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Screaming Orgasm
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2026-07-29 18:06:31
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Pucking Around with Fate Piroshki
POV: KhyleThe temperatures had dipped even further into the minuses as the day wore on, the wind gusts strong and sharp against the face. Winter was giving it her last all, bringing in a sudden arctic cold front before she finally blew herself out.When Khyle had stretched and groaned his way out from under warm heavy blankets that morning, the wind had been howling past his bedroom window. Whipping and brittle against the glass. They'd called for a sudden arctic low, bringing strong winds. But it had even sounded cold out there.And yet, here they were at sunset. Ever undaunted by the weather. The two of them.At the Jäger family home.It was what was inside the house that Khyle found daunting. He was going to meet Gunner's mother again. And see Gunner's family home for the first time. And all in the name of good will and furniture assembly.They'd pulled up to the house from opposite directions, but nearly in tandem. Now, as they headed up the driveway to the two-story home, a rush
Pucking Around with Fate Upside Down
POV: Khyle"Hey Ma." Gunner stood in nothing but a grin and a damp towel, one that was busy doing a long, slow reveal before falling to the floor as he squeegeed the water from his hair with one hand and pressed his phone to his tipped ear with the other. "Yeah, thanks. Guys are ecstatic."Khyle tried not to watch as Gunner gave up on the heavy wet towel when it rolled at the edges and sagged down over his hip bones, hanging off of him for a moment before leaping dramatically to its death and plastering itself to the floor. Khyle was right there with it. He was not alone in looking on though, as several of the team watched with amusement.And Gunner simply did not care.As the towel hit the floor, Khyle hurried his eyes away, not just from that, but from the whole damn postcard-perfect scenery. He was something of a pro now, at masking it all, the reflex to act normal and unaffected well exercised. He couldn't laugh with the others, though. Couldn't muster it through the drama in his
Pucking Around with Fate Sorry About Earlier
POV: KhyleKhyle held the partially deflated bag of loose frozen produce, wrapped in a dish towel, to his cheek while the TV in the foreground flickered with meaningless images. The sound was down beyond hearing, his apartment too quiet and still, a sharp contrast to his racing thoughts and foul mood. He fought to ignore the silence-shattering hum of his phone, though every buzz against the table felt like it was drilling straight into his skull. He had lost count of how many times it had gone off in the last hour, each vibration another small assault he wasn't in the mood to endure. He wondered, briefly, if he could unplug the world the way he'd unplugged the TV's volume, if silence could be chosen rather than just endured. Maybe if he sat here long enough, unmoving, the world would forget it had a claim on him at all.Dark amber eyes glared in empty disappointment at the screen as it lit up, vibrating across the table while he resisted the urge to reach out and actually pick it up.
Pucking Around with Fate Two Were Not
POV: DualTheir first playoff game had Gunner out on the ice for the first shift. And for an unconscious moment, he'd looked up into the stands, eyes and thoughts searching for the shape of a familiar figure. One that he could pick out, even in a sea of bodies. He looked away the instant he realized what he'd been doing.He missed the times he was tough on him. Loving, because he wanted to be. Hard. Because he had to be.It felt like a lifetime since Gunner had become the man of the house. Thrown into the role of leader and protector, taking care of the woman his father had loved so much. For so long.Replacing the man he'd taken away from them both.Replacing tempered steel with porous stone.The buzzer to the end of the third period had been sharp and jolting.Number six snapped into the present, then rose and filed into the tunnel with the others, wondering where the hell his head had gotten to in the dying moments of a playoff game.The first round of the playoffs had been fast, b
Pucking Around with Fate A Pebble In An Ocean
POV: GunnerGunner collapsed into bed and closed his eyes, exhausted, bruised, and just glad to be off the road for a few days.Despite the challenges of adjusting to his narrowed role on the team, Gunner was still trying to apply some of the advice he'd gotten from Cooper. If he wanted to become a player worth something, somebody worthwhile, then he had to keep focused, and that included pushing the dark thoughts out of his mind long enough to focus entirely on his game. No thoughts about him. Not during a game.It was his stuff to deal with, and on his own time.He'd been pushing that pain out of his mind for over a year now, so he should have been a expert by now.He was trying. Back at the Soul Slayer's Arena, it had felt possible in the moment. But back in the real world, under the pressure of game time.His home arena was hardest. Everywhere he turned, he saw an empty seat, a vacant chair, the place where his father would come and smile and cheer him on as often as he could at h
Pucking Around with Fate Belligerent
POV: KhyleIt had been a strange day. Shane was officially seeing Jordan Crawford, or at least getting laid by her. And it was all because of Gunner. And when Khyle's head had popped through the neck of his workout shirt and he'd looked over to see Shane Harlow actually hugging an honestly frightened and oddly helpless looking enforcer, well, he wanted to say it was just another day in the locker room.In some ways it was. But it wasn't as weird or as worrying as the next few weeks.Gunner's game plan had been changed. The team knew that. And it seemed fairly minor on the outside, a few new practice runs that didn't involve Gunner pushing himself to the net to score as often. But the effect of that seemingly small change on the enforcer's overall game and temperament was as subtle as a sledgehammer.It seemed that if Gunner was going to be told to focus on enforcing and fighting, then he was going to put his all into it. And that was quite a lot. Their very next game was just a taste
Pucking Around with Fate Anthem
POV: KhyleSantos Khyle couldn't believe his eyes or his ears as he stepped off the padded walkway and glided onto the ice at Seattle's Sokyoku Hill Arena.The place was sold out.Over nineteen thousand people had packed themselves into every available seat, standing room, and railing, all of them
Pucking Around with Fate Jager
POV: KhyleGunner Jäger moved through the locker room the way certain animals moved through their natural environment. Not fast, not slow, but with the complete physical confidence of something that had never once had to consider whether it belonged somewhere. He slipped through the cluster of jost
Pucking Around with Fate Four Months Ago
POV: KhyleThe anthem was almost over.Khyle could feel it in the way the crowd was shifting, that collective intake of breath that happened in the last few bars, nineteen thousand people unconsciously bracing themselves for the moment the music stopped and the game began. He'd felt it before, in s
Pucking Around with Fate Number Fifteen
POV: GunnerHe was just finishing pulling a loose fitting navy blue crewneck over his head and tucking the hem into the waistband of his black stonewashed jeans when it happened.The sound reached him before the words did. A swell of crowd noise rolling down the corridor like water finding the lowe
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