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thegeekybaker · 2 years ago

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Little Black Box

Characters - John Price X OC

Summary - 5 times Person A was afraid + 1 time they faced their fear.

Word Count - 1,033

Warnings - Angst, grieving

A/N - Another story written late at night I thought I’d share. Be warned, this one is full of angst! This is, once again, inspired by a prompt from @love-me-a-good-prompt

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Ever since she and John had gotten engaged, Eliza was always a little scared to answer a random knock at her door, always fearing the worst in the back of her mind. She could picture Kyle standing there, a pained look on his face, those three awful words, “I’m so sorry,” tumbling out of his mouth. But that day had never come, even if her heart did beat a little harder when she got deliveries.

The first time that happened, CIA Director Kate Laswell, of all people, had shown up on her doorstep. Eliza knew she looked terrified by the way Kate talked to her, trying to assure her that nothing was wrong. Eliza invited her in, made tea for the both of them, and started an awkward, halting conversation that became easier the more tea she had. Kate never came out and said it, but Eliza knew she was taking her own measure of her. She knew John and Kate trusted each other greatly, that Kate knew he was a grown man able to make his own informed decisions, but she could tell Kate was looking out for John in her own way. And, after the tea and Kate’s seat had gone cold, Eliza was grateful John had someone in command who cared about him that much.

The second time, Simon had appeared in her doorway, almost immediately assuring her that John was ok, but injured. The brief seconds between her worried look at Simon and his assurance felt like an eternity. After dropping their son and daughter off with Eliza’s sister-in-law, Simon drove her to their main base just outside of London, explaining that John had been shot down while in a helicopter. Even though he was injured, he was a tough man, and he would be just fine. She was able to hold back her tears until she saw him in a hospital bed, dressings on an arm, a leg, his torso, small burns and cuts on his face, but she couldn’t help but laugh at the irony that his beard was still immaculate.

The third time came, and when Eliza opened the door with their youngest child on her hip, the smile she held for Kyle immediately fell when she saw his demeanor and his crisp dress uniform. She could see tear stains on his cheeks, and the little black box he held was the most dreadful thing she had ever seen. She still had a hard time remembering that day, the “I’m so sorry,” he almost sobbed sounded distorted, even after many years, but she does remember clinging to her children for dear life, her oldest son taking the youngest before she collapsed and her daughter helping her to the floor. They sat there in a heap for a what seemed like an eternity, clinging to each other and the dog tags from that loathsome little black box.

The fourth time was at John’s funeral. She could barely force herself to think that word, that that was what she going to. She did her best to stay strong for their children, but she felt like a ghost, a sad imitation of herself, where the only thing she felt was fear and immense grief. She knew the children wanted his casket to stay open during the service, but she was too afraid to look at him, worried she’d lose herself when their children needed her most. All she could do was sit with her youngest in her lap, grasping her oldest son’s hand, and try to remember that it wasn’t John’s.

The fifth time was a month after the funeral. The kids wanted to go by the cemetery to put up some new flowers for their father, but she couldn’t bring herself to go with them. She was scared to see his tombstone, scared to leave the house, dreading the day she came back and nothing smelled like him anymore. So Kyle took them, their favorite Uncle knowing the way by heart now. When they all arrived back at the house, Kyle had gotten them ice cream, and even though their cheeks shone with drying tears, they all had smiles on their faces.

Six months had gone by since John’s death when she finally willed herself to go see him. His birthday was coming up, and she knew their children would want to visit. Their daughter had already talked about baking a cake for them to have at the cemetery, and Eliza knew she needed to prepare herself, so she didn’t fall to pieces on the day. She didn’t trust herself to drive, fearing she might just turn around and go home, so she asked Simon to take her. He was steadfast and seemed to know how much she could take better than the others, so she knew he would help her finish this. Although she was weepy the entire ride there, Eliza managed to hold her tears back long enough to see John’s headstone, the words, “Beloved Husband, Father, and Soldier,” written on it, but the thing that drew a sob from her was seeing her youngest child’s favorite stuffed animal lovingly placed against the stone. It was one of the many John had gotten for her on his travels – a pastel pink bunny, with long, droopy ears and a fluffy tail, now slightly muddied by its time outdoors. She gently picked it up and held it close, sobbing loudly, desperately wishing it was John instead. Simon stood by her, glaring at anyone who dared look her way, and when her loud gasps had dwindled to quiet sniffs, he coaxed her up and away from the graveside, helping her adjust the bunny by the stone once more. That might have been the first time she visited John, but it wasn’t the last. The grief was always there, but, with the help of her family and found brothers, it eased over time, enough to where she would smile at the thought of John instead of breaking down in tears. Instead of being afraid when her youngest asked for stories of her father, she smiled gently at her, and proudly told her of the man named Johnathan Price.

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whitepolaris · 10 months ago

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Ghosts Along Highway 25

My husband and I grew up in the mountains of Eastern Kentucky, in a town called London. There is some weird stuff in this area. A ghost appears at midnight on a sharp curve along Old 25 South, close to Livingston. It is a woman who appears on the side of the road, hitchhiking. If you stop and pick her up, she'll ride in the car with you as you negotiate the curve and she even talks to you. But once the curve straightens out, she disappears. This actually happened to a friend of mine: one minute, the woman was there, and the next, my friend looked over at the passenger seat and nobody was in it! The girl was supposedly walking to a dance at a nearby school and was struck and killed by a car.

My brother, who has been on the Lexington police force 32 years, saw another roadside ghost. He was driving home late one night along Bowman's Mill Road. As he drove past a culvert where a creek runs under the road, he saw a completely wet, naked woman with long black hair. She was sitting on the culvert alongside the road. He stopped his car and backed it up, to see if she needed help. He asked her three or four times, but she kept her head down and would not answer, so he drove off. When he got to walk the next day, he told his story to the other officers. They told him that he had seen a ghost, and that there was a story around the woman. -Jean N. Smith

U.S. 25

Many of the places featured in this book can be found on or near U.S. 25, which is probably our all-time favorite road. Running straight down the center of Kentucky for the entire vertical span of the state, it truly is the Route 66 of Kentucky weirdness.

Highway 25 begins in Covington, right at the Cincinnati, Ohio border. From there it winds its way to Florence, then spends the next couple of hours running alongside I-75, as a sort of rural companion, passing through Crittenden, Dry Bridge (where it becomes the Skeeter Davis Highway for a stretch), Williamston, Corinth, Double Culvert, Georgetown, Lexington, Clay's Ferry, Renfro Valley, Mt. Vernon, Livingston, London, and Corbin.

In Corbin, U.S. 25 splits into two, one leg going east (25 East), one going south (thought or some reason they call it 25 West). 23E takes you to Barbourville, Pinesville, Middlesboro, and Cumberland Gap, at the juncture of the KY-TN-VA borders, before continuing on into TN. Meanwhile, 25W takes a long deviation out into the middle of nowhere, eventually winding its way to Williamsburg, where it rejoins its parallel path with I-75, and then goes into TN (where it again wanders away from the interstate and heads deep into the mountains). Both 23E and 25W have their points of interest, but it's 23E that has that good ole weird feeling all the way to the border.

#type read #weird kentucky

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owenepierce · 1 year ago

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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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dancer-subclarington · 1 year 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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fuckzachariah · 10 months ago

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The room emerged to him as though a divine gift; perfectly devoid of life, the only movement the lively flicker of fireplace flames licking the underbelly of the hearth. Kylie was a stark red beacon moving clumsily through the tranquil space, the weight of her platforms too heavy for her flimsy ankles, now well and truly seized by the liquor in her veins. He could not deduce precisely where Alex had hidden so effortlessly, so rapidly, but his heart thumped hard in his chest riding off the back of their high. To him, the room was still thick with tension, the energy of their flirtation crackling in the air. His extremities buzzed with the aftershock, haunted by the ghost of her touch he never even felt. Evidently, Kylie did not feel the same. She collapsed on her back over the large chesterfield, sighing, and sending a buckshot to Zach’s nervous system as he suspected Alex was near. “Talking to yourself,” Kylie chided playfully, tone hiccuping with champagne fizz. “Dear God, are you there? It’s me, Zachariah..” She promptly fell apart laughing at her own joke, and though usually he would’ve been delighted to play along with her, he was instead stunted by the unusualness of their situation. Instead, he thought only of Alex and sought to divert Kylie's attention. “Practicing my ‘I’m sorry, please take me back’ spiel for Daddy Dupree,” Zach lied, but in doing so sent a clear message to Alex, wherever she was. I’m back in.

Kylie gasped, sitting up promptly, balancing on her shaky elbows. “Seriously?” He attempted to skirt around the side of the sofa to locate Alex, so he could guide Kylie out without spotting her. Or, maybe if he couldn’t goad Kylie outside, he could distract her long enough for Alex to flee. Privately, he resented this notion. He wished he could usher Kylie out of the room and sink back into that lush tension between he and Alex his body now suffered withdrawals from. With each passing second, the intensity drifted further and further away. She was the most potent drug he would spend his life yearning for. Before he could get around the back of the sofa, Kylie grabbed for him. “You changed your mind?” she encouraged. He looked at her, a small smile pinching the corner of his mouth. “Mhm, looks that way,” he affirmed. She squealed, grabbing for him, hauling him to land heavily on the leather loveseat. His stomach twisted, thinking only of Alex. “Mhm, mhm,” Kylie mocked him, sending one heavy platform over his thighs, pinning him down with her hips. For fucks sake, he thought. “I can’t fucking wait,” Kylie breathed, low and slinking, her face inching too close for comfort. Her nails dipped between the gaps of his buttons and lightly scored his stomach. He tensed up. “To watch you take over the world.”

Her lips came down on his neck. Zach struggled to respond appropriately in turn, paralyzed by the thought of Alex suffering through any of this, stunted by the memory of how riveted he had been moments ago only looking into her eyes. Should the tables be turned, he could not even imagine the ferocity of his own response; there would be hell to pay, though he wasn’t sure who would be made to pay it first. “Ky,” he complained, pushing her gently away. “Come on, let’s go back to the party.” She whined, crawling deeper into his lap, her hips rolling into him. Though his body prickled with a natural response, his brain did not follow suit. “No, I don't think we will,” she mumbled against his skin, coming up from his chest to kiss him deeply on the mouth. He held her by the shoulders, once again prizing her from him. “Seriously. Enough people have fucked in my house for me to know how annoying it is. And nights like this won’t come around every day - we should go celebrate,” he coaxed. She eyed him, then, sensing the severity of his tone. He understood why she might be confused; he had never refused her before, only twice when she had been too drunk to his stone sober, and both times had ended in tears.

Her lipstick was smeared beyond reparation, though he tried anyway, swiping his thumb beneath her bottom lip to collect the ruby red. She caught his wrist to stop him, cocked her head, then guided the hand she had seized under her dress, between her thighs, staring at him as though inspecting him undergo a test. Zach was launched back in time to a potent memory; his very first time in Alex’s penthouse, the instance so alarmingly similar to this one it made him feel motion sick. Except then, he had been so revoltingly desperate to have her he would’ve done anything for it. Now, he froze, angry at the attempt to test his boundaries. He had to be cruel, he had no other choice. Snatching his hand away, he picked her up deftly, setting her down on her unsteady heels as they stood together. “No. You’re too drunk,” he deadpanned, stern in the way he occasionally had to be. Kylie looked as though she’d been slapped. “We’re going back out to the party. Now.”

Alex’s full upper lip curled in response to his arrogant quip, a subtle yet telling gesture of her amusement. Zach was more than a mere presence in her mind; he had become an integral part of her being. Despite the numerous hurdles they had faced together, she couldn’t ignore the profound impact he had on her. Their relationship was imbued with a potent mixture of infatuation and desire, evident in every aspect of their interactions. The way they loved. The way they fought. The way they fucked. The mere thought sent a shiver down her spine, prompting her to instinctively clench her thighs together, a futile attempt to quell the stirring sensation that fluttered between them. His voice, rough and alluring, only fueled the fire that raged within her. Andrew, her stable and reliable partner, couldn’t evoke the same primal desire that Zach effortlessly stirred within her. And yet, she couldn’t help but imagine a world where the best of both men converged into one, creating the perfect man. Then again, she remembered that this version of Zach Winthrop was still somewhat of a mystery to her. He seemed to orbit around Kylie French with a devotion that piqued her curiosity. Maybe the universe had answered her prayers in a fucked-up way. As Zach continued to move about the room, she remained perched in her spot, her sun-kissed stems stretched out before her, ankles crossed with grace. His playful banter elicited a soft laughter from her lips, her head tilting slightly as she assessed his intentions. It was evident that he was now openly flirting with her, gradually relinquishing the ironclad restraint he had previously maintained.

It appeared that she was slowly chipping away at his defenses, unraveling the composed facade he had meticulously crafted. A muttered curse escaped his lips, a plea tinged with frustration, yet she smiled in response, her satisfaction barely perceptible, a fleeting flicker of accomplishment in her eyes. Her hands glided over the supple leather surface, tracing the intricate patterns of the tufted design beneath her fingertips. He abandoned his previous stance and moved closer to her, considering the possibilities of a world where he acquiesced to her suggestion, and she felt a surge of anticipation coursing through her veins. His footsteps reverberated heavily in her ears, each one echoing with a palpable tension that sent her heart racing. As he drew nearer, she found herself only partially attentive to his words. The dark ink peeking from beneath his shirt beckoned to her, a tantalizing invitation to explore every inch with a hunger that bordered on desperation. Suppressing a scoff, she raised her wide, baby doll eyes to meet his gaze. Once more, Alex forcefully yanked herself back from the precipice of her own fantasies, unwilling to fall into the abyss that beckoned with its promises of reckless abandon. What she felt, what she imagined— it all seemed like a dangerous mirage, a tantalizing illusion that threatened to consume her sanity. The energy between them pulsed with intensity, a living, breathing entity that seemed to coil and writhe, waiting to be unleashed and consumed. It was as if the very air around them crackled electricity, teasing her senses with its intoxicating allure.

Did he feel it too? Or was it all in her head? A delusion born from her own desires? Others spoke about the tension that existed between exes, how it was potent enough to lead them into a whirlwind of passion-fueled, hate-fueled intimacy. Was that was this was? Or something more in-depth? Alex parted her lips to speak, to remind that they had already embarked on this journey of deceit together months ago, and surely, they wouldn’t be condemned for the same transgression twice. Before she could utter a single syllable, their moment was shattered by a sudden thud against the study door. A sugary-sweet voice seeped into the room. The intrusion jolted Alex back to reality, a harsh reminder of the world beyond their private sanctuary. As the gilded handle of the study door rattled, signaling Kylie’s imminent entrance, a surge of panic rippled through the air. Zach’s hand enveloped Alex’s arm in a firm grip, holding her close as if seeking safety in their closeness. Caught off guard by his sudden gesture, Alex could barely register the weight of his touch before Zach sprung into action, darting toward the door to intercept before Kylie could fully enter the room. Her laughter echoed like champagne bubbles dancing in the air. Meanwhile, Alex, ever nimble, reacted, moving swiftly and silently, her movements balletic as she slunk behind the couch, crouching low and balancing precariously on the wobbling pins of her heels.

“Fuck,” she mouthed silently, her heart pounding in her chest as she sensed Zach’s struggle to keep Kylie at bay. The volume of Kylie’s voice increased, punctuated by the rhythmic thud of her platform shoes against the floorboards as she drew closer to the couch. With each step, Alex’s apprehension mounted, a sense of impending doom settling down upon her shoulders.

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figwhine · 6 years ago

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I’m so dizzy and it’s so cold I want 2 die !

#u ever just. want to kys bc i do lol #my moods been getting so terrivle lately and my mental health is declining again but Who Cares as long as im doing things for everyone else #lol :-)#it hasnt been a good week or month or good anything i ruin all the good things #ghost boy talks #lms/reply

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starkskypines · 8 months ago

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i love it when people go “why are you bringing up fandom now? it has nothing to do with this subject” WRONG. it’s called web weaving and my religious trauma has trained me to draw connections between everything. it’s either be insanely annoying about supernatural or become a conspiracy theorist.

#i do not have the brain that would allow me to consume media in a normal way #my sister banned me from talking about music in the car because every time I’d listen to a song I’d go ‘oh like Dean Winchester’#i have essays in my drafts written on fandom #web weaving instead of conspiracy thinking #ky’s talking to the ghosts again

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not-alien-girl-v · 2 years ago

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PLS WRITE SOMETHING FOR FRAT BOY KYLE IM DESPERATE 🙏🧎‍♀️

Halloween!!!!!

warning: Language, mentions of sex

note: i didn’t edit this and i don’t want to so im not going to. kyle and reader celebrate halloween together like they do every year. but the frat brothers aren’t on the same page

Every year, the wind chills down from extreme temperatures and the leaves all turn brown for maybe a week or two, then they all fall off the ground. In the American town of New Orleans, this is called fall, not to be confused with the much prettier and complex version autumn, which is essentially the same thing, just not dumbed down enough for Americans.

Kyle loves fall for everything it has to offer. Pumpkin flavored lattes, pumpkin flavored frappuccino’s, pumpkin scones, pumpkin muffins, candles, pumpkin pie, pumpkin cheesecake, and most of all, pumpkin patches, which provide a picturesque date for him and his s/o, Y/N.

None of these pumpkin delicacies are worth it without the prospect of sharing them with Y/N.

To start his day out, he went to Target and bought the softest cardigan he could buy. He wasn’t aware of it, but Y/N was elsewhere in the exact same Target buying a different color cardigan. It was one of their traditions as long-time lovers, they each bought each other a cardigan to wear that night.

It was Halloween, well, the morning of, but Kyle and Y/N decided to make it a day long holiday. Next step on his agenda was to find those disgusting/scrumptious seasonal sugar cookies that have little ghosts and pumpkins printed on the tops of them. Kyle wasn’t quite sure why he kept buying them each year, since in his 21 years on earth, he could never quite decide if he truly liked them or not.

They were so gross they were good, a complex feeling Kyle had experienced many times as a broke college student. Things like junk food, fast food, and anything fried all had this quality to them and he ate them regardless of feeling conflicted by their very existence.

But, of course, he knew Y/N adored them, so he knew he’d never stop buying them. He didn’t have much money to start with, and the cookies and cardigan together were already a large sum, he checked out his items and returned home, not wanting to spend any more money.

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“Kyle?” Y/N called out and crossed the threshold into his frat. They heard nothing but a football game playing on the TV in the living room so they wandered through the halls a bit, floorboards gently creaking when they took a wrong step. “Ky?” They called again.

“He’s in his room!” They heard a voice shout over the game from the living room, one they recognized to be a frat brother.

Y/N had a strained relationship with many of Kyle’s frat brothers. They had a sneaking suspicion none of the boys really liked them very much, whether it be the way they look, the way they talk, or perhaps just that they had nothing in common with a typical frat boy. Kyle was the exception to this, as he was the sweetest guy Y/N had ever known.

Y/N saw the group now, on the couch with one peeking his head behind him to get a good look at Y/N. “Thanks,” Y/N pressed a tight smile with their lips and a weird wave that seemed unnecessary, and then scampered off to Kyle’s room.

Y/N knew to knock, they had done this a million times before, but they also knew that Kyle appreciated his privacy and they never intended to invade on it.

There was a small bout of hushed curse words and noises of a few small things crashing to the ground before the door swung open, revealing Kyle in a black T-shirt and gray sweatpants. “Oh, it’s you,” his gaze softened, he stepped to the side and led them in by a gentle hand at the back of their waist. He shut the door behind them.

“The cookies are done already,” he motioned to the decorative plate with cookies on a small tray near the bed. Sure, using a ceramic plate would mean (God forbid) he would have to wash a dish, but something told him it was worth it.

“I can see that,” Y/N added and plopped onto his bed, pulling out the bundled sweater they had shoved into their bag on the way here. “I hope blue is good, I just figured if it was a school color then you might wear it out and stuff.”

He crawled on the bed opposite of them, loving gaze on Y/N as he leaned forward. “I would have worn it anyway, it’s perfect,” he pressed a kiss to their lips.

“Good, otherwise I would have held you down and forced it on you,” Y/N whispered and pulled back from Kyle’s handsome face to cozy themself under his blankets. “Where’s your remote?”

Kyle pursed his lips and looked away. “Did you lose it again?” Y/N scolded, and when Kyle didn’t respond, they knew the answer. “Fucks sake, boy. What don’t you lose?” They grumpily got out of bed and started searching around the room. Kyle giggled and fell backwards on the bed.

“Found it! It was in your closet, Ky, what were you doing with your remote in your closet?” He shrugged childishly and tucked himself into the bed as Y/N had done previously. They gently chucked the remote at Kyle’s smug face and he yelped but caught it.

“Finally,” Y/N mumbled as they got close to Kyle in the bed, wrapping their arms around him tightly and smushing their face into his stomach. “I really missed you,” they murmur.

Kyle kissed the top of their head. “I missed you too baby,” he gave them a quick squeeze before grabbing the remote again. “What do you wanna watch, sweetheart?”

They removed their face from him and let it rest on the edge of his chest. “A Nightmare Before Christmas.”

“That’s a Christmas movie honey-“ Kyle started but was interrupted by a strong knocking at the door.

Bang bang “Kyle! I need a condom!” A man yelled. Kyle closed his eyes and sighed in frustration. He rubbed his hand down his face.

“Do you think you could maybe- I don’t know, take your clothes off? They’re gonna clown on me if we’re not having sex in here, I put a sock on the doorknob for this.”

When they gave him a disgusted look he just nodded and accepted defeat. Bang bang bang “Kyle! Please!”

Bang bang bang “Here! Take your damn condom!” Kyle drawled as he slapped the condom onto the man’s chest and slammed the door in his face.

Kyle made the slow return back to the warm bed and be heard a not so discreet choir of voices behind the door, “oh shit! They’re fucking in there! Can you hear it? Put your ear on the door!”

Kyle’s eyes widened greatly and he sent them a pleading look, clasping his hands together and begging them silently. They groaned and got up onto their knees on the bed, knocking the bedframe into the wall enough for them to hear. “Fuck! Good for him,” is all the two heard before footsteps retreating.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, thank you,” Kyle pulled them into his arms through apologies and hugged them tight. They rolled their eyes and rubbed his back up and down slowly. They clicked play on the TV and in a few minutes, heard Kyle’s soft snores and felt his dead weight on top of their body. Every year.

#ahs #evan peters fanfiction #american horror story #evan peters x reader #evan peters #fanfic #fluff #kyle spencer x reader #kyle spencer #ahs coven #kyle spencer fanfiction #kyle spencer fluff

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blushingcookie · 2 years ago

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just watched the film “1408″ and they rly did it a disservice of giving it that shiddy name because it’s such a gem. i really want more horror monsters that aren’t an evil force without personality, but instead are actually just ASSHOLES.

There is no ghost in 1408. The room itself is the monster. It starts by putting chocolate on the main guys pillow. Then some poltergeist shid to warm him up (also literally warming up the room). But it goes very unhinged after that. At one point he’s on a Skype call with his wife asking her to send help, he suddenly sees and hears his own webcam talking to her, it is THE ROOM. THE ROOM IS TALKING TO HIS WIFE. THE ROOM FLIRTS WITH HIS WIFE AND ASKS TO GET BACK TOGETHER AGAIN WHILE HE HAS TO SIT THERE AND LISTEN. then something amazing happens. the webcam version of the main character turns to look directly at the actual main character. any other horror movie would put something scary here. 1408 though? he WINKS at him. THE ROOM GOES ;)

at one point samuel L. jackson is a shrunken tiny man inside of a fridge so the main character has to stick his head in the fridge to talk to him. later the room directly calls him on a phone to tell him “kys bro lmaoo”. the room makes him start a relationship with his wife again, but then SURPRISE!!! the wife IS the room!!!! YOU’VE BEEN FALLING IN LOVE WITH THE ROOM LOSEEEEER

needless to say you should watch this film and let’s all hope for more asshole horror movie monsters

#1408 #horror movie

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loth-wolffe · 3 years ago

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HI LOVE, THIS IS ME ASKING NICELY FOR 39 WITH WOLFFE...it can be fluff or angst or nsfw hehehehehehehehe whatever ill love it anyways,, thank you!!!

A confession of a something he's not sure he heard

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x fem!reader

Prompt: 39. I thought that I was dreaming when you said you loved me. - Ivy by Frank Ocean

Word count: 1,7k

Warnings: uhhh, a lil (big) splash of smut so there's piv sex. minors stay bACk. also cockwarming hA. and one (1) sentence of dirty talking.

A/n: SO. ship requests drained me entirely and I was rip in peace so I decided to take a small break while I regain my strength. besides I saw s4ep5 for... reasons (*cough cough* wolffe) and wHO would've thought. that bitch got me into my wOLFFE feels. woah. commander how DARE you sir.

anyways, this is for you, anna my darling. hope you like it mwah.

He's been back for three rotations now, and even though it's like it always has been, you still feel like tiptoeing over eggshells.

Wolffe hasn't said it back yet, and it's not like you said it for him to confess it back to you, but with every hour that passes your heart broke at the thought of him not feeling the same, but at the same time, there's no sign of him not doing anything that isn't loving you.

He kisses you the same, with a fervour that makes your legs weak, touches linger more than you could expect as he worships your body, tongue leaves a wet trail as he goes down on you, relishing your skin as if he has never tasted it. And bites hard, nips gently, and sucks with a delirious eagerness every part of your body that he can find. He marks you, as if to claim something, maybe the unspoken feeling from his side of the wall you have tried to break down ever since meeting him, maybe he tries to hold on to the words you did spoke and he refuses for them to settle in his heart because there's the possibility of being scared of the unknown.

A step further into a commitment he might not be ready for just yet.

But that's not the case, though, you can feel it in your bones as you remember how it was him the one that asked if he could stay the night that first time you two enveloped in a warmth of sweat and ecstasy, and it was him the one that invited himself over every time he was around until your home eventually became his too.

It was him, the one that always took that step towards you.

Until now.

Uncertainty molds your body with every breath you take, and you want to say it again because there's there's the chance that he didn't hear you, the words always ready to leave as they wait in the back of your throat for you to push them out and into his arms.

But when is a good time, if it wasn't when you first admit them out loud? Is it as he comes home and kisses you breathless? Or could it be as he steps out of the shower?

Could you tell him when he's between you, with your legs on his shoulders as he acts on those same words and brings you to a quivering edge where all you know it's his name, a trance where all you can think is him, his mouth on you, and the feeling he brings; would it be appropriate then?

As you disregard the doubt that hammers your mind, you tell yourself it's better if you wait for when he's gone again and maybe then, –during one those calls where he's just a holo in your room, a blue image of him that you could break through with your hand if you reach out to touch him– then, you call him out on his lack of response, and if, when, you make a fool of yourself, you can always end the call before Wolffe sees the feelings he brings with his rejection.

It's a safe ground, when you're away from each other, to make silly confessions and admit your deepest secrets, a nonjudgmental space that can hold the embarrassment for you as it dissipates for the next time you look into his eyes.

Yet, it's in the afterglow of a goodbye he breaks the invisible emotional barrier that had settled between yourselves during the last few days.

It's him, again, the one that takes the step towards you.

Wolffe kisses you softly, tasting the sweat of your skin as the two bask in the blissful moments after you have reached your highs. The silence is cut by the occasional sounds of your mouths meeting, and it could've been minutes, it could've been hours of you just like this, feeling the other for what it might be the last time in months.

You sigh into his mouth when he settles better above you, feeling his length awakening once more inside you. He moves slowly, deliberate, and it's in times like these that you wish to know what he's thinking.

It's when his mouth finds your chest that he speaks, lips over your skin to muffle the words because there's no escape if you do hear them.

His voice is hoarse and his breath is warm as they not only hit the skin of your breast but also the muscle that beats for him.

"I love you."

You hear it as your fingers get lost in the dark curls, stopping the movement of your nails against the scalp, eyes snapping open and you find him looking straight at you and into your soul, trying to find something, anything, that lets him know he's not alone in this.

"What?" your voice is a thread, barely a whisper as you can hear the thump of your heart loud in your chest, he must've heard it too, as he kisses the surface of the place that holds it between your ribcages.

"Thought I was dreaming when you said it," he whispers as he makes a path of kisses from your sternum to your jaw, your breath gets caught in your throat and his lips ghost on yours, "but even if that's true, it doesn't change the fact that I do."

His mouth is hot against yours, and your walls flutter with him still inside, dragging a groan that you happily drink from his lips.

"Why did you wait to tell me?"

But you know why. For the same reason you them held back and ended up choking on the words.

"Why haven't you told me?" his words pierce through you like a knife, and you open your mouth to confess your excuse but it gets stuck before it rolls off your tongue.

You have.

Days ago, you did. In a rushed conversation where he told you he was coming home the next day, before he had to go, as darkness covered the sky and you looked up trying to find him in the vast ocean of planets and stars even though it was impossible for you to do so. You had told him right after he said goodbye, weakly, scared he might not return to you, but you had told him, in a whisper, in the safeness of your side of the line,

"I love you, be safe."

And it's until now that you're sure he heard, it took him a few seconds for the call to finally end.

"I did." Is all you say.

Wolffe smirks and leans down to suck the conjunction where your jaw meets your neck.

"Why not say it again?" He's teasing you, you know it, but it's the need of reassurance in his voice that stirs something in your stomach, a pang of guilt, perhaps, because you're taking too long, and maybe it's because you know how it feels that you don't want to drag it any longer.

"I love you."

He hums, kissing the corner of your mouth, and if it weren't for the smile on his own you would've believed his next words came from a different place.

"You're just saying that."

You shake your head, your refutation leaves in a little sound because you can't seem to think of anything else to say, not when he leaves open mouthed kisses in your skin, it is when his tongue meets the perky flesh of your nipple that you let out a breathy, "I'm not."

"Is it because I'm still balls deep inside you?"

You could cry, because he's making it hard for you when it should be the other way around; you should be the one showing no mercy because it was him the one who delayed his answer for three days instead of a second.

But you don't find it in you to tell him to stop, either. Always at his mercy.

And the way he says it, how he says it, sends a wave of arousal down to were you're intertwined, you feel him twitch inside you and only him can turn a soft moment like this, an admission such as the one you're letting on, into something lustful enough that drowns the affection that drips from his eyes.

"Wolffe, I–"

But whatever you were going to say is cut off by the thrust he gives, deep and slow and you can feel him whole, the remnants of his last orgasm lubricating the two of you and he pulls back all the way to the tip before he slips back in with a squelching sound, toes curling at the feeling of him moving again and he grunts in your ear.

You moan, not knowing what else to do as you hold him by his shoulders, nails digging on his skin as you feel your body rock with the intensity of each thrust, needing something to anchor you and keep you grounded while you try to keep up with a conversation that happens between your eyes.

"Say it." It's the need in his tone that makes you tell him with an urgency you hope that matches the one in his eyes.

"I love you."

He growls, low but powerful enough that it rumbles in his chest, and his teeth take your lobe as he pulls lightly from it. Another thrust of his hips makes you cry out.

"Again." Wolffe demands, and you realize that it's for him to not forget, to hold on to the words the best he can, and it's all because he doesn't want, he refuses, to spend another day with his own doubts.

He wants to make sure he heard them right this time.

And it's between cries and sighs and moans that you repeat it until it's only a breathy chant that falls from your lips as you reach that peek he knows how to push you towards in the most perfect way.

And it's not until he's back on that soft side that only shines in the aftertaste of it all that he says them again, as his lips caress the bruised skin once more and his hands massage the marks on your hips. It's in a light voice and with warmth clouding his eyes that he makes you know he feels just the same.

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