INBOX II

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bodyguard au;

[doggish]

Dal - B
Violet - A
Petras - B
Yousen - A
Auralia - O
Leon - O


I'm open to debate for some. Not all. But I want to hear your thoughts first.

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You forgot two.

[doggish]

Oh? Are you certain you wish to hear it?

You, the boy I had speared hot and flush upon my tongue last night? The one whose voice broke when I finally released your wrists to stroke you off twice, only to end up collapsing in a puddle of your own come?

this is a blushing icon bc con crunch= i can't make one yet

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3/3

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my dick is bigger

[doggish]

And what of it, little omega? I don’t remember prick size being one of the weighing factors.

STILL BLUSHING

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It

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I thought it was.

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But even if it isn't, I've had you face-down and slicked with your own come more times than are pages in the High Hall libraries. Maybe we're both alphas?

[doggish]

how could women possibly be alphas if that was a requirement?

But fine. I can concede that— for now. Can two alphas even be together? Aurelia seemed emphatic on the subject.

Tell me your thoughts and rankings. Your real ones, not the ones you offered in a calculated effort to piss everyone off.

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Maybe the women would also have bigger dicks?

I don't know, Dal reads more about this than I do— how did you learn so much, anyway? I thought you were 'done with us and our made up language.'

[doggish]

Your voices still reach my ears nonetheless.

Besides: the issue I had was that Dal insisted upon using Tevene terms. It’s difficult to take a group of drunken toddlers seriously on a good day, never mind when I’m meant to rank someone via their sexual prowess vis-a-vis letters. It would be like if I claimed we could sort one another via “Aye” versus “Queue”, and of course Ayes had larger cocks.

(And do not bring up all the times when you’ve had me in such ways, not when we’re stuck here and cannot take advantage of such things).

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(Who says we can't? I'm starting to think you might be the omega, if you're letting a thing like petty voyeurism stop you.)

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We are not toddlers!!!

[doggish]

my mistake. Adolescents, is that better? A pack of wealthy brats full of impractical knowledge— one of whom’s jealousy would no doubt kick in the moment he had to share even the sight of me.

Why does Dal know so much about this, anyway? And you still haven’t given me your list.

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Me- amazing best Alpha and part time Omega but only for you
You- also amazing best Alpha and part time Omega but only for me
Dal - B
Violet - B who wishes she was an A so she's mean about it
Petras - lamest B ever to exist
Yousen - A
Auralia - O
Leon - O

2/2

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also Dal says it's because its 'medical stuff'

or something

1/2

[doggish]

What possible medical """"stuff"""" could that entail

surely she cannot possibly be embarrassed she reads that kind of smut, not when you all get up to the things you do. she's seen your cock nearly as often as I have, which is saying something.

2/2

[doggish]

(you cannot just put petras as beta because you don't like him).

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Yes I fucking can. It's my list, I get to make him anything I want.

[doggish]

you wouldn't be half as annoyed by him if he wasn't a part-time alpha. you'd simply be smug and that would be that. he grates because he's just relevant enough to stick around.

why do you keep him around, anyway?

though you're right about the rest, especially violet. Though I suspect she'd bite the throat out of anyone who insisted otherwise.

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ugh why won't you let me have any fun. I suck your dick I buy you cars

the least you could do is not call me out on every single thing I say


anyway it's not up to me. believe me I tried to get rid of him more than once, but sadly I'm outnumbered when it comes to group voting. and black market poison apparently isn't worth shit when you buy it from a guy off the streets through a rolled up car window.

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why the hell did you think someon

[No, you know what, he knows the answer to that already.]

was he already part of your little squad when you befriended them, or did he come after you?

[It's odd: he knows them all fairly well by now, or at least as well as can be expected of a bunch of aristocratic brats. But there's such a sense of permanence about them, so much so that he realizes he's never heard of how they met or who knew whom first. It's as if they're an eternal unit: squabbling and sulking and biting at one another, oh, yes, but they all of them still banded together for life.

Odd, how that works. Odd how everything about the rich works, frankly.]

how did you meet them, anyway? you've never told me.