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drghostwrite · 10 months

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Until my Last Breath

Okay so this one didn't win the vote but per special request by @maiveeetheone I’m going to write it! Hope you enjoy! xoxo

Pairing: Regina mills x pregnant!reader

TW: mentions of blood, almost miscarriage, kidnapping and minor torture.

Summary: Regina’s mother, Cora, returns and tries to turn her dark again but Y/N, her wife, has given her everything she’s ever wanted: true love, family, marriage, power and now a baby. What happens when she stands in the way of Cora’s sinister plans.

******************************************************** You sat across the conference room table as Regina conducted the meetings, it was for the town so Sheriff Swan, along with David and Snow, Mr. Gold, Regina the mayor, Zelena, a couple others and you, now you weren’t only married to the mayor and carrying her child but you helped run the hospital. You were Chief of surgeries after Dr. Whale had that taken away with the Daniel incident.

“So right now we’re using funds to help with remodeling of the school, so…” Regina was doing a funds recap and taking with Snow about what would need to be done and you started to drift off staring out the window. You ran your hand over your swollen bump feeling your baby kick and knowing that Regina’s voice was soothing to your unborn child even though she was talking finances for Storybrooke. You began to daydream about mornings where she would wake up with that slow morning growl, it made you feral for your wife and she knew it.

“Y/N…Y/N?” you heard her calling your name and it snapped you back to reality, back into the conference room with its white walls and black and white modern decor. Regina was looking at you amused, she could only imagine what had stolen your attention but had a good idea it was her and the baby.

“Oh yea, so as of right now we’re okay, we thought of possibly coordinating with the schools to give more volunteer opportunities to the kids, but we also have to discuss my leave, due to the Dr. Whale situation we’ll have to find a replacement for my maternity leave.”

“Well how about Zelena?” Regina asked, her relationship with her sister had grown tremendously, in fact that’s the only other person besides Emma and the Charmings that she’d trust with her life and family’s life.

“And what use would she be?” Asked the skeptical Mr. Gold.

“Well I mean she is a trained midwife.” Snow suggested.

“Because of a curse,” Emma reminded.

“And I’m a trauma surgeon because of the curse, Snow you’re a teacher even though it was a curse it created a version of us, a true version of us with all the training and skills," Regina watched you a grateful look in her eyes, “All I’m saying is that we give her a chance, I can set her up to assist Dr. Whale and keep him in check while I’m out and I can have Blue and the other fairies or nuns, whatever, check-in and help with outpatient care.”

Everyone exchanged looks and Regina mouthed a thank you, they then agreed that you were right and that’s the plan they’d go with. You discussed a few more minor things and then decided that it was time for everybody to go home after a long day, you stayed in the conference room until everyone was gone and then retreated to your office. You have an office at the hospital but it's in a secure part due to dealing with patients and HIPAA info so days like this Regina converted one of the old conference rooms into an office for you. It wasn't as big but she made sure to have the comfiest chairs and couches, it was decorated very modernly like her office with contrasts of vibrant forest green instead of the complete black and white, she had your favorite flowers on the desk, orange hibiscus flowers with a towering monstera plant in the corner both enchanted to never die. You had couches and chairs with a large rug on one side like her office and you had a bookshelf wall and a built-in mini-bar that quickly turned alcohol-free when you found out about the pregnancy, there was also a portion that pushed into a secret room like her vault allowing you to keep sensitive information. She wanted to make sure that you were comfortable, in your office and that it could be an escape for you considering what you did on a daily basis and the fact that she got to be closer to you during the workday, able to visit whenever and for whatever she wanted.

You finished some reports for the day and made your way down the hall to her office, you knocked and heard her call for you to come in. You walked in and before you could shut the door you felt arms wrap try and wrap around your waist but instead your bump blocked the little arms.

"Y/N!!!" you reached down and ruffled Henry's hair, and then ran a hand on his back looking up to make eye contact with Regina, she watched the interaction and her heart swelled, Henry loved you but he didn't take the idea of a third mom the easiest at first. Now don't get me wrong he was great and excited about a sibling but he had a hard time, with the whole new mom thing, he never called you mom he always said his mom's wife or your name, and he also wouldn't ever come to you either he went to Regina or right to Emma one time he even went to Snow before you knew. You wanted nothing more than to let him trust you so ever since the wedding you've been earning his trust, so it meant the world to Regina to see him so excited to see you and she knew it meant the world to you.

"Hey buddy, you have a good day?" you glanced down at him as he looked up at you.

"Yea we had a field trip today and then David offereed to take me to the stables to go riding."

"Oh really?" you smirked, looking back up to Regina as she just shook her head. "Well, then does my brave knight need me to drop him off?"

He laughed, "No, he's here, I just wanted to come in and see you before I went over, so I made him stop."

"Well in that case have fun, be safe, and take some pictures so I can brag to the nurses at work." you leaned down and kissed his hair as he hugged you tighter, he then ran back out of the office, but before the door closed you heard him yell back, "Bye, Moms!" You tuned looking at Regina, she got up walking over to you, a tear rolled down you face and she swiped it away letting her hand linger on your cheek and you leaned into the touch, she had her other hand holding yours running her fingers over your wedding ring.

"He really does love you." her coffee-brown orbs looked into your emerald green ones, as more tears ran down your face for her to swipe away.

You laughed, "God these pregnancy hormones are killing me."

“Darling, I…”, all the sudden you heard a crash outside, Regina turned and moved to the window. You held her hand in both of your as she reached to move the curtain.

“What the he…” that’s when she heard the moving of a cloud of smoke behind her and no longer felt the warmth of you hand, she spun on her heels and spotted the figure across the room.

“Mother? What’re you doing here?”

“Ahh sweet girl I’m here for you.”

“Where’s Y/N, What did you do with her?”

“You mean that peasant you call a wife,” she laughed at her daughter in front of her waving her off, “she’s in a safe place or at least it’s safe for a normal person, but not sure about her and the bastard child of yours.”

“No Mother that’s my wife and my baby, biologically both me and Y/N. She has more heart and passion and power then you’ll ever know and she loves me, truly loves me and Henry and I’ve never doubted her for a day, I LOVE her.”

“Oh darling you just live the idea of her.” Regina was done talking she whirled a fire ball, grabbing the spare dagger from the sheath attached under the desk, courtesy of you, and whirled it in that direction. She watched as smoke cleared and the dagger was no where to be found she prayed that she at least stunned her mother.

———time jump———

You were slumped forward and felt the restraints digging into your wrist and ankles as they were tied to the legs of the wooden chair. You were quickly jolted awake by Cora grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at her. Ugh, she let out a disgusted sigh and shoved you face away turning back, you watched as she walked out of the room into a smaller side room, looking around you realized you were in an older cabin, wait this was the cabin that’s hidden in the woods the enchanted cabin that… you heard heels coming towards you and turned your head, Maleficent and Cora both stood looking at you. Maleficent knelt down in front of you studying your features, she stared at your bump deciding whether or not to touch, as if it wasn’t real, you thrashed in the seat and she looked into your eyes, she ran a hand over your bump feeling your baby move.

“Cora, this is not the way to do this.” Maleficent spoke out but kept eyes trained on you as you gave her the smallest most gently terrified look you could.

“I decide how I do things, you’re just here for support on getting her back.”

“But her wife and unborn child?” Maleficent stood going to Cora.

“If they’re gone nothing will ever stop her from going back to dark and staying there.”

You started yelling into the gag and thrashing in the seat. Cora moved over to you and you felt as she slapped your face the sting of her fingers meeting your skin and the ringing in your ear her ring sliced into the skin of your cheek and you felt the blood run down, you knew you would have a black eye. She then grabbed the gag sliding it from your mouth.

“I swear if you lay a finger on Regina or my baby… so help me God.”

“Oh darling, I see why my daughter loves you.”

“My WIFE will be here before you know it and when she gets here nothing will stop her or me from destroying you!” You yelled at the woman in front of you. She bent down getting in your face, “nothing will stop me from getting my daughter back.”

“She’s not your little play toy anymore.” Again you felt a slap this time blood ran from you lip. You looked up and saw a shadow go by the window, Cora walked back over to Maleficent and retreated into the other room as you sat there hearing them argue. You watched as the shadows moved towards the door and then the door cracked, revealing Snow and Regina was right behind she pushed past the other woman and rushed to you, she ran her fingers over the cut on your lip.

“God what did she do to you?” Regina undid the restraints pulling you up into a hug.

“I’m okay…” you trailed, she pulled back placing a hand on your bump and running it over your large 8 month swollen stomach, “the baby too, we’re both okay.”

“Regina!” Snow yelled before being thrown against the wall by Cora, she used her body to shield you from her mother, taking her stand.

“My brave girl, protecting the mother of her child, but I ask who protects you, who truly keeps you from falling back into darkness.”

“I do.” You spoke up moving to stand next to her. Cora laughed out loud and Maleficent moved to check on Snow who was waking up, “Maleficent, what’re you doing?”

“This is wrong Cora.”

“And who are you to decide what is right and wrong, you destroyed villages and kingdoms with a single breath during your dragon days.”

“Mother my reign of terror and bloodshed is over, I’m never turning back.”

“Oh shut up stupid girl, I’ll show you terror.” She flicked her wrist and you felt a pain rip through your abdomen, it was so hard it brought you to your knees and you reached grabbing Regina’s arm as she turned to you.

“Oh God… Oh God the baby.” You let out a moan as tears started to fall, you felt the pain coming and going in waves, you looked down and saw a small stream of blood running down your leg.

“Mother, Stop!” Regina shouted and you watched as her magic collided with her mothers. You fell forward now on hands and knees as another pain tore through your body, you felt hands come around your sides and Snow tried getting you up.

“We need to get you out of here,” she let you lean into her and tried guiding you out the door. You reached a hand down brining it up coated in blood, again wincing in pain.

“But…but Regina,” you stuttered out in pain, letting out another moan. Maleficent placed a hand on your shoulder rubbing your arm as you tried breathing through it, “Let me save her for once you get out of here and get help before we have an injured Regina and a premature baby on our hands.” You looked into her eyes and saw she genuinely wanted to help, you slowly shook your head in agreement.

“Please get her back to me, please.”

She shook her head not breaking eye contact, “I promise, on my life.” Snow quickly turned taking you to the car as Maleficent threw her the keys,”I need to call Zelena we need to get you to the hospital.”

“No…” you struggled through another contraction.

“Y/N you’re in premature labor, there’s to much blood.”she tried reasoning with you.

“Snow if you take me all the way there…” you stopped breathing through another searing pain, letting out a low groan. “If we wait this baby won’t make it…God Snow… I won’t make it.” You said through gritted teeth.

“Okay just hold on.” You felt the car lurch forward as she pressed the gas harder.

She quickly rushed you back to the loft and called Emma filling her in, she reached over reassuring you again as you tried breathing in the passenger seat every wave coming stronger and faster. Once in the loft you were laid on Snow and David’s bed, Zelena and Emma quickly ran in the door, Zelena made her way to you. Seeing the blood on your thighs staining the white sheets red as you white knuckled the blankets, Snow brushing the sweat coated hair out of your face.

“What happened?”

“I…” you moaned, quickly being cut off by another pain.

“It was Cora she cast a spell and quick flick of her wrist and then Y/N was bent over in pain and the bleeding started.” She started to explain.

“Oh please don’t let her miscarry.” Snow said worrying.

“Don’t let me lose this baby.” You spoke out through another sharp pain.

“Labor?” Asked Emma looking to a very concentrated Zelena.

“Sort of, by the looks and sound of it mommy dearest used a pregnancy acceleration spell, if done right can work for mother and baby but if done wrong can cause a lot of problems.” Zelena explained, she lifted you shirt and felt your stomach pressing down in a few spots and releasing pressure as she felt the muscles tighten.

“Can you reverse if?” Snow asked concerned.

“I can I need to do it fast, and it will hurt like hell.”

“Will the baby be okay?”

“Y/N but you…” Snow started.

“Will the baby make it?!”

“Yes. I’m not sure the toll it will take on your body.” Zelena explained.

“I don’t care about me, you save this baby, whatever it takes you save my baby, our baby.” She slowly shook her head as you laid back against the pillows, Snow held your hand tightly understanding what could happen, Emma quickly gathered supplies and then came around to your other side, you felt Zelena swirl her hands on your bump, positioning them, you breathed through another pain.

“5 count?” She asked.

“Surprise me.” You let out a nervous breath as she nodded.

“Okay, 1…2…3…” she started before 5 not giving you much time to adjust, the last thing you heard was a bloodcurdling scream, realized it was you and then everything went black.

——— time jump———

You felt lips on your forehead and a hand holding yours, you felt tears as they landed on your hair. Slowly blinking open your eyes you realized it was your wife, she looked unscathed from events earlier. You quickly shot up on your elbows allowing the blanket to fall away revealing your bump, Regina was sitting next to the bed and laid an arm across you lap as you scooted up against the pillows resting her hand on your bump. You let out a small moan feeling the soreness in your muscles.

“Hey,” she spoke gently.

“What happened? Are you okay?” You slid your hand onto her cheek watching her eyes, she leaned into your hand.

“Well Zelena told me what happened, she told me though that you blacked out during the reversal spell.” She avoided the question.

“What happened with your mom?”

“Cora, I don’t consider her family after she went after you like that, Maleficent helped me and she pushed her back through a portal, she fell through with her though, I owe her my life.”

“Me too, how long was I out.”

“Two days, everyone has been asking about you.”

“Mmm, where’s Henry?” You rubbed at your eyes.

“With Emma and Snow and David they went out. Y/N I almost lost you, my love I’m so so sorry.” You watched as tears started to fall and you placed your hand back on her cheek, wiping tears with your thumb, she embraced the touch. You both let tears fall for a moment before she leaned forwards placing a kiss to your lips and then allowing you to lay your forehead against hers, “Y/N I will always fight for you, until I draw my last breath, I love you more than anything and I can’t wait to watch our family grow and I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

“Regina Mills you make me the happiest woman alive, don’t for a minute think that I’ll ever leave you, I love you, besides the ring is already on so it’s going to take a lot more than that to scare me away.” You both chuckled.

Zelena walked down the stairs and turned coming up to you and sitting at the edge of the bed, “So mama, looks like everything went okay, you’re gonna be sore for a little while, and as of yesterday you are officially on bedrest aside from coming in to visit.”

“Thank you Z, for everything.” You gave her a gentle smile.

“Don’t mention it just promise me that you’ll rest up and come back to show me the ropes before you have my niece or nephew.” She winked, patting your leg.

You heard the lock click and watched as the door swung open at first everyone moved in slowly until they saw you, they stood shocked until Henry came running around the corner and jumped on the bed hugging around your neck the best he could with your bump in the way. Zelena took her leave joining the others in the kitchen.

“Mama I thought I lost you!” You hugged him with one arm as tears rolled down your cheeks, Henry has never actually addressed you as mom before. You felt as Regina squeezed your hand and gave you a look, you closed you eyes living in the moment.

“Henry, love you’ll never lose me, I love you little man.” He wouldn’t let go of your neck and then you realized that he was crying, Regina reached around rubbing his back, “Baby it’s okay.” She reassured him.

“I…I…I just thought I lost you, I can…can’t lose both my m…moms, or my little sister I can’t wait to meet he…her” He said through sobs. You both smiled gently at him as he clung around your neck.

“Henry love what if you got a little brother?” Regina asked gently.

“No, I think it’s a girl.”

“Oh okay.” She chuckled looking at you as you held him and rubbed his back.

“I’d say someone agrees with that.” You let out a smirk, Regina looked at you hopeful.

“Really?” You nodded and she moved her hand down feeling as your baby kicked, a tear rolled down her cheek and she leaned up to kiss you.

“I wanna feel.” Henry said turning his head and placing a hand near Regina’s feeling the baby move. He let out a toothy grin making you both laugh at your sons reaction.

He pulled away but only to curl into your side holding Regina’s hand that was spread across your bump, he started talking to the baby, you sat there content knowing that no matter what you were all loved and that you finally had the family you always dreamed of.

#pregnancy #ouat x reader #x yn #regina mills x reader

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cerealforkart · 1 year

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Dungeons and Daddies the Manga Lesson 30: Mrs. Swallows-Oak-Garcia’s Home For Peculiar Teenagers

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Transcript under the cut

Transcript reading guide / key

[xxxx] = identifier of text source

- = break between panels

(xxxxx) = text outside of normal speech bubble

The Anchor of Love (117)

[Link]: I just can’t anymore.

I don’t know who to trust…

But Scary, I can’t have you not with us anymore.

[Link]: I don’t want to push you away anymore.

[Glenn]: That’s love baby.

[Dice roll]: Love, 17

All The Way To The Top (Page 118)

[Normal]: Mom! I’m home!

[Rebecca]: Normie?!

[Rebecca]: Where were you?

Your dads- I mean- your dad and your uncle have been looking all over for you!

[Normal]: We were in hell, it’s complicated. What’s going on?

[Off Screen]: Eeugk!

[Rebecca]: Your sister is out there, I don’t know where she is, and Willy has the whole town on lockdown to deal with The Mayor.

[Normal]: Okay, so The Mayor’s causing problems? That’s what’s going on?

(Idc about Hero)

[Rebecca]: That’s the story they want us to think.

[Taylor]: You have my attention…

Aye (Page 119)

[Normal]: All in favor of expelling Scary from the group, raise your hand.

[Rebecca]: Or say “Aye.”

(In care there’s someone out there who doesn’t want to draw your hands)

[Taylor]: Aye!

[Normal]: Aye!

[Scary]: Aye!

[Link]: …

[Taylor]: Well- Wait- I’m not sure if that counts.

[Norma]: She can vote. Women can vote.

[Jodie]: Hermie. You have a vote too.

[Hermie]: I’m protesting!

[Jodie]: You’re giving your father a new reason to be disappointed in you is what you’re doing.

[Rebecca]: Three would be enough. Scary is expelled from the group.

History Repeats (Page 120)

[Taylor]: Is the International Space Station still floating around Earth?

[Nick]: Yeah…? Oh! Okay. I love this plan.

[Nick]: Oh. I just realized this is the first time we’ve done something as father and son.

[Taylor]: I have such a good relationship with my dad!

[Link]: (I peed myself)

[Tally Box]: Close Family: II

Stampler Family: II

Transcript provided by @confusedfoam

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #lincoln li wilson #scary Marlowe #normal oak #taylor swift dndads #jodie foster dndads #glenn close dndads #Rebecca swallows oak garcia #hermie the unworthy #nicholas foster #nick close #doodly #yonkoma #first time using the end of episode easter egg in a page #but I might not get to draw Jodie for a while #and I needed a Hermie moment anyways

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catindabag · 4 months

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I and the Mentors present you Mr. Rocky Rock O’Rolly! The “beloved” but very secretive mayor of District 2. [Read this for context]

According to Sejanus Plinth, Mayor O’Rolly was found “sitting” alone inside a small town’s local gem cave by a random D2 hobo 4 days before the election.

Afterwards, Mr. Rocky won the people’s hearts and votes by a landslide, but don’t ask why.

#MayorRockystrikesagain #D2win

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star-stable-tournaments · 1 month

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Have you ever thought to yourself: Yee howdy, I wish I could know what everyone thinks of my favorite character, and I also wish we could all definitively rank them in popularity based on the whims of the public? Then do I have the thing for you!

Right out the gate, it's time to vote for favorite characters. The votes for favorite NPC (human) and favorite NPC (other) will be running alongside each other, with the vote for NPC (other) starting a little later to make them both finish at the same time and end in an epic dual victory.

I have chosen to split them up because there's a lot of NPC's and we can expedite the process somewhat by having separate tournaments running alongside each other.

Humanoid creatures such as Pandorians residing in the circus will be counted as humans because that's how they choose to present and I will respect that.

Certain conditions apply regarding characters added to SSO just to host races, NPC's that are named but do not take part in quests, and characters from earlier games. these characters will not partake because the list is so. long. already.

Every poll will be accompanied by a picture and a brief description to refresh your memory, so don't worry if you can't remember them just by name! If you have any concerns or can't see your favorite NPC anywhere, send a message or an ask.

The first NPC (human) tournamnet will take place over 3 sessions of 40 posts per week, because it's 120 posts and I don't want to overwhelm you with that many posts. Once we've narrowed it down to 60 favorites it will be split into 2 sessions, and once we've only got 30 contestants left, I'll post them all in one go until a winner is declared. That's also when the NPC (other) polls will be posted.

Who will go up against who is randomized and can be found under the cut.

The First tournament:

Kirsty Griswald VS Evergray

Violet Dappelbrook VS Mrs. Pike

Derek VS Professor Chiron

Mr. Pike VS Hawaii Jones

Rami VS Felicity

Ydris VS Astrid Ingvarsdottir

Sunshine Joytree VS Mr. Anwir

Jessica Lunar VS Syntax Silverstream

Elsa Einstein VS Harold

Larry VS Landon

Captain Brus VS Pi the witch

Sigry Varanger VS Julie

Aideen VS Jill Goldspur

Tor Sunfield VS Pamela Moonriver

HelmsmanVS The main character

Idun Goldspur VS Mandy

Mr. T. Cray VS Lizzy Jarlasson

Marisol VS Ewa

Sigrid VS Leonardo

Donald the builder VS Captain Waterloo

Eddie VS Bernardine Winterwell XVII

Jade VS Doreen

Courtney Summers VS Bob

Janitor VS Mayor Klaus

Terrance Rockwell VS Gary Goldtooth

Nanook VS Ivan Drake

Saga Sunfield VS Aaron Silverglade

Yousef Sahli VS The Baroness

Gavin VS Wynna Sunbeam

Galloper Thompson VS Stephanie

Isebell Figg VS Dylan

Fina Way VS Mario

Hanna Jarlasson VS Filip Sunfield

Carl VS Ms. Drake

Tim Hooper VS Isabel Stonefield

Justin Moorland VS Mrs. Peterson

Charlotte VS Tiera Vaughan

Scott Buttergood VS Li Ming Yue

Anne von Blyssen VS Darko (oh my god)

Ashley VS Lance

The second tournament:

Joe Jarlasson VS Bob Jarlasson

Linn VS Xin

Alex Cloudmill VS Maya Dew (I promise this is randomly generated, this is homophobia)

Mrs. Hill VS Josie

Jon Jarl VS Jonas

Lydia Rockwell VS Martina Sunfield

Nova VS Ferdinand

John VS Eva von Blyssen

Nic Stoneground VS Hugh

Big Bonny VS Magnus Steinar

Loretta VS Anastasia Silverglade

Edith Octavia Hartwood VS Spymaster

Sedna VS Fleur

Ricky Winterwell VS Will

Barbara VS Helga

Edward Rockwell VS Frank Einstein

Rob VS Mrs. Packard

Carl Peterson VS Kora Pelletier

Rhiannon VS Agnetha

Gaia VS Buck

Huck VS Silencia Tranquila

Jakob Goldspur VS Isolde Goldspur

Igor VS Steve

Tan VS Linda Chanda

Mrs. Dew VS Reyansh

Jack Goldspur VS Ed Field

Karl Franz of Silver Fork VS Mrs. Holdsworth

Mr. Sands VS Farah

Professor Hayden VS Daxton the tailor

Jasper Holbrook VS Erik Hightower

Tamika VS Barney Summers

Dr. Eiren Doyle VS Granny Rose

Catherine Moorland VS Ana

Poppy VS Mr. K. Trout

Tobbe Larsson VS Thomas Moorland

Imane Highcantle VS Andy

Charles VS Mel

Jupiter Peacebloom VS Mr. Hill

Stacy VS Sive

Rowan Allaway VS Mr. Dew

The third tournament:

Claire VS Guillermo Gadea

Marley Summers VS Johanna

Reed Kessler VS Jenna

Robert Buttergood VS Josh

Jamie Olivetree VS Gunther

Madison Hightower VS Mr. Cod

Tristan Goldspur VS Alexander Goldspur

Godfrey VS Carney Summers

Mr. Kembell VS Thalia

Carmela VS Mica Stoneground

Harley VS Harriet

Jessica VS Amelia

Erissa VS Freja Sunfield

Alonso Rivera Sandoval VS Emma

Kit Shorthouse VS Raptor

Luke Excavator VS Herman

Council Man VS Mrs. Cloudmill

Mr. Andersson VS Lily Bones

Keema Steelgait VS Luciana

Walter Winterwell VS James Cloudmill

Holly Hightower VS Elizabeth Sunbeam

Stein VS Enitan Taiwo Ladipo

Sindra VS Felix

Nathalie Moonriver VS Björn

Councilman Skoll VS Rania Varanger

Lisa Peterson VS Loke Sunfield

Professor Jura VS Dorith Jarlasson

Hannibal Goldspur VS Hermit

Junior Buttergood VS Conrad Maarsden

Gretchen VS Li Jian

Rin VS Sonja

Angus Goldspur VS Daisy

Petunia VS Ginny

Kai VS Judy

Mary VS Zed

Katja VS Stanislav

Mrs. X VS Ms. Morse

Sabine VS Sahar

Carin VS Avalon

Kent Jarlasson VS Beatriz

When there are only 30 rounds left, I will start posting NPC (other) tournamnets as well. They consist of these competitors:

Starshine VS Nightdust

Meteor VS Pearl Hart

Knut VS Esben

Popcorn VS Summerflower

Calanthe VS Nutkins

Sahara VS Mayor Peanut

Beeper VS Hieronymo

Sirio VS Lynx

Galloper Thompson's Horse VS Mudskipper

Sprout VS Pistachio

Lignos VS Firewind

Cayenne VS Mortifa

Crowy McCaw VS Ms. Morse's Horse

Diggory VS Shay

Ganymede VS Athena

Balder VS Pico

Nihili VS Lemmy

Beatrix VS Archie

Acerbus VS Ancient Tree

Rocco VS Lucien

Juniper VS Dellingr

Techno VS Birdie

Swedenborg VS Atlas

Crabapple VS Sapling

Ash VS Cedar

Khaan VS Kasper

Bartok VS Hrafnfaxa vom Schwanenteich

Blondie VS Rosemary

Lady VS Garnok

Balder's Mother vS Pari

Shakira VS Elli

Butterfly VS Fripp

Mardy VS Bear

Alder VS Pegaso

Valiant VS Mousebiscuit

Goons VS Brunte

#sso #ssoblr #star stable #star stable online #starstable

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faggotflint · 2 months

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Help decide the fate of Night City

(A Cyberpunk RED TTRPG poll for my partner and I's home game, propaganda below the cut, and please reblog for a larger sample size)

Help decide the fate of Night City by voting for the new mayor of Night City. You can choose to read the propaganda or cast your vote randomly, but only you can decide the fate of my dear friends

Night City hasn't had a mayor in 19 years, instead, it has been run by a Council of Representatives of each of the major brands that own a share of the city, but recently there's been a call for an election for a singular body to be at the head of the city, as the people of Night City have come to believe the council to be corrupt (and yeah, they think electing one of those said corrupt fucks into office will fix things, but are you really one to judge right now?)

So, let's meet the contenders shall we

First up we have Phillip Roland, Phillip, care to say a few words?

"A Vote for Roland is a Vote for family values. Night City has become an unsafe place to raise our children. Philip Roland understands that if you want to do something the right way, you should do it the old-fashioned way. I promise to establish a foundation for public safety and truly earn the NC's title of 'The City of Dreams'"

Right, and your official corporate sponsor is?

"Petro-Chem"

Alright, thank you, Mr. Roland, next up we have Gerald Albertsun, Mr. Albertsun, a few words?

"A+ for Albertsun, give it already! When the people watch me stream on the Net, they don't think; "Oh, he's gonna fund another war with Croatia" no, they see a guy who screams in his underwear, who also got his start by making Company Garrison 2 tutorial videos, betcha didn't know that!

Uh-huh, right, and uh, your corporate sponsor?

"Danger Gal"

Wonderful, next up we have the Representative of the Hot Zone Hadel Greene

"Let me ask you something, when you look up at the sunset, what do you think of? I think that it's a red sky we all live under, rich or poor. That's why if I'm voted in, I can assure the people that union houses will be built, they will be full, and ready to meet the demands of the-" *mic cuts out*

Wow, that is wonderful, thank you for that Mr. Greene, and, your sponsor is?

*A dubbed voice over an image of Hadel Greene says* "Rocklin Augmentics"

Thanks again Mr. Greene, Now let's move on to Vogel Grill, care to say a few words Mr. Grill?

"Let's get real, the shareholders of Night City know what's best for the people! You don't think the drug addicts on the streets know what to do if you gave them a house, a car, or even a job right? That's why if I'm voted in, I'll ensure the equity of Night City commerce to exceed expectations!"

Wonderful, thank you Mr. Grill, and your sponsor is?

"SovOil"

Right, now, next up is Turanga Ogawa, the Official Arasaka sponsee in this race *interviewer winks at the camera knowingly*

"Arasaka has been the moral compass to which I've lived my life by, they have never steered me wrong. They were so gracious to give people employment, including my fellow candidate Hadel, after the terrible attack in 2023. That is why, when I am sworn in, I shall uphold the same values as I was raised with."

Alright, now, lets take a look at the other side of the gender line here, starting with the fiercest feminist you know, Mrs. Karen Horvolt

"When I'm in charge of Night City, I'm going to ensure it's by women for women, too many men have and abuse too many positions of power, that's why we need to have a feminine perspective. A reset if you will, why don't we make them stay at home and cook and clean for us? Honestly what else are they good for?"

Wonderful, and who is your sponsor in this race?

"See, this is what I mean by men being useless, my sponsor is Continental Brands"

And last, but Certainly not Least, we have Ms. Esperalda Rodrigues

"All this talk of protecting Night City, and no one here has been deployed save for me. Too many unruly characters are let through customs both on to the East and West, why do you think we have such a high rate of violence? You need someone with Military expertise to put people in their place whether they like it or not, that's what I'll do for you Night City."

I see, well, thank you Ms. Rodriguez, and your Sponsor Ma'am

"Militech"

Alright, well, I hope this has helped you to learn a little bit more about each of the candidates and what they can offer Night City, please don't forget to cast your vote this September 11th at your local Night City Polling Station

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Lycan 4 (HS)

Author's note: I am so excited about the future of this series. It's also very freeing to write about mystical things, and it enables my imagination which I love. Lycan already has SEVEN chapters. All uploaded on my Patreon. I can't for you to read it when the time comes.

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Y/N was speechless, and she felt very embarrassed. She could feel her cheeks flaring up from embarrassment as both men stared down at her.

“You are the mayor?” She asked again, surprised that the town had voted for someone so young. Y/N was also realizing how attractive the new mayor was. She liked how he was casually dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. He looked nothing like a mayor.

“I am Harry” he stretched out his hand. “Nice to meet you” Harry was very amused at how her expression and her tone changed.

“Y/N Y/L/N” she shook his hand, “I am sorry about my rudeness” She apologized which Harry found ridiculously cute. She mesmerized him, and he could tell that she was going to be incredibly special to him.

“See? That wasn’t that hard” Harry joked, “You are new in town, right?”

“Not really. I was born here” Harry nodded and listened carefully, “Just visiting my father”. She revealed.

“That’s nice. Well, it’s great to have you back. Let me know if there is anything I can do for you” Harry smiled at her making her swooned for him. “Niall, can I have a word with you? Have a good one Y/N” Harry waved as he turned his back towards her and walked back to his table.

“I’ll be right back” Niall winked at her and walked towards Harry.

Y/N tried her best to start eating and mind her own business, but she couldn’t stop herself to look up. From where she sat, it looked like he was diligently explaining something to Niall. The young cop only nodded back. Harry's eyes met with hers making her look down at her food quickly. She had been caught with the hand in the cookie jar, and why deny it? She was obviously checking him out. Y/N just wanted to pay the bill and run out.

“Y/N!” Mr. Brown called out as he walked up to her, saving her from the awkwardness. She tried her best not to look back, but she left someone’s eyes on her, and it made her uncomfortable. Y/N was being watched, but she wasn’t going to look up. She tried her best to ignore it and instead, she stood up from her seat and hugged Mr. Brown.

“Mr. Brown! How’ve you been?” She smiled widely at whom she considered to be the closest thing to a father figure.

“Good! It’s great seeing sweetie. How long are you staying?”

“Just two weeks. I hope. I’ve got to get back to work” Y/N explained, “I am just finishing up breakfast before going to see Robert”.

“You should come over to dinner tonight! We would love to catch up” Mr. Brown smiled, “Are you staying at the house?”.

“No. At the hotel” Mr. Brown nodded before someone started speaking on his radio. “Well, duty calls. I’ll see you later, honey” He smiled, “Niall!” He called out interrupting his conversation with Harry. Mr. Brown didn’t even wait for Niall, he walked straight out into his car. From, the corner of her eye, Y/N watched as Harry and Niall walked out of the diner.

“Cute, huh?” Mrs., Brown asked as she refilled her coffee.

“Who?” Y/N asked as she faked being interested in some Excel documents that she had opened on her laptop.

“Mayor Styles” Mrs. Brown responded, “Apparently he was born and raised in town, but I’ve never seen him before he was a contestant for elections.”

“That’s odd. How old is he?”

“I think he is thirty or thirty-one.”

“Should have seen him in school, but I don’t remember anyone by that name” Y/N wasn’t popular, but the town wasn’t as big to forget the names of the people at school. Nor was the school too big to never have met the students from older grades.

“That’s because he was homeschooled” Mrs. Brown shrugged, “To be honest I honestly didn’t believe in his campaign and thought that he was going to be a disaster.” The Browns had debated multiple weeks and the house had been divided. Mr. Brown thought that Harry was the way to go. Sure. He was young, but the town needed a change. “He has been doing a decent job lately. He is very attentive and open to suggestions. At least, he solved the issue with whatever was in the woods”.

Y/N's curiosity instantly perked up at the mention of the woods.

“What issue? What’s in the woods?” Mrs. Brown laughed and placed her hand on her shoulder with a big smile.

“Nothing anymore, honey. Harry took care of it with Mr. Brown” Y/N sighted and made a mental note to ask Mr. Brown at dinner. She was interested maybe what she had seen in the woods had some connection to it. Y/N didn’t feel crazy anymore. Her lack of sleep had been validated.

“I should get going.” Y/N looked down at her watch, realizing that visiting hours were just about to start in the hospital. If she wanted to check up on Robert, she needed to leave now. “I’ll see you at dinner” She winked and kissed Mrs. Brown’s cheek after putting down thirty dollars.

“Don’t be late! We are having lasagna!” She called out before Y/N left the diner.

Y/N hated the town’s hospital with every fiber in her. Mostly after experiencing her mother’s death. Potentially it was the number of times that she had driven her to the hospital when she had gotten so sick or when her father had beaten her up so badly that she was unrecognizable.

10:05 AM her phone showed her after she parked. She sat in the parking lot for a few minutes, trying to bring down her heart rate. The truth was that Y/N was still scared of her father. She was older now and didn’t depend on him, but most of her darkest dreams had him in them as the main lead.

The first nights in college, she would wake up screaming and drenched in sweat. Her dorm monitor had even advised her to look for help from one of the psychology teachers. A piece of advice that she had taken as an insult at first but ended up doing exactly that. Things got better after she started assisting consistently. Pamela had been her salvation.

“Robert Y/L/N?” She asked at the nurse's station.

“You are?”

“His daughter” Y/N sharply said, annoyed that she had to keep revealing that she was related to him.

“Oh! Ms. Y/L/N, you are finally here! I thought you weren’t going to ever come. He is in room 206” The nurse smiled and pointed her down the hallway. “I am sure he is going to be happy to see you”.

“Thanks” She slowly walked down the hall. Suddenly, Y/N couldn’t remember the reason she had agreed to come up to see him. It was not worth it anymore. Her mental stability mattered more. Y/N finally came up to the door of the room and stood in front of it. She was stiff as a board; her muscles had tensed up. Y/N closed her eyes as she remembered Pamela’s words in her mind. She tried to remember everything that she had ever talked to Pamela about and everything she had advised her to do before seeing her father. “You are enough, a million times enough,” she said to herself.

Y/N opened the door and faced the monster of her story.

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“It’s my hope, Mr. President, that you listen to us, that you choose democracy over tyranny.” - Abdullah Hammoud, Dearborn Mayor and Voter

YES! I can't fuckin' believe the media accurately reported this as a protest and printed/publicized the words of the voters explaining why they did it. AND NOBODY HAD TO ATTEMPT SUICIDE! This is big and it could get even bigger! But it's a qualified bigness, because...

Walz, a major supporter of Biden’s reelection campaign, said Michigan’s “uncommitted” results were a healthy demonstration of democracy. “I think they feel passionate, as they should, about an issue we all care about,” Walz said, adding that he expected most protest voters would eventually return to Biden’s side in a likely November rematch with former President Donald Trump, who himself has struggled with college-educated voters and suburbanites in his ongoing Republican primary against former U.N. Ambassador Nikki Haley. “I’m much more convinced there’s a chance bringing those folks home is much greater than bringing the ‘Never Trump’ folks back home,” Walz said.

Yeah. I know this song and dance. I've seen it happen in person, at protests, in reatime. They come out to "do voter outreach" and they're all smiles to start. "Yes! Please do continue to act upon your freedom of speech in a way I, an advocate for the status quo, find nonthreatening. Your feelings are valid, ha-ha! I expect nothing to change, and indeed I will act to change nothing, but good for you!" A few folks always believe the message has been received and quiet down, that's why they do it. But wait and see what happens to that smile when a few people start interrupting and yelling, "THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!"

At least this guy's willing to suggest Biden would pick up more votes by moving left than moving right, although I doubt he actually expects anything radical. A few more forgiven student loans or somewhat cheaper drugs aren't much of a problem, and that's leftist too! So we don't really have to worry about the ongoing genocide.

The thing is, if/when this picks up momentum and the DNC starts to think they might have to change something or lose, it will become something other than a positive demonstration of free speech. It'll be childish tantrum-throwing, pointless, uncivil, attention-whoring, astroturfed, counterproductive foreign interference, and whatever else sounds bad. If any of you out there in internet-land already feel threatened by it, you're probably saying that right now. (Go ahead and comment, you'll boost this with other people who think like you, and I might change some minds.)

And, if you are comfortable with it and want voters to do it instead of threatening to withhold votes from Biden in the general, check your privilege. Not every state offers this. Unless something changes real fast (at least, I THINK it hasn't changed, it's hard to do a search when "uncommitted" brings up SO MANY news articles about Michigan 😁), mine won't. I can't do this. I can't vote in a third party primary either. It'd be all blue or nothing. And neither of those things will get me any press, so I gotta keep talking. Maybe I'll motivate someone who can vote uncommitted! Or scare a politician! I still think I'm doing more good by staying alive, and I'm a bit distant from any property I might meaningfully damage (although I am open to suggestions that won't get me arrested and silenced), so this is the only thing I got that won't injure a human being.

Tumblr, no matter how you actually intend to vote, if you're not up for living in a two-party system where both parties think they can do a little genocide and stay in power, you have ways of making yourself heard. There are options beyond falling in line behind the lesser evil. Don't let anyone tell you there aren't. And when you start hearing "stop!" or "you can't!" that means you have something they want. A cessation of hostilities! Well, now you might be in a position to negotiate terms! Don't give up!

Please, please, please don't give up. There is so much to be done.

#us news #us elections #michigan primary #protest votes #protest #democracy #democrats #democratic party #palestine #genocide #resist #nonviolent resistance #uncommitted

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Big Ethel Energy Season 2 Episode 29

I'm reacting strongly to what feels like literal ace/aro erasure and honestly aphobia the more I think about it. Aromantic, asexual, and or aroace people are really just getting their shit kicked in the narrative of this comic and it's upsetting.

They made the antagonist/source of conflict in Ethel's Season 1 narrative Jughead, who in Season 1 was very strongly implied to be aroace, but now they're just backtracking on both him being ace and aro.

It's so sad and frustrating to see.

Look Mr. Lodge isn't generally viewed in positive terms. He's associated with and concerned with money, self-interest, and his businesses, but the fact we're just getting judgement calls without even seeing evidence of Hiram character or what even his goal is with running for city council once again forces the reader to side with Ethel and her friends.

I love Nancy and her character, and of course when it comes to these situations you want the underdog who works hard and clearly cares about the city to win an election, but I don't think the comic takes into account that to be a contender in a political elections you need experience and resources to win. This panel might portray that it's Nancy's actions or resolve that is what might lead to her potentially losing this election, but honestly I think that it's a lack of experience and resources in which to convince people to vote for her for Mayor.

Now this? After a whole fucking season of alluding and pretty much confirming in all ways except explicitly through the words that that Jughead is asexual and/or aromantic.

It feels like a retcon or wishy-washy writing in which the author purposefully kept Jughead's sexuality and romantic identity vague (aka did not explicitly state he was asexual and/or aromantic) in order to keep him open to potential future love interests. It feels like an insult because the way Jughead is written in the first season and in particular his explanation to Ethel that he has never wanted sex and never wanted anyone romantically (the only exception to that is Trula):

(S1, Episode 58)

Yes, sexuality is fluid, but that is not what is going on in this case.

His sexuality in Season 1, which very clearly reads as Ace and/or Aro is just swept aside. The author is back tracking on their own writing and it's so frustrating and insulting to see because the Ace and Aro representation that we got with Jughead in Season 1 wasn't even remotely good or positive because he is put as Ethel's central antagonist in her personal story and narrative because he was an eighteen year old boy who has sex with Ethel in order to fully understand that he did not have any interest in sex or romantically attracted to her.

The whole first season, if you look at Ethel and Jughead's conflict, is simply the vilifying of asexuality and those who are aromantic. That's it. That is the crux of Ethel's entire conflict.

She blames all of her romance-based troubles on this one moment and one person without once looking inward. Jughead should not be held accountable or vilified because he had sex.

-SIGH- It is just so goddamn upsetting that this is the narrative that was portrayed and one along the way said or thought that anything was wrong.

And you know what? This perspective is even more upsetting and disappointing because the comic appears or tries to be inclusive as we explicitly have gay characters, trans characters, lesbian characters, disabled characters, and more who are open in their identities, but asexuality and aromanticism don't even get an explicit mention. The words "asexuality," "aromantic," or "aroace" are not once mentioned in the comic. Jughead isn't even the only character who qualifies as aromantic. Trula is written in a way that suggests she's aromantic (Season 1, Episode 48; Trula after being described to pick up guys one after the other states that relationships don't interest her), and yet asexuality and aromanticism are utilized as a source of conflict, are treated as erasable, and simply not treated with the same respect or standard as other identities are mentioned in this comic.

As I have stated it's frustrating and infuriating as a reader and especially as a reader who cares about asexuality and aromantic identities and its representation.

There was more I had to say about this episode but honestly Ethel's elitism can take a back seat as I find the topic of how BEE represents, treats, and writes about asexuality and aromanticism insulting.

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The funny thing about Chloe and Roger cop she never actually told Andre to fired Roger, he did that himself

Chloé: You're calling me a liar?! Daddy!

Mr. Bourgeois: Roger, I demand you search this girl!

Chloé: Ha!

Miss Bustier: Please, everybody!

Mr. Bourgeois: Need I remind you that as mayor of this city, I am your superior!

Roger: But sir, it's against the law! I can't just go--

Mr. Bourgeois: All right. Then you're no longer a police officer!

Roger: Mayor, you can't be serious! Over a missing bracelet?

Mr. Bourgeois: This is my daughter's bracelet we're talking about! You're incompetent and you're fired! Get out

Good point. Chloé didn't say shit.

Also like. Still voting on the fact that even if Roger couldn't immediately arrest someone, he still neglected to even acknowledge that a theft took place and do what he /can/ to solve the situation. Which is weird because he's also the one who calls in the swat team for (possible) skipped bus fare and gives out tickets "for making me use too many tickets, one more for your attitude, one because I can't sleep, one more because I'm seasick, one more because I say so-"

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Bluebell | Chapter 19

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"Lindsey, hurry up, we are gonna be late!"

"Mum, relax! The polls are still open for a few more hours" she says from upstairs.

"I know, but I want to meet with the girls and have a chat!"

"You mean gossip!"

"Whatever" Mrs. Smart says, rolling her eyes.

"We'll have plenty of time, don't worry" I say.

"I know, I know. Was Rúben nervous about today?"

"A bit, yeah. I texted him earlier and he said he didn't expect my uncle to win, but..."

That's all I've been doing with him and Mason since I decided to take a step back and think about what I wanted. Share some texts here and there, ask how they are doing. We haven't had time for much else, all of us busy with our jobs.

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"And there she goes, on her way to share the latest news" Lindsey says after while we watch her mum walk towards her friends.

"Hello there."

"Declan, hi" I say. "Did you already vote?"

"Yup. And don't worry, I voted for Rúben, not your uncle."

"Thank you. Though you didn't have to tell me."

"Nah, it's ok. Did you vote?"

"I'm not allowed to yet. Maybe on the next ones."

"Shame... What about the other poll going on? Did you already decide who you are voting for?"

"The what?"

"Mase told Ben and I about... You know. You finally deciding to pick one of them."

"Oh" I say. "He told you about that."

"We are his best friends" he shrugs. "And I'm sure Lindsey knows too."

"I know that she has finally chosen someone, but not who is the lucky one. Which is very rude if you ask me."

"They deserve to know first" I say.

"And when are you telling them?"

"After all this is over and we have a new Mayor.”

It took me some time, but I've finally made my decision. I did as Mrs. Smart told me, and thought about what I wanted. About my present and my future. And there was someone who I kept seeing when thinking about those things.

"Oh, we will definitely have a new Mayor" a high pitched voice says behind me. Victoria. Has he heard everything we've been talking about?

"Hello, cousin" I say, turning to look at her. "How are you?"

"Definitely better than you. You could do with a nap and some tanning, you are so pale..."

"I've spent the whole summer working, I didn't have time to lay in the sun doing nothing. Though it isn't something I enjoy" I shrug.

"Yeah, you prefer stealing boyfriends."

"You had broken up, Victoria."

"We were on a break."

"That isn't what Rúben said."

"Whatever" she says, moving her hand way to close to my face. "Once daddy wins the elections, your happy days will be over. He's gonna do everything he can to take Daisy's from you, and I will also win Rúben back. You'll be alone and penniless. Not even that stupid bartender will want you back."

"I'm not a bartender" Mason says behind her. "And you didn't call me stupid at Barbara's 21th birthday party. In fact, you called me..."

"Shut up!" Victoria says with one of her high pitched screams.

"Wait, did you..." I say, my eyes going wide.

"Yes" Mason says.

"No!" Victoria replies. “Nothing happened, and if you ever mention it again, I will ruin your life, Mount. Daddy will close that horrible place of yours, and you will find yourself living in the streets!"

"Oh, daddy, yes. That's what you called me."

"I.... Ah!" Victoria screams, everyone around us looking at her while she disappears among the crowd.

"Mason, did you really..."

"It was actually me" Declan says.

"What?" Lindsey and I say at the same time.

"I don't know, she's always been hot. A bitch, but hot" he shrugs. "We both were very drunk, and she thought I was Mase. Since then we've kept trolling her about it because... she kind of deserves it. She's never been the nicest to us."

"Oh my God" I say, trying not to laugh.

"And did she actually call you daddy?" Lindsey asks.

"She did. And it was... Awkward. Especially knowing that she calls her father daddy too."

"Ok, this is starting to get too weird for my taste" I say. "Should we go get something to eat? I could do with some chocolate."

"Oh, that sounds lovely. Boys?" Lindsey asks.

"I have to go back to the pub, everyone is going there now to have a drink" Mason says.

"We'll take you something. Recharging is very important” I say.

"It definitely is."

"Ok, those smiles are telling me there is some inside joke going on here, and I think I don't want to know about it" Lindsey says. "We'll see you later, Mount."

"Bye, guys" he says before leaving.

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"Rúben?"

"What?"

"Are you texting him?" Lindsey asks. "You have that stupid smile on your face, the one you always have when you text him."

"I don’t have a stupid smile when I text him” I say. But I do. I know I definitely do.

"Sure... Anyway, how is our brand new Mayor doing?"

"Busy" I say, sitting down at the kitchen's table. "What is that smell?"

"My eggs Benedict. The man who is staying on room five asked for them."

"And why do they smell so bad?"

"They don't smell bad" Lindsey says, leaning over the pan.

"They smell horrible. I think… I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Oh, c'mon, don't be mean."

"I'm serious, Linds. I... I..." I say, quickly running to the sink.

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"Here" Lindsey says, giving me a glass of water. "Did you have anything different for breakfast today?"

"No. Same as always."

"Maybe ate too fast?"

"I don't know. I was feeling ok, and suddenly..."

"You smelled my eggs, and boom" she laughs. "That was a super weird reaction. Reminded me of when my cousin Charlotte... No."

"No what?"

"Nothing, nothing. You can't be that stupid. Or can you?"

"Lindsey, I'm not following" I say, resting my head on the table.

"When you got all horny on your birthday, did you use protection of any kind?"

"I... No."

"You didn't? Oh my God, you didn't! Why?"

"There wasn't time."

"And now you can be pregnant."

"What?" I say, lifting my head so fast that everything around me starts moving.

"What I said about my cousin Charlotte... That's how she found out she was pregnant, because the smell of coffee made her sick."

"Oh... My God."

"Exactly."

"What am I going to do? Lindsey, what am I going to do if I’m pregnant?"

"We don’t know if you actually are, it may just some virus that is going around town. We have to make sure of it, and then, if it isn’t a virus... Then you need to tell them."

"But I don't know who..." I don't know who could be the father. What if he isn't the one I chose? What if they can't get along and I end up alone and with a baby? What if...

"Hey, it's ok, it's ok" Lindsey says, hugging me. "We'll figure this out, and we’ll doing it together, ok?"

"Yes" I say between sobs.

"I'm here for you. Always."

#mason mount #ruben dias #mason mount fanfic #ruben dias fanfic #mason mount x reader #ruben dias x reader #mason mount imagine #ruben dias imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

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Some more obscure facts about Lewis Nixon the shipbuilder and politics in 1920s

The other day, I found this piece in old newspapers that Lew’s grandmother was sitting in the box of the governor of New York Alfred E. Smith with Mrs Franklin D. Roosevelt in a Democratic convention compaigning for the election of governor of New York. I thought this was strange. I knew that Lew’s grandfather was briefly the leader of Tammany Hall, but very briefly, since he was tasked with the mission of cleaning up the corrupt Tammany Hall and failed miserably.

Alfred E. Smith was probably one of the most competent governor of New York in history, and he stayed in office for nearly the entire 1920s. His political legacy included eight-hour day for women and children, minimum wages, to grant state pensions to widows with children so they don’t have to be sent to orphanage if the mother can’t find a job to support the family. (Alfred Smith himself was a child of a widow and he was dropped out of school at age 14 to work at a fish market)

It turns out that Lew’s grandfather was a long-time friend with Alfred E. Smith. They were allies since 1918. When Lewis Nixon died in 1940, Alfred E. Smith was his pallbearer.

Franklin D. Roosevelt was a protege of Alfred E. Smith. He started compaigning for Smith since 1918 NY governor election, and worked for Smith’s every elections since then. However they turned against each other in fighting for the nomination of 1932 presidential election. Lewis Nixon the shipbuilder backed Alfred E. Smith everytime, and even supported him to run againt FDR in the 1936 presidential election.

1918, FDR first spoke for Alfred E. Smith (in the same news, Lew’s grandmother accepted the chairmanship of the Alfred E. Smith's Women's Campaign Committee of Greater New York. In the state of New York, women had the right to vote since 1918). In this election, Alfred E. Smith beat the incumbent governor Charles S. Whitman.

Actually, the incumbent governor Charles S. Whitman was the one who gave Doris away at her wedding with Stanhope in 1917.

In 1919, Lew’s grandfather was appointed by Alfred Smith as the superintendent of public works.

Shown below are a collection of newspaper clippings of Lewis Nixon throwing dinner parties for Alfred Smith:

By the way, in 1926 seven-yr old Lew participated in a model yacht competition. Grandpa browbeat him to name his boat “Mayor Walker”. That’s Jimmy Walker, another protege of Alfred E. Smith.

In 1928, Lewis Nixon, Franklin D. Roosevelt and Jimmy Walker were all invited to the wedding of Alfred Smith’s daughter Katherine.

Therefore, I believe lil Lew did indeed know FDR, because FDR was not only a close colleague of his grandfather’s besty, but also a immediate neighbor, for the Roosevelts lived at the opposite door to the Nixons on East 65th St.

FDR lived here and worked from here. This townhouse served as the compaign headquarter of Alfred E. Smith because FDR can’t walk to the actual headquarter on madison street.

Lew’s grandmother was still socializing with Eleanor Roosevelt in 1930 at least.

However, the Nixons sided with Alfred E. Smith when he and FDR fought for the Democratic nomination for the 1932 presidential election. FDR won.

Lew’s grandfather was still promoting Alfred Smith in the 1936 election, but Smith didn’t run this time.

Smith vehemently critisized FDR’s new deal. However, he was one of the first American politicians who publicly warned against the evil of Hitler and Nazis in early 1933 (mind you, in 1933, Hitler was still a fasionable strong man in public view)

Smith came to Roosevelt’s defense as the president sought to amend the country’s neutrality laws (i.e. to sell arms to Britain and France after they declared war on Germany).

Alfred Smith said Roosevelt was “is so obviously right, so obviously on the side of common sense”.

In 1944, when both men had only months to live, an acquaintance asked Smith what he thought of Roosevelt, who was running for a fourth term as president of the United States, Smith said “he was the kindest man who ever lived, but don’t even get in his way”.

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Carmela could still hear the echoes of her mother's wails even as Peacekeepers had dragged her all the way from the square to their tiny house on the outskirts of the village. Her brothers' teary eyes had stared up at her in horror at the sounds, entirely lost in the situation of their new reality. Her father had been the Peacekeeper ordered to stay and watch their mother after the reaping, both out of fear for her life and out of a duty he had to his District.

The family of five sat silently in their living room, not even the sounds of the two boys who would normally be playing with their wooden figurines could break the silence. Her mother stood up slowly from her seat, shuffling towards the kitchen silently as she robotically began making dinner from the scraps that were left in the cupboards. Carmela could see the shake in her hands as she attempted to cut up a carrot to put into the stew she was making.

"Do you need a hand, darling?" Hartley called out to his wife, only receiving a small shake of her head in response.

He turned away from her to face Carmela with a sigh, ensuring that Freya was far enough in the kitchen to not hear what he was going to say.

"You're mother can't know what I'm about to tell you. I heard from some of the Peacekeepers on the way back. They're rigging the vote." Hartley said, Carmela flinching in preparation for the words he was going to speak next. "They're rigging it so it's you."

"What?" Carmela whispered, her heart dropping to her feet.

"There's not going to be a single name in there besides yours, the Mayor will make sure of it." Her father sniffed, the usually emotionless man tearing up at the idea of his eldest being dragged away from their home to her death.

"Can't you do something? Swap out the names for someone else's?" Carmela practically begged her father. "They can't do that. What would the President do if he found out?"

"He won't care. All he cares is that two kids are sent from each District to their slaughter." He sighed, turning his head to see the hauntingly pale face of his daughter. "I'm sorry, Kid. All I can do is help prepare you for whatever you will face."

Hartley stood from the sofa, patting his daughter firmly on the shoulder before retreating into the main bedroom. In his wake, he left behind the shaking-scared girl, whose eyes had completely lost focus as she stared far off into the distance imagining the many ways the Capitol could make her meet her demise. Would she be speared through the chest? Shot through the head? Have her neck slit open and left to bleed like an animal? All she knew was that there was little chance she would ever see her younger brothers once she was shipped off to her death.

She wiped a stray tear from her eyes as she spotted the two boys had made themselves comfortable on the only standing sofa in the room, attempting to read one of the books Mrs Hadley had dropped round for them. Carmela chuckled to herself, already hearing the muffled arguing as they both tried to be the one to hold the book and read to the other. She slipped in between the pair, placing the book, which she now noticed was a very old copy of Harry Potter, onto her lap and beginning to read from the top of the page. The two boys snuggled themselves into either side of her, their eyes already starting to drift shut before their light snores filled the silence of the house.

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Harta giggled watching her mother and father chase each other through the fields behind their house, her younger sister sat beside her creating daisy chains and giggling alongside her. From the outside, the quartet seemed to not have a care for what had just been announced by the President only twenty minutes prior. But a keen eye would spot the dried tears painted across her mother's cheeks, the tremble in little Silver's hands as she tried, again and again, to thread the stems through one another, or how Harta herself was not even looking at her parents at all, but watching the sun shine over One for what could be her very last time.

All were affected by the announcement, bar one; Mayor Sitle. The man knew that his children would be safe, knowing very well that the Capitol would not want to anger the man who was in charge of their vast supply of Luxury goods by sending one of his precious daughters to their deaths. They wouldn't dare test the patience of such a powerful asset to their own wealth all for the entertainment of a few psychopaths high up in the Capitol.

"Mum, did they really mean what they said in The Square today?" Silver finally broke the silence.

Their parents came to a pause in front of their daughters, unable to answer the question as they too did not know if what had been said was true.

"I'm gonna be honest, Silvy." Mrs Sitle knelt before her youngest. "I have no idea. Whatever happens tomorrow and the days after that is completely in the hands of The Capitol."

"But what if it's me or Harta?"The twelve-year-old pouted, fiddling with the daisy chain bracelet on her wrist.

"It won't be, my darlings. I promise you." She lied through her teeth, already knowing they would have no control over tomorrow's ceremony, the Head Peacekeeper demanding to have control over the whole thing up until the actual reaping.

She pressed a firm kiss to each of their foreheads, pushing back their matching blonde curls and cupping their cheeks. They were the spitting image of their father, even down to the matching mole under their left eye. The only way anyone could tell they were even her daughters was their eyes; forest green, like the woods that stretched across the edge of the District. Even the crinkle in their nose as they smiled and snuggled into her hands matched that of her husband's, two perfect replicas of the love of her life. She couldn't imagine how she would react if either were picked tomorrow for the Games, how she would have to put on a brave face for all the cameras that were no doubt going to be pointed directly at the family. All she knew was that she would fight tooth and nail to get them back from the depths of hell known as the Capitol, even committing acts of treason and rebellion to do so.

"Should we start heading back, dear?" Her husband knocked her out of her thoughts, pointing to the incoming grey clouds. "Don't want to be caught out here when those roll in."

"Of course. It's almost time for dinner anyways." She sniffed, accepting his hand to stand as the girls began packing up their blankets and raced each other to the back door of the house.

"We have to do something." Mrs Sitle shook her head, turning to face the glum look on her husband's face.

"Commander Brookes won't let anyone but his top Peackeepers anywhere near where they're keeping the name ballot boxes. There's no way we could possibly mess with them in any way without being hanged for treason."

"Then I guess we're being hanged 'cause I'm not just accepting that our daughters might be sent to their deaths and we would have done nothing about it." She turned sharply from her husband, a plan already forming in her head as the blond man ran to catch up with her.

"God, I hate that I love you so much." Mayor Sitle huffed as he caught up with her. "Fine. What's the plan?"

She only smirked up at her husband, already knowing her husband would agree to anything she suggested, no matter how treasonous. The Sitle family would not be torn apart by something as cruel as the Games, not if the Mayor had anything to do with it.

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Hunter paced the length of his marble kitchen, his fingernails almost gone and bleeding from his insistent picking at them. His mother watched on in fear, already knowing the storm that was brewing in her son's mind. He was much like his father in that sense, not very quick to anger, but when the rage would finally tip over, no one was safe from it. It was what led them to move from their previous District to their new house in Two and why he was no longer in the picture.

"Hunter, why don't you sit down and eat something? Your food's going cold." Her fragile voice reached out to him.

"I'm not hungry." Hunter snapped, staring out the window as he could see the Gibbons boys playing in their back garden. "I'm going to go see Carmela."

"Maybe it isn't the best idea for you to see her, dear. You've heard what they've all been saying she did to poor Ver-" Mrs Voyage could barely finish her sentence before Hunter stormed over to slam his hands on the table in front of her.

"Don't you dare say that girl's name in front of me. She killed herself, Carmela had nothing to do with it." Hunter seethed at his mother, the vein in his forehead bulging with anger. "You should know better than to test me, mother."

Frida could only stiffly nod her head, scared if she moved too much she would receive a beating similar to the one last time she had mentioned the Mayor's daughter. Hunter stalked away from his mother in a huff, already knowing he was heading straight to the Gibbons's house whether she was going to accept it or not. The girl was his oldest and only friend in the District now that Vera was gone, there was nothing that would separate him from her. The door slammed so hard behind him as he stormed through it that the plaster from the ceiling cracked and fell to the floor slightly, covering his mother's home-cooked meal with the dust of the entire room and ruining all her hard work. Frida sighed as she pushed herself slowly up from the table, already moving towards their cupboard under the stairs where she knew the broom was after many occurrences of dinners and furniture being ruined from her son's anger. Looking out the window, she could see his figure storming up the hill towards town, frighteningly similar to the figure of his father.

As he passed the Justice Building on his way over to the other side of the town, he couldn't help but slip in through the back door, already knowing all the secret passageways from being best friends with his daughter. He smirked to himself when he found the spare key to the Mayor's office, the hiding place inside the bookcase in the corridor had not changed since Vera showed him it. Cracking the door open and hearing no noise from inside the room, Hunter welcomed himself inside, already knowing exactly which drawer to go into to find what he was looking for.

His hands shoved the bags of coins quickly into his pockets, filling them to the brim with stacks of notes and coins. As his hands began to come up bare, he finally looked into the drawer properly, spotting an envelope with the seal of his old district stamped onto the back. Curiosity got the better of the troubled teen and he was stuffing that into his pockets as well as the money.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor, alerting Hunter to the presence of either the Mayor or his assistant; the only two people who would enter this wing of the Justice Building. Scrambling to close the drawer he had been rifling through, he launched himself under the wooden desk as the door to the room swung open and shut quickly.

"Commander Hadley, what exactly was so important that it couldn't wait until I was done with my dinner?" Mayor Selman sighed, leaning back against his desk.

"It's about your daughter, sir." Hadley took his helmet off, resting it beside the man.

"What about her?" Selman stiffened, ready to fight his Head Peacekeeper if he dared utter a bad word against his deceased daughter.

"The rumours aren't true, the Gibbons girl had nothing to do with her death. It was the boy, that District hopper." Hadley gruffed. "Hunter Voyage is his name."

Hunter stiffened under the desk after hearing his name, already knowing exactly what words were going to come out of the Commander's mouth. He couldn't hear any more of it, covering his hands over his ears as the Commander recounted what he had been told by an unknown source in the District, already knowing exactly who it had come from. His skin crawled at the words he could still hear muffled through his hands, ready to pounce if too much was said.

As their conversation came to a close, Hunter found himself itching to leap from under the desk. He knew exactly where he was headed as the pair retreated from the room, setting as he stormed back through the building the opposite way to where he had come from. Officer workers lept out of the way at the ball of anger that raged through the halls, not caring enough about who the boy was to stop him in fear for the wrath that would be sent their way. The front doors to the building slammed into the concrete behind it as he raced down the stone stairs, his destination already locked and in sight.

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Pounding sounded on the Gibbons' front door, awakening the sleeping boys from their peaceful slumber on their sister's shoulder. Before the brunette could stand to answer the door, the doorknob was wiggling violently and the pounding continued; only louder this time.

"Carmela! Open the door! I need to speak to you!" A gruff voice boomed from the other side, Carmela's body going rigid with fear at the recognisable voice on the other side.

Her father came running back into the living room, his rifle at the ready at the commotion going on at his front door. His eyes immediately found those of his wife, nodding for her to move out of the kitchen and behind him, the kids following suit.

"She's not here, Hunter! Go back home!" Hartley shouted back at the boy, inching closer to the door as the pounding continued.

"I know she's here, Hartley," Hunter shouted back, the door almost giving way with how violently he smashed his hand into it. "I know what you said, you bitch!"

"Papa, what's he talking about?" Carmela whispered to her father, curling her fists into the back of his shirt.

"It's not just your name they're rigging into the vote." Her father turned his head to look back at his daughter, already seeing the cogs turn in her head as she realised what he meant.

"You can't do this to me, Carmela! You can't take me down with you!" Hunter's voice sounded closer than it had before like he was in the room with them. "I'll kill you, Gibbons!"

Suddenly the commotion outside their front door stopped for a moment, like the calm before the storm. Hartley inched himself closer to the wooden door, looking through the small peephole only to be met with a barren street.

"He's gone?" Freya whimpered, the two boys cradled to her chest.

"I think s-" Grunts and the sound of a body striking the ground cut Hartley off, followed by the commanding voice of Mr Hadley, the head of the Peacekeepers in Two.

"Oh, thank god." Carmela sighed, leaning against the door to look out the curtained window.

Hunter was face down in the dirt, blood streaming from his mouth as three Peacekeepers struggled to handcuff him. Commander Hadley had his rifle pointed at the boy, shouting words that fell blank to Carmela's ears. His stony, grey eyes met hers, sending a shiver of fear once again down her spine. His thrashing became more violent, three more Peacekeepers having to put all their weight into holding down the manic teenager. Hadley's rifle struck the boy thrice in the head before he finally remained limp in their arms enough for him to be released by all but two of them.

"He's going to get himself killed." Hartley tutted as he joined his daughter at the window. "Or at least get a good beating out of this. Bloody well deserves it."

Carmela could only stiffly nod, not moving from the window until the, now handcuffed, boy was shoved into the back of the Peacekeepers' van and turned down the end of the road. She remained at the window until the sun disappeared from the sky, her face being lit by moonlight. Her mind continued racing with thoughts of the following day's ceremony. How was she supposed to be rigged into the games to fight for her death when she would already be murdered at the hands of her old best friend?

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FNV Minor Character Poll - Preliminary Voting Round 6-B: NCR Brass

First image, top left: Dennis Crocker, NCR Ambassador at the NCR Embassy. —"I started my career over twenty years ago back in the NCR as the local mayor and worked my way up from there. I managed President Kimball's first run for a seat on the Council. I suppose that's why I have this ambassadorship."

First image, top right: Maj. Dhatri, NCR officer at Camp McCarran. —"[My former commanding] major froze up [during the Bitter Springs Massacre] and we couldn't get another word out of him. I took over and salvaged the situation as best I could. For my effort, I was promoted to major. Not quite the way I'd have wanted it."

First image, bottom left: Cap. Gilles, commanding NCR officer at Bitter Springs Refugee Camp. —"If this isn't a crisis situation, you'd better have a damn good reason for interrupting me."

First image, bottom right: Col. James Hsu, commanding NCR officer at Camp McCarran. —"On top of everything else, I can't send a patrol on a bathroom break without it being ambushed by someone who heard they were coming. So somebody's getting the word out."

First image, top left: Ranger Jackson, NCR ranger in charge of the Mojave Outpost. —"Thanks, I appreciate it. Come back here when you're done, I might accidentally 'lose' some supplies to pay you with."

First image, top right: Cap. Marie Pappas, head officer of NCR Military Police. —"I hear you've been meeting with Mr. House in the Lucky 38. I bet you think you're pretty special, don't you? Special or not, stay out of trouble and more importantly stay out of my way."

First image, bottom left: Cap. Parker, NCR commanding officer at Aerotech Office Park. —"This here's where folks go when their luck runs out. Drifters up from the Republic, locals that can't turn a dime, drunken reprobates from all around. If you don't have the caps to get onto the Strip, odds are you'll end up here."

First image, bottom right: Maj. Joseph Polatli, NCR commanding officer at Camp Forlorn Hope. —"If the brass back home could get their heads out of their asses long enough to send support, we could turn this all around."

(Preliminary Voting Round masterpost)

#fallout #fnv #fallout new vegas #dennis crocker #major dhatri #captain gilles #james hsu #ranger jackson #marie pappas #captain parker #joseph polatli #prelims

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On Oct. 13, the House Select Committee to investigate the Jan. 6 attack on the U.S. Capitol publicly voted to issue a subpoena to former President Trump seeking information about his involvement in the insurrection.

In response to the subpoena, Trump issued a letter to Select Committee Chairman Bennie Thompson (D-Miss.) calling Committee members “highly partisan political Hacks and Thugs whose sole function is to destroy the lives of many hard-working American Patriots, whose records in life have been unblemished until this point of attempted ruination” and called Congress’s Jan. 6 investigation a “Charade and Witch Hunt.” Trump then urged Thompson and other Committee members to examine the “massive Election Fraud” that Trump insists took place during the 2020 presidential election.

Trump also defended his actions leading up to and during the Jan. 6 Capitol attack, which were a point of scrutiny at the Jan. 6 Select Committee hearing on Oct. 13. Trump claimed that the committee “willfully ignored” that he allegedly recommended and authorized thousands of troops to be deployed to the Capitol in the days before Jan. 6 because he “knew, just based on instinct and what [he] was hearing, that the crowd coming to listen to [his] speech, and various others, would be a very big one, far bigger than anyone thought possible.” He then blamed Speaker Nancy Pelosi (D-Calif.) and D.C. Mayor Muriel Bowser (D) for the hours-long delay in the deployment of the National Guard to the Capitol during the Jan. 6 attack, arguing that he “did [his] job long ahead schedule” and that the “troops were ready to go.”

In closing, Trump lauded the “great American Patriots” who participated in the attack on the Capitol, and said that they “have had their lives ruined” by the Committee.

You can read Trump’s letter here.

Rep. Jamie Raskin (D-Md.) on Friday dismantled former President Donald Trump’s 14-page response to a subpoena from the House Select Committee investigating last year’s deadly U.S. Capitol riot.

Raskin, a member of the committee, told MSNBC’s Chris Hayes that Trump was already “playing his silly games” in the written reply from earlier that day.

“I mean, that letter, including the use of the royal ‘we,’ which was pretty jarring, is just an outrageous distraction from the reality to the extent that there’s anything substance or substantive there,” Raskin said.

The U.S. Representative reality-checked Trump over his remark that conservatives “feel” the 2020 election was rigged, saying that so-called MAGA Republicans have been unable to pinpoint how the vote was supposedly stolen. Such claims about a rigged election had prompted the Jan. 6, 2021, insurrection in Washington.

“They can’t say. They just have a feeling. And in fact, Trump uses that too in this enormously revealing letter, where he says lots of people ‘feel’ that there was fraud,” he added.

“I’m sorry. Your feelings, Mr. Snowflake, cannot dictate the course of the future of the republic. No, your feelings cannot dictate our elections.”

#us politics #news #lawfare #house select committee #capitol riot #capitol riot investigation #donald trump #2022 #rep. jamie raskin #huffington post #msnbc #chris hayes #Muriel Bowser #rep. nancy pelosi #rep. bennie thompson

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Diary of a Hawkins Hussy: A Stranger Things x Reader Anthology

Diary Entry #5: Larry Kline

Warnings: smut, swearing, alcohol use, size kink, praise/degradation, restraints, masturbation, sex toys, squirting, wax play, protected sex, orgasm delay, voyeurism/exhibitionism, dom/sub dynamic, sex tape, anal fingering

October 15th, 1984

Dear diary,

I'm very sad to say that Mr. Harris has passed away. His daughter, Beatrice has been handling all the arrangements. She came around to tell me that her father had left the store to both her and myself. We're meant to be partners in owning and running it, though she doesn't seem to have as much passion for it as I do. I never expected Mr. Harris to put me in his will at all, let alone leave me half of his business. But I'm very grateful that he had the faith in me to keep Waxed Out going after his passing. Beatrice said she'll leave most of the operations to me, but she'll check in once a month to look over the books to make sure everything is in order. I don't mind that one bit, the store is my baby, in a way.

The funeral is tomorrow, though I'm not sure many people will show up. Mr. Harris wasn't exactly a popular guy around town, especially in his later years. He's been known as the old, crotchety guy that shoos kids away with a broom if they linger a second too long in his shop. But I'll be there, because despite his rough exterior, he saw my potential and trusted me when I least expected it.

October 16th, 1984

Dear diary,

The funeral went exactly as I thought it would. There were very few people in attendance. Myself, Beatrice, a few others Ididn't recognize. One person showed up a little late, someone Ididn't think would attend such a bleak affair for an unpopular man. It was none other than Larry Kline, the Mayor of Hawkins. He showed up a little bit after the priest had already started giving the eulogy, but he just quietly joined our small gathering and listened to the words. Once Mr. Harris was lowered into the ground, though, Larry came over to talk to me...

"I'm sorry for your loss, miss. Was he your..." Larry says as he approaches you, his words trailing off. He's unsure how to finish the sentence, assuming you're one of Harris' relatives.

"Oh, no." You laugh lightly, before continuing. "He was my boss, I run Waxed Out Records. What brings you here, Mr. Mayor? I don't imagine a powerful man like yourself would be too familiar with Eugene Harris." You speak curiously. It's not every day that you see Mayor Kline out and about in the public eye, not without a barrage of reporters chasing after him, at least.

"Well, that's where you're wrong, young lady. I make it my mission to be familiar with every businessman, and woman, in our little town." Larry says with a slick smile. His eyes give you a rather thorough once-over, practically undressing you from your subdued black dress and pea coat. You find his obvious interest flattering, despite him being a supposedly happily married man. It's no secret to this sleepy little town that him and his wife are anything but happy together. They're also notorious philanderers, fucking nearly anything that moves in an effort to constantly one-up each other. But of course, they're the dutiful husband and wife in front of the cameras. Decency rules all when it comes to local politics.

"Is there any other reason that doesn't sound like a hollow campaign promise?" You retort, taking a moment to drink in his own appearance. He sure is easy on the eyes. He's tall, and handsome, with gorgeous, perfectly styled blonde hair. He wears snazzy suits and flashy ties, the ultimate image of modern conservatism. And damn, does he wear it extremely well. You'd never vote for him in a million years, but you wouldn't say no to him putting his 'ballot' in your 'box', either.

"Ooh, brutal honesty right off the bat! How...refreshing." He says suggestively. It's not a stretch to say that Larry Kline lacks nothing if not subtlety. "Forgive me, I realize I've been rather rude. I didn't catch your name."

"It's, Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N." You answer, and his smile grows even larger.

"That's a very pretty name, belonging to an even prettier young woman." He takes your hand in his lifting it up to his lips to press a brief kiss to your flesh. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Y/N."

"You really enjoy getting up close and personal with your constituents, don't you?" You ask teasingly, unable to help the flare of heat between your legs at the contact from his warm mouth.

"It's my favorite part of the job." He chuckles lowly, letting your hand out of his gentle grasp.

"I'm sure it is." You giggle, crossing your arms. "Well, I'd better get going, Mr. Mayor. I've got a shop to run."

"Please, call me Larry. We're friends now, after all." He insists, giving you a blatant look of desire. He's so confident, his ego blown up to gargantuan proportions with his practically insignificant political position. He's so sure of himself that you'll just drop to your knees and open wide, or spread your legs at the snap of his fingers. If you didn't find his recent decisions regarding small business in the town so repulsive, you'd probably be getting railed on Mr. Harris' fresh grave right now. He's gonna have to work a little harder if he wants to get you in bed, that's for sure.

"As you wish, Larry." You speak casually, adding a light rasp when you say his name. You notice his breath hitching at the sound of it, and you can't help smirking at his reaction. He must really get off on little conversations just like this one. The mere utterance of his own name from a beautiful woman's lips is enough to give him a goddamn semi.

"That's more like it." Larry says, very pleased with you accepting his 'friendship'. He cannot wait to pop by your little store and strengthen said friendship, you seem receptive enough to his veiled advances. And what he can make out of your body through your modest clothes is absolutely gorgeous. You're sure to be a great time, or so he hopes.

"I'll see you around, I'm sure. Have a good day, Larry." You bid him farewell, walking away without another word.

"Oh, believe me, I will." He turns to watch you make your way towards the parking lot, admiring the curve of your ass showing itself with every step. You can hear him whistle quietly to himself at the view, which makes you giggle silently.

October 20th, 1984

Dear diary,

You guessed it, the Mayor came by to visit me today. I'm surprised he waited so long, honestly. He seemed very eager to pursue me as another one of his conquests when we talked at the cemetery. I was certain he would show up the very next day. But perhaps that only shows my own intense desire to hop into bed with him. What can I say? As sleazy and morally bankrupt as he clearly is, he is so damn sexy I can hardly stand it. I've been thinking it over for days, contemplating every little detail of how it would go. But nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for what he actually had in mind...

"Well, well, well. Look what uninformed voter dragged in." You say jokingly as Larry comes waltzing through the door to the shop. He's looking dashing as always, not a hair out of place, wearing a typical spiffy suit framing his perfect body. You just know he's plenty built under there, he's far too self-absorbed not to be.

"I admire your wit, Y/N." He laughs at your crass comment. "Do you have a minute to talk? I have a rather...pressing issue I'd like to discuss with you." He says lowly, making his way over to the counter. Alex gives you both an odd look, but you just wave him off.

"Cover the register for me?" You ask him, though it's more of an order. He nods, taking your place on the stool. You go around to the other side of the counter, leading Larry to a more secluded part of the store. "What can I help you with, Mr. Mayor?" You ask, meeting his eyes.

He tuts at you being so formal, stepping a bit closer into your space. "I thought we'd established a first-name basis, Y/N." His hand reaches up to stroke your arm, his golden wedding band and pinky ring sending a chill up your spine.

"We have. I'm just teasing you." You playfully poke his chest, biting your lip. "So, what this 'pressing issue' you want to talk to me about?" You flirt, taking hold of the end of his tie. You fiddle around with it in your fingers, gazing up at him from under your lashes.

"Well, it's a bit top secret at the moment. But I'd love to have you over to my house to discuss it further." He speaks in a hushed tone, looking around the shop to see if anyone is watching you. Finding no one but an oblivious Alex, he turns to you again.

"Is that all we'd be doing, Larry? Talking?" You question, batting your eyes a little.

"No. We could get to know each other better, too. Have a drink, expand our...understanding of one another." He grins slyly at you. It's an interesting sight to see him speaking in innuendo, like it's a second language. Lucky for you, you're quite the master in that department as well.

"This friendship of ours must be very important to you. Inviting me to your house, wanting to get close to me. What makes you so sure I want any of that?" You ask, playing coy. You tug on his tie a little, drawing a small gasp from him.

"Mmm, I like it when you play hard to get." He hums, leaning in even closer to you. You can smell his luxury cologne and Cuban cigars in the proximity, the scent dizzying your head. "I could make it worth your while, Y/N. Name your price." His words drift past your ear, oozing with temptation. "What is it that you want? Hm? A new car? A spacious apartment? Designer clothes?" He lists off all the material things he suspects you could possibly want. But you don't really care about any of that. What you really want, is to fully own this business, to not have anyone hanging over your head. You want this place to be one-hundred percent yours, without uninterested heirs getting in the way.

"I want to buy out Beatrice Harris." You say without thinking. His eyes light up, which makes you feel like you've just made a deal with the devil. He doesn't waste a single second before responding to your request.

"Consider it done. Now, for your end of the bargain." Larry says, pulling out his wallet. He takes out an American Express card, handing it your way. "Take this credit card and go to the Love Hut. Ask for Tina, she'll have you fitted for something special. Wear nothing but your coat over it, and come to my house tomorrow night at seven sharp. Understand?" He rattles off these instructions, making it very clear that you aren't the first person he's done this with. And you certainly won't be the last.

"Uh...yeah." You answer awkwardly, taking the card in your hand.

"Problem?" He asks, realizing he might be moving a little too fast for you.

"No, I...I'm just surprised." You explain, his eyebrow raising for further insight. "I'm surprised that I even asked, and even more so that you said yes." You add, and he nods.

"I tend to have that affect on people. I do my best to give people what they want, and then they give me what I want in return." He replies, as if you didn't just agree to have sex with him in exchange for financial gain. If you didn't want this store to be yours so badly, you'd probably feel utterly disgusted with yourself. "Do we have a deal, Y/N?" He asks, ensuring that you actually want to go through with this. He may be a shady bastard now and again, but that doesn't mean he has no heart.

"Sounds fair enough to me. I'll be there." You answer confidently, putting Larry's credit card in your pocket.

"Perfect. I'll be looking forward to seeing you tomorrow night. Make sure you're well rested. You're gonna need it." Larry says with that same smile you've seen on all his campaign posters. He checks his surroundings one last time, and gives you a light kiss on the cheek oncr he finds the coast to be clear.

"Yes, sir." You playfully salute him, stomping your foot like the soldiers do in movies. He chuckles in response, shaking his head at you messing around. You're sure to make a very entertaining playmate tomorrow. He heads on his way, and you return to your spot behind the counter once more. Alex gives you your chair back, along with an odd look.

"What was that all about?" He asks, wondering what the mayor of all people would find so important to talk to someone like you about.

"Just a business opportunity." You shrug, smiling to yourself at the vague words.

"Whatever you say, boss." Alex rolls his eyes, going to the sound system to put on a different album.

October 21st, 1984

Dear diary,

This morning I took off work so I could go to the Love Hut like Larry asked me to. It appears there's something very specific that he wants me to wear when I go to his house tonight. I shouldn't really be so surprised, but I can safely say I've never worn anything close to what I got fitted for today...

You pull up to a shabby looking store on the outskirts of Hawkins, with a very faded sign bearing the name 'The Love Hut'. It doesn't take a genius to know that it's a sex shop, obviously hidden away for fear of pissing off the Bible thumpers. You kill the engine as you look the place over. Chipped brick, cracked pavement, and bars on the small square windows blocked out with black paint. You definitely don't feel uneasy about stepping inside at all.

You step out of the car, noting the only other vehicle in the small gravel lot. A rusty white pickup, with various bumper stickers that say things along the lines of 'honk if you love cock' and 'I break for studmuffins'. You snort at the silly sayings, and make your way inside. An electronic bell tone plays when you step through the door, alerting the establishment of your presence.

"ID?" You hear a gruff female voice say to you. You look towards the source of it, finding a curvaceous woman behind a glass counter displaying numerous whips, dildos, and butt plugs. She's dressed in a tight black tank top, and even tighter leather pants, from what you can see. Thick, curly dark hair frames her perfectly done-up face, and she taps her long, cherry red nails on the counter with impatience. Badass tattoos cover a good portion of her weathered skin, putting her somewhere around her late forties.

"Oh, um. Yeah, just a sec." You say awkwardly. You reach into your purse, digging around for your ID to hand to her. You walk closer as you fish for the little card, pulling it out once you've reached her. "Here ya go." You say with a smile, handing it to her. She gives you a suspicious glance, reading the birth date on the card in her manicured hand.

"Alright. What can I do for ya, kid?" She says as she hands the card back. You notice the fading name tag resting over her ample left breast, which reads 'Tina'.

"Oh, actually, I was told to ask for you. To get fitted?" You reply, completely unsure if she's going to know what you're talking about.

Tina snorts out a laugh, nodding in understanding. "Another one of Larry's little playthings, huh?" She asks rhetorically. "Come to the back with me." She ushers you to your left, toward a slim hallway leading to what looks like a dressing room. You follow behind her, listening to her heels click on the scuffed tile floor. You glance at all the vibrators, restraints, and other sexy things that fill the walls of the shop along the way.

"How often does he send girls here?" You ask her curiously, though you're not too sure you actually want to know the answer.

"Oh, I'd say I've seen about...thirty girls, at least? But never the same girl twice." She replies, no particular tone in her voice. She's grown rather used to this routine, though she does pity some of the pretty young things that venture to her business for this purpose. "Did he give you a color to wear, honey?"

"Uh, no. Does he usually do that?" You raise an eyebrow, wondering if he perhaps did tell you and you just forgot. You'd hate to show up in the wrong outfit and get turned away, you don't have any intention of this not working out.

"Sometimes. And again, it's almost always different. The man sure does like variety." She chuckles, going for one of the many overflowing racks of bustiers, corsets, and other lingerie that are stuffed back here. The 'dressing room' is really just three refurbished bathroom stalls with the toilets taken out and the floor filled in, and flimsy red curtains on shower rings to offer a sliver of privacy. Floor-length mirrors are glued to the wall, though the edges have begun to lift through the years.

"Oh. Well, is there anything he hasn't seen a girl in yet?" You ask, thinking of this as an opportunity to really 'wow' Larry when you show up to his house tonight.

"That would definitely be a tough one. But I promise you, sweetie, he'd be impressed if you showed up in a goddamn potato sack!" Tina jokes, making you laugh and loosen up a little. She's a nice enough woman, more than happy to assist you in this task. Though you don't suppose this business of hers is exactly booming.

"Oh, I'm sure he'd love that." You giggle. "But as they say, I'll try anything once." You add with a shrug. You're willing to squeeze your body into any amount of lace or latex, if it means getting Waxed Out all to yourself.

"You really wanna impress him?" Tina asks mischievously, her eyes darting through the garments to find the perfect thing. She takes into account every other girl Larry has sent to her, remembering every design, hue, and fabric she's dressed them in to appease his appetites. She pulls out a complex set, with lots of straps and buckles, built out of slick, shiny red pleather. It gleams in the fluorescent lights of the store, almost reflective as she presents it to you. "How 'bout we try this?"

"You've read my mind, Tina. Let's see how it fits." You smirk, taking the hanger from her hands and going into one of the stalls to try it on.

"I'll get you some fishnets and pasties, too. I have some that match this set perfectly." Tina says excitedly through the curtain, her clicking footsteps walking back to the front of the store.

"Okay." You briefly answer her. You set down your purse, and put the hanger on the loose-hanging hook on the stall wall. You take off your shirt, pants, and bra, leaving your panties on for the sake of being sanitary. You slip into the crotchless thong first, then the garter belt. Next, you loop your arms through the thick shoulder straps of the cup-less bustier, closing the front clasps tight. Your tits are held up perfectly by the sturdy material, the garment acting as a bra without actually covering your breasts at all. You've definitely seen items like these before, mostly in the dirty videos you've rented. Society can say what it will about porn, but you find it just as entertaining as any man ever could. And the kinkier, the better.

The final pieces of this ensemble are some arm-length gloves and thigh-high boots, leaving you covered head to toe in the surprisingly comfortable fabric. It's quite warm, but far more breathable than you originally anticipated. And as you gaze at yourself in the mirror, you can tell that Larry is going to flip when he sees you in this. "Damn, I look hot." You say to yourself, a rush of confidence and arousal flowing through your body.

"How do you like it? Did you get into it alright?" Tina asks, standing outside of the curtain once more.

"Yeah, it looks sexy as hell! I'll definitely take it!" You reply, taking one last good look before peeling it all off and putting your own clothes back on. You hand it back to Tina, who takes it and the accessories she gathered for you to the register. You pay with Larry's card, and she bags everything up for you.

"Knock 'em dead, honey." Tina smiles, sliding the paper bag across the counter.

"Oh, I will. And thank you for helping me out. I would've been totally lost on my own." You smile back, grabbing the handles of the bag.

"No trouble at all, kid. Don't be a stranger. Even after your little arrangement with the Mayor is over and done with." She says.

"I'm sure I'll be back sometime soon." You give her a gentle nod, and head outside to your car. You put your new purchase in the passenger's seat, and drive back home to your apartment. Only seven hours left until you'll be showing up to Larry Kline's house wearing nothing but this sexy get-up, and a long coat to conceal it all away.

...I've spent a good portion of this afternoon pacing around my apartment once I came back from The Love Hut. I couldn't sit still for a single second, I've been too busy buzzing with excitement for tonight. I've tried reading, watching TV, taking a shower. Nothing can settle me down, diary. I'm far too wired to focus on anything except whatever the hell Larry expects me to do with him. I am a little nervous, but at the end of the day, it's just sex. I'm great at sex, I could probably be labeled an expert to a certain degree.

I just need the damn clock to move faster. I've got my sexy outfit all set to go, and I'm ready to give Larry Kline a good time he'll never forget. I know this is only going to happen once, but I still want to give it my all, to leave him begging me for more. I am gonna rock his fucking world tonight, and I'm gonna have a blast doing it.

October 22nd, 1984

Dear diary,

Last night has got to be one of the kinkiest experiences of my entire life. Look, I knew from the jump that the mayor was gonna be a freak. And I have no objections to that whatsoever. But, my god, I truly underestimated how filthy and depraved this man actually is. Where to begin in telling you every last gorey detail, I wonder...

You pull up to the curb of Larry Kline's large, two-story house. You take a moment to look at it in all its glory, it's possibly the most beautiful home you've ever seen in real life. It's pristine, and tidy, with a perfectly laid brick walkway, and trimmed shrubbery lining the property. Two large lion statues sit on pillars about halfway up the path to the house, evoking the image of ferocity and strength. "Holy shit." You murmur at the sight before you. It truly is a gorgeous house, and you can't wait to see how much moreso it is on the inside.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves that have been building from the moment you left your apartment. You pick up your purse, and open the car door to let yourself out into the crisp fall air. You smooth down your coat, and walk as casually as you can towards the stained-glass front door. But with every step you take, you feel an unbearable anticipation building inside of you. As much as you've mentally prepared yourself for this, you truly have no clue what version of Larry Kline waits for you on the other side of that door. Before you can have a thought to change your mind and turn the other way, you're standing on the front step, ringing the doorbell to alert him of your presence. Not a second later, he opens it up. It appears he's been impatiently waiting, peeking out the window to make sure you're on time.

"Y/N. So nice to see you, come in." Larry says with a smile, opening the door wider to let you inside. You walk past him cooly, taking note of his particular attire. He's wearing a red silk robe and matching house slippers, with a half-smoked cigar clamped between his teeth. His free hand holds a crystal glass of scotch, which he vehemently takes a sip from once he shuts the door.

"It's nice to see you too, Larry. You've got a lovely home." You reply in awe as you take in your surroundings. There's a chandelier above the foyer, and a zebra-skin rug beneath your boot-clad feet. The carpet and walls on the first floor are white and pristine, and a large piano sits in the living area. Crystal light fixtures adorn the walls, and there's a countless number of rooms from what you can see. "Oh, let me give you your card back." You say abruptly, reaching inside your purse. But he quickly puts a hand on your arm to stop you.

"Don't worry about that right now, Y/N. We have things to discuss." He says lowly in your ear, gesturing towards the living room. You step forward in the direction he's pointed out for you, and he follows close behind. "Please, have a seat." He instructs, and you sit down on the plush off-white couch. "Would you like a drink?" Larry asks as he goes to refill his own glass at the little bar station across from you.

"Sure." You answer nervously, fidgeting with your hands. You really are in the belly of the beast now, and it's far more intimidating than you thought it would be.

"Is scotch alright?" He asks, looking to you while holding the fancy decanter of booze over an empty glass.

"Yeah. With ice, please." You reply, thinking some alcohol will help loosen you up.

"I'd usually consider that an insult. But for you, I'll let it slide." Larry chuckles, opening a bucket on the side of the little table and retrieving a large cube of ice from inside. He plops it in your glass, which makes a small clinking sound. He pours the scotch over top, and comes to sit beside you. You can see that he's already a little bit hard once he sits down, his cock making an indent in his robe. He hands you your drink, taking the cigar out of his mouth. "You look beautiful, by the way." Larry says, once again attempting to undress you with his eyes. You're sure if he could actually do so, they'd pop right out of his skull.

"Thank you. You look very...relaxed." You comment, taking a large sip of your drink. The scotch goes down so smooth, leaving almost no burn in your throat. This shit must be expensive.

"Well, I like to be comfortable." He says casually, leaning back into the couch. It's very strange to see the mayor unwind in his natural habitat.

"You said you wanted to talk to me about some 'top secret' thing?" You ask, growing more curious by the second. The way he hinted at it in the record store made you feel particularly special that he was telling you of all people about it.

"Ah, yes. Business then pleasure. Just the way I like it." He answers with a laugh, taking a pull of his cigar. "Well, there's a new project I'm working on for Hawkins. A shopping mall, actually." Larry explains.

"And what does that have to do with me?" You ask curiously.

"Well, you see, Y/N. Shopping malls have become quite popular these last few years. They host numerous shops and restaurants, and bring jobs and economic growth. And I was thinking, that perhaps you'd like to be a part of it." He says, making this little plan of his sound too good to be true.

"How would that work, exactly?" You keep pressing him, needing as much information about this as possible. Larry Kline is a sleazebag, first and foremost. And a slick, shiny new shopping mall sounds exactly like another one of his schemes.

"Well, your store seems to do pretty well in the downtown Hawkins area. But I think you could do even better in this new mall I'm building. A second location! Or moving the original one into the mall space. It would be completely up to you, but I think it'd be very lucrative, profit-wise." He speaks excitedly, really selling it to you. But in the way a cheap car lot pawns off junkers that'll crap out in a few months.

"I don't know, Larry. This idea sounds like it would kill the small businesses in town...and don't those malls usually put in a Sam Goody store? You know, the direct chain competitor of little indie shops like mine?" You ask accusingly. You don't plan on agreeing to anything about this offer of his without some real, honest answers.

"Well, yes." Larry starts, almost stuttering. "Usually, they do. But I could have Waxed Out put in instead of Sam Goody, if you accept this offer. I'm not trying to force you into anything, Y/N. I can tell you're a smart woman who doesn't stand for bullshit. I admire that about you." He says sweetly, brushing some loose hairs out of your face. He looks at you sincerely, well, as sincerely as a snake preparing to strike possibly can. "It's just something to consider. If you're confident in your business, I'm sure it can perform well in or outside of the mall. Just...think about it. Can you give me that at least?" He says with that same alluring tone he used on you yesterday.

"Alright, I'll think about it. You sure know how to sell yourself, Larry." You chuckle, taking the last big gulp of your drink.

"What can I say? I never go down without a fight. Would you like another?" He offers, reaching for your glass.

"No, I'm alright. I was thinking we could move on to the pleasure portion of the evening." You say suggestively, putting your hand on Larry's thigh. You scoot yourself closer to him, his eyes following your every move.

"Sure thing. I'll need to set some ground rules first, if that's alright." He finishes his own scotch, putting out his cigar in the empty glass.

"Lay it on me, baby." You giggle, feeling much more relaxed now that the alcohol has begun to work its way through your system.

"Okay. So, number one: nothing that happens here leaves this house. I have a reputation to uphold, after all." He says sternly, almost threateningly. But you get it. He's a public figure, and he can't have it getting out that he has women coming to his house for kinky sex. You nod in understanding, and he continues. "Number two: I have a very specific way of doing things, so I need you to follow my instructions to the letter." You nod again. "And number three: if you ever feel uncomfortable or want to stop, just say the word 'papaya', and we'll stop or change course. Sound fair enough?"

"Yes. More than fair." You answer quickly, getting very anxious to get this going. You want him to see what you've got on under your coat. You want to touch and please him, as well as have him do the same for you.

"Good. How 'bout we get warmed up a little first?" He asks lowly, putting a hand on your waist.

"Please." You don't mean to come off so desperate, but the pressure building between your thighs is driving you insane. He chuckles at the pitch of your voice, leaning in to press his lips to yours. "Mmm." You immediately moan into the kiss, letting him pry your lips open with his tongue. Your ruby red lipstick smudges on your face and his as your tongues start to roll against each other. You bring your hands into his hair, tugging lightly on it to keep him close to you.

"Let's see what's under this coat, hm?" He says between hungry kisses, the scent of straight scotch and cigar smoke fanning from his breath. He pulls on the large buttons of your coat, slipping them through the holes to open you up like a Christmas present. He pulls away for a moment, giving you the chance to take the coat all the way off. The thick sleeves fall off your arms, the material pooling around your ass. Larry's eyes widen at the sight of you, unable to believe what a vision you are. "Wow." He murmurs, taking in your intricate ensemble.

Thick, red fabric that shines in the light is practically painted on your flesh. Symmetrical strokes form an elaborate garter belt, thong, and cup-less corset, with arm-length gloves and impossibly high boots to finish it off. Your tits hang taut and plump over the cut-out swoops, matching pasties covering your nipples. Gold buckles and fasteners compliment the outfit, keeping you firmly packed into it.

"I was hoping you'd be impressed." You blush under his gaze, relieved that you've picked the right look for this evening.

"Oh, believe me, I am. You look fuckin' amazing, Y/N." Larry says in admiration, his erection becoming much more prominent in his robe. It's forming a tent in the silk now, you lick your lips at the sight of it. "May I?" He asks, reaching his hands out to touch you.

"Knock yourself out." You give him permission, eager to feel his hands all over your body. He goes right for your tits first, squeezing them in his large hands. "Fuck." You moan quietly, watching as he massages your breasts in a firm yet gentle grip.

"You're absolutely perfect. So damn sexy..." Larry trails off, lowering his head to kiss your neck. You whimper at his teeth and tongue quickly coming out to play, slipping your gloved hands under his robe to touch his bare chest. You feel his muscles, playfully flicking his nipples to get a rise out of him. He groans against your throat, which tells you he likes what you're doing very much. You keep going, lowering your hand to take hold of his erection through the silk material. "Fuck, Y/N." Larry moans aloud, clumsily bringing his face down to your chest. He plants wet, sloppy kisses all over your tits, playfully biting your nipples through the pasties.

"Shit...should we take this upstairs?" You ask, still groping him through his robe.

"Mmm, yes please." He smirks against your breasts, giving you one last little nibble before pulling away. He promptly stands up, taking you by the hand to bring you upstairs. You follow him mindlessly, distracted by the change of scenery as you ascend the steps. Purple carpet covers the floor on the second story, and floral wallpaper meets halfway with white squared moulding. Larry leads you down a long hallway, passing by prestigious bedrooms and bathrooms, as well as a home gym. He brings you to a dark wood door, fishing out a small key from his robe pocket to unlock it.

He opens it to reveal what you never thought you'd see inside the home of someone like him. It's a full-fledged play room. Whips, paddles, gags, and cuffs hang on the walls. An ornate table sits against the back wall with a large spread of toys laid out neatly upon it, and a video camera rests on a tripod in the corner, the little red light already blinking. A large bed sits in the middle of the room, with a television set situated across from it. The room is much darker than the rest of the house, at least in terms of decor. Black silk sheets on the bed, dark red wallpaper with intricate designs creeping from the floor to the mirrored ceiling. You suppose it's meant to reflect Larry's clandestine desires.

"Damn." You murmur, completely mesmerized by the endless possibilities presented to you.

"What do you think of my play room, Y/N?" Larry asks, his hands snaking around your waist. He gently presses himself into you, his hard cock brushing against your ass.

"I love it. I never took you to be so adventurous." You say honestly, sighing blissfully at his hands running over your bare skin.

"You could say I'm a man of many appetites." He chuckles against your skin, laying blazing kisses on your neck.

"So, you wanna tie me up now?" You ask, gazing at the leather cuffs on each of the four bed posts. You gather that having you splayed out for him is what he's after.

"Oh, no, Y/N. You misunderstand. Those restraints are meant for me." Larry burns, biting down harshly on your throat.

"Oh." You gasp in surprise, both at the sting of his teeth, and that you've completely misread the situation. You are meant to dominate him. This could be fun, you think to yourself. "Well, in that case..." You pause, pulling away from him and turning around. You confidently meet his eyes, and give your first order. "...take off your robe and get on the bed." He smirks at you slipping into this role with ease, pulling the strap around his waist to open the robe. He steps out of his slippers, and reveals his completely naked body to you. Larry's just as fit as you suspected, well-defined muscles along his arms, chest, and thighs. And the cherry on top is the long, thick cock swinging between his legs. "Holy shit." You murmur, eyes bugging at how huge he is. You've never seen a dick so big. No wonder he acts like an egomaniac.

"I know, it's pathetic, isn't it?" Larry laments, putting himself down. This leaves you very confused, he's easily got a good ten inches attached to him.

"What?!" You ask in surprise. "No! It's-" you're about to tell him the exact opposite, but he shakes his head to stop you.

"It's the smallest cock you've ever seen." He states, giving you a knowing look. "Say it." Larry orders, and it finally clicks for you. He wants you to degrade him, to question his manhood.

"Oh." You nod, smiling in understanding. This is definitely new territory for you, but you'll play along. "That's right. Your dick is so small, I can barely even see it." You say lustfully, bending down and pretending to squint to find it.

"Do you still want to do this? I understand if I'm not man enough for you." He says in faux self-pity. He's not actually asking, it's all a part of the game.

You stand upright, shrugging your shoulders. "I can make it work. I'm sure something in here can get me off." You reply carelessly, gesturing at the surplus of toys around the room. "Now, I believe I told you to get on the bed. I'd hate to have to repeat myself." You warn, putting your hands on your hips with authority. Larry exhales shakily, growing more excited by the second. You're taking to this like a fish to water, not missing a beat. He climbs onto the bed without a word, laying his head on the pillow, with his arms and legs spread for you to cuff him. "Oh, look. You can follow simple instructions. Good for you." You speak sarcastically, rolling your eyes as if you're completely unimpressed. But on the inside, you are squealing with delight at how fun this is truly going to be.

You trap his ankles and wrists one by one in the thick cuffs, and then stand at the foot of the bed to look him over. He's already breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly, awaiting your next move. His cock stands at attention, the tip red and swollen with need. You have no idea how you're going to fit all of him inside you, let alone pretend that you can't feel him at all. But you have a feeling you don't need to worry about that for some time.

"What next, mistress?" Larry asks, hoping you'll fully take the lead here.

"Ooh, mistress...I like that." You say with a laugh, taking a moment to look around the room. "I can use anything I want?" You question, making sure Larry is okay with whatever you might choose.

"You can use anything in this room on me, or yourself. But, could I make a suggestion?" He asks politely.

"I don't see why not. Gotta find some way to pass the time, since I'm sure that puny dick of yours won't last long." You play up your disdain, both of you finding it very arousing. You're already extremely wet, just waiting for the opportunity to do something about it.

"How about you play the tape I have in the VCR?" He asks, nudging his head to the television sat behind you on a tall dresser. You do as he asks, turning on the TV and pressing 'play'. The video comes on, and you can already see that it's a tape of whoever was Larry's previous encounter. She's a tall, slim woman with blonde hair and tanned skin, dressed in lime green lingerie. She's very beautiful, and Larry is in his seemingly typical position on the bed.

"You naughty boy. You really expect me to watch you fuck one of your other whores?" You ask, playing up your anger. But if you're perfectly honest with yourself, the thought of this is actually really hot.

"You can punish me if you like, mistress. Make me pay for disrespecting you." He practically begs, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. Larry is getting antsy, and it's a very amusing thing to see.

"I think I just might." You reply flatly, looking carefully around the room to find your first instrument of torture. You go over to the table, gazing at the array of vibrators. Purple and pink silicone, rigid plastic, some with remotes, others with many settings, in all manner of shapes and sizes. This gives you a very evil idea. You pick up a thick, pink rabbit from the line-up. Something to help stretch yourself out a little. You turn to him with the toy in hand, and his face lights up. "What are you smiling about?" You ask accusingly, tapping the vibrator in your hand as a means of intimidation.

"Nothing." Larry blurts, fixing his face.

"That's what I thought." You go back over to the bed, climbing onto it and finding a position for yourself. You're sitting perpendicular to Larry's body, legs spread wide and knees tented, your feet resting under his arm and stomach. This position gives him a perfect view of your soaked pussy. This spot also allows you to watch the tape with him, and use it to your advantage.

"You're so beautiful, mistress." Larry says breathlessly, licking his lips at your arousal glistening in the mood lighting.

"Thanks. I get that a lot." You say in a cocky tone, locking your eyes with his as you slowly drag your gloved hand down the front of your body. It slithers between your tits, making its way over your stomach, past your hips. Until you reach the spot you've been dying to have touched all night. Your clothed fingers slip clumsily over your clit, making you moan aloud. The material of the gloves is cold, shocking your senses. You continue to touch yourself, exploring every fold in your tender flesh. Larry can't take his eyes off of you, a thick bead of precum rolling down his cock at how gorgeous you are like this. "Watch the tape, baby." You politely order.

"Okay." He nods, and his eyes painstakingly yank themselves away from you to focus on the screen. You decide to take a little look for yourself, too, checking out the competition. The woman is hunched over on the side of the bed, taking all of Larry's inches past her lips and deep down her throat. He moans loudly with every stroke of her plush mouth, the desire to fuck her face reading so plainly on his features. You rub slow circles over your bundle of nerves, listening closely to every groan and gasp he makes on the tape.

"Fuck." You mutter, venturing further down between your legs. Your press two fingers inside yourself, a pathetic moan escaping you as you start to pump them in and out at an agonizing pace. Larry's eyes flick to you for a moment, his cock twitching at the image of your digits disappearing into your cunt. You keep going like this for a little while, warming yourself up slowly and steadily. Consistent moans and whimpers leave you, with him stealing looks your way every single time.

"What's my punishment, mistress?" Larry asks, breaking your concentration. You turn your head to look at him, remembering the vibrator you'd picked out.

"Isn't it obvious? I get to have fun, and you only get to watch." You explain, taking your fingers away now to put the toy to good use. You click the button on the bottom to turn it on. It buzzes to life, almost falling out of your grip. You click it a few more times, finding the highest setting. You lower the silicone tip to your clit, your hips jolting at the intense pleasure that shoots through your center. You carefully drag the toy through your folds, already sensing a knot beginning to build inside your belly. "Fuck...feels so good." You breathe, gazing down at your pussy for a moment. You're already such a mess, a trail of your slick running from your entrance to your ass and soaking into the bed.

"You're so wet, mistress. I wish I could taste you." Larry says, his wrists straining against their bindings.

"I suppose you can have a little taste." You tut, swiping a gloved finger between your legs to gather some of your arousal. You get onto your knees, before leaning over his bound body to bring the little morsel to his starving lips. He takes the entire length of your finger in his mouth, moaning at the sweet, musky flavor of you. "Does that taste good, little piggy?" You ask darkly, his eyes snapping open at what you've just called him. You're worried you've gone too far. You're not even sure where that came from. But it felt right, in the moment. "Sorry, was that weird?" You question, biting your lip nervously.

"Not at all. Keep using that." He shakes his head, assuring you that he finds it more than satisfactory. No one else has fully committed to this role he's paid them to play. Not like you. And by God, he's going to enjoy everything you throw at him.

"Okay. Good." You giggle in relief, returning to your previous position and bringing the vibrator back to your pussy. This time, though, you press the rubbery head of the toy against your entrance. You whimper as you slide the entire length of it inside of you, your abdomen filling up with intense vibrations. You start to pump the toy at a steady pace, the delightful buzz ramping you up further while your brush against your g spot again and again.

Your eyes go to the television again, finding the woman in green riding Larry's massive dick with her body facing the camera. She's using one of the smaller whips to smack his balls every time she lands on him. She moans so loud, unable to keep up the illusion that the man beneath her is anything other than extremely well-endowed. You can hear him making many noises on the tape, though you cannot see his face. But his thighs jerk with every crack of the whip on his testicles, you swear you can see the loose skin of them tightening in the slightly grainy footage. Every second you witness of his sexual encounter with this mystery girl drives you closer to the edge.

"Fuck." You moan, rolling your hips to meet the thrusts you make with the toy. Your free hand rubs tight circles around your clit, adding more pleasure to the mix. You recognize that you've been neglecting Larry a little bit, finding his face laser-focused on everything you're doing to yourself. "You like watching me play with my pussy, piggy?" You ask breathlessly, drawing his eyes to yours for a moment.

"Yes, you're so beautiful, mistress. And I can hear how wet you are..." He trails off, unable to concentrate on talking much. Your unabashed display of self-pleasure is driving him wild. Larry swears he could cum just from watching you. His cock aches with the need to feel you. Mouth, hand, pussy, it doesn't matter.

"Am I prettier than her?" You question, fucking yourself just a little bit faster.

"Oh, yes. You're miles above her, mistress. The most gorgeous creature I've ever seen." His words make you blush, even though you can't tell if he truly means them. You'd like to think so, given his whiny tone as the sight of you is sure to make him burst.

"Do you wish it was your cock inside me instead?" You continue to ask him all these filthy things, increasing your speed with every question.

"So, so much. I'm so hard for you, mistress. Just watching you is driving me crazy." Larry admits, a strong flare of pleasure coursing through you at the words.

"You really think you can please me with that twig between your legs?" You scoff.

"Probably not. But I'd love to be inside that perfect pussy of yours anyway." He states.

"You're so pathetic, Larry. I can tell how hard you're trying not to blow your tiny load right now. You'd better behave and hold it back, or you'll be in real big trouble." You taunt, doing your best to keep the moans from staining your voice.

"I promise. I'll be good for you, mistress." He insists, though his balls tightening despite his vow isn't a good sign.

"Oh, god! I'm so close...you wanna see me make a big mess for you, little piggy?" You whine, pumping the toy harder and faster inside your cunt. Thick, wet noises fill the air as you thrust the vibrator and roll your hips to meet yourself in the middle. Drips of arousal are already forming around the seams of your expanded entrance, leaving you a sopping mess.

"I'd love nothing more. I want to see you cum all over me." Larry begs, watching you writhe and buck helplessly on the bed. Your eyes are screwed shut, and you can't stop making the most pornagraphic noises he's ever heard.

"Fuck...here it comes...just for you, you pathetic excuse of a man..." You force the words out through your moans, when the knot finally snaps. "Shit!" You cry out, quickly removing the toy from your pussy as an absolute flood of juices sprays out of you. It lands warmly on Larry's chest and stomach, some of it running down to his neck and between his legs. Your thighs tremble as you ride the wave of your intense orgasm, every clench of your walls expelling more fluid from you and onto him. You've never squirted so much before. You suppose it's because of all the extra elements of this game adding to the excitement.

"Oh my god..." He groans as his own high takes hold, unable to help himself as you soak him with your cum. His hips buck off the bed, thick spurts of white landing on his thighs and belly.

"Jesus fucking christ..." You swallow thickly, turning off the toy and allowing yourself to catch your breath. You feel your arousal drying stickily on your thighs, as well as inside your crotchless panties and boots. You lift your head up to see how Larry's doing after your big splash. His body is glistening with your juices, which turns you on all over again. But you notice his cock has gone soft, and his own release is spilled all over himself. You frown, sitting up to scold him. "You've been a bad little piggy, haven't you?" You ask in a dangerous tone.

"I'm sorry, mistress. Seeing you cum was just so...amazing. I couldn't help myself." Larry tries to give an excuse, but you won't hear it. No matter how flattering it might be.

"I'm sure it was. But you still broke the rules. Didn't you?" You narrow your eyes at him, getting off the bed altogether to find a new instrument to punish him with.

"Yes, mistress. I'm sorry." He apologizes, though he's very much looking forward to recieving his penance.

"Oh, I'll definitely make sure that you are." You reply cruelly, reaching for a thin, red candle and a lighter from the table. You come back over to the bed, not even bothering to wipe him down first before you straddle his lap. His flaccid dick rests behind your ass, which is sure to grow again once you get this going.

"You know how to use that?" He asks, checking that you know what you're doing.

"This ain't my first rodeo, Larry. And you sure as shit aren't the first worthless animal I've ridden, either." You say coldly as you light the wick of the candle. It comes aflame, and you hold it upright and wait for the wax to pool around the tip.

"Of course, I meant no disrespect. Care to make this a little more interesting?" He offers with a filthy smirk.

"Alright, out with it." You roll your eyes at him, waiting for his suggestion.

"Can you sit on my face while you pour the wax? I'm dying to taste you, mistress." He pleads, almost pouting like a spoiled child.

"Well, I'm never opposed to using a man's face as a cushion." You chuckle, carefully turning yourself around and scooting backwards to kneel above Larry's mouth. His breath hitches at the sight of your slick cunt, and the luscious scent that wafts down to his nostrils. You're all woman, and soon, all he can eat. "You ready, piggy?" You ask, peering between your legs.

"Yes. Please, mistress. Sit on my face." He whimpers, licking his lips in preparation.

"Mmm, you beg so well for me, Larry. Fuckin' pathetic." You laugh carelessly, taking a full seat on his face. His warm tongue immediately slides through your folds, making your thighs twitch. "Fuck." He wasn't kidding when he said he wanted a taste. You keep yourself steady, bringing the candle forward now that a good amount of wax has melted into a well around the wick. You hold it a decent distance above his body, and just barely tip it over to let a thin drip of red land hotly in the middle of his chest.

"Mmm." Larry moans against your pussy at the burn that quickly cools into pleasure.

"You like that, piggy?" You ask, trying to balance yourself so you don't suffocate him. He hums into you in agreement, the vibrations making your eyes roll back into your head. "You're pretty good at eating my pussy, I'll give you that. But any idiot can give decent head." You moan, resisting the urge to roll your hips. You tip the candle again, this time to the left of his stomach. His cock starts to grow again at the pleasurable sting. "Someone's getting excited. I think you like this punishment a little too much." You say sadly, hinting that you might just stop altogether.

"Mmm!" He cries into your folds, begging you to keep going.

"Alright, if you insist." You sigh nonchalantly, bringing the candle further along to drip the wax onto his left inner thigh this time. He grunts loudly at how sensitive he is, his muscles contracting outside of his control. "Ooh, that was a good one." You laugh, extremely titilated at his reaction to pain. Larry licks and sucks all around your clit in steady movements. You're glad the man knows his way around. You'd previously had the impression that he can't give head to save his life, mostly out of selfishness. It's a funny thing, being proven so incredibly wrong when one defies all expectations.

"Mmm." Larry grunts when you drip some more wax onto his other thigh, getting dangerously close to his stiffening cock.

"Don't worry, I won't get wax on your microscopic penis. I don't think I could even if I tried." You mock, letting the wax build up again. While you're sat still, Larry proceeds to slip his tongue inside your soaked hole. You gasp at the sensation, tempted to start bouncing up and down on his wet muscle. "Yes, just like that...good little pig..." You praise, which is enough to have his dick standing fully at attention for the second time tonight.

"Mmm." He groans, thrusting his tongue into you repeatedly to hit your g spot. He slurps up the constant dribble of arousal that flows from you, quickly becoming drunk off of your sweet nectar.

"Keep going, baby. Your greedy little mouth might just make me cum." You command, raising the candle up above your head now, letting some of the wax hit your tits. It's only fair that you get to have some pain too. You cry out at the brief searing heat, gazing down at your chest. It almost looks like you've been stabbed, hardening blood dripping from a large mass on your supple flesh. "Fuck." You mutter, lowering the candle to give Larry another dose. It makes a long trail across his chest now, hitting his nipples where they lay in its path. He grunts into your pussy again, getting you dangerously close to the edge. You decide that your done with the candle now, blowing it out and leaning over to set it on a small night table beside the bed. "Fuck me harder with your tongue, piggy. Make me squirt all over that stupid fucking face of yours." You whimper.

"Mmm." Larry does as you ask, darting his tongue in and out as quickly and roughly as he possibly can. He can't wait for you to soak his face. How sweet you taste is unlike anything on this earth, he can't get enough.

"That's it, right there." You say breathlessly. You reach behind yourself to awkwardly grip the headboard, your gloves slipping against the finished wood as you hold on for dear life. Out of curiosity, you look across from you to see what the woman in lime is up to now. Oddly enough, she's in precisely the same position you're currently in. Her plump lips moan and mewl, and her hips grind ferociously against Larry's obscured face. You watch on as she rides his mouth like she has nothing left to lose, her head fallen back against the wall.

For a brief moment, you wonder what exactly Larry offered her. Did she want something shallow? A shiny new convertible? Fancy clothes? Piles of cash for the hell of it? Or...is she just like you? Someone driven? Someone ambitious? Someone with big dreams? With little means to make her long-term desires a reality? You suppose you'll never know, it would be quite rude to be asking about the Mayor's other conquests. Whether that be while he's eating you out, or otherwise. You push all the intruding questions out of your mind, focusing on gaining your second orgasm of the evening.

"Mmm." Larry grunts against you, he can tell how close you are. Your walls are fluttering around his tongue, letting him know you're just a few thrusts away from falling into bliss. He hums into your pussy repeatedly, delighted by trickles of your juices spilling into his mouth every time he does so.

"I'm gonna cum, Larry. You gonna drink it all up like a good pig?" You ask through a moan.

"Mmhmm." He mumbles in response, his tone hitched and needy. He forces his tongue deeper inside you, despite his mouth growing rather tired from working so hard.

"Oh god, t-that's it. Don't stop, baby." You gasp at the extra effort coming from him at the last minute. And with one last shove of his wet muscle inside your cunt, you feel yourself lose control altogether. "Fuck!" You cry out as you reach your peak. Your hands clamp down onto the headboard to keep yourself upright, thighs trembling beyond your control. Roaring flames consume you from the inside out, and another tidal wave of cum splashes out of your pussy. It lands wetly onto Larry's head, soaking his hair and the bed below.

"Mmmf." He gasps, though it's very muffled by your saccharine nectar raining down on him. He swallows as much as he can, holding his breath so none of it goes up his nose. He lets you ride out your orgasm, taking a nice deep breath once you slip off of his face. You collapse onto your stomach, laying on top of his body for a moment. He gazes at your spent cunt in this position, marveling at your entrance pulsing with aftershocks.

"Good boy." You say with a breathless chuckle, stroking Larry's thighs mindlessly to help ground yourself.

"You taste delicious, mistress." Larry compliments you, licking the leftover arousal around his mouth.

"Thanks." You sigh blissfully, closing your eyes for a moment. You need a little time to recover before you go any further, you're already so worn out. Being this dominant and commanding is a lot of work, not to mention you've cum far more than you ever have in your life. You can only imagine what devastating consequences riding Larry's giant cock will bring you.

"Are you alright, Y/N? Do you need a break?" Larry asks with an uncharacteristically concerned tone.

"I'm okay. I just need a minute." You reassure him, moving yourself off of his body to sit on the side of the bed. Your eyes meet his, and he doesn't seem convinced that you're alright to keep going. "Larry, I'm fine. I think I just need some water."

"That's okay. There's a little fridge in the gym down the hall, big bottles of water in it. Help yourself." Larry offers with a smile, one that holds no artifice. You don't think anything of it, he's probably just covering his own ass. He's not exactly in the capacity to call an ambulance if you pass out or something.

"Thanks." You smile back, leaving the room for a moment to retrieve your water. You close the play room door behind you, but you're unsure why. There's no one else in the house, not even his wife. She's probably off somewhere having some fun of her own. You imagine she is, anyway.

The air in the hall is far cooler than that of the room you've just left, which honestly feels so damn good right now. You're covered in sweat, and your own cum, and your outfit is becoming less breathable as the night goes on. You locate the home gym, trying your best not to touch anything you don't need to. You find the mini fridge, and take one of the Evian bottles out to bring back to the room. You return to the bed, opening the bottle and taking a nice long gulp. The liquid cools you down from the inside out, restoring your drive to see this night through.

"Better?" Larry asks after you swallow.

"Much. Thank you. Did you want any?" You say, pointing the bottle his way.

"I'm alright, I got my fill a little bit ago." He chuckles, putting on the act again. You don't mind. It's what you're here for, after all.

"You sure did, you gluttonous pig." You slip back into your role, putting the cap on the bottle and setting it to the side. "You ready for me to fuck you now?" You question, reaching your hand between his legs to take hold of his cock.

"Yes, mistress." Larry groans at your touch. He's so pent up now, even after blowing a load already. You haven't touched his dick completely yet thus far, and he's been dying to feel your tight pussy squeezing him.

"Good. I just hope this half-pint prick of yours won't disappoint me." You mock as you run your hand up and down his shaft with slow, rough strokes. You can tell he's very sensitive, and you're not sure he will last long when you put him inside of you.

"I hope so too, mistress." He breathes, eyes rolling back when you lightly squeeze him.

"Right, well, let's get this going. Shall we?" You let go of his length, standing up off the bed one last time. You go over to the table, taking one of the extra large condoms from a little bowl, and retrieving a leather crop from the wall. You climb on the bed, scooting forward until you can straddle Larry's thighs. His cock stands at attention just before you, leaking precum profusely. You tear open the condom, and carefully roll the latex down his length. "I'd hate to get knocked up by a filthy animal like you, if this fun-size candy bar you call a cock is even capable of producing children." You insult him, tossing the empty condom wrapper off to the side somewhere.

"Of course, mistress." Larry exhales excitedly, as he has almost every single time you've degraded him. You've never seen a man so eager to be put down, especially a political animal such as himself. You've always assumed public figures like having their egos (and cocks) stroked by anyone they meet. But hey, who are you to judge? Everbody's got some nasty little kink inside their head, and this just happens to be his.

"Alright." You take a deep breath, really giving yourself a minute to look at the obstacle before you. You swear he didn't look this big earlier tonight, but you know he couldn't have magically grown extra inches. You grab hold of him, lifting yourself up on your knees. You position your pussy above Larry's dick, dragging his tip along your slick folds to warm yourself up again. "Fuck." You moan at the sensation, your clit still sensitive from your previous orgasms.

"Please, mistress. Let me be inside you, I want it so bad." Larry begs, the very few motions you're making on him are driving him crazy.

"Patience, piggy." You bark, rubbing his tip along your slit a little faster now. He moans aloud, which makes you even wetter. You tease him further by allowing the very slightest bit of him to slip inside your soaked hole. "Mmm." You whimper at the sensation, already feeling a stretch when you haven't even put him in yet.

"Mistress...please..." Larry whines, the torture becoming unbearable at this point. You smack his chest hard with the crop you've been holding in your free hand, making him yelp.

"I said to be patient!" You shout, sliding yourself up and down on the very tip of his cock now. "Now, are you gonna behave youself?" You ask in warning, giving him one last chance to shape up.

"Yes! I'll be good, I promise!" He replies frantically, trying his hardest to hold himself together. He's so wound up, he could just cry.

"You'd better." You say darkly. You decide to finally stop teasing him, reading the pained expression on his face. You take another deep breath, and place your hand on his stomach as you start to accept him inside you. You carefully slip downwards, allowing him to stretch you out. "Fuck." You moan through clenched teeth, having to stop halfway down. You knew this would be difficult, but damn, it's gonna be a bitch to take all of him. You press on, spearing yourself on his cock further, until you bottom out. "Oh my god." You hiss, unable to believe you're fully seated on him. You swear you can feel him in your stomach. You stay still for a minute, breathing unsteadily with your eyes squeezed shut.

"Are you alright?" Larry asks, noticing your discomfort.

"Yeah, I'm good." You say with a wince, waiting for your muscles to fully relax.

"You sure? We can do something else if that's more comfortable for you." He offers kindly, fully aware of how potentially dangerous his 'little friend' is.

"No, no. I'll be alright." You insist, opening your eyes to meet his again. The look of pure determination in your eyes surprises and impresses him. You feel your insides loosen up, allowing the sting to subside into a content fullness. Your walls clench in acceptance, making Larry's breath hitch. "There we go." You say under your breath, smiling with pride at achieving this feat. "You ready for the ride of your life, Larry?" You ask seductively, flexing your insides around his cock.

"Yes, mistress. Please, I need you." He groans at your walls constricting around him like a snake.

"That's a good boy." You chuckle in satisfaction. You slowly lift yourself up on your knees, Larry's thick cock sliding out of you with effort. You moan at the stretch, pulling yourself up until he almost falls out of you entirely. Then, just when you're about to lose grip, you slam back down to take all of him once more. "Fuck!" You cry out as his tip pierces your innermost center, pain and pleasure mixing together in the most delightful way. You repeat this action a few more times, getting yourself acclimated to him. Larry moans along with you, savoring every ridge and curve of your tight pussy.

"Can you go faster, mistress? You feel so good." Larry pleads, desperate to get some real friction going.

"I thought we agreed you were gonna be patient." You reply, narrowing your eyes at him. He swallows hard, knowing full well that if he keeps pressing you, you'll stop this altogether. And he certainly can't bear to have that happen. Not after he's felt how warm and wet and snug you are.

"You're right. I'm sorry. I'll wait." He says as calmly as he can manage, resisting the gnawing urge to thrust his hips upwards. You think you can see him sweating already, but it could just be your cum glistening on his face.

"That's what I thought." You give him a light smack on his chest with the crop, his thighs twitching at the sting. He lets out a muted yelp, a sound that makes you even more wet. "I like it when you squeal for me, piggy." You laugh, biting your lip in excitement. You decide to give him, and yourself, what you truly want. You start to bounce a little on him, nice and slow, only raising a couple of inches. "Mmm, fuck, you're so—" You cut yourself off when the word 'big' is about to pass your lips. That's not part of the game, no matter how true the statement is. "—small." You force the false word out, doing your best to sound believable.

"I'm sorry I can't satisfy you, mistress." Larry says apologetically, holding back his groans as you lightly ride him. "You can hit me as much as you want, to punish me for disappointing you." He offers with a smirk. Ugh, this man is seriously greedy for discipline.

"I don't think I need your permission to do anything, Larry." You growl, giving him another smack with the crop. He cries out, his body tensing again. You keep going, hitting him harder and harder as you verbally abuse him. "You'll lie there and take whatever I give you." Smack. "You're so weak, and pathetic." Smack. "You're barely a man at all." Smack. "Maybe I ought to make you dress up for me, hm?" Smack. "Dress you in some lacey panties? Put some makeup on that pitiful face of yours?" Smack. "I bet you'd look so pretty." Smack.

Larry's arms and legs twitch in their bindings with every blow you land, rounded rectangular welts forming on his toned chest and stomach. You increase the speed of your bouncing, growing more and more excited with every awful thing you say. And he just eats it all up like a swine at its trough. "Fuck, you can do whatever you want to me, mistress. I'm at your mercy." Larry groans, balling his fists at how unbelievably raw his flesh is becoming as you beat him.

"Yeah? You want me to dress you up like one of your pretty whores?" You ask, picking up speed.

"Yes!" Larry cries as you slap him with the leather again.

"You want me to fuck that tight little ass of yours, too? Strap one of those dildos to myself and show you how a real man performs?" You continue to ask the most demeaning questions you can think of, dialing this charade of yours up to eleven. You're getting really close already, Larry's monstrous length has brought non-stop stimulation to your g-spot.

"Fuck, yes!" He practically squeals when the crop hits his left nipple at full force. You've completely gone off the deep end, and he cannot get enough.

"Would my fingers be enough for you?" You ask mischievously, and his eyes widen. "What's wrong, piggy? Can't handle it?" You tease, pouting your lower lip in faux-disappointment.

"Go ahead. I can take it." Larry replies, fully prepared to feel you inside of him. It's not like he's exactly new to the concept, but most of his girls don't usually try it with him.

"Aw, you're such a brave little bastard, aren't you?" You mock, tossing the crop away to focus on riding him. You raise one gloved hand to your lips, taking two fingers into your mouth to lube them up with your saliva. He watches on with an expectant stare. You pull your fingers away once they're wet enough, and you turn your body around to see where you have to bring them. You lower your hand between his thighs, brushing past his balls and toward his puckered hole. He gasps at the moisture, and you get ready to slide them into his ass. You look over your shoulder give him a final glance. "You ready?" You ask.

"Yes, mistress." He breathes, which turns into a gasp once your digits glide into his taught entrance. "Fuck." He grunts at the feeling of you filling him up, balls flexing as his high is approaching faster now.

"Good piggy." You mouth a kiss at him, turning away so you can focus. You bounce faster on his cock, moaning constantly. You pump your fingers inside his asshole, peering down to watch as they disappear past his puckered flesh. "Does that feel good, baby?" You ask, eating up his needy moans. Every desperate sound from him fuels your fire, driving you to ride him faster and faster. You want so badly to make yourself cum on his cock, to squeeze him so tight he almost pops like an overfilled water balloon.

"Feels so good, mistress. I'm getting close, go faster." Larry whimpers, sending you dangling over the edge. Not long now, and you'll both be screaming into this big empty house in ecstasy.

"So am I...Idon't know how you'vemanaged that..." You roll your hips, bouncing on his dick as fast as you possibly can. "Gonna cum all over this tiny cock of yours, baby...make one final mess for my little piggy."

"Give it to me, mistress. I want it all." He encourages you, his stomach tightening more and more every time you land on his dick.

"Fuck, you're so needy." You groan, laying over his lower half to roll and grind and bounce with more precision. He watches the recoil of your ass as you move, his massive length pumping in and out of you at rapid speed. You thrust your fingers deep into his asshole, and you can see his balls pulling taut as he nears the finish line. "You'd better be a good boy and cum when I tell you."

"I will, I promise. Just please don't stop." Larry huffs, forcing his orgasm back until you tell him he can let it all go.

"I don't plan on it." You reply, focusing on the roiling knot within your core waiting to snap. You skewer yourself on Larry's cock again and again, moaning as your pussy receives the workout of a lifetime. You're definitely going to be walking sideways tomorrow, maybe even the day after that. But you can't be bothered to care, not when you can feel your bliss quickly approaching on the horizon.

"Please let me cum, mistress. I can't hold it much longer." He begs, thighs twitching slightly as he tries to hang on.

"N-not yet, piggy. A-almost." You stutter, the warning waves of pleasure beginning to roll over you.

"Mistress, please!" Larry insists, bucking his hips with impatience. You gasp at his needy thrust, immediately wanting to feel it again.

"Fuck, keep doing that." You order. He obeys, driving his hips upwards to meet your rapid bounces. "That's it...fuck me with your pathetic little cock." You whimper, your breath catching with every desperate stroke. You can practically feel him in your throat, rearranging your guts along the way. "Oh, god...I'm gonna cum. Cum with me, Larry. Count of three?" You ask desperately, gripping his leg with your free arm for dear life.

"Yes, mistress. Anything you say." He grins, thankful that you're finally allowing him his climax. It feels like his cock is gonna explode if he waits any longer.

"One..." You breathlessly start to count, barely able to get the words out. "T-Two..." You whine, on the very edge now. "Three! FUCK!" You cry out as you reach your peak. Your walls clench around Larry's dick, squeezing him so damn tight you might cut off his circulation.

"Shit!" Larry grunts, his own high taking hold from your constriction. He bucks his hips sloppily, furthering your pleasure beyond all comprehension. Your thighs quake as you ride through the overwhelming sensations, another flood of arousal spurting out of you around his length. He groans at the wet warmth, still moving himself inside you like it's a compulsion. You both continue to move in sync until you can't possibly take any more, your walls sore and his cock softening. You let him slip out of your spent cunt, whining at the huge emptiness you now feel inside. You carefully pull his fingers out of his ass, though he's far too tired to even register the sensation at all.

"Fuck." You pant, struggling to catch your breath. You swallow hard, reaching around helplessly for the Evian. You find it on the other side of Larry's foot, and you force yourself to sit up on his abdomen while you take a nice long drink from the bottle. You gulp down the water, until it's completely empty. You wipe the dribble from your chin, and let the bottle fall to the side again. "Still alive back there?" You ask, turning around to face him.

"Barely. Jesus christ, Y/N. You've been absolutely incredible." Larry pants, smiling unbelievably wide at how mind-blowing this night has been between you two.

"Thank you, you weren't half bad yourself." You smile back, standing up to undo his restraints. "Feeling sore at all?" You ask, checking his wrists and ankles for bruises. You don't find any, despite the constant twitching and tensing his muscles made any time you did anything to him.

"Not a bit. What about you?" He asks kindly, tossing away the used condom and sitting on the end of the bed with you.

"I think you already know the answer to that." You giggle, and he laughs lightly as well. "And I know it was just part of the game, but...you're aware you have a really huge dick, right?" You ask seriously, the time for illusion has passed at this point. You're both all played out, surely minutes away from saying goodbye.

"Do I? I hadn't noticed!" He jokes, making you both laugh for a good minute. After you quiet down, he speaks again. "I had a spectacular time with you tonight, Y/N. I know these words probably won't mean much to you, but you're definitely the best I've ever had." Larry says sincerely, putting his hand on your knee.

"Well, I'd be lying if I said I haven't heard that before. But I appreciate you saying so. Tonight was so good, you're probably in my top five, at least." You reply honestly, which he admires.

You aren't like most people he meets, saying the first load of bullshit that comes to mind, whatever they think he wants to hear. But, you? You always speak your mind, even when it may not be the most flattering thing to say. And he wishes so badly that more people in his life would have the nerve to do the same. Maybe he wouldn't have evolved into the shady, slimy asshole he is today if someone, anyone, forced him to take a good long look at himself once in a while. If he's truly honest with himself, all of this: the tailored suits, the scotch and cigars, the fancy car, the big house filled with excess and luxury, the girls...it's all to cover up the fact that he loathes his entire being far more than any angry voter could. Larry hates what he has become, another corrupt asshole who screws over anyone to get what he wants.

"I'm glad you had a good time. Let me walk you out." He says, an odd look in his eye. He almost appears sad, though you're not sure why. You both stand, and Larry puts his robe and slippers back on. He's still got drips of wax all over his body, but he'll go to the trouble of peeling those off later. The both of you walk downstairs silently, and you slip back into your thick coat and sling your purse over your shoulder. You remember his card again, handing it back to him. "Thank you." He says, apprehensively taking it from your grasp and slipping it in his pocket. "Drive home safe, Y/N. I'll be stopping by your store sometime soon with my end of the bargain." Larry explains, opening the door for you.

"I'll be looking forward to that." You reply, stepping towards the outside. You stop for a moment in the doorframe, turning to him. He gives you a questioning look. "Mind if I get a kiss good-bye?" You ask coyly, biting your lipstick-smudged lip.

"Of course, how rude of me to forget." He chuckles, quickly pulling you in by your waist. He lays his mouth on yours, and you warmly accept him. The kiss doesn't last long, but you suppose that's probably for the best. You can tell by the way he's holding you tightly to him, the way his lips are exploring yours one final time, that he's tempted to not let you go after all.

Your breath shudders when he pulls away, and you almost whine aloud at his arm falling from your waist to go back to his side. "Goodnight, Larry." You say softly, unable to think of anything else.

"Goodnight, Y/N. It was a pleasure doing business with you." He says, trying to force a cold grin. But his eyes betray him, almost glassy as the one woman who's ever told him the truth is walking out the door, never to come back through it again.

You just nod, and turn away to head down the walkway to your car. The only sounds now are the door closing behind you, your heels clicking on the bricks, and a light breeze brushing through the half-bare trees. You get into your car, taking one last look at the house, the windows in particular. You see the living room curtain suddenly fall closed, Larry attempting to steal one final glance. You turn the key in the ignition, and drive back to your apartment for some well-earned sleep.

..when I returned home, I had to peel my outfit off my body, which was quite painful. I stunk of sweat and sex, to a point where it was almost unpleasant. I hopped in the shower, washing all evidence of my time at Larry Kline's house down the drain. And after a smoke and small snack, I knocked out as soon as my head hit the pillow. I woke up this morning with unbearably sore thighs, and every inch in between has been just as painful. I'm sitting on an ice pack as we speak, trying to soothe my loins as much as possible. One thing is for certain, I'm never sleeping with a man who's that big again. Fun as it was, the consequences are not worth it a second time.

October 25th, 1984

Dear diary,

Larry came by today, with the deed for the store in hand. I expect to hear from Beatrice at some point, probably to scold me for going behind her back. I won't blame her, sure. But I know for a fact that as much as she loved her father, she never wanted to have a hand in this business. She's got hopes and dreams of her own, so I'm sure she's extremely relieved to let go of this burden. And without Larry's help, Iwouldn't have been able to do that for her. I hope she isn't too sour about it, and that we can still be somewhat friendly if we see each other around.

In regards to Larry's offer about the mall, I've decided to stick it out downtown. I don't need to put myself through the stress of packing everything up and moving it somewhere that might not even prove to be successful in the long-run. I don't need to double my workload with a second location, either. I let him down easy, explaining that his plan just isn't what I'm looking for. He seemed a little disappointed. I could sense that he wanted to have an excuse to see me again, even if it's only in a professional capacity. But at the end of the day, I know what's best for Waxed Out. It belongs right where it stands, Downtown Hawkins. Not in some slick, corporate space between Payless Shoesource and Hot Dog on a Stick. Small business is the lifeblood of America, and as trendy as those malls are now, they won't last long.

《This is the end of entries regarding Lawrence "Larry" Kline, former Mayor of Hawkins. This document has been recorded and retained by The Federal Bureau of Investigation of the United States of America, for the purpose of corroborating the timeline of events in The Downfall of Hawkins, Indiana. The owner of said diary is unknown. Although, given the condition said evidence was found in, the author is presumed to be deceased.》

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