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junabuggy · 9 months ago

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Hiii! If you’re up for it, would you write an Angel Dust x platonic fem reader fic who has PTSD from SA, and she has a really scary encounter with Val that triggers her and Angel is super comforting? Sorry it’s super specific 😅

Platonic fem! Reader x Angel Dust

A/n: Of course !! Also super specific requests are fun to write so don’t be afraid to request them :)) I hope this was okay (∩˃o˂∩)♡

Warnings: Mentions of SA, Mentions of porn, Sexual themes, Talk of PTSD, Valentino in general is a warning In of itself tbh

Fluff✔️ Comfort✔️ Angst✔️ Smut❌

It was just like any other morning in the Hazbin Hotel, you woke up, got ready for the day ahead of you and then walked yourself down to the lobby to see all your friends.

You woke up a little later than everyone else did so when you got to the lobby, they seemed to be already doing one of Charlie’s little games. As per usual though with these games, no one was really paying attention to what was going on. Husk was too busy drinking, Niffty was running around and torturing bugs, Alastor was nowhere to be found and Angel Dust was on his phone.

He looked rather unimpressed as he scrolled through his phone, it vibrating every few seconds in his hand as he got notification after notification from none other than his boss, Valentino himself.

Once he got a call, he got up and took it. Charlie looking visibly upset once he had eventually told everyone he had to leave early for an “emergency shoot”

So you decided to be helpful and try to get Angel back to the hotel

“No, [name] seriously, I don’t think it’s a good idea to go after him.” Vaggie said, attempting to encourage you not to go after Angel and you couldn’t quite understand why?

“Why? It’ll be fine! I’ll just pop in and pop out.” You said with a shrug, turning around and leaving the hotel before anyone could get another word in.

And so, you were off to Angels studio.

Once you got there, it didn’t take long for Angel to recognize your presence. His eyes widening and excusing himself from the set for a moment. Valentino didn’t exactly look too pleased by that, considering what happened last time.

“What the fuck are you doin’ here?!” Angel Dust would whisper shout with a look of worry written all over his face as he approached you.

“I was just seeing if you were done… and if I could somehow convince your boss to let you off early if you weren’t?” You said back with an eyebrow raise, wondering what the big deal was.

He let out an incredulous titter, shaking his head no. “Toots, I’m not letting you anywhere near Val—”

Speak of the devil. Valentino cuts him off as he was now standing right in front of the two of them, not looking thrilled with your presence.

“And who might this be? Another one of your little friends, Angie?” Valentino would say condescendingly, making Angel glance away from him and at the ground beside him instead.

Another? What was up with everybody and not telling you things??

“Uhm.. I’m [name].” You introduced yourself as you glanced at the moth demon with a smile, a Cheshire worthy grin spreading across the demons face in return.

“Ahh sí? A beautiful name for para una mujer tan hermosa~” he said, taking your hand and licking up to your elbow, causing you to cringe slightly but you held it together for now…

Angel looked very uncomfortable, his eyes trained on you to makes sure nothing too crazy happened.

Of course, Valentino knew this.

“How would you like to watch? Maybe even join? Hm? I could make you a star muñeca..” He purred, raising a brow as he got uncomfortably close to you. This was starting to freak you out a little, as it would anybody. This guy was clearly a fucking creep.

You slowly shook your head no. “Nooo… thank you? Uh I can just sit and wait until he’s done.” You said, figuring it would be better to settle for that than to go further with this guy

“Perfect! From the top everybody!” He’d announce, turning his back to you and walking back to the set as he sat back down in his chair, making both you and Angel let out a sigh of relief as you both followed. You were a little shaken but you figured that was all the interaction you’d have with Angels boss for the day…

And oh, were you sorely mistaken. ⚠️ !! TW !! ⚠️

You sat down in an extra chair that Valentino had made his robot “Kitty” bring in for you to sit beside him on. you tried not to watch what Angel was doing on set as it felt weird to watch your friend suck some guys dick..

After a few minutes of scrolling on your phone, you felt a hand on your thigh.. slowly creeping upwards towards your skirt. Immediate warning bells went off in your head. Immediate flashbacks started happening.

You froze. Not knowing what to do but you knew damn well who was touching you. That fucker Valentino.

“What’s the matter, amor?” Valentino spoke with that shit eating grin on his face again, his head titling ever so slightly to the side as he glanced over at the feared expression on your face, pretending he had no idea what he was doing.

His hand slipped up to your panty line and that’s when you started to freak out, you stood up, looking quite startled. “Fuck off!” Was what came out of your mouth, causing an unamused expression to fall on Val’s face as he stood up again, practically towering over you…

That’s when Angel stepped in, immediately placing himself between you two, the porno he had been in the middle of shooting long forgotten.

“Val.” He said surprisingly firmly as he glared up at him before looking behind him at himself at you, and his expression softened as he sighed.

“Cmon, we’re goin’ home.” Angel said to you as he grabbed your hand with one of his, walking past Valentino.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going bitch? You’re not done recording for the day” Valentino spat, a furious expression on his face and his words laced with venom.

Angel didn’t reply, walking out the doors with you as quickly as possible. He knew damn well he’d probably get punishment for this tomorrow but he couldn’t let whatever the fuck was going on between you and his boss go on any longer.

The walk back to the hotel was silent, you still trying to process everything that had just happened to you and shaking like a leaf as you gripped onto Angels hand.

Once you got back to the hotel Angel was quick to check up on you now.

“Hey baby, you okay? I… I’m sorry you had to deal with that, deal with.. him.” He’d say, worry written all over his face.

That’s when you started to tear up, crying and wrapping your arms around him.

He’d sigh once more and place a hand on the top of your head, his lower set of arms wrapping around you as he shushed you.

“It’s alright, you’re safe now.. okay? I’m never gonna let anythin’ like that happen to ya again.” he promised soothingly, silently blaming himself for letting it happen in the first place. This could’ve been prevented.

After a while of Angel Dust cooing gentle words and letting you cry as he held you, you started to calm down, sobs turning to sniffles as he rubbed the top of your head.

“There.. better?” He asked softly as he looked down at you, giving you a smile when you met his gaze, your makeup running if you had any of it on and your cheeks tear stained, pleased when he got a little nod from you.

“Good. Now we should probably actually go inside the hotel because I’m sure we look stupid just standing out here.” He quipped, earning a soft chuckle from you as you released him from your hug, giving another nod.

So that’s what you did, the both of you went inside the hotel and you settled yourselves in his room for the night as you had a little movie marathon, Fat Nuggets joining in with you two <3

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

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crowandmousewritingco · 1 month ago

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Pre-Breakfast Treat

Pairing: sub!Javi Gutierrez x trans!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Rating: P (for porn)

Author: Mod Crow

Author's Note: It's been one hell of a long day

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Warnings: Language, use of pet names (daddy, puppy (in English and Spanish). MDNI 18+

Rolling over, you reach out, throwing your arm over the now empty spot. Peeling your eyes open, you scan the bed, looking for Javi. After scanning your bedroom, you noticed a lack of him around. But then you noticed the smell of coffee and something sweet, a baked good maybe. Then there was a new smell, one that you recognized anywhere, hot chocolate. Smiling softly, you stretched, shaking slightly as a yawn tore through your body.

Throwing your legs over the edge of the bed, you rub your eyes, sighing softly as you roll your head, in an attempt to pop your neck. When nothing popped, you pushed yourself up off the bed. Heading for the cracked bedroom door, without paying much mind, you snagged a discarded shirt off the floor and slid it on. The familiar scent hitting your nose with a soothing sensation. Walking down the relatively quiet hall, the smell of the breakfast awaiting you, growing stronger, making your stomach growl.

Once you reached the top of the rather grand stairs, you could faintly hear Javi, softly humming a song you didn’t recognize. Tiptoeing down the stairs, you listened to Javi hum. It wasn’t till you reached the bottom of the steps, that you realized that the humming wasn’t actually humming, Javi was singing softly to himself. Rounding the wall to the kitchen you stop and quietly watch him, the way he sways softly to the song he’s singing to himself.

“Bésame, bésame mucho. Como si fuera esta noche la última vez. Bésame mucho. Que tengo miedo perderte, perderte otra vez.” As Javi came to a stop in his singing, you watched him turn around with two mugs of what looked like hot chocolate. Hearing the soft thud of the mugs being sat down, you smile softly.

“Well buenos días, to you handsome. What were you singing just now? I don’t think I’ve heard that one before.” Your voice startled him just enough to make him jump slightly. Walking into the kitchen, you look over the small assortment of foods; most of which were fresh fruits.

“Buenos días. You can’t go around scaring me like that, you’re going para matarme un día de estos amor.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at Javi’s words. Over the five years of knowing each other and two of dating, you had picked up a lot of Spanish from listening, the other bits you learned through learning the language. “That song, my mom used to sing it while she cleaned around nuestra casa. It’s this vieja canción called “Bésame Mucho” by Consuelo Velázquez.” You could see Javi’s crooked smile grow across his face. That simple thing, making you smile as well.

“I can’t say I’ve heard that one, you’ll have to show it to me sometime Jav.” Your eyes drifted from his, down his bare chest, till they refocused on the tray that he had been putting together. “Oh! Whatcha make?” Your eyes scan over the foods, only two of which you could put a name to. The hot chocolate and the churros. “I thought churros were a snack like dessert food. Were you just craving something sweet?” You look back to Javi’s, a soft smirk growing on your face as you rounded the island counter corner. Standing next to him, you pressed into his slightly taller frame, arms snaking around his waist.

“You know, if you wanted something sweet, you could have had breakfast in bed.” You look up at him. You could see the confusion wash over his face though it was short lived. You watched as his tanned face grew redder and redder. Pulling away from Javi’s waist, you rested your hands on your hips.

“Aww is mi dulce cachorrito, all flustered?” You teased as you gently grabbed a hold of Javi’s chin, thumb resting just below his lips.

“I-I wanted to do something agradable para su papi.” The smirk growing more devilish after Javi said that one pet name.

“What you did is super nice mi cachorrito. So I think a certain puppy deserves a treat.” Sliding your hand up Javi’s jaw, you dip your thumb under his chin, running it gently down his throat. Once your hand came to a stop, fingers resting behind Javi’s ear with your thumb resting on his sideburn, you asked. “What do you think? Should you get a treat?” Without opening his mouth, Javi hummed a ‘yes’ and gently nodded as well.

“Okay cachorrito, I know just what treat you should get.” Taking your hand from Javi’s face, you drop it, grabbing his hand. Intertwining your fingers together, you gently pulled him behind you to the living room. Once in the living room, you led Javi to the couch where you gently pushed him onto it. Javi obediently fell onto the cushions gazing up at you with curiosity. Standing in front of Javi, you gazed down at him. You reached out to him, raking your fingers through his soft hair. The attention making Javi hum out happily.

“What is mi presente papi?” Javi asked, staring up at you with his sweet brown eyes. You could see the hints of excitement evident on his soft features.

“It’s a little…think of it as a little appetizer.” Retracting your hand from Javi’s hair, you reached for the hem of the shirt. Pulling it off teasingly slow, you sway your hips slightly, humming absentmindedly. Tossing the clothing aside, you reached for the hems of your boxers. Shimming out of the material, you look back to Javi, who was now sitting almost in awe, an evident tent growing his own boxers.

“Aww does my cachorrito need help with something?” Watching Javi nod eagerly made you reach out and comb your fingers through his hair soothingly. “Okay cachorrito, are you ready for your caramelo?” You keep combing through his hair, stopping at the back of head giving it a soft scratch.

“Sí, por favor papi.” Javi pleaded softly. You couldn’t help but smirk. You had Javi right where you liked him. Brian in such a state of need that he could no longer coherently translate so he wasn’t even trying.

“Okay, slide off the couch onto your knees for me.” Maintaining eye contact, you watched as Javi obediently did exactly as you said. “Good boy. Now, let me see that pretty tongue of yours.” From your position you see Javi palming himself through his boxers. Tsking him, you stop your combing at the back of his head, you grip a fist of his hair, causing him to gasp out moan.

“Puppy…You forgot to ask for permission. I don’t think you deserve your treat anymore.” You watched his hand shoot away from his leaking cock and tuck both hands behind his back.

“¡No! Por favor. I-I’m sorry, please don’t. Seré un buen chico, lo prometo.” Not only could you hear him beg, you could practically see the begging on his face.

“Okay baby, but you’re not allowed to touch yourself. Understood?” You tighten your fingers on Javi's hair for a moment before loosening your grip.

“Sí.” You felt Javi nod his head fervently, despite the hold you had on it.

“Okay, but there is no second chance after this baby. If it happens again then you know what your punishment is.” You felt him nod again, this time, it was slow and lethargic. “Let me see that pretty tongue again, cachorrito.” Javi instantly obeyed your demand, earning a soft hum of approval.

Letting go of Javi’s hair, you cup the back of his head. Propping you right foot up on the couch, you -kind of awkwardly- move yourself just a bit closer. Now standing over him with a foot on the couch behind him, you gently pull his head closer to your pulsing dick and needy hole. Feeling the pad of his tongue press against you causes you to relax and groan out happily. You start with gentle grinding at first, but your need for more friction quickly takes over your actions. Looking up, you drop your head back as you moan out an expletive. Hearing your response, you hear Javi groan. Gripping the back of Javi’s head, you press yourself against his mouth harder, speeding up your grinding.

“Fuck cachorrito, your tongue feels so good. If you can make daddy cum without using those wonderful hands of yours,” Your sentence getting cut off but a moaned curse, “I might let you cum dentro de mí.” Lifting your head, you look down at Javi again. Nodding against you, you feel his nose nudging your dick every so often. Gripping his hair -and with a loud moan from the man beneath you- you raise his head just enough so that his nose was practically rubbing your dick. Feeling that all too familiar knot in the pit of your belly growing tighter, you essentially bury his face.

“Fuck baby boy, I-I’m gonna…ah…I’m gonna-” Before you could finish your words, you feel the knot in your stomach snap, causing your grinding to turn into jerky thrusts. Shooting your head back and eyes squeezed shut, you moan out Javi’s name. Riding your high out on Javi’s tongue, you feel yourself come back to after what felt like an eternity. The first thing you noticed were the moans and whines from the man below you.

Opening your eyes, you blink a few times, willing your eyes to focus on something. Once focused you look down to Javi, his eyes squeezed shut. Pulling away from his face, his eyes lull open. Dropping your eyes from his euphoric painted face, you look to the new dark spot that has formed. Taking your foot off the couch, you crouch next to Javi while combing through his hair.

Now at eye level with Javi, you watch his eyes lazily follow you down, the blissed out face relaxing into a tired smile. Smiling back, you dig his hands out from behind his back and help him to his feet. Pulling off his soiled bottoms, you gently guide him to sit on the couch. Planting a soft kiss on the top of his head, you toss the clothes towards the hall that leads to the laundry room. Turning your attention back to Javi, you brush the hair from his face and take a moment to caress his wet cheek.

“I’ll be right back baby.” Planting one more kiss to his forehead, you turn your attention towards the kitchen. Making your way back to the kitchen, you brighten the light in the living room using the light dimming slide. Stepping into the kitchen you grab a dish towel, you turn toward the small sink that’s hidden away on the inside counter of the island and turn the sink on. Sticking a finger under the falling water, you play around with the knob for a second, finding the perfect temperature. Once finding an acceptable temperature, you soak a corner of the towel. Turning off the knob, you squeeze out the excess water, shaking your hand slightly, getting rid of the dripping water from your hand.

Making your way back to the living room, you grab the tray that Javi had put together for the two of you. Humming the song you had heard him singing earlier, you set the tray on the low sitting coffee table. Cleaning off your hand first, you look at Javi, who has now made himself comfortable, cuddled up with the plush blank that he insisted on keeping on the couch. Chuckling, you make your way so that you can sit next to him. Sitting next to him, you gently reach out and tilt his head so that he is now looking at you.

“Hi baby, let's get you cleaned up yeah?” Feeling him nod slightly against your hand, you smile. Uncrumpling the corner of the rag, you bring it to Javi's face, gently wiping it clean. Folding the corner in on itself you take your hand from his face and pull the blanket down just enough to see his softening cock. Gently taking it in your hand, you feel him jerk with a gasp. Shushing him softly, you quickly -but gently- cleaned him off. Once clean, you toss the wrap towards the clothes you had discarded earlier.

Gently sitting next to him, you grab the tray and snuggle up against him, resting the tray on your legs. Lifting your arm, you let Javi get comfortable again. Looking at him you couldn’t help but smile; pressing your lips to his forehead, leaving your lips pressed to his forehead for a moment you hum softly before pulling away.

“I know you meant for us to eat this while fresh, but I know it will still taste amazon bcause you made it.” With you free hand, you pick up a slice of honeydew. Taking a bite you hum in pleasure. “So I recognize the churros and th ehot chocolate, what this other thing?” Taking another bite of the melon you watch him grab the small fried pucks, he offers it to you.

“Yes, this would have been better warm, but it is still good. It wass how mi madre used to make her after mass chorizo and cuajada empanada.” Nodding softly, you open your mouth, allowing him to press the mini empanada to your tongue. Pulling his finger from your mouth, Javi gives you a big smile on his face, dimple and all. Closing your mouth you bite through the still mostly crunchy shell, as the mingled flavors spill into your mouth, you taste it. Resting you head back you hum loud.

“Javi, these are amazing.” Lifting your head you look at Javi, swallowing the on ehad given you. Sitting your melon slice back on the tray, you grab another mini empanada. “Thank you for doing all of this,” You gesture to the food. “For me.” You lean and give him a quick peck on the cheek before popping the small crispy food into your mouth. Hearing him chuckle, you look at him. “What’s so funny?” You playfully pout, chewing the food.

“I Just thought os something. If you and mi abuela Claudia, she would have loved you.” Hearing him say that makes your smile grow.

“Yeah? You think so?”Swallowing, you grab one of the small glasses of of what looked like orange juice, and brought it to your lips, tilting it to take a drink. Swallowing down the liquid, you notice that it wasn’r orange juice, it was mango juice. “I like the mango juice it’s different.” You press another kiss to Javi’s forehead.

“Sí, abula Claudia loved everyone like her own. She didn’t care who you were, where you came from, or the social group you came from. She was everyone’s abula.” Nodding you turn your head and rest your head on his.

“She sounded wonderful.” You speak in a hushed tone.

“She was.” Javi matched your tone, hand now resting on yours.

Taking a slow deep breath, you slowly exhale. Relax into the couch and Javi’s steadily raisind and fall chest. Once content and comfortable you cleared your throat.

“So tell me about the churros. I thought those were a sweet treat like food.” Your request making Javi laugh. Laughing yourself, you nudge him playfully. “Hey laughing isn’t funny.” You squeeze Javi into your side for a moment before loosening your hold on him.

“Normally yes, but these are different. But that’s all I’ll say, try on.” Reaching up he grabs one and dipps it into the hot chocolate. Pulling the churro out, you notice that the hot chocolate is thicker than you were expecting. “The hot chocolate is called, champurrado. It’s thicken hot chocolate.” Bring it closer to your face, you chuckle before take a bite.

“Holy shit baby. I didn’t know your family was full of chiefs.” You joke, making him laugh.

“What can I say? I like being full of surprises. Now shush, eat.” Javi nudged you back, making you laugh a bit louder. Playfully raising your hand in surrender, you sigh dramatically.

“Okay party pooper.” Laughing together once more, you sigh before digging into the breakfast.

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mossterious · 3 months ago

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I need to stop making leverage sports aus. I will not stop making leverage sports aus. Especially cuz it’s paralympics season! Which meansss… para sports au!

Eliot lost an arm in an explosion while still with the army. This means that he never worked for Moreau, and was instead sent home early to recover. He did, mostly. To deal with it, he started practicing martial arts again. Toby ran a gym, instead of a cooking school, and was the one to help Eliot with the rules and regulations and stuff. He got used to fighting with only one arm, and focused on his kicks. He made a name for himself in para taekwondo.

Parker was born blind. It never affected her much, except people did try to baby her about it which she hated. Archie still found her picking his pocket, but when he pointed it out, she ran and she ran fast. Archie, who in this was a track coach, picked her up and trained her to run. She’s now a para sprinter. She has some impaired vision but not completely, and she’d be T12 which means she’d have a choice whether or not she’d run with a guide. Parker HATES the idea of running with a guide.

Hardison plays wheelchair table tennis. He was born without any legs, and uses his hands for most things. This would place him class 5. He definitely still hacks on the side, because he is Hardison and you cannot stop him. But table tennis keeps him in one place grounded, so he’s not hacking into hotels for cheap thrills and is just doing it to pay for nana, and his training, and the like.

Nate was still an IYS agent. But he played basketball on the side, as a stress reliever. He was pretty good, but not great. And then Nate got into an accident, and because IYS wouldn’t pay for his treatment, he wound up paralyzed. Sam’s totally fine, and Nate’s less upset at IYS but still quits. He winds up depressed after the accident, until Maggie and Sterling force him to try wheelchair basketball just to do something. He likes it, and he hates that he likes it. And he hates even more that he’s really good at it.

Sophie is still a conwoman, but one of her cons had her doing paraequestrian and now she just kinda can’t stop. She uses the alias every time there’s a competition, because she can’t help herself and equestrian is fun as hell. I think she has CP, which leaves her with an odd gait and using crutches, and it at first made her feel like she couldn’t be beautiful but then she was like “no I can be whoever i want to be” and was simply hot as fuck with crutches.

Honestly, because it’s leverage, I feel like they would all meet because they were all separately investigating the fact that something with the Paralympic committee was really fishy, and they work together to solve the mystery, stop evil rich people, win their sports, and make a family out of it. Afterward they open the weirdest gym ever.

#leverage #why am I like this #three sports au is a totally normal amount #anyway I’m so attached to this

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anyalovesu · 7 months ago

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tolerate it.

xii. where's that man who threw blankets over my barbed wire?

—“being tolerated by leon during the first days of our engagement wasn’t the one that hurt me the most. really, it was learning that my saving grace, the one whom i thought was throwing blankets over barbed wire for me…it was realizing that isaac has been the one tolerating me for the longest time. it even reached the point that he couldn’t tolerate me any longer that he had to search for what i was lacking in someone else.”

necessary reminders:

content warning: contains light smut (lol) 🔞🔞🔞; not piv ; fingering (f rec) ; overstimulation (medj?) basta bas2s

mdni mdni mdni mdni mdni mdni 🔞🔞🔞

super light nsfw only if that's not your kind of shit or if your the kind of person who publicly shits on people who don't write up to your standards, dni too

DO NOT INTERACT IF YOU ARE A MINOR FOR GODS SAKE 🔞🔞🔞🔞

Although 4 days felt like forever for them to find themselves in a plane back to Manila, they were able to get home safely without the worries of Leon and Santi being put in jeopardy. The both of them were cleared to continue their recovery at home. Which is why Santi is back in their parents mansion because he lived alone and Leon is stuck at home. All four of them were relieved of their current projects, which included Ynes and Eli being excused from work as well, fledging to take care of their injured brothers for the meantime. Besides, after all the psychological warfare that the both of them went through from literally being the first ones to know about the accident has been too much as well that Elizalde Yang thought it was best that they let them off work as well. Most of the heavy tasks were transferred to different teams in the company, while the rest were being done at home.

“May crush ka kaklase mo sa conservatory ‘di ba?” Leon teased as he sat next to Eli who played a very peaceful piano rendition of Midnight Covey’s hit song, Tulog Na.

Eli hummed, glancing at him, which admittedly made Leon’s knees feel weak, with the way the soft light from the stained windows reflected on her face, making her face look more ethereal than it already was.

“Si Geon Isidro?” she asked. “Joke lang ‘yon. Sinabi ko lang para tantanan ako noong isa pa naming kasama.”

“Kilala ‘yon nila Tito ‘di ba?”

Eli looked at him, confused why all of a sudden he was so invested in Geon when he was in fact no more than a figment from her past. It was something he knew back then.

“Yeah, they met sa country club sa Baguio, taga roon sila originally eh.”

“You think magkakagusto ka uli sa kanya if nakita mo s’ya uli?”

“Sobra ka na yata sa gamot, Leon,” she chuckled, playfully flicking his forehead. Leon feigned offense, dramatically holding onto his forehead as if he was hurt badly.

“Bakit ba? Genuine na question ‘yon! Tanong ng best friend!”

“Hindi nga kasi ako nagkagusto kay Geon,” she shrugged, fiddling on the piano keys as if visualizing what would sound good. “Sinasabi ko naman sa’yo kapag may crush ako noon.”

“Sa tingin mo maniniwala ako d’yan? Sabi mo nga dati crush mo ako!”

“Oh bakit hindi ba?”

Leon’s normally pale face began to heat up, turning his face crimson in almost only a glimpse which made Eli laugh at how adorable he was. Usually it was the other way around, flustering Eli was his job! Bakit sya ang kinikilig ngayon?

Elijah chuckled, moving one leg towards the other side of the piano stool so that she would see his face clearer from where he was sitting on the other half of the two-person stool.

“Pag tinigasan nanaman ako sa kakaganyan mo—”

“Oh my god! Ang bunganga mo talaga!”

“Baby, you’ve gotten off on me once na,” he chuckled, pinching her cheeks, finding it cute that she still gets shy at the idea of it. “It’s not like secret pa ‘yon sa atin.”

“Kahit na,” she laughed. “Ang awkward pakinggan na magse-sex tayo, e for the longest time kinonvince ko ang sarili ko na hindi tayo talo.”

“Cute mo,” he laughed. “You say that like you weren’t the one on top of me last time, baby.”

Leon could not help but adore how her face turned crimson when she bursted out in laughter, hitting his arm like she usually does. “Bakit ba tawa ka ng tawa?” he chuckled at her, “It’s human to have needs bakit ka nahihiya?”

“Because it’s not like me to just ask for things I need, Leon,” she shrugged. Though she meant it as a joke, they both know there’s more truth to it than it was a joke. Eli has always been one to work for what she needs, even if it was something basic. Everything she gets, she feels the need to work for it.

“It’s just funny na hanggang sex you feel ne need to work for shit, ginaganyan ka ba ni Issac Sim, ha?”

Somehow that hit Eli. If Isaac really has been cheating on her and he’s already fallen out of love with her long before they were forced to break up… then the truth must really hurt. Chances are Isaac has only been using her to get his dick wet for the past years.

“Kahit hindi naman doon…”

She took the time to look after his health when they were still in college. All the times she was the one who woke up early to make sure his shit was ready. All the things Eli did for him, just for her to feel like she deserved to be loved, all of it she considered to be priceless only to find out that it was all in vain because the love she thought was getting wasn’t even real in the first place.

Leon hummed at the reaction he got from Eli. Though much like her advances, it was meant to be a joke, he did not want to hear all the hell Eli has been going through that she did not notice at all. He just wanted to replace it. Make her feel like the woman she was meant to be—adored and served.

“Actually, I don’t want to hear it,” he scoffed. Well, even out of the sexual context, it pissed him off that Elijah was treated like that. When they were friends, if it was possible for him to do it instead of Eli, he did it. It pissed him off that during the time he could not be the person who does it, she was allowing herself to be used by some bastard who isn’t even worth half the person Elijah is. “Kapag magaling na ako, you don’t have to work for anything else, okay?”

“Bro, I want to work,” she rolled her eyes at him, making him laugh while leaning towards her, inching her face closer to her.

“It’s okay if you want to do that, pero ako na ang bahala sa’yo sa ibang bagay, okay?”

Eli could feel her heart race at his sincerity, or maybe not, maybe it was his hand on her exposed thigh, showing through the slit of her sundress because it was scorching hot in the country. She doesn’t know anymore, it doesn’t help that his warm lips are on hers again, moving in sync to hers.

Shit. Kakasabi ko lang kanina na awkward, but why does it feel so right? Eli thought to herself.

Leon then takes the opportunity to squeeze the supple skin of her thigh before inching it higher and higher, making her gasp for air but he only takes this as an opportunity to slot his tongue in between her parted lips. At that point, he really was determined to make Eli feel nice without her working for anything, fuck the stitches on his side. He had to make his baby feel good.

His hand kept inching up her body till it reached her boy shorts.

“Do you want to?” Leon asked, making sure that she still had a choice, and he will never do anything she doesn’t want to do.

Eli looked up at him and nodded before leaning over to capture his lips once again. And while he just wanted to just grab her and fuck her right then and there with how pretty she looked nodding at him like that, he needed to hear her say it.

“Say it, baby,” he hummed against her lips, before his other hand reached for her face, holding her back from kissing him again until she gave an answer.

“Fuck, Leon. Yes.”

He wanted to go feral at that very moment but he knew his limitations with that stupid fucking wound on his side, he’s not gonna be able to feel her up that way. But it wasn’t going to stop him from making her feel good.

“Kandong ka, baby,” and before Eli could think of it, there she was again, on top of him, with both legs on either side of him.

“Wait paano yung tahi mo,” she gasped, hitting his shoulder upon realizing.

“Hindi yan magagalaw kung hindi ka maglilikot,” he chuckled before pulling her face closer to get a taste of her saccharine lips once again.

Mint. Mint lipbalm. That’s what her lips taste like. Something Issac will never taste again. Fucking asshole. Leon thinks to himself.

He likes to think that it’s just love instead of lust that drives him to do this, because it is. While there is that primal need to be as close to her as he could, all he wanted was to make her feel loved and taken care of—that finally she can rest her armors down and let him do all the work.

Eli’s arms find home around Leon’s neck as she leans closer to him, unintentionally putting on pressure on Leon’s hard-on.

“Lean back, baby,” Leon hums against her lips before adjusting her back to her old position, hands delicately guiding her hips back before it travels down to where she most needed it to be.

“Fuck,” she breathes out as Leon continues to rub his thumb on the wet patch on her cotton underwear. “What the actual fuck, Leon.”

“That feels nice, baby?” he smirks as he leans over to kiss her neck, leaving soft butterfly kisses first before sucking on the sweet spot behind her ear.

“Yes, oh my god—” Leon seemed dissatisfied when she began to move on her own again, trying to grind against his already moving hand.

“Wag kang malikot,” he says sternly, his free hand holding her hips down to keep it steady. “I’ll stop if you move. Okay?”

Eli, already drunk in love, couldn’t help but just helplessly nod at Leon’s ministrations.

“Answer me, baby.”

“I won’t move, Leon. Please, just—” Eli’s pleads were cut off by her own quiet gasp when Leon’s fingers began moving again in a steady pace that quite literally made Eli want to go insane, trying the best that she could to not squirm at the pleasure that was running through her entire body.

“Stay still, Ellie. Alright?”

“Yes, please—fuck—can you remove na please.”

“You want me to touch you raw, baby?” he asked, fingers slowing down before hastening again to tease her.

“Please, baby.” Baby. Leon’s head goes haywire. Before he could even let his mind think about it for a second time, he helps her up and takes off the piece of cloth separating his hand from the soft nub in between her legs.

Leon takes his time with her, making sure every move was only meant to please her, always asking before he does something foreign.

Thus, there Eli was, being fucked witless with two of Leon’s fingers, knuckles deep, swiftly moving inside her, curling every now and then, making her release a string of soft hums and whimpers in his ear as she bites on to the crook of his neck to keep herself quiet while her fiance’s fingers do its wonders.

“That feels nice, baby?”

“Nice… yes… oh my god, Leon,” she replies in soft gasps as she clings to him for support. “Faster, please.”

Leon does as he is told, even going as far as using his thumb to rub the bundle of nerves while he’s at it, making her stomach tighten at the sensation.

It’s not long after she reaches her high, leaning back pressing on random piano keys that fills the living room with other sounds than the sound of her heavy breaths and the wet sound of Leon’s fingers ramming inside of her. But the older does not stop his hands from moving.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. Baby, done na please—”

“One more baby,” he hums before kissing her again, enjoying the remains of her mint lip balm that has now faded, probably smudged on either of their faces and on the hickeys on his neck. “You can give me one more.”

Tears began to form in the corners of her eyes as her dilated pupil gaze on the features of his face, reflecting pleasure at the sight of her getting flooded with dopamine at her climax. “So pretty for me, Ellie.”

“Leon, oh my god,” Eli was sure that very moment that Leon had already fucked her stupid, and that was with his hands only. Only his name was coherent from all the babbles that came out of her mouth that Leon could not help but feel smitten with how willing Eli is to be vulnerable with him.

It wasn’t too long until Eli is sobbing at the wave of pleasure consuming her entire body while she wraps her arms around his neck once again for comfort. Leon's thumb still consistently moving, guiding her through her high.

"Baby, enough na please," Elijah whimpered against his neck, reaching in between her thighs to make him stop. Leon then takes it as his stop sign, slowly removing his hand from inside of her before lifting it up to his mouth to taste. Eli, still too fucked out to think of anything else but the aftershocks of her climax, wasn't strong enough to stop him from doing so.

Fuck. She wasn’t even sure how the fuck was it possible that he made her climax twice that quick, but one thing was for sure. Nothing can compare to the feeling of his hold after it’s all done. Soothing circles were drawn on her lower back as he waited for her body to stop spasming.

“Okay na? Kailangan pa maglinis, baby.”

“Sleepy,” she responds, burying her face on the crook of his neck.

“Linis muna, then matutulog tayo, okay?”

“Okay,” she hums dejectedly before pulling away from him.

continue here (kulto ni tobias gc convo)

continue here (housemates' gc convo)

continue here (eli's tweets)

“Saan tayo after sa Valiente?” Gwen asked from the shotgun seat, craning his neck back to look at Eli who sat in the back seat with Leon and Jacynthe. It was obvious that he was in severe discomfort with the atmosphere in the car with both Jas and Alistair being in the same space when fully, everyone knew how shit went down for the both of them.

Jacynthe and Alistair were a thing about a couple of years ago, when Alistair had just finished his Information Technology Degree. Philomena Yoon and Daphne Huh, have been bestfriends since highschool and have been each other’s support system since then especially when things got messy between their relationships and well, they both had children none of their partners wanted to keep. Basically, Jacynthe and Alistair knew each other for a long time already, with both their mothers being attached to the hip practically. But what seemed to be an ideal relationship between the two immediately went awry when Alistair migrated to LA to supposedly pursue a career in the Silicon Valley. The two broke up upon Alistair’s wish because apparently he could not handle a long distance relationship. Nonetheless, they kept contact after promising that he will be back once he’s established his career. Well, that was until Alistair enlisted into the military as a Military IT, and did not tell Jacynthe. Back then, Jas held on to every detail to his promise. She lived for the hope of it all, depending on empty promises as something to hold on to. You could only imagine how devastated Jas was when Alistair just decided to go into boot camp and go MIA from the internet scene for a good while. Thing about Jacynthe is that she doesn’t just love. When she loves, she loves deeply and truly and madly. She makes it a point that everything she can give, she will give if that’s what it took for her to be loved. Maybe you can daddy issues for it, but that’s how it is. Jas went around serial dating guys who weren't even worth half a minute of her time. They were all sorts of guys—jobless, narcissistic, manipulative, you name it— all of roommates can agree that they were only there for the money and the fame because Jacynthe was steadily rising to the limelight with songs she produced for multiple A-list singers and songs she wrote with Kyle Crisostomo. It was safe to say that even if it was worrisome that Jas is getting involved with someone like Tobias, who always claimed that he didn’t do relationships, he was nicer than anyone else. Tobi, if not for his compulsive need to stay out of relationships, would be one ideal guy. He’s talented and passionate and dedicated to the things that he loved to do, which was music. Something Jas has always been interested in as well. So, as uncertain as it may be, they had more hope that Jas would not get broken hearted by Tobi, more than anyone else she went on date with.

“Bahay na uli,” Eli replied to him. “The band will come daw pa magpractice kami para sa set sa Aurora bukas.”

“Oh you will perform?” Gwen’s eyes lit up in excitement as he fully turned to look at her.

“Jas rin! She has a few songs to play with MC!” Jacynthe looked uneasy with it being brought up, especially with her ex sitting just in close proximity along with the fact that in both of her features, she will be singing with Tobias and Amir.

“Galingan n’yo bukas!”

There they were, in the VIP parking lot of Valiente Med, where most of the physicians and surgeons park their cars. It was safe to say that Eli was left speechless the moment her car entered the parking lot and several men dressed in suits were already waiting for them. Philomena Yoon, you are as OA as you can always be.

“Napaka-oa mo ninang,” Eli shrugged at her godmother as soon as she met them in her office.

“Jas!” Philomena smiles as soon as she moves to hug Jacynthe. “Oh how are you? May masakit ba sa’yo? Nasa OR si Mama mo ngayon!”

“Oh, may scheduled check up lang po, Tita. I’m okay naman.”

“Good ‘yan. You’re not pregnant naman, 'di ba? Kaya nagpapacheck up?”

“You put my IUD in, Tita!”

“Ay oo nga pala! Anyway, mabuti yan! Itong bata na ‘to, kelan ka huling nagpacheck up? Kailangan mo na magcheck up ng madalas! You’re gonna get married na next month you have to make sure na you’re completely healthy!”

“Isang beses sa isang taon lang ako nilalagnat, ninang. Para saan ba ‘yon?”

“What if you’re pregnant na pala?”

“Ninang! How?”

“Babe, you’re young! And engaged! And pretty! I was younger than you when I had Ali! I used to have pregnancy scares more than twice a month!” She laughed. “Either way, tama yan. Huwag kayong gagaya sa akin, I understand naman. And your ex boyfriend was an ass. If I was in your place I would’ve been extra careful din. Wouldn’t want a guy like him to knock me up like the genes that kid has! They’re gonna taint our pedigree! Ugh! And at least Ali’s dad was a lawyer and left me to pursue law kahit papaano, I know Ali is going to turn out smart and well kahit namana n’ya yata ng slight ang katarantaduhan ng tatay n’ya. Right, Jas?”

Gwen audibly snorted at his mom’s remark. It really isn’t a secret how furious Philomena was when Alistair did what he did, she made sure he knew that as soon as he graduated from bootcamp.

Jas could only hold her laughter by pursing her lips and nodding.

Philomena continued on yapping until everyone was in their respective places. Gwen ended up being the one to wait for Jas in the waiting room, while Ali came with both Eli and Leon in the doctor’s office.

“Okay, so—”

The both of them seemed to stop in their tracks as soon as their eyes met.

“I was given the impression that Doctor Valle would be here instead of an intern, can I have Doctor Valle instead?” Leon’s tone was cold and stoic, which really seemed to petrify Louisse in her place.

“Um… Pi-pinapunta po ako dito ni Doctor Valle dito para magcheck ng vitals-”

“Go back to Doctor Valle, tell her I’m paging her,” Philomena wasn’t much help with her authoritarian tone before reaching for her phone in her white coat to dial someone.

“Binilinan po kasi ako na wag magpakita sa kanya—”

“It doesn’t seem like my problem, Miss Laxa, go get Doctor Valle,” she told her, bluntly.

“She doesn’t look like she’s having the best day, Ninang,” Eli mumbled, eyes wide as soon as she realized that tears were already forming in Louisse’s eyes when she left.

“This is the second week both her and your filthy ex boyfriend have been receiving pansit since you asked me to send them,” she grinned, complacent at her pettiness as she pushed the door close. Even Ali face-palmed at his own mother’s actions. “If I can’t kick them out, the best I can do is to wish that their shift is worse than the last one.”

“Akala ko once n’yo lang yon gagawin!”

“Oh it’s no problem! I’m paying the nanay na naging patient ko a hefty to cook the pansit I send them everyday! So like isipin mo nalang na we’re supporting Nanay’s cooking business! It’s okay!”

Even Ali could not hold it any more, snorting at his mother’s level of petty. He could not believe how much immaturity his mother still got even after all those years of hardships and life lessons she learned.

“Even Daph is on this! The Clark boy hasn’t got one scrub duty after one fuck up since we found out about what he has been doing! You have been saved by grace Alistair! If you were in the medical field din, Daphne and I would’ve gave you toxic shifts after toxic shifts too! Naiinis pa rin ako sa ginawa mo!”

“Hay nako, Yoon,” Doctor Valle appeared from the door, giving Philomena a high five as they both grinned. It seemed like they were all in to really making Isaac and Louisse’s shifts worse than it should be, which in Eli’s mind…deserve.

“Why are you here?” Isaac bursts out as soon as Eli was out of the comfort room.

“My grandparents built this hospital, Isaac. What do you mean?” Eli spat out, glancing around to look for anyone who might see them both so that she may be able to call for help if she needed to.

“I know what you and Doctor Yoon are doing, Eli. Please, if going back to you would fix this—

“I don’t want you back, Isaac. Sana nahihiya ka sa mga sinasabi mo,” she gritted her teeth, appalled at the audacity that Isaac had to confront her like this.

“So what, mahal mo na? Kaya ayaw mo na agad sa akin?” He quipped, almost like he was offended. “Ganon kabilis?”

“Did you think I would really stay in love with you, Isaac? After you cheated on me with Louisse? Na on multiple occasions you assured me that was just your med school classmate?” Elijah was bursting in anger. She was fuming at the fact that she was being painted as the bad person when he had been cheating on her long before. “You are delusional, Isaac Sim.”

“Eli… You don’t love him—”

“That’s not for you to decide, Isaac.”

Isaac scoffed at her response, jaw visible tightening which scared her greatly. She never saw Isaac as someone who would harm her in any way, but that was before. He was a completely different person than she knew him as. She couldn’t be sure of how he’ll move next.

“Paano? Ganoon kabilis?” His voice was rising quickly which made Eli’s heart pound even harder but she kept her composure, not backing down even when tears were beginning to form in the corner of her eyes.

It was fast. Everything was fast with Leon but it felt natural. It felt light and normal, like it was meant to be there in the first place and really that feeling was so much different that when she was with Isaac.

“That’s disgusting, Eli,” he sniggered. “Just so you know, no one is going to love you better than I ever did. Ikaw? Who’s gonna love you at your state—”

“What the fuck are you telling my fiance?” Leon barked from the end of the hallway, which despite the volume of his voice, sent relief to Eli that she was no longer in danger, most especially when Alistair, Philomena and Belinda Valiente followed suit.

“We’re just talking, Doc—”

“You’re off Philomena's program, Sim. Pack your things.”

“Doc—”

“You are cornering my grandaughter, Sim. Hindi ka na nga maayos kumilos noong mga nakaraang araw, ko-kornerin mo pa ang apo ko?”

“I am not cornering her, Doctor Valiente, naguusap lang po talaga kami.”

“Hindi kami bulag, Mr. Sim. Lalong lalong hindi kami bingi, we heard what you said! Wag mo kaming ginagawang tanga. Alam naming matagal mo nang niloloko si Eli bago pa kayo maghiwalay kaya wala kang karapatan na sabihin ‘yan sa inaanak ko. Now, pack you things and find another institution that will tolerate your behavior because you are off my program.”

Eli just stood there in shock while Leon held her tight for deep compressions.

Isaac dejectedly walks out from the hallway, making Philomena and Belinda turn to Elijah who is now in a full blown meltdown from what had just happened.

“You’re okay, baby,” Leon assures kissing the top of her head as she tried to hold back sobs.

–

“Ellie,” Leon called from his seat on the couch inside the studio. He was sitting next to Gwen and Amir, who were visibly flirting with each other while her. Tobi and Jas were MIA doing god knows what, while Karlo, Elijah and Kyle were trying to figure out how to keep Karlo from being flustered whenever Ellie does one of Leon’s funky rhythm patterns that no one in the band who has the ability to play bass can do. Everyone had been trying to distract Eli from what happened that morning, avoiding at all costs to bring up what happened earlier for her sake.

“Why po?” Elijah asked, walking over to him, abandoning the two who were currently arguing about Karlo being distractible. “May masakit ba? Do you want to go rest na sa taas?”

“No,” he replied, grinning like a child when Ellie walked over to him. He was just glad that Ellie paid attention to him and not two of his bandmates anymore. He gets it though, neither Kyle or Karlo would even have the stomach to go for their bro’s girl, but it made him uneasy how easily they could if they wanted to, especially with Ellie not even being his girlfriend in the first place. “Just wanted your attention.”

“You are so annoying, Leon,” she laughed, playfully flicking his forehead as he reached for her torso pulling her close to hug her middle, resting his head against her stomach. “Nagpa-practice kami.”

“Magaling ka naman na, ako kaya ang nagturo sa’yo!” he whined, burying his face on her belly even more, attempting to blow raspberries on the exposed part of her stomach.

“Ay parang bata naman oh,” she laughed, trying to pull him away, holding both sides of his face to make him look at her. “Sure kang wala kang nararamdaman?”

“Nararamdaman kong gusto ko ng kiss–”

“Pasintabi naman!” Amir laughed. “Hindi nga kayo magjowa tas mas malala pa kayo sa amin maglandian!”

“What for? Ikakasal na rin naman kami?” Eli laughed at him, placing both of her arms around Leon, embracing him closer to her.

“Do you want me to court you?”

“Bitch, I don’t do ligaw.”

“She doesn’t do ligaw!” Jas laughed, entering the room, lipstick slightly smudged, with a smile on her face nonetheless.

“You should know this! Hindi ako nagpaligaw kahit kanino!”

“Hindi ka niligawan ni Isaac?” He exclaimed, appalled that Isaac did not do such when Eli nodded. “Bakit hindi?”

“Kasi I asked him not to,” she replied nonchalantly. “I find the concept of ligaw stupid. Like why would you put your best foot forward to impress a woman? Show me na agad how much do I have to endure then I’ll judge kung I want to be your girlfriend.”

“It seemed like Isaac put his very best foot forward pa rin naman the entire time,” Gwen argued.

“Oh edi tanga na ako, yun ga ang gusto mong sabihin?” Eli sassed at him.

“True naman! Tanga ka nga!”

“Do you love me enough to want me to be your boyfriend?”

Eli knew the answer to that

It was yes. Always yes and million times more.

But somehow a lump on her throat formed and she couldn’t form the words to say that yes, she was in fact, in love with everything Leon is and whatever it is that scares her so much from telling him that she loves him was an ass for getting in the way of things. Because she wants to tell him, but her heart is beating faster every second passing and because it still scares her that she wouldn’t know how to explain if he asked why.

“I’ll answer that later,” she smiled at him, pressing a soft kiss on top of his. “Will take that as an answer for now?”

“I can take it as an answer as a whole, baby,” Leon hummed, grabbing her by the neck to pull her into a kiss once again.

“Mahiya naman kayo sa mga kasama n’yo!” Tobi shouted from the door, entering with his crumpled shirt that’s not suspicious at all if you had an IQ of a rock.

“Kunwari nalang hindi halata na nagsession kayo ni Jas sa banyo, dugyot,” Amir shrugged at his friends, pulling Gwen loser to him. “Buti pa kami behave dito.”

“Eh subukan mong hindi magbehave pag hindi ka natupi sa walo ng Kuya n’ya na nasa taas,” Leon remarked, making the room burst into laughter, somehow making Eli forget about what happened earlier and the fact that she didn't know what to expect tomorrow.

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“As you all know, Leon got involved in an accident a few weeks ago…” Amir stood in front of the microphone while Eli held Jacynthe’s hand on one hand and Leon on the other, while she waited for her cue. “We regret to inform you na hindi natin makakasama si Leon ngayong gabi dahil doon, we have a surprise guest tonight!”

“You may already know her by now dahil inispoil naman ni Leon kagabi,” the crowd roared upon realizing who was coming up the stage right now. “The woman behind most of the songs of Midnight Covey’s debut album and the Loophole's only full album, the woman behind Mahika, and the woman behind the humble beginnings of the Midnight Covey, I present to you, our bassist for tonight, Ruby Elijah Yang!”

“Hi!” Eli called, the crowd getting louder every passing second, until she could barely hear herself through her in-ears. “I’m Eli. I was a member of the Loophole and I am Leon’s girlfriend.”

Even the band seemed surprised by the sudden announcement, all of them jumping with happiness as they looked back at Leon from backstage. “Also we’re getting married, so I guess fiancée na pala ako.”

“Leon is off the market, unfortunately. Yun lang talaga ‘yung gusto n’yang sabihin, Covens,” Amir laughed.

“Hala ikaw rin naman,” Kyle rolled his eyes at him.

“Aba syempre, andyan ang baby ko sa audience! Nasan ang mahal ko?” Everyone roared, assuming it was then but the camera drone immediately spotted Gwenael, who was standing in the VIP section with the rest of their friends. “Ayan! Oh jowa reveal bigla.”

The first song in the set was ‘You’, which was the first song she helped Kyle produce during the early days of the band. While Leon has never been more proud that Eli was finally singing the song she’s always loved, Kyle could not feel anymore happier that after multiple demo recordings of You, she was finally at the point where she’s singing as a feature in the song.

“You really love our Eli, no?” Jas chuckled beside Leon, who sat comfortably in a monoblock chair, grinning like a chesire cat while he enjoys Eli’s live vocals through his in-ear.

“Always have,” he shrugged.

“Bakit mo iniwan noon?”

Leon glanced at back and forth from Jas and Eli before responding, “I didn’t want the pain of losing her as someone more important to me than she was, Jas.”

“Anong difference noon ngayon?”

“Better to love than not love at all,” he replied. “Noong nasaksak ako, I only had one thing in mind, I didn’t want to go home dead to Eli. So even if I was practically dying noon, I knew I needed to find a way to cheat death.”

After the set was wrapped up and everyone was good to go, everyone huddled in the bus that they had rented, laughing and enjoying the vibe that the stage had left them all.

“Did you enjoy it?” Leon asked, sitting sideways on the bus seat so that he would be able to look at Eli properly while she ate her fast food.

Elijah nodded enthusiastically. Leon couldn’t agree more. The stage lit up when she came like she was always meant to be there. She was a natural on stage, she didn’t need to be prepared to be there. She knew what she had to do and devoured Leon’s difficult bass lines like it was her forte all along.

“Inom kang gamot pagtapos kumain, okay?” He smiled, leaning over to kiss the side of her head, inhaling the scent of her coconut scented shampoo from her quick shower a while ago, that to everyone’s knowledge, Leon had the privilege of watching a while ago.

Eli hummed in response, nodding her head. “Thank you for letting me cover for you,” she smiled at him, after chugging down from her pink water bottle. “I appreciate it very much.”

“Masaya akong naenjoy mo ‘yon,” Leon hummed, looking at her before pressing a firm kiss on her lips.

“I love you, Leon,” she hummed as soon as Leon pulled away. He could physically feel explosions inside of him as soon as he heard it.

Elijah Yang loves him.

At that point, Eli could firmly distinguish the difference between the feeling of butterflies and fireworks inside of you. While the fireworks were loud, there was some comfort in the light it gave. Some kind of warmth that she feels whenever she watches it burn in the sky, leaving bright colors and painting picturesque memories in her mind. The butterflies were quiet and they were quick and fleeting to the memory. It made her nervous about happiness because of how quick it could die.

And for once, love did not make her feel nervous. Scared, for sure, of all the uncertainty that there is but nervous was never in the picture. Leon exudes comfort for her everywhere she goes. Someway, wherever Leon was, there was a sense of safety.

They have loved and lost and loved again. They were right after all. All roads lead back to where home is. And Leon is home.

And if the question goes around as to why she loved him so much, she still doesn’t know but she does love him. She just does. Regardless of if one day she’ll ever find that deeper meaning, she will love Leon until she can't anymore.

Leon threw blankets over her barbed wires before. His flee had sent her into a frenzy of desperation to find that comfort again that she allowed herself to be tricked.

Eli guesses that love really does make you stupid.

But all’s well that ends well, right?

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Angel in the Centerfold

Rated E // 8.6k words // AO3

Professional baseball player Sam, professional rugby player Bucky, a sports magazine Body Issue, lots of unresolved history

The dummy copies came in a few days before the debut and dinner. These were the kinds of things people could point out a misspelled name or complain about a bad photoshop job. It was also where publicists could leak out interview details and athletes could accidentally post a snippet of a picture to social media. It may seem like a parasitic relationship with the magazine, but that early-access attention and buzz helped sell more copies than the prestige and history of the issue.

Sam hadn’t looked at it yet. He’d grabbed the mail before running out to a practice and left it in the kitchen. He was not surprised to come home and find Riley flipping through it. Well, flipping might be generous. He was staring at one page with a fine eyebrow raised intently.

“Did they edit out the gap in my teeth?” Sam asked, setting his things aside and dumping his keys and earbuds by the door.

“You made such a fuss out of it the one time it happened, I don’t think anyone else will ever make that mistake again,” Riley said drily.

“And I’ll throw a fit again if it ever does.”

“Can I go to the dinner with you?” he asked suddenly.

Sam looked up at his friend with, first, delight and then apprehension. “Why?”

“Well, you just said everyone would be there, right?”

“Should be. It’s part of the contract. Minus, y’know, professional commitments or whatever.” Sam eyed him warily and tried to see what Riley was staring at. Riley snapped the magazine shut.

“Good. Let’s go. You’re right. I should see some of the guys again.”

“Give me the magazine,” San demanded, swiping for it around Riley’s shoulders.

Riley kept it out of his reach for a few seconds before he hissed and ducked his head out of the way, handing the magazine off in favor of getting an ice-pack brace for his neck. “You’re on page 43.”

Sam flipped to the page. Stared at himself, blushed, then stared some more. They’d used both pictures that Sam liked, one on each page of the spread while the interview ran down the center columns. He skimmed that for inaccuracies too, though he had a publicist for that.

“This looks fine. Why are you…” He flipped the page and came up short.

Grinning back at him was a ghost from the past. Sam’s brain was only supplying thighs thighs thighs thighs thighs thighs thighs thighs as a running monologue, so he wasn’t sure he was really staring at his first college boyfriend. Except that wasn’t really true either. He’d know Bucky with his eyes closed probably.

Bucky’s professional career was even more twisty-turny than Sam’s was next to Riley. He’d moved across the world to play rugby of all things, had played professionally for a few years, had an accident that lost him his arm, played in a para-league for a few years, and then petitioned to be allowed back into the professional league. He’d moved more to keep playing rugby than Sam had moved to play baseball.

They hadn’t kept up with each other. The break up was…not bad. The fully-expected couldn’t be bad, could it? But maybe that was the issue. Maybe neither of them really expected the other to go pro or to move so far away. Maybe they’d been hoping it could all work out for them. But it hadn’t and they’d parted a little coldly and distance and fame were a hell of a thing. Sam had thought about reaching out when he’d heard about the accident, but it felt hollow. Bucky didn’t reach out with Riley’s a few years later.

And now he was staring up at Sam with a wide grin and a wink. The image was longways across both pages, like a damn centerfold poster, and it made him look even taller than Sam remembered him being. He was broad as hell. He’d always been muscular, but in a contained way. Now he looked like a tree. In the image, he was wearing his shiny metal prosthetic. Two straps criss-crossed over his chest to hold it in place. It made him look like a gladiator. He was holding the ball over the important bits, but that absolutely did not hide any part of his thighs.

He had not had thighs like that in school.

“Yeah, that was approximately my reaction too,” Riley agreed and Sam startled back into awareness. He didn’t want to know how long he’d been staring at the picture or how slack-jawed he’d been the whole time. “You have to take me to meet him.”

“No way. I had no idea he’d be there. I mean, I didn’t even know they brought in international players for this. Hang on, maybe I can convince someone to have batting practice with me that night.”

“Nuh-uh. No way,” Riley said quickly, snagging the magazine back from Sam. “You’re going to that dinner and you’re gonna talk to him.”

“I don’t want to talk to him,” Sam said, reaching for the magazine again, though he wasn’t sure why.

“You’re the one always talking about how healing it’ll be for me to talk to the guys. To put some closure on my past and open a new doorway for the future.”

Sam grimaced. “It just sounds corny when you say it.”

“Trust me, Sam, it sounds corny when you say it too,” Riley laughed. He rolled the magazine up and stuck it in the back of his waistband. “Call Mel. Tell her you’re bringing a guest after all. She’ll be happy to hear my name.”

“She hears your name all the time,” Sam grumbled. “When I’m complaining about you.”

“Call,” Riley said. “I wanna hear you say it. I wanna hear the confirmation that we’re going.”

Sam glared at Riley for a few extra seconds before he snagged his phone from his pocket and called the publicist.

#sambucky #sam wilson #Bucky barnes #captain america #sambucky fanfic #the falcon and the winter soldier #writing

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chvoswxtch · 2 years ago

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May I request a drink? I have never done this before so I’m scared. 🥺 A margarita on the rocks with Javi. I recently have been addicted to listening to TS’s Folklore album, especially Exile.

Congratulations on 2k. You are an absolute amazing writer. Keep on doing all the amazing things.

hi nonnie!

welcome to the bar! please don't be scared. this is a safe space for all.

thank you so much for stopping by and making a request! i was hoping someone would order javi so i could play around with him. i hope you enjoy! cheers! 🥂

as a reminder: margarita on the rocks means it's spicy (minors dni)!

blurb below the cut

exile

i think i’ve seen this film before, and i didn’t like the ending

You both knew exactly how this would end. It would fall apart the way it had every other time. It was always great in the beginning, constructing a gilded house of cards together, until one of you, usually him, sent it tumbling down to scattered pieces with either too much accidental force or intentional self-destruction.

“You’re breaking my fucking heart, baby.”

“You broke mine first, Javi.”

He knew you were right. It was always his fault. He wanted you, God did he want you, and for a while, he could ignore that little voice in the back of his head telling him he wasn’t good enough for you. He could remember to call to check in and ask how your day was. He could show up at your door on a Wednesday afternoon with a bouquet of flowers he saw in your favorite color that reminded him of you. He could slow dance with you in your kitchen under the spotlight of the moon to only the music playing in your hearts. For a little while, he could pretend.

But then reality would creep in. Javi would get so wrapped up in his job that you wouldn’t hear from him for days. He was never particularly good at expressing anything but anger, so he could never explain how he really felt. He either used the cowardly excuse that his life was too dangerous for you to be involved in, or he’d be a vindictive asshole on purpose to make you resent him, swearing to himself it was for the best. He’d let you go, and he wouldn’t chase after you.

Instead he’d drown his heart at the bar and lose himself in whatever woman he could find. But it didn’t matter how many women he ran through, because everytime he was inside someone, the only face he saw was yours. He wouldn’t call, but he kept tabs on you, and the second he even thought you were attempting to move on from him, he’d start the vicious cycle all over again. Javi would show up at your door with those remorseful eyes you couldn’t ever find the strength to slam your door shut on, and he’d get on his knees and beg for your forgiveness, spew an apology and declaration of love that could put the world’s greatest love songs and sonnets to shame, and seal his apology with a passionate kiss and another empty promise of change.

“You can’t actually stand here and tell me that you love him.”

“How can I, Javi? How am I ever supposed to even try to fall in love with someone else if you won’t let me? This isn’t fair to me. Everytime we break up, you go and fuck every woman within a five mile radius and I’m supposed to just be okay with that, but when I go on a date, you’re breaking my door down-”

“It’s different. I’m not taking them on dates because they don’t mean anything. They’re nameless, faceless, nothing.”

“That doesn’t make it hurt any less, Javier.”

He hates it when you use his full name, because then he knows he fucked up. He hates hearing the break in your voice. He hates when you look away from him to hide your teary eyes because you don’t want him to see you cry. Not again. He hates making you cry.

“Mi amor. Por favor, no llores. Tu cara es demasiado hermosa para arruinarse con lágrimas.”

(My love. Please, don’t cry. Your face is too beautiful to be ruined with tears.)

Javi loves you. More than he’s ever loved anyone. By some miracle or the grace of God, you love him back, no matter how many times he returns your heart shattered in his hands. So he shows you how much he loves you and needs you, and how fucking sorry he is the only way he really knows how to express.

He pulls you into his arms and captures your lips in a deep kiss, pouring every ounce of love he feels into your mouth, gripping onto your face gently to keep you in place so that you can’t walk away from him. He gets on his knees and uses his tongue to beg for forgiveness and redemption at the altar between your thighs. Javi fucks you slowly and deeply into that magical spot of time between midnight and twilight where everything is still and anything seems possible. He holds your hand above your head as you surrender your body to him. He catches a glimpse of heaven inside you and plants a seed, wondering if this one will take and give you the opportunity to try to grow something else together.

Javi drips sweet nothings and praise into your ear like honey, nuzzling affection into your neck and promises of ‘it’ll be different this time’ are plastered to your lips.

“Tienes mi corazón. Siempre lo has hecho. Quítame la vida también. Tómalo todo.”

(You have my heart. You always have. Take my life too. Take it all.)

Maybe it will be different this time. Maybe there will be a different ending.

Maybe it’ll be a happy one.

#javier peña #javier peña x you #javier peña x y/n #javier peña x reader #javier peña x female reader #javier peña x fem!reader #javier peña x f!reader #javier peña blurb #javier peña request #javier peña smut #court's 2k follower celebration #court's 2k friends celebration

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dcvrimb · 2 years ago

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♡ don’t be afraid i feel it too, a devrim & mi-reu playlist ♡ ( escuchar )

❝ they longed each to invade the other’s heart ❞.

para @h-mireu ♡

•——» 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 «——•

01. LITTLE NUMBERS de Boy ( i've re-arranged parts of my living room but time is hard to kill since I met you [...] watch the sky change to a darkened blue. i can't think of another thing to do and every song just makes me think of you )

02. FUERTEVENTURA de Russian Red ( do you remember when we used to live things separate? we hadn’t met or thought that could be possible. i’m glad you had your life. so good so listen to your past all of those things brought you with me and now we’re two )

03. I WANNA GET LOST WITH YOU de Stereophonics ( do you remember lighting the flame? was a birthday party of someone, then you told me your name. thought you were one in a million. i wanna get lost with you. it's the only thing I wanna do. get out of my mind with you )

04. HOLD U de Indigo De Souza ( you are a good thing i've noticed, i've noticed. and i want a good thing with you. you are the best thing, and i've got it, i've got you and i would do anything for you. and I will hold you, i will hold you, oh-oh )

05. ¿QUÉ SE SIENTE QUE ME GUSTES TANTO? de Daniel, Me Estás Matando ( hoy conspiran mis suspiros en contra de mis ganas cuando pasas y te miro y más allá de lo instintivo, tus ojos tienen algo que me deja pensativo [...] ¿qué se siente que me gustes tanto? que debo de aceptar que tengo miedo de tu encanto. ¿qué se siente que me gustes tanto, amor? que si un día tú te vas con alguien más, yo voy también )

06. DREAMING OF YOU de Cigarretes After Sex ( seen you from afar wondered who you are, wondered what you're like. think you're just my type and now I'm dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of you )

07. ACURRUCAR de Ed Maverick ( aunque no te culpo, hay veces en que ni siquiera yo me entiendo. quiero que sigamos aturrándonos la vida de recuerdos, quiero que me digas que me quieres y que me vas a extrañar [...] un día más, una vez más. en tus brazos, yo me quiero acurrucar )

08. PARIS IN THE RAIN de Lauv ( i look at you now and i want this forever. i might not deserve it but there's nothing better. don't know how i ever did it all without you. my heart is about to, about to jump out of my chest. feelings they come and they go, that they do. feelings they come and they go, not with you. we don't need a fancy town or bottles that we can't pronounce, 'cause anywhere, babe is like paris in the rain )

09. HYPNOTISED de Years & Years ( surround me, body and soul pull me into your glow, make me blush. unbound me, spin me in gold as the story unfolds in your touch. ooh, who can breathe me into life? ooh, just one more look at you my heart has been hypnotized )

10. JUMP THEN FALL (TAYLOR’S VERSION) de Taylor Swift ( i like the way you sound in the morning. we're on the phone and without a warning i realize your laugh is the best sound i have ever heard. i like the way i can't keep my focus, i watch you talk, you didn't notice. i hear the words but all i can think is we should be together. whoa, oh, I'm feeling you, baby. don't be afraid to jump then fall, jump then fall into me )

11. I ALWAYS KNEW de The Vaccines ( down, down in my bones somewhere I'd never ever known, right at the back of my head. it hit me like a beam of light, hit me like a hook of the right. and i could have fell to the floor 'cause you talk to me and it comes off the wall. you talk to me and it goes over my head. so let's go to bed before you say something real. let's go to bed before you say how you feel )

12. NORTH de Clairo ( i'm nervous, couldn't tell you why. touching me, hands warm on my thighs and i know i could turn a blind eye. afraid of what i'm gonna find, does it really have to be this way? oh, when my body hasn't felt the same? since you left my apartment. think how it feels to have your scent )

13. JAZZ BAR de Dreamcatcher ( english translation / even for the smallest movements i can't help but respond. baby, you know it (know it). know, baby, you know it. perhaps we are similar, thinking the same thoughts. seemingly wanting for something. did you slip in through open doors and sit down just to look at me like that every day? when our two eyes meet, i want to stop singing and draw closer to whisper. i feel I love you. oh, I love you. oh, I like you. do i know you? )

14. VEN AQUÍ de Los Bunkers ( si no tienes a nadie a quién quieras hablar por esta noche llámame. no te quedes quieto ni por un segundo tras mi puerta. ven aquí, no sabes cuánto te esperé. oh, las noches que no me dormí. no sabes qué es morir después. oh, de estar borracho y solo por ti. )

15. ONLY US de Laura Dreyfuss & Ben Platt ( i don't need you to sell me on reasons to want you. i don't need you to search for the proof that i should. you don't have to convince me. you don't have to be scared you're not enough 'cause what we've got going is good. i don't need more reminders of all that's been broken. i don't need you to fix what i'd rather forget. clear the slate and start over. try to quiet the noises in your head. we can't compete with all that, so what if it's us? what if it's us and only us and what came before won't count anymore or matter? can we try that? )

16. TOURIST de Yuna ( i guess i'll hang around a little while, while you here. no, i don't feel like being somewhere else. i guess I wouldn't mind to fall in love a little bit. ouch, i think i fell a little more. hanging on to nothing, i wouldn't change a thing. stay where you are now. oh no i've said too much. got both feet in. my dear you fear too much, i'm just a little bit love ridden. i'm falling in to you )

17. CAN’T GET YOU OUT OF MY MIND de Dreamcatcher ( i can't get you out of my mind. it's getting too stronger my feelings for youI can't get you out of my mind. i'll try to be patient, don't want you to rush. just can't get you out of my mind. you say we're not together but why do you hesitate, oh why )

18. GOLD DUST de NCT 127 ( english translation / only then did i notice that the light in my hands was not a star, it was you. a road came to me in thе dark night and carved you a golden sea moon has risen when time seemed to have stopped. i thought of you immediately, could this be love? good night, my moonlight. come and embrace me deeply. lying on the ripples of the embroidered night sky, perhaps you don't know how pretty your light is )

19. TO YOU de Seventeen ( english translation / in a swirling day you've given me a piece of happiness. you've placed all of the smiles in the world in my hands. so even if I run out of breath on a steep road, even when i lose my path during a cold day, we're still holding hands with warmth. to you, to you. the story i want to express to you, to you. i want to say more things like this. oh-oh, in a swirling wind if there's an eternal love, then you're that person )

20. PRETTY BOY de The Neighbourhood ( even if my heart stops beating you're the only thing i need, ooh, with me. even if the earth starts shaking, you're the only thing worth taking, ooh, with me. even if the sky's on fire. got you here, it's alright, oh, with me. as long as i got you i'm gonna be alright. as long as i got you, yeah. i'm not afraid to die, i'm alright. pretty boy, you did this with me, boy )

21. MILLION LITTLE REASONS de Oscar Lang ( there's a million little reasons for why i like your smile. there's a million little reasons for why i like your style, if I tried to write them down i'd run out of ink. there's a million little reasons for why i want you here. there's a million little reasons for why i want you near, if I tried to write them down i'd run out of ink )

22. LOOK AT ME de Damien Rice, CACUCA ( look into my eyes and you'll know that i truly love you. look into my eyes and you'll see that no one will harm you. look into my eyes and you'll feel that i will protect you. look into my eyes and you'll feel that you belong. look at me, look at me and little by little be sleepy. look at me, look at me and you'll see that the dreams will come. then close your tired eyes, so wet from crying. close them and you'll see that no one will hurt you at all. )

23. SNOW ON THE BEACH ft lana del rey by taylor swift ( i can't speak afraid to jinx it i don't even dare to wish it but your eyes are flying saucers from another planet, now i'm all for you like janet. can this be a real thing? can it? are we falling like snow at the beach? weird but fucking beautiful, flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful. you wanting me tonight feels impossible but it's coming down, no sound, it's all around like snow on the beach )

24. POPO (HOW DEEP IS YOUR LOVE?) de Kim Yerim ( you'll never know how much your voice attracts me, boy. it's exceptional. especially, when you're playing the song for me. i can't take my eyes away, can i walk with you or have a tea with you? your scent makes me feel like i live in paris can i love you? giving my all to you? you, yeah. get away from their unkindness but this time we should run together, you don't have to worry or hide, 'cause i get you with my heart. now you know how much your eyes make me wonder 'bout how deep is our love. especially, when you appreciate for me. i can't help loving you more )

25. SEPTEMBER COVER (EARTH, WIND & FIRE) de Taylor Swift ( do you remember the 28th night of september? love was changin' the minds of pretenders while chasin' the clouds away. our hearts were ringin' in the key that our souls were singin' as we danced in the night. remember how the stars stole the night away. ahh-ahh-ahh. hey, say that you remember. ai, ai, dancin' in september. ai, ai, never was a cloudy day ) PLUS * 26. VEN PORQUE TE NECESITO de Los Temerarios ( cuando te veré otra vez. mi vida cuando. paso las noches imposibles sin tu calor. cuando te veré otra vez, mi vida cuando. son las noches imposibles soñándote. ven, ven mi amor. ven a alegrar mi vida. ven, ven, mi amor )

#╰★ ﹙ playlist ﹚#h-mireu #esta playlist existe desde hace siglos pero siempre me ganaba la flojeraaa #pero no #llegó el día pa' que veas jijiji #esta bien largaaa #pero es que era necesario #pues ya está actualizada *chef's kiss*#*se va a escuchar la playlist*#ahora sí a rolear xD prdón #also la última que rolón asies :'D

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duhragonball · 2 years ago

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Dragon Ball GT 09

✨GT Stands for Grub Tunnels✨

Ugh... it’s time for the Para Brothers.

So last time, an alien stole the Six-Star Black Star Dragon Ball before our heroes could get it. This alien turns out to be Bon Para, one third of a trio with his siblings Son and Don. Goku, Trunks, and Pan chase after them in their own spaceship, which doesn’t matter, because they have the Dragon Radar, which means that it doesn’t matter if the Para Bros. get away. They can track the Six-Star Ball down at their leisure, knowing that the bad guys can’t do anything with it while they have the Four-Star Ball.

But Trunks keeps chasing them anyway, so Bon asks his ship’s computer what to do, and the computer suggests they head for a planetoid riddled with a maze of tunnels. The tunnels are infested with giant killer catepillars, so it’s a safe bet that they can lose their pursuers. In fact, the computer calculates the GT gang’s chances of survival at 0.00000000112%.

I want to pause a moment to stress this, because the computer reads off that whole number, and then the Para Brothers repeat it back, and this is the sort of thing that pisses me off about this show. It takes every possible opportunity to pad out the runtime.

So the Para Bros. lose their pursuers in the planetoid and head back to their base on Planet Luud, home of the Luud Cult. They worship a giant statue-looking thing called Luud, and their leader is a guy named Mutchy Motchi, who carries a whip. As the Para Bros. show up to report their success, he’s punishing another cultist who was also sent to find Dragon Balls, but came up empty handed.

So Mutchy snags him with his whip and the guy magically turns into a doll. Mutchy then tosses the doll into a giant pot that’s part of the Luud idol. This makes the Para Bros. nervous, but they actually found a Dragon Ball, so they figure they’ll be okay.

But Mutchy scolds them for failing to secure a second Dragon Ball, the one Goku’s group had already collected in Episode 6.

✨ “Good” “Ideas”, Poorly Executed✨

Okay, so the cult could have been an interesting angle. A lot of this whole thing reminds me of the Red Ribbon Army and the Frieza Force, but the religious aspect provides an interesting twist. You could really get some mileage out this, if you properly established what the cult is and what their connection is to the Dragon Balls.

And guess what? This series doesn’t explain either of those things. The fundamental problem here is that the Black Star Dragon Balls were on Earth until about a month ago, and they almost no one knew of their existence. Yet Mutchy has learned of their existence, and their power to grant wishes.

So he’s sent his followers to find the Dragon Balls, but they don’t know where to look. Seriously, the one dude even said that he couldn’t find any, because the universe is so vast and they have no idea where to look. But Mutchy turns him into a doll anyway, because he doesn’t want to hear excuses.

And yet, somehow the Para Bros. knew exactly where to go, because Bon was right where he needed to be in Episode 8. If anything, you have to wonder why he waited to grab the Six-Star Ball, since it was hanging from the end of Leine’s hair, plainly in view.

And yet, somehow, despite knowing where to find the Six-Star Ball, they had no idea that the Four-Star Ball was on the same planet, inside Goku’s ship.

But Mutchy does know, somehow? He says he learned this from “the revelations of Luud-sama”, so I guess he has some sort of way to locate the Dragon Balls, but then why did he wait until the Para Bros. got back before telling them about this? And why does he blame them for not already knowing about this?

This episode can’t make up its mind about whether the cult has a Dragon Radar or not. I think the idea here is kind of like the Red Ribbon Army, where they have a device for detecting Dragon Balls, but it’s not nearly as precise or as portable as Bulma’s design. So maybe Mutchy couldn’t find out about the Four-Star Ball until it was too late to tell the Paras, but he expected them to know anyway, because I guess he’s a huge dick.

Also, how does he even know about the Earthling ship, but he doesn’t know about the planetoid they’re currently lost in?

Wait, maybe Giru is feeding information to the cult. I mean, he can’t do it from inside the planetoid because he can’t send a clear transmission from inside the tunnels. Well, maybe there’s something to this, but I’m doubting it.

Anyway, the GT crew can’t find the Para Brothers’ ship, so they decide to head out of the planetoid, but then they get attacked by the giant caterpillars, so they get out of the ship to stand and fight. But the caterpillars are pretty tough, and they no-sell ki blasts and such. Why don’t Goku and Trunks go Super Saiyan, then? Because GT Logic, that’s why.

This gives the Para Brothers a chance. Mutchy sent them back to retrieve the Four-Star Ball, but they were afraid that the GT ship would be hopelessly lost or destroyed by the time they found them. Instead, Bon realizes that the fight gives them a clear shot to search the ship for the Dragon Ball, except they can’t find the thing.

✨Positivity Page✨

Okay, so at least this episode offers a better balance of power than the last... all of them. Up to now, I keep getting irritated that Goku doesn’t just beat up the villains or monsters preventing them from reaching their goals. This time, he actually starts fighting right away, and it just happens that the monsters are strong enough and numerous enough that he can’t just win immediately.

And this compliments the Para Brothers’ tactics. They can’t win a direct confrontation, but they can use sneaky tricks and misdirection. And so, Goku choosing to stand and fight actually seems to play into the Para Brother’s hands. So right off the bat, this is a better conflict than the one with Don Kee and Ledgic. Self high five, I guess.

✨Is This Episode Worse than “The Roaming Lake”?✨

Oh fuck, this is much worse. The padding and stalling in “The Roaming Lake” was egregious, but in this episode it’s downright insulting. The chase scene is pointless, the worm monsters attacking the GT ship was too long, and I’m pretty sure some of the footage was reused a few times. The Luud Cult probably needed some time to properly set the stage for their debut, but they still made sure to put plenty of cultists’ chanting in that scene, just to grab those extra seconds of filler.

Also, no matter what else “The Roaming Lake” might be guilty of, it does have that insert song during the part where Goku and Nam traced the riverbed back to Giran’s dam. And I didn’t have to ask how they found Giran’s dam, the way I have to ask how the cult found out about the Dragon Balls.

Also, and this is a minor nitpick in the grand scheme of things, but it really irritates me how Trunks claims he can use “technique” to catch up to the Paras’ ship despite its superior speed. Pan even calls this out by asking how Trunks can outfly the Paras when he’s never piloted a spaceship before, but more importantly, it’s outer space. You just pick a direction and go fast. There’s no inside track or shortcuts. If you’re faster than the other guy then it doesn’t matter how fancy they fly. And yes, they had a whole leg of the chase in an asteroid field, but that just means the Para Bros. are idiots for flying into it. And Trunks is kind of a dope for following them.

✨The Blade Braxton Memorial Haiku* ✨

“Find the Dragon Balls!”

Mutchy’s wish? To be in a

Better anime

#dragon ball #dragon ball gt #really sucks #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #goku #pan #trunks #mutchy motchy #bon para #son para #don para #leon #luud #*haiku does not come with crown as illustrated

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david3096 · 2 years ago

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The year is almost over, and I wanted to share with you a fragment of one of my Buddie’s fic, I Told You, the story takes part in different moments of Eddie and Buck’s lives. It is most focused on Día de muertos, but I still think it was worth to share.

If you want to read the whole fic, follow this link

And happy new year 🧡

“Home, sweet home" Buck says as he turns on the living room light.It's a cold night, Christmas decorations are all over the house, the tree is in the corner where they usually have two armchairs and a bookcase, in the entryway.

“We're getting old, it's about an hour to midnight and we're escaping Maddie and Chim's New Year's Eve party.”

“We don't have to lie to ourselves Edmundo, we hated most of the people there" says Buck, sitting down on the couch and taking off his boots.

“You're right" Eddie takes off his coat and sits down next to his husband, starting to take off his boots as well "So many people we didn't know and they kept asking us uncomfortable questions.”

Buck gives him a half-smile “I can't remember the last time they doubted our marriage so much.”

“That's never happened to us before, not even when we were just best friends" Eddie laughs.

“Maybe they were thinking that the mature latino man deserves more than this old white man" Buck comments, and Eddie knows him well enough to know that's not entirely a joke.

“You're not going to start with that, Evan." he says, in an annoyed tone, "You still look as handsome as you did..." Eddie pauses.

“You don't remember how long we've been together?" Buck teased him, "Unbelievable, way to make me feel better.”

“Do you remember?” Buck opens his eyes wide.

“Okay, I forgive you" they both start to laugh.

“The point is, when I first met you I thought you were the most handsome man in the world" Eddie says "And I still think exactly the same, plus now I have the advantage of saying you're my husband of who knows how many years" Buck laughs.

“You know I love you, don't you?”

“A kiss is a good reminder" Buck kisses him and they settle back on the couch, both of them silent.

“You know what annoyed me the most about leaving early?" Buck asks.

“That we couldn't steal more food?”

“No!" Buck pauses "Well, maybe a little." Eddie looks at him with a big smile, "But I couldn't dance with you.”

“Well, let's dance now" Eddie says, standing up and looking at his husband, who is still sitting on the couch.

“What? Are you serious?”

“Why not?" Eddie says. "Who's going to stop us?" Eddie stands up to turn on the old stereo, connects his cell phone and searches for a song. “Come on" he says, offering his hand.

“You're crazy, you know that?" his husband replies, but he stands up and takes his hand anyway.

“You love that" Eddie jokes "Besides, I've always had a fantasy of dancing with you when a new year starts" Eddie leaves his cell phone on the table to put his hands around Buck's neck, while his husband puts his hands on his waist.

“Why didn't you say anything?" he asks. But before Eddie can answer, the song begins.

"Sé que aún me queda una oportunidad. Sé que aún no es tarde para recapacitar. Sé que nuestro amor es verdadero. Y con los años que me quedan por vivir demostraré cuanto te quiero."

“Our wedding song?" Buck tells him, raising an eyebrow, the two begin to dance.

“It's part of my fantasy" Eddie jokes as they continue to dance, smiling to each other.

“You know, I don't think I ever told you but I know what the song says" Buck steals a small kiss from his lips.

“Oh yeah? Since when do you know how to speak better Spanish than me?”

“Since never" Buck laughs "Remember you said you wanted our song choice to be a surprise?”

“I remember you were trying to figure out the name of the song for months, you kept offering me my favorite dishes and kisses so I would tell you.”

“And it didn't work" Buck laughs, "You used to be stricter before.”

“Nah" Eddie says "It's just that now we know how things work and we get ahead of ourselves to be okay.”

“You're right.” Buck puts his hands around Eddie's neck, and he puts his hands around his husband's waist. “The point is that when we got back from our honeymoon, I asked Chris for the name of the song.”

“Con los años que me quedan" Eddie says.

“Yeah, but did you know there's an English version?”

“Yeah, actually...”

“Who's telling the story?" Buck tells him with an even bigger grin than before.

“I'm sorry, go on.”

“Well, I looked up the song and came across the English version and thought It'll be easier than listening to it in Spanish and looking for a translation but...”

“The song doesn't say the same thing" Eddie hurries to kiss him before his husband protests.

“I hate you" he says, but his eyes say the opposite "And when I listen to the English version...”

“If We Were Lovers" Eddie reminds him.

“I thought, this describes perfectly how I felt when I still wouldn't admit how I feel about Eddie. So I told Chris and he started laughing in my face” Eddie wants to laugh too, but he uses all his strength not to. “And he told me that even though it's technically the same song, written by the same people, sung by the same person, they don't say the same thing, can you believe it?”

“Yeah, actually...”

“Shhhh, I'm telling the story" Buck tells him again and the two share a brief kiss "Then Chris translated what the Spanish version says and played me the song. I was crying at the end.” Eddie smiles and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

“Yeah, actually...”

“I already got to that part, let me finish Edmundo" Buck says, pretending to be angry, because even though his voice sounds like that, he keeps smiling. "Chris told me that you thought it was the perfect song for both of us, because the English version talked about our past and the Spanish version about our future.”

“And what do you think?”

“Well, now dancing with you to this song again, feeling like the happiest man in the world, I can tell you that I agree.”

“You're so corny.” Eddie kisses him again. They continue to dance as if it were the only important thing in the world, just as they first danced as husbands so many years ago. Eddie can feel how magical and peaceful this moment is, because now they are dancing barefoot in the living room of their home.

“Remember what you told me the day before we got married?” Buck asks him as another song starts.

“That Shannon's ghost was going to stop our wedding and that if she were still alive she would hate you?” Buck begins to laugh loudly and Eddie feels like he could listen to that sound for the rest of his life without getting tired of it.

“No, silly” he replies, still with a smile on his face, “About getting old and how you'd tell me in your old man voice that I was always the love of your life.”

“Hey! You have to do the old man voice!”he jokes.

“Can't you wait a few years for my voice to really sound like that?”

“Sometimes you're no fun” Eddie teases him "But I do remember, what about it?”

“Well, these have been the most wonderful years of my life.”

“Mine too.”

“And I don't know, I wanted to tell you that I wish I had known you before.”

“I don't know, we were both pretty stupid before.”

“Eddie, I'm trying to talk to you about my feelings" Buck complains, "But you're right" Buck makes Eddie turn around and hugs him on the back, they keep dancing like that for a while, Buck's face close to Eddie's ear, "But when I met you I'd been waiting half my life for someone who could really love me and not be scared of my love...”

“And now you've had half a life with me" Eddie jokes.

“I hope it's less than half a life, that we'll be together longer," Buck bites his husband's ear a little and can feel him trembling, "Because half a life with you won't be enough.”

“Evan...” Eddie turns around, puts one of his hands on Buck's chest and the other on the back of his neck. Before he can say anything, they begin to hear the fireworks announcing that a new year has begun.

“Happy New Year, Edmundo”

“Happy New Year Evan.” Eddie feels as if time has stopped and this is the only time he can consider being alive. And he thinks it's ridiculous because he always feels this way with Buck. He can't find the words that can encompass it all, so he says the ones he feels make it better. “I love you.”

“I love you more” And they keep dancing for the rest of the night.

#Eddie Diaz #evan buckley #buck x eddie #buddie #buddie fanfic #my writing

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jww-archive · 2 years ago

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IF SHE GIVES ME HALF A CHANCE / self para when / march 2017| where / backstage to the san antonio rodeo featuring @vannrichmond

The crowd was still screaming her name when she stepped off the stage. Some time ago, the high she got off performing had faded away. She could turn on and off the performer in her, and she felt her real personality settle back over her. Her heels clicked as she walked backstage, a thousand people talking to her and the words blurring by. She had a pen in her hands and was signing things as she made her way to her dressing room.

She’d barely gotten the door shut when Morgan came bursting through the door. “June,” he said with a grin. “Don’t bother getting undone. We’re going out.”

June paused, she was about to take an earring out. Her eyes drug to the clock. It was the early sort of late. “Where?” she asked.

“Nowhere he’ll be, don’t worry. Got a buddy who has a place.”

June shook her head and swiped her clutch and nodded to the door. “Alright, then.”

“I want to stop at this hole in the wall first.”

She would be overdressed but whatever. Wasn’t like she was in the mood to change, and she could use a drink. She couldn’t shake the sour taste in her mouth from walking by him, a girl under each arm. She looked through him, he winked, and she pretended to not acknowledge his existence — even if she wanted to smack that cowboy hat off his head.

“I could use a drink, Morgan.” She said, her own way of saying hurry up and lead. He paused for a second and dug through her trunk and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. “How’d that get in there?”

“I been stashing shit in your trunks for like a year now.”

“Unbelievable.”

Yet, he was twisting off the cap and taking a slug before he handed it to her. “Incredible night.” June was tipping the bottle back when she remembered that this was technically his first stadium he’s opened for.

She didn’t answer. She was trying to let the whiskey work out the kinks in her mood. The anger. The annoyance. With a hand, Morgan swept around her, steering her with the hand on her back.

—

When the phone rang, she knew who it was. This was the game they played. He’d get drunk, he’d call her, and she’d answer because she always did. He’d call her for other reasons, slurring his words, but it ended in her feeling a type of way, thinking about taking him back, and in the morning she’d be bombarded with photos of him and some random girl and she’d feel stupid.

June was perched on the corner of the billiard table. She liked Morgan’s friends enough. The whiskey was good and tilted it up to her lips. She let it ring a few times before the alcohol and petty had her picking up the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey,” he drawled back. She couldn’t tell if it was loud or not, it was loud in this house. The boys were bullshitting around, singing bar tunes, making up the lyrics. When they sang a line about her, her head snapped to them and she grinned.

“What is it, Vann?” She wasn’t really in the mood for this game he liked to play.

His name got the attention of Morgan, who rolled his eyes. “Hang up the phone,” he shouted, like a middle schooler who shouted hello to your mother when she called.

There was a pause. Whatever Vann was gonna say was caught off guard by other voices. “Thought you looked good.”

“Hang up the damn phone, June,” now his friend joined in.

“Why they telling you to hang up?” Vann asked.

“Everyone saw the display you put on,” June shrugged. “Seems like you ain’t need me, you’re plenty busy with your layovers.”

“June,” Vann started.

“No, Vann, it was a good performance. I’ll enjoy all the photos I get tagged in. I’d say don’t worry about it, but I know you’re not.”

Morgan stood up, and sauntered over to where she was perched. He was drunk too. Sighing, and resting next to her he said, “You ain’t even with him, quit fighting him on the phone. Hang up, and we’ll play some pool.”

“I gotta go,” June said.

“June—“ whatever he was gonna said was cut off with her hanging up.

June’s head felt slow with the whiskey she drank, she looked at Morgan for a long moment and he looked back. “You’ve got him some kind of fucked up, you know.” His drawl was thick when he said it.

“He isn’t losing any sleep,” June shrugged. He wasn’t. He called when he was drunk because that’s what he did. He called. She answered. She didn’t really ever question it. It was just what they did.

“What’s the deal with you when it comes to him?”

“You’re looking at it.” He called, she answered, she felt stupid. What else was new? He had a good way of making her feel dumb, making her feel like he was playing her. She bristled against the thought. It was another chink in the armor, because a week ago she was the drunk one telling him she loved him and him telling her that he would come to her hotel.

Morgan’s hand slipped to the other side of her, his forearm resting against her hip for a moment before his hand went to her hip. It clicked, then, how close he was. Just a tilt of her head, and she could’ve kissed him. June scooted off the table, putting distance there, her stomach lurching. A clear indication of the word no without embarrassing either of them. She shook her head, too, the noise of the house seemed to still. “I’m gonna go back. You enjoy being with your friends. I need to rest my voice.” An excuse, but he wasn’t an asshole so he let her have it.

“Okay, you’ll be safe?”

“Yeah, Denny’s outside waiting anyway.”

“Okay, just... uh, tell me when you’re back?”

“Mhmm,” she said and was already walking out the door. Walking out to the drive and nodded to her driver. “Can you take me back to the hotel, Denny?”

“Of course, ma’am.”

He opened the door for her and she got in, settling into the backseat. The overwhelming sadness hit her then. Tires churned on the road as they drove in silence and June bit her lip, trying to stop the tears from welling up. This wasn’t the first time this happened. It just was something of the nicest way it happened. She something of knew that she was open season since the break up. People she considered to be just friendly, men who she thought were just nice, it was a prelude to them waiting and trying to make a move. Usually it was a little more aggressive, they confused her being nice to liking them and then she was some sort of prize to be had now.

This one hurt a little more. Mostly because she thought he really was a friend. All the fights her and Vann had over him, in particular. How nice he was during the events to her when Vann bailed and she had to go alone. He had seemed respectful and sympathetic, but apparently it seemed like that was just out of respect. Which made him, well, like everyone else. The overwhelming loneliness took stock in her and she started to cry.

Denny looked into the rearview. “Ma’am? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Denny. Just a rough night. I’m tired is all.” Tired of feeling like this. Lonely. She was lonely feeling when she was with Vann there at the end. She was lonely feeling now as she realized she didn’t have close friends, she had men who were waiting on her to be single to make a move. They didn’t actually care it was just all part of this long game. This was the cost of it all, she supposed. The overwhelming loneliness.

#( self para. )#/ this was in my drafts it can be posted now

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fi-fitz-flynn · 10 months ago

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Trust {Self-Para feat. James}

Prior Reading:

How could I refuse? {Self Para} Hiding In The Shadows {Flynn & Smee} In The Dark Corners {Self Para}

@jameshawks

Timeline: Late October/Early November.

Flynn drove away from the warehouse with full intention to call Alex and demand some answers.

But what would he say? And why?

His Alias wouldn’t care. This used to be what he did. He was a runner for a large cartel. He didn't care what he moved. Just that he got paid.

But she didn’t know that he was burned there. She didn’t know he had turned them in.

So why wouldn’t he do this?

Flynn sighed, pulling over and rubbing his hands over his face.

How many people did he know that tried to protect against this exact thing?

Holley had been shot, Bianca had died, he saw darkness in Gil, that he could only imagine came from this.

What would they say?

What would Holley say?

They would jump into action, they would find out who was who, they would take it down. Return the objects to who it belonged to.

But after. After they would look at him, who had been caught fencing not just illegal goods, but magick goods. They would be disappointed. They would know that everything they had trusted him with had been misplaced.

He would prove everything he thought about himself.

But he didn’t want that.

He didn’t want to be someone people looked at with hesitation, or at least not them. Not those connections he made. Fuck the rest of the world.

Flynn was going to do right by them.

So what would they do?

Something righteous. Some type of plan to take it down. Who they could call in the RAS.

Holley would be his first call.

But she was still technically off active duty.

Gil? His roommate?

Well these days Gil seemed to have another focus. So that left James.

The agent he knew the least.

The only one he could care less about if he hated him.

Maybe James would ship me off. Revoke his ward status before he had to look Holley and Gil in the face. That would be fine. That would be expected. He had broken probably every rule he was given.

He’d have to dust out some of his other aliases. Pull from his offshore bank.

He’d be fine.

And at least he did the right thing.

Fuck it. He was going to be alone again.

Groaning again Flynn rubbed at his face before putting the car back into drive.

Speeding his way back to Swynlake, Flynn didn’t hesitate. He didn’t stop, if he did he wasn’t sure he would keep going. This would ruin his life.

But if he didn’t.

How many others would be hurt or killed because he couldn’t step up.

Flynn didn’t bother with some random ass cover story. The RAS could deal with that, if someone saw him knocking with his fist. He could only really care about one item at a time.

James pulled the door open quickly. His hair and shirt ruffled as if he had run to the door and considering how hard Flynn was knocking, he was sure that was the case.

It only took a second before James ushered Flynn in.

No pleasantries, no small talk. They both knew this wasn’t the time for it.

Relating the whole story to James, Flynn didn’t waste it with frivolous details. The warehouse, the amount of paintings and artifacts, the security. The scales and who knew what else.

“We can confiscate everything but that would just lead everyone there doing it again. We need the location of the auction.”

“You want it to go through?”

“I’ll talk to the main office but I think that’s our best play. We’ll find out who’s the suppliers and who are the buyers. We could get some big names or even small ones out before it can get bigger. You’re going to have to get us that location.”

Flynn paused shaking his head at the other. “You want me to act like everything’s normal.”

“Yeah- You have a problem with it? Obviously people there trust you.”

“Do you trust me?” Flynn questioned his eyes narrowing. Sure he was here but the rules he broke?

“Not really. But I’m sure Shiftwell and Wahed do to some extent and besides you came to me when you didn’t have to. Which means right now we’re on the same side. So go get that information. We’ll plan the raid and we’ll get some people arrested.”

“That’s a pretty simple plan.” Flynn muttered leaning back into the chair.

“The complexities will come into play when we figure out who we’re sending in, If you have to go in. But this is what I do, I hit fast and I hit hard. I’ll take the lead on this side, just get the information we need and it will stay a simple plan.”

So Flynn had to trust them, going back into a snake’s den. But he already made that decision the moment he knocked on James’ door.

No matter what happened he had chosen his side.

#self para #jameshawks #//more things i should have written before flolley kiss

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morrigan-urie · 10 months ago

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Soul for a Soul || Self-Para

The grip on the back of her neck was bruising, so much so that she feared any more pressure would snap her spine. Her hair tangled under her father’s fingertips, pinching pain scattering across her scalp, but she dared not cry out – crying out would only cause more pain to follow, and she was almost positive she may not survive the encounter.

Morrigan knew where Douglas was dragging her despite Desmond’s strict rules for her to not go past a certain point. Curiosity killed the cat and all, but she was able to steel herself a little more that the unknown was known instead of letting the uncertainty eat away at her. She was headed towards the direction of the dungeon, as her and Chandler liked to call it.

A cold and empty, most of the time, basement. Drain in the middle of the floor, bare necessities for more… long term occupants and a locked closet with implements that were only in her wildest nightmares. A rather mafia-esque room that only stone cold killers would shove someone. A killer like her father if the murderous glares he was sending her was any indicator.

She’d been in her room studying for class when he bust in like a hurricane of fury. Morrigan couldn’t help shrinking away from the imposing aura– Douglas never came to her room, never deigned himself low enough to visit someone like her. A useless woman when there wasn’t money involved.

“You fucking whore,” he bellowed, his voice echoing so much so that she knew Chandler would hear from down the hall, “I let you go to school, give you freedom, and you find a boy and fuck him.” Her stomach fell, a pit of anxiety forming large enough to make her nauseous. He knew. She still had to try to deflect; anything to hide Julian.

Morri scrambled to her feet and backed away, “I’ve done no such thing, father, I swear.” Her voice was pleading but nothing could stop the bulldozer of a man charging at her; hand reared back and smacking her with such force that she lost her footing, falling back into her bed. She immediately tasted the tang of blood from a split lip– a hand shakily wiping away the crimson that had appeared.

“You dare lie?” Douglas seethed, gripping her throat and lifting her so they were nose to nose; her feet dangling in the air since her father was taller than her by good foot and change. Morrigan couldn’t even speak, choking around her father’s grip as her hands tried to find purchase on his forearm– her attempt to leverage space so she could breathe met with increasing pressure. Her vision swam and darkened around the edges, and she felt like she was floating until reality came crashing back down; her father having thrown her to the ground.

Morri struggled to breathe past the lump in her throat, fingers scratching against the carpet of her bedroom to alleviate the pain. Air wheezed into her lungs, her father having come so close to crushing her larynx completely. Any reprieve she was wishing to get wasn’t coming when Douglas took a fistful of her hair, craning her head at an awkward angle. “An associate of mine saw the two of you together, you thought you were so clever,” he hissed, punctuating his words by ramming her head into the floor. However plush her carpeting was, it didn’t diminish the impact; pain skittering in her skull.

“Father, please,” she begged, “it’s not what you think. Nothing happened.”

Begging was the wrong decision, she knew that when a swift kick was delivered to her stomach, a choking noise bouncing off the walls of her room. “Give me his name, whore,” Douglas’ question punctuated as he kicked, “give it to me and I’ll let you off easy.”

Tears fell from her cheeks as she shook her head. She couldn’t– wouldn’t– subject Julian to the same torture as her or death. Not when she made the conscience decision to pursue what was between them, especially when she knew that waited for her at the end of the line. Morrigan Urie was never a free girl, she was living on borrowed time until she was sold. It was all her fault.

That was the thought that lingered in her head as she was drug to the basement and thrown unceremoniously onto the floor– the force of the impact gouging through her leggings, causing her knees and her palms to bleed. “I’ll give you some time alone to think carefully on the next thing that comes out of your mouth,” Douglas said coolly before closing the reinforced door, the latches and deadbolts leaving a sickening feeling in her stomach.

Morrigan wiped her hands against the fabric of her leggings, wincing against the sharp needles of pain, but so far this wasn’t something she couldn’t handle. She slowly pressed her fingertips into the injured parts of her body, assessing the damage. It was easier to list off what wasn’t hurt, but nothing was permanent that she could tell.

She rose onto shaky feet, arms wrapping around her middle as she shivered. There wasn’t much to protect her from the cold of the basement when she only wore a t-shirt and now leggings with holes in them. Morrigan chanced a look around the bleak room, surely to be her doom as many others who were brought down here– only those that had committed heinous crimes against the family came down here… she could only guess that was especially true for her.

Morrigan’s eyes met the camera in the corner of the ceiling, staring back at her with a blinking red light. She was being watched, so she dared not utter a word– even though she probably couldn’t from the trauma on her neck currently. She wandered to the cabinet of curiosities, noticing the large padlock on the handles. Smart, she thought. Keeps death out of the hands of the prisoners.

She felt weary, exhaustion setting into her bones even though she could only have been locked in the basement for mere minutes. Morrigan pushed herself onto the bed, avoiding the strange stains on both the flooring and the bare mattress with her uncovered feet; shrinking into a ball as if to protect herself. That was the only time she allowed herself to think of him, in her dreams where she saw his smile, his dimples– heard his intoxicating laugh.

Morrigan no longer knew how long she was locked into the room the next time her father visited, it could have been hours or days– nothing but the fluorescent lights that never turned off and the dripping of a leaking pipe to keep her company. She only knew it must have been a significant chunk of time for how grimy she felt, her hair starting to get greasy at the scalp. She was snapped out of a dozing slumber when the door banged open; her father’s imposing stance filling the doorframe.

In an instant she was on her feet, not willing to meet his gaze sitting down and vulnerable; though there wasn’t really any stance she could take that would make her ever feel like anything more than a mouse in his presence. “Name,” he demanded. She’d have to be an idiot not to know what he was asking for, yet she only shook her head in response. Morri met Douglas’ hard gaze with her own, lifting her chin in silent defiance.

His ice blue gaze flicked to the cabinet and she knew that spelled the start of the physical torture phase. She flinched as Douglas unlocked it, the padlock falling to the ground with a loud bang. “Kneel,” the order fell from her father’s lips and she obeyed, keeping a wince to herself as she knelt on her bruised and scraped knees; knowing that wasn’t the worst she was going to feel. She heard it then, the snap of leather in her father’s hands, nausea rolled her stomach and bile rose in her throat.

Douglas wasted no breath asking his question again, knowing that he wasn’t going to pry it out of her until he was done. Morrigan only heard the whistle before the impact of the whip sliced against her back– she understood why her father didn’t request that she removed her shirt; it offered little to no barrier against the barrages. She was successful in keeping her pain to herself, but after the fifth or sixth strike, when he changed where he aimed so that the whip was now impacting pre-existing wounds.

She couldn’t help her screams then, the force of the screams squeezing around the knot in her throat; her wails bouncing off the walls and coming back at her amplified, so it sounded as though there were ten of her screaming. Morrigan could feel the blood coming out of her wounds in torrents, her father not even bothering to pull his strikes. She lost count until eventually Douglas was done, though she was numb to more pain– her entire back feeling like a wildfire of pain. Morri only registered that there were no more whippings when he knelt in front of her, her eyes moving from where she fell into a fetal position to take in the blood that splattered his arms and shirt, her blood, to meet his face.

His face was as cold and indifferent as she always saw him when he looked at her, except this time he was painted with streaks of her blood. The sight of it almost made her retch. “Name,” he spat out. Morrigan responded with a weak shake, her body falling into shock as the cold of the concrete floor seeped into her skin– perhaps she would die there? Then he’d be safe, save her brothers didn’t rat Julian out. Desmond and Chandler wouldn’t, though. Not if she wouldn’t. Morrigan bit down on her tongue to keep his name from spilling from her lips until she tasted the iron of her own blood.

Her father tsked, letting the bloodied whip fall to the ground in front of her. “That was the easiest punishment I had in store. Trust me, you will tell me eventually,” he muttered in almost cold indifference, like the whole ordeal was a boring chore to him. Anger simmered in her body though she had no energy to move from the floor, so she did what she could and glared at the man. The most brazen look she’d ever given him, but he didn’t care to look as his retreating through the door. A shuttered breath that broke into a sob sounded the moment she heard the door bolt shut. Even if she had an audience looking at her through the camera, she cried.

Her tears dried eventually as she fell in and out of consciousness, the pain in her back severe enough that she dared not move. She embraced the cold and dingy floor– faintly making the realization that her blood stains now collected and was drying onto the floor, becoming part of the gruesome tapestry that the next inhabitant would have to look at. The thought made her laugh, giggle almost… no one was safe in the basement dungeon if Douglas Urie’s own fucking daughter was there. Still she dreamed of him.

She jolted awake at hearing the door unlatch, steeling herself for another attack, but relief washed through her blood at the sight of her brother though she didn’t dare let it show on her face. Morrigan took in her brother’s appearance. Blonde hair disheveled and sporting black eyes from a broken nose. His punishment. She watched him but made no movement as he bent down and grabbed the whip– she realized what the display was for then… his punishment, to see her in that state and clean up after their father like the dutiful soldier he was. Desmond lingered though, her eyes moving from the whip in his hand to his face, fear washing through her. Perhaps she had miscalculated and she was about to be beaten again at the hand of her brother, but it was shoved to the back of her mind when he gave her an almost imperceptible shake of his head.

Relief washed through her– they hadn’t said anything. They hadn’t broken yet; they were still holding strong. Julian was safe still. She could have sobbed with happiness if she had any more energy and tears left in her. Desmond set upon his task of cleaning and putting everything away, not daring to say another word. For a second she felt safe in his presence and his news was a safety blanket on her, a small reprieve from the pain she felt. She heard a distant clatter, out of the corner of her eyes she saw that an ugly looking knife had fallen onto the floor. She had expected Dezzie to bend over and retrieve it, however she noticed that his foot moved slightly to edge it under the table out of view from anyone that was standing and the camera.

An angel in disguise, ever her protector even when they were both in the midst of their own hell with their father. Desmond locked up the cabinet again, retreating to the door again; not sparing her another glance in fear of more retaliation. Then it was back to the game of ‘how long has it been’.

Drip, drip, drip of the pipes and the flicker of the lights kept her company.

Eventually Morri gained the strength to slowly sit up, every inch moved pure agony– her groans of discomfort quickly morphing into sobs of pain. She could only sit there and regain her composure slowly through measured breaths. Time was inconsequential, but she knew deep in her bones and that of her flayed back that not enough time had passed between her whipping to endure another torture when the door flew open again.

Her father advanced and tossed an object at her, the clack of it skittering to a halt pool of her blood. Her burner phone. He must have torn her room apart, searching for answers that she didn’t dare to give– it was hidden under a loose board in her wall. Morrigan glanced up at the man that she never regarded as her father, but no longer regarded as a man but a monster. Pure evil. Her hands shook as she grabbed the phone risking a glance at the message that displayed on the screen knowing that it would most likely be the last time she ever saw anything he said.

B.E.: What have you been up to? B.E.: You alright? I can grab your homework if you need it. B.E.: Where are you? B.E.: …? B.E.: I love you

She could only sob as she stared at the words, glancing back up at her father; pressing the phone into her chest like it would keep Julian safe and sound. Sheltered from the wrath of her father. There wasn’t much left in her to keep him hidden– now that there was physical truth of betrayal in her father’s eyes, there wasn’t anything that would stop him from prying Julian’s name from her lips. It was then that she remembered the small sliver of hope her brother had provided her. Either to use on their father… or herself. It was up to her.

She lunged for the knife, her body and muscles screaming at the sudden movement, scraping desperately across the floor for the knife that was hidden; a creeping desperation clawing at her spine as she felt the rumblings of her father advancing on her. She was screaming, she realized, the hoarse noise piercing against the blood rushing in her veins as she grabbed the hilt of the knife– drawing it towards her with such ferocity only for it to stop before piercing too deeply. Her father’s hand around her hand. “Not so fast, you bitch,” he roared, snapping her wrist; the blade falling to the floor silently as she screamed. “You think you could get off that easy? I tell you when you die, your life is mine,” he yelled even louder, his fists raining down relentlessly– hitting anything and everything.

“Name, now,” Douglas punctuated with a shake. Morrigan couldn’t even see his wrath anymore, her eyes having swollen shut several punches ago. At least in the darkness, she could envision him. Julian’s curly hair, the softness of his lips on hers, the sound of her name on his lips. She wasn’t stupid enough to use his real initials, Desmond and them all made code names for each other, she gave Julian ‘Blue Eyes’… one of her favorite features about him. So… she lied. She was a terrible liar, but she had hoped with every fiber of her being that her father bought it.

“B-B…rian Edwards,” she croaked out, tears leaking out through the slits of her swollen eyelids.

God, forgive her for condemning another so Julian may live.

She felt the impact of the floor hit her body as her father dropped her like yesterday’s trash, his cold voice the only thing she could register, “You just had to make it so hard. For that, I’m going to make his death even more painful than anything you’ve experienced.” Morrigan shivered, at his words until the darkness blessedly claimed her.

Morri mind floated along, blissfully unawares and free from her torn and battered body until something was tugging at her mind. Talking… hushed whispers more like, it was bringing her to the surface and the surface hurt. She gasped as pain flooded her system, choking as her throat was too dry to withstand the rapid intake of breath. Morrigan could hear the rapid beeping of a monitor next to her as it signified her raising anxiety and desperation– her eyes were glued shut, her arms shooting to the side to grasp something, anything, to protect herself until she felt the prick in her arm and darkness claimed her once again.

The next time she came to, Morrigan was able to open her eyes… well one of them. The sunlight hurt… everything hurt. She realized she was in her room, in her own bed– glancing around, there wasn’t any sign that her room had been destroyed like she thought. A movement caught her eye, a nurse entered her room, someone she wasn’t familiar with. She could have laughed at the situation. On the outside it appeared as though her father was a caring man, keeping his injured daughter safe in the confines of their home and providing around the clock care when in reality he didn’t want her to be seen as damaged as she was. Morrigan was still goods, as damaged as she was, and her father would rather meet an early grave than let his goods be seen as anything less than extraordinary.

“Oh, dear, you’re awake,” the elderly nurse said as she approached, kindness etched on her face, “you’re at home. Whoever had kidnapped you did a real number on you… you’ve been in an induced coma for a week now.” The woman pushed the chair closer to the bed and sat in it. She almost snorted at the obvious lie her father had told the woman and most likely officials that came knocking on the door, though no one would dare question Douglas Urie. Morri turned her head to face her, as agonizing as it was, to utter a simple word. “Brian?” The woman cocked her head in confusion before a lightbulb went off, “Oh… your father thought you’d ask so he wanted me to read an article to you once you woke up.”

There was a shuffling of paper before the woman spoke again, “okay… he said it was on the third page…” More rifling before a hushed ‘oh dear’ and the woman cleared her throat. Morrigan couldn’t face the woman and watch her face morph with whatever she had spot read in the newspaper, so she opted to stare at the ceiling. “Brian Edwards, found in the port canal early Tuesday morning by officials– mutilated almost past recognition. Suspected gang crime.” The woman couldn’t stomach whatever the article wrote, and Morrigan couldn’t blame the woman.

“Did you know him, dear?” She asked.

Morrigan nodded, “I loved him and now I can never see him again.”

It was only she that knew who she was talking about. It wasn’t Brian Edwards, and as long as her father lived and breathed… she could never see Julian again.

#sp; soul for a soul #sp;#proceed with caution; ye be warned

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O Hol-ey Dress | Para

Who: Owen Evans & Kyla Clarington

Where Lockerroom showers.

Notes: Owen gets a little dommy with one of his best cheerios...and promotes her to captain of the squad after railing her in the showers. Super professional. @dancer-subclarington

Word Count: 5,048

OWEN: Owen ran his hands through his hair, streaking it back under the hot stream of his post-practice shower, when he heard Kyla clear her throat behind him, announcing her presence. Turning around, his eyes nearly bulge out of his head at the sight of her in nothing but that God damn dress. “Fuck.” He breathes, baring himself fully to her without an ounce of shame. “Damn, do you look good." He says, biting his lip as he steps closer to Kyla, winking at her as steps in closer, the water streaming down his thickly muscled frame. “The picture you posted is nothing compared to how hot it looks in person. Just for the record… Are you sure you want to risk my ruining this little thing? You might not be able to wear it again once I’m done with you…”

KYLA: Kyla was all but bouncing off the walls during practice, though she’d not told her stunt group the big reason. She kept her back to everyone in the locker room while they changed, discouraging anyone to talk to her. Once everyone had gone, she’d put on the dress. A look in the mirror gave her the confidence to interrupt Owen in the shower, as she couldn’t wait any longer. “Thank you,” she smiled, a rosy red coming to her cheeks as she took him in. “I can always get another dress,” she reasoned, a hand on his big chest. “But I don’t think anyone will treat me quite like you will.”

OWEN: Owen grinned cockily. “You’ve got that right, Ky.” He chuckled, looking down at her with a lustful expression on his face, running his hands up and down her dress. “I don’t plan on completely ruining this dress yet, anyway,” He leaned in, ghosting his lips against hers, his hand moving down her back and along the curve of her hip. “I have other plans for you first.” With that, he lifted her off the ground and carried her over to the bench, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, admiring her curves and the dress that clung perfectly to her body before leaning in and kissing her deeply. With her hands on his body, he made a point to flex under her touch - his chest and arms hardening responsively as his own hands mapped out her body over the skimpy little dress.

KYLA: “Other plans hm? Like wh-“ She cut herself off with a squeal, hooking her legs around his buff body as she was lifted up. Her knees and legs reflexively spread as she scooted in close on his abs, moaning into the kiss as her hands found his abs, still slick from the shower. Her finger trailed along his stomach following the path of a stray water droplet.

OWEN: Owen let out a low growl as Kyla hooked her legs around his body, feeling the heat between them intensify tenfold. Trailing hot kisses along her jawline and down her neck before whispering in her ear, “Mmm, plans like…making you moan my name until you can’t take it anymore.” He reached down between them, cupping Kyla’s core through her dress as she began rubbing her gently. “Fuck…feels like you’re already wet for me,” he murmured before capturing her lips in another deep, open-mouthed kiss. Pulling back, grinning cheekily at her as she admired his abs, Owen flexed his six-pack and watched as she ran her hands over his hard-earned set. “You like those abs, Kyla?” He asked as flexed them harder still. “I can give you an even better view…” With that, he leaned back a little, his muscles bulging as he ran his hands down the length of his torso. “Fuck yeah…worship this bod, Ky…,” he moaned softly.

KYLA: “You sure know how to spoil a girl,” she gasped as his warm lips caressed her skin. She was very sure she was already wet for Owen, and thinking about moaning his name in this space that wasn’t as private as she was used to felt scandalous in the best way. “God yes,” she had to admit, her eyes now on his ab pack. The fact that she had abs herself didn’t do a thing towards making her not weak to abs on anyone. But these abs, big as they were and glistening in the light were nothing less than inviting. “You read my damn mind,” she said very quickly, unable to wait at all to dip down and lick his abs, looking up at him with wide, wanting eyes. Her hands wandered his stomach slowly, feeling every inch she wasn’t able to lick. “I could spend so much time worshipping you before I even could get to this cock of yours that I’m almost ignoring so I don’t overwhelmed with your beauty right away.”

OWEN: Owen’s breath hitched in his chest as Kyla ran her hands over his abs, his muscles tensing under her touch. “God, Kyla, you know just what to do to make me weak,” he groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure. Watching her hands wander along his stomach, feeling the heat of her gaze on him. “Mmm, take all the time you want to explore this body, baby,” he murmured, leaning down to capture her lips in another heated kiss. He felt himself getting harder as she talked about his cock, his body responding eagerly to her worshipful touch. Standing up, Owen gently lifted Kyla off his lap and set her down between his thick thighs. With her gazing up at him, Owen flexed his pecs teasingly. “Mmm, how’s the view? Your captain’s big, hard body all for you to worship,” he growled, flexing his chest again. Leaning down, he planted another wet kiss on her lips before leaning back, seated above her like a king on a throne. “C’mon up here and lick wherever you want, baby. I’m all yours. Consider it a reward for just getting to see you in that dress, in person.”

KYLA: Pretty pleased with herself for making him weak quickly, Kyla only wanted more of Owen. “God, fuck,” she couldn’t help but let the curse slide from her lips, all but whimpering up at his godly stance. “Thank you, Sir,” she said with genuine excitement, figuring he wouldn’t mind the title under the circumstance. She was allowed to lick wildly along his body, in random places, wherever her tongue led her. Her saliva began to cover more places than not, her tongue hotter against his skin with each stroke as she worshipped his pecs. Finally, she started down his treasure trail, inching closer and closer to his glorious cock.

OWEN: Owen lets out a low growl at Kyla's curse, feeling his arousal skyrocketing. He watches in delight as she licks along his body, her tongue leaving a trail of moisture in its wake. "You're doing such a good job, Kyla," he murmurs, the title of 'Sir' only serving to make him even harder. He moans softly as she worships his pecs, the feeling of her tongue hot against his skin electrifying. "Mmm, keep going, baby," he encourages, his body trembling with anticipation. He feels the heat building in his groin as she gets closer to his cock. "Mmm, that's it baby. Lick me up and down. Don't miss a single inch," he murmurs encouragingly, enjoying the feeling of her tongue moving across his skin, his pecs flexing under her hands. As she reaches his cock, Owen lets out a satisfied groan, his member hardening at her attention, standing upright, casting a shadow over her pretty face. "Go ahead and do whatever you want with that cock, Kyla...but don’t stop worshipping these muscles while you do.”

KYLA: Kyla’s tongue snaked around his package, getting as close to it as she could before sliding her tongue away from it. She wanted to see him squirm in anticipation- just a little bit. His length kept getting harder as she teased around it, and finally it seemed to twitch for her touch. “Like I’d voluntarily take my hands of you,” she chuckled, her hands roaming his chest and tugging at his nipple every so often. Her tongue slid over one of his balls and then the other, sucking on the skin there for a while. Next her tongue slowed its way up his unit, taking about a quarter of it in her mouth, warming it up with delicate swirls.

OWEN: Owen groaned at the sensation of Kyla’s talented tongue teasing around his cock, which was throbbing harder and harder the more her delicate little hands worshipped and groped at his muscled body. “You’re so good at this, baby. Keep going,” he encouraged, his hands gripping the edge of the bench as he laid back, basking in her attention. As she licked around his balls, his cock twitched, all too ready for her next move. When her tongue finally slide up his impressive length, he let out a satisfied moan. Her tongue felt perfect around his head, hot and wet and expertly riling him up lick by lick. “God, that feels amazing. Don’t stop, baby…” He leaned back, his head falling against the tiled wall, his muscled chest heaving as she started to work him over.

KYLA: Kyla listened to Owen, looking up at him to see the pleasure. She worked his nipples again tenderly, as she sank lower down his length. She very much enjoyed being called baby, and it sent a lovely pang to her chest whenever he said it. She kept taking more and more of him until she inevitably choked on him, though still determined enough to get it all in her mouth, continuing the swirling motion all the while.

OWEN: Owen groaned out loud as Kyla's tongue teased his nipples yet again, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He couldn't take it anymore and pulled her up against his chest, breathing heavy. "God, you're amazing," he murmurs between deep breaths, his fingers tangling in her hair. "But I think it's time for me to take charge now." He pulls Kyla to her feet and over under the shower stream, soaking both of them, making the material of her dress cling even tighter to her body. He leans her back against the shower wall, pressing his body against hers as he starts to undress her slowly, teasing her as he goes. "You look good in that dress, but you're going to look even better without it on," he murmurs against her skin, his hands roaming all over her, digits hooking into a few of those holes in the fabric. Giving an experimental tug, he growled approvingly at the tearing sound of the fabric. Tugging harder still, the material rips apart easily, falling away from her body like tissue paper to reveal her naked form. Without hesitation, Owen moves in, his chest only inches away from Kyla's face. He flexes his pectoral muscles, making them bulge tantalizingly close to her mouth. "Go ahead. Worship your captain, beautiful.” His cock was hard, poking at her soaked cunt as he waited for her to respond.

KYLA: Kyla giggled her way to the shower. She leaned her head back as her neck stretched up to kiss the tall man, the water streaming down and sloping over her breasts. “I only really wore it so you could take it off,” Kyla’s breath hitched. “God, yes. Thank you, Sir!” She stood so that his cock was beneath her, sliding it between her labia every once in a while as she wasted no time in licking the gift that was in front of her. She kicked the dress away as her tongue and lips sucked on his skin and brushed over his fit form.

OWEN: Owen couldn't help but groan as Kyla's lips closed around his cock, her warm mouth enveloping him as she sucked and licked him eagerly. He rested his hand on the back of her head, guiding her motions as she bobbed up and down on him. "Oh, Kyla," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You love my cock, don't you? You love feeling me deep in your throat." Without waiting for a response, he began to thrust his hips, fucking Kyla's mouth with wild abandon. She gagged a few times from his forceful thrusts, but he didn't slow down. He wanted her to know who was in charge here, and if she wanted his cock, she would have to take it like a pro. Owen groaned in pleasure as Kyla continued to suck him off, her mouth working magic on his cock. He looked down at her with a cocky grin, taking in her full breasts and pert nipples. "Your tits are fucking amazing," he replied, his voice filled with lust - thoughts of fucking them making him even harder in the wet heat of her mouth.

KYLA: Kyla was so lost in the action that she didn’t dare take her mouth off his cock to respond to his claim that she was enjoying it. Him taking charge and showing her who was running things only served to make her nipples harder, her tits sitting pretty as she sucked him off and gagged on his magnificence. It took a moment once he started thrusting wildly for her to get her bearings back, her tongue continuing to do fantastical things to his cock. Her hands settled on his chest, but soon she was so drawn to his package that her hands dropped down, massaging his balls as she bobbed skillfully, smiling around him looking up at this godly man.

OWEN: Owen let out a throaty groan as Kyla's tongue continued to work magic on his cock, her hands expertly massaging his balls. He leaned back against the wall of the shower, enjoying the sensation of her mouth wrapped around him. "That's it, just like that," he murmured, his eyes closing in pleasure. "You're doing such a good job, Kyla. Don't stop now." He reached down to run his fingers through her hair, the water from the shower cascading down over both of them. With her wide, sweet eyes trained up at him, Owen began to flex his muscles, his biceps bulging as he showed them off for Kyla. "Does it make you wet to see a real man standing over you while you suck him off like a good little slut?" He reached down to grip her hair tightly, holding her head steady as he thrust his hips forward into her mouth. He could feel his orgasm building quickly, and he wanted nothing more than to reward Kyla for her hard work. "Use one hand to rub your clit baby. I want you to cum at the same time I do..."

KYLA: Kyla could virtually feel her pupils get bigger at the offer. She loved every bit of praise she was getting, and who wouldn’t want to be a good slut for Owen? She nodded her head emphatically, down on her knees as he thrust into her. The opportunity she was getting to worship him so deeply and thoroughly wasn’t lost on her. She again smiled around his cock, a few fingers reaching down between her legs, spread apart so that her captain could get the view due him. As she got worked up, she tried to somehow do even more for him so that they’d both be ready to burst at the same time.

OWEN: Owen moaned at the sight of Kyla stroking herself as she sucked him off, her fingers spreading herself apart for his viewing pleasure. "God, you're such a good girl," he growled, his hands tightening in her hair. He could feel his orgasm building quickly, and he knew that he was close to the edge. He began to thrust his hips harder, his cock sliding in and out of Kyla's mouth as he fucked her face. He could feel her getting worked up, her moans vibrating against his shaft as she pleasured herself. With one final thrust, he felt himself tense up, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. He let out a loud groan as he came hard, his cum shooting down Kyla's throat. "Swallow it all down like a good little slut," he commanded, his voice hoarse and low as he leaned back, his chest heaving as pleasure wracked through his entire body.

KYLA: Kyla was very attentive to Owen, continuing her tongue’s path and pace through it all. As his cock throbbed in her mouth and twitched in her throat, she felt her own orgasm building and building. She read his final groan correctly, letting herself over the edge as well. Her hand was speeding over her throbbing little clit, her legs spreading and then squeezing in together alternatively as the wave worked through her. “Fuck, Owen!” She had no idea if what she said was even intelligble with his entire length down her throat. Kyla obediently took his juices, swallowing several times while still servicing his thick cock, gagging beautifully around him.

OWEN: Owen groaned in pleasure as Kyla continued to service him, her tongue working wonders on his sensitive cock. He could feel himself getting hard again already, his body aching for more as he watched Kyla bring herself to orgasm. When he finally felt himself go soft in her mouth, he reluctantly pulled away from her, admiring the way she looked with his cum coating her lips. "Mmm, that was amazing, Kyla," he purred, running his fingers through her hair. "You're such a good girl." Helping her shakily to her feet, he leaned down to kiss her forehead, smiling at her when he pulled away. "Are you ready for round two?" he asked, his hand trailing down her body to cup her pussy, the hot water still pouring down on them. "Because I'm just getting started," He added with a wink, his fingers moving through her drenched folds easily.

KYLA: Kyla couldn’t help but wonder how much of a mess she had to look like by now. She was pretty into her own vanity, and she was embarrassed when she licked her lips and realized some of his cum hadn’t made it down her throat. But then he spoke to her, so assuring, and she figured she obviously looked good enough for him. She let him pull her to her feet then, moving her head sneakily so that his forehead kiss turned into a real after its initial moment. “Oh, I’m very ready, Captain,” she said with an anticipatory shiver. “I’m aching for you anyway.”

OWEN: Owen grinned widely at Kyla, admiring her body as he pulled her up to stand before him. "Good girl," he praised, his hand still cupping her pussy. He leaned down to kiss her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as he savored the taste of her. When they finally pulled apart, he trailed kisses down her neck and chest, stopping to lick and suck at her nipples. "Get down on your hands and knees for me," he growled, spanking her ass lightly before stepping back to watch her follow his command. As Kyla obeyed, he began to trail kisses down her spine, teasing her with his tongue as he went. He could feel himself getting hard again as he watched her move for him, and this time, with her 'okay,' he knew he wanted to cum inside her.

KYLA: Kyla moaned into Owen’s mouth, her sweet sensitive pussy already curious and looking forward to his next move. “What are you up to, Sir?” She smiled brightly as lowered herself to the ground, her head and front of her body a little lower to the ground than her back, putting herself on display. She didn’t want to get too worked up, because he could decide not to let her cum again. But she found herself cursing under her breath already as his mouth lingered on her skin.

OWEN: Owen grinned against Kyla's skin as he worked his way down her back, his hands roaming over the curve of her hips. "You'll see, Ky," he said with a chuckle. He slipped his hands around to the front of her body, cupping her breasts from underneath and trailing his thumbs over her hard nipples. "Spread your legs for me, babe," he said, nipping at her earlobe. "I want to see just how wet you are for me," Owen smirked, lowering himself down to the ground, reaching under her and palming at her flat stomach, flexing his bicep against her pussy in the process. Surging forward, he pressed his lips against hers, claiming her mouth hungrily as he trailed kisses down her neck. His hand continued to tease at her clit as he snaked back down, setting himself hotly at her entrance before he slipped his tongue inside of her, circling it around as he sucked on the swollen nub. "You taste so good," he groaned against her, pulling her back to rut against his face as he started to really eat her out.

KYLA: Kyla giggled when he nibbled at her ear, spreading her legs wide for Owen, only able to imagine how wet his personality alone made her. Throw in the massive cock, the pretty face, and the sculpted muscles, and she was sure she was absolutely dripping. She could feel his muscles against her; his lips claiming her as his own. “Thank you, Sir,” she said with a groan already. Her cries once he got started seemed to echo through the room, high pitched and with short breaths. “Shit shit shit shit shit,” she cursed quickly.

OWEN: Owen grinned at Kyla's reaction, enjoying the way she responded to his touch so eagerly. "You're welcome, little slut," he growled, continuing to suck on her clit as he felt her getting closer and closer to the edge. He slipped a finger inside of her, curling it up to brush against her g-spot as he added a second and then a third. He worked them in and out of her, scissoring and stretching her as he lapped at her swollen clit with his tongue. He slipped another finger inside of her, stretching her tight little hole as he thrust them in and out. His free hand trailed up her chest, tweaking her nipples as he went along relentlessly.

KYLA: “Fuck!” Kyla cried out, imagining what Owen’s big fingers looked like scissoring her tiny cunt. Each finger inside her brought another level of bliss, making her nipples stick straight up as he tugged on them with no mercy. “God, fuck me- fuck me more!” Kyla pled in desperation. “Please, Sir, fill me up!”

OWEN: Owen chuckled at her pleas, loving the way she responded to him. "You're a good girl, but such a needy one, always begging for more," he growled teasingly, but he couldn't keep his hands off her either. She was making him hard and desperate for her in return. He pushed her up against the shower wall before gripping her hips tightly, pressing himself up against her curves until they fit together perfectly. But he still didn't give her what she really wanted. Instead, he rubbed the head of his cock along her slick folds, teasing her as he traced patterns over her swollen clit with his shaft. "Please what, little slut?" he teased, grinning wickedly as he pressed the tip of his cock inside her just slightly before pulling back out again, his big, hard body practically dwarfing her petite frame against the wall.

KYLA: “Can you blame me?” She asked him innocently. Kyla smiled as she was pushed against the wall, the droplets from the wall hitting her skin coldly. “Sirrr,” she whined as he teased her. Unable or unwilling to stand still, she moved herself over him, her clit rubbing up against his cock. “Please Sir!” She said louder than she meant to. “Or Captain or God or literally whatever you want!”

OWEN: Owen shuddered as Kyla's hands groped his pecs, feeling her tight little body grind against his cock. It was making him even more desperate to fuck her. "You're such a slut," he growled, but the teasing tone was still clear in his voice. He loved how needy and desperate she was for him. With a sudden movement, he picked her up and slammed her back against the shower wall, holding her there tightly as he thrust his hips forward, slamming his cock into her wet, waiting cunt. Her words exhilarated him further. He knew he had complete control over her, that she was completely at his mercy, worshipping him like a God. "Tell me how much you worship me, little slut," he demanded, pounding into her with all of the built-up tension and need he was feeling.

KYLA: “Oh my god,” Kyla gasped, squealing and screaming as Owen’s large cock pounded into her small frame. It took a moment for her mind to be able to make more words, and then a little longer for her mouth to actually form those words. “I worship your- your everything, Sir! Your handsome face and wonderful lips and masterful, buff chest. And-“ She paused again to scream, writhing against the wall. “And this cock, oh god- this fucking cock!”

OWEN: Owen's heart skipped a beat as she spoke those words, his cock throbbing inside her tight cunt. He loved hearing her praise him like that, loved seeing how desperate and hungry she was for him. "Yes," he growled, "praise my cock and my body, little slut. Tell me how much you want it." He thrust harder into her, making her scream even louder as he pounded into her deeper and faster.

It wasn't long before he was close, and he could feel she was, too, her ass bucking against the shower wall as she cried out in pleasure. "Cum for me, Kyla! Fuck!" Owen knew he couldn't hold back any longer, and he wanted to cum right along with her. "Fuck! Fuck, I'm coming, babe!" With one last thrust, he filled her with cum, panting heavily and moaning softly against her wet, smooth skin.

KYLA: “Its such an excellent cock, Sir!” Kyla told him matter-of-factedly, her eyes squeezed together in sweet agony. “No wonder you have so many people in your life- your body demands that much worship.” As with every other command she’d been given, Kyla didn’t have trouble coming along with Owen again, their moans and groans chorusing together. “Fuck, fill me up!” She breathed through it and eventually grew quieter, worshipping his neck with her mouth.

OWEN: Owen grinned, feeling a sense of pride and dominance as Kyla praised his cock. "Mmm, I know it's amazing," he replied, feeling his ego swell with every word she spoke. "And you're right. People just can't help but worship me - I have that effect on them." As they continued to fuck, Owen felt a thrill of pleasure and excitement course through him, watching as Kyla writhed in pleasure beneath him. He filled her up with his cum, biting down on her neck and leaving a small mark of her ownership. Finally, as they both came down from the euphoric high, Owen leaned in close and whispered into her ear teasingly. "Would it be totally unprofessional to offer you the captain spot right now?"

KYLA: “Unprofessional? Probably.” Kyla couldn’t help but laugh at her honesty. “Tell me, Captain. Does your offer have anything to do with what we’ve done in this locker room today?”

OWEN: Owen chuckled, setting Kyla down and reaching to shut off the water before handing her a dry, fluffy towel from the shelf off to the side. "Not at all, honestly. I'd already had you picked for the spot way before you posted that picture of that holey dress." Owen cast a gaze off to the sad remains of the garment in question and reached behind his neck, almost embarrassed at how carried away he'd gotten. "Sorry about that, by the way. Are you sure you'll be able to get another one easily?"

KYLA: Kyla had to think about the offer for a moment. She was much more stereotypically submissive than Owen was, and though she was objectively an excellent cheerleader, she wasn’t sure of her leadership abilities. Then again, she had a very bitchy captain in college that she could evoke if needed. “Well then I accept. Thank you, Owen.” She said it professionally, but her mannerisms showed that she was excited. “Do me a favor: never be sorry for what just happened,” she requested with a grin. “The internet has everything, I’m sure. Was it as good as you thought it would be?”

OWEN: "Amazing! You're one of the most dedicated members of the squad, and I kind of like the idea of passing the torch to another submissive-marked member. It's a legacy that I've started, and one I kinda hope remains - so keep that in mind when it's your turn to pass the torch, okay?" Owen chuckled at Kyla's request, feeling a sense of satisfaction knowing that she had enjoyed their encounter just as much as he had. "Of course, Kyla," he replied, grinning wildly. "I will never apologize for what just happened - not now, not ever. It was definitely as good as I thought it would be," he said, his voice low and husky. He leaned in close to her, his lips brushing against her ear. "And I can't wait to do it again."

KYLA: “I’ll be here forever,” Kyla predicted. “But when I do leave, I’ll keep that in mind.” She toweled herself off and wrapped herself up in the towel, leaning into Owen with a content sigh, a sparkle in her eye as she looked up at him. “You know where to find me.” OWEN: Owen quirked a brow, "You're joking, right? You'll get out of here in no time. No one in their right mind is gonna pass up the chance to claim you. Once that's checked off, you've just got points to worry about, and that's the easy part. He grinned, draping an arm across her shoulder. "Sure do, gorgeous. And I will: trust." They walked into the changing area of the locker room, decidedly closer than they were when they were an hour ago.

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Para: Holes || Owen & Kyla

Where: Locker room

When: 12/13/23

What: Holes get stretched

Owen ran his hands through his hair, streaking it back under the hot stream of his post-practice shower, when he heard Kyla clear her throat behind him, announcing her presence. Turning around, his eyes nearly bulge out of his head at the sight of her in nothing but that God damn dress. “Fuck.” He breathes, baring himself fully to her without an ounce of shame. “Damn, do you look good." He says, biting his lip as he steps closer to Kyla, winking at her as steps in closer, the water streaming down his thickly muscled frame. “The picture you posted is nothing compared to how hot it looks in person. Just for the record… Are you sure you want to risk my ruining this little thing? You might not be able to wear it again once I’m done with you…”

Kyla was all but bouncing off the walls during practice, though she’d not told her stunt group the big reason. She kept her back to everyone in the locker room while they changed, discouraging anyone to talk to her. Once everyone had gone, she’d put on the dress. A look in the mirror gave her the confidence to interrupt Owen in the shower, as she couldn’t wait any longer. “Thank you,” she smiled, a rosy red coming to her cheeks as she took him in. “I can always get another dress,” she reasoned, a hand on his big chest. “But I don’t think anyone will treat me *quite* like you will.”

Owen grinned cockily. “You’ve got that right, Ky.” He chuckled, looking down at her with a lustful expression on his face, running his hands up and down her dress. “I don’t plan on completely ruining this dress yet, anyway,” He leaned in, ghosting his lips against hers, his hand moving down her back and along the curve of her hip. “I have other plans for you first.” With that, he lifted her off the ground and carried her over to the bench, sitting down and pulling her onto his lap. He ran his hands up and down her thighs, admiring her curves and the dress that clung perfectly to her body before leaning in and kissing her deeply. With her hands on his body, he made a point to flex under her touch - his chest and arms hardening responsively as his own hands mapped out her body over the skimpy little dress.

“Other plans hm? Like wh-“ She cut herself off with a squeal, hooking her legs around his buff body as she was lifted up. Her knees and legs reflexively spread as she scooted in close on his abs, moaning into the kiss as her hands found his abs, still slick from the shower. Her finger trailed along his stomach following the path of a stray water droplet.

Owen let out a low growl as Kyla hooked her legs around his body, feeling the heat between them intensify tenfold. Trailing hot kisses along her jawline and down her neck before whispering in her ear, “Mmm, plans like…making you moan my name until you can’t take it anymore.” He reached down between them, cupping Kyla’s core through her dress as she began rubbing her gently. “Fuck…feels like you’re already wet for me,” he murmured before capturing her lips in another deep, open-mouthed kiss. Pulling back, grinning cheekily at her as she admired his abs, Owen flexed his six-pack and watched as she ran her hands over his hard-earned set. “You like those abs, Kyla?” He asked as flexed them harder still. “I can give you an even better view…” With that, he leaned back a little, his muscles bulging as he ran his hands down the length of his torso. “Fuck yeah…worship this bod, Ky…,” he moaned softly.

“You sure know how to spoil a girl,” she gasped as his warm lips caressed her skin. She was very sure she was already wet for Owen, and thinking about moaning his name in this space that wasn’t as private as she was used to felt scandalous in the best way. “God yes,” she had to admit, her eyes now on his ab pack. The fact that she had abs herself didn’t do a thing towards making her not weak to abs on anyone. But these abs, big as they were and glistening in the light were nothing less than inviting. “You read my damn mind,” she said very quickly, unable to wait at all to dip down and lick his abs, looking up at him with wide, wanting eyes. Her hands wandered his stomach slowly, feeling every inch she wasn’t able to lick. “I could spend so much time worshipping you before I even could get to this cock of yours that I’m almost ignoring so I don’t overwhelmed with your beauty right away.”

Owen’s breath hitched in his chest as Kyla ran her hands over his abs, his muscles tensing under her touch. “God, Kyla, you know just what to do to make me weak,” he groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure. Watching her hands wander along his stomach, feeling the heat of her gaze on him. “Mmm, take all the time you want to explore this body, baby,” he murmured, leaning down to capture her lips in another heated kiss. He felt himself getting harder as she talked about his cock, his body responding eagerly to her worshipful touch. Standing up, Owen gently lifted Kyla off his lap and set her down between his thick thighs. With her gazing up at him, Owen flexed his pecs teasingly. “Mmm, how’s the view? Your captain’s big, hard body all for you to worship,” he growled, flexing his chest again. Leaning down, he planted another wet kiss on her lips before leaning back, seated above her like a king on a throne. “C’mon up here and lick wherever you want, baby. I’m all yours. Consider it a reward for just getting to see you in that dress, in person.”

Pretty pleased with herself for making him weak quickly, Kyla only wanted more of Owen. “God, fuck,” she couldn’t help but let the curse slide from her lips, all but whimpering up at his godly stance. “Thank you, Sir,” she said with genuine excitement, figuring he wouldn’t mind the title under the circumstance. She was allowed to lick wildly along his body, in random places, wherever her tongue led her. Her saliva began to cover more places than not, her tongue hotter against his skin with each stroke as she worshipped his pecs. Finally, she started down his treasure trail, inching closer and closer to his glorious cock.

Owen lets out a low growl at Kyla's curse, feeling his arousal skyrocketing. He watches in delight as she licks along his body, her tongue leaving a trail of moisture in its wake. "You're doing such a good job, Kyla," he murmurs, the title of 'Sir' only serving to make him even harder. He moans softly as she worships his pecs, the feeling of her tongue hot against his skin electrifying. "Mmm, keep going, baby," he encourages, his body trembling with anticipation. He feels the heat building in his groin as she gets closer to his cock. "Mmm, that's it baby. Lick me up and down. Don't miss a single inch," he murmurs encouragingly, enjoying the feeling of her tongue moving across his skin, his pecs flexing under her hands. As she reaches his cock, Owen lets out a satisfied groan, his member hardening at her attention, standing upright, casting a shadow over her pretty face. "Go ahead and do whatever you want with that cock, Kyla...but don’t stop worshipping these muscles while you do.”

Kyla’s tongue snaked around his package, getting as close to it as she could before sliding her tongue away from it. She wanted to see him squirm in anticipation- just a little bit. His length kept getting harder as she teased around it, and finally it seemed to twitch for her touch. “Like I’d voluntarily take my hands of you,” she chuckled, her hands roaming his chest and tugging at his nipple every so often. Her tongue slid over one of his balls and then the other, sucking on the skin there for a while. Next her tongue slowed its way up his unit, taking about a quarter of it in her mouth, warming it up with delicate swirls.

Owen groaned at the sensation of Kyla’s talented tongue teasing around his cock, which was throbbing harder and harder the more her delicate little hands worshipped and groped at his muscled body. “You’re so good at this, baby. Keep going,” he encouraged, his hands gripping the edge of the bench as he laid back, basking in her attention. As she licked around his balls, his cock twitched, all too ready for her next move. When her tongue finally slide up his impressive length, he let out a satisfied moan. Her tongue felt perfect around his head, hot and wet and expertly riling him up lick by lick. “God, that feels amazing. Don’t stop, baby…” He leaned back, his head falling against the tiled wall, his muscled chest heaving as she started to work him over.

Kyla listened to Owen, looking up at him to see the pleasure. She worked his nipples again tenderly, as she sank lower down his length. She very much enjoyed being called baby, and it sent a lovely pang to her chest whenever he said it. She kept taking more and more of him until she inevitably choked on him, though still determined enough to get it all in her mouth, continuing the swirling motion all the while.

Owen groaned out loud as Kyla's tongue teased his nipples yet again, sending waves of pleasure through his body. He couldn't take it anymore and pulled her up against his chest, breathing heavy. "God, you're amazing," he murmurs between deep breaths, his fingers tangling in her hair. "But I think it's time for me to take charge now." He pulls Kyla to her feet and over under the shower stream, soaking both of them, making the material of her dress cling even tighter to her body. He leans her back against the shower wall, pressing his body against hers as he starts to undress her slowly, teasing her as he goes. "You look good in that dress, but you're going to look even better without it on," he murmurs against her skin, his hands roaming all over her, digits hooking into a few of those holes in the fabric. Giving an experimental tug, he growled approvingly at the tearing sound of the fabric. Tugging harder still, the material rips apart easily, falling away from her body like tissue paper to reveal her naked form. Without hesitation, Owen moves in, his chest only inches away from Kyla's face. He flexes his pectoral muscles, making them bulge tantalizingly close to her mouth. "Go ahead. Worship your captain, beautiful.” His cock was hard, poking at her soaked cunt as he waited for her to respond.

Kyla giggled her way to the shower. She leaned her head back as her neck stretched up to kiss the tall man, the water streaming down and sloping over her breasts. “I only really wore it so you could take it off,” Kyla’s breath hitched. “God, yes. Thank you, Sir!” She stood so that his cock was beneath her, sliding it between her labia every once in a while as she wasted no time in licking the gift that was in front of her. She kicked the dress away as her tongue and lips sucked on his skin and brushed over his fit form.

Owen couldn't help but groan as Kyla's lips closed around his cock, her warm mouth enveloping him as she sucked and licked him eagerly. He rested his hand on the back of her head, guiding her motions as she bobbed up and down on him. "Oh, Kyla," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "You love my cock, don't you? You love feeling me deep in your throat." Without waiting for a response, he began to thrust his hips, fucking Kyla's mouth with wild abandon. She gagged a few times from his forceful thrusts, but he didn't slow down. He wanted her to know who was in charge here, and if she wanted his cock, she would have to take it like a pro. Owen groaned in pleasure as Kyla continued to suck him off, her mouth working magic on his cock. He looked down at her with a cocky grin, taking in her full breasts and pert nipples. "Your tits are fucking amazing," he replied, his voice filled with lust - thoughts of fucking them making him even harder in the wet heat of her mouth.

Kyla was so lost in the action that she didn’t dare take her mouth off his cock to respond to his claim that she was enjoying it. Him taking charge and showing her who was running things only served to make her nipples harder, her tits sitting pretty as she sucked him off and gagged on his magnificence. It took a moment once he started thrusting wildly for her to get her bearings back, her tongue continuing to do fantastical things to his cock. Her hands settled on his chest, but soon she was so drawn to his package that her hands dropped down, massaging his balls as she bobbed skillfully, smiling around him looking up at this godly man.

Owen let out a throaty groan as Kyla's tongue continued to work magic on his cock, her hands expertly massaging his balls. He leaned back against the wall of the shower, enjoying the sensation of her mouth wrapped around him. "That's it, just like that," he murmured, his eyes closing in pleasure. "You're doing such a good job, Kyla. Don't stop now." He reached down to run his fingers through her hair, the water from the shower cascading down over both of them. With her wide, sweet eyes trained up at him, Owen began to flex his muscles, his biceps bulging as he showed them off for Kyla. "Does it make you wet to see a real man standing over you while you suck him off like a good little slut?" He reached down to grip her hair tightly, holding her head steady as he thrust his hips forward into her mouth. He could feel his orgasm building quickly, and he wanted nothing more than to reward Kyla for her hard work. "Use one hand to rub your clit baby. I want you to cum at the same time I do..."

Kyla could virtually feel her pupils get bigger at the offer. She loved every bit of praise she was getting, and who wouldn’t want to be a good slut for Owen? She nodded her head emphatically, down on her knees as he thrust into her. The opportunity she was getting to worship him so deeply and thoroughly wasn’t lost on her. She again smiled around his cock, a few fingers reaching down between her legs, spread apart so that her captain could get the view due him. As she got worked up, she tried to somehow do even more for him so that they’d both be ready to burst at the same time.

Owen moaned at the sight of Kyla stroking herself as she sucked him off, her fingers spreading herself apart for his viewing pleasure. "God, you're such a good girl," he growled, his hands tightening in her hair. He could feel his orgasm building quickly, and he knew that he was close to the edge. He began to thrust his hips harder, his cock sliding in and out of Kyla's mouth as he fucked her face. He could feel her getting worked up, her moans vibrating against his shaft as she pleasured herself. With one final thrust, he felt himself tense up, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. He let out a loud groan as he came hard, his cum shooting down Kyla's throat. "Swallow it all down like a good little slut," he commanded, his voice hoarse and low as he leaned back, his chest heaving as pleasure wracked through his entire body.

Kyla was very attentive to Owen, continuing her tongue’s path and pace through it all. As his cock throbbed in her mouth and twitched in her throat, she felt her own orgasm building and building. She read his final groan correctly, letting herself over the edge as well. Her hand was speeding over her throbbing little clit, her legs spreading and then squeezing in together alternatively as the wave worked through her. “Fuck, Owen!” She had no idea if what she said was even intelligble with his entire length down her throat. Kyla obediently took his juices, swallowing several times while still servicing his thick cock, gagging beautifully around him.

Owen groaned in pleasure as Kyla continued to service him, her tongue working wonders on his sensitive cock. He could feel himself getting hard again already, his body aching for more as he watched Kyla bring herself to orgasm. When he finally felt himself go soft in her mouth, he reluctantly pulled away from her, admiring the way she looked with his cum coating her lips. "Mmm, that was amazing, Kyla," he purred, running his fingers through her hair. "You're such a good girl." Helping her shakily to her feet, he leaned down to kiss her forehead, smiling at her when he pulled away. "Are you ready for round two?" he asked, his hand trailing down her body to cup her pussy, the hot water still pouring down on them. "Because I'm just getting started," He added with a wink, his fingers moving through her drenched folds easily.

Kyla couldn’t help but wonder how much of a mess she had to look like by now. She was pretty into her own vanity, and she was embarrassed when she licked her lips and realized some of his cum hadn’t made it down her throat. But then he spoke to her, so assuring, and she figured she obviously looked good enough for him. She let him pull her to her feet then, moving her head sneakily so that his forehead kiss turned into a real after its initial moment. “Oh, I’m very ready, Captain,” she said with an anticipatory shiver. “I’m aching for you anyway.”

Owen grinned widely at Kyla, admiring her body as he pulled her up to stand before him. "Good girl," he praised, his hand still cupping her pussy. He leaned down to kiss her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth as he savored the taste of her. When they finally pulled apart, he trailed kisses down her neck and chest, stopping to lick and suck at her nipples. "Get down on your hands and knees for me," he growled, spanking her ass lightly before stepping back to watch her follow his command. As Kyla obeyed, he began to trail kisses down her spine, teasing her with his tongue as he went. He could feel himself getting hard again as he watched her move for him, and this time, with her 'okay,' he knew he wanted to cum inside her.

Kyla moaned into Owen’s mouth, her sweet sensitive pussy already curious and looking forward to his next move. “What are you up to, Sir?” She smiled brightly as lowered herself to the ground, her head and front of her body a little lower to the ground than her back, putting herself on display. She didn’t want to get too worked up, because he could decide not to let her cum again. But she found herself cursing under her breath already as his mouth lingered on her skin.

Owen grinned against Kyla's skin as he worked his way down her back, his hands roaming over the curve of her hips. "You'll see, Ky," he said with a chuckle. He slipped his hands around to the front of her body, cupping her breasts from underneath and trailing his thumbs over her hard nipples. "Spread your legs for me, babe," he said, nipping at her earlobe. "I want to see just how wet you are for me," Owen smirked, lowering himself down to the ground, reaching under her and palming at her flat stomach, flexing his bicep against her pussy in the process. Surging forward, he pressed his lips against hers, claiming her mouth hungrily as he trailed kisses down her neck. His hand continued to tease at her clit as he snaked back down, setting himself hotly at her entrance before he slipped his tongue inside of her, circling it around as he sucked on the swollen nub. "You taste so good," he groaned against her, pulling her back to rut against his face as he started to really eat her out.

Kyla giggled when he nibbled at her ear, spreading her legs wide for Owen, only able to imagine how wet his personality alone made her. Throw in the massive cock, the pretty face, and the sculpted muscles, and she was sure she was absolutely dripping. She could feel his muscles against her; his lips claiming her as his own. “Thank you, Sir,” she said with a groan already. Her cries once he got started seemed to echo through the room, high pitched and with short breaths. “Shit shit shit shit shit,” she cursed quickly.

Owen grinned at Kyla's reaction, enjoying the way she responded to his touch so eagerly. "You're welcome, little slut," he growled, continuing to suck on her clit as he felt her getting closer and closer to the edge. He slipped a finger inside of her, curling it up to brush against her g-spot as he added a second and then a third. He worked them in and out of her, scissoring and stretching her as he lapped at her swollen clit with his tongue. He slipped another finger inside of her, stretching her tight little hole as he thrust them in and out. His free hand trailed up her chest, tweaking her nipples as he went along relentlessly.

“Fuck!” Kyla cried out, imagining what Owen’s big fingers looked like scissoring her tiny cunt. Each finger inside her brought another level of bliss, making her nipples stick straight up as he tugged on them with no mercy. “God, fuck me- fuck me more!” Kyla pled in desperation. “Please, Sir, fill me up!”

Owen chuckled at her pleas, loving the way she responded to him. "You're a good girl, but such a *needy* one, always begging for more," he growled teasingly, but he couldn't keep his hands off her either. She was making him hard and desperate for her in return. He pushed her up against the shower wall before gripping her hips tightly, pressing himself up against her curves until they fit together perfectly. But he still didn't give her what she really wanted. Instead, he rubbed the head of his cock along her slick folds, teasing her as he traced patterns over her swollen clit with his shaft. "Please what, little slut?" he teased, grinning wickedly as he pressed the tip of his cock inside her just slightly before pulling back out again, his big, hard body practically dwarfing her petite frame against the wall.

“Can you blame me?” She asked him innocently. Kyla smiled as she was pushed against the wall, the droplets from the wall hitting her skin coldly. “Sirrr,” she whined as he teased her. Unable or unwilling to stand still, she moved herself over him, her clit rubbing up against his cock. “Please Sir!” She said louder than she meant to. “Or Captain or God or literally whatever you want!”

Owen shuddered as Kyla's hands groped his pecs, feeling her tight little body grind against his cock. It was making him even more desperate to fuck her. "You're such a slut," he growled, but the teasing tone was still clear in his voice. He loved how needy and desperate she was for him. With a sudden movement, he picked her up and slammed her back against the shower wall, holding her there tightly as he thrust his hips forward, slamming his cock into her wet, waiting cunt. Her words exhilarated him further. He knew he had complete control over her, that she was completely at his mercy, worshipping him like a God. "Tell me how much you worship me, little slut," he demanded, pounding into her with all of the built-up tension and need he was feeling.

“Oh my god,” Kyla gasped, squealing and screaming as Owen’s large cock pounded into her small frame. It took a moment for her mind to be able to make more words, and then a little longer for her mouth to actually form those words. “I worship your- your *everything*, Sir! Your handsome face and wonderful lips and masterful, buff chest. And-“ She paused again to scream, writhing against the wall. “And this cock, oh god- this fucking cock!”

Owen's heart skipped a beat as she spoke those words, his cock throbbing inside her tight cunt. He loved hearing her praise him like that, loved seeing how desperate and hungry she was for him. "Yes," he growled, "praise my cock and my body, little slut. Tell me how much you want it." He thrust harder into her, making her scream even louder as he pounded into her deeper and faster. It wasn't long before he was close, and he could feel she was, too, her ass bucking against the shower wall as she cried out in pleasure. "Cum for me, Kyla! Fuck!" Owen knew he couldn't hold back any longer, and he wanted to cum right along with her. "Fuck! Fuck, I'm coming, babe!" With one last thrust, he filled her with cum, panting heavily and moaning softly against her wet, smooth skin.

“Its such an excellent cock, Sir!” Kyla told him matter-of-factedly, her eyes squeezed together in sweet agony. “No wonder you have so many people in your life- your body demands that much worship.” As with every other command she’d been given, Kyla didn’t have trouble coming along with Owen again, their moans and groans chorusing together. “Fuck, fill me up!” She breathed through it and eventually grew quieter, worshipping his neck with her mouth.

Owen grinned, feeling a sense of pride and dominance as Kyla praised his cock. "Mmm, I know it's amazing," he replied, feeling his ego swell with every word she spoke. "And you're right. People just can't help but worship me - I have that effect on them." As they continued to fuck, Owen felt a thrill of pleasure and excitement course through him, watching as Kyla writhed in pleasure beneath him. He filled her up with his cum, biting down on her neck and leaving a small mark of her ownership. Finally, as they both came down from the euphoric high, Owen leaned in close and whispered into her ear teasingly. "Would it be totally unprofessional to offer you the captain spot right now?"

“Unprofessional? Probably.” Kyla couldn’t help but laugh at her honesty. “Tell me, Captain. Does your offer have anything to do with what we’ve done in this locker room today?”

Owen chuckled, setting Kyla down and reaching to shut off the water before handing her a dry, fluffy towel from the shelf off to the side. "Not at all, honestly. I'd already had you picked for the spot *way* before you posted that picture of that holey dress." Owen cast a gaze off to the sad remains of the garment in question and reached behind his neck, almost embarrassed at how carried away he'd gotten. "Sorry about that, by the way. Are you sure you'll be able to get another one easily?"

Kyla had to think about the offer for a moment. She was much more stereotypically submissive than Owen was, and though she was objectively an excellent cheerleader, she wasn’t sure of her leadership abilities. Then again, she had a very bitchy captain in college that she could evoke if needed. “Well then I accept. Thank you, Owen.” She said it professionally, but her mannerisms showed that she was excited. “Do me a favor: never be sorry for what just happened,” she requested with a grin. “The internet has everything, I’m sure. Was it as good as you thought it would be?”

"Amazing! You're one of the most dedicated members of the squad, and I kind of like the idea of passing the torch to another submissive-marked member. It's a legacy that I've started, and one I kinda hope remains - so keep that in mind when it's your turn to pass the torch, okay?" Owen chuckled at Kyla's request, feeling a sense of satisfaction knowing that she had enjoyed their encounter just as much as he had. "Of course, Kyla," he replied, grinning wildly. "I will never apologize for what just happened - not now, not ever. It was definitely as good as I thought it would be," he said, his voice low and husky. He leaned in close to her, his lips brushing against her ear. "And I can't wait to do it again."

“I’ll be here forever,” Kyla predicted. “But when I do leave, I’ll keep that in mind.” She toweled herself off and wrapped herself up in the towel, leaning into Owen with a content sigh, a sparkle in her eye as she looked up at him. “You know where to find me.”

Owen quirked a brow, "You're joking, right? You'll get out of here in no time. No one in their right mind is gonna pass up the chance to claim you. Once that's checked off, you've just got points to worry about, and that's the easy part. He grinned, draping an arm across her shoulder. "Sure do, gorgeous. And I will: trust." They walked into the changing area of the locker room, decidedly closer than they were when they were an hour ago.

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