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this chapter contains public humiliation and rather intense degradation!!!

billie; dom; gxg

-your pov-

…

you sigh and roll your eyes as you read the newest addition to the bathroom wall.

CALL ***-***-**** FOR A GOOD LAY it read.

your cheeks flushed with heat as you turned to your friends, head down.

“seriously, you need to do something about this. why don’t you stand up for yourself?” your best friend asks.

billie had been taking shots at you, leaving humiliating comments all over the school through social media posts, writings on the bathroom wall.

now she’d written your number on the bathroom wall, labeling you to just be a good lay.

so your best friend had a point.

why didn’t you stand up for yourself?

well…

TWO HOURS EARLIER:

your body was hot, buzzing with need under her condescending stare.

“what a slut you are to be this turned on because i publicly called you a whore.” she spat at you.

involuntarily, you moaned in response, the sound reverberating off the walls of the empty locker room.

“you just love to be humiliated, don’t you?” billie rasped, her lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“speak up and answer me.” her tone now stern and demanding.

“yes, fuck, i love it.” you breathe out, your cheeks heating.

what you hadn’t told your friends was that this bullying thing was nothing but a gig.

billie got off on being mean to people. she generally was a bully.

it started off that way with you. rude comments and bumping into you in the halls, laughing whenever you raised your hand in class and throwing paper balls with the word NERD scribbled into it.

until one day the two of you were cornered.

it was after gym class and everyone had left the locker room. typically, you’d try to rush and change in an attempt to avoid her but this time, you were tired and didn’t have the energy to rush.

it was just you two, alone. the lights went out and you closed your locker door to see billie standing beside it, her usual shit-eating grin plastered on that stupidly beautiful face.

before you knew it, you were both naked. she degraded you for fucking her even though she was such a raging bitch to you and that’s when she realized… you were into it.

after the first time, it became a regular thing to linger after gym or meet in the locker room during free periods just to get your fill.

afterwards, she’d always continue her bitchy behavior. calling you a slut, telling people how easily you give it up. you both knew it wasn’t true but you couldn’t get enough.

she made you feel used and worthless in the best way and you fucking loved it.

her lips came crashing onto yours, finally, after what felt like an eternity of teasing. her fingers running lightly across your body, lips brushing your neck every now and then.

the teasing itself felt like a humiliation ritual. to see how needy you got, how heavy your breathing became, the way you felt like you would cum if she did so much as to touch you once.

with her tongue in your mouth, you felt completely at her disposal. she could do anything to you right now, and you wouldn’t utter a single word of detest.

her hand drifted into your sweats, teasing your slit.

“so wet.. fuck.” she mumbled against your lips. it was true. you were always unbelievably wet for her.

she used two fingers to spread you open, tracing soft circles on your clit. your breathing picked up, your head falling onto her shoulder.

“what is it, baby? you want me?” she asked in a teasing tone.

“so bad.” you breathed out.

she slipped two fingers into you and you gasped at the fullness. the way she took over your body in a matter of seconds was unfathomable.

you never thought someone could have so much control in such little time. one touch and you were entirely hers.

she moved slowly, like she needed to feel you to survive. “you feel so fucking good on me. so tight, so wet, so needy.”

your hips ground desperately against her hand, “m-more, please..” you whined.

“yeah? you want more?” she asked, tilting your head up to meet her eyes as you nod feverishly.

“such a greedy little thing, aren’t you, mama?” she degrades and you moan instinctively.

she picks up her pace, her thrusts deep and hard.

“o-oh my god, billie!” you exclaim at the sudden change in pace. she moves her free hand to cover your mouth.

“so much of a slut that you’re willing to get caught because you can’t keep your fucking mouth shut, huh?” she presses, fucking you harder.

at this point, you’re falling apart. you can hardly hold yourself up and you’re already anticipating the berating comments she’s gonna have to serve up after this and it makes your stomach twist with excitement.

the best part was, no matter how much she embarrassed you, you were still her little secret.

everyone thought you hated each other. no one knew she was fucking you senselessly behind closed doors.

you feel a pit form in your stomach and you know you’re close but a part of you doesn’t want to cum yet. a part of you wants to stay in this moment, needy and desperate for her.

but before you can think to do anything else, a heat rushes over your body and you’re making a mess all over her hand as you cum.

“mhmm, attagirl. keep riding.” she praises and you oblige.

your hips rolling against her hand, stuttering with each movement from how violently you’re shaking.

she eventually pulls out, a disgusting smirk on her face.

“wait till everyone hears about this one. let me get you cleaned up, mama.”

you groan inwardly but deep down, you’re excited for the slander you’re about to receive.

to know that you’re the only two people who know the leverage behind her comments turns you on to a level that is inexplicable.

and that was why you never stood up to your supposed bully.

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it was always the same routine on tuesdays. megan would show up at your house after school looking like she hadn't slept in three days all limbs and nervous energy and that stupid puppy dog desperation that she couldn't seem to shake.

she looked like she was constantly on the verge of crumbling her shoulders hunched as if she were trying to make herself smaller though she never quite succeeded. she was a loser plain and simple clumsy sweaty and completely incapable of holding herself together when you were in the room.

you watched her from the doorway leaning against the frame with a practiced air of bored indifference. you looked every bit the queen bee you were your hair perfect even after a full day of classes your expression one of mild amusement mixed with something sharper something almost cruel.

you were wearing a tiny white tank top that showed off the sharp lines of your collarbones and a pair of baggy boxers you had stolen from megan's apartment the week before. you liked the way they felt against your skin a constant private reminder of the girl currently squirming on your bed.

"you're late megan" you said your voice smooth and cold as ice. megan flinched at the sound of it her head snapping up. her face was already flushed a deep pink her eyes wide and watering slightly. "i-i know, sorry… the bus was just-“

"i don't really care about the bus." you cut her off walking into the room with slow deliberate steps. you didn't sit down immediately instead you circled the bed like you were inspecting a piece of property. you noticed how megan's breathing had already begun to quicken how her thighs were pressed tightly together shaking almost imperceptibly.

you knew exactly what was happening. you knew about the missing underwear in your own drawers the damp patches on the hoodies megan borrowed the way megan couldn't seem to keep her hands off herself whenever she thought you weren't looking.

megan was already unraveling. she looked pathetic sprawled across the duvet with her fingers digging into the fabric. she was already hard the unmistakable bulge straining against her jeans. she looked like she wanted to cry and beg at the same time her lips parted as she let out a whimper that sounded painfully needy.

"you're already making those noises" you noted stopping at the edge of the bed. you looked down at megan with undisguised disdain. "you're such a mess. do you ever actually control yourself?"

"baby.. i-i try" megan whined her voice cracking on the last syllable. she sounded so small so helpless. "it's just... when i'm here y/n. it's hard."

you let out a soft mocking laugh. you sat down on the edge of the mattress not touching megan yet just letting the girl suffer under your gaze. you could see the sweat beading at megan's hairline the way her chest was heaving. the power dynamic was delicious the way you held every single piece of megan's composure in the palm of your hand.

"well you're not doing a very good job of trying" you said. you reached out not to comfort her but to hook two fingers under megan's chin forcing her to meet your gaze. megan's eyes were glassy completely undone. "you're shaking like a leaf. it's embarrassing."

"please" megan whispered the word barely audible. she didn't even know what she was asking for only that she needed the torment to end or perhaps for it to escalate into something she could finally lose herself in.

your smile didn't reach your eyes. you liked this the way megan crumbled at the slightest provocation. you liked knowing that you could break this girl apart just by speaking to her. slowly you shifted sliding off the edge of the bed to kneel between megan's spread legs. you could feel the heat radiating off megan's body the desperate energy that seemed to fill the space between them.

"if you're going to be this pathetic about it" you murmured your fingers moving to the button of megan's jeans "then i guess i'll have to show you how to actually handle it."

you didn't rush. you took your time undoing the denim savoring the way megan's hips jerked upward at the contact. when the fabric finally gave way revealing how badly megan needed you you felt a surge of satisfaction. you wanted to see every reaction every gasp every shameful sound. you wanted to milk every drop of desperation out of her.

you leaned forward your breath hot against the sensitive skin of megan's inner thigh. you watched as megan's head fell back against the pillow her eyes fluttering closed as she let out a broken keening sound. you knew what came next and you knew exactly how you were going to make megan beg for it.

you didn't rush to finish what you had started. you wanted to prolong the agony to watch megan squirm under the weight of her own need. you peeled back the fabric of megan's underwear with agonizing slowness exposing her completely to the cool air of the room. megan looked so exposed so vulnerable her hips twitching involuntarily as the air hit her sensitive skin. she looked like she was begging without even saying the words her entire body arched toward you.

"look at you" you whispered your voice dripping with mock pity as you reached out to trace the length of her. "you're already leaky. you're such a filthy loser aren't you?"

megan couldn't even answer. she could only let out another broken whimper her fingers tangling in the bedsheets as she tried to anchor herself. you finally closed the distance your tongue flicking out to taste the salty heat of her. you started slow teasing the tip swirling around the sensitive head before taking her fully into your mouth.

the reaction was instant. megan's entire body convulsed her back lifting off the mattress as a strangled scream died in her throat. she sounded like she was breaking apart. you kept your rhythm steady and relentless using your tongue to stroke and your lips to create a tight sucking pressure that made megan's toes curl. you could taste how desperate megan was the saltiness of her sweat mixing with the slick heat of her arousal. "y-y/n... please... oh god y/n please" megan sobbed out her voice thick with pleasure and shame. she was completely lost her eyes rolled back as she surrendered everything to you.

you didn't stop. you increased the pace your hand wrapping around the base to provide a steady punishing friction while your mouth worked feverishly above. you wanted to milk every single ounce of pleasure out of her. you wanted to see megan reduced to nothing but raw sensation. you could feel the tension building in megan's thighs the way her muscles were coiled tight like a spring ready to snap.

you shifted your grip using your free hand to cup megan's balls kneading them gently between your fingers as you continued to suckle. the dual stimulation was too much for megan; she began to thrash beneath you her hips bucking wildly. she was close so close her breathing coming in short ragged gasps that sounded more like hyperventilation than anything else.

"that's it baby.. give it to me." you commanded against her skin your voice muffled but clear enough to send fresh waves of electricity through the girl above you.

megan finally broke. with one last desperate cry that sounded almost like a plea for mercy she came. she shuddered violently her entire body seizing up as she spilled over your tongue. you didn't pull away; you stayed right there swallowing every drop milking the last of the tremors from megan's body until the girl finally collapsed back onto the pillow panting and completely spent.

but you weren't done yet. you pulled back slowly strands of saliva connecting them in the dim light. you looked up at megan's flushed wrecked face with a cold satisfied smile. megan looked like she had been through a war her eyes unfocused and her lips swollen.

"that was just the first time" you murmured wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. you leaned up pressing your face closer to megan's letting her see the hunger still burning in your own eyes. "i told you i was going to teach you how to behave. now we're going to do it again."

you moved higher positioning yourself so you could look megan directly in the eyes as you prepared to take her again. you wanted to watch the exact moment megan lost herself for the second third time. you wanted to see her face painted with the evidence of how badly she needed to be owned.

you didn't give her time to recover. you knew her body was still hypersensitive from that first climax and you intended to exploit every single nerve ending. you reached down again her fingers finding the slick evidence of her release before you pressed your mouth back against her. this time you weren't gentle. you wanted her to feel the full weight of your control. you focused on the cock that was already twitching and leaking from her earlier release. you used your tongue with a more demanding rhythm licking and swirling around the head with an intensity that made her hips buck involuntarily against your face.

"stay still, puppy." you commanded when she tried to squirm away from the overwhelming sensation. you grabbed both of her wrists pinning them to the pillow above her head with one hand. it was a display of dominance that made her whimper but she didn't fight you. she couldn't. she simply laid there helpless beneath you her chest heaving as she stared up at you with pupils blown wide with need.

you watched her unravel. you watched the way her throat bobbed when she swallowed hard and the way her thighs trembled violently. you shifted your grip moving your hand down to cup her balls while your mouth worked feverishly. you wanted to taste every drop of her desperation. you pressed your tongue harder against the sensitive tip swirling it in circles while your thumb applied steady pressure to the base. you wanted to see how much more she could take before she completely snapped.

you watched her eyes roll back as soon as your tongue found that sensitive spot again. she was already close this time her body reacting to your touch before you even fully engaged. her hips began to grind against your mouth seeking more friction seeking more of you. you didn't give it to her freely. you pulled back suddenly leaving her gasping and desperate the sudden absence of your tongue making her whimper like a wounded animal.

"please," she choked out the word barely audible as she arched her back trying to force herself against you. "please y/n don't stop."

"did i say you could speak?" you murmured against her inner thigh before moving back up to face her again. you wanted her to understand that every second of pleasure was a gift you chose to give. you returned to her cock taking the swollen head back into your mouth but this time you used your teeth. you grazed the sensitive underside with the faintest pressure sending electricity shooting through her entire frame.

megan's legs fell open wider her thighs shaking so hard they could barely support her. you could feel the heat pouring off her. you increased the suction making it deep and punishing your throat working to draw every ounce of feeling out of her. you wanted her to feel like she was drowning in you. you wanted her to forget everything except the way your mouth felt wrapped around her.

your hand moved in perfect sync with your mouth stroking the length of her with firm deliberate motions. you watched her face through half lidded eyes. she looked wrecked. her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson and her mouth hung open as she struggled for air. she was completely at your mercy and you savored every second of it.

"that's it puppy, break for me." you commanded between slow, kitten licks.

she couldn't hold it back. the tension in her body coiled tighter and tighter until she finally snapped. her hips jerked upward with violent force as she came again. she cried out your name as she spilled over your tongue the release so intense it seemed to shock her system. her entire body went rigid before melting back into the mattress. she was sobbing now small broken sounds of pure overstimulation.

you didn't pull away immediately. you stayed connected to her milking the last of the tremors through slow deliberate strokes of your tongue until she finally went limp. you pulled back slowly letting the saliva string between you as you looked down at her ruined expression. she looked pathetic. she looked perfect.

manon x f!reader

nepo!girlfriend y/n.

supportive manon.

girlfriend!manon who meets you at a concert of theirs. during sound checks you guys kept making eye contact. she was very drawn to you. her eyes diverted to you at lot during the concert. you made her perform better that night. she found you after the show and asked for your instagram. from that night you guys texted nonstop and both developed crazy feeling for each other. you guys made it official after 2 months, you guys were inseparable.

“hey. what’s your name?”

“can i get your instagram?”

“i want to get to know you y/n”

“i love being with you, i want you to be my girlfriend.. will you be my girlfriend?”

girlfriend!manon who takes you everywhere with her so a lot of people started taking and posting pictures of you two together. everyone wanted to know who you were to her. pictures posted all over twitter. them finding you in her following list.

“oh my god, who is she.”

“manon is liking all of her pictures.”

“they have to be dating.”

“wait she’s gorgeous omg.”

girlfriend!manon who posted you on your birthday which confirmed the dating rumors to be true. and every since she never stopped posting you. she was so loud about her love towards you and how proud she was to be your girlfriend.

girlfriend!manonwho made you her plus one everywhere. if they saw manon they saw you. paparazzi started gravitating towards you each time you appeared with manon. which lead to gaining more recognition.

girlfriend!manon who shouted you out every chance she got. on interviews. during shows. she wanted the world to know how amazing you were.

girlfriend!manon who always made sure you felt included even when surrounded by celebrities. she’d keep an arm around your waist, introduce you to everyone, and never let you feel out of place.

“have you met my girlfriend yet?”

“she’s the one i’ve been telling you about.”

“isn’t she amazing?”

girlfriend!manon who always reminded everyone that you were your own person whenever people only referred to you as “manon’s girlfriend.”

“she’s so talented.”

“don’t just know her because she’s dating me.”

“get to know her because she’s amazing.”

girlfriend!manon who couldn’t stop smiling the first time fans asked you for pictures instead of only asking for pictures with her.

“can we get a picture with you?”

you blinked.

“me?”

they nodded excitedly.

“we love you.”

you walked back to manon completely shocked.

“someone wanted a picture with me.”

she wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“get used to it, pretty girl.”

girlfriend!manon who never got jealous when your spotlight started growing. if anything, she became even louder about supporting you. every interview ended the same way.

“go support y/n.”

“i’m so proud of her.”

“that’s my girl.”

girlfriend!manon who smiled every time she’d overhear strangers recognizing you.

“isn’t that y/n?”

“she’s the one dating manon.”

“…yeah, but she’s also doing her own thing now.”

manon would quietly smile to herself.

because that’s exactly what she’d hoped for all along.

I know it’s been a while since i updated guys, this retrograde took all my creativity and motivation phew!! im a sag!!! ugh but anyways im back guys and I hope you guys like this idea! I did this on my other blog with joe keery! @eddies-ed! I definitely wanna make this a series with all the girls! let me know who you guys want to see next!! choi!!

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𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎

𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙰 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜.

"𝙷𝚎𝚢... 𝚞𝚖..." 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛. "𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍... 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎... 𝚜𝚎𝚡? 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝."

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝. "𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕.”

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛. "𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝... 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍-𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝚂𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍... 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎?"

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍. "𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝."

𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚙. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛. "𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎."

𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚝.

"𝙿𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘," 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢. "𝚄𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚗."

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙰 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚊𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚌. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑.

"𝙽𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐," 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖. "𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞."

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗. "𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍," 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢. "𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚢𝚎𝚝."

𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍. "𝚂-𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢... 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚒𝚝."

"𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢," 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚡𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚝𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚙. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚏𝚝, 𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚓𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙.

"𝚂𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛," 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢. "𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝?"

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚋 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜.

"𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝," 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎. "𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘."

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢, 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍.

"𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝?" 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍. "𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎."

𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑, 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖.

"𝙸'𝚖... 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊..." 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚢.

"𝙲𝚞𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎," 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛. "𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚝."

𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚖 𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎.

"𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎," 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. "𝙽𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚖𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝?"

𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚢, 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎.

𝙷𝚒𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝙸’𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚔! 𝚂𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝙸𝙰 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸’𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎. 𝙸𝚍𝚔 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐!𝚙 𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚡𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚐𝚡𝚐 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚝!

pairings: g!p megan skiendiel x reader x g!p sophia laforteza

warnings: smut, p in v, breeding, spanking, bondage, degradation, praise, very little plot perhaps.. etc.

sophia knew she was fucked the second your gaze landed on wonhee praising her abs. you decide to get revenge by making her watch.

a/n: based off that one clip in iconic by mistake bts where wonhee's talking about sophia's abs. also no smau chapter today... enjoy this... (?)

Can’t stop thinking abt Sub!Pup!Alpha! Sevikaaa

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ six-foot-something chunk of intimidating muscle. The epitome of dominance Sevika made her rounds of rumors when she officially moved to Piltover. She was an amazing new edition to the council. Calling out bullshit when she saw it, adding ideas that would’ve never been conjured, and making the world for the better. She was everything anyone would want.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ her scent is GODLY erotic. It naturally is very musky. Almost an alcoholic aftertaste alongside. But mixed with her routine smoking (high quality cigars after settling just a bit into privilege..lmao) it was intoxicating. The more threatened she was, whether violently or sexually, the better it’s picked up.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ RBF to the max. She’s kinda irritated by anybody in Piltover to be honest.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Despite her terrifying demeanor and looks, Sevika is just terrible at talking up pretty girls. It was the one thing she was severely insecure about. If they attempted to flirt? She’d refuse to talk. Her eyebrows threaded annoyance.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ But her eyes were her second pair of mouths. Her birth given gaze either signaled pent up violence or clearly stripping your clothes. Either way, it scared off a lot of girls who tried their best near her. And it made Sevika devastated.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ she attempts to visit brothels to find someone. Anyone to attempt to court really, before she quickly exits with a flustered face.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ It’s at a flower adorned park that she smells a contrasted strong vanilla, lactonic leaning scent in her direction. Her bulge immediately quivered just at how delicious you smelled.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ There you were, the cutest omega feeding a squirrel some peanuts before it scurried at the sight of Sevika. She replayed the image a lot in her head. You were a beautiful little Bambi. So sweet. So clueless.

Your voice didn’t help her case. You were sunshine in a bottle.

“Oh! Can I help you?”

Sevika breath caught in her throat. But cut her some slack.

“I-uhm.”

She gulped.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Your brows became upturned as your Jane’s clicked over to her. “Hey! It’s okay. I’m in no rush. Take your time.”

Sevika huffed. “D-did you need a patch?”

Stupid fucking question is what she immediately thought to herself.

“Huh? W..what’s that?” You tilted your head, letting your hair flow to the same direction. And exposing your neck.

Her eyes couldn’t escape and didn’t know where to look. Oh god, she needed you so bad.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ for the next few months, she did everything in her power to impress you without words. Her mechanical hand always handed you something. Help with your sink, a pastry, bags of clothing, perfume, a necklace she thought would look good on you. ‘Just cuz.’ To save humiliation, she’d reply with nothing but a nod or a shrug when you kept thanking her.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ You never wore a patch, nor even look both ways on the streets. After work, she’d pace behind you to memorize your favorite coffee spot. The Pilates studio you always stopped by.

Your path to work or home.

In her eyes, it wasn’t teetering to obsession or creeping. It was to keep you safe.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Poor Sevika didn’t know that you knew exactly what you were doing. You couldn’t believe how oblivious she was to your attitude. Of course you knew what patches were, you weren’t stupid. You knew she watched your every move. You knew exactly why she showered you with gifts. But you loved playing dumb.

You cooed her extra—and it came off as you just being sweet. Even when your compliments sprinkled suggestive.

“Use your words. That’s it. Talk to me.”

“You’re such a good girl. I wouldn’t know what to do without you!”

“Use those pretty eyes and look at me. C’mon, pup.”

It didn’t bother Sevika anyways since she’d always perk up like a fucking dog.

“R-really? Don’t. Don’t embarrass me.”

“S’nothing, really.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You really built up her confidence. She was yours, whether she knew it or not.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Her favorite compliments? Obviously was the coddling ones, only if it came from you. “You’re so cute” “my pretty baby” “you’re just like a puppy”She immediately ducked her head.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Speaking of pet names, she automatically adopted “ma’am” or “mama” for you. Even if the two of you weren’t even together yet. She didn’t know why. She possible couldn’t know why. Hm..

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Sevika’s presence was now replaced with you included. You two were inseparable and everywhere. The unfortunate times you weren’t there, she was still adorned by medal-worthy accessories that scream ‘mentally imprinted’. She wore a silver choker that had a mini bone. From afar, it felt her kind of alternative. But who knew her little angel chose it?

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ pink couldn’t even be fathomed on her, let alone on her body. You made a matching pink beaded bracelet. The weird thing? You spelled out ‘Mommy’s girl’ for her. Nothing on yours. She barely questioned it though since she adored you, and would do absolutely anything for you.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Sevika still thought your relationship was platonic when you started making her wear a “Vika” lasered collar around her neck. It was always chained.

“Uhm. Why do I have to wear this?” If she had a tail, it’d be desperately wagging for your attention.

“It’s cute! You look adorable with it.” You pouted up at her as your fingernails grazed her face. “What if a big scary man creeps on me? Do you not like protecting me? It’s just supposed to scare weirdos off.”

“Wha—no! I never said that.” She annoyingly huffed as she hid her red face.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ It cocked people’s brow to see an alpha sweetly talked to and lowkey dictated by her small omega. It was normal to see it the other way around. But this wasn’t.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ You have her utterly wrapped around your manicured finger. Your touch always makes her so desperate and nervous, no matter how small or big. You always gently pull on her chain so she could immediately look down at you and stoop to your level. A sickly sugar coded demand immediately brings her to action. Praise always strings along, so Sevy has no choice but to be well behaved.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ Because of this, cuddles were always in queue. Sevika loved holding you so it felt like protecting you from anything. But the occasions that she little spooned, she migrated to your chest so you could pet her hair.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ There’s always some sort of bathroom trip when you two started dating. You’d purposely wear lace panties and bend with the shortest skirts even in the most public areas, innocently look back up at her like you don’t have a thought that brain. And she fell for it every time.

She’d usher you to random stalls and hike up your non existent fabric while she hungrily ate or fingered you. She’d always grind in the friction of her jeans to cum. It was always her entire hand or face that was drenched.

There were seldom occasions however where you’d jerk or sucked her off. Your pouty lips wrapped around her cock perfectly, and you could deepthroat every inch. She never liked bobbing your head, but she subconsciously thrusted. Her cum tasted delectable on your tongue, so you usually gargled it all down.

Her groans were beautifully pitched—and noisy. Which was why it was a rare occasion. That and she hated messing up your perfect makeup.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ she ruts the hell out on you, especially after frustrating days from work. It’s always sloppy when she’s extra mopey.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ When YOU’RE in heat though, you’re a completely different person. When you came back to your shared home, you’d go straight to her laundry and sniff all her dirty clothes and undergarments. You were the one to beg her for her cock. The dominance doesn’t really leave you but it’s definitely a bit alleviated. Sevika secretly loves watching you nest and plead for her knot. She pumps her cock just thinking about it.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱ You make Sevika fuck you doggy style. Hypocritical? For sure. But you loved giving her the freedom of doing whatever she wanted to you. If you felt extra petty or jealous that day (Sevika rarely misbehaved), you’d make it very clear that she gets to only see your piece of an ass than your face. It crushes her a lot knowing she can’t get off to your facial expressions if that’s the message.

“Pleaaaase baby, let me see your face.” She mumbled while her twitching cock thrusted into you for the eighth round tonight.

You yanked on her chain so her body would be pressed against your bare back.

“Thats not what you call me, pup.”

“M-mommy c’mon.” Her whines started to become prominent.

“So cocky now, hm? What happened to your manners baby?”

Her brain fogged at your words as she recollected her own. “Mommy! Please…please let me see your face.”

You giggled mid moan. “Much better. Mmm-fuck. Still not happening. You feel too good like this.”

Tears almost welted in her eyes while her face buried into your hickey covered neck.

“You’re so cruel, mama.”

Authors note ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱:

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