ said: "Is that my shirt?" FEater @ Scavenger

Eyes snapped wide at the question and Scavenger just froze up like an deer caught in the headlight. Like a reptile SURROUNDED by predatory snakes and if she so moved a MUSCLE they’d POUNCE. But nothing was about to convince FEater she was INVISIBLE. (Maybe aside from a fan noticing her, at least.) Hard gulp, mind already scrambling to prepare a LIE. “What makes you think that?” Golden eyes tried to meet the suspicious lilacs of her... Friend? Were they FRIENDS? (Why did they almost feel like MORE?) “Why would I be wearing your shirt?” Great lie. Did it count as a lie? More like DENIAL. “I just sleep in this...” Pause as she licked at her lips; A nervous TICK. “Maybe we just have the same taste?” Hah! Unlikely, considering Scavenger’s very name and FEater’s EXPENSIVE TASTES. 

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sexual tension prompts

loving reminder that "my muse" is the person reblogging the meme and "your muse" is your muse! if you want to reverse these, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they're designed for all muses, regardless of whether they've interacted before or not!

[ PIN ] : your muse pins my muse against a wall.

[ HANDS ] : our muses' hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)

[ GAZE ] : your muse watches my muse from across a crowded room.

[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide my muse, your muse presses a hand against the small of their back.

[ INVITE ] : your muse asks mine into a private room with nobody else present.

[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.

[ LICK ] : your muse licks something from their thumb or lips in front of my muse.

[ SLEEVES ] : your muse rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms.

[ SMIRK ] : while interacting with my muse, your muse can't resist a smirk.

[ NECKLACE ] : your muse fastens a necklace around my muse's neck.

[ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to your muse stepping intimately closer to my muse.

[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, your muse unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.

[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.

[ DEFEND ] : your muse intervenes between my muse and a source of unwanted attention.

[ TEXT ] : your muse texts intimate content to my muse.

[ PHONE ] : while on the phone with my muse, your muse flirts teasingly during the call.

[ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, your muse arrives close to my mind from behind, taking them by surprise.

[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.

[ LEAN ] : your muse leans tantalisingly close to my muse to retrieve something or catch their attention.

[ LOOK ] : your muse initiates intense eye contact with my muse.

[ ALONE ] : our muses find one another alone in an isolated setting.

[ ASK ] : your muse asks my muse if they're single.

[ WHISPER ] : your muse leans close to my muse's ear in order to whisper something to them.

[ BRUSH ] : your muse reaches forward to brush a strand of my muse's hair from their eyes.

[ STEADY ] : your muse steadies my muse by placing their hands on their waist when my muse almost falls against them.

[ SMILE ] : your muse begins to grin at something my muse is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.

[ PULL ] : your muse pulls my muse into their side as they're walking together.

[justrpmemesandmusings]

Send "Is that my shirt?" for your muse finding mine in your muse's shirt

[justrpmemesandmusings]

Send "Is that my shirt?" for your muse finding mine in your muse's shirt

[whoxyouxhate]

          Seeing the other 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 in front of her, triggered Zofia’s “maternal instinct” — Though she was not technically a mother, still quite young & unmarried, she’d damn near singlehandedly raised her niece Maria 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒. “C’mon now, don’t cry.” Tone was as soft as possible for the typically stringent Kuranta. “Lay your head on my lap.” Pat of it with her functioning hand, “I’ll play with your hair while you relax.” (Always helped Maria, hopefully it would help them too).

[madexinxheaven]

Twitch. Twitch. Tremor... Natsuki just hoped to God that she could finally regain control of her senses; To stop SHAKING. To start BREATHING. Harsh swallow as the backs of her wrist pressed into her eyes, wiping away the tears. PATHETIC. This was bad. Real bad. No two ways about it. No one was supposed to see her. Let alone see her CRY. Papa would be FURIOUS. She couldn’t let this woman hold on. Couldn’t let her get a good LOOK or FEEL. Couldn’t risk her learning that... That Natsuki was INFECTED. If that happened, they’d take her away from Papa. And Papa would be FURIOUS. He’d beat her to death... Dammit... Why couldn’t she have just STAYED HOME. Or at least not CRIED. Slightly flinch away from Zofia’s touch as she sniffled away. “N-No, I... It’s nothing. I’m fine...” LIAR. “I don’t need...” Pink hairs met warm purples. Play with her hair/ Rest her head in her lap? Another swallow; This one pure NERVES. “I don’t even know you...” So why was she being so nice? 

“I can’--” She caught herself... “You can’t...” More accurately the FIRST ONE. Papa had went to great lengths. Put a lot at risk. To HIDE Natsuki’s infection. To keep his precious daughter close to home. (To a point of beating the shit out of her if she even talked to anyone.) She couldn’t let this woman find out... She’d ruin EVERYTHING. “Th-Thank you, bu-- Ughh...” Sniffle. Sniffle. She was still trembling... And had clearly not eaten in a while. Stumble forward. No. Now was NOT the time to faint. “M-Maybe...” She played into it, laying down, giving in, putting her head in Zofia’s lap. Better THIS than to PASS OUT, right? At least she could better HIDE her infection if she was CONSCIOUS. So she lay on her side, crystals digging agonizingly into her hip and rib cage. “D-Don’t...” Sniffle. She never finished that sentence.

[madexinxheaven]

@whoxyouxhate​ said: “ everyone is downstairs… ~ take your pants off ” (From FEater @ Whoever)

"I-... Why would I do that?" Victorian tang carried Merrill's tone as she looked across the room to FEater before eyes WIDENED in realization of JUST WHAT the movie star was asking for. "Oh- Ohh..." GULP. "Can we really do that? Here? Now? But what if they come upstairs? I barely even know you. And I wouldn't even know what to do with, well, anything really..." Merrill had lived a very LONESOME childhood. Being one of the few to show any semblance of ORIGINIUM ARTS in her family and, worse, ACTIVELY PURSUING the secrets behind exactly WHAT Originium even WAS. They'd shunned her. Cast her out. Perhaps that was for the best? Better to do it NOW than when she was inevitably INFECTED. And yet despite knowing the inevitable was coming, Merrill CONTINUED her research. Research that had carried her all across the world and through all manner of cultures. All the way to this very bedroom, it so seemed, with esteemed actress FEater. As a member of RHODES ISLAND. Soooo... What now? "Sorry. I'm rambling." ... "I'm very nervous." And still rambling. "I'm not used to people coming onto me..." Nor had she ever actually considered the fact that it would be a GIRL who finally did. If her family didn't like that she was getting all mixed up in Originium, they were DEFINITELY going to peed off if she was to ever actually sleep with another woman. Wait. What? Was she actually? ...Considering it? Blush LIT UP her features. "I-I'm terribly sorry. I'm not sure if I can... It's... That's not. It's not you. Really. It's. It's me. Sorry. I'm... Rambling... Again..." Not that she'd actually STOPPED. "You're VERY beautiful..." Mixed signals much? Hands fiddled nervously as thighs rubbed together. That was nerves, too... Right? “I’ve never been hit on before...” That HAD TO BE the reason for the arousal gathering in her panties. Had to be. And the racing of her heart. And...

[calstone-light-o]

oh im in love

[whoxyouxhate]

madexinxheaven​:

Question: Why was Scavenger even HERE? Girl couldn’t even say it was part of her DAY JOB. After all, she was a member of S.W.E.E.P. If she was going to be watching ANYONE’s back, surely it should have been PROJEKT RED’s? Y’know… Her ACTUAL PARTNER? Instead she’d allowed FEater to talk her into accompanying her to a damn EPOGUE SHOOT. Sure. Sure. She DID need the back up; Someone to look out for her in case it all went to SHIT. But why had Scavenger decided that that someone was going to be HER? In all honesty, the truth was right before her denial-ridden eyes. And, NO, before you ask, it had NOTHING to do with FEater being a hot broad prancing around in thigh highs, a skirt and a biker jacket. Rather it had EVERYTHING to do with HOW FEater pranced around in thigh highs, a skirt, and a biker jacket. Indeed… She really DID seem to carry a certain ambient air about her. She was… For all her FOUL LANGUAGE and FLIRTY IMPULSION… A very positive, forward-thinking, energetic, and noticeably present kind of person. Kinda like her FIRST LOVE and PROVENCE. (Not to mention NAIVE.) Heh. Maybe Scavenger had a time? But don’t let her catch me– 'What was that, little rat?’ Saying… That… Nevermind. Scratch that. FEater had just caught Scavenger whispering about being STEPPED ON. “Nyhuh?!” Girl froze up like a DEER caught in the headlight, ears folding against her scalp, wide eyes glancing across. “Did you just call me a little–…” Trail off. More like a sharp left turn right off a damn cliff as teeth CLATTERED as they GRIT TOGETHER. “Wipe that damn smirk off your face. Do you really wanna DIE THAT BADLY?” She glowered back, fists clenched, tryna make her body seem LARGER. “Who said anything about stepping on anyone?” Scavenger did. About FEater. Stepping on her. “God, you’re annoying…”

           “𝐇𝐀!” — Slightly shorter girl carelessly flung a muscular arm around Scavenger’s comparatively 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 shoulders. For how scrawny the little loner looked, it was kinda shocking she could carry around such a big sword! (Then again, people said that same stuff about her gauntlets) — “Rat? Yeah-huh! Cuz that’s what you are, right? Oh wait! Don’t tell me you’re a squirrel? With a tail like that!?” Neck craned backwards so that FEater could 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 at the rodent’s backside. She wasn’t saying any of this to discriminate. In fact, having panda-like features had been part of the ex movie-star’s 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃! There was nothing wrong with those features! Everyone should just embrace ‘em! That’s what 𝐒𝐇𝐄 thought! Fanged smirk only stretched delightedly — Amusement swirling in eyes. Call her 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐕𝐄, but FEater wasn’t intimidated by Scavenger. She wasn’t even slightly scared right about now! In fact, she kinda found it 𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄! The way the girl got so grouchy with her & stuff! “Oh c’moooooon~ It’s no biggie! I’ve had people pay to have me step on ‘em back in the day. Never had a girl ask for it. First time for everything. HeeHee~” & It wasn’t like she was 𝐏𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅 by that fact. “You did, silly~! I heard you. Ursus are known ta have really, really good hearing, you know!” (Was that even true or was she just stroking her own ego?) — “You being annoyed with me? That’s what we call ‘sexual frustration’ in the biz.” (Pretty sure everyone called it that). “We can totes take care a’ that in the back!” 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 as the martial artist yanked Scavenger away from the set, toward the changing room.

[madexinxheaven]

Teeth gritted, jaw clenching, bone sticking out from pallid cheeks at her 'friend's' LAUGH. "Excuse me?" Words were spoken in further attempt to WARN & INTIMIDATE. "W-What do you think you're doing?" Question lost some of its AGGRESSION as she stuttered. How utterly PATHETIC of her. Why was she even blushing for this bitch? Chest flushed beneath overalls as she THWACKED the back of FEater's craning head as if to prove she wasn't AROUSED right now. "I really don't like you." LIAR. She just didn't like that she couldn't SCARE HER easily enough. "W-Wai--, --Wha?" Eyes snapped wide, Scavenger taking a step back. Or at least, she would've done had FEater not had a VICE of an arm wrapped around her, holding her close. Brow narrowed then, instead. Anger was the best form of denial. "You've had... People... Pay you... For that?" Was it really that UNBELIEVABLE? Scavenger had been a part of the mafia until they'd STABBED HER IN THE BACK & LEFT HER FOR DEAD. She'd seen how that kind of business worked. She'd even cleaned up a few crime scenes after people REFUSED to pay up. That went for both the unfortunate sex workers that hadn't made enough money that night. AND the stupid motherfuckers who refused to pay said sex workers. 

It really was incredible just how BADLY you could abuse those poor boys and girls provided you PAID ENOUGH. "Man, you really were bad at movies back in the day, huh?" Wait. Had she just... MADE A JOKE? Fuck. Seriously. This was getting out of hand. FEater was actually SOFTENING HER UP. Again, just like a certain UNREQUITED CRUSH, and a tragically lost FORBIDDEN LOVE. "I. Am NOT. Sexually frustrated. By--..." Had the former actress PURPOSEFULLY chosen to cut off her last word? Still, Scavenger let her DRAG HER AWAY. Not that she could do much to stop her, short of causing SERIOUS DAMAGE. Digging her heels in would only see her be OVERPOWERED. So she just let herself be manhandled for the time being. Even as the WHISPERS began. "This DOESN'T mean anything. Just so you know..." So why was she following? Wasn't she just thinking about how she could stop this whole thing if she just STABBED HER. Yeah, okay, maybe she just didn't hate her enough to do THAT. "And this ISN'T happening." Still, her heart THUNDERED in her chest as the Ursan crashed her way through the changing room door.

[whoxyouxhate]

madexinxheaven​:

@whoxyouxhate​​ said: “I can’t let you sleep on the floor. Here, get in bed with me.” @ Whoever

“I-I’m good.” Yuhsia lied through CHATTERING TEETH as she hugged herself closer, curling up into the TIGHTEST, TINIEST BALL SHE COULD MANAGE. Was it spite or pride that kept her from accepting her old friend’s offer? Because she was damn sure gonna catch hypothermia right about now. Reunion had SWEPT ACROSS Lungmen; Damn near burning the place to the ground. All that remained was RUINS & RAIN. What had brought them back here? Old hope and bad memories? Not that it mattered now as they took shelter in Ch’en’s now-flooded estate. “I’ve had worse nights in the SEWERS, remember?” She was but a RAT after all; As Swire so INSISTED on reminding her. “Survived this long without you…” But maybe there was something MORE to it than that? Yuhsia couldn’t quite seem to place it… But maybe, much like being back in this house – Or, at least, what was LEFT of it… – Brought back memories of their youth… Perhaps, so, too, would being back in Ch’en’s bed bring back memories of Yuhsia’s decade-gone CRUSH? She’d never told her at the time. Just made her PROMISE to stay. A promise Ch’en had broken. And, with it, Yuhsia’s HEART. She’d made good on her own promise to never let ANYONE get that close EVER again. But… But old feelings still lingered. And… “It’s just a little wat– ACHOO!!” Girl was gonna catch a cold. Or WORSE.

          𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 — “Tch. You’re good?” If Amiya were here, she’d insist upon the “gentle approach.” If Miss S. were here, she’d slap their ex-best friend silly & insist the stinky wet rat sleep outside. Luckily (or unluckily) for Yuhsia; She was 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 Ch’en. Who was incapable of both those things & socially inept when it came to showing affection & caring for those around her. (Unless she was behind a sword & the L.G.D. force) — “You look like a drowned rat.” Was that offensive? Racist toward the Zalak? Possibly. But, it was also 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄. Poor rodent was curled up in a ball on the floor. Dripping from head to toe. Teeth chattering away & body trembling. “Is your pride really 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 catching Hypothermia, Yuhsia?” That’s what this was, right? She’d overheard the other on the communicator with Miss S. — She’d brought up their promise to go to secondary school together. One that had been 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 by Ch’en & Swire when they left to study abroad in Victoria. Left her 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 to rot in the sewers of Lungmen. That’s where this stubbornness stemmed from. & Truth be told, she couldn’t blame her. (She’d hate herself too & she 𝐃𝐈𝐃) — “I…” Hard swallow & an agonizing tug at heartstrings. She’d never been good at apologizing. Even now, she still hadn’t managed to properly apologize to Amiya. (She’d been trying). “I know you can take care of yourself…You’ve done a good job of that.” 

                                                                               "𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎 ! !“

          “Yuhsia. At this rate you’re going to get sick. We need you for the sake of Lungmen.” 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔. (She wouldn’t say that part aloud) — Crawling out of the bed, Ch’en crossed the floor & circled her arms around the small girl, hoisting her over her strong shoulder & carrying her toward the bed. There was nothing 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 about the interaction. Was simply something she’d been trained to do in the Royal Victorian Guard School.

[madexinxheaven]

"Y-Yes. I'm go-ood." Was it irony or stupidity that Yuhsia found herself thinking: 'I'd be even better if the rain would pick up and drown out the sound of my teeth...'? Because if she wasn't about to DIE in this cold and rain already, she damn sure would if the storm got ANY WORSE. "Th-That's what I said, r-right?" Wasn't it? She was quite LITERALLY stuttering, so who knows. Maybe Ch'en HAD misheard. "It--..." Lips parsed and brow narrowed. "It's not about my PRIDE!!" Then what WAS IT about? Other than burgeoning feelings of an old flame? "Yes. I HAVE." Stubbornness only seemed to peak higher the more Ch'en PUSHED THIS. "So lea--..." She bit her tongue and swallowed hard. "LET ME take care of myself..." Speaking of those feelings, it seemed that for all her claims, Yuhsia really HADN'T found it in her to fully let go of her resentments for way back when. Dammit. Why did she have to sneeze NOW of all times... Ch'en was only gonna care even more for it. Worry all the more for it. "No, I'm not going to get sick. I'm going. To be. Fine." She HUFFED like the kid who used to always get in trouble way back when. She'd always had Talulah and Ch'en and Swire to stand up for her back then. They'd even had a PACT. But then Talulah had been taken away. And Ch'en and Swire made their choices to get as far the fuck out of this place as possible. And, well, the Rat King? Well, Yuhsia had gotten SWALLOWED BY THE SYSTEM. And he'd finally got the daughter he'd always wanted. 

"Seriously! Stop fussing over me. I'm not a little kid anymore!!" Though she'd never quite truly grown up. She'd LIE and DECEIVE HERSELF; Play tricks of her own mind to PRETEND like she'd matured over the years. But, well, weren't they all still just frightened little kids deep down? And, as much as they tried to deny it, they still NEEDED EACH OTHER every single last bit as they  ever had done. "Lungmen needs me? What good have I done Lungmen? I stood by and let the Shadow Guard slaughter my very own people..." Maybe she DESERVED to drown out here. To DIE OUT HERE. Hypothermia would be a BLESSING, not a CURSE; At least... That's how Yuhsia couldn't help but feel. Splash. Yuhsia hadn't actually been LOOKING at Ch'en this whole time, but that break in the waves of the water, wet against her face, and drenching through her hair? Yeah, that had told her Ch'en had gotten out of bed, and earned the former LGD Superintendent a DEATH GLARE. 

"What do you think you're--..." Arms wrapped them around her. "Ungh... Grr... What are you-- Lemme go!!" She shifted and shuffled, struggling meagerly as she was HOISTED UP over Ch'en's shoulders. Damn, they'd trained her WELL, those arms felt so warm and comforting and strong and-- FUCK. "I said I'm NOT a kid. Put me down, Ch'en!!" Oof. She'd put her down alright... ON THE BED and as Yuhsia in her drenched -- NEAR SEE THROUGH -- Dressed and soaked wet hair felt herself tumble back against the bed, staring up at a TOWERING Ch'en Hui-Chieh, with the rain tumbling down around them, she couldn't help but feel her breath PICK UP, panting loudly as the sheer INTIMACY of this accidental moment CRASHED IN UNINVITED. She'd dreamed of this moment. Hell, she'd CAME to this moment. More times than she could count over the years. And just... "W-What did you do that for?" Was the tremor in her thigh from the COLD or her AROUSAL? Why was she even aroused? God, she really was PATHETIC. “You really expect me to just stay here?” As if to prove her point, Yuhsia shuffled, pushing herself back up and ATTEMPTING to leave the-- “ACHOO!!” Shit. -- NOT AGAIN. She still tried to leave the bed.

[whoxyouxhate]

madexinxheaven​:

“Mm.” Hands perched between pencil thighs as Makoto bowed in CONSCIENTIOUS CURTSY. “My sincerest apologies, Madam Ch’en, I just–…” HARD GULP. Red eyes were gravitating not to the superintendent’s EYES but rather the free button which left the woman’s PANTIES peaking out. Was Madam Ch’en wearing a BLACK THONG? (Why was Makoto even THINKING about that?) “I, uhmm… This is… Inappropriate, isn’t it? I-I’m really truly sorry…” Blush was burning at pink tinged cheeks and ears, trainee-officer FORCING her gaze away from her boss’s panty-line. “R-Right. I. Uhh.” Something kind of always HURT with Ch’en’s designations, but perhaps she had to take the small victory that Ch’en had even let slip her NAME? (Wait, small victory?) “I’m. I just… It’s… Not really something I can talk to sis about… And I don’t really… KNOW Superintendent Beatrix that well…” As one could tell by the NAME. “I-It’s unimportant. My apologies Madam Ch’en… I really didn’t mean to disrupt your–” Uh, oh… When had her gaze slipped back toward Ch’en body? Why did Ch’en always seem to make these URGES erupt down below? Had her QUESTIONING HER SEXUALITY. Oh, God. Sae would KILL HER. And God Himself would leave her in Hell for even THINKING about this kinda stuff. “I-, I–…” ANOTHER SWALLOW. Wetting her throat, but not her appetite, tongue slipping out across lips as she BACKED AWAY. “I should let you get back to your leave of absence. Again. I’m so terribly sor–” THUD. “Oww!!” Back had accidentally CRACKED ITSELF against a marble column, halting her retreat.

          Ch'en Hui-chieh might have been a little…𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓, when it came to romantic advances & flirtations. However, she was not 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 to the lewd & lascivious gawking reserved for drunk, lonely men, in the bars outside the slums after midnight (Some of them made it impossible to ignore. Especially when they got 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐘) — Same carnal look in their eyes? Was reflected in Makoto’s blood-pits this very second. & Instead of the 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 she felt toward those wasted losers, Ch’en felt something akin to arousal burgeoning in her loins. Very same loins the young officer in training was ogling. “Ahem. Eyes are up here, PC90149.” Tone was less 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍 & 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 than the Chief Inspector had aimed for. There was weakness there. (Maybe even a suggestive & playful edge) — Likely a side-effect of the alcohol flooding veins. “And you think you know 𝐌𝐄 better than you know Miss S?” Was she really the closest Makoto had to a “friend?” If that were the case, she felt kind of bad for the 𝐊𝐈𝐃. & What was this about her not feeling comfortable talking to her sister about it? Sounded personal; Not work related. Which meant 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 she could indulge the other girl? They could talk? As friends? People did that sort of thing on vacation, right? 

          “PC901—” 𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. It wasn’t normal to call your friend a number. “Makoto.” Ch’en instinctively moved across the room & grabbed at the younger girl’s wrist, halting her movements before diligently analyzing her back. To ensure there wasn’t any 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 — Paying no heed to the fact that the two of them were closer than ever. & That she was still very drunk, & very exposed. She could feel the 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 radiating off the other’s body. (Could Makoto feel how hot she was?) “If it isn’t work related and you need someone to talk to…” Pause & an intoxicated wobble in her footing had her chest pressed flush against the trainee’s small, perky breasts. “You can come in. Have a drink. Talk about it. Take a load off.” She should 𝐍𝐎𝐓 be encouraging an eighteen year old to drink her troubles away. 

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Pixel thighs pinched together, rubbing with as much subtlety as Makoto could POSSIBLY managed. And, considering the very woman she was sharing this space with happened to be her BOSS, good God did she pray it was more subtle than her attempts to spy on Akira. Come to think of it, how DID SHE pass Guard School? (Same way she'd stole data from Sae's laptop, she supposed...) "Y-Yes, Ma'am!!" Eyes shot back up like a Laterano firearm but Makoto was so far from a Sanktan. "My apologies, Madame Ch'en, I... Don't know what came over me." Lesbianism, apparently. And what a REVELATION even just that alone was. Makoto had been raised both RELIGIOUS and to value STATUS more than INDIVIDUALITY. Though, then again, psychologically, that suddenly started to make MORE SENSE. And, if sexuality really was genetic, then she didn't have a choice to begin with, right? Tongue swiped across dry lips and she bit at it NERVOUSLY. "I don't just think so, Madame Ch'en. I know so. Superintendent Swire..." To be honest, that spoke so much more of the truth than anything. The fact that calling her SWIRE -- Her CODENAME in the Lungmen Guard Department -- Was something she actively FEARED. "She... Kind of reminds me of my sister... In some ways, at least." Namely how much she rigorously upheld the LAW and held herself to a HIGH STANDARD OF SOCIAL DISTINCTION. "Plus, I..."

Was it even smart to tell Ch'en about this? What would even be the outcome? Rhodes Island? Was that how this ended? Maybe she just wanted Ch'en to help her LIE to Sae... Sae would despise her more than anyone if she turned out to be INFECTED. Then again, Sae would also despise her to learn that she was double agenting as a member of the Phantom Thieves. The very moonlighting that may have gotten her infected to BEGIN WITH. "Yes, Ma'am? I mean..." No, she couldn't bring herself to just call her CH'EN. "Madame Ch'en..." Scarlet eyes worked so hard not to give in to the WARM BLOOD that pumped through her system. Blood that matched said eye color. Another swallow to wet her throat now. "A-Are you sure? I really can come back another time, or... Umm.. Nngh..." Oh, no. Okay, Makoto. Just BREATHE. -- BREEEEEATHE. How was she supposed to breathe when her boss, and apparently friend, and double apparently CRUSH had just fell against her, tit to tit and nearly MOUTH-TO-MOUTH. Oh, if she just leaned in... No. No. Makoto. Get a hold of yourself. Panties were DRENCHED, though. "R-Right. That. A drink would be... Good... I think..." Eyes flicked down to those PRETTY, KISSABLE, LIPS before snapping away and her hands, her hands, wait her hands were... Glance down, further to where fragile hands hand perched themselves, clutching at Ch'en's hips. "S-Sorry!!" She'd never let go of anything quicker in her LIFE. And, even still, she'd be been holding on for FAR TOO LONG. "I'll have an Daiquiri if you have one. Or... Whatever you're having if not." Sure, she was eighteen, but Eiko and Ann had LONG broken her in to ALCOHOL. Oh, she was going to miss that karaoke bar in the slums when shit finally hit the fan... "Where should I sit?"

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@whoxyouxhate​​ said: ❝ holy shit… i love stockings. ❞ ( FEater @ whoever)

"Huh?" Ears perked up, literally TWITCHING at the sound of FEater's voice, namely the HEAT that slurred it up as eyes ate up Frostleaf's thighs. "Oh, you do, do you?" Brow raised and she smirked. how could she HELP HERSELF? "I'm a bit of a fashionista myself." That was NOT what FEater meant. And the fact Frostleaf made a point of SLOWLY crossing her legs, letting her new skirt ride up to bet show of the garter belt that pinned up sheer patterned net stockings. She may have ACCIDENTALLY flashed her those matching black panties. "And what is it you like about them, Miss Action Movie Star?" Lidded eyes followed that beautifully lecherous gaze. "The look? The feel? What kinda material? Any particular brands spring to mind?" Smirk only grew ever more DEVILISH. She was playing with FIRE, especially if she tried to pull the RUG out of this whole FLIRTY BUSINESS.

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madexinxheaven​:

           𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐘 — Heart leaping across her ribcage & lodging itself deep within her larynx. Lady-in-waiting was far too aged for this. (Not that she would 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 admit that aloud). There was something 𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 about the way oceanic depths darkened with desire while they drank in every last inch of Maria’s firm thighs, curvaceous hips, & full ass. As if she were some…Prepubescent girl who’d just realized she was into other girls. Zofia had never so much as 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 the notion of being attracted to the same sex. Sure, she’d always found women to be beautiful creatures. & Perhaps she’d cop a feel from time to time when she was drunk. She’d even made out with one of her competitors…Back in 𝐇𝐄𝐑 Kazimierz Major days. (Celebratory party with lots of liquor & more mistakes than she could count on her bad hand) — Irregardless of “childish experimentation” in her youth; Zofia never doubted that she would marry a man. Not until 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒. 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘. 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. Issue was? The woman who had her so enamored & conflicted…Was none other than her distant niece. “If you were naked, sure. But y’aren’t 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 naked. Ya jus’ look naked. That tight fabric’s gotta be, like, super constraining an’ shit.” Flushed face contorted in pain. As if she’d been smacked across it by Maria’s words, “I’ll have y’know, I’ve danced naked lotsa times. I’m still young and prone to crazy stuff like that. Jus’ like 𝐘𝐎𝐔.” Not something to be admitting out loud to a student or a family member. (Especially in front of so many esteemed individuals). “Are you laughing at me, missy?” 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄. If this were one of her lovers, she would have spanked—She wasn’t one of her lovers!

          𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐏 & 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐀𝐍 — Instinctive response to the sounds that flowed from the other’s pretty pink lips. Seemed she wasn’t the only one feeling things she 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐄. Small hips rocked forward. Grinding against Maria’s in rhythm with the music. Thud. Thud. Thud. Heart hammered at eardrums & thundered down below. Pussy dripping & panties drenched. (This was so wrong on so many levels) — “Y'doin’ okay, baby girl? Y’seem kinda, I dunno, 𝐇𝐎𝐓. Y'been drinkin’?” She’d instructed her to 𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃 alcohol until the end of the competition, so she better 𝐍𝐎𝐓 have been. Her own long, well-groomed tail swished back & forth excitedly. “Mmmn-Hmmn~ You smell…Really… 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 good.” 

                     ‘𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞?’

          Hiss through teeth & a subconscious jut of pelvis — Nails of her right hand 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐘 into the exposed flesh at the nape of Maria’s neck. It wasn’t in the words her niece spoke; Rather, 𝐇𝐎𝐖 she spoke them. Slow & suggestive & flirtatious. As if implying she should “take care of her” in a sexual manner. “However y’need ta be taken care of I guess. Teehee~” Fanged canine sunk playfully into her tongue, “Kinda, you know, my job as your trainer.” (& Your Auntie) — 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖. “Uh…Oh…I-I See…M-Maybe yer right. Maybe I should sober up a bit.” Before she did something 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 of them would regret. 

          𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 — Like an Elafia in the headlights of oncoming traffic. “N-No reason! I j-just think you can do 𝐖𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐘 better than that asshole!” (Sweet Lord, how loud was she being right now?) — “C’moooon~ Take me to the back room so I can nap off the booze~” Zofia sang, scraping nails down Maria’s arm & tangling their fingers together, before 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 her niece across the room toward the back. There was a sofa. She could sleep for ten minutes & she’d be 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐖. Or they could go back to her place & she could take care of— 𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐄! That definitely wasn’t an option!

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Holy shit. Golden -- PEGASIAN -- Eyes snatched up the LECHEROUS GAZE of her mentor drawing out an anxious hum from the back of Maria’s STUTTERING throat. Was Auntie Zofia really checking her out? Like. Actually, for realsies, checking her out? Brow narrowed, teething biting at her bottom lip INSTINCTUALLY as she continued to put on her show. Was she KEEPING UP APPEARANCES, or did this actually feel GOOD? “What’s the matter? Cat gotcha--” Words cut off with a DEVILISH SMIRK as Zofia interrupted, continuing her tirade regarding Maria’s TIGHT-ASS PANTS (and her tight ass, too). “Oh, I LOOK naked, do I? And how would you know what I look like NAKED, Auntie Zofia?” For all her teasing words, Maria really was the type of girl who only held SO MUCH CONFIDENCE about herself. It was all so easy when SHE was the one in control. But being just ‘Nearl’s sister’ had its downfalls, as would this very night if Zofia ACTUALLY made a move (or anyone overheard them flirtin-- Holy shit, were they FLIRTING right now?) In truth, the only two things Maria truly believed in herself was ENGINEERING & WHAT WAS RIGHT. And she’d fight to the death for those. Case in point: Despite her dancing right now. And her teasing put-down of her Auntie. Maria had ALSO not actually danced NAKED -- Not once. Hell, she’d barely ever danced full stop. And it was a testament to her training as Knight that she held ANY level of lithe rhythm at all. “No! No! I’m not laughing, Auntie! Promise!” ...She said right before giving that sly grin of herself and letting out a highly incriminating: “Ehe~!”

“Are you MOANING at me, Miss Mentor?” As if they weren’t being reciprocating in kind. Tonight was a whirlwind incarnated -- A Catastrophe in waiting. Dark clouds were circling over. & They both KNEW IT. ...It just hadn’t STRUCK yet. Perhaps that could also be said for Maria’s career as a COMPETITION KNIGHT, no? But as much as she ignored the danger she hurtled headfirst into with shield raised and sword drawn, so, too, did Maria ignore all the messy PROBLEMS the two would undoubtedly face if anyone NOTICED what they were up to, right now. (Least of all Mlynar.) Instead, hands fell to her Auntie’s hip, slipping beneath her shirt to SCRATCH at bare skin, pulling her close as Maria rocked on back. The benefit of tight pants: It was OH-SO-EASY to find that FRICTION to appease her THRUMMING CLIT. The con of tight pants? The GUILT that twisted around Maria’s heart upon REALIZING she was secretly seeking that friction while she was dancing with her very own AUNT. “I-, I--, --Umm...” HARD GULP when Zofia dropped the pet name: BABY GIRL. Immediately followed by calling her HOT. “N-No! I haven’t been drinking, Auntie!! Promise!!” Mmh? Golden eyes found themselves drifting, catching sight of her Aunt’s FLICKERING TAIL. “I--...” GULP. “You’re tail. You’re... Is dancing with me really that important to you?” Of course not. “Mmh... You... You smell good, too...”

“Hunghh!!” Protracted groan grumbled seemingly endlessly -- PATHETICALLY at the back of Maria’s throat as nails dug deep, hips crashed harshly and her Aunt HISSED. Head buried itself instinctually in the crook of Zofia’s neck, muffling the sounds as eyes squeezed shut and she RUT against her Aunt without a single muscle able to stop herself. “I-, I--...” Lips thrush against her Auntie’s jugular now -- Not unlike how Zofia’s had been not-too-long-ago. DEEP BREATH. One. Two. DEEP BREATH. One. Two. She had to calm herself down and THANKFULLY (Or perhaps DISAPPOINTINGLY?) Zofia swallowed, seemingly sobering -- Or at least coming back to what REMAINED of her uninhibited senses -- Suggesting that they should make haste to the BACK, where Zofia could sleep this whole thing off (before she ended up sleeping with her own niece -- AHEM). Maria remained rutted up against her Aunt for but a few seconds, hid away as she finished CATCHING HER BREATH, leaning back out to re-meet headlight eyes. “Oh, I know I can do way better than him.” Was kinda her POINT. And, yes, she was throwing a fan under the bus to REINSTILL FALSE CONFIDENCE -- BITE HER. But recovery period was OVER and her arm was BURNING with sharp scrape of her Aunt’s well-manicured nails with nary a time to SEETHE or BITE HER LIP before she was being PULLED ALONG to one of the guest rooms. Or-, Err... “Auntie, are you sure you want to sleep there? Out in the open?” Maybe that was the RIGHT CHOICE. Who knew what could go down anywhere more PRIVATE. “Sh-Should we not ask for a guest room? Or...” Words went unspoken. “I just... Is this safe?” There was only way to make sure, so in waiting for her Aunt’s response, and before her Aunt could GET COMFY, Maria took a seat on the sofa, offering up her LAP for her Aunt Zofia to use as a cushion if need be. 

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TEXT MESSAGES

a mix of platonic, fluff, angst, & nsfw

[ 📱 — sms ] can i call you?

[ 📱 — sms ] please answer me.

[ 📱 — sms ] i miss you.

[ 📱 — sms ] where are you?

[ 📱 — sms ] is everything okay?

[ 📱 — sms ] i love you.

[ 📱 — sms ] i feel so alone.

[ 📱 — sms ] i feel alone without you.

[ 📱 — sms ] do you want me to pick up food?

[ 📱 — sms ] do you need me to pick you up?

[ 📱 — sms ] can you pick me up?

[ 📱 — sms ] i miss your touch.

[ 📱 — sms ] i might have made a mistake.

[ 📱 — sms ] who is this?

[ 📱 — sms ] i think you have the wrong number.

[ 📱 — sms ] i can’t stop thinking about you.

[ 📱 — sms ] do you ever think about us?

[ 📱 — sms ] i’m in the hospital.

[ 📱 — sms ] i want you in my bed again.

[ 📱 — sms ] i woke up and you were gone.

[ 📱 — sms ] i want to kiss you in places you’ll never forget.

[ 📱 — sms ] i’m pregnant.

[ 📱 — sms ] did you just propose to me over text message?

[ 📱 — sms ] i touch myself when i think about you.

[ 📱 — sms ] i need you. now.

[ 📱 — sms ] i’m sorry for what i said.

[ 📱 — sms ] you’re my best friend.

[ 📱 — sms ] i need somewhere to crash.

[ 📱 — sms ] i thought you didn’t want to talk to me.

[ 📱 — sms ] was that pic meant for me?

[ 📱 — sms ] i’m in trouble and need your help.

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@whoxyouxhate​ said: ❝ that paperwork seems awfully boring… wouldn’t i look better on your desk? ❞ (Ch'en probs drunk @ Swire)

Verdant eyes rolled as fangs bit down on Swire’s tongue and she let an extra second pass by before glancing toward her senior. “It is. But unlike SOMEONE -- Who is a little too merry tonight -- I’VE still got work to do...” Still those eyes, hungering emerald pools as they were, SWEPT THEMSELVES across Ch’en’s drunken form, taking in EVERY. LAST. INCH. “Why the drinking? We going to celebrate you FINALLY giving the Senior Superintendent position over me to me?” Wry smirk. A girl could DREAM, couldn’t she? After all, it wasn’t like she was ever going to OUT-PERFORM her childhood friend. “Or are you just here to cost me my job?” She seriously better not be playing on the HOSHIGUMA SIDE. “Wait. Where’s Hoshiguma? You didn’t go out with her tonight, did you?” And what the fuck was it to SWIRE if she did? Had she seriously just MADE HERSELF JEALOUS based purely and entirely on a HYPOTHETICAL? (Certainly SOUNDED jealous...) Another flagrantly obvious check out of her friend’s HOT AS FUCK BOD. (Who could blame her?) “Should I take this as permission from my boss to do this when SHE’s trying to finish the end-of-week paperwork?” Brow raised. Oh, she would ABSOLUTELY milk this at the earliest opportunity.

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New skin for FEater announced