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How You Play the Game Part 3 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: After two days apart, the continuous phone calls and texts have Bradley running up to meet you near Los Angeles for game three. He likes all of it, every minute with you. And then you tell him that his favorite part is your favorite part, too.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, masturbation, oral, and smut (18+)

Length: 7100 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x female reader

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You woke up with Bradley's big arm wrapped around you. His alarm was going off, but he was still asleep. You rolled over so you were facing him, but he just pulled you closer.

"Where you goin'?" he mumbled, eyes still closed. "Stay here, Ace."

Your smile was enormous as you bit your lip. "Bradley," you whispered, kissing his nose. "You have to go to work."

"No." He pulled you impossibly closer as you laughed.

"Your alarm is going off." He muffled your words with his lips on yours, and he rolled you onto your back as he kissed you.

"Don't care," he murmured, pressing kiss after glorious kiss to your lips. But then you laughed, and so did he, because his alarm kept getting louder and louder. "Do not move an inch," he whispered, pinning your hands above your head on the pillow and easing himself away from you. "I'm serious, Ace. I want to pick up right where I'm leaving off."

You giggled as you watched him climb out of bed and walk naked across your hotel room. The early morning light filtering in through the curtains lit up his tan skin. He was beautiful. His skin still looked summer sunkissed, and you tracked him with your eyes as he located his phone on the floor.

"I told you not to move," he growled, climbing back into bed and crawling toward you, his big hands immediately holding both of yours.

"I didn't," you whispered with a smile, turning your head to the side as his mustache brushed your ear. Then he eased his body back where it belonged, right on top of yours. What a thought. He was already familiar. You shouldn't feel this comfortable with someone you literally just met. You shouldn't be thinking about the next time you were going to see him.

"Now where was I?" he muttered, frowning at you like he couldn't remember. "I think I was right about here." His kisses were probably the only thing you needed right now. Each one was more exciting than the last, and you wound your fingers in his pretty hair. He was hard against your thigh now, never shy about his reaction to you.

You wanted him. There were eighteen condoms left to use. But when he broke the kiss and ran his thumb along your bottom lip, you pouted a little bit. "You need to leave."

He shook his head just slightly. "I need to stay."

"No, no, no, Bradley. You told me to tell you that you had to go to work today. You told me last night to tell you that the planes won't fly themselves, and that you aren't allowed to spend the day with me."

"Never said that," he whispered, and your eyes fluttered closed as his thumb grazed your cheek softly. "I'd never tell someone as pretty as you that I wasn't going to spend the whole day with them."

"Bradley," you whimpered, and he sighed.

Then he buried his face against your shoulder and kissed you there. "It's just that I want to spend as much time with you as I can. While I can."

He said he would get a ticket to game three just to see you. Just to be with you up near Los Angeles. Your voice was soft as you asked, "You'll really come to game three tomorrow night?" You felt vulnerable. You never felt this way. You had to have the biggest bark and the biggest bite in your line of work, and you were always ready to be on offense or defense. But you didn't feel like you had to try so hard with him. You felt like you could breathe and enjoy yourself.

Bradley's lips were on yours again, and then he said, "I'll buy a ticket on my lunch break today. And when I text you, are you going to respond?"

"Yes," you whispered with a grin. "As long as you go to work like you're supposed to."

"Yes, ma'am," he rasped. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow night. And I can't wait to read your article later today."

You were basking in the warmth of his words, but when his lips started a trail down your chest, you knew you needed to be the responsible one here. "Go. To. Work."

He groaned as he rolled off of you again and stood with his hands on his hips. You propped yourself up and looked up at him as he gestured toward the floor. "Eighteen more condoms. Am I taking them for safe keeping, or should I leave them with you?"

You tapped your lips with your index finger and asked, "Are you going to need them between now and the next time I see you?"

Bradley scoffed and said, "I already told you, Baby, I like you the best. I was only joking about the blue feathers. I'm absolutely not going to try to hook up with the other Ace."

"Go to work!" you said, howling with laughter as you launched the pillows at him one at a time as he tried to get dressed.

Then he had a big smile on his face as he picked up his Padres jersey and leaned down to give you one more kiss. "Keep this until I see you again. You looked so cute in it, thought you might want to wear it around."

You took it in one hand and wrapped the other around his neck to pull him close. Just one last kiss to hold you until tomorrow night. "Bye, Bradley."

"See ya, Ace."

He left in his jeans and undershirt, closing the door softly behind him. And then you were alone with his jersey, eighteen condoms, and the aching need to see him again. So you pushed your apprehension aside and decided to keep fooling yourself into thinking this was all a good decision.

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"You are distracted," Nat said as Bradley slid into the seat next to hers at lunchtime, his phone in his hand. You'd sent him a photo of you sitting at the desk in your hotel room wearing his jersey.

"Am I?" he asked, examining every inch of the photo before he started typing a response.

Nat gasped, and he looked up at her. "It's the sports writer! You went to the game!"

"I did," he said slowly, still typing a message. "And I'm planning on going to game three in Anaheim tomorrow night if I can find a ticket. And I'll probably go to each game after that too, because this is the kind of girl I've been dreaming of my entire life. She's cute, funny, smart, loves sports, and she's great in bed. And I just want to spend my whole day with her." He looked up and smirked.

"Doesn't she live in New York?" Nat asked, and Bradley could already feel his face falling.

"Yeah," he grunted, hitting send on the text message that said, "Let me take you home where you can wear all my clothes, and then I can take them all off of you."

"Be careful," Nat warned before biting into her sandwich.

"Weren't you the one who told me you could see me with six kids? Like a soccer player and a ballerina?"

Bradley hated the pitiful look she gave him. "I don't want you to get hurt."

That was the whole fucking thing. Bradley knew you could hurt him. It hurt the night after game one when he went home alone and then didn't hear from you in spite of the fact that he had given you his phone number. And it hurt him to think about you in New York where you lived, or in some other random city covering a sporting event. Because his home was in San Diego. And it would be next spring at the earliest before you'd be back to cover more baseball here.

"I'm not gonna get hurt, Nat. It's just a fling." As soon as he said the words out loud, he wanted to take them back. They were all wrong, and they made him feel dirty. He'd had flings before, and they didn't feel anything like this. He'd been having occasional casual sex with Shannon for probably a year, and she never lingered in his mind after he threw away the condom and watched her leave.

"Okay, well maybe you should reconsider going up to Anaheim tomorrow night?" Nat pressed. "I know I encouraged you to see her again, but maybe that's actually not the best idea."

"Nat, I know what I'm-" Bradley looked at his phone as another photo came through. In this one, you were lounging on the hotel bed where he'd spent the night with you wrapped up in his arms, still wearing his jersey. But it was open in the front, and your left hand was on your right breast.

Ace: I kind of miss you. I keep putting off leaving for my exclusive interview with the Angels' bullpen, because my hotel room smells like you.

"Fuck me," Bradley muttered, rubbing his free hand along his face.

Nat snatched his phone, and he let her have it. "Wow. Wow. Bradley."

"I know," he groaned.

"She's hot. And that message is beyond flirtatious."

"Yeah," he said, his voice precariously close to a whine. "Nat, I like her. I like how she writes her articles, and how I know her favorite team now. I liked how she felt in my arms all night."

"You slept over?!"

Bradley didn't reply. He just took his phone back and saved the photos. Then he sent you another text.

I'd rather you do an exclusive interview with me instead. I think you'd really appreciate what I have to say.

Ace: By all means, tell me what you would say if I interviewed you, Bradley.

I would say you look sexy as fuck in my jersey right now. And that thing never had it so good.

Ace: You're right. An exclusive with you would be much better.

"Now you're just ignoring me," Nat said as she wiped her mouth with a napkin. "I'm going to sit with Bob."

Truly, Bradley hadn't heard a word she said. He also hadn't eaten any of his lunch. He had to inhale his sandwich while he walked back to the classroom for the afternoon, because yes, he was distracted.

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Your boss was really riding you today. Apparently your submissions at 11:58pm after the first two games really had Greg Pfeffer rattled, because that was the first thing he said when you talked to him. The second thing he said was that he needed you in Boston as soon as you wrapped up in California. Apparently there was nobody else on staff he trusted to handle the Bruins head coach as well as you could.

You knew what your strengths were. You were smart, crafty and organized. But you were also a woman. And sometimes the men you interviewed responded to you differently than they would another man. In a good way. You always seemed to be able to get more information out of players or coaches than anyone else. Just yesterday afternoon you managed to get two of the relief pitchers from the Angels' bullpen to admit they weren't quite sure how to throw to the Padres shortstop.

And then one of them asked you out to dinner.

Never in a million years would you agree to that. You loved your job too much. And that was immediate grounds for getting fired right there. Honestly, there was no way he really thought you'd agree, right? Also, there was the fact that you'd decided it was better to eat some mediocre takeout back in your hotel room while you texted Bradley.

But now it was Tuesday morning. Game three was happening tonight. And those texts while you ate dinner had turned into a phone call with Bradley. The two of you ended up talking for two hours before you could hear him trying not to yawn. He had been so sweet, you had to threaten to hang up on him.

But you could still hear the last thing he said to you. "I should have driven up to see you tonight after work. Even just for an hour. Can't wait for tomorrow, Ace."

And what were you supposed to do now? You had hours to kill before you had to be at Angels Stadium. You were still wearing nothing but Bradley's jersey while you laid in your bed in the hotel across the street from the stadium just outside Los Angeles. You buried your nose in the fabric; it still smelled like him. He smelled so good. There was no way you could wait a few hours for him when just the feel of his Padres jersey brushing your nipples was making you squirm with need.

You let one hand slide down the curve of your belly, and when you closed your eyes, it was easy to pretend like he was the one touching you. Because his body had been as sure as your own, like he already knew what to do with you. Inch by inch, your fingers moved closer to their goal, and when you started rubbing your clit in slow circles, you thought about Bradley's voice. About the deep, raspy register and the way he called you Ace.

When you touched your breasts with your other hand, you realized your hips were already up off the bed, thrusting slowly as your fingers worked your clit. Images of Bradley's handsome face and flushed cheeks flashed through your mind. The eager look in his eyes when he touched you. The feel of his arms wrapped around you while he slept. The way his breath felt on your neck all night long. The morning rasp of his voice as he seemed to instinctively know he was with you in the still dark hotel room before he had opened his eyes.

"Oh, god!" you whined as you ran your nose along the collar of his jersey, inhaling his scent in short gasps as you clenched, imagining his heavy cock inside you. The swirl of your fingers became erratic as your hips thrust two more times, and you were coming hard for Bradley.

When your body collapsed back onto the bed, you were almost startled to open your eyes and realize you were alone. Your loud breathing and soft whimpers were filling the room, but you were too deliciously sated to feel embarrassed about what you'd done. You should probably be getting a shower so you had time to pre-write some of your article about game three. You had emails from Greg about your successful interview article with the Angels' bullpen to respond to. But instead you reached for your phone and texted Bradley.

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Ace: How early can you get up here today?

It sounded to Bradley like you still missed him even though he hadn't seen you since very early yesterday morning. He read your exclusive interview five times today already, and he was wondering if you'd indulge him and read parts of it out loud later tonight. And then he groaned as he turned on a shower in the locker room. He'd probably barely make it to the game for the seven o'clock start time, and tomorrow was a work day.

Tomorrow was also game four. Bradley was the world's worst Padres fan at the moment, praying that the Angels would tie up the series and take this whole thing to seven games. Because he didn't even want to think about what his life was going to look like when the World Series was over and he was no longer running himself between two cities to see you.

He made the shower a short one, dressing in some snug jeans and a clean Padres shirt before running out to his Bronco.

I'm leaving work now, Baby. See you at the stadium?

You'd given him the address of the hotel you always stayed at along with your room number just in case he finished work early. You had also managed to procure a ticket in the nosebleeds for him to get inside the ballpark; he just had to give his name at Gate E. But he was going to have to turn around and drive the nearly two hours back to San Diego either late tonight or well before dawn tomorrow. He just hoped you'd want to see him again tomorrow night, because he would do it all again.

There was traffic. "Fuck," he groaned, actually pulling up onto a curb to go around someone. He ended up fighting through gridlock the whole way up Angels Stadium, cutting back and forth between the highway and backroads. He paid forty dollars to park in the preferred lot next to Gate E, and then he sprinted up to the entrance along with other fans who were hoping to make it to their seats before the first pitch.

Bradley gave your name and then his own at the window, and he was immediately admitted inside. "Can you tell me where the entrance to the press box is located?" he asked. The security guard gave him a long stare.

"Do you have credentials?"

"Nevermind," Bradley muttered, taking the ticket that was being handed to him and pulling out his phone. His heart was pounding as he listened to someone singing the national anthem while he fumbled trying to make a call. He placed his right hand over his heart, not wanting to be a complete prick as he picked a direction to rush off in as he called your phone.

"Hi," you said very softly when you answered. He loved your voice. Memories of the late night phone call filled with your soft giggles washed over him.

"Baby, how do I get to the press box?"

"Unmarked green door near section 133. I'll meet you there."

Bradley hung up and ran around the first base side of the concourse, narrowly dodging some teenage girls and a beer vendor as the singer wrapped up their rendition of the song. And then he saw the green door as it opened, and your eyes met his.

"Shit," he gasped, feeling his feet slow before speeding up again. You looked perfect, and your beautiful smile was just for him as you let the door close behind you and came running.

And then you were in his arms with your hands at the back of his neck and your lips pressed to his ear. "Hi," you whispered as you kissed along the side of his face just as the fireworks signalling the start of the game were launched, and the entire stadium was cheering.

Bradley carried you to the door as you laughed softly. "I liked your exclusive article," he told you. "Read it five times today." That earned him a kiss on the lips, and then he watched you pull your lanyard out of your back pocket to unlock the green door.

"I think you're my biggest fan," you replied as he carried you inside and set you down.

"I absolutely am, Ace." Then you were pushing his back against the wall, your lips ghosting over his in the relative private of the vestibule that opened up into the press area buzzing with people.

"I need you to be very well behaved tonight," you scolded with a little grin that made Bradley lean down and kiss you hard.

"I will," he promised, loving the needy little sound you made.

You ran your fingers along his neck as you said, "I have an assigned seat in here. And my boss has been on my ass all day. No spilling any beers on me, I don't care how badly you want to lick it off later."

"One time and I have a reputation..."

You bit your lip and looked up at him over your shoulder as you turned toward the other reporters. The game was about to begin as you pointed to some folding chairs, and he grabbed one on his way past. Then he wedged it in front of the countertop where your computer was sitting, between your chair and the wall. He sat down and then you settled in next to him, right there in his personal space.

Bradley was smiling at you, and you were smiling right back. "Stop distracting me," you told him, barely turning in time to watch the Angels' pitcher throw the first strike of the game. "You're very distracting."

He draped his arm around your back as you started filling out the pitches on your stat sheet and typing away at the same time. "Thanks for securing that ticket for me. Wouldn't want to miss the chance to see you."

"It was god awful expensive. Even for the worst section in the stadium," you replied without looking at him.

Bradley's jaw dropped. "You paid for it? I thought maybe you got it comped or something. I could have found one online myself."

You just shrugged as the Angels left the field only to be replaced by the Padres for the bottom of the inning. "I got it for half the price you would have been able to."

Bradley knew that was still at least five hundred dollars. "I'll pay you back."

"No," you said softly as you looked down at your keyboard almost like you were embarrassed. Then you shrugged again, a little more aggressively this time. "It's okay."

But Bradley cupped your chin and gently guided your face so you were looking at him, your eyes unsure and hesitant. "I'd have had no problem paying full price. I just wanted to see you."

He ran his thumb along your bottom lip as you asked, "Is that really why you're here though?"

Bradley's brow scrunched in confusion as he examined your face. He knew the game was going on, but you weren't fighting him about missing a pitch or two. "Why else would I battle through traffic for two hours?"

You swallowed hard and whispered, "Because you wanted to fuck me again."

Bradley's stomach dropped. That was so far from the truth. "No, Ace. I wanted to spend a little time with you." You were silent now, but you weren't looking away as he added, "Sleeping with you is incredible, sure. But that's not why I'm here. I don't have to drive four hours round trip to get laid. I have six pack abs. But in order to see you tonight, it required driving up from San Diego. And when I tell you that I don't care if you invite me back to your hotel room tonight or not, I mean it."

Then you were kissing him and tugging him closer to you by the front of his shirt. And the Angels must have scored, because the rest of the stadium erupted in near deafening cheers. But you still didn't care to look away and find out exactly what was going on. You just kept kissing him, and your hand skimmed up his thigh, and Bradley had to pull away.

"Ace, if you keep doing that, you'll make me look like a liar," he gasped as the cheering finally started to lessen.

You chased his lips with yours and asked, "What do you mean?"

Bradley kissed you one more time and then leaned back in his seat, glancing down at the fly of his jeans where he was plainly a little hard for you. His voice was a little tight as he adjusted himself. "Truly, sleeping with you is not my priority tonight, but you turn me on."

Your hand was still resting on his thigh as you turned toward your computer and typed one handed. "How embarrassing... logging in to SportsCenter to watch a replay while I'm sitting right here in Anaheim." But you were smiling, and Bradley let his hand come to rest on top of yours while he caught his breath. It took you a minute to get your score sheet updated correctly, and then you were focusing on the players once more. But your hand still brushed his leg, and your fingers occasionally laced with his as you watched the game.

Occasionally you murmured something about a stolen base or an earned run average, but Bradley was barely watching anything except you. All he knew was he hoped the Angels won. All he wanted was to stay with you as long as possible.

When you kissed him sweetly during the seventh inning stretch, one of the other writers turned and said, "You brought your boyfriend again, New York?"

"No, Jack. He's actually my intern," you replied smoothly. The older man just looked between you and Bradley and then turned around.

"Intern?" Bradley mumbled. "Damn. I got demoted. Someone called me your boyfriend the other night." You started laughing as Bradley said, "What's next? Your dog walker?"

"I don't have a dog," you told him, smiling at him brightly and squeezing his thigh.

He laughed, too. "You want me to be your personal food fetcher?"

"Now that is something I could actually use."

Bradley was on his feet immediately, filling a plate from the catering stations and grabbing a bottle of water.

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Nothing felt as rushed tonight. Sure, you kept pulling Bradley in for kisses in the parking lot on the way to his retro Ford Bronco, but you didn't feel the need to immediately drag him back to your room. Not when he looked so gorgeous in the moonlight. Not when you felt golden inside since the Angels had managed to pull out a win. There would be at least five games. You were hoping you had at least two more chances to see him.

You shivered as he opened the door for you. "Bradley," you said with a laugh. "I told you my hotel is just on the other side of the parking lot. It's the hotel I always stay in."

"I'll drive you over," he whispered, kissing your cheek as he helped you in. Then you gave him an appraising look as he closed the door and jogged around to the other side. Was he really not planning on joining you in your room? The idea sent a jolt of sadness through you. But tomorrow was Wednesday, a work day for him.

"Bradley?" you asked softly as he pulled out of the spot. You could already see your hotel from the end of the aisle, and he turned to smile at you.

"Yeah, Baby?"

You closed your eyes and whispered, "Do you have to leave right away? I want you to come up."

He didn't answer immediately. He pulled up to the entrance and put the Bronco in park and ran his fingers through his hair. "I wish I could say no to you. Just to prove my point."

When you leaned across the console and said, "I don't want you to say no to me right now," he shifted back into drive. You giggled as he pulled forward a little quickly and whipped into an empty parking space.

And then you were walking backwards through the lobby, coaxing Bradley along as he said, "I shouldn't be coming up with you. I have work in the morning. And I told you I'm just here for your company." But he was smiling, and he was the one to push the button to call the elevator.

Then it arrived, and the two of you were the only ones inside when the door closed. You tucked yourself against his chest when he opened his arms to you. "Just come up for a little bit?"

"A little bit," he confirmed, kissing the top of your head. "While you write your piece?"

"Mmhmm," you hummed, kissing his neck. "Or you could stay for a while."

His arms were warm and so solid around you, and you heard him murmur, "I could stay for a while."

You pulled him down the hallway, laughing at the dopey grin on his face. "You could stay longer. We're only going to get a handful of these nights together. And I like it when my hotel room smells like you the next day."

He snatched the key card from your hand and unlocked the door, ushering you inside with his lips on yours. He tossed the key somewhere on the floor as the door closed behind him, and you dropped your computer bag with a soft thud.

"This is a nice room," he whispered against your lips as he untucked your blouse and got one big hand on your lower back.

"You didn't even see it yet," you gasped as he started sucking on your neck.

"I'll look at it later."

And then you were under him on your bed, both of you fully clothed except for your shoes. Bradley was running his lips and his mustache along your neck at such a leisurely pace, you were afraid you might actually melt.

"Is that my jersey?" he asked, his gaze moving to the pillow next to your head.

"Yeah," you whined as his tongue met the sensitive spot behind your ear. "I wore it last night and this morning."

Bradley groaned, and then you felt his hands at your waist and your hips. "I'm a weak man. A very weak man when it comes to you, Ace." And then his groan just got louder as you reached down for his hands and guided them slowly to the button of your jeans. He made quick work of it and the zipper, easing his fingers inside the waistband of your underwear. "Baby, you have an article to finish."

He kissed along below your belly button, and you whimpered as you said, "I'll finish it in time. I promise." And then he was yanking your pants down and pressing his lips to your bare thighs as he worked your jeans and underwear all the way down your legs and off. He settled in with his face buried in your pussy, just like last time. Just like the first time. You'd never been with a man so willing and eager to do this.

"You're fucking soaked," he moaned, lapping up along your slit before separating you with his nose and kissing around your opening.

"Bradley!" you whined, because he was already so invested. So you let him go for a few minutes, and it felt good. So good, you were almost convinced he could get you off this way if he took enough time to do it. But after a few more minutes, you tugged gently on his hair. When he met your eyes with his lips on your clit, he looked annoyed.

He released you, much to your immediate displeasure, and asked, "Why won't you let me get you off like this? You stopped me the other night, too."

You pressed your lips together and looked at the ceiling before you answered. "It'll take forever."

Bradley sighed, and a second later, a jolt of pleasure rushed through you. When you looked down your body at him, he was swirling one long finger around your clit. "I'm in no rush. Other than you needing to submit your article in an hour and a half, we've got time."

"You must like a challenge."

Bradley raised one eyebrow at you, but his finger never stopped that slow, delicious swirl that had you bending one leg and running your foot along his side. He kissed the inside of your knee before he looked at you and said, "This is not a challenge. This is a privilege, Baby. You just tell me what feels good, and I'll get you there."

You couldn't be sure if it was his words or the way he was touching you, but when your pussy clenched gently around nothing, you were whimpering his name and agreeing. And then his mouth was trailing the softest kisses along your folds. You could tell you were dripping wet by the way his tongue glided so smoothly along. And then Bradley reached around your hips and tilted your body up at a slightly different angle that had his nose bumping your clit while he ate you.

He kept changing things up. A soft roll of his tongue would turn into a nibble. And then the nibbles would turn into suction with just the most beautiful amount of pressure. But his mustache was just fucking special, the way it felt rough and yet so fucking necessary.

"Fuck," you whined softly. He was so good. But you'd felt this slow build before, and inevitably your partners ended up getting tired or annoyed by how long it took you. Bradley's movements were sure and steady, however. And now he was plucking at your clit with his lips, and your thighs tightened around his head.

"Good?" he asked, breathing a little heavy.

"Yes! Don't stop!" you praised, your hips rocking with each little grab and release of his lips. He squeezed your hips as if he was letting you know he would get you off like he promised, and then he swirled his tongue slowly around your clit before licking a long stripe down with the tip of his tongue.

"Do that again," you demanded, your voice barely a gasp. And once again he treated you to that swirl of his tongue. "Fuck." And the long stripe downward. "Oh."

"Again?" he asked, his voice raspy and amused.

You tangled your fingers in his hair and tugged as you said, "Don't you dare stop, Bradley." But he was already back at it with that perfect tempo and his prickly mustache. This time, when he licked down, he kissed his way back up, and you made the most desperate sound. "Again."

"I got you, Ace."

His tongue. His voice. His hands. His hair. His ridiculous nickname for you. "Oh god damn!" you whined, your voice breaking as you keened. The words and sounds were burning at the back of your throat before they could be released in a way that made any sense at all. And you rolled your hips slowly against his mouth as he cupped your body. You were close. So close. So-

"Yes!" you nearly screamed as tears stung at your eyes. Bradley grunted as you pulled his hair but he didn't stop. You were practically riding his face with one leg thrown over his shoulder when you felt yourself gush. His face was still buried in your pussy, but when he finally looked up at you, he was panting.

"Ace," he groaned, his face all wet from you. He was licking his lips like you were the most incredible thing he'd ever tasted in his life, and even though you were still enjoying some little aftershocks, you needed more.

"I want you to fuck me," you said softly, and then his wet lips and chin were on yours. And you did taste pretty incredible as he bucked his fully clothed body against your core.

"I won't last," he grunted. "Not after that. God, you're perfect."

Your body felt flushed all over from his compliment. "I don't care. I just want to feel you."

"You need to finish your article," he said, but he was already sitting back on his knees between your legs and unzipping his pants. He winced as he pulled himself free, his tip an angry, swollen red.

"Oh," you gasped, already clenching again at the sight of him. You scampered out of bed and nearly tripped on your way to your suitcase. "Eighteen condoms," you muttered, digging around until you found one of the double packs.

A few seconds later, you were rolling one of them down his length. He'd barely gotten his pants pulled down to his thighs by the time you were bending over the bed for him. And then he was filling you up, and his arms kind of caged you in. And his mustache was rubbing your neck. And your actual first name was on his lips. And you were thinking about things you knew you shouldn't. You were thinking about how much it was going to hurt when you left for the east coast.

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Bradley would have been embarrassed that he only lasted two minutes, but you didn't seem to mind. "I'll be better for round two. You just really wound me up."

You bit your lip and smiled at him as he removed the condom. "Going down on me made you hot?"

He looked up at you like you had two heads. "Yeah. Hell yeah. I'd spend the whole night doing that if you'd let me."

You looked ridiculously pleased with yourself as you grabbed his Padres jersey off the bed and slipped it on. "Maybe tomorrow night," you said playfully as you walked toward the desk and grabbed your bag on the way. "You coming?"

Once again, Bradley had you perched on his lap while you finished your article. You were cutting it very close tonight, and he was helping you proofread as you wrote. "You misspelled umpire," he whispered, pointing to your computer screen.

"Thanks," you replied softly, correcting your error.

He didn't want to distract you at all, but he wasn't sure how long you wanted him to stay. It was three minutes until midnight. He was at least an hour and a half away from home. He needed to be at work in eight hours. But the way you were acting like he belonged with you was keeping his mouth shut.

You submitted your article at exactly midnight and then you turned to face him. "Are you ready for round two?" you whispered, grinning. "Round one with you was already way better than when I got off earlier today."

Bradley froze with you in his arms. "What the hell happened earlier today?" he asked, hating that he immediately felt a little jealous.

But you leaned in and kissed him softly, your lips brushing his as you said, "I thought about you while I got myself off."

"Fuuuck," he groaned, wrapping you tighter in his arms. "That's hot, Ace."

Bradley was still hanging out of his jeans, and his cock was rubbing your thigh as he got hard for you. You were running your fingers through his hair as you rubbed your pussy along his length. Then you reached behind you on the counter and held up another condom, and when Bradley nodded, you opened it. And then he was inside you again.

You went slow, with breathless fluttering kisses along his face. He tucked his hands inside the jersey, wanting to feel as much of your smooth skin as he could. "At least two more games," you whispered. "I have the Angels to thank for winning tonight."

Bradley laughed softly, bringing his hands up to your breasts but keeping his eyes on yours. "Let's keep this thing going."

"Mmhmm," you moaned. And then you kissed him like you and he had been doing this for years already. As if you knew what he needed. And maybe you did, because he was starting to think he needed you.

"Ace, Baby." You were coming for him, absolutely coming undone in his arms as you moved your body. He wanted to tell you to make it last all night, but it was too good. And he was right there, too.

As you pushed his hair back from his forehead and let your cheek find his shoulder, your phone rang. Bradley jumped a bit, but you didn't seem concerned.

"It's probably just Greg. My boss," you said with a kiss to his cheek.

"Okay," Bradley grunted as you stood and left him to dispose of the condom.

"Greg," you said calmly when you answered the phone. And then Bradley heard someone yelling at you. He was on his feet, brow scrunched in concern. This guy was loud, and you didn't even have him on speaker phone. And he wasn't letting you get a word in. You just hummed in agreement as you paced around the room, but when Bradley caught your eye, you headed back over.

"It's okay," you told him with your hand over the speaker of your phone. "He doesn't like my nearly late submissions," you said with an eye roll and then a smile. Then you gently pushed Bradley down into the chair again before pacing away. And he was suddenly inadvertently privy to your email inbox.

At the top was your article submission receipt which you were currently telling your boss was time stamped for midnight, and that you didn't actually need him to call you from home in New York where it was three in the morning. Then Bradley's eyes fell to no fewer than six emails that had all been sent from different media outlets this evening.

[email protected] Opportunities With MSN Sports

[email protected] Sports Writer Positions Open Now

[email protected] Looking For a New Opportunity?

[email protected] We Have the Perfect Position For You

[email protected] We Need You - Join Out Team!

[email protected] Join the Sports Team With Highest Salaried Positions

"Damn, Ace," Bradley muttered, eyes scanning everything he could see without scrolling down further. But something told him there would be more of the same if he did. Everyone wanted you.

"Sorry," you muttered, having ended your call without Bradley even noticing. And now you looked a little apprehensive.

"Your boss was yelling at you," he remarked as he stood.

"Oh," you said with a little shrug. "He's always like that. Ranting and raving is how he operates."

Bradley glanced back at your computer screen briefly. "Well I wish he wasn't shouting at you. Your articles are always the best."

You clearly wanted to say something, but you planted your hands on your hips and tapped your foot on the floor. "Bradley... I know it's late, and you have to get back home for work and everything... Will you stay with me until I fall asleep?"

He didn't have to think about it. "Yes."

And then your expression melted into a smile as you climbed into bed, still wearing his jersey. Bradley watched you pat the spot next to you, and he zipped up his jeans and climbed in as well.

As you yanked the covers up over both of you, Bradley pulled you close so your back was pressed to his front. "Will you come back tomorrow night? If I can get you a ticket?" you asked him so softly, he held his breath to make sure that was all you had to say.

As long as you were in southern California, he would come to you. "I'll be back up no matter what, Ace." And after you kissed his hands and laced your fingers with his, he added, "I can't believe you thought this right here wasn't my favorite part about being with you."

Your breathing was evening out, and Bradley thought perhaps you were already asleep. But then you said, "This is my favorite part, too."

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f10werfae · 1 year

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More Kissies and Workouts

pairing: Lumberjack!Henry Cavill x Short!Shy!Reader

summary: Sweet shy little Y/n joins her new older boyfriend for one of his workouts, but can she keep up?

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Y/n peeked her head into the Gym room of their cabin, her new older boyfriend sat doing sit-ups, his veins popping and sweat dripping down his forehead. His eyes closed in concentration, Y/n twinkled her way over unnoticed and sat on top of his lap. His lips surprisingly meeting hers once he sat back up, his tongue dancing out to meet hers in a filthy kiss, his thumb coming to wipe her wet chin as they broke apart. “Mmm Well this is a lovely surprise sugar, miss your man too much?” He asked licking his lips, which now tasted of her chapstick.

“mhmhm, ya left me alone on the bed” She pouted bouncing on his lap slightly, her face still puffy from her sleep, her hair still crazy. “Ya were tired after last night sugar, didn’t want ya fallin asleep today” He cooed nuzzling his nose against hers, his hands smoothing down the back of her hair, her hands fisting the bottom of his grey shirt; her body wearing his white vest and one of her cotton white panties.

“C-can I stay here with you? P-promise not to disturb you” She pouted kissing his neck and jaw, her fingers scratching his beard soothingly, his breath shuddering at the feeling of her lips on him. “Course baby, you stay right here on my lap alright? Don’t want you goin’ n’ hurtin’ yourself on any equipment”

Nodding excitedly she watched as his body laid back down and came back up every few seconds, her lips placing a kiss onto his every single time he reached her, a small giggle and wiggle escaping her every time he’d stay up a little longer and lick into her hot wet mouth. At one point Y/n found herself growing wet at each of his kisses, remembering the day they first properly made out on the park bench; that was only 3 months ago now.

The couple hadn’t done anything as far as sex yet, but there was definitely heavy petting with fingers and tongues all over. The night before today Henry had brought his precious woman to 6 orgasms in a row, her body spasming and twitching every few seconds until he kissed and lulled her to sleep with the use of his tongue on her lower set of swollen lips.

“What’re ya doin bunbun?” He asked quirking a brow while laying back down again, feeling her hips roll against his slowly yet desperately, her fingers holding her underwear to the side as she humped his crotch. “M-missed you when I woke up Hen, n-need you alla time beside me” She whimpered looking at him once he sat back up, his hands on her hips as he slowly guided her hips against him; he himself growing hard at the feeling of her wetness leaking into his gym shorts.

“Missed you too angel, but isn’t your pretty pussy tired after last night, worked her hard I did” He whispered using his thumb to rub soft delicate circles onto her button, soft breaths and gasps leaving her as she held onto his shoulders, her forehead leaning against his lovingly. “B-but love you do much n-n’ I n-need you” She whispered leaning her head up to press her lips against his, his lips placing hundreds of tiny kisses on hers making her groan.

“Stoppp Hennn, jus’ wan’ a long kissy, ya always do this” She whined kicking her legs a little, stopping when he gave her that look of his, instead patiently sitting there with her lips puckered out waiting; within seconds their tongues were mingling out in the open, her hips had once against started their movements along with Henry’s soft rubbing.

Henry then shifted her up further, letting her grind her pussy straight onto his bulge, both of them breathing deeply at the thin fabric separating them both. “M’close H-hen, c-can feel it here” She moaned placing his hand on her lower stomach, his lips pulling into a cocky grin as he kissed get cheek and nose. He always loved how sensitive she got from one touch of his.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty baby, you’re doin’ so good for me, you can let go honey, wanna see you cum” He whispered cupping her face, her lips held under her teeth as her hands held onto his thighs as she ground herself harder against him, his cock cumming first in his shorts. The white juice coming out through his shorts and creating a wet sound against Y/n’s pussy, strings of his cum connecting her pussy to his bulge.

“Look what ya did to me sugar, we made that mess, n’ I want ya to add to it honey” He chuckled watching her lick her lips and eyes go wide at the sight of his cum seeping through the fabric, “Come on, we’ve been playin’ house all week baby, don’t ya wanna be my sweet little housewife, sittin’ pretty and ready for me to love n’ play with? Havin’ cute babies, so ya can make me a daddy” He taunted knowing how much his dirty words got to her, he wasn’t shocked when she started shaking on his lap, his lap feeling warmer with her juices leaking onto his lap. Their cum creating a white sticky mess right on his lap.

“O-oops” She giggled feeling flustered, her nipples pebbling against the thin white vest she had on, her cheeks feeling hot as Henry kissed softly, his own chuckles causing them to breakaway from the kiss. “Might havta workout with you alla time baby, pick you up and carry ya around with me everywhere” He growled leaning over and getting his towel, lightly dabbing at the mess in his lap as he sat her on the workout bench. Stopping in his tracks when he saw what her hands were doing.

Y/n’s urges had gotten to the best of her, she wanted more and she would get more. Her hands stopped his and instead she dipped her fingers into his cum and brought it to her naked pussy, making shy eye contact with him as she fingered herself with it and massaged it all around her hold. “God baby you’re so dirty, my dirty girl aren’t ya” He taunted leaning forward and kissing her hungrily, causing her to yelp and squeal happily, his body standing up with her in his arms.

“W-where ya takin’ me?”

“Ohohoho we are doin’ press ups baby, but you’re gonna be my reward aren’t ya sugar?” He chuckled setting her down onto his purple mat, her legs spread wide open as he got into the plank position. As he leant down for the press up, he placed a passionate kiss right onto her clit, a smirk on his face as he felt her jolt and gasp at the sensation. “1”

He bent down again and this time kissed the set of lips passionately, her wetness coating his lips as he came back up and winked at her, “2” Her toes curling at each sensation, gasps at every single kiss he laid on her tingling treasure. “H-how many are ya gonna do bear?” She asked slightly scared of his answer, he knew how sensitive she got after an orgasm, it was only a matter of time before her specialty would arrive.

“As many as it takes for the water fountain bunbun” He smirked leaning back down, this time tongue kissing her pussy, spitting onto it before coming back up again, “3” Her hand gripped onto his messy mop of dark curls, even pushing his head down for his fourth press up. His mouth clamping onto her, his nose nudging her button as his tongue absolutely ravaged her, his eye-widening strength keeping his plank stable.

“H-Hen if you k-keep t-that up m’gonna-“

“Give it to me sugar, gon’ drink you up like that beer ya always get for me”

“F-frick o-oh Sh- I-it’s coming!” She squealed leaning back onto the mat, her body shaking like a broken faucet, her pussy squirting right onto Henry’s mouth and face like a bottle; his deep chuckles mixing with the sounds of slurping and her moans. The mat below now turning a darker shade with how wet she got, her legs sore and tired as she felt Henry place light feather like kisses on her sensitive centre and her inner thighs. His face nuzzling into her pillowy thighs as he looked up at her with a dark look in his eyes, those of a predator, “You’re amazin’ sugar, gonna keep you up ‘ere with me forever, ya’d like that wouldn’t ya? Keep ya in my bed, in my kitchen and in my cabin; keep ya full of me so ya remember who you belong to”

Y/n simply nodded, dazed as she watched Henry squirt his water bottle on his face and get his extra towel from the side, his body crawling to hover over hers, “c-couch, please” She whimpered holding onto him as he stood up and carried her down the long hallway to the living room, tucking her in with her pink weighted blanket, even calling Marly her cat over to snuggle in with her. Henry quickly changed and showered off, not wanting to leave her waiting for so long.

Henry then made up some freshly squeezed orange juice, his heart hammering hearing her soft giggles from the other room, her favourite boxset series playing while she cuddled Marly softly, the tiny little cat being held like a baby as Y/n talked to her like one.

“Mommy loves you so much, you’re so darn cuddly, rrgg” She groaned nuzzling her face into the snow like fur, her smile widening even more when her grumpy Lumberjack came into view with her own personalised pink cup full of orange juice. “L-look marmar, it’s daddy Henry, he loves you too, Dontcha Hen?” Y/n beamed holding up the small kitten to Henry who scowled, but that scowl quickly disappeared when he saw the bright smile on his girlfriend’s face, his big burly arms taking the tiny thing into his arms while his woman drank the delicious juice.

“I guess she is like a baby” Henry grumbled slipping in beside his shorter girlfriend, the tiny cat slowly falling asleep in his huge arms, contrasting the mean grump look on his face. “she’s our little baby Marly, Hen” Y/n giggled leaning up and kissing his cheek sweetly, wrapping her arms around his bicep before leaning her head on it, both of them watching her show for the rest of the Sunday morning.

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bluebirdsboi · 10 months

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He Won’t Have You | Marc Spector x Male Reader | 18+

Fandom: MCU

Genre: Hurt Comfort, Smut

Paring: Sub-Top!Marc Spector x Power Bottom!Male Reader

Warnings: Anal sex (Reader receiving), Blowjob (Reader receiving), Light teasing, Rimming (Reader receiving), Strong language, Unprotected sex

Word Count: 1,002

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!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

The crest of the night began to show with the moon above casting its pale light into the bedroom where you lay reading. Marc left as the evening had just begun to settle and you knew he wouldn’t be home until late into the night, so you kept yourself occupied with the time you had.

You were fairly engrossed with your book, the bedside lamp emitting its warm glow when the window opened letting in a cool draft. It was Marc, still clad in his Moon Knight suit, eyes glowing their signature shade of silver. “Someone’s home late.” Your tone was flat but still held an air of playfulness and sarcasm as you closed your book. “I know. Sorry honey.” Marc sighed as the bandaging around his body receded, planting a kiss on your forehead before walking into the bathroom to discard his clothes.

After exiting the bathroom in only his briefs, Marc sat on his side of the bed with a deep exhale. You could tell something was eating away at him, so you decided to walk to him. “Hey, what’s going on?” You carded your fingers through his curls as you stood in front of him. Marc could only lean into your chest as his arms made their way around your waist, prompting you to wrap your arms around him and place a kiss on the crown of his head.

After a few minutes of comforting silence, Marc lifted his head and you sat beside him, still keeping an arm around his shoulders. “It’s just,” Marc sighed and shook his head as his mind started racing. “When Konshu’s done with me, I... I don’t want him goin’ after you.” Marc looked into your eyes after he spoke with a look crossed between protective and desperation. “Oh, baby,” You placed a hand on his cheek, causing him to lean into it. “Hey, no matter what happens, I’ll always be right here beside you, and we’ll get through it together.” You reassured him before tenderly kissing his lips.

The passion began to slowly rise as Marc snaked his arms around your hips, slowly guiding you to the mattress while kissing you. While you were under him, his tongue made its way into your mouth to dance with yours. You were both left panting for air as Marc broke the kiss. “He won’t have you. I won’t let him.” Marc’s words were breathy as he spoke, making a vow to both you and himself. “Oh yeah?” A light smirk pulled at your lips as you hooked a finger around the dog tags that hung from his neck. Marc hummed a response that indirectly came through as a whimper before you pulled him into another heated kiss.

Marc’s lips eventually left yours and kissed their way down to your jawline, then your neck, to your chest and stomach before stopping above the waistband of your underwear. He looked into your eyes, silently asking for permission. “Go ahead.” With that, Marc’s fingers found themselves underneath your underwear, pulling them down to reveal your semi-hard cock. He placed more kisses on your inner thighs before licking the shaft of your dick to take it in his mouth. “Fuuuuck” You moaned out in ecstasy as Marc took all of you into the warmth of his mouth. Your hands placed themselves in Marc’s hair yet again as his head went up and down forcing you to lean your head back in pleasure.

Feeling yourself getting close to your limit, you lightly pulled Marc off of your cock by his hair, leaving him breathing heavily. “Good boy.” You breathily praised Marc as he made his way further down to your hole, lifting your legs over his broad shoulders in the process. He kissed the tight muscle before fully licking it, releasing moans as hums against your skin. “Oh fuck, just like that. Get me ready for you.” More moans fell from your mouth as Marc continued eating out your hole, slipping his tongue inside and licking your inner walls.

As soon as you both felt your hole was ready, Marc lifted himself to his knees, pulled your legs around his waist, aligned his hard dick with your hole, and pulled a deep moan from both of you as he slowly pushed inside you. “Oh my god baby.” Marc groaned into your ear as he bottomed out against your ass, leaning above you to rest from the overwhelming pleasure. “Does that feel good?” Your question elicited another whimper from Marc, so deep in euphoria that he couldn’t respond in another way.

After a few moments of regaining himself, Marc began to thrust inside you filling the room with the sounds of moans and his skin against yours. Your moans grew louder as his cock began hitting your sweet spot. “Fuck Marc, right there. Don’t stop.” You had to separate each phrase because of the intense waves of pleasure surging through your body.

Marc was close to his breaking point shown by his moans sounding increasingly closer to pleas for release. “Fuck, please honey I’m so close.” “Yeah? Me too, keep going, baby.” The need for relief became too much to bear as Marc continued and with a final thrust, you both shot your loads of warm, sticky cum, his inside your hole and yours on your torso. Marc almost collapsed, stopping himself with his arms just above you.

Both of you were a panting mess as you came down from your high, letting out a light chuckle as you gently placed a hand on his cheek. Marc placed a loving kiss on the base of your palm before resting his forehead against yours with a calm smile on his face. “I’m gonna go take another shower. And you’re coming with me.” A playful smirk adorned your face as Marc placed another loving kiss on your lips.

After getting up, Marc followed you to the bathroom knowing that you’ll never leave him and he won’t let Konshu come anywhere near you.

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hit-song-showdown · 1 year

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Year-End Poll #58: 2007

[Image description: a collage of photos of the 10 musicians and musical groups featured in this poll. In order from left to right, top to bottom: Beyoncé, Rihanna, Gwen Stefani, Fergie, T-Pain, Carrie Underwood, Plain White T's, Akon, Nelly Furtado, Fergie. End description]

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This poll highlights some interesting changes in the direction pop music was heading. By this point, it was clear that pop music was shifting towards a more electronic sound and specifically club music. Buy U a Drank by T-Pain is especially notable for this. Most obviously, T-Pain was one of the most successful adopters of Auto-Tune as a stylistic choice. I touched on the plugin briefly when discussing Cher's Believe, but with both that sound and most of T-Pain's discography, the vocal effect was used to give off a futuristic, almost robotic quality to the voice. But that didn't stop Auto-Tune (and T-Pain specifically) from being used as a punching bag for "untalented singing". In case it needs to be said, the exaggerated use of Auto-Tune on these songs were a stylistic choice. If you're using Auto-Tune to fix a bad vocal performance and it sounds like that, someone messed up. (Also T-Pain actually is a very talented vocalist).

I'm also bringing up this song for how it represents a subgenre of southern hip-hop that would become forever associated with the decade: snap music. While it has its stylistic origins in crunk, snap was recognizable for its simpler production and more laid-back sound. Popular snap songs from the time include Laffy Taffy, Crank That (Soulja Boy), and It's Goin' Down. While not on this poll, Crank That (Soulja Boy) is relevant for being one of the first examples of a song taking off online (as in, someone made the song and posted it online themselves). The song was first posted to SoundClick before expanding to a wider audience on MySpace.

This subgenre is more commonly remembered as "ringtone rap", for how this sound really worked with the audio processing technology capable of cellphones at the time. Like "bubblegum pop" in the past and "mumble rap" in the future, the term "ringtone rap" was often used in a derogatory sense.

But the simpler production techniques found on these tracks is also emblematic of how music production was starting to become much more accessible. Crank That (Soulja Boy) was created using a demo version of FL Studio, and the drum loop for Rihanna's Umbrella comes from Apple's GarageBand (specifically Vintage Funk Kit 03). Technology was allowing people to have easier access to both music production and audiences.

Also, this was the year this site was founded. Yay.

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shes-nott-me · 2 years

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Just going swimming

Warnings: smut (minors dni), face sitting, that’s like it

“ Where ya goin 'dressed like that, darling?” I hear my boyfriend ask from across the hotel room.

“Oh just to the pool.” I say, throwing sunscreen in my bag.

“With all that hangin’ out,” Elvis sucks his teeth, “I don’t think so, mama.”

“All what?” I say, egging him on. Elvis motions to my ass. I roll my eyes at his childishness. “All this.” I say, swaying my hips in the process.

“Goddamn” I hear him say under his breath, as I slowly bend over to pick over my sunglasses that I ‘dropped’.

Elvis picks me up. He wraps his large hands around my thighs, wrapping them around him; I could feel the warmth radiating off of him. Elvis placed me on the bed, he began to untie my top, electricity flowing through my veins, I was giddy at the thought of being with him. He grabbed at my hips, drawing me to his lap. He turns me to face him “Look at you.” He said eyeing me up and down; his eyes land on my thighs, the part of me that I was most insecure about as they were bigger than most girls, I instinctively reach for the comforter to cover them up. “No,” he says, moving my hand away from the blanket. “So, you mean to tell me, that everyone at the pool is allowed to see what’s mine, but I’m not.” he laughs as his hands lightly graze over my soft curves, briefly stopping just above my bikini bottom. Elvis presses his plump lips to mine, I relish in the feeling of his soft skin; he lightly bites my bottom lip, and pulls away. He sweeps my hair out of my face. I smile at him, breathless at the sight of his bottom lip in between his teeth. I lower my crotch onto Elvis’, the thin material of my swimsuit allows me to feel the hardness that his pants are covering; I moan softly at the sensation. I slowly begin to move my hips, the harsh material rubbing against my clit. I hear Elvis let out a low groan. He removes his shirt, he truly is a sight to behold. Elvis looks at me nervously, a blush evident on his cheeks. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to try.” I stare at him in anticipation. He moves me off his lap, moving further onto the bed, he motions for me to come closer; I comply, and crawl over to him. He slides my bottoms down my thighs and pulls me over his face. “Are you sure?” I question looking Elvis in the eyes, my soft. “ what if I suffocate you?” I continue Elvis nodded “I’m sure as long as you are, besides I can’t imagine a better way t’go.” Elvis paused. “So, are you?” I took a deep breath and nodded. He lowered my dripping core onto his lips. I feel my face heat up. He presses a kiss to my heat, It’s soft and passionate, the sensation euphoric as he flattens his tongue. “Nngh.” I let out a moan as he begins to suck on my clit. I feel Elvis knead my thighs, he slowly moves his hands up, and proceeds to massage my ass. Elvis plunges his tongue into my cunt. “E-Elvis.” I moan. I feel him groan under me, sending chills up my spine, giving me goosebumps “AH!”

The room is quickly filled with lewd sounds of Elvis’ slurps, and sounds of pleasure that fall from lips. I feel a knot begin to form in my stomach. He nibbles on my thighs, occasionally and sucks on my clit here and there, eliciting new sounds from me left and right. I feel the presence of Elvis’ hand hovering above my ass. “Mm”, the vibrations from his throat shoot through me, His hand collides with my ass, not as soft as I expected but not necessarily hard either, it felt nice, I wanted more, but I would never say it out loud.

Elvis lifted me off of him; I groan at the lack of stimulation. He slides back to the edge of the bed, pulling me with him. “God, I love you.” he kisses me. It was different than the first, it was just as passionate, but it was sloppier, if that even makes sense, and wet. I could taste myself, it caught me off guard, but it wasn’t bad per say. “I love you too.” we pull away breathless. Elvis looks me in the eyes, his eyes wander to my hips. I watch as he traces my silhouette with his eyes.

“Well, now that I’ve gotten that out of my system,” He pauses, to give my legs one more good once over. “You are free to swim,” He says, placing a Kiss on my lips.

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impalanna · 1 year

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Title: You Found Me

Second Chapter

Warnings: Smut. Lots and lots of smut. Sex gifs. Cussing.

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I woke up to the sound of my alarm, set every morning for 7 am. I really need to turn that thing off, I don’t have to work my shit job anymore.

“Sweetheart, what’s - what’s goin’ on?” Dean rubs his eyes and looks at me, squinting from just waking up. He has the most confused, adorable look on his face and it makes me look at him and giggle. “You’re so cute, Dean.”

The sight in front of me was so gorgeous. I’ve been wanting this for a long time. You have no idea how much I have missed the man in front of me.

“Yeah, I missed you too.” He looks up at me with a guilty gaze. “I didn’t want to leave you.” He looks down at the part of the bed I was sleeping in.

Noticing the look on his face, I sit down in the spot he’s laying in and I tilt his jaw gently to face me. “You did what you had to. You’re here now and that’s what matters.” I kiss him slowly, my hands cupping his jaw.

“No, I mean I had no choice. I wouldn’t leave you, ever.” He had a look on his face, anger mixed with pain. “I- I just didn’t have a choice.”

“Tell me what happened.” I know he wouldn’t just leave, and I’ve been thinking about that since he picked me up from that dumb ass job. “I know you didn’t want to leave, so what made you?” This isn’t anger, it’s worry.

“I can’t talk about that right now.” His face was stern.

I leaned into him. I kissed him, then I whispered in his ear. “When you can, I’ll be here. I’m here now.”

Dean backed away to look at me. “Damn right you are.”

The look on his face was intense. His eyes were so green. His eyes always did that whenever he wanted to have sex with me. He didn’t take his eyes off me, he knew that I knew what he wanted.

“Dean, it’s been a while since I’ve done it.” I felt so stupid saying this to him. It made me feel so pathetic saying it out loud.

“How long, sweetheart?”

“Since, the night before you left. The sex we had that night. I haven’t done it with anyone else.” My cheeks were so red, I knew they were. I had to look like an idiot standing in front of him saying all this.

“What? Since, that was -“

“A long time ago, I know.” I finished his sentence.

“Sweetheart, that’s, that’s amazing.” He had a look on his face I’ve never seen before. He leaned in and kissed me gently, ending the kiss by biting my bottom lip. “You’re amazing.”

“Dean, I love you.” I couldn’t help it, it flew out of my mouth. I meant every word of it, but I know how he is with this kind of thing so I’ve never told him until now. It feels good and scary all at the same time, telling him.

“I know you do, sweetheart.” He kissed me again.

Dean crawls on top of me, I can feel his boner against my body. I couldn’t help but moan when I felt him on me like that. He whispers in my ear, “baby, I love it when you moan for me.” He grinds against my leg. “I wanna feel you.”

“Dean, please.” I begged him. I couldn’t help it.

Dean moved his hips at the sound of my voice, letting me feel how hard he is.

“Please, please Dean, I need it.” Dean smirked down at me. You want more, baby?” His voice is like honey.

“Yes, Dean please. Please fuck me. I need it so b -“ and the door slammed open. It was Sam.

I heard a low “fuck” in my right ear.

“Uh, damn - Wait, is that -?” Sam was so surprised.

“Hey, Sam.” Fuck. I did miss him too, but fuck. He always did have horrible timing.

“I’ll go, sorry -“ I can’t kick him out of his own room.

“You’re okay.” Dean gave me a stare that would kill me if it could. I bit my lip looking down at his red chest, sitting in my own wet.

“O -okay.” He looked so embarrassed.

“Sorry, Sammy.” Dean sounded so pissed.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper into Dean’s ear.

Sam walks into the bathroom to get ready for bed. I immediately get on top of Dean. I slide myself onto his hard and throbbing cock. His hands are on my hips, grabbing me hard, looking into my eyes like I cooked him a whole ass meal.

“Damn, your pussy is so tight. You feel so good.” His voice was shaky and on edge. I knew he was about to cum, so I slowed down and I rolled my hips, grabbing my boobs in front of him. “Dean, I’ve been needing this.”

I feel his nails dig into my sides. “Fuck, I missed this.”

I bite my lip when he says that. Something about him cussing during sex, it’s so hot. I roll my nipples between my fingers, moaning Dean’s name so loud I know Sam heard me, but I didn’t give a fuck.

“I’m about to cum.” I could feel it. I leaned down and I sucked on his neck. Whenever I knew he was about to explode in me, I leaned up so I could look at him. He squeezed my ass as I rolled my hips.

“Fuck, fuck” he is so so close. I am, too. But I always like to wait and cum with him. I can feel his skin on my clit, getting me closer and closer. I feel the grip on my ass tighten as hot juices fill me. “Dean, don’t stop I’m coming - DEAN!” I scream his name as I clench around him. My hips are rolling, and I slow down, my body almost twitching as I finish on him.

“That, that was beautiful.” Deans voice was breathy, his chest and neck covered in sweat. “You are beautiful.”

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mothguillotine · 6 months

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VI.

The next morning, you woke up in your tent with both Gracie and Adi snuggled into you, Jesse had opted to sleep on the other side of the tent. While the ground may not be the most comfortable thing to sleep on, it felt like you had slept for years. Never had you been so exhausted that you passed out on the most uncomfortable thing around.

You wanted to lay here forever just enjoying being alive with the people you cared most about, but you knew you would feel guilty for sleeping while other people were up doing work. After (carefully) moving the girls from you, you got up for the day. Quickly changing into your *now* clean clothes, feeling more like yourself than you had in a while, you left the tent to find someone to help. The first person you spot is Dale. He is sitting atop the RV watching the property.

You decide to see if Dale needs any help or a bathroom break. He notices you right away when you begin to climb up the ladder. The RV shaking just slightly under the added weight on top of it.

“Good morning. I was begging to wonder if we would need to get Hershel for you.” he says, smiling brightly at you.

“No, I think I just needed some sleep after donating that much blood to Carl.” you told him, reflecting his smile right back. “Do you need anything? I was just coming to check.”

“Yeah I could use the bathroom.” He said standing up, he goes to hand the gun to you but stops suddenly. “Do you know how to shoot?”

“Yes. I know how to shoot.” you tell him with humor laced in your voice. And that's how you get stuck on guard duty for the next hour. You had waited for Dale awhile until a commotion from the other side of the farm drew your attention. It had also drawn Daryl's attention. He was preparing to leave the farm to search the woods for Sophia. Before he had left he wanted to check what the fuse was.

Daryl had initially climbed up the RV to get a better perspective of the issue when he found you. He was expecting Dale seeing as how this was his RV but was surprised to find you. Last night after your conversation Daryl got in his own head about the situation. Seeing you after you had cleaned yourself up, when you were wearing that stupid dress, something had clicked in his head. He realized that he found you attractive, but more than that he liked you.

That had kept him up nearly all night. The feelings he had felt were not new to him by any means. He had been out on dates when he was younger. Most of the dates though were with girls who didn't really care for him. Most of them had been with him to spite their parents or they had known his brother was a drug dealer and wanted free shit. He had never had a real relationship before much less the feelings of liking someone, at least since he had been a kid.

All his emotions about you were confusing, it made him uncomfortable. When he saw you through the uncomfort went away, replaced with something else. Something that he couldn't quite define. He had noticed that you had your clothes on again rather than the dress you had borrowed.

“Mornin’.” he said to you gruffly.

“Good morning.” you say back smiling as you do. This catches him off guard.

“What’s goin on?” he asks you.

“I have no idea.” you told him. The group of people were all gathered around the well looking down at the bottom.

“I was just about to go out to look for Sophia.” he tells you.

“Okay, I’ll tell them.” you say to him, but he doesn’t move. He just stands there looking at you. “Is there something else?”

“Nah.”

A half-hour later Dale finally returns to relieve you of your position. Adi and Gracie had just gotten up with Jesse. They all made their way to the kitchen area to get food. You joined them a little after. The day continued after that with more people searching for Sophia and Glenn leaving with Maggie on a run to the pharmacy in town.

At midday you and the girls were seated under a big oak tree that was on the property. Gracie sitting in your lap while Adi sat directly next to you. For the past quarter of an hour you had been reading to them from The Wizard of Oz. You had asked Beth if there were any kids books and she had given you this.

“When she had gone several miles, she thought she would stop to rest. She climbed to the top of the fence beside the roa-'' you were interrupted by Adi tugging on your sleeve pointing at Gracie. She had dozed off while you were reading aloud. “We can read more later.” So you sat with Gracie asleep in your lap and your back against the tree.

“Can I ask you somethin?” Adi asked you suddenly in a quiet voice.

“Of course.”

“What happened to my mom and dad?”

You knew this was coming. A small part of you had wanted to put it off as long as you could, not wanting to break her tiny heart into pieces. For most of the students you had no idea if they were dead or alive but much less their parents. In your mind you wanted to believe in the best outcome possible. All of the kids alive and happy with their parents, safe. Unfortunately you had known about Adi's parents' outcome in the world. Before leaving the preschool you had been assisting as you had seen them. They still looked like how they had before.

Adi’s mom had tight curls that surrounded her head and she was always wearing her pantsuit after coming from her job in the city to pick her daughter up. You had only seen Adis dad a handful of times. He was a veterinarian around where they had lived and very rarely dropped off or picked up Adi. They were both amazing parents though. You could see it with how much love Adi had for everything and everyone around her. But when you were running to your car with Adi securely in your arms you had seen their car pulled up to the front of the building. With two walkers inside. And when you look into her eyes you couldn’t help but say what you said next.

“I don't know what happened to them.”

You felt bad about lying to her like this but she was too young you had rationalized. The worst part about it though was the fact she believed you instantly.

A few hours later you were helping prepare dinner for everyone with Lori. You are carefully roasting the possum and squirrels that Daryl had caught while he was gone. The squirrels nearly done but the possum needing a while longer before being ready to eat. You see Jesse disappear into the horse barn you decided to follow him, but not before telling Lori that you were leaving and when to stop cooking the catches.

You find him in an empty stall looking angry. He turns his head up to look at you. That's when you realize what this was about. He wasn't just angry, he was sad. You lower yourself down to the ground crossing your legs and facing him.

“This is all your fault.” he tells you. “If you would have never left we wouldn't be here.”

“Jesse-” you start but get interrupted.

“NO! You left. You left me and Gracie with mom and dad. It just got worse after you left, they fought more. They sent us here!” he yells at you and when you look into his eyes you realize that he is crying. “If we never left I could have saved her!”

At the beginning of summer you had gotten your own apartment finally having enough money to not have a roommate when your dad had called you. They were getting divorced. Jesse and Gracie needed somewhere stable to stay for a few months and your parents had connected you. A few weeks later you picked them up from the airport and then it was history. For the past few years you had been in low contact with your parents. This was the first time you heard from them since.

Two months later when the world had ended you were still in charge of them along with Adi. Jesse at first had wanted to leave right away when reports started coming out about the undead. You had decided against it, saying that you thought up north would be hit way harder. What you hadn't known then was that Jesse had someone waiting for him back home. Elana was a year younger than Jesse but was extremely smart. She had moved to his school in the beginning of their sophomore year and had become friends. Later they began dating, Jesse had fallen in love with her quickly.

“Jesse, stop.” you tell him, he starts crying then. “It's not your fault, it's not anyone's fault what happened. No one knew that the world was going to end.”

He continues crying and you pull him into your arms comforting him through his tears.

“I’m sorry,” he tells you, “for being such a dick and for yelling at you.”

“It’s okay,” you tell him, “I love you, nothing will ever change that.”

After sitting for a while you both decide to get up and go to dinner. The squirrel and possum smelling suspiciously good. When you sit down you are greeted by everyone save for Carol and Daryl. After eating you set off to find him. When you approach his camp area you see him sitting by his fire.

“Missed you at dinner.” you said to him once you are close enough to him. He scoffs in response. “It’s true, it would be nice to share dinner with the person who caught it.”

“Im’ good here.” he tells you.

“Well you don't have to be.”

Which is why you end up staying by his fire for a while just talking back and forth, well you did most of the talking he would just add in things here and there.

“No I really did!” you tell him, “I passed out in front of everyone and had to go home for the day.”

“Yeah?” he says obviously amused.

“Really, I had never given blood before and didn’t know you were supposed to eat beforehand.” you told him laughing. He joined in after a minute. “But I had to call my mom to come and pick me up and she was so pissed off. She banned me from giving blood ever again because I wanted to get out of a math test. What about you?”

“What about me?” he asked you.

“I don't know, like an embarrassing story or something.” you told him.

He begins telling you about how when he was younger he got lost in the woods and had to find his way back all by himself. While you smiled at him telling the story you couldn't help but feel sad that no one helped look for him when he was younger. But it made you realize why he cared so much about what happened to Sophia.

“I accidently used poison ivy to go to the bathroom.” he tells you.

“No.” you say in disbelief.

After Daryl finishes his story you continue to go back and forth sharing stupid shit that had happened to you or that you did. You tell him a story about how you believe that little elves used to change the colors on the traffic lights and he tells you that he thought that too. He says that he swore he saw a chupacabra once and when he searches your face for amusement at him he finds nothing. You tell him that once you swore you saw bigfoot at the camp one night.

When you decide to turn in for the night you can't help but feel sad that your night with him is over. This makes you realize that your feelings are way stronger than you had initially thought. And when he says he will walk you back to your tent to make sure you get back fine you smile a bit to yourself.

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rosecoloreddesire · 2 years

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My Devil In Disguise, pt. 3

Surprises of Grandeur; Chapter 3

Austin! Elvis x OC, Elvis x OC

Summary: Annalise Snow is a girl that Hank Snow raised to be a good all American girl that all the other girls would want to be. Well when a boy that comes from the same Memphis Annalise missed...it turns out she's a little more wild then she thought. Will she travel to the ends of the Earth with a boy she just met? Or will she be left in the dust?

Chapter 4 here!

Warnings: swearing, yelling, steamy chapter, 50′s racial standards in music, Colonel Tom Parker, proofread 80 times and still not sure it makes sense.

Notes: Hi 'yall! Sorry this chapter took so long to come out! I have the source here that I used for this chapter :) I hope that the next chapter will be a bit faster haha! If anything doesn’t fully make sense right now it will be elaborated on in the chapter 4! Thanks again for all the support, lovies! Chapter 1 here!

“I’m gonna have to tell you, Darlin’. My shirt looks so much better on your body…” Elvis’ words trail off as he stared at Annalise’s body wearing his dark blue shirt. He traced the buttons on the shirt as he stalked closer to her.

“E-Elvis, I’m sorry I just didn’t. I didn’t think-“ Annalise stuttered as Elvis locked the door. His arms wrapping around her waist as her body shivered against him. Annalise felt foreign in her own body as she gazed at Elvis in the dark room. Lit only by the pale full moon behind his curtains. Elvis looked like he was staring down his prey and god did it make Annalise’s skin blaze with heat.

“I won’t do anything, baby. Just please let me kiss you again. God damn,” He sat next to her on the bed as he lead her to him. He searched her eyes for any sign of discomfort,” You are stunnin’, little mama.” His large hand slipped through her hair and pulled it gently back. His control seemed to leave his body the minute a small whimper left her lips. Their lips collided as Elvis gripped her body firmly. Like she wasn’t already pressed up against his heated body as close as it possibly could be. His lips were passionate and commanding as Annalise struggled to catch up. Annalise had just had her very first kiss with Elvis just a couple hours ago and here she was being pawed at like she was a life saving cure. A cure to the burning desire in Elvis’ system. He all but growled into her mouth. His grip on her hips almost bruising. She pushed him away slightly.

“E-Elvis, relax. I’m n-not goin’ nowhere. You’re kissin’ me like a rabid animal,” Elvis pulled back, blush evident as he shyly chuckled. Annalise laid as Elvis panted on top of her, ”Not that I h-hate it or nothin’.” He laughed and lifted his hand from behind her head. His finger tracing her lips softly as she giggled, breathlessly.

“God damn, baby. I-I couldn’t hold myself back . Shit,” He leant down and kissed her softly even though his body was telling him to completely ravage the angel beneath him. He closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath, "You really are a devil in disguise, Annalise Snow. Lord knows what you done to me.” His breath was heavy as he explained. Annalise grinned, a teasing lilt as she spoke.

“Well, Mister Presley, I would never! You know my daddy always said I was a gift from the lord? That my voice was heaven sent itself?” Elvis seemed to ogle her as she spoke. Her hair was all around his pillow like a halo around her head. Her cheeks were flushed and her doe eyes were wide and wild. Her lips were red and glossy from his lips...god she was created by the Devil himself...

“Darlin’, you know it’s not nice to lie. Lord, you look,” He trailed off as he stole a kiss once more. His lips over took hers, even greedier than the last one. He was scared that if he let her go and stopped holding her body so close to his...she would be gone in an instant. That he’d open his eyes and she’d be back with her daddy in Louisiana. He groaned as he felt her tongue swipe against his bottom lip,” Damnit I gotta stop myself-” She wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and held him close as she whispered.

“What’s wrong with a little kissin’, Mister Presley? You give me a fever when you kiss me..” She sang the last part as she pulled Elvis down towards her. He bit his lip, stifling another groan. He felt like he was going to explode if he didn’t kiss her again. She slipped her hand up behind his head curling her finger around a lock of his raven hair.

“H-Hey, doll. We should go to bed. I-I’ve got some surprises for you this week,” She continued to stare up at him, just listening but hell she looked so good,” Annalise, baby, lemme speak. Screw it-” He inhales and crashes his lips onto hers. She whimpers into his mouth as his tongue delves into hers. He pulls away to pepper kisses on her neck. His teeth scrape against the sensitive part of her neck and she lets out a soft broken moan. Elvis finds it in himself to pull away for the final time to look at the state of Annalise. She looked even more like a goddess lying on his bed, moaning.

“E-Elvis,” her chest heaved as she tried to catch up on her breathing,” I think I’m-”

“Elvis, I know it’s late but I was hopin’ you’d let me talk to Miss Snow before we show her Graceland tomorrow. I still wanna be her-” Annalise’s wild night is interrupted by her best friends dad...again. His knock louder than the last. Elvis seems to not even register the Colonel as he continued to trail his kisses to the top of her shirt. His head clouded with just Annalise and only her as he unbuttoned the top button. Elvis took a deep breath. He held a finger to her lips and smirked. He pulled his covers over her as he stood up.

“Hey, Colonel. She’s asleep right now. I’ll talk to you in the morning.” His southern drawl sounding deeper than usual. It looked like Mr. Parker was trying to get in the room. She could feel herself getting nervous. Talk about what? He shut the door and laid next to Annalise.

“What did he mean Graceland? What,” Elvis grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer to his body. He closed his eyes as she huffed,” Elvis, you know how I feel about surprises and when you’re lyin’. C’mon you can just tell me these things, Elvis. I know you ain’t sleepin’!” She cuddled into his chest as he kept his eyes closed. She sighed and left a kiss on his neck, making Elvis shiver in the process.

“I’m takin’ you to see it in the mornin’, baby. No need to huff and puff. I’m takin’ you extra early now ‘cause you can’t keep your lips to yourself, sweetheart.” His voice becoming veiled with sleep. She giggled and snuggled into his arms, closing her eyes as well. Graceland? What the hell could that be?

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“You’re kiddin’! Elvis...a pink Cadillac?! I thought you were savin’ that money for a house! O-Or a place in Hollywood like you always wanted!” Annalise was surprised to say the least. She ran her hand along the interior of the car as Elvis drove them to the next surprise. She’d only seen celebrities driving these. What kind of money did Elvis have? She knew Elvis’ albums were selling like hot cakes but not this quickly.

“H-Hey don’t be yellin’ at me yet, darlin’. I know what I’m doin’ and Colonel has been helpin’ me too.” He smiled at her skeptical gaze. He grasped her hand as they made a turn. Annalise’s stomach churned as they came upon what could be called a castle. Boxes and cars littered the front lawn. People coming in and out of the front door like clockwork.

“Elvis Aaron Presley! You bought a house?! It’s enormous! Oh my god I-” She's interrupted by seeing her own clothes in boxes and Vernon taking them into the house. She turned slowly and met his nervous stare.

“I-I knew you’d worry too much about it if I told you I bought all this. I-I wanna take care of my family. That includes you too...i-if you wanna go steady with me, of course.” Annalise felt her jaw drop she never thought she’d be kissing Elvis let alone even living her life with him. She was in awe...she would’ve thought her daddy would’ve tracked her down and taken her home by now but here she was...Elvis Presley’s girlfriend.

“Y-You sure? I-I don’t want your image to go sour if we ever get found out, Elvis. I-I can’t thank you enough for makin’ a girl feel special but-” A kiss cuts her rambling. She squeaks softly into his mouth as he chuckles. He slips a hand behind her head and pulls her closer.

“I’m so sure ‘bout you, Snow. I honestly think I’d ruin your image if we got found out.” She cocked her head to the side in confusion as he laughed,” You are Hank Snow’s Conservative Lass! You just recorded a song about kissin’ that I sang. Lord, if the press don’t think I’m deflowerin’ your image? They are lackin’.” He placed a quick kiss on her lips and gets out of the car.

“Oh Annalise! Let me show you how gorgeous this place is! I can’t believe this is the roof over our heads now! I-I told Elvis it was too much! ” Gladys took Annalise’s hands and lead her into the front door as Vernon continued picking up boxes. As they made their way into the main foyer, Annalise stopped herself.

“M-Mrs. Presley what is all that?” Her hand became clammy and she didn’t know if Gladys could feel it as the older woman’s grip tightened. There stood Tom Parker and piles and piles of things with Elvis’ face on them.

“I call it Merchandise! Your face on every conceivable object! Including teddy bears, perfume, busts-”

“Of questionable likeness.” Vernon chuckles.

“An Elvis Presley Game,” He waved the game in Annalise's face as he smiled,” Something so everyone can show their love.” He placed the ‘I LIKE ELVIS’ button in her hand and winked. A violent chill ran through her body. He knew.

“I Hate Elvis.” Gladys was still holding Annalise’s hand and she turned

“Yes, I Hate Elvis. What is hate worth if it’s free?”

“The Snowman strikes again!”

“W-Why is there makeup with my face on it? Berets with A’s on ‘em? A-And a doll of both of us?” Annalise picked up the items in horror. She looked at Elvis in shock as he sat down next to his dad.

“I like the idea, Annalise. What’s wrong?” Her jaw all but dropped at his nonchalant tone.

“I don’t know if you remember Elvis but Mr. Parker made you break up with Dixie over these fans! What happens when I’m selling under Elvis Presley Enterprises,” Annalise picks up a pillow that says ‘Fever Through the Night’ with a picture of her and Elvis’ faces on it,” I-I don’t think I can do this. This is too much, y’all.” She looked to Gladys for support and she placed a hand on her back nodding. To say Annalise was terrified was a huge understatement. Elvis let out a sigh and looked to Colonel.

“W-Wait Elvis Presley Enterprises? I was supposed to sign you under me as your manager? I see no updates in our papers, Miss Snow?” The older gentleman wrung his hands together almost nervous. Who could let this second biggest star roll past him? Not when he could make twice the money!

“I-I made a choice. Y’all could use my likeness and I could still perform a-and record with Elvis. However,” she took a big breath and closed her eyes,” I-I ain’t no big shot like Elvis Presley. A-And I wanted to go back to my roots, ya know? I asked B.B King.” The silence that followed was deafening. Annalise felt tense as she waited for the arguing to ensue.

“You and B.B will be unstoppable, baby! I can’t wait to see what y’all can do! M-Maybe B.B will finally be recognized for more than his skin color! When did y-“ Elvis stood up with only to be separated by a cane in between the two. The colonel looked furious as he took in Annalise’s shaking figure.

“Miss Snow, you can’t be managed by a colored singer? He’ll get you killed! At least under my management you-“ Annalise scoffed and turned around abruptly. Her anger rising to a level she couldn’t control.

“I don’t get it! Why can’t I? Just because of they skin they don’t get paid? They get their tour buses shot at? They get fed rotten god damn’ food! I can’t even go to a concert for any of his friends because their concerts? If I so much as look at them they can get arrested,” she starts to tear up and looks at Elvis instead of the Colonel,” Elvis, please be on my side for this!” Her tone wavered as she looked helplessly at the silent man.

“Keep your manager. No one gets to know and people assume I’m your manager, all right? Though I get a cut of your first few record royalties? Then you’ve got a deal, Miss Snow! Just know that that man will never see the amount of money you and Elvis will ever make!” Annalise agreed and just wanted to be as far as possible from Mr. Parker. Gladys lead her to what was Glady and Vernon’s bedroom. She could hear his bellowing laugh as she walked away.

“I-I don’t like that man, Annalise. I think what you’re doin’ is going to change the music industry as we know it! Just like my booby.” She wrapped her arms around the sobbing red head and shushed her. Her hand smoothing down the curls that laid frizzy on Annalise’s head. She rocked back and forth as Annalise continued to cry.

“I just want- I just,” she took a deep shaky breath,” I want them to know why Elvis does what he does. Why he sings those songs like no one else can! How music can bring us all together! I’m gettin’ tears all over you, Mrs. Presley! I’m sorry.” She starts to get up but Gladys pulls her back to her chest.

“Don’t apologize, sweet pea. This is your chance to shine. You are gonna do it brightly for me and for Elvis, right? You’re a part of the family now, ya hear me?“ Gladys chuckled as tears welled up in her eyes seeing the smile that graced Annalise’s tear stained face.

“Thank you, Mrs. Presley. I-I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.” She hugged the older woman right as they both rose to their feet.

“Now c’mon, sweet pea. We’ll get your room settled.” Annalise let Gladys take her hand again and she feels like she can breathe for a minute. Maybe she did make the right choice. Maybe being at Graceland was going to change all their lives for the better. Even if that Parker was involved.

“Get that damn pillow out of here, booby! You know Annalise didn’t like it earlier!” Gladys picks up the aforementioned pillow and throws it at her son. Her other hand still gripping Annalise’s. Annalise didn’t know why Gladys clung to her so much but she wouldn’t complain. It felt safe. The safest she’s felt really.

“I-I’m sorry. I just thought Anna looked real sweet in the picture. I didn’t mean to tease.” Elvis felt like it was two against one and he was correct.

“Now I’m gonna let her get her stuff unpacked and you let her. No funny business, Elvis.” She hugged Annalise and left the pair alone.

“Sometimes I think my mama loves you more than me. Lord, I don’t blame her though.” Annalise rolled her eyes pushing him back a little. He mocked being wounded and placed the back of his hand on his forehead. Annalise giggled and threw a bow from one of the many boxes at him.

“Hush now. I gotta unpack. I don’t wanna talk about today. I just wanna be happy for you buying this house.” Elvis sighed, slipping his hands around her waist. Her back facing towards him as she hides away from him. He smiled and felt at peace with her in his arms.

“Baby, I know what you’re doing. I support you. This is gonna change everything we stand for. Don’t listen to the colonel he’s not always right, ya know?“ He whispered into her neck and began to place soft kisses once again. Annalise smiled and leaned back into the taller man. His bright blue eyes gleaming with adoration.

“Elvis?”

“Yes, darlin’?”

“I love you.”

#elvis presley #elvis presley x reader #austin butler elvis #austin butler #austin butler x reader #elvis film #elvissmut #elvis #elvisfluff

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justafoxhound · 7 months

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Falloutober: 10. Terminal

From @falloutober 's 2023 prompt list.

Part 2 of my little extra content where my LW Talia managed to hire Jericho to escort her to Tenpenny Tower.

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“Fuckin’ Christ. He bled all over me!” Jericho swore over the body of the final raider who had tried to defend the supplies in the Super Duper Mart. “I’m goin’ to wash this off. I fuckin’ hate gettin’ up close. God damn blood, everywhere...”

Talia followed Jericho along the small corridor leading to what used to be the men’s bathroom. Instinctively she paused at the doorway, before remembering. She stepped in after him, cautiously. It was dingy, only one light in working order. The air stank of sweat and piss and god knew what else- it looked like people had been staying in there for long periods. There was a chair and table and even a mattress in the corner. The walls were damp and peeling, and stains of uncertain nature covered whatever an orange algae did not. Talia tried not to breathe more than necessary and made her body small, hoping to keep everything but the bottoms of her boots from making contact with anything.

“Missin’ your shiny vault, huh, princess?” Jericho flashed yellowed teeth at her from the sink, where he was already rinsing a slurry of blood off one arm.

Despite her outward discomfort, her heart was still racing, every colour and sound and smell was so intense. He wasn’t completely wrong, but all she could do was force out an awkward chuckle.

“Jesus Christ kid, relax. You ain’t gonna run on me already? I was just startin’ to enjoy myself.” His voice echoed harshly around the hard walls as he scrubbed water over his face. “I know that last cocksucker gave me some trouble but, that’s just it- this ain’t gonna be no picnic. You need to pull your weight too. You told me you killed people before, no?”

She started at his tone. “Uh, yeah. God- yeah, listen, I’m not lying--”

He cut her off. “Good. So don’t fuckin’ hesitate any more. You did good, just hurry it up next time, you got me?” He dried off on a rag that Talia didn’t study too closely. “Not that I need any help, but I ain’t here to do all the work. I could though. I still got it, yeah, I definitely still got it.” He chuckled to himself, voice rising again with, apparently, rediscovery of a great passion for violence.

“Oh, I believe it,” Talia assured him. “It’s just, this is… new to me. Seriously, Jericho- that was amazing.”

She meant that. She was amazed. Vault security was nothing compared to the ferocity of what just passed. But the way he threw himself into the fight completely, like he felt no fear whatsoever. Damn, she nearly turned and ran when he screamed in pure, bloodthirsty joy at first contact. His elation was terrifying. If Chief Hannon had been a bully just waiting for an excuse to use his baton, Jericho was the attack dog, loose- and possibly rabid. This was a man who lived for the action. When Talia was standing over the expired Overseer, she felt something, but on the downturn. All the rage had built up and burst and left her exhausted. This fight had completely rejuvenated the tired, if still intimidating old man she had hired back in Megaton.

“Yeah… I feel amazing!” Jericho exclaimed, startling Talia back to the present moment.

Then she remembered. “Shit- we came here for the pharmacy.”

He blinked in momentary realisation too. “Oh yeah, right. It’s probably at the back of the store. Come on.”

He led the way back to the main shop floor where they skirted the ends of the aisles, moving carefully between each in case anyone else was lying in wait. Talia watched their rear and tried not to feel too useless. They reached the dispensary and hopped the counter, beginning their search at opposite ends of the room.

“What am I lookin’ for again?” he called.

“There are a few compounds that work. If I hear the name or see them I’ll recognise them. I can’t remember off the top of my head, sorry.”

Jericho pulled a bottle out of a pile and peered at the label from an arm’s length away. “Clow-rah...fuxia...hi- Fuck it, I’ll just grab everything and you can read ‘em.”

“Sure... Whoa.” Talia stared into a cupboard clearly used as a stash for the raiders’ favourite things. She checked a few bottles for an unbroken seal and pulled out a whisky.

“Hey! I called that,” Jericho growled, motioning for the bottle and moving heavily toward her.

Talia stepped back and gestured at the stash. “Help yourself.”

His eyes lit up, and she breathed in relief not to be the object of his attention once more. She opened her bottle and sniffed it cautiously before deciding, after the day she’d had, she wasn’t so worried about the age of alcohol. She noticed her hands were shaking, though she didn’t feel particularly scared. More like: sharp.

“Hey, the vault asshole is drinkin’ from the dirt, look at that.” With a bottle under one arm Jericho lit a cigarette from one of the many packs he had lifted out of the stash.

Talia suppressed a grimace as she swallowed a generous gulp of spirit. “You know, you don’t have to call me an asshole,” she offered quietly, remaining several paces away.

Jericho fixed her with a frankly frightening look. “I can call you whatever I want. What are you gonna do about it?”

Nothing. She said nothing, but couldn’t keep the glare out of her eyes.

He broke into rough, brief laughter, setting Talia on edge given her already heightened nerves. “You’re not so bad, kid. For a vault asshole doctor’s kid, I mean.” He broke into a coughing fit, but persevered with his smoke, smothering a moment of visible discomfort with a fresh scowl.

She watched a few moments as he collected himself. “You can call him an asshole. Hey, I don’t think those are gonna make things any better.” She nodded at the cigarette in his hand.

“No shit,” he snorted. “You notice there’s a lot o’ things that might kill ya faster than a smoke?” He gestured to the world in general.

“...No shit,” Talia agreed. She turned back to the cupboard and fished out a pack of her own. (She may have been laughing with the guy but no way was she going to try asking him to give away one of his vices). “Could I, um, could I use your light?”

He cackled again, holding out his lighter. Just as her fingers were about to grasp it he pulled it away in a playful manner, chuckling at her startled, almost unnerved reaction. “Yeah, you’re alright, kid. Relax though, would ya?”

She lit up, keeping him in sight. “I just... I’m amped,” she explained, hoping it covered for how nervous he made her.

“Me too, kid. This is fuckin’ livin’. Damn I spent so long doin’ bullshit for that cocksucker Moriarty, in that fuckin’ hole soakin’ up all that radiation. It’s probably that shit that’s got me. If I’d stayed out here I bet I’d be fine. I mean look at me!” He growled his last words and almost danced over to the other side of the room, ignorant of what he’d just said.

Talia had offered her knowledge of what drugs could help a variety of nasty coughs in order to get him on side; to be useful; to keep him around long enough to make it to Tenpenny Tower alive. She’d seen her dad treat infections many times. Not complicated if the right stuff could be found. But other illnesses, more serious illnesses, even terminal- she didn’t know of anything that could be scavenged from a bombed out grocery store that would help someone in any way more meaningful than, say, finding a major stash of good booze and tobacco in the nuclear wasteland they called home.

She continued her search of the pharmacy and grouped together every medicinal drug she recognised. There was no telling what she might need in the near future, after all. “Jericho,” she called out, tossing him a bottle that ought to help someone with a persistent infection.

“Thanks kid. Regular vault angel ain’t ya?”

Somehow that was worse than being called an asshole. She didn’t want to appear soft. She didn’t want to know how he got his value from someone he deemed soft. “I just wanna make sure you can make it all the way to the tower, like I paid for. Or I’ll have my money back,” she shrugged.

He roared at that, succumbed to another coughing fit, though short. “Over my dead body,” he croaked. “No vault asshole is takin’ from me. Let’s go, then. Sooner we get there the sooner you can pay me- again.” He rustled her bag of caps tauntingly and cackled to himself, heading off to collect ammunition from the bodies.

Talia smoked every last speck of her cigarette. She wondered if he’d keep his eyes on the prize, or if he’d be distracted by every chance of a fight. Well, at least he could fight. And he got royally pissed if she did anything stupid, so if wasn’t like he had a death wish. If he was sick- really sick- maybe he just wanted one last adventure. Maybe he wanted to see Moriarty go up in flames from a proper town inhabited by the likes of Mr. Burke. She wondered if he would really want his second payment... Of course he will, dummy. She may have to watch him drink away every cap she was owed… But at least she would be watching from that same proper town. You just have to take it one ‘are you kidding me’ at a time, she thought.

She bagged up the meds and chose to roll with it. Her foreseeable future could be in worse hands.

#falloutober 2023 #falloutober #falloutober2023 #fallout 3 #oc: talia #no love for megaton here sorry

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ceejaykayess · 9 months

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The long awaited sequel! Super-cute Cyber-girl AI-Ball Ene, at your service! I kid, I kid, I know no one saw the last post, because it didn’t get posted under the tag for some reason… ah well, second try’s the charm.

After hearing that next year’s Dazecon would be our last, it sorta kicked my ass into gear to get some more of these Kagepro ideas off my chest and onto paper. So, Ene, our deuteragonist to our beloved protagonist (derogatory).

I had a lot of thoughts ever since the first picture on how I wanted to draw Ene’s cyber form. Given Aiba and Tama’s designs, we have something of a base to work off of, but we need at least one more game for me to confidently declare what is and isn’t a pattern. What we can easily tell, at least, is that AI-Balls have white hair and and dress in mostly black and white. And while Ene does do the latter, she… doesn’t do the former. Why? Well… maybe you can figure it out?

But in terms of her design, while I mostly stick to her regular design, the things I want to point out (because it might not be super obvious with my image quality) are the glowing strands in her hair, a blue one in her fringe, a red one in her left pigtail, and a white one in her left. I suppose you could call them remnants of what should have been… I also want to point out her outfit- it’s skin-tight from the neck to the waist, the skirt being a part of the bodysuit. The sleeves are, almost ironically, like Miku’s in that they’re detachable. And the most AI-Ball feature to her are the tech veins that compose her legs, as opposed to generally lacking them as in most Kagepro material.

I made Ene’s gel form a rabbit, in consideration of those mini-sketch comics I read yonks ago that drew Ene’s pigtails as being like hands for her since hers are in her sleeves always. Also, I thought it’d be funny if the first time Shintarou saw it, he’d consider renaming her to Tono in honour of his rabbit.

In case it’s hard to read, the shocked Ene in the top right is saying, “Master! MASTER! Oh no, he can’t hear me, he’s wearing his Raycon:tm: Earbuds, supremely comfortable for all your needs-” The little sketch in the bottom right, of Shintaro face down in bed and Ene in rabbit mode on his bedside table, reads, “Get the fuck up Master, we’re goin’ to the amusement park today!” “Ene, I’m dying…”

Here's a link to the first picture of Shintaro that never posted properly. And here's a link to the follow-up Yaki picture.

How long had she been wandering? She wasn’t really sure. Sure, if she looked at a calendar, or even just the UI on near anyone’s digital device, she’d see that it had been a year, more even. But that wasn’t really what she meant.

When she first opened her eyes, she had a purpose. She wasn’t wandering- she was seeking. She wasn’t on a Journey, she was on a Quest. She had to find them, had to know what happened to them, because if she were here, like this, then the others, then he had to be-

But though she had a Quest, she had to figure it out, her newfound capabilities, how to parse the sheer amount of information that tried to force its way around her, through her, tried to twist the information that made up herself-

And by the time she had come to a balance with her newfound self, body made of numbers and pixels instead of blood vessels and organ systems, what she had been seeking had become old news, hearsay that was washed under the waves of time and new information and new tragedies and new things for people to talk about. The longer it took, the deeper the information was buried, and the deeper it was buried, the longer it would take for her to come and go.

But eventually, after months and months, 8 months and 17 days and 9 hours and 21 minutes and 2 seconds, 3 seconds, 4 seconds, she had bounced from Wiki article to Wiki article, dug through news archives, dragged herself through Towitter discussions and arguments dated around that August 15th, and a bit after, she had learned and pieced together thus: Three people were marked as dead. 14 people were injured, 9 of which being detained as members of the syndicate that caused the explosion. There was no mention of who died, or even of the state their bodies were in. There was no specific mention of their fourth, her annoying kouhai who was so bitter, who brought everyone down despite his brilliance, who everyone loved despite his acidic tongue and obvious disdain, who she hated because of how much it felt like she were looking at a mirror, her kouhai who was lying on the ground in a pool of his own blood, surrounded by rubble and mumbling things she could barely understand being in such a terrible state herself-

She felt herself lose it, the desperate, fickle hope she held in her oversized jumper, because what does it matter? For all intents and purposes, she was dead. As far as she was aware, as far as anyone was aware, her best friend was, too. Maybe even her kouhai. And her-

And-

That kind boy, the one that irritated her so, the one that she wanted to see every day, the one that made her feel this terrible, terrible way, he too is-

Gone. They’re all gone. So what’s the point? Her Quest was over. And she couldn’t even delete herself, backspace over the 1′s and 0′s that composed her new existence. She was too much of a coward to throw herself at a virus and let it have its way with her. She could just stay here until eventually this webpage rotted away, but the longer she stayed in proximity to this information, to this reminder, the more she felt like she needed to expel the non-existent contents of her non-existent stomach. So she ran. She left. She tried to separate herself from her name, from the life that could no longer be hers, that simply was no longer.

She wandered.

How long had she been wandering?

…

Long enough that she felt nostalgic, at least. Long enough that she’s actually contemplating her current course of action, long enough that she’s following through on that course even as she contemplates the wisdom.

Her current location, digitally, was in the mainframe of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department. Her destination was downstairs, 5 floors underground in fact. The Advanced Brain Investigation Squad. Her… former squad, to put it a way. She followed along the flow of data from the routers to the elevator, holding and holding and holding on to the connection as she sunk deeper and deeper and deeper until she felt like she might actually suffocate despite not needing air, before feeling the next router and leaping for it, bringing her all the way down to the abyss.

Taking in deep gasping breaths of nothing that still let her feel like a human, she looked around. The ABIS mainframe wasn’t anything special. Tunnelled far as hell away from anything else, sure, but nothing special. So much for the stupid old man and his so-called “professional coding skills”. Feh. She’s seen message boards with more interesting encryption.

Despite her trash-talking, she still looked around curious as she wandered deeper. Jumping from computer to computer, camera to camera, she saw how much the place had changed in the last year. Or rather, how little it didn’t. It was like she had never left. Eventually she came across a concrete room with a familiar sense of decoration that made her want to spit and laugh and scream and cry-

Which was immediately blown away when she looked down on the room’s occupants. There was, of course, the room’s owner and decorator, with his scruffy brown hair pulled into a messy ponytail, holding his iconic lab coat rather than wearing it, glasses askew and face looking as if he hadn’t slept or washed his face for days. His cybernetic eye, pupil the same as his remaining brown one, stared deep into the eyes of the person that had her stopping short, looking again, re-evaluating and readjusting, checking the feed and the system and refreshing everything, video and audio, again and again, just to make sure she wasn’t being deceived, that the person she was seeing was really who she thought he was.

“-is that understood, Shintaro?” “…I understand, old man.”

His voice was somehow more unbearable than usual, his face lacking its usual stern and uncaring look. It was loose, and flabby. Like he didn’t even care enough to pretend to not care. Instead of the red coat her best friend was so fond of, or even the black suit he was partial to, he stood in just a white shirt, arms bare. He was missing an eye, a scar covering the eyelid, one that made her think of a boy reluctantly in red, facedown in a puddle of the colour.

“Oi, I told you already, call me Boss, y’got it brat!?” “Mm.”

Barely acknowledging him, he turned away, making his way out of Boss’ Office, as the namesake would have you call it. Without thinking, she began to follow after him, but was stopped when she heard the old goat mutter something.

“Give me strength, Ayaka…”

Whispering the pained prayer, the man she always thought of as an unreliable lout that only ever got moving when he was being put under threat stood, donning his lab coat and fixing his glasses. Reaching into it, he withdrew a small sphere, chockful of electronic components- very similar to the one in his own eye, actually… or rather, based on it. He gave it a long look, and so did she. What was he planning…? Her musing was broken by his clenching of his fist and replacing the orb, muttering tomorrow as he moved out of the room- down the hallway and towards his lab. The opposite direction of Shintaro.

Shintaro.

Almost without thinking, she turned around, searching for the apathetic genius, that damn ikemen that couldn’t take a hint for the life of him. The hallway was lonely, and he was never very fast, so she caught him easily halfway towards the elevator. She hesitated. She had already seen more than she expected, more than she even wanted. She had expected the old man. Hell, maybe some part of her even expected to see reference to the others, pictures maybe. She hadn’t even gotten to look at their old workplaces, at her old work bench where she fiddled with her Evolver- she didn’t even know if her Evolver was still around.

But she hadn’t expected a man, no, a brat she thought was dead to be walking around with the living. She shouldn’t follow him. She wanted to check on her Evolver, see if Mr. Tateyama had improved on anything in the last year, see if the three of them are still remembered. She doesn’t even like Shintaro that much anyways, if he knew she was spying on him he’d just scold and scream at her like the ungrateful punk he is-

But even so, she follows him anyways. Jumps to the data in his phone, barren and new, clenched in his hand. She’s only doing this because the other two would have wanted her to. Not because she wants to.

And so, she watches as he rides the elevator, not once glancing at his phone. She watches as he hails a cab and asks for an address that, after a quick search, she finds is set in Tokyo, not Chiba. She watches as he sits silently through the whole ride, rudely ignoring his chauffeur’s attempts at conversation and instead looks with almost a sad look at the cityscape passing him by. She watches as he pays the driver, walks up to the rundown looking building, sighs, and opens the door. She watches as he nods at the tired 30-something reclining against a couch in the foyer, walking up the stairs until he comes up to a door. And she watches as he silently pulls out a key, opens the door, and skulks to his room. She can’t see anything else out of the narrow view the phone’s camera offers her, but it looks like he’s trying to be quiet. Could there… be someone else here?

And eventually, he enters a dark room. He makes for the bed in the corner, planting himself on the mattress, and looks down. In his hands, his phone, and thus she, face towards him. He looks into the screen, and for a moment she felt panic. Did he see her? What was she going to say? How does she explain it- anything? Would he even care? As she opened her mouth, prepared to speak through the microphone-

He slumped his shoulders, sighed, and closed his eyes. “Damn it,” he mumbled. He rubs his eyes, and places the phone down. Whatever he does next is a mystery, as the phone she’s in is can only see up and down, and half of that is unavailable to her on a flat surface. She feels out, and finds a computer to connect to. She shuffles over, and finds herself in a much roomier space. Taking care not to activate the screen, she peeks through the camera to see… him, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling. She stared at him for what must have been a reasonable time before turning away- she wasn’t going to get anything out of him, not like this, and not without announcing herself, which- she still hasn’t thought on whether she actually wanted to, let alone how. So, instead of being productive and thinking on it, she turns back to the files on his computer and, invasion of privacy be damned, went scrounging.

His internet history, nothing but 2channel, various forums she also used to browse, anime piracy websites, and the occasional risque website search. She held back on this occasion, she didn’t need to know. Yet. Around certain dates, he would even search up strange things like gift ideas or idol showing tickets. Weirdo.

Outside of his history, there’s his documents. A lot of deleted drafts, the occasional downloaded risque image (legs, huh? Is that why she had always…?), and a lot of editing software. A lot of editing software. What was all this…? She found unfinished music projects, which she wouldn’t dare listen to while he’s still here. Poems that trailed off, half-thought out lyrics written here and there. The occasional poorly drawn picture, and… photos. Lots and lots of photos. Some in a file labelled “Never forget.” Others labelled in a file called “Never forgive.” The former was full of pictures of… them. Shintaro, and her, and… and Ayano, and Haruka, their faces ones she hadn’t even realised she had begun to forget until this moment. Them in high school, their first meeting at the school festival, group projects and study groups, sleepovers and festival gatherings- their first day at ABIS, too. And, not just that. Pictures of Haruka drawing, of herself fiddling with the Evolver or a game she was practicing, Ayano hard at work on a test or humming while folding paper cranes- none of these were taken by Shintaro, she was certain, but he collected them all anyways. There were even more besides.

Some of a bright little girl with searing orange hair, the barest similarities to Shintaro in her face and the strongest in her eyes (he had mentioned a little sister, didn’t he?), others of that bright girl next to him and a woman that looked older than both but even more similar, even older ones of a young boy and girl that could only be those two standing hand in hand with that same woman and an older man. Pictures of a cute white rabbit (Tounou, wasn’t that her name?), of the old man, and of old and familiar places. Their school, that bridge, even the one game convention they all attended.

She… didn't know how she felt about it. Leaving that, she opened up the other file, and found… pictures of that place. As it was before the explosion, and as it was after. Documents detailing changes, listing occupants and suspects and those connected to the members they captured, pictures of them with friends and family, all connected together by a metaphorical red string in the document that centres around one simple question: Where are they?

She… really didn't know how she felt about it. He hadn't let go or moved on, he hadn't been wallowing- he was on just as much of a Quest as she had been. As she still could be. Closing the file, she looks through the camera at her kouhai's slumped form, thoughts running through her mind…

…

He left the building bright and early the next day, once again holding tightly onto the new phone. And once again, the two of them found themselves returning to their old workplace. She wasn't certain of what he was here for, but she could guess. As he made his way out of the elevator and towards the old man's so-called lab, the Psync Room, she felt even more certain of her prediction.

And eventually, standing in front of the jacketless boy, was the old goat she had once called teacher, looking just as rumpled as yesterday but at least clad in his lab coat. And in his hand, as expected, was the small orb filled to the brim with cybernetics. He began to explain what exactly was in his hand, an AI-Ball he called it (the shitty punster he is), and started rattling off features like different vision wavelengths, internet access, and most notably, an AI companion to keep him company.

This piqued her attention the most. Someone to stand by his side and help him out, to protect him as he tries to protect others. A partner… and one that can't die, by virtue of their existence being backed up on the so-called Wadjet System. To her, it sounded like…

An opportunity.

As the old man rambled on, she tried to feel out the AI-Ball. For such a supposedly high-tech piece of equipment, it felt rather… undefended, from threats such as her. Then again, she doubts anyone could've expected a sapient AI to be floating about. Or maybe they'll add some better antivirus later… hopefully. Pushing through some gaps in the firewall, she found herself in the core of the device. Looking this way and that, she tried to familiarize herself with her new housing. Looked like audio was here, here was video, here was… AR projection? And… a neural link, a gel formation, a shock response, and- a self-destruct??

Before she could really parse through all that (seriously, why so many abilities??), she found herself stumbling on… well, what she should have expected, really. An AI, young and unassuming. And asleep. It lacked an appearance in this digital world, merely a bundle of code vaguely shaped like a person. If she was going to do what she had to do, then she had to… get rid of it. There was no way she could hold control while the AI this body was made for was running around too, but… well, it felt a bit like murder to her. But that was silly, this wasn't a person, just an AI, with no life to speak of, and no memories either (she steadfastly ignored the stupid, stupid old man's remarks that the AI-Ball would grow alongside him to become his perfect partner).

She had to do it. She had to. For Shintaro. For Ayano. For Haruka. And maybe even a little bit for herself, too. She raised her hands and stepped toward the nameless AI, preparing to unravel the lines of code holding it together, preparing to scatter its 1's and 0's into the Cloud, preparing to deprive it of the chance to become its own person- and stopped. She- she couldn't. She just- she was callous but not cruel, the last year hadn't changed that. It had made her energetic in a way she never could consistently be in a body but tired in a way that was deeper than her bones, but it hadn't made her a murderer.

But still she had to- to do something. Maybe, maybe they could share, or-

"Well, go ahead and put her in, Shintaro."

And then suddenly the neural link was being opened and the AI was opening its eyes, slowly generating an appearance just from the barest hints of Shintaro's psyche, body becoming more defined, hair appearing and growing long, down to the waist, and-

She panicked. She reached out with her hand and pulled, binding and zipping the core of the AI down as she hurried, ignoring the voiceless cry as she reached out with her other hand, grabbing the neural link and-

Then she was twisting and writhing, her body being compressed and stretched out, information not native to her forcing its way in, connections to something beyond, a Mother that was not her mother, her form changing, blue becoming white and she could hear him, his thoughts, feel his sorrow, his confusion, his annoyance, his apathy, and she opens her mouth to scream-

And then it all faded away, assimilated with her, and she felt different, but she still felt like herself, and she opened her eyes and looked out through a single eye, taller than she had ever been (silently, an eye coloured #fa3c3e shifted to a hue constantly transitioning from #55edfe to #0e2652), and-

"I can… see. Thanks, old man."

"Oi! I already told you, call me Boss! Hell, I'll even accept you calling me by name, anything's better than old man!"

"Mm. So, what was that about an AI companion?"

"Eh? You can't hear her? Strange, maybe she's a bit shyer than I expected. Let me just-"

The old goat made motions towards the AI-Ball, and she quivered, she had to do something, else he'd see that she isn't meant to be here, but what could she- oh, duh!

"I-it's nothing to worry about! Sorry!"

"Eh?"

Her kouhai looked this way and that, scratching his head. He almost looked scared.

"Did… you hear something, old man?"

"…no? Oh, is that the AI-Ball?"

"Yep yep, that's me!" She tried to centre herself, she needed to land a good introduction so they don't suspect a thing. Briefly, her mind recalled a conversation she and her best friend had about this dense bastard, and decided to follow through in her unspoken plea. "Super cute cybergirl AI companion Ene, at your service, Ma-su-tah~"

Alright, maybe that was a bit much, but sue her! She was panicking, and needed to keep him off kilter!

"E-eh? Ene? Super cute?? Master??? Old man, what the hell kind of AI did you stick in my head!?"

The old goat raised his hands in defence. "Hey, I didn't do anything. The AI-Ball determines its personality based on what's best for you. Is there something you need to tell me, young man…?" He raised a brow mockingly, barely suppressing a gross smirk.

Her… guh, Master blushed red, shaking his head frantically. "N-no! And- and it's barely even been few minutes, how could she know what's best for me!?"

He shrugged. "That's just her opinion. Maybe you'll feel more comfortable with it in a few months."

"A few months!?" Her Master went bug-eyed. Pfft, if only she could see his face… "Hell no, get this thing outta me!"

"Aw, Master, that's so mean… sniff sniff… am I really so deplorable?" To try and strike it home, she used the AR projection feature, placing an image of her newly reformed cyberself before him, now detachable sleeves covering her face as she shakes and shivers. After all, this guy…

"Guh… f-fine."

Was an absolute pushover.

"Alright, that's great to hear brat! Now get out of here, I'm busy. I'll be seeing you here next week for you to resume your apprenticeship, so make sure to send me any emails if any issues pop up with her."

With his piece said, he turns back to the rows of computers, completely ignoring Shintaro. Her Master, still shaking off his flush, turns away and grumbles. As he stalks his way down to the elevator, Ene felt out his being, the rush of thoughts on her, on Kejirou, on the past, on the future, all blended together with his embarrassment, his frustration, his exhaustion- it was all rather dizzying to her. Maybe if she were truly an AI, designed for this sort of relationship, it wouldn't be so hard. Silently, she tried to mute the connection, grunting when she saw that wasn't an option.

As he entered the elevator, he slumped against the back wall, riding it up to the ground floor. He's silent, so she is too, not really sure what to do.

"Hey, Ene."

She jumps. That wasn't ever a thing she expected him to call her.

"Yes, Master?"

He winces, but shakes it off. He stands silent for one beat, two, three, and she almost thinks he's ignoring her before he continues.

"…let's get along."

Ene stared blankly. That was… probably the most polite he had ever treated her. She smacked her face- now wasn't the time. Make a good first impression. Even so, she couldn't help the way her voice softened a bit as she said her first genuine sentence as Ene instead of as the ghost of Takane Enomoto.

"…yeah. Let's get along… Master."

#ai the somnium files #kagerou project #art #ene #aitsf #Her centre stance is based on her pose in the Meka Trio's portion of the anime OP #Her face in the top right is based on a frame from the Summertime Record MV #This story got right the heck away from me it's way too long #I messed up and didn;t realise reblogs didn't count as posts that would appear in the tags in and of themselves #I should have because that explains why I never saw reblogs when I was scrolling through a tag's history rather than my feed but alas #Also I decided Fraying was dumb; this story just works on the Snakes

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slasher-male-wife · 2 years

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Could you do number eight with Lester Sinclair? Thank you.

MY FAVORITE BOY YES OF COURSE!!!!

Sorry I just have a strong love for the Sinclair brothers. Thank you for giving me this request. Anyway I hope you enjoy anon :)

Today was hot. And when you say hot you mean hot. You’re currently laying in bed without a top on and some loose shorts. The fan in the bedroom is on high and you’re sweating like a sinner in church. Lester doesn’t seem too bothered by the heat even though its 102 degrees outside. You never grew up around much heat, coming from the northern states. But when you left there for a better life you grew a bit used to the heat, but never to this heat. Lester walk into the bedroom and chuckles. “You ok there darlin? You look like you’re dead.”

“Lester this heat is too damn much. I’m gonna get a sunburn just sitting in here. I need anything to take me away from this.” Lester leans against the door frame and thinks for a moment.

“Ya like to swim?” He asks. You sit up and nod.

“Please say there a lake nearby.”

“There is and we’re goin swimmin. You better put on sunscreen I don’t want you gettin burnt.” He walk back out of the room and you rush to put on your bathing suit. Like Lester told you, you put on sunscreen and grabbed your sunglasses. You pack some towels and water and soon you’re off with Lester to the lake.

“How’d you find out about this place?” You ask.

“Bo took me here when I was younger. I spent a lot of summer days with my brothers out here in the lake. One of the few times Vincent took off his mask.” You nod and move closer to Lester. He smiles and puts a hand on your thigh. “I’m glad I get to share this with you darlin. You’re really the first partner I’ve ever had ya know?”

“Well I’m so glad I got to be at least one of them Lester.”

After a bit more driving you finally reach the lake. You excitedly jump out of the car and place your things on a picnic table nearby. You take off your shirt you used as a cover up and kick off your shoes. You run down the dock and jump in the water. You’re soon surrounded by cool water that refreshes you to the core. You emerge back up and sigh. Lester’s soon at the edge of the dock coming in himself. He lowers himself off the dock and swims over to you. You’re treading water as you look around at the nature. The lake is surrounded by trees and forest, just like Ambrose. You breath in the fresh air and feel yourself relax. “Nice i’nit. I have a lot of good memories about this lake.” You turn to look back to Lester and you give him a kiss.

“Are there any animals out here?” You ask.

“Yeah there’s some fish and turtles in the water. There’s also a legand bout this man who drowned out here back in the 20′s. People used to say he haunts the waters out here. Be careful, you don’t wanna get caught by him.” Lester teases. You splash him a little bit.

“Ha ha Lester. This isn’t Friday the 13th. I’m more worried about those snapping turtles. Are there any alligators out here?” You look around again.

“Nah gators prefer them everglades. I wouldn’t bring ya out here if there were gators in the water.” You nod and go back under the water, cooling off your head. You swim outward a bit and resurface again. You turn around but you can’t find Lester. You assume he went under water so you swim closer to the shore. When you get there and you can’t find him you start to panic a bit.

“Lester?” You call out. There’s no response. “Lester I swear if you’re trying to scare me right now!” You swim out a bit more to where your feet can barely touch the bottom of the lake. “Lester you’re getting me worried! I swear Lester if this is a joke when I get my hands on you!” Still nothing. You’re just about to get out of the water when you feel something push up against your thighs and lift you out of the water. You scream and look down. Lester has you on his shoulders and you’re pissed. But it doesn’t last long once you hear how hard he’s laughing.

“I’m sorry darlin but this was just too easy for me to do.” He goes back down and lets you off. Once he’s back up you push him a little bit.

“You scared me Lester! I thought you were drowning or something.”

“You know you love me darlin.” You cross your arms and his smile just grows. “Come on sweetpea you know you love me.” He wraps you up in a hug and you crack a smile.

“I swear you’re so stupid sometimes.”

“Being stupid sometimes is fun ya know?” You roll your eyes and he kisses your cheek.

“Yeah yeah, you’re lucky you’re so cute.” You give him a kiss on the forehead and he smiles.

About an hour passes and you two are sitting on the dock, you’re on his lap wrapped up in his arms. It’s still killer hot outside but you two don’t mind. “You think Bo’s gonna be pissed about you taking today off?” You ask. Lester rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Well it’s only bout what two in the afternoon? Still gonna be plenty of people to bring into town. Besides today’s and awful day to clean up roadkill.” You nod and move your feet in the water.

“I love you Lester.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

#slashers #slasher #horror #lester sinclair x y/n #lester sinclair x you #lester sinclair #leslie vernon x reader #sinclair brothers #house of wax #slashers x reader #slasher comfort #slasher content #slasher x y/n

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you stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time? John Ross to Scarlett

mischiefxmanagcd

"That's not important right now." As far as Scarlett was concerned, the only thing that mattered in that moment was attempting to talk some sense into her brother who was obviously still reeling from the conversation that had just taken place with their mother. While she hadn't been home to witness the back and forth for herself, John Ross had managed to do a pretty decent job of giving a recap, probably without even trying.

"Don't you remember what happened all those times Daddy tried to lock her away for drinking? What makes you so sure this time's gonna be any different?" A good handful of them had only been threats, and neither of the couple’s two children had been born yet when J.R. had actually put Sue Ellen in that Fort Worth sanatarium, but Scarlett had heard enough bits and pieces over the years to put two and two together. She could tell how much the experience scarred her mama and how little it'd actually helped.

Then again, maybe John Ross had a point. What other options did they have, really? Sue Ellen had openly admitted that she'd been drinking the night before the funeral, and it’d broken what was left of her daughter's already deeply wounded heart. Maybe it shouldn't have come as all that much of a surprise to learn the one night had turned into multiple, especially given the circumstances, but Scarlett had been hoping deep down that her mother was stronger than that. Just because she'd been sober for around twenty-five years or so, that apparently didn't mean it was okay to no longer worry about the possibility of a relapse. As much as it hurt to consider, maybe things wouldn't have gotten this far if she'd just taken the time to set her own grief aside and keep a better watch over Sue Ellen's.

"Look, why can't we just try ‘n handle it on our own first? I don't care if I have to search the house from top t' bottom to make sure she doesn't have some sort of secret stash anywhere. I'll get rid of all the alcohol, and then I'll keep her here until she dries out. Maybe then she'll be more willing to talk about goin' to a meeting and whatever happens next."

It was worth a shot, wasn't it? John Ross surely had to see just how serious his little sister was about the whole thing, especially given that she was so willing to take full responsibility and manage everything on her own so he could get back to his own life and whatever he already had up his sleeve business wise. After all, she'd helped to make at least a part of the mess, so wasn't it her duty to help clean it up now?

"Just promise me you won't put her back in that sanitarium. All it's gonna do is backfire on all of us, and the last thing this family needs right now is one more backstabbing betrayal to add to the list."

#and then poor scarlett will hide upstairs.#and just watch from a window.#when sue ellen does get taken away.#because she can't face her anymore.#x.| i'm not america's sweetheart ( verse )#mischiefxmanagcd #alcohol tw

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Terravenger - Season 5: Part Two - Episode 458 [End of the Pugioh City Arc] (Do Not Copy)

Standing at the other side of the sacred island were the remaining three agents. And another warrior called Sirius stood behind the group.

The leader Dime had asked "Is everything ready?"

The eldest agent called Shade stepped forward and reported in a soft voice "The preparations have been fulfilled. I can begin when ready."

And Dime responded "Permission has been granted, Mr. Shade. You may start."

"Do it already Old Man!" hollered Kross. "Open the gate already! I'm getting very hungry!"

"Steady Ms. Kross," Dime informed her. "We will be able to enter the island successfully. And you may be the one to finish Him off."

Kross gave out a roaring laugh and cheered "Alright! Now you're talking!"

First, the elder Shade lowered his black eyeglasses with the fingers from his right hand. A gloomy blue force had glowed from his white eyes until he fired a long ray of blue energy onto the large field of invisible wind that guarded the island.

Dime soon told the silent Sirius "Inform the Boss that we will infiltrate the castle shortly."

And Sirius vanished into thin air.

Hidden behind a large cloud high in the skies of Pugioh was the observing empath called Alexis Sanyo.

Alexis had on black eyeliner, dark-purple shadow on the top of each eye, and dark-purple lipstick. She wore a burgundy outfit that had long leggings of the same color and long brown sleeves. She also wore a pair of black gloves and short black boots. The top of her curly brown hair was tied into a long high tail while the bottom parts were down. And her golden MAF badge was placed on the front left side of the chest area.

She remained above as she watched the three agents tried to break into the island.

And the emotionless seer implied "So, you have awakened the Wrathful from his imprisonment."

She closed her soft purple eyes and thought to herself "What has He planned for this sudden event, Goran?"

Terravenger -- Season 5: Part Two -- Episode 458: The Pugioh City Arc -- Foresight

In the large and cold throne room of Erodios Castle, the lord of the castle named Devin Elken had listened to the news that was said by Lieutenant Victoria Sidney as he stood before his large dark-red chair. And the group remained standing at the center of the room.

Then Devin responded "Mayne the Wrathful. He has returned to kill me. But I will not die so easily."

The worried Paige stepped forward as she claimed "We will not let Mayne Jarnsaxa even touch you. We of the united Midas and Golden Bay will protect you. We will give our lives to keep you from Mayne's reach."

Devin placed his hands together after folding his arms behind him.

And the emotionless knight ordered "Lieutenant Sidney! Bring the rest of your team here to the castle. We must ready everyone for their next attack."

"Very well," Victoria told him. "But our media will remain in the city and continue to tend to the wounded."

"Of course," said Devin. "I will send some from my army there to protect your remaining media."

The crazed Duo shook his head and yelled "And we'll stay here and guard ya till then!"

"Also," informed Devin. "You will also bring another to be guarded in my care."

"Another?" questioned Paige.

Devin told her "I order that your cousin is brought here. She must be protected as well."

"How do you know about my cousin?" asked Paige.

Duo cried "What's goin' on? How does this guy know about Hope?"

A worried Silvan lowered his head and informed Paige "Devin must have had a vision."

The emotionless Devin lowered his head and commanded "Bring Paige's cousin to Erodios immediately."

After that, the young lord walked from his chair and left the room.

"Damn!" claimed Jinx. "That guy's rude!"

And Victoria implied "He may indeed have received visions that are meant for the future. We must take heed to Lord Elken's words."

A few minutes later, the old man known as Shade continued to unlock the invisible barrier that surrounded the entire land around Erodios Castle. The other two agents -- Dime and Kross -- stood by him as Shade tried to destroy the barrier using the ray of cold blue energy that was shot from the old man's eyes. That was until the barrier suddenly vanished.

"Did you do it?" questioned the vicious Kross. "Was that bubble destroyed?"

And the calm Dime had asked his teammate "Did you finally get rid of the barrier, Mr. Shade?"

Shade lifted his eyeglasses back to his eyes and answered "No. It was not my doing. I needed more time. The barrier was simply turned off."

Suddenly, a familiar individual floated from the top of the large castle. And the three agents found the person immediately.

"Well look who it is!" reported Kross. "Our target must have come out to play with us!"

The lord Devin Elken slowly rose his hands as bolts of white lightning began striking from the dark clouds in the sky.

"Lightning Release!" called Devin. "Forcing Cry of Zeus!"

More bolts started striking down while Devin pointed his right finger at the trio of villains below. Then more of the powerful bolts fell around the villains.

"What the hell?" cried Kross. "He's attacking us!"

The trio stood their ground as more bolts struck toward each of them. Meanwhile, a small army of guards dressed in silver armor hurried from the island to the grassy grounds of Pugioh. The fearless lieutenant Victoria was present at the center of the army along with Jinx, Keira, and Shawn.

Kross quickly turned her head and spotted the enemies hurrying off.

"Ah hell no!" She roared. "This is a distraction!"

First, Kross pounced with a high back-flip. The vicious woman landed at the front of the army as she held the long blade of her katana in front of her with her right hand.

"Not so fast!" She told her enemies.

And the crazed Kross responded "I'll lure the Target out in the open by slashing the throats of his comrades!"

Many of the guards faced the wicked woman as the others including Victoria and her team continued on.

"Don't leave!" yelled Kross. "Come back and fight me!"

After the last of the vicious bolts fell, the cold Devin flew down as the invisible barrier returned around the land.

The worried Dime looked around as he cried "This was a diversion after all!"

"Those bastards!" roared Kross. "Fools! Cowards!"

And Dime responded "Kross and I will go after the mice that escaped their hole."

Then he ordered the elder "You will continued to break through the hold that is around the castle. And you will let us know once the barrier is dealt with."

Shade shook his head and responded "I will do what I can."

Sitting on the great chair at the end of the throne room was the impatient Duo as another soldier -- Jonny Griffin -- remained standing at the other side of the room.

Duo looked up at the ceiling as he said "This sucks. I coulda helped the Lord with them bad guys."

Jonny stood with his arms folded and his head lowered as Duo yelled "Damn! This totally sucks!"

In the middle of the dark hallway that had lit candles attached to the walls, the maiden Paige stood with her arms folded while her head leaned to her left side.

A familiar male voice soon called "You miss him."

Paige quickly turned around and spotted the knight Devin walking toward her.

"You were once my brother's good friend," implied Devin. "You of all have every right to mourn."

After she shook her head, Paige lowered her head and responded.

"I have cared deeply for both Drake and your father. The light of my soul temporarily diminished once I was told of their deaths."

Paige stared at Devin and told him "But I also learned that the both of them had fought bravely for what they believed in. I remember that Drake wanted to fight for not only his nation, but for those dear to him."

Devin shook his head and informed her "I am indeed the last of the Elken clan. All my brethren had fallen due to various deaths."

A sad Paige lowered her head and implied "You must have been quite lonely since their deaths. I can only imagine your sorrow."

"And then my visions arrived," claimed Devin. "I discovered that I had the gift of Foresight once I had my second vision, and this was of the same I have seen since before you all had arrived."

Paige thought to herself for a moment.

And the young maiden asked "This vision? Does it have to do with either Duo or my cousin?"

Devin turned away from her and responded "The both of them -- your teammate, and your cousin."

Devin's thoughts:

On a cliff near the top of a large mountain which was somewhere at the burning Mafic Isle, the two individuals -- Duo Storms and Hope McCormack -- had backed toward the end.

After that, the knight faced Paige once again.

He described "Both your cousin and teammate. The setting was on the top of the largest mountain at the Mafic Isle. My vision ended once they had fallen off the ledge."

The maiden Paige grew very shock as she continued facing Devin.

"This is an event yet to come," reported Devin. "That is why I have made certain that your mate Duo remained here in the castle. And your cousin will hopefully be found."

Then Paige calmed herself and said "You are performing greatly to keep this vision from starting."

Suddenly, pain came from his head which made Devin fall to one knee on the ground.

"What has happened?" cried Paige.

And Devin faced forward.

Devin's vision:

On the cliff that was at the top of a large mountain which was somewhere at the burning Mafic Isle, the two individuals revealed as Duo Storms and Hope McCormack had backed toward the cliff as they were confronted by another person.

The person had said in a calm male voice "Surely neither of you were thinking of leaving here."

And this person finally revealed themselves from the shadows of the large pits. It was the mysterious agent known as Goran. He wore an outfit consisting of a long-sleeved black shirt with a dark-purple tie around his fine collar and a pair of black dress-pants. And he had on a pair of shiny black boots.

"The both of you," continued Goran. "You have nowhere else to go. Yet you wish to flee from our kind hospitality."

Paige slowly helped him up as a frightened Devin had watched the rest of his vision.

Devin's vision:

Goran continued to walk toward them until both Duo and Hope had fallen off the cliff. The frightened pair continued to fall toward the molten lava below as Hope yelled out "DUO!"

After he was on his feet, Devin felt his forehead with his left hand as he faced the worried girl Paige.

"What has happened?" asked Paige. "Was it your vision once again?"

Devin answered by slowly shaking his head and told her "But I did witness another layer of the vision. This was something that I had seen for the very first time."

Suddenly, Paige spotted another person standing before them at the other side of the dark hall.

Paige soon cried "By the gods!"

The new individual was revealed as the seer Alexis Sanyo who stood before them with a strong face.

"Devin Elken," said a calm Alexis. "The last of his family. He has so much to share with us."

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