Stuff, Stuff And More Stuff

Day 1: Bondage with Ambessa

Day 2: Brat/Brat-taming with Sevika

Day 3: Voice Kink with Grayson

Day 4: Mind Control with OYT

Day 5: Degradation with Cassandra

Day 6: Collaring with TLP

Day 7: Somno with GALS

Day 8: Monsterfucking with Caitvi

Day 9: CNC with GALS

Day 10: Predator/Prey with OYT

Day 11: Knife/Gun play with Collateral

Day 12: Breeding with OYT

Day 13: Size Difference with G!p Sevika

Day 14: Blood Kink with OYT

Day 15: Uniform Kink with G!p Caitvi

Day 16: Ritual/Religious with Cult Leaders Caitvi

Day 17: Piss Play with TLP

Day 18: Sensory Deprivation with TLP

Day 19: Mirror Play with TLP

Day 20: Impact with GALS

Day 21: Public sex with Ambessa

Day 22: Branding with Cult Leaders Caitvi

Day 23: Medical Kink with Caitvi

Day 24: Latex with GALS

Day 25: Objectification with Caitvi & MelJayVik

Day 26: Cuckolding with Ambessa

Day 27: Pet Play with Caitvi

Day 28: Dacryphilia with OYT

Day 29: Denial with TWB

Day 30: Drugged with G!p Sevika

Day 31: Group Sex with The Big Four

Your girlfriend and yourself were werewolves, totally normal for you two, especially in this world. You were an Omega, Sevika had found you one day and decided you were it for her. That she would claim you and keep you safe and protected as long as she was alive. Her Alpha instincts went crazy off your scent that day, like it had shifted specifically for her.

About a year ago she had made her claim on you, as hers. The bitemark shaped scar on your neck solidified that everyday, but you didn't mind, you loved Sevika. Though the time came where you would have to go and stay with your friend for the evening, full moon night. "Sev just let me stay, I can handle it I promise, plus, it will be good for you to practise your self control."

You stop packing your bag, it was about to get dark, nearing the start of her rut. "I don't want to hurt you, and I wont be gentle." She almost growls, sat on the bed Sevika was slowly changing, the effects of the full moon starting to take effect, muscles bulging harder under her shirt, her scent had changed. The hair on her body was growing thicker over the expanse of her skin. "Get out. Go."

Her hands balled into tight fists in the bedsheets. "I'm not leaving you... does it hurt?" You mutter quietly, normally you were gone by the time it took effect, she made you leave but you'd left it too late this month. "It's fucking killing me. I can smell you... and- fuck I can't touch you, baby please, go."

"No. I'm yours, and I'm not just gonna leave you. Not like this. Whatever you do to me... I can take it, I promise." You step closer, one step and then another until you were stood infront of her. "Your gonna regret that little omega..."

~~~~~

It had been hours, Sevika was insatiable, still unsatisfied. She'd been humping and rutting into you for hours. Your poor cunt was red and puffy and stretched beyond its usual limit. "V-vika... it's s-so big..." you moan, biting down on her shoulder.

Sevika's hands held up your thighs, fucking you in the same missionary position she had been for the past 4 hours. "You can take it little one, fuck just let me breed you. Smells so fucking good baby..." you could feel her cock throb inside you, during her rut she ahd almost doubled in size, and she was monstrous before.

"Need... need a break... vika please!" You moan as her cock pounds into your again and again, your thighs were marked and bruised wih fingerprints and bikemarks, so were your breasts and neck. "I can't stop little one... I can't. You can take it baby, want me to knot you hm? Make you carry my litter?" Her grunts and growls sounded like heaven in your ear, her breath hot on your neck as she nipped and sucked the sensitive skin.

The mere thought of being all swollen and round with her litter made you instantly wet. Well wetter than you already were. The slick, wet sounds the were already emerging from your cunt with each thrust got louder and your thoughts drifted to being bred. "Want... want your litter... please vika please..."

Sevika starts rutting into you harder, if that was even possible. The sound of skin slapping, your moans and the wet squelch was overwhelming. "That's it, good girl. Take my cock in that tight little breeding hole. Fucking. Take. It." Each word was enhanced with a sharp thrust, Sevika could feel her knot start to swell as she prepared to orgasm again. "Mmph vika... knot me... please..."

You claw at her arms and back, painting her skin with deep red lines, messy and unforgiving. "Good fucking girl, so good for me... take my load baby, fuck I'm come in this tight little cunt and knock you up-" She growls, biting down hard on your shoulder as her knot swells and locks, pumping load after load of hot, potent cum into your womb. You squirm and moan as the warmth fills you, warming your belly, the feeling spreading throughout your whole body. Sevika stays locked inside until it reduces in size and she pulls out. "Clench. Keep every fucking drop in that fertile little pussy baby. Let it work it's magic..."

Sevika bites and kisses you, stroking your hair, claiming your lips in a deep kiss, punishing but oddly loving. You whine into the kiss, your tongue moving against hers submissivly. But you knew she wasn't done. That was obvious.

~~~~~

Thank fuck you worked out, otherwise you'd be pretty uncomfortable in this position. On your back with your calves framing your face, ankles on the pillow above your head. Sevika was pummelling into you, your hips and ass were lifted off the bed in the mating press as she bred you again and again. "Jesus... your pussy is so fucking greedy baby look at that... just sucking me in again and again..." her fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as she used them for leverage.

"So deep... it's so deep vika. Does it a-always get this b-big?" You whine and moan as her cock hits your g-spot again and again. Your hand slides down your body, until it reaches your clit where you rub fast tight circles, making you tighten around her cock. "Good girl, make yourself cum on my cock baby, lemme see you cum so fucking perfect for me..."

You moan and squirm at the overwhelming sensations but you can't stop, the pressure builds at the base of your spine, your tummy feeling tighter and tighter until Sevika thrusts deep, hitting your g-spot with such force it sends you over the edge. "Vika! Holy shit oh my god!!-" your back arches, thighs threatening to close if Sevika didn't have a tight grip on them.

"Gonna breed you again baby, make sure your carrying my pups- fuck!" Sevika growls, her knot swelling up again and locking inside you as she lets go, filling you up over and over. For a while she keeps you folded, making sure her sperm went straight to your womb, until she finally lowered your thighs. Her knot was still locked inside you so she simply kept her cock in you until she was ready to leave the warmth of your cunt. "Feel so full... hmmph..."

Sevika looks you over, messy, knotted hair, dried drool on the chin and cheeks, bitemarks and bruises everywhere. Yet you looked perfect. Her little omega. "You are full baby... look at how full your belly is, it's bulging..." her hands gently massage your tummy which was indeed bloated. You whine when she softly presses down which causes her to chuckle. Your eyes flutter shut, exhausted from the constant hours of breeding, but you were satisfied and happy.

DAY 6: massage ⟢ ambessa

DAY 7: public sex ⟢ sevika

DAY 8: punishments ⟢ ambessa

DAY 9: cockwarming ⟢ sevika

DAY 10: scent kink ⟢ sevika

DAY 11: roleplay ⟢ sevika

DAY 12: phone sex ⟢ sevika

DAY 13: hate sex ⟢ ambessa

DAY 14: gifts ⟢ ambessa

DAY 15: sexting ⟢ sevika

DAY 16: collar ⟢ ambessa

DAY 17: sexual fantasy ⟢ sevika

DAY 18: rewards ⟢ ambessa

DAY 19: begging ⟢ sevika

DAY 20: choking ⟢ sevika

DAY 21: nude modeling ⟢ ambessa

DAY 22: dacryphillia ⟢ sevika

DAY 23: cum play ⟢ sevika

DAY 24: car sex ⟢ sevika

DAY 25: food play ⟢ ambessa

DAY 26: porn ⟢ ambessa

DAY 27: chest play ⟢ sevika

DAY 28: orgasm control ⟢ sevika

DAY 29: praise ⟢ amebssa

DAY 30: mirror ⟢ ambessa

DAY 31: double penetration ⟢ sevika & ambessa

2 YEARS PRIOR

Your father's death came and went with haste.

He was a noble man, the King. After your mother's death, he took control of Piltover and led with proficiency. There was never a moment where he wasn't thinking of the people, rather than himself. Your mother was born of royal blood, and married your father against her parents will. And together, they lead beautifully.

You said that all in the obituary, before he was lowered into the ground to rest next to the Queen. It was one week prior that he was joking about your queenhood, and the following week he was dead, only bringing that joke into reality.

Everything moved too fast for you. Your father died, you hosted his funeral at the castle, and five days later you were being crowned. The coronation was a dull thing; the colors weren't as bright in your eyes, and the dress was simply another designed to make you look ready to assume the duty of Queen. You weren't.

You couldn't find joy in the occasion. While most girls dreamt of their sweet sixteen, you spent nights dreaming about your coronation. You've had the colors picked out since you were 12 - a gorgeous mix of yellows and pinks, and even some light blue. Spring colors. However, as a young girl, nobody told you what had to come before the coronation for it to happen.

As your eyes drilled holes into the floor and your knees splintered from the old wood of the church steps, the royal priest placed your crown atop your head, finishing the ceremony with the exchange of the sword of state. You rose, he blessed you, and it was over. You could retreat back to your quarters and simply not attend the party, stating to the townspeople that you had fallen ill, but they should enjoy the party in your absence.

And now, you were Queen.

What came after that might've even been worse. Upon taking over the entire kingdom and all duties, you also took over the responsibility of Sarah - your younger sister. At 13, she was a brilliant thing, but also a hell of a lot for you to handle. To you, she was a rebellious child who channelled her guilt into sneaking out of the castle and piercing her ears.

You wouldn't pretend like it wasn't a burden, all of it. Sometimes you spent hours thinking about what it would be like to go back to when you didn't have to fret over foreign relations and the Piltover school system, when both of your parents were alive. There were nine years before your sister existed, nine years that you clung onto like a crutch.

You remembered the day your parents found out about Sarah's existence clearly. Your mother told you in your bedroom, and you were excited. You had no idea what would happen five months later, when your mother had an emergency birth at 22 weeks. She died that day, and so did your excitement.

It took you years to stop resenting your sister. Like most kids did, you blamed her for the death of your mother, but you never told her. After years of therapy, you worked through your resentment, but her constant presence and reliance on you led to the feelings creeping back up your spine, and you knew then that you had to do anything in your power to stop them.

PRESENT

“Elora,” you yelled from your writing room, as you continued to glance over a law that is on track to pass. She arrived in front of you in a moment's time, hands behind her back with a small smile. “I need you to find a knight for my sister. Organize interviews for the coming day and make sure to run background checks.”

“Yes ma'am.” She nodded and turned on her heel, quickly leaving to begin researching and organizing. You required the knight quickly; in a few short weeks, Piltover would be hosting its annual creation ball, that you had to plan all of. You needed Sarah safe and off your plate, so that you could focus on passing legislation and planning the biggest event of your royal career.

After countless attempts at reigning Sarah in, you had finally given up. You had put her in therapy and in public school, given her a royal advisor, and even offered to pay her to act right, and nothing managed to get through to her. You hoped that, now that she was 15, she would've moved past this part of her life, but she has yet to.

This was the one thing that she was absolutely against. She insisted that she didn't need a person, especially a man, following her around all the time. She hated the idea of someone posted outside her door. But her wants were too late for your needs - she would be dead by 16 if she kept up the way she was acting.

You would need three of them - each taking eight hours shifts to cover all 24 hours of the day. You had three, and you hardly noticed them. Sarah's guards would be no different, and you wouldn't take her no as an answer.

The first interview was nothing less than abhorrent bland. It was a man, of course, who barely met the qualifications and basically had to talk Elora into letting him interview. He failed knight training because of drugs, and had to retake it at much too old. He wasn’t in shape, and he refused to refer to you as Queen, rather than princess. You asked him to leave quickly after.

Terribly, the rest of the interviews followed the first one steadily. You had two potential candidates lined up, neither of which you were particularly fond of, but it didn’t matter. They met the requirements, and that was what was important. But, with the rate that the interviews were going, you truly didn’t believe that you would ever find a third, and that was an issue. No knight would settle for twelve hour days, it was against kingdom policy anyway.

Your final interview of the day was late, and found you swiftly. You were tired, and damn close to simply asking Elora to do the interview for you. You feared that if this woman wasn’t exactly what you wanted, you would absolutely flip your shit at her. In between each meeting, plans crept up your neck and you scribbled as much as you could down before the contestant arrived, and you were desperate to hide in your chambers and sort through all of your notes. But you were far from that.

The woman that stood before you as Elora opened the door was nothing like you had expected. It wasn’t like you got pictures when you looked over the recruits’ files, simply just a handout from the knight academy that was hardly legible. She was extremely tall, towering over Elora and eating up the space in the room, and her muscle wasn’t that of anyone that you had seen before - man or woman. Elora looked over at you with rosy cheeks and a hinting smile before she shut the door and left you to your business.

It was almost sensual the way the woman bowed to your presence, but kept her dark gaze on your eyes. Even bent at the waist, she took up a grand amount of space, in the best way possible. It was as if you couldn’t look away, even if she was burning you. Your eyes begged for hers, prayed on hers. There wasn’t anything in the world other than you and the pair of eyes gazing back at you.

Her eyes were something of magic - a dark mix of steel greys that got darker as she scanned your face. They almost made you shiver, the way she was looking at you. Her eyes fit perfectly in respect to her face; the high cheekbones, sharp nose, broad lips, scar drawn across her cheek. It gave her the most perfect blend of masculine and feminine, put together in one. She was beautifully a sight for sore eyes.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my Queen,” she spoke low and smooth, taking your hand as she stood up. She left a kiss to your knuckle, something that none of the other recruits had even dreamt of doing. She had a sense of unrequited confidence to her that oozed, and it was drawing you in far more than you wished it was.

“The pleasure is mine,” you spoke before you could think, clearly your throat with haste to subdue the tension that she had created. “Please, sit,” you insisted, taking your seat as she took hers. You couldn’t help but watch as she sunk down in her chair and shifted her legs, letting them fall open wide. You swallowed, quickly averting your gaze to the paper in your hand with her work on it. “I must say, I did not have time in between applicants to look over your resume, but it is incredibly impressive,”

“That is the goal, after all.” She snickered, and you pursed your lips to restrict yourself from grinning. She had numerous highly selective and incredibly prestigious positions listed for her, and she passed at the top of her class at the academy, however, she graduated several years before any of the other applicants had.

“So, Sevika, I must ask what led you to leaving your post with the Kiramman’s? It appears as if you held the post for several years, and it's a highly competitive program, after all.” She sighed, shifting awkwardly and scratching the back of her neck.

“There was an incident that led me to become temporarily unable to provide them with the service that they needed. I chose to step down under the idea that I was not serving them to the extent that they needed.” You nodded slowly.

“May I ask what this ‘incident’ was?” You pressed. It could’ve been anything, with the vagueness of her speech. Slowly, with caution, she pulled back the partial cape that was covering the left half of her body. You had wondered why she was still wearing it when she appeared in your office, it was unusual and you were sure Elora had offered to take it.

Under it was a gorgeously mechanical prosthetic arm, one that looked as if it took years to build. “I can promise you, ma’am, that my injury doesn’t negate my ability to care for the princess. In fact, I believe that it makes me a stronger candidate-”

“Sevika, you aren’t ruled out of the competition simply because of a disability,” you insisted, softly. “It was the Kiramman bombing, I assume?” She nodded briskly. “I see. Well, moving past that, aside from the oath of Piltover, what does loyalty to the royal family mean to you?” You sat the paper down and clasped your hands on the oak table.

“Loyalty means everything to me, my Queen. There is nothing in the world that could make me turn my back on the post I’m assigned to. Nothing.” She insisted. You noticed the gap in her teeth as you spoke, and you almost forgot to listen to the words she was uttering.

“And if another realm were to offer you money or land in exchange for betrayal, what do you see yourself doing, honestly? I’ll kindly remind you that all of these answers are private and not shared.” She didn’t have to think before answering this one.

“Like I said, ma’am, I value loyalty above all else. Once I’m committed to a position, there is nothing that could draw me from it, especially something like money or land. My commitment to you means more than anything.” You couldn’t help the warmth that flooded your cheeks, even though you knew deep down that she was just trying to butter you up into hiring her.

“If you did not morally agree with an order given to you by the princess or myself, how would you respond?” She thought for a moment before answering this question. You couldn’t think of anything morally or ethically wrong that you would ever order her to do, but the questions were left by your father from when he hired knights, and you trusted his judgement over your own.

“In either situation, I would bring that up with you. If I don’t agree with somethin’, I won’t just blindly follow orders. And if it's something that I can’t do, I will resign from my duties.” You nodded, scribbling a few things down on the paper.

“If you would like a straight answer, I’m going to hire you undoubtedly. However, I need to warn you before you accept this position that my sister is quite a… handful. She can be difficult to deal with and she doesn’t often listen to directions. It may be difficult keeping her in check and protecting her to the best of your ability.” She laughed, and you couldn’t imagine why.

“If you think she’s bad, you clearly haven’t met a young Caitlyn Kiramman. Man, was that woman a lot to handle. You couldn’t help but join her laughs at that one. You had known the Kirammans for quite some time, and it was a well known fact that Caitlyn was quite the trickster in her developing years, much like Sarah. But Caitlyn’s was rooted in grief, like Sarah’s.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but Sarah hasn’t healed from the death of our parents, and it can be difficult for her to regain control sometimes. So, that being said, if you don’t think this is the position for you, it’s completely understood.”

“No, I think this is definitely the position for me. I’ve trained in both physical handling and mental handling. I’m sure that I can meet all of your sister’s needs within my station. I won’t let you down, m’lady.” The name rolled off her tongue unlike any other, even though thousands of other people had called you the exact same thing. “It can’t possibly be that difficult with a boss as pretty as you.” You couldn’t escape the blush that the woman gave you.

“You’ll start promptly tomorrow with two other soldiers. I’ll train you for a portion of the day and my general will spend the rest of the day with you. It was lovely meeting you Sevika, and thank you for your service to our kingdom. I’ll see you tomorrow, Elora will show you out.” She rose with you, bowing once again.

“Thank you for the opportunity, my Queen.” She shot you a smile as she made her way to the door, where Elora was already waiting. Once Elora had walked her out, you let out a breath that you had been holding. The woman was more than attractive. She made you forget about the gala and how taxing your day had been - if you hadn’t taken notes, you would have zero recollection of anything she said. She was entrancing, enchanting, and you knew that this was going to cause a problem.

Elora found her way back into your writing room steadily after she presumably walked Sevika to the door. “Miss,” she chirped with excitement. “Now, that has never been my particular taste, but I must say that that woman was very attractive.” Elora was never the outspoken type, so when she plopped down in the seat across from you and fanned herself, you were more than a little surprised.

“I must agree,” you said, quietly. It hardly mattered whether you found her attractive or not. In fact, it mattered not. She was to protect your sister, and that was that. “She worked for Kiramman House, I would’ve hired her on the spot if I knew that. She’ll start tomorrow with Loris and Steb, could you make sure the Generals are aware that this is happening?” Elora stood, wiping her hands on the apron covering her dress.

“Yes ma’am, right away.” She left you with a suggestive smile as she made her way out of the writing room and away, and you stopped to think about it for a moment. Think about everything. This was the first person you had found undeniably appealing since long before your father’s death, and it made you wonder. Why her? Why someone who was the definition of off limits? You couldn’t bear the thought of distracting someone as qualified as Sevika from her work, not that you would ever explore that option in the first place.

You had come to a point in your life where you believed that the castle and the kingdom and all the needs of others were more of substance than your own. As a queen, you couldn’t see yourself settling down or bringing someone into your life who sought to slow you down. You had no room in your brain or heart to focus on another human being to the extent that they needed, and that was okay with you, at least for now.

But gods, did the woman have pretty eyes.

You were crying where you sat at your kitchen table. They almost felt like alligator tears - fake, controlled, obtrusive. You were the one presenting him with the papers after all - why did you deserve to cry? You chose this, you spent weeks thinking about this, it was the clear option.

But quickly, when you took your seat, waves of regret rolled through you. You remembered your wedding day, and your honeymoon. Your first date, and what it felt like to move into an apartment together. It was hard to remember how those events became tarnished by the actions of your husband when you were sad like this.

Your wedding day was nothing like you had hoped. You didn’t get the dress you wanted, and the decorations didn’t go as planned. Your husband planned the honeymoon, chasing golf and all inclusive hotels, even though you had asked for something completely different. Begged, even. Moving into your first apartment led to you sleeping at local family homes after a massive fight over what color to paint the cabinets.

This was never going to work out. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

You also had to sit with the fact that you hurt him. He had a dream, and you knew it going in. He longed for a nice, pretty wife, in a nice, pretty home, with a bus full of kids. He wanted everything any man in America wanted. And you thought you did too.

That was, of course, until you met Sevika.

Sevika was different from your husband, in a million ways. She made you feel deep emotions that you hadn’t come close to touching when with your husband. She cared for you, and wondered about you, took you on dates and checked in on you even when she knew you were with your husband. She cared. Care wasn’t a feeling you often felt with your husband.

Several days leading up to this moment in your kitchen had felt like a blur. You often sat and stared at a wall, trying to decide if this was the best choice. It was terrible, but you always wondered what life would be like if you never told your husband and never saw Sevika again, and simply carried on life how it was before she entered it.

But that wasn’t possible. Not now. Not after she had shown you and done to you the things she had. You were different now, a changed woman even. She had wedged herself into your life and now there was no going back, no matter how much you sought out normalcy.

You had sex with your husband more, tried deeply to feel as good as you did with Sevika. Went out to dinner with him, talked about baby names with him. Anything to make life feel like it had. But a chill crept up your spine every time- her chill. Sex with her. Dinner with her. Baby names with her.

And knowing that, this was clearly the correct choice.

Sevika doubted you would ever find it in yourself to do what you were doing, and she didn’t know currently that you were doing it. She had longed for everything that the two of you had, aside from the crippling factor of it. She longed to keep you at home, have children with you, be with you for the rest of her life, and it was wrong.

All of this was wrong. She was never supposed to fall like this. It was always her, the ranch, her dog, and nothing more. Up until now, she believed that she needed nothing more. She was slow to realize that, the only way she could feel normal now, was when your scent tracked around her house, and your clothes found purchase on her floor -

When you laughed at her jokes, fucking giggled. Admired her horses in the stables, learned to mount them with her, made her earth stuttering meals and let her take you out and buy you nice things. It was normal, when she watched you prance around her house and lay upon her furniture, telling her about your favorite tv programs and your favorite songs.

Every song you had listened to had become her favorite song. She migrated from her heavier music to the slow, lyrical stuff that you liked. All the things she insisted were bullshit. ‘Why would anyone listen to this?’ She had first said to Jinx when she played songs you mentioned. But deep down in her chest, a warm feeling erupted, poured out of her and crept through every bone and muscle in her body.

It was you. You were situated in her now, and no matter how hard she tried, you would never be gone.

-

The table felt larger now that you were at it alone. You had moved the flowers from the center, in order to see your husband promptly when he came into the room. You had envisioned this moment a thousand times now, and here you were. He would sit across from you, you would hand him the papers, he would cry, and then it would be over.

But unfortunately for you, that’s not how it went.

The sound of the lock turning is what made your head shoot up. He was home, now was the time. He yelled to you, a kind hello, but you averted an answer, deciding on simply calling him into the kitchen. Your plan was progressing smoothly. He sat down at the table as you knew he would, and you slid the papers to him.

He had asked what they were, and you simply instructed him to open them, wiping a stray tear from your eye. He opened them and began to read. And read, and read, and read. He sat there for minutes, reading the sheets of paper. But he didn’t cry.

“No,” he said simply, shrugging, shutting the folder, and sliding it back over to you. You glared at him, brows knit. “You're nothing without me. You don't have a job. I kept you here because you can't leave. You have nowhere to go.”

“That's not true,” you pushed. “I have more family than you've ever had,” you spat back, pushing up from the table. “I'm not just some helpless, stupid woman, y'know.”

“I wouldn't be so sure,” he laughed at you. “How are you getting north with no money, babe?” The worst part is that he was right. You had no money and no work. But, you had family, and they could come and get you. “Exactly. So shut the fuck up and stay in your place.” You looked at him disgusted.

“Have you, genuinely, ever tried shutting the fuck up?” Your tone raised as anger pooled in you. “All you do is talk and talk about yourself and what you want and how everything revolves around you. There's a lot more to the world than a mediocre white man.” You could feel the anger pouring off of him.

“What did I just fucking say? Stop acting like a stupid whore,” he yelled back. Something told you to leave, get away from him and this, but you didn't. You stood your ground for as long as you could.

“This is why I'm ending things. You're terrible to me,” you were yelling now, harshness overtaking your body as your pent up feelings raged. “You do nothing, you treat me like shit, this is the worst relationship I've ever put myself in. You're awful.”

With a shriek, you jumped back as he lifted a chair and threw it at the fridge. “Keep talking like a bitch and I'm gonna smash your head into the fucking wall.” Slowly, you backed up, still keeping a safe distance from him. “Where the fuck do you think you're going?” He yelled as your pace quickened.

You knew what needed to be done, and without any further hesitation, you turned and ran. “Get the fuck back here,” he yelled after you, running to catch up.

He was taller than you by a large margin. If you hadn't been several yards away from him when you began running, he could've easily overtaken you, and most likely dragged you back inside. You didn't want to think of what he would do to you if he had caught you.

Fortunately, you didn't have to. You ran with all your strength across the street, banging hard and fast on Sevika's door. He was getting closer, and quick. She threw the door open, looking quickly between you and the angry man running towards you both, and immediately pulled you inside.

What you had failed to notice the other times you had been here was that Sevika kept a gun by her front door. And right now, she didn't fail to use it. Or at least threaten to use it.

“If you take one step closer I'll blow y’r fuckin’ brains out,” she spat towards him, shotgun propped up and aimed effortlessly at his head. “And I'm warnin’ you, pretty boy, I got a real good aim.”

“You think I'm afraid of a little dyke like you?” He yelled. Sevika shot.

She missed his head by a narrow margin, but it was on purpose. The bullet blew through the tip of his ear, blasting it off. “One more fuckin’ word and you're dead. Get off my property.” With a bloody grip on his ear, he ran back to your previous home with tears in his eyes.

He was gone. You were almost free. One signature was all it took for you to be a free woman, and knowing Sevika and your husband, he would undoubtedly sign it - even if it meant she had to hold her gun to his head.

You trickled down into a ball on the ground when Sevika shut the door. The moment had overtaken you, but you were quickly ripped back to the real world when she sat the gun down. If it weren't for her, you could be dead right now, and the feeling took over your body rapidly.

She joined you on the floor, pulling you into a tight hug and stroking your hair. “Y’r safe now, sugar, I ain't gonna hurt you like him.” You sobbed into her chest, probably, disgustingly, covering her in tears and snot. It was clear, though, that she didn't care. She didn't stop holding you until you had calmed down slightly.

She carried you to her living room and sat you down on the couch, ignoring your insistence on your ability to walk. She brought you tissues and water, joining you on the couch. “Now, you ain't gotta tell me what happened, peach, but I'd like to know why I almost just killed a man.” You sniffled, wiping your nose on your sleeve.

“I gave him divorce papers,” more tears fled, “he threw a chair a-and told me that I'm nothing without him and I h-have nowhere to go,” you broke down again, curling into a ball on her sofa. “He called me a stupid whore.”

“Oh sweet thing,” she moved from her position on the couch to come to yours, pulling you in once again. You unraveled, clinging to her as you cried. “You ain't stupid and you ain't a whore, and most importantly, you ain't those two things combined.” You punched out a laugh through your tears, but an overwhelming feeling of guilt took you over.

“But I am,” you cried. “I cheated on my husband, there's no word to describe me other than whore.” Sevika sighed, grasp on you tightening.

“Cheatin’ on someone who doesn't love you don't make you a whore, angel. You jus’ needed a change.” You gave her a small nod, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of being connected to her for a few moments before responding.

“What now?” You didn't expect answers from her. But you craved to know something about what would happen moving forward. You would have to go home, retrieve your papers and your things, somehow get them back north.

“Come live with me,” her voice was laced with nervousness, the feeling of being unsure not one that she felt very often. “Just during the transition. If ya’ hate it I'll help y’move back north. Promise.” Warmth bloomed in your chest at the thought.

“That sounds nice,” you smiled up at her, and before you could help it, you leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Thank you, Sevika. For everything.” She chuckled.

“Baby I ain't done nothin’ other than steal you from y’r husband.” You shook your head, sitting up to protest her.

“I would've left him regardless. You gave me a taste of what a genuine relationship feels like, not just some nuclear poster board one. You made me feel things that I've never felt before, you made me feel loved, and I love you for it, and..” you stopped immediately when you realized what you had said. You love her for it.

“You ain't gotta say nothin’ you don't mean, darlin’.” She said, awkwardly. You couldn't have possibly meant it, not to her. You were sad and probably not thinking straight after having your life threatened.

You moved away from her on the couch to face her. “I do mean it. These past few months you've made me feel things that nobody has made me feel before, I really, really like you Sev, and I think that a piece of me, actually, more than a piece of me loves you, too.” You met her eyes, fear ridden in yours. This fear didn't feel the same as it did with your husband. That fear felt as if he was going to hurt you, this fear - this fear was of the what ifs. What if you were just sex to her? What if it meant nothing?

“C’mere,” she dragged you into her lap, hands resting respectfully on your waist. “I love you too, sugar. But that don't mean nothin’ in the scheme of things. I'm not gonna keep you here jus’ cus I got a crush on you. If you need a leave or go back north, you say the word, y’hear me?”

With a wide smile and a cock of your head, you leaned in and kissed her, this one meaning more than any other kiss you'd have in your lifetime. “I hear you, Vika.” She couldn't resist smiling.

This was all she ever wanted, and she got it. And no matter what she said - she was never letting you go. You were hers now, and she was yours.