#intox mommy in residence

[sloppysequinz]

Gorgeous older woman offers you a crazy monthly allowance with the stipulation that you must spend $500/month on weed or booze and if you let any of it go to waste you will be punished

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Secrets Kept From Him 18+ Chapter 6: Keep It To Yourself Ran x F!reader x Draken WC:6.9k Resident: @enchantedforest-network Synopsis: The aftermath of Draken confessing his true feelings to you, leads to you both being in your bed. Ran appearing late with a surprise you d/n and you the following day. The surprise would end in a tense discussion and bringing out a side of Ran you had never seen before. Draken facing his own challenges regarding his ex-wife. Ms. Yamaguchi doing her own little research into Ran's life. Ran and Rindou preparing for a risky move with a powerful family that ended on bad terms years back. Tw: drinking, smoking, oral sex, vaginal penetration, masturbation, pet names (good girl), reverse cowgirls position, creampie, orgasm, clit stimulation, making out, possessive behavior, suggestive theme, argument, divorce Draken, mention of death, weapons, criminal affairs, bribery, (unedited) MINORS DNI

You looked at Draken. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt.. right? He is single and I’m single and what we did last night. You could honestly tell he was serious about the question he asked you just moments ago. He wanted a fair shot to show you how he cared for you. giving him a soft nod you agreed to the date “I will go on a date with you Draken.” 

You could see Draken's shoulders relax a bit, the small smile on his lips.  The more you both looked at each other your lips gravitated towards one another. Something about his kisses was intoxicating; it drew you more with each passing second.

Your arms draped around his neck, and he pulled you closer to him. The soft moans escaped from your lips His hand reaching for your back side as he gave it a squeeze. He was tempted to place you on the counter and give you another taste of last night. The intimacy was something you definitely missed. Getting lost in this moment it was becoming hard to control the urge to be fucked right there and now.

The moment you heard footsteps upstairs you both separated not before he stole a quick kiss. You tried to compose yourself quickly. Your D/n greeted you both “Good morning Mommy and Kenny.” 

“Good morning sweetie.” You smiled

“Morning kiddo.”

“Kenny you're here early,” she wasn’t used to seeing him this early.

You looked over at Draken waiting for him to respond. “I want to have breakfast with you both, sooo I came over. ” 

You walked to your room and grabbed your phone. You hadn’t looked at your phone since you put d/n to bed. You had a voicemail from Ran. You finally managed to listen to the voicemail.  Sitting on the edge of the bed you could hear the bothersome tone in his voice. He seemed to really mean his words as he left the voicemail...A deep sigh came from your lips. Coming from downstairs you could hear d/n laughing. Going downstairs once again you began to prepare breakfast with Draken helping you out.

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Ran was on his way home, he hadn’t heard from you. He was contemplating calling you again but knowing you may not answer again. Rin was going through his email on his phone. An email that he didn’t expect to receive at all, after a bad business deal a few years back “Interesting… The Nishimura family  wants to set up a meeting.” 

The Nishimura family was known for the connections of illegal weapons along with connections to the black market. The Haitani brothers were one of their transporters. Even running them in the club preparing them for the black market auctions. When they weren’t getting their fair cut of profits, it became a conflict. The bitterness of back and forth for the past few years, even them keeping a hidden stash of weapons from a truck that went missing. It became suspicious of the sudden meeting, when deals go south with the Nishimura the people would end up dead. It was odd that I wanted this meeting.

Ran wasn’t convinced that it was a business they wanted to talk about. But he was rather curious about what they wanted. “No meeting in person. Set it up online….I get the feeling that it's just more than wanting to make a deal.” Ran responded with his eyes on the road. 

“I was thinking the same thing.” He responded. “Still are you going to be alright with doing this if they mean business.” 

“Of course if they don’t fuck us over like the last time…by all means.I bet they were having issues with there other transporters.” Ran responded.

“That’s not what I’m asking…What if they find out about ______ and D/n. You didn’t have to worry about it back then now that they are both here.” He didn't answer right away “If it comes to that point where they threaten them… I will for sure put a bullet in each head.” Rin responded to the email and now just waiting for them to respond.

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“I will pick you up tomorrow around 7.” Draken was getting ready to leave. 

“Yeah that sounds great.” You responded with a small smile walking him to the door. “D/n come say bye,” you called out. 

D/n came over to the front door, Draken kneeled down. “Bye Kenny! Thank you for yesterday.” 

He gave her a hug “anytime. We can do something else soon, okay?” He rubbed the top of her hair. “Be good for your mom okay?”  she nodded as she ran back to the living room.  

Draken looked at you, his finger going under your chin. Both of you leaned for your lips touching. “I will see you tomorrow.” 

“See you tomorrow.” you smiled.

As soon as he left, you decided to get dressed. Checking in on d/n before you went upstairs. Getting undressed, as you were walking to your dresser you noticed the marks on your chest they turned purple. You remembered Draken's words from last night lingered in your thoughts. You couldn’t get over the way he touched your body. Snapping out of your thoughts you need something to cover your chest. Grabbing a crew neck fitted shirt that covered the indecent marks.

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Draken was pulling up to his home when he saw a familiar car parked in his driveway already. Letting out a sigh. He was already dreading the encounter with his ex-wife.  Parking his car he proceeded into his home. Opening the door he saw Emma sitting at the dining room table. She instantly turned her gaze towards her ex-husband. “Emma, what are you doing here?” he asked.  

“I’ve been trying to get a hold of you. Do you not know how to answer your phone?” Emma looked over at her ex husband. 

“We haven’t spoken since the divorce you expect me to answer right away? I was busy.” he crossed his arms across his chest wondering how she got in. “How did you even get in here?” “I had a spare key, remember I used to live here?” she answered. “So where were you?” 

Raising his brow “Don’t worry about it… You don’t need to know where I’m going anymore.”

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “You were with ________ weren’t you..”  Draken stood quietly “I heard she was back in town... she even came by the shop and then you left with her...”

“And if I was? Is that a problem of yours?” Draken was becoming bothered. “It's really none of your business what I do.” he sighed  

She was hurt by his response. “So now that she isn't with Ran anymore you're trying to date her now or what?” 

“Emma, you need to leave.” He wasn't going to answer the question. “I need the key.” 

“Just answer the questions, Draken. It’s obvious you still have something for her…Even when we were together, I never really had your full love or we wouldn’t be divorced now…” 

“We are divorced because we couldn’t see eye to eye on stuff even the littlest things would blow up into an argument... I don't wanna argue anymore Emma.” Draken now seeing why she came over. He knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. Even when they were all younger he saw how Emma would act around you. Even if you were blinded by her action at this time it was clear to some of the mutual friends. 

When you first disappeared Emma witnessed the altercation with Draken and Ran. She could see once he found out you were gone he was trying to avoid his feelings about it. Shortly after getting engaged to Emma, they were married. It was great the first year then it started to take a turn. The disagreements would escalate and Draken would spend more time at the shop to avoid going home. 

“Of course, you're done…. Some things never change… I hope you enjoy playing daddy to her daughter.” Draken ignored the comment. Emma goes into her bag pulls the key out placing it on the table. “You know if that is Ran’s daughter he is not going to enjoy you trying to take his role...If you're doing it to please her…. I don’t know what to say but good luck.” 

She walked to the front door. He heard her car start and take off. The home was quiet as he walked to his couch laying down. Draken knew the issues that would arise if he were to start going out with you. In the end, all that mattered was him making you and d/n happy, that's all that mattered to him. Just because you had a baby with Ran didn’t mean he wasn’t gonna treat your daughter any differently. He took it as a sign things were going downhill with his marriage with Emma and now you're here. 

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“I could have come another day…” Rin sighed trying to balance all the items in his hands. “Why the hell am I carrying the most?”

“I think it would be nice for you to see your niece since we missed her birthday yesterday…” Ran fixing his shirt “ I’m gonna knock on the door, hands can't be full.” The comment Ran spoke made Rin roll his eyes.

They were both walking up to your home. He needed to make it up to d/n and to you. You didn’t return his call. He decided to show up but not empty-handed. Ran rang the doorbell waiting to see you answer. Opening the door you saw both Haitani brothers on your front porch. “Hey beautiful” Rin looked over at his Ran smiled at you then at your serious expression. Just your stare alone at Ran. ‘I know that look,’ he thought to himself. “Hey ______ can you let us in this stuff is heavy.” 

Opening the door for them as they both enter the home. Rin made his way towards the living room. While Ran stood in front of you, he placed the items in his hand on the side table. “______ can we talk.” You didn’t want to hear anything about what you heard on the phone.“Ran… go see d/n… I don’t wanna discuss it.” you placed your hand on your hips. You were avoiding eye contact with him. “Please go see her.” 

He let out a low sigh, picking up the items on the table he walked towards the living room. The moment he saw d/n a smile appeared on his face. “Happy belated birthday princess.” He caught her attention. Bringing the rest of the presents to where Rin placed them. He scooped her up in his arms giving her a big hug. She hugged him back tightly. Still holding her “I’m sorry I missed your birthday.”

“It’s okay!” She looked at all the presents. “Are all those for me?” she asked. “Of course.” he went all out for his little one. Rin had to calm his brother down at the store because he would have bought everything there. Walking to the living room you saw him holding her  “But there is one for your mommy.” he spoke as he looked at you. 

“Ran.” you looked at him. The gift comes from guilt and a form of apology. He knew you wouldn’t refuse it as your daughter was in the same room even if you were mad at him.

He placed down the d/n and grabbed the large box. ”This is for you.” 

“Mommy opened it!” she excitedly said. 

Feeling pressure to do so you removed the lavender ribbon from the white box. Removing the top of the lid. You saw the neatly black dress. Pulling it out of the box, it was a beautiful dress. “Oh my...” 

“D/n do you think it is okay if I could take your mom to dinner so we could talk later on? Rin wants to hang out with you.” He looked over at your d/n ‘Dammit Ran.’ you squinted at him. Rin was just as surprised as you were, his brother didn’t talk about this to him at all. Just threw him in the mix. Another reason why he brought Rin along with him. You would have turned him down if you didn’t have a babysitter. “Oh yeah! Mommy you're gonna look so pretty!” d/n smiled You placed the dress back in the box. You notice the cut of the dress was deep in the front. “Shit….” you were going to have to try and cover up the dark hickeys on your breast. 

Ran returned his attention d/n “Alright let's open up your presents.” A few hours would pass, and you started to get ready. Trying to cover love marks was going to be a challenge. Ran being infamous for leaving his mark on you whenever you had to attend something you would have to cover it up. Adding the color corrector to the marks you began trying to conceal with your foundation to match your skin tone.  

 Ran and Rin were  with D/n as she was playing with the new items she gotten. Ran noticed a new stuffed animal addition that was on the couch. As he reached for it “D/n I’ve seen this one before.” “Kenny won it for me!” she smiled

Ran looked at the stuffed animal “He did now? Was it from yesterday?” “Yeah me, mommy and Kenny went to the Carnival yesterday.” Ran wouldn’t express it right now but it would be a bit bothersome hearing about Draken taking d/n and you to the carnival yesterday. Wondering if this was going to cause any problems with him trying to rebuild his life with you. ‘Isn’t he married?’  Ran thought to himself. He never paid attention to his love life. Because you were already Rans nothing else matters.  He was curious if anything else happened while at the carnival. “I’m glad you had fun.” He put a smile on.  He was going to end up asking you later on tonight. “Hey princess, why don’t you check on your mommy and see if she is finished getting ready.” 

D/n nodded and Ran to the stairs to check on you.  “Isn’t Draken married?” He looked over at Rin.

“He and what’s her name got divorced a few months back, that's what I heard from Izana.” Rindou responded. “You think he is going to try and make a move?” 

“I wouldn’t doubt it. If he knows ______ and I are not  together I wouldn’t put it past him…I will see what's going on for sure.”  Ran said with the thought of Draken even touching you was boiling him on the inside. 

The moment they both heard the sounds of heels, caught both of the Haitani brothers' attention. It’s been a moment you fully were put together having your hair and make up done. Anything he was thinking disappeared at that moment. He stood up still, eyes on you. “Mommy looks so pretty!” 

“Thank you sweetheart.” You smiled at you. 

“She does.” Ran looked at you up and down. “We should head out for the chat.”

“Right…” you said. Bending down slightly, you held onto your daughter's hands “mommy will be back soon okay?” 

“Okay mommy.” D/n smiled

“Rin, are you sure you can watch her?” You asked. Other than school and the one time your aunt watched her you hadn’t been apart from her let alone anyone watching her… 

“Yeah it’s fine…” Rin said. “I will get an understanding on why she likes watching  weird things on tv…”  looking at the program she was watching.

Ran and you got into his car and began driving to the destination. It was a quiet part of the ride when he stopped at a red light. “You still take my breath away.”

“Ran flattery is not going to work this time.” You looked at him and then out the window. He was up to something you weren’t sure what it was. Your patience for him was not this short before.

“I’m just stating a fact.” he knew you were still bothered by him missing her birthday. He felt your demeanor change a bit from normal. The charming flatters seem to go over your head. The more serious look on your face planted there.

He was hoping the place he was taking you to would ease some of the anger towards him. A place where it held special memories for you both. Following him to the familiar restaurant. You looked around ‘it still looks the same.’  A place where you celebrate your anniversary every year. Taking a seat Ran began or the same wine you always had. 

You felt your phone vibrate in your lap. Looking down you saw it was a notification from Draken, confirming if your aunt was gonna care for d/n while you both went out tomorrow. Trying to keep a poker face as much as possible.  Ran saw your eyes looking down as he asked. “Who texted you?” He asked, wondering if it was Draken.

 “It’s nothing.” You responded back before locking your phone .

“That little friend of yours I presume.” Ran spoke and didn't want to beat the bush around it. “D/n told me the three of you went to the carnival yesterday for her birthday.” 

“We did. Our plans originally got canceled, remember .”  Adjusting your posture. 

“It’s interesting she picked up the nickname Kenny for him too… how often does he come over?”

You could see where this was going by his comments. “She calls him Kenny because he didn’t like Mr. Ken, so he told her to call him Kenny .” 

“Answer the question how often is he coming over?” 

“Why do you want to know?” Asking him 

“Dammit ________, answer the question. It’s rather annoying I have to repeat myself a third time.,” he spoke in a low discreet tone. 

“He comes over every now and then. Are you happy?” You narrowed your eyes at him. “I honestly shouldn’t be answering that. Whoever I allow in my house is not a concern to you. I mean have I questioned you about who you bring to your home?” “I want to make sure and see who you're bringing around my daughter.”

“Wow okay.” You spoke in a low sardonic tone reaching for the glass of wine “I think I’m a good judge of character,” 

“Sure you are.” 

“Your sounding pretty jealous right now,”

“Well when someone tries to interfere with things I’m working on it becomes a problem to me” 

“Oh really now?” Placing the glass of wine down   “Ran darling.. don’t keep me waiting too long…want to explain that?”  Mimicking the voice of the woman you heard on the phone. “Was that a problem that needed to be handled, Ran darling?” 

He let out an annoyed sigh “it was a business meeting I had to attend too..” After that call the amount of anger he had built inside of him. Staining one of  his most expensive suits. After that phone call with you.

“Right right business meeting you tend to mix it with pleasure.” 

“You don’t know what happened, it was  just business nothing more…” 

“You're right I don’t know but hearing another woman on the other side paints a different picture.” you crossed your legs along with your arm “Whether it was business or not, you could have put it off if you wanted to. You told me how important her birthday was to you and wanted to be there to spend it with us.”

“It was important to me… you don’t understand ________ ,but Draken was there to save the day.”  he responded. “Always seemingly there.” you ignored the comment he made about him. “Did anything else happen?” 

You weren’t going to mention you and Draken sleeping together, even the confession, or the date that was tomorrow it would send Ran into this unpleasant mood along with actions he may do.  “Other than enjoying d/n birthday” you wanted this conversation to be over with. You found yourself frustrated as the conversation continued on. “Ran, I don’t wanna discuss this anymore, it's done and over with. At the end of the day, our main priority is d/n. Not the issues between you and me…Whoever you see is your business, not mine because we are not together.”

He let out a sarcastic low chuckle and he slightly shook his head. “I’m assuming you think that will apply to me as well…________  even if we are not together right now, we have a daughter. I'd be damned if I hear my daughter call someone else dad or see you with someone else.”  His tone was more possessive than his normal calmer tone. He felt like Draken would try something with you. How his gut feeling would be spot on. Unknowingly the boundaries were more different between you and Draken. “I would love to see someone try and steal you away.” Ran locked eyes with you. 

It was evident it was becoming much more than you can handle. Scooting your chair back “I’m done.. I… I can’t do this with you right now…”  Leaving the table as you made your way towards the front of the restaurant.

‘Son of a bitch...’ He thought to himself, flexing his jaw, the conversation did go overboard. Out of jealousy, he felt he could have made things worse between you both.  Getting up from his chair he followed you. “_______..” he called out to you but you didn't turn around as you made your way to the entrance. He grabbed your hand. “Ran let go”

“Look, things got a bit carried away….” the low sigh coming from him. “I’m sorry I don’t wanna fight with you, it wasn't the intention I had for tonight.” As Ran was trying to smooth things over with you. Rin caved into his niece, the counter had every condiment for a sundae out. Bags opened, jar lids opened, ice cream cartons open. He swirled the can whipped cream on the pile of ice cream. Just looking at it was giving him a toothache. When he placed the can down “is this enough?” he asked

“More please.” she pointed to a can of whip cream. “Okay then tell me when to stop okay?” He shook the can.

He proceeded to add more. It was a while before she “stop!” The majority of the ice cream was covered in whip cream.  He brought it to the dining room table. She ran to the kitchen drawer pulling two spoons out. “Here!” she handed him one. 

“Thanks.” taking a seat he watched her dig into the ice cream.  

D/n began to remember some of the small stories Ran would tell her about him and you dating.  “Mr. Rin, Mr. Ran said he knows my dad. Have you met him?” she asked. 

He had the spoon in his mouth a bit thrown off in the question. “Oh uhhh yeah I know him.”

“You do?!” “Yeah he is a pain in the ass but I know him…” 

“He is?!” her eyes widened. “Does he have a lot of pain in his butt?” she blinked in her eyes assuming her father suffered from butt pain. 

‘Shit’ he said to himself  “no not really it's just a saying…I should say your dad doesn’t like to listen to anyone. Once his mind is made up he sticks to it until he reaches his goal.”

“Oh…Did he stop when he met mommy?”

“When he met your mom it was unexpected.” he began to think back to the day both her parents met “They met at a party, your mom is known to not pay attention when walking and would bump into people. That night she bumped into your dad, and your dad ironically didn’t want to go to the party but I dragged him there. They spent the entire time at the party talking.  When it was time to go, he drove her home and eventually asked her out on a date. He told me a few years back it was the best thing that happened to him.” Rindou leaned against the table with his arms folded. “One thing about your dad, when he met your mom I never saw him truly care for anyone else the way he did with her.” He could see the smile on her face. She had a smile that resembled a Haitani. ‘You definitely are your father's daughter, that's for sure the same smile as his.’

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After agreeing to sit back down with him, the dinner was mainly quiet. Knowing tonight was just a mess for you both. Emotions were running a bit high on both ends of the table. You put your phone on silent not wanting to pick it up to have to question you more. Ran began to think about how to fix this because a part of him never wanted to show you how possessive he could be. 

Getting to your home both of you entered your home. It was quiet and the living room tv was still on but no Rin or D/n. Walking up the stairs you find Rin on the floor using some of her stuffed animals as pillows. D/n was fast asleep. “She wore him out…” you quietly said. 

“That’s my girl,” he smirked. Ran walked to the other side of her bed picking up the white stuffed rabbit that fell on the floor. He placed it next to her, covering her a bit more, kissing her forehead “Sweet dreams princess.”  He walked over to the other side of the bed, slightly kicking his brother's foot, walking him up.

Both Ran and Rin walk down the stairs to the exit. “Rin thanks for watching her”

“It's fine even if it was without my consent… But she is a good kid” Rin spoke, when he noticed there was some tension between you both. “I'm gonna wait in the car.”

Both you and Ran stood there in silence. The silence was finally broken from Ran. “I’m sorry for tonight again ____.” 

“It’s fine…” you didn’t want to leave on a bad note with him. It would just make things awkward when he comes over “Thank you for tonight I forgot how beautiful it was to be in there.” 

“I’m glad you enjoyed it to a certain extent.” “Message me tomorrow and we will set up another day for you to come over.”

He nodded that maybe a day or two apart would be the best for you both. “Of course… get some rest.” 

“You too..”  giving him a half smile.

Ran had his back towards you before he took a step, he turned back around facing you. “I almost forgot something.”

“What?” raising your brow at him. With three fingers slightly grasping your chin he brought you slightly forward. In a quick motion you felt his lips press against yours. The sudden connection of your lips connecting to one another felt like time stopped for a moment. The brief kiss only lasted a few seconds. Ran pulling back seeing the hues of pink on your cheeks he slightly smirked, “Sweet dreams to you are beautiful.” 

Closing the door quickly your back pressed against the door. Your heart was fluttering. It was like kissing him for the first time all over again. Taking off your heels you walked to turn off the tv when you noticed your kitchen light on. You realize the mess in the kitchen.

Ran walking to the car, a small grin on his lips as he hopped into the car. Rin was on his phone “We got a response.” Starting the car as he began to back up “What do they wanna do?” “Meeting online tomorrow…” 

He nodded, “we will see what happens.” still on his mind was the kiss just moments ago.

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The following day,  you were at your aunt's house still thinking about the recent events with Draken and now Ran. You made your head spin slightly, you felt happy yet nervous going out with Draken today but also guilty because you were thinking about Ran. “You know if you keep making that worried face you will start aging quicker than you need.” your aunt took a seat next to you.

“Hmmm? Oh right…” it was hard not to think about it. “You think it's a good idea for me to go out with Draken?” you asked her.

“_____ that is not my call to tell you if it’s a good idea or not. If you have any doubt then you shouldn't. If not then you should.” she knew Draken since you both were younger. “Draken from what I remember he was a good kid even with the whole tattoo on the side of his head at his age. I myself don’t see any issue with going on the date.” You nodded “No harm in trying...Maybe I should try... I mean maybe I’m nervous I haven’t been on a date in years…” This felt like a whole new thing to you dating as a single mom. It makes it more interesting when you're going out on a date with an old friend that you were being fucked by a few days ago. Then you started to think about the discussion with Ran last night that made you feel like he would do something to Draken if he found out about the date. “It could be. Look I’m not too familiar with d/n father now but I know Draken. For him to take d/n out and you for her birthday was something he didn’t have to do but he chose to. If d/n likes him then I say enjoy the date.” Giving a relieved smile. d/n did enjoy hanging out with Ken too. “What time did you want me to pick up d/n?” “Let her stay the night with me, it would be like watching you all over again as a little girl.” your aunt smiled. “Enjoy your life while you are still young to do so. You never know, what if Draken was meant to be with you. You will never know unless you try.” 

Your aunt's words encouraged you throughout the day as you began to get ready for the date. Your car was being serviced at the garage earlier today and it wouldn’t be ready till tomorrow. With the doorbell ringing you felt your heart racing like you just ran a mile. Opening the door Draken was stunned by your look. Both of you getting one another he helped you into the car opening the door and closing it. During the car drive, he felt his hand rest on your inner thigh, his thumb swiping your thigh. The date consisted of places you both enjoyed growing up from your favorite place to eat to going to the beach. It was hitting you both with so much nostalgia as you both reminisced about the good old days. You found yourself holding onto his arm. It was becoming late as you agreed to go back to his home for a drink. ~~~~~~~~~~

Mrs. Yamaguchi was doing her own little digging into Ran’s personal life even having some connections in the past. With the right amount of money, someone's lips (kokonoi) would spill your full name to her.“ Excuse me, Miss. Yamaguchi, we got the information on the woman you inquired about.” 

“Thank you.” She received the paperwork from her assistant. As she was flipping through the paperwork her eyes widened. “What?!?!?” seeing a copy of a birth certificate. “A child?”  but remembered she heard the child's name before when he was on the phone. Things were starting to come to light pieces were clicking together.  “Interesting now, well it's starting to make sense.” Ms. Yamaguchi looked down at the photo of you and d/n. She began to compare herself to you, seemingly trying to find every flaw in the photo. She questioned what Ran saw in you? If she couldn’t see it then what did he actually see?  “We can confirm it's his actual daughter. It looks like they just moved here a few weeks ago… She may look like him but Ran does have a brother now they both look similar as well...” “We are just going off the birth certificate.” her assistant responded “I see… Well, she will know who I am very soon.” She smirked.

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Entering his home he flicked the lights on. This was the first time you were in his home. your heart was beating so rapidly.  “You don’t have to stand by the doorway, come on in.” he was walking to the kitchen. You walked into his home more seeing his decor. It did change slightly from the last time you saw his room in the brothel where he used to live. You saw a photo of him and Mikey on the wall from when they were younger. ‘How young they were..’ you smiled 

Draken appeared from the kitchen in his hands were two beers walking towards you. “Here.” 

“Oh, thanks. I was just looking and seeing how young you and Mikey were in this photo. How is Mikey doing?” handing a beer to you. 

“He is okay, living his life. He is at the shop every other day.” 

You nodded “Even after the divorce with Emma you both are friends?” asking him

“We are, I think he knew when things weren't working out but he didn’t say anything. Mikey caught onto a lot of things.”

Both of you sat down on the couch. You leaned on his shoulder “Hey Ken…”

“Yea?” he asked. 

“You know we hung out everyday even had moments of being alone together when we were younger. Why didn’t you tell me?” asking him. 

“It wasn’t that easy ya know.  After being friends for so long, I didn’t want to mess anything up between us back then. I was close a few times…. If I could be perfectly honest with you this time?.”  

“Sure.” tilting your head up and looking at him. “I didn’t expect you to date Ran for so long. I knew Ran's reputation with the women back then and I did worry about what it might do to you if he broke your heart. I would be there to pick up the pieces. Time kept going till that day you just disappeared…”  Draken stood quiet for a moment.

“I remember hearing the stories about the girls he was with… It wasn’t always easy to digest some of the things I heard or mentioned I was just a number like the rest…He would tell me to ignore them but it was hard not to listen to them and their experiences with him. Even when he wasn’t around, in the beginning, I was referred to as his new little toy... I honestly was waiting for him to tell me early in the relationship it wasn’t working out…” you looked down at your beer. “Since we were being honest with one another back then when Emma told me she was in love with you I kinda stepped aside maybe because it was Mikey’s little sister and I didn’t want issues to happen since you and Mikey were close… the feelings were mutual back then not just one side… I just thought whenever Emma was around you seemed happier. You just saw me as a friend or like a sister. I thought she really made you happy.” 

“Funny how life works doesn’t it? Just being with you makes my day.”

You chuckled at his comment, leaning off his shoulder you gave him a light push on his arm. He reached for your hand before you could return it back to you. He brought you closer to him and he placed his beer down. In the instant when we locked eyes, you could see the mischievous look in his eyes. His hand traveling to your hip pulling you closer he began to lean back bringing you on top of him. 

“Do you have to pick up d/n soon?” he asked in a hushed tone. 

“My aunt wanted to keep her tonight. She said, " I have to learn to socialize with other adults better, that’s what she told me...” 

“So you're available then?” flashing a small grin on his lips. “A whole night to yourself? I wonder what you will do?” the slight taunting as his hand slides  underneath the back of your shirt slightly. 

Softly chuckling as you leaned in, pressing your lips against his lightly “I think we can figure something.”

Letting out a content sigh. It would be evident you would be staying the night at his home. It started to get hot and heavy. The clothing trail that leads to the bedroom. Draken sitting on the edge of the bed. His cock was already stiff, he was trying to hold his composure in but having your lips wrapped around his cock drove him wild. “Hnnghnngg~.. Fuckk~.. Ahhhh~" Behind your long thick lashes you look up at him. “You're sucking me off so good.” grunting as he continued to watch you. No one ever sucked his cock this good before, his mind becoming hazy. He never knew hunger until he got a taste of you the first time.  “_________.” You slowed down your lips still around his cock. “I’m not gonna last much longer the way you keep sucking me off.” As your lips unwrapped around his cock “Lay back Ken.” He didn’t argue laying on the middle of the bed, his hand reaching for his cock stroking it until you straddled on top of him. You were in the reverse cowgirl position. Deciding to tease him slightly you began to grind against his cock. His cock goes between your folds as you slide back and forth. You teasing him this way was also giving you pleasure. You slightly moaned, your hands were behind you against his abs. “I'm gonna cum just by doing this~~~~~.” biting your lower lip.  You heard a groan coming from Draken, his cock is coated with your saliva and juices, lifting yourself up slightly with your hand wrapped around his cock you slowly slid yourself inside of you just like the first time you had to adjust to his tumescent size cock in your tight cunt. Both of your feet were on the outer side of Draken's thighs  You began to move up and down slightly doing a circular motion, tossing your head back slightly. 

“Haah... Uugh.. Aaah~~” Draken was muttering, as you continued to ride his cock. You felt your orgasm coming in as you began to grind against him, stimulating your clit against him. Your painting was becoming more known to him. “Cum for me ______. I want you to cum all over my cock like a good girl. You're a good girl aren’t you?” 

“Y-yes I’m a good girl Draken~~” you whimper. His hands reaching around his fingers coated with his saliva as he began to play with your clit more. “I’m coming.” you squeezed your eyes shut. “Draken, I’m coming~~~!” And with that sudden exclamation, your body tensed up, he could feel your clenching around his cock, your back arching from your sudden release, and your body felt light then grew heavy.  

Draken brings your bare back against his chest, the back of your knees draped over his. His cock began to thrust upwards into your cunt as you were still coming down from your high. He could feel your juices seeping from your cunt as his larger fingers still toying with your sensitive clit. Your head leaned against his shoulder you could hear his groan mixture of curse words spilling from his mouth. “You are so fucking wet ______. You feel so good clenching on my cock.” His free hand turns your head towards him. His lips latched onto yours before his lips met with your neck leaving a little gift behind.

“You're gonna make me cum again~~,” you whined as the climax was already brewing inside of you once. Your legs began to close on his hands which were still stimulating your clit. Panting a bit hard the tension of your body was taking over. “I want you to cum for me again,” he spoke in a husky voice looking at you as he was picking up the pack and how slippery your cunt was only sending him over the edge. “Cum for me ______.” he groaned.  A set of moans escapes your lips as you're close to an orgasm. Squirming, your cunt clenches as your hips and thighs shake, you struggle to keep my eyes open. Just the sight of you sent Draken into a frenzy thrusting motion. The sudden release inside your pussy sent you both into an orgasmic bliss.

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Ran drove to your home at about 11:30 pm. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Just the kiss he stole yesterday was on his mind all day. He wanted you and he needed to show you how much he missed you. When getting to your home he didn’t see your car. “Where is she?” he said out loud. 

Staying in his car, he called your phone. No pick up….Ran began to wonder where you left and where you took his daughter. As it went to your voicemail “Hey doll, I just pulled up to the house and you're not home? Where are you and D/n at? Give me a call when you get this.” he hung up the phone. He waited for about 30 mins thinking you were going to come home anytime with a sleeping d/n in the back seat but your car didn’t appear. Ran was already starting to get something off now. Ran drove back to the club; his demeanor was more serious. When Rin saw him he wasn’t good. Thinking that he and you may have had an argument. His brother is going into the office. A few seconds later, Ran lit a cigarette walking to the small bar they had in their office. Pouring a drink Rin saw a cloud of smoke then his brother spoke “He is a dead man…I’m gonna kill that son of a bitch.”

To be continued.....

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The Unofficial Black History Book

"The Mother Teresa of Harlem"

Clara Hale (1905-1992)

According to statistics, more than 250,000 children are placed into foster care each year in the United States alone, and every 25 minutes, a baby is born addicted to drugs in the United States; that is almost more than 20,000 babies.

A woman named Clara Hale, out of the kindness of her heart, fostered hundreds of drug-addicted babies in her own home.

This is her story.

Clara Mcbride Hale was born on April 1st, 1905 in Elizabeth City, North Carolina, then raised in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

Clara's father died when she was very young, and it's unclear how it happened. However, this tragedy compelled her mother to take in lodgers in order to provide for her four children. Sadly, at the young age of 16, Clara experienced another devastating loss when her mother passed away.

Following her graduation from high school, Clara married Thomas Hale and made the move to New York City. They had three children, two of their own and one adopted. She worked as a janitor while her husband managed his own business and pursued a college education. Unfortunately, their marriage was cut short after only a few years when Thomas passed away due to cancer.

While Clara continued to work as a cleaner and domestic worker, she eventually made the decision to leave those jobs behind in order to dedicate more time to her children.

In Harlem, as she raised her children, Clara's heart was filled with sympathy for the abandoned and neglected children in the community. During the 1940s, she dedicated herself to providing a safe haven for homeless children in her own home, offering both temporary and permanent care. Additionally, she took the time to educate parents on crucial parenting skills.

Numerous children frequented the Hale House, coming and going at various times, and remarkably, some even discovered forever homes for children who were previously homeless. Her children came to regard every new individual as if they were their own siblings.

In an interview with Parade’s Tom Seligson, she stated, “My daughter says she was almost sixteen before she realized all these other kids weren’t her real sisters and brothers. Everyone called me ‘Mommy’.”

Clara generously offered to open up her home and provide childcare services during the day, allowing parents to work without worrying about their children's well-being. Many of the children had parents who worked as live-in domestics.

The children formed such a deep attachment to Hale and her family that they decided to make the Hale's house their primary residence, returning to their own families on weekends.

By obtaining a license, Clara was able to open her home to foster children. Over the years, she provided care and support to approximately 40 children of the extended family, helping them develop a healthy level of self-esteem. Even as Clara's foster children reached adulthood and started families, she continued to see them as her own grandchildren.

Taking on the role of a nurturing mother, she selflessly cared for a multitude of children, causing the actual number of her biological family members to be subject to variation depending on different sources.

Her daughter Lorraine earned a Ph.D. in childhood development and became the executive director of ‘Hale House’.

Clara's dedication to foster care extended for an additional 25 years until her retirement in 1968. However, the following year, she faced a heart-wrenching situation. A young mother, struggling with addiction, approached Clara while she was too intoxicated to care for her baby. Despite her retirement, Clara couldn't turn her back on them.

In a dire situation, Clara's daughter, Lorraine, came across a young mother and immediately thought of Clara for help. Despite being 64 at the time, Clara remained steadfast and refused to turn them away. It was when Clara went to make a phone call in the next room that the mother disappeared, leaving her baby behind.

Clara's nurturing spirit led her to provide a loving home for a baby girl who faced the challenging journey of overcoming drug addiction from the moment she was born. She patiently helped her through the painful process of drug withdrawals, providing comfort and support.

The young mother returned to the Hale residence, this time with additional children in tow, dropping them off too.

The mother, at long last, successfully battled her drug addiction and made a triumphant return to take her children back. Clara, displaying immense generosity, played a crucial role in reuniting the family and did so without charging a single cent for her invaluable assistance.

Within a few weeks' time, Clara's apartment underwent a complete transformation as it became a safe haven for 22 babies who were grappling with drug addiction. Some of these infants had been abandoned, while others had tragically lost their parents, leaving them orphaned.

Mother Hale, Clara’s given name, told Irene Verag of ‘Newsday’ - “Before I knew it, every pregnant addict in Harlem knew about the crazy lady who would give her baby a home.”

By devoting themselves to the cause of instilling hope and injecting healing into the lives of addicted parents in Harlem, the Hale family allowed their lives to gradually be consumed by this noble endeavor, demonstrating their unwavering commitment. The dedicated family tirelessly worked day and night, pouring all their energy into supporting their cause.

To ensure their well-being, Mother Hale would keep the most fragile infants in her bedroom. She would lovingly cradle them and, when needed, spend the entire night walking the floors to soothe their discomfort during detoxification.

In order to support the influx of children in their home, Clara's own children took on as many jobs as needed, leaving no stone unturned.

In an interview with ‘The Chicago Tribune,’ “It wasn’t their fault they were born addicted. Love them. Help one another.” Clara quoted to others.

The Hale's residence became a sanctuary for numerous premature and sickly babies who arrived in need of special care and attention. There were cases where infants were born already addicted to heroin due to their mothers' drug use during pregnancy. Shaking fits and shivering were common symptoms among the babies. They would scratch their bodies to such an extent that it resulted in bleeding.

Most of the babies were born addicted to crack cocaine. The babies at Hale House frequently exhibited symptoms such as passivity and developmental delays, which were noticeable in their limited physical activity and slower cognitive development.

The detoxification process, which lasted for weeks, was a challenging journey for Mother Hale, who adamantly refused to administer any drug therapies to her babies.

Instead, she would comfort them through their withdrawals with personal care and compassion. She told the ‘New York Times’, “We hold them, touch them. They love you to tell them how great they are, how good they are, somehow, even at a young age, they understand that.”

Many of the children exhibited withdrawn behavior, but Mother Hale possessed a knack for boosting fragile egos through verbal reinforcement, hugs, and smiles.

The work of the Hale family quickly caught the attention of prominent philanthropists, civil welfare organizations, and public assistance agencies.

By securing a federal grant, the Hales were able to finance the renovation of a five-story house on 122nd Street. The Harlem brownstone became known as ‘Hale House’.

Percy Sutton, a well-known philanthropist and the President of the Manhattan Borough, organized public funding for Hale House.

Before his passing, John Lennon, a member of 'The Beatles,' generously donated thousands of dollars to the Hale House. Even after his death, the 'John Lennon Spirit Foundation' continued his legacy by making yearly contributions.

Over the years, many esteemed figures recognized the honorable work of Hale House and made generous contributions to the cause.

In 1984, Hale House had grown significantly. They now had a team of seven caregivers, all of whom were college-educated. Along with this, they had obtained a license that permitted them to provide shelter for up to fifteen children. Perhaps most notably, Hale House had become renowned for its policy of never refusing a child who required their care.

In an interview with Beverly Beyette of the 'Los Angeles Times', Mother Hale passionately declared that she would defy the authorities, as she believed in never abandoning a child in need. Her love for her children was so strong that she would face the repercussions, no matter how difficult.

She confessed, “Sometimes we would have 30 or 40 (children). (When inspectors come by) we hide them/ They say ‘Oh Mother Hale, don’t you give us any children.”

Among the children at the facility, a portion were brought in by public agencies like the police and hospitals, while the rest were left behind by their own mothers.

Hale House was founded during a period when medical science was actively researching and identifying the virus that causes AIDS in humans.

The ease of transmission of the incurable virus is heightened when drug addicts engage in needle-sharing practices. It is worth mentioning that the virus has the potential to be transmitted from a mother to her infant as well.

During that time, there was a lack of knowledge about the disease and its treatment. However, despite this, Hale fearlessly accepted the responsibility of caring for children who were confirmed to have the AIDS virus. Not only did she provide them with medical care, but she also showered them with love and nurtured them just like she did with all the other children.

In 1986, Clara's efforts led to the rescue of over 500 babies and toddlers, saving them from a life of drug addiction. Regardless of their race or background, children as young as two weeks old and as old as three years old were provided with equal and personalized care in the shelter.

At Hale House, they went beyond caring for the child survivors of drugs and AIDS. In addition to their children's care, the parents of Hale House children were given access to counseling and aid in locating suitable housing. Hale House aimed to bring families back together by teaching parents how to handle life's responsibilities.

To be reunited, addicted parents had to commit to a rehabilitation program that lasted approximately 18 months.

As part of the requirements, they had to maintain regular contact with their children through weekly visitation. The fact that in 1989, after two decades of operation, only 12 out of the hundreds of children who had been at Hale House needed to be adopted is a testament to the program's success. Not only were wayward youths and other addicts provided assistance, but they were also given guidance to help them pave a path towards a better life.

In 1985, President Regan honored Mother Hale during his state of the union address. She was invited to Washington D.C., where she was seated next to First Lady Regan during the speech when the president introduced her as “A true American Hero”.

The Supreme Court and Congress showered her with applause, and she humbly embraced their recognition.

In recognition of her exceptional dedication to serving the public, she received the prestigious Harry S. Truman Award in 1989.

Clara received numerous honors throughout her life. Despite the accolades, Mother Hale's heart always remained focused on the needy children who sought her help.

In 1986, she told Herschel Johnson of ‘Ebony’ that, “I’d like for it to go down in History that we taught our children to be proud black American citizens, and that they could do anything, and they could do it for themselves.”

As an honored speaker, Clara, aged 84, made her way to Los Angeles in 1990. The symposium she attended was dedicated to the important topic of caring for infants impacted by drug addiction, and it aimed to provide guidance for caregivers and social workers.

By then, the public had become acquainted with Mother Hale's impactful work and her esteemed reputation. Despite the professional crowd, her words still managed to catch everyone off guard.

“Help another. Love each other.”

A phrase that she repeated countless times throughout her life.

At the conference in Los Angeles, Dr. Ernie Smith had the opportunity to hear Clara express her love straightforwardly, and he made sure to reinforce her message.

According to Beyette, Dr. Smith said, “Well, mother Hale didn’t have a Ph.D or an M.D. or “Any other kind of D.” but she took in that first drug baby back in 1969. All she had was a rocking chair.”

As Hale continued her work, she told Beyette, “When I get to Heaven, I’m going to rest.”

As Clara's health declined, she grew too weak to cradle the tiny babies she cherished.

December 18th, 1992 marked the day when Clara's life ended due to complications in New York.

Clara and the Hale House are known for their life-saving efforts, having rescued and secured the futures of countless babies over the years.

At her funeral in New York, she was eulogized by Reverend Carolyn Knight of the Philadelphia Baptist Chruch, who praised Mother Hale as “The moral conscience of this city.”

The legacy of Mother Hale lives on through the ongoing efforts of the Hale Foundation in New York.

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[wanduhhh]

We Can’t

Chapter 12: Kisses For Breakfast.

You and Wanda are… complicated. Babysitter/ Mommy Wanda AU.

I hadn’t planned this to be the last one, but my motivation slipped away. I don’t think as many people are still invested and the lack of excitement makes me less invested too yknow 🫠. Its okay it happens!! Im more of a reader than a writer but it’s fun sometimes. Thank you for all the love on this, it truly melted my heart. Maybe it’ll show up for a little one shot here and there. Thank you thank you!

Warnings: angst, smut, language, 18+

Please don’t post my content without my consent.

Enjoy :)

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The night was spent with Wanda’s tongue buried deep inside you, sweaty hands grasping her hair. You had lost count of the number of times she had made you come in her mouth. It was so blissful. All you had pined for was to have her in your bed, waking up entwined with her; as you had only been allowed to do so a handful of times.

But when the sun broke through your room awakening you, you felt the opposite. You peeled Wanda’s arm from around your waist and swung your feet to the ground. Sitting at the edge of the bed with your head in your hands, you tried not to wake the other woman who was snoring softly. All your mind could focus on was the emotional tennis match she had commenced in your mind. Constantly in between knowing she was yours; and wishing her to be.

Thoughts ran through your mind, plaguing the happiness that had situated there. Of days spent in the Maximoff residence, watching Vision wind his arms around Wanda as she eyed you over his shoulder. You felt stumped at how much she truly had put you through, the intoxicating aura of the woman often masking how much she had flipped your life on its head. Your mental spiral was interrupted by Wanda mumbling about you being too far away, sleepily wrapping her arms around you. You lay beside her stiff as a board.

As Wanda slept on you had wondered what would come of this situation once she woke up. When she peeled her eyes open you realised she was happy to live in denial. Avoiding bringing up Vision, or the fate of her life. There were things to be addressed, a divorce, custody and a house to think about. You found yourself frustrated with the woman, groaning at her comical pout where you would normally find yourself swooning.

It occurred to you on this slow morning that you had placed all of your self worth within the arms of another woman. Allowing her to decide for you whether or not you were allowed to feel a certain way. You decided then that this was the last time you would feel that way. Beginning this relationship when Wanda held all of the cards, you scraped a deck together for yourself.

When it came time to talk like adults, you decided Wanda needed to know how you truly felt. Tears were streaming before you even opened your mouth. You took a seat across from her, not willing her touch to cloud your mind and mix your words. “Wanda we need to talk, and I mean actually talk not just fuck”. She gulped, silently willing you to continue. “I have felt so powerless this whole time. So fucking useless. I have had no stake in this whatsoever. Letting you lead the way every step of the way. I just feel so fuck-“ you raked your fingers through your hair hard enough that you felt your scalp prickle in pain. “I just want this to be equal. No more of me waiting for you constantly, my life has been on hold since I met you. I love you so much Wanda, but I don’t want to live like this anymore”.

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Wanda throughout your speech, knowing that upon seeing her watering eyes you would stop in your tracks. When you finished and met her eyes, your heart clenched in your chest. Tears trailed down her cheeks and her eyes were planted firmly on the floor. After heaving a ragged breath she said “I understand. I’m so sorry I dragged you into this baby” your heart squeezed at her words. “I thought I had everything figured out until I met you. So content to live everyday of my life just being ‘fine’, but you dug me up” you let a sob out just hearing her. “You woke me up y/n, I finally know what it feels like to be loved. I just want everything with you bunny. I can’t wait to wake up everyday with you by my side. I love you.” You breathed a sigh of relief.

She took your hands in hers and spoke so earnestly, “we are going to do this together. Figure everything out side by side. I am yours, fully. We are going to be disgustingly in love everyday”. You let out a watery chuckle, your heart felt like it had been released from impossible clutches. You knew then that her words were full of truth. Excitement bubbles in you as you thought of the next step for you both.

Needing nothing more in the moment than to be as close to her as earthly possible, you threw yourself on top of her. Collapsing with your face in her neck, thighs bracketing her waist. Her hand trailed up and down your back breathing comforts into your ear; you were once again reminded of how this was her breakup and that you should be the one comforting her. You flopped beside her onto your back, noting her confused gaze with a quirk of your eyebrow. When you tapped your chest twice, her puzzled expression deepened. “Please mommy, sit on my face” you breathed; smirking to yourself as you watched her chest heave.

“Are you sure baby? I know you just wanted to talk” she cocked her head at you, you bit your lip at her smirk. “I’m sure, I just need you”. She leaned to whisper in your ear “dumb baby just needs her mommy hmm?” You nodded as you rubbed your thighs together.

Moments later when you found yourself with your tongue deep inside her, her head thrown back as she panted, you couldn’t believe your luck. She raised her hips up and down at a relentless pace, digging her nails into the headboard as she pushed her body. You wanted to tell her how beautiful she was in that moment, spill the words from your mouth. But you were all too consumed with bringing her to the edge. Her moans swam through your ears, making you hum inside her. Her resounding “fuck” and grind of her hips against your open mouth, had you dripping down your open thighs.

That’s how you wanted to comfort her, care for her. But Wanda wanted to care for you just as much. As you lay there naked and sweaty she braided your hair, cleaning you with a wet towel and kissing behind your ears just to hear the giggle you let out each time. She tried to leave you in bed to go and cook you breakfast, but when you trailed behind her she laughed and lifted you to sit you up on the counter. Giving you a bite of fruit every time she cut a slice. She made bad puns and put music on that she sang the wrong words to.

You were so enamoured that you couldn’t peel your eyes away for a second. When you noted the blush on her cheeks from your unwavering attention, you didn’t will yourself to look away. Her love language was definitely communicated through cooking, and as you sat on the counter being fed bites of pancakes by Wanda, you definitely felt loved.

She told you silly stories about using a nightlight til she was a teen, and you committed every detail to memory. Watching in awe at the way her hands floated with every word, trying to convey all the passion she held in her body. It allowed you to bask in the simplicity just for a second, your mind letting all of the drama slip away. Replaced instead with how Wanda’s eyes crinkled at the edges when she laughed at her own stories.

That night your bubble had well and truly burst when Wanda solemnly whispered to you she had to go back to the house. You immediately protested, not knowing anything about Vision’s personality; but not chancing Wanda being left alone with the unstable man. She agreed to let you go with her if you promised to stay in the car, that was good enough for you. So after a shower and a pep talk you both loaded into Wanda’s car and started on the way there. Her knee bounced so violently that you had to put both your hands on it to calm her down.

When she pulled up outside the house her breath had begun to come out in short pants. You wished to be able to go in and do this for her, protect her with all your might. But you knew this had to be her.

She took a deep breath, gave you a quick kiss and then made her way inside. Then it was your turn to panic, borderline hyperventilating at the overwhelming feelings.

The minutes dragged in and all you could do was stare at the front door. Barely blinking, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. When it opened your breathing didn’t calm down at all, there was Wanda sure but there was also Vision. Marching towards the car, a nervous Wanda towing behind him balancing a suitcase and a few bags. You got out to help her and muttered a soft “you’re okay” as you did.

Vision looked at you then, you could see the venom in his eyes. “Well y/n I have to say, I was unaware you would be caring for my wife as well as the boys when I hired you. If I knew you were so easy I maybe would’ve fucked you myself” Wanda’s sharp intake of breath paused your clenching fists. You knew in that moment it was more important to take care of the woman you loved, than beat the shit out of her soon to be ex-husband.

As she opened her mouth, most likely to lash out at the man, you grabbed her hand in yours and dragged her into the car. Kissing her once she was seated, just as a minor ‘fuck you’.

The adrenaline was pulsing through the car on the way back to your apartment, it felt like the two of you were in a romance novel. Running off to elope and live happily ever after. She told you the boys were at their grandparents, and as much as you wished they were coming home with you both, you were both grateful for the moment of peace within the chaos.

You felt yourself breathe your first true sigh of relief when you watched Wanda place her pyjamas alongside yours in the dresser. Feeing like you had finally found a moment of solace in amongst the madness. You finally had the woman you loved, and you couldn’t wait to spend everyday of your lives together showing her how she deserved to be loved.

Your head still ached when you dared to think of the repercussions that would follow, custody battles and what was sure to be a toxic divorce. But your heart ached for a whole other reason when you considered the other side to this. A new house together, raising the boys by her side. There was still so much to figure out, but when Wanda whispered how much she loved you, eyes closed and already half way to snoring, you felt nothing but pure happiness.

[yandere-romanticaa]

Hello, if you're open! (If not ignore this) but I see your a fellow Hakuryuu lover as well! If you do scenarios, (if not, headcanons are fine) can you do one with yandere!Hakuryuu who's s/o escapes him during the kou civil war (to both escape his madness but also because she was pregnant with his child) and Hakuryuu is pissed and devastated and never stops looking for her. After the timeskip he finally finds her hiding in Kina with his baby son when he, Aladdin, stay there? Thanks!

Anon, I had this EXACT same idea for a while now! So thank you for requesting this, it made me so happy! Also, spoilers for the Magi manga, Kou Civil War arc. And sorry if this wasn't very good, I really tried lmao.

♡ Ren Hakuryuu ♡

It was a full moon tonight, and the 4th Emperor of the Kou Empire, Ren Hakuryuu, was looking out one of the many windows, lost deep within his enraged thoughts. A part of him knew that it was bound to happen, a part of his knew that (y/n) would try to escape. Only Judal and a couple of others knew of (y/n)'s disappearance but other then that it was all carefully hidden. The people of the empire simply could not know that the Empress had ran off to God knows where, the morale was already so low. Oh how Hakuryuu missed her, words could not express that feeling. How he longed for the warmth of her embrace and the sweetness of her voice was maddening, so much so that he could bearly concentrate on anything. It didn't help that his beloved wife was feeling rather ill before dissapearing, and the thought of her being pregnant only gave him more determination to find her. Yes, he missed her dearly but she needed to be punished. She needs to know that she cannot act like this, that Hakuryuu is just doing this to protect her! He sent countless scouts and soldiers out all over the empire and beyond, but his efforts always turned out to be fruitless. (y/n) was almost like a ghost, not a single trace was left of her. It greatly angered him but, Hakuryuu had to give her the credit of cleaning up her tracks like this. He can only imagine how stressful it felt and just how catious she had to be. I mean, almost anyone would be able to recoginse the Empress herself, no?

Whatever the case may be, Hakuryuu never gave up, he couldn't give up. He was going to find (y/n) no matter the cost. He was willing to bend this cursed world upside down if it meant that she would be his once again.

Alas, Hakuryuu had no idea just how many diffirent surprises the future had in store for him.

♡♡♡

Months have passed, and thanks to Sinbad, Hakuryuu was now one of the worlds top three most wanted terrorists. The other two were Nerva Julius, the former heir of the Reim Empire and the current king of the kingdom of Kina, Takeruhiko Yamato. All three of them had refused to give up their metal vessels to Sinbad and the Seven Seas Alliance and because of that they were branded by many as dangerous criminals. All three of them though took refuge somewhere else, and their whereabouts were unknown to the world.

It was strange how the kingdom of Kina dissapeared so suddenly. It was a small island country in the middle of the great ocean but now it was just gone. No one knew that kingdom was now hidden in the Dark continent, in one piece and with two of the "terrorists" residing there. Hakuryuu trained with Yamato every single day, in a vain attempt to keep his mind occupied. Ever since he defected from the throne his search for his wife came to a halt and this devistated Hakuryuu to no end. He would often dream her and what would their future look like if they were still together. Her sweet scent and soft skin plauged his mind for hours on end, and whenever Hakuryuu opened his eyes he was always reminded by the cold wind that he was indeed alone.

Alone...

God he hated this feeling. This constant feeling of sadness, shame, regret, emptiness fury. It was getting to him, he was just at a complete loss.

"...(y/n) my darling, just.... Where are you..."

Leaving the warmth of his bed, Hakuryuu exited the castle for a little late night stroll. The only thing that could be heard was the soft stream of a nearby river and a few smal animals here and there. He tilted his head towards the sky and was met with a sight that should have been bautiful, that should have brought him joy, if not a little wonder even. But Hakuryuu felt nothing. The glimmering stars were like another reminder of how much he had lost in such a short time. It felt as though the world was mocking him, reminding him of his past mistakes and failures. For a short while he had it all, he truly did. He had his empire, he had Judal, he had (y/n)... But now?

He had nothing.

Should he even contiune on with his life? What even is the point of living if the world has made its point crystal clear, that there is no place for him in it? Truth be told, the only reason he was alive right now was to just spite the world. Deep down he was still clinging to that small ray of hope that one day he could see (y/n) once again. Just to see her smile, to hear her voice, anything!

He stood on the dirt path, so lost in his own dark mind that he failed to see a little boy running up towards him. Hearing the soft footsteps, Hakuryuu turned around and was met with a sight that shook him to the core. Looking down he saw a little boy, no older then three, but he was almost identical as Hakuryuu. It was like staring in to a small mirror! They had the same face and hair, but what Hakuryuu took special note of were his (e/c) eyes. They were so familliar-!!! Furrowing his brow, Hakuryuu violently shook his head. He... He really was going crazy wasn't he...? He was just imagining things, he had to be! His blue eyes were glued to the little boy and all sorts of thoughts ran through his broken mind. Hope was slowly bubbling up in his chest once he finally realized that he could speak once again. But before he could, he heard someone yell.

"Daiju, there you are! Sweetie, you can't just run off in-!!"

Time itself felt as though it came to a halt the moment those (e/c) eyes locked in to Hakuryuu's. Hakuryuu was almost shaking, not fully realizing that this was real. Slowly, he tilted his head and looked at the boy once more. The little boy, Daiju, seemed to be confused but he still smiled none the less. Hakuryuu put the two and two together and the thought came to him.

This was his son.

(y/n) was right in front of him.

Was this real? Was any of this real?! Did he somehow die in his sleep?! Or was this a dream!!? Without even thinking, Hakuryuu quickly took ahold of (y/n)'s arm. It was just like how he remembered it, so soft and delicate... His breathing was ragged and uneven, his his grip far thighter then it ever was. How badly (y/n) wanted to scream at that moment. She needed to get out of here, she needed to hide her son, his son-!

She trembled and whimpered as Hakuryuu lightly twisted her wrist. He pushed her on to the ground and covered her mouth with one of his hands. Daiju shouted in the background, wanting Hakuryuu to just "get off his mommy!" His gaze was intense, angry, loving... Salty tears escaped those (e/c) that he loved so much as he dipped his head near her neck. He lightly sniffed her neck, fully englufing (y/n)'s intoxicating smell. He had no clue just how much he craved her, just how badly he would lose control once her found her. Nothing prepared Hakuryuu for this, but he sure as Hell wasn't going to let her go. Daiju's face was covered in tears as he lightly punched Hakuryuu's back in a desparate attempt to help his mother. Hakuryuu turned his gaze towards his son, his eyes slightly softening in the process. A small smile framed his face as he stared at the little boy, his boy, who in return was terrified beyond belief. (y/n) trashed beneath Hakuryuu but no matter what she did it was no good. He was strong, much more strong then he was the last time they were together.

Hakuryuu once again turned his attention towards (y/n), only this time with a look that could kill. His slim fingers lightly traced her neck, almost like a warning. She dared not to move as she now knew just how screwed she was. She thought that she was finally free, and even though the pregnancy caught her off guard, she still deeply cared for her son, even if he still was this monsters son.

Even so, his eyes shined with such determination that (y/n) shook with complete and utter fear. The air around her became thick as she felt as though she could no longer breathe. And with Hakuryuu right on top of her, she really could not. She prayed and prayed for mercy but no one heard her, and no one was ever going to hear her. They were finally back together and Hakuryuu had never felt so happy in his entire life.

[onemaninthedark]

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.   Aeson Daniel Reeves NICKNAME.  Aes, Ace, dick, douchebag, asshole, motherfucker, bastard, etc. GENDER.   Male HEIGHT.   6′2″ (as a human), 7′1″ (as wolf, standing) AGE.   33 ZODIAC.   Aries SPOKEN LANGUAGES.   English, Spanish (some)

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.   Medium Brown EYE COLOR.   Brown, with some hazel SKIN TONE.   Light olive BODY TYPE.   Athletic, lean, muscular VOICE.   Lower-pitched, a little bit rough (kind of like Booker DeWitt from Bioshock Infinite). Singing voice voice kind of like Eddie Vedder from Pearl Jam, but usually quiet, with less range. (You can tell I’ve thought about this a lot, right?)  DOMINANT HAND.   Left POSTURE.    Relaxed through the back, but tense in the arms and legs. Often crosses his arms. SCARS.   Large knife slashes across bridge of nose, front of neck, and lower left abdomen. Bullet scars in upper left bicep, right hip, right thigh, and right butt cheek (yup, right in the center, too). Various smaller slashes, cuts, and burns. Bite marks on the base of his neck, in the back (in werewolf verses). TATTOOS.   Initials and birth year on left side of ribcage (in case he needs to be identified). A chimera eating a shark eating a cartoon person on his right bicep (done by a drunk friend, very faded). Small butterfly on his right ankle (done on a dare, very faded). BIRTHMARKS.   None. MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).   The scars on his face are what most people notice first

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.   Los Alamos, New Mexico, USA   HOMETOWN.   Los Alamos, New Mexico, USA SIBLINGS.   Elias Reeves (30), Isadora Reeves (26) PARENTS.   Thomas and Melina Reeves

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.   Hunter (supernatural verses). Bounty hunter, odd jobs (non-supernatural). CURRENT RESIDENCE.   Usually a motel or his truck somewhere in the U.S. CLOSE FRIENDS.   His only current “friend” is his phone repair guy, Jack, who calls him at 2 AM to talk video games and cry over his ex-wife RELATIONSHIP STATUS.   Single FINANCIAL STATUS.   Just barely getting by DRIVER’S LICENSE.   Yes CRIMINAL RECORD.   Detained for street fighting and public intoxication. Arrested on murder charges that were ruled self-defense. VICES.   Smoking, drinking, cussing, physical combat

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.   Identifies as straight, but has bicurious tendencies PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.   submissive | dominant | switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.   submissive | dominant | switch LIBIDO.   High, but gets impatient TURN ON’S.   Biting, licking, marking, rubbing, hair-pulling, and a lot of other things he won’t admit to TURN OFF’S.   Daddy/mommy kink, humiliation, being watched by a third party   LOVE LANGUAGE.   Quality time RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. Prefers one-night stands or short flings with a mutual understanding that the relationship won’t become serious. If it does become serious, he becomes very protective, as well as more self-conscious about his flaws.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.   (How about a tiny playlist instead) Way Down We Go by Kaleo, Human by Rag’n’Bone Man, Bitter End by Rag’n’Bone Man, Fake It by Seether, Fell on Black Days by Soundgarden, Come As You Are by Nirvana, Do Your Worst by Rival Sons, Shakin’ Off The Rust by The Blue Stones... maybe I should just make a separate post for this HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.   Reading, watching films and TV, playing bass, singing (only when he’s alone) LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.   Left brained PHOBIAS.   Hospitals (he treats all his own wounds, unless he falls unconscious) SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.   Comes off as high, but actually low VULNERABILITIES.   Indifferent, emotionally distant, regretful, self-doubting

TAGGED BY: @itsagentzero TAGGING: A particular individual that may or may not be you but no one will ever know

[hail-langdvn]

A Fluffy, Floaty Baby

Summary: michael is being a bad boy and y/n isn't having any of it

Warnings: young!michael, CEO!fem!reader, jealousy, spanking, mommy!kink, overstimulation, subspace

Word Count: 2.5k

(Y/N) had bigger things to worry about than what was already on her mind. She had meetings galore and paperwork-- none, in which, too important, but regardless she should be focused.

After her first meeting concluded she made her way down to the fourth floor to attend her second meeting. That conference room was on the same floor as the cafeteria. As she stepped out of the elevator, she noticed a familiar blond boy leaning up against the wall while some level one tech broad was flirting with him. Michael smiled back at her, allowing her to touch him.

(Y/N) didn't have time to call him out, not that she would've in the first place. Yet, it made herself crawl out of her skin seeing someone touching on what's hers. She was a selfish bitch, how else did she get to where she was?

Throughout the meeting, (Y/N) clicked the heel of her stilettos down making an annoyed tapping noise. She even didn't know what this was all about and after all the commotion settled, she was going to make Michael read it and report it back to her.

“(Y/N)? How do you feel about all of this?” Gallant, also the COO of the company, called. What an ass, he saw me spaced out the whole time. She groaned mentally.

(Y/N) opened her mouth to speak, gathering up some bullshit words. “How much did you say this would cost?” She asked, turning the focus to the CFO, Madison. They explained it to her before coming back. “Well, then go for it. Madison should know our financial state, she'll plan it out and you guy report back to me in two week. If you'll excuse me.” (Y/N) propped herself out of her seat and exited the conference room heading up to the top floor where her office resided.

The elevator dinged, making Michael's head pop up. Anytime he saw her, it made his stomach do flips. But she gave that effect to any other guy who watched from afar, her beauty and confident radiated and it was hard to miss.

When she approached Michael's desk, her hand comes down hard on the wood. “In my office, now.” Her voice more monotonous than angry if anything. Michael gives her a confused look, but still popped up following her into her vast office, shutting the door behind him.

“Bend over.” She commanded, pointing at the empty space on her desk.

“I'm sorry?” Michael looked at her more confused than ever.

“Bend over.”

“Did I do some-” He stopped himself, not allowing her to get any angrier. He hated an angry mommy. Michael trudged his ways to the desk, bending over allowing her to slide his slacks down.

“Who was that in the cafeteria, touching you.” (Y/N) asked pacing a bit. It all clicked in his head.

“It was no one. She just was asking me what it's like to be your assistant.” Her ring cladded hands rubbed over his cheeks, making him shiver.

“Didn't look like nothing to me. Seemed like you liked it.” (Y/N) accused, getting ready to spank the bad boy bent over for her.

“I didn't, mommy.” He whined, gripping the edge of the desk. Just by that one word, (Y/N) was intoxicated.

“Regardless, mommy couldn't focus. I had a whole meeting, but all I could think about is her talking to my baby boy. You'd rather have her touch you, instead?”

“No, mama!” He instantly replies, not wanting her to even think of that. Michael adored (Y/N) so much, it bewildered him to think of any other woman touching him the way she did.

“You're going to count it out while mommy spanks you. Are we clear?” She asked, leaning toward his ear. He nodded feverishly. “Good.”

Instantaneously, Michael's body shudders as her hand lifts and quickly lands with such a sharp sound coming from the impact. He coherently mumbled a one. (Y/N) wasted no time going into the next one. Two. Before Michael knows it, she's on the fifth one. He was already aroused from the spanking, only his mama could ever make pain feel so good.

“Oh, bubby, nice and red for mommy.” She cooed, the coolness from her rings soothing the heat. Michael moaned at her sudden gentleness, but he was surprised; (Y/N) always did that, she would be angry one minute then lovey dovey the next. Not that he could ever complain, it mixed perfectly. “C'mere.” She says, ushering him to go onto her pristinely white leather couch in the center of her room. Michael pushed himself off the desk and followed her orders. He sat down hesitantly, his rear still aching from her spanking. (Y/N) caressed his face, moving his tousled hair out of his face. “Maybe I should send you back to work and deal with that hard cock yourself, bubby.” She planted multiple kisses along his strong jaw.

“No, mommy please.” He whimpered, gripping her forearm. She smirked, halting her sweet kisses, taking a look at his hard cock. She didn't spank him often, but if it caused that much arousal, why hadn't she done it sooner? “Please touch me, mommy.”

(Y/N) couldn't resist the sweet boy and his greedy whining. She loved how vocal he was for her. Her hand slid from his cheek to his inner thigh, spreading them apart a bit to make room for herself. (Y/N) had her own little plan and by the time she was done with him, he wouldn't be able to move.

(Y/N) knelt down on her knees. She spit on his cock, allowing her saliva to drip down. (Y/N) licked her hand, getting them wet enough. She then gripped his base, squeezing it to tighten her loose grip. Michael let's out a soft moan. (Y/N) pumped her hand up and down, not quite ready to use her mouth yet. Michael kept pushing his hips upward. She uses her free hand to shove his hips back down while the other picked up the pace. “You think that shitty tech that was flirting with you could make you feel this good?”

“N-no, mommy, fuck.” He moaned, trying to contain himself. The top floor had two more offices (for the the COO and CFO) all in which who had assistants of their own. Michael knew well if he were to get too loud (Y/N) would stop. So, would try to keep it at a minimum.

“Haven't even used my mouth yet, darling.” She teased, watching him spiral out of his own control. The walls were paper thin, but that didn't bother Gallant, he'd just tease her about tomorrow during lunch.

The shlicking noise from (Y/N) rapid hand movements throws Michael on edge. Her hand was already dripping from his immense amount of precum, she was just waiting for him to plead for her to let him cum. And it was just on cue. “Please, mama.”

“Please what, baby?” She dumbfounded tilted her head, despite her still jerking him away. He didn't know how to get a single word out.

“C-cum, mommy. I'm,” He lets out an ungodly moan, “Please, mama, can I cum?” His soul almost left his body from how long it took for her to respond. But when she said yes, he had no hesitation, cum shooting out on to her lip and over her hands. He watched her intently as she goes to lick everything up, in a matter of a minute, (Y/N) was clean and ready to follow through with her plan.

Without letting him know, she grabbed ahold of him tapping the head against her lips. He looked at her shocked that she was already going into the next thing. She only did that when she was awarding him for being a good boy, wasn't she just mad for that girl flirting with him? Michael couldn't put anymore thought into it, (Y/N) already had her mouth wrapped around the tip and was swirling her tongue around. “Oh, fuck mommy.” He groaned, grabbing her hair. She smirked knowing this round was going to be the easiest. (Y/N) glanced at her clock in the corner of the room, the one facing her. She wanted to see how fast she could make him cum. Once noting the time, she instantly takes all his length (and oh boy, was it a lot of length) bobbing her head while her hands fondled his balls. Michael was already a moaning mess and she barely started a minute ago. (Y/N) slides his cock out of her mouth catching her breath for a second before deep throating him again. All it took was four minutes to have his hot cum shoot down her throat. Not the fastest but good timing for her.

By then Michael wanted her more than anything, but he knew better than to ask. (Y/N) didn't plan on riding him, but it just happened. She was dripping wet from touching him, hell just looking at him could make her wet. She didn't want tease him because then she'd be teasing herself, but it was in her nature to. She straddled his hips, hiking her pencil skirt above her own hips, and sliding her panties to the side. His nails dig into her hips. (Y/N) could feel impatience.

“Please, mama. Don't tease me.” He groaned, wanting her more than ever before.

“Why shouldn't I, darling?” She asked, grinding her clit down on his cock while rocking forward and backward. “Didn't I just let you cum twice, spoiled boy?”

“Yes, but-”

“Tsk, tsk. I might just leave you here, should you decide to say anything else.” His mouth clamped shut while his eyes followed her every move. She stared for a few seconds before guiding the tip into her as she dropped down slowly. “Fuck.” She hissed, sliding his full length further into her. Her jaw dropped from the feeling of his thick, veiny shaft filling her up and giving the full sensation no one else before him could.

Because Michael had already offered up two orgasms, he didn't nearly last as long as he normally would any other day. (Y/N) found it amusing. Gripping her hips so tight, sinking his fingertips so deep it was sure to leave bruises. Right before he was about to cum, she slid out and grabbing his cock, finishing him off with her hands. The third one that day. Michael's head fell back weary from the three orgasm. He was done, it was clear. He didn't even have the energy to pull his pants on. He just wanted to sit on the couch, the leather now warm from sitting there for that long. However, (Y/N) wasn't done.

“You can give me one more.” She tells him, stroking his cock between her delicate fingers. He whined, grabbing her wrist instantly.

“Please, mommy, I really can't.” He sighed, this is what she wanted. Pleasure as a punishment.

“But you can, baby.” She urges. It wasn't the first time they did something like this. In fact, (Y/N) probably threw him into this state majority of the time. He didn't mind it later, but in the moment he felt like he couldn't cum anymore times. “You always make it to at least four.”

A low growl left his mouth as she spit on his cock, allowing it to drip down again. Once her hand started the up-and-down motion, he felt himself go somewhere. No, not physically, but he just wasn't present. Michael was floating and watched his lover with a pleasant smile on his face. (Y/N) noticed.

“Such a good baby boy.” Michael let out an adorable giggle, a sound he wouldn't make outside of this state. “You're Mommy's good boy, huh?”

“Of course.” The corners of his mouth curled upward and his eyes stared in awe. “Your good boy.” He mumbled.

“Exactly, bubby. My good boy.” She recited. It was dire to compliment and allow his ego to soar when he's floating, otherwise it wouldn't be so pretty. A cheerful, floating Michael was better than anything else. “You're going to cum for me, yeah?”

“Mhm,” he hummed in focus. His cheeks were pigmented in a rosy red and over he looked flustered, nevertheless, seemed to enjoy it all. Minute going by, the cum, more or less, seeped out due to his lack of energy. However, it was still a very powerful orgasm.

(Y/N) got up to get some tissues or napkins she kept in her desk to clean him up, but before she could even turn away, Michael snagged her wrist. Instead of the glorious smile that resided on his face moments before, a terrible frown played on his lips. “You're leaving me here by myself, mommy?”

She looked at him so pitifully. “Of course not, bubby, just going to get something to wipe you up. You're all sweaty, darling.” She tried to explain but the words didn't really get through to him. “Michael, I'm just going to be a second.”

His scowled at the sound of his name, sounding so wrong coming from his mommy. “Michael?”

“Here,” She ignored, easing his grip off her wrist and started to put his feet between the two whole of his boxers. “Up.” She commanded when it was time to push his hips upward to get them on. She followed through with the same motions for his black work slacks. (Y/N), then, fixed the little details such as his tousled hair and slightly wrinkled shirt.

“Can we cuddle now, mama?” He asked sweetly, pressing the side of his head into the couch cushions.

“Not here.” (Y/N) deadpanned, kissing his sweaty forehead. “You know not at work, bubby.”

“Why?” It seemed like the end of the world to him. All he wanted was to be held after all of that, why couldn't he get that?

“We aren't at home.” She explained from her desk, checking her phone seeing about ten texts from Gallant telling her to keep it down. His sighs became shakey, she could hear it. “Please, not here, baby.” Floaty Michael was a burden, but one she was willing to carry. Just not at work. Michael couldn't help it, his mentally was infiltrated with the thoughts further than what it really was.

Little sniffles were enough to get (Y/N) to pile all her work into her bag and decided to do everything at home. She knelt on the floor and caressed his cheek, wiping any little tears that left his eyes. “What's wrong, baby?”

“You're too busy for me, mama.”

“I could never be too busy for you.” She grinned, resting her head on his knee. “I was just packing up so we can go home. You can have one of my vanilla-cherry scented ones, the one that comes out red.” He smiled, floaty Michael was almost as sweet as regular Michael.

[mercytaste-blog]

tw : violence, alcohol, drugs, hoseok, smoking, mentions of blood, mentions of underage sex, dubcon/noncon, statutory rape .

hewwo it ur fave virgo here thats late 2 the party as per usual , *jk vc* ireumeun jam , and i’m from the pst tz !! i’m old , but not as old as the resident 97line senior citizens , kim taehyung owns my whole heart & ass and id do anything for my boy , uhhhhHhh this intro is a Hot Mess , but yknow its Cute , it has hoseok in it , my baby d*ddy , & give this intro a like & slide into my dmz ( stream while we wait#7722 ) to plot , also ,,, im a Busy girl ,,, like ,,, i work a Lot but thats okay , if i accidentally ghost u j shoot me another message , spam me even , it usually means i read the message n thot i replied ghuijof

did i really just see JUNG HOSEOK ? nah, that’s just  ZADKIEL LIM , also known as the  REAPER  of neverland. apparently, they’re a  TWENTY FIVE  year old  LOST BOYS member. i heard that the NON BINARY  is known for their  FRESH TRACK MARKS, PURPLE SPLOTCHES LITTERING ON THE SKIN, COLD HANDS DIPPED IN RED, and INTOXICATED LIPS REEKING WITH SIN vibe.

 b a c k g r o u n d ;

they born in new malden, uk. mom was sixteen when she had them and dad was,,, dad was NOT there cause mommy kept him as a secret because it was already shameful in their family that their youngest daughter is fucking pregnant at sixteen after fucking church camp and dad was old, he was a youth leader from a different church that was camping at the same location as where their mom was

they were born into a very very very religious household, hence the name zadkiel and the family did not want them at all, mom didn’t either, so they were just passed around to a very distant relative who was the only one who was willing to take them in but with a price obviously

dear auntie had a very big problem , very big financial problem that her day job can not cover hence why she turned to other methods,,, of getting money to get them both by and by the time zadkiel was old enough to coherently talk, they too got pulled into that shady night time job their auntie was working for

their auntie did everything from being a drug runner to doing sex work to espionage work for a low ranking gang and zadkiel got pulled into that lifestyle at the young age of fifteen

they did a lot of small task, being a drug runner, shoplifting, etc. before the gang crumpled down to pieces because of a gang war that broke out between their gang and another small gang

zadkiel obviously fled because they’re a chaotic neutral at best and they didn’t want to get involved in the losing team so they fished for a bigger gang, a stronger gang and that was how they ended up in the lost boys at the age of eighteen

they worked their way up til they were allowed to do bigger things, bigger rewards, and now they’re known as the reaper because they’re very very very passionate about knives and their silent kills , and they basically work as a hitman for the lost boys 

and that is all i have so FAR , will develop more later On when I get more of a feel of them 

p e r s o n a l i t y ;

they’re a chaotic neutral so they’re very finicky and won’t hesitate to switch teams if worst comes to worst

outgoing, like very very outgoing , very very charming , likes worming their way into people’s lives & pants

they’re just want whats best for themselves , super self centered and doesn’t think about anyone else , but y’know if you’re one of the lucky ones then they’ll be over protective over you 

cares a lot about their reputation etc. as much as they care about their motor cycle & knives

kinda like iago, the bird / the character from othello , if u know what i mean, they like causing mayhem and whispering into other people’s ear 

[sloppysequinz]

Where are you going, silly pet!? Look at you, you can’t even walk. You’re this fucked up and you’re still trying to crawl away? Shh, shh, let mommy pick you up. There we go. Let’s lie down, honey pie, the world must be spinning for you.

That’s it, just sink into me. I know, I know, Mommy’s titties are so warm and soft—you can nuzzle and suckle all you want, baby. Mommy’s warm and soft all over! Big soft belly, big soft thighs, all to make my silly little pet feel comfy and safe.

Now, breathe in. Ah ah ah! Don’t try and resist, baby. Mommy knows what’s good for you. Just let me—there we go. You always go limp when I grab your hair. You’re just too easy, pet, that’s why you need mommy looking after you. Breathe in now…deeper….

There we go. God, you’re soooo precious when your eyes go crossed. Too high to even see! Doesn’t it feel good? See, Mommy knows best. Look at that little trail of drool off your pretty lips. No brains left now, pets don’t need them. All you need is to be a soft needy little pet nuzzled into Mommy’s tits. Now, breathe in…

[pinwheelrecords]

BREAKING NEWS! 

Here's the list of everything we'll have on Saturday. We did our best to order everything that folks asked for, but unfortunately we didn't receive everything we requested.

Please note that quantities are *extremely* limited - in some cases, we only received one copy of a particular title. And as usual, only one copy of each release per person. 

We open at 9am Saturday. You're welcome to line up whenever you want - just be respectful of our neighbors. We’ll have free coffee and donuts for y’all.

Okay, here we go:

13th Floor Elevators: The Psychedelic Sounds of The 13th Floor Elevators

A-ha: Hunting High And Low / The Early Alternate Mixes

Allman Brothers Band: Fillmore East. Feburary 1970

Armstrong, Louis: Disney Songs the Satchmo Way

Arnalds, Olafur: RE:MEMBER + STRING QUARTETS

Art Ensemble of Chicago: The Spiritual

Badalamenti,Angelo, David Lynch: Twin Peaks: Season Two Music And More

Badu, Erykah & James Poyser: Tempted

Baker, Julien: Red Door / Conversation Piece

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[ellieburnell]

here comes st etienne’s resident PSYCHOLOGY major, LUX CHESEBROUGH! the TWENTY-THREE year old CISFEMALE looks just like CAITLIN STASEY, and the JUNIOR is known to be DEDICATED & PERCEPTIVE despite also being MANIPULATIVE & TREACHEROUS. you can find them in VILLA #003 of ROSENDALE VILLAGE , or hanging out with other BOOK CLUB or DEBATE TEAM members. just watch out for them, rumour has it that daisey knew something about them you wouldn’t believe…

Past

Lux’ parents (Benjamin Chesebrough, 40 / Olivia Moore, 39) had her when they were still teens. Although believing the other to be their soulmate, they got married out of necessity rather than love, which obviously isn’t the best basis for a marriage. 

Despite being young her parents were always able to provide for her, albeit awfully absent while doing so. Her father stepped into the family company while her mom went to college to become a lawyer (as had been her intention before finding out she was pregnant). As a result, Lux spend a lot of her childhood at her grandparents’ house. 

When she was seven her parents got a divorce. Their marriage hadn’t been working for a while now and when her father fell in love with some floozy from work, it was the final straw. Liv kicked him out without a second thought and during this time Lux would barely see her father ; occasionally making up little lies so that he had to visit them. 

Both of her parents eventually remarried. Benjamin’s affair turned out to be a little more serious than everyone expected and within a year he made Johanna (35) his wife. Her mother eventually remarried to a man named David (40). 

Despite blaming Johanna for her parent’s divorce for most of her teenage years, Lux gets along better with her stepmother than stepfather.

Lux has three half-siblings. Her father and Johanna have two boys together (Benjamin Junior, 14 / William, 12) while her mother and David only had one more daughter (Lola, 9). Lux is closer to Lola than she is to Ben and Will, mostly because her father lacks some serious communication skills and sometimes seems to forget he has another daughter in college (even tho he pays for her collega tuition, you’d think he would remember). 

Present

Lux is a massive fan of classic rock. A few artists that can be found on her Spotify playlist are ; The Beatles, Janis Joplin, Fleetwood Mac, and Jefferson Airplane.

This also boils down to her being a massive elitist when it comes down to music. The record player in her room is possibly the most expensive thing she owns.. don’t mention it tho, she will not shut up about it. 

She’s been on the fence about going to law school like her mom or studying to become a psychologist. Recent events helped her make up her mind. 

Lux works at the local movie theater. The job is easy enough and the manager doesn’t seem to take notice when she slacks off. Plus it allows her to pay for her own day-to-day necessities rather than always relying on ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy.’

She smokes when the mood strikes her, this often means that if you find her with a cigarette between her fingers she’s either very stressed or super chill. Figure out which is which at your own caution. 

She’s not a big fan of large crowds as people tend to annoy her when they got their group mentality on. For this reason she prefers concerts over parties (fewer intoxicated people) and chilling in her dorm/outside over going to a bar. 

This also stems from the fact that she no longer trusts herself when she had a bit too much to drink, and the fewer people around means less people to get in trouble with. 

This however does not mean she’s a social paria, as she does enjoy one-to-one contact.

Lastly, Lux doesn’t always do well in class. Although she hasn’t failed a single class yet, and she tells herself each morning that from that day forward she’ll be the kind of person that studies for her exams all night, she’s just not. She’ll take pleasure over responsibility any day of the week; very much driven by her id rather than her ego or superego. 

[this-is-allison]

Hawkins Affair - Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Sorry I suck at consistent updates on my stories, but thanks for the love! This isn’t turning out exactly how I plotted, but it’s getting there. This is the last chapter of “set up” before the story really begins. My life has finally reached a more stable place so I’m hoping for more frequent updates although I promise nothing. 

I incorporated a request from @starmaammke​ to have Lonnie do something to Joyce that upsets Hopper. Let me know if there’s anything you’d like to read and I’ll try to make it work!  

A few weeks have passed since Joyce had seen Hopper at Benny’s. She doesn’t understand what’s happening between them, but she knows it can’t keep up. She feels guilty for what she’s done to her family, especially if they were to ever find out. And she can’t even begin to imagine what Lonnie would do. As she counts the money in her drawer she makes a promise to herself to stay away from Hopper.

Just as she’s finishing up the door chimes.

“Sorry, we’re closed.” she doesn’t look up, swearing silently for not remembering to lock up.

“Sign says open,” Hopper responds as he enters the dimly lit store.

Joyce’s head snaps up at the sound of his voice, “we’re closed,” she repeats, staring him down.

“You been avoidin’ me,” he ignores her statement.  

“I’m busy...I have a family. Much like you have Marisa, and Joan, and Leslie, and whoever the hell else,”

“You sound jealous. Don’t worry, there’s s’plenty of room for you too,” he smiles charmingly at her.  

She laughs, “That’s not happening again,”

“And who you gonna get it from? Lonnie?” he questions disbelieving.

“He’s my husband,” she can’t meet his eyes as she fidgets with the cash on the counter.

He bursts into a fit of laughter, causing her head to shoot up. She narrows her eyes at him, “what’s so funny?”

He catches his breath, “the thought of Lonnie pleasurin’ you,” she rolls her eyes as he smirks.

“We have two children,” Joyce reminds him of her sweet boys. Boys she should be getting home to.

“That’s his release, not yours. You don’t need to come to get pregnant.” he leans on the counter to get a little closer to her, “Besides, after two kids you shouldn’t be as tight as you are if he’s been fucking you. How longs it been?” he gives her a knowing smug grin. She shivers at the feeling of his hot breath on her ear, not sure how to respond. The smell of liquor and cigarettes overtaking her senses. The phone rings as she’s processing her thoughts causing her to visibly jump. She fumbles around to pick it up thankful for the distraction, “Melvald’s?”

“When you comin’ home?” comes Lonnie’s irritated voice from the other end of the receiver. She watches as Hopper wanders over to the cooler to grab a case of beer.

“Just closing up. See you soon,”  she hangs up as Jim comes walking back up, “please leave,”  

“You’ll be back,” he takes a few bills out of his pocket and drops them on the counter. He looks her up and down disapprovingly before walking out of the store.

“Hey, Lonnie. I was thinking since we both have the night off tomorrow we could put the boys to bed early and have a date night?” she isn’t sure why she’s nervous to ask her husband on a date, but she has never felt like she can fully be herself around him. She places her keys and purse on the table awaiting his response.

He looks up from the tv, taking a drink of his beer, but remains quiet so she continues, “I was thinking I would make dinner and then we could watch a movie...and have sex,” she offers feeling incredibly insecure. They can’t afford a babysitter for two kids and dinner out so staying in is the only option.

“You’re offerin’ sex before I hafta ask, did I forget my birthday?” he laughs at his own joke, slightly intoxicated. She tries to not get angry at him drinking while watching the boys - they’ve had this argument before. From the looks of it he’d only drank three before she got home from work. Nothing to start a fight over at this hour she decides. They’re sleeping. 

“I think it’s a good idea to reconnect,”  

“Sure,” he takes another drink, barely paying attention to her.

“Did you save me any dinner or should I heat something up?”

“In the fridge,” he replies before asking, “can you get me another beer, babe?”

She retrieves the food from the fridge, placing it in the microwave before taking a beer to Lonnie.

“Since you bring up sex...I was thinkin’ we could spice it up,” he takes the beer from her outstretched arm opening it like he hasn’t had a drink in years.

She raises her eyebrow at him skeptically, “how exactly?” she isn’t sure she’s fully comfortable experimenting with him.

“Handcuffs...I may have stolen a pair from those pigs when they arrested me,” he scoffs still bitter about spending the night in jail for a drunk driving incident a year ago.

“We can try it,” she smiles nervously when the beeping of the microwave goes off. Heading back into the kitchen she’s suddenly dreading her date with Lonnie. She’s never felt fully comfortable experimenting with him, but she’d try it for the sake of her family. It wouldn’t be that bad, right?

The next night Joyce is at the sink cleaning dishes from dinner when she feels two hands on her hips followed by lips on her jawline.

“Dinner s’was actually good. I’m impressed,” he kisses his way down her neck, “We should go to our room. God knows how long it’s gonna be ‘til Will wakes up cryin’ for mommy,” he mocks his youngest sons frequent nightmares and general fear of the dark.

A while later Joyce finds herself handcuffed to the headboard of their bed, face down, with Lonnie pumping furiously inside her. The combination of the position, tightness of the cuffs, and his force causes the metal to dig into her skin, slicing her wrists. She can’t even enjoy the pleasure due to all the pain.

Lonnie pulls her back by the shoulders so he can go deeper. She tries to tell him to stop, but her cries are muffled by the pillows.  

She silently cries into the pillow, waiting for it to be over. She feels powerless. 

When Lonnie finally falls asleep she quietly slips out of bed to tend to her wrists. Her husband had deemed that the pain was a reward for the pleasure, but he was the only one who came. It was the first time she’d had to fake an orgasm in a while - not that he cared if she finished or not.

Once she gets a good look at them she sees that the cuffs cut a red ring around both her wrists. Dammit. She’d have to figure out some way to hid it. She might look strange wearing long sleeves in June. A well thought out lie might work better for if anyone asked.

Joyce looks at herself in the mirror and starts to cry. All she’d wanted was to reconnect with her husband, the father of her children, but she even failed at that.

She knows who she needs to talk to. As much as she shouldn’t.

Making her way to the kitchen she checks the time - 2am. It doesn’t matter. Picking up the receiver she dials the familiar number before it starts ringing.

“Hello?” Marisa’s voice answers. Joyce pauses, something ugly brewing inside her.

“Hello?” Marisa repeats when she receives no answer, “Hopper residence.” Joyce snaps out of her thoughts, slamming the phone back on the hook. She looks around quickly remembering everyone is sleeping.

The irony; a house full of people and yet she’s never felt more alone.

With Lonnie working a double and Jonathan at a friend’s house she’s left alone with Will for the day. Something she’s grateful for. Joyce gets him down for a nap around lunch time - a task that is becoming increasingly more difficult by the day.

She collapses on the couch unable to keep her mind from wandering any longer. When had things gotten so bad with Lonnie? They weren’t always like this. She can’t have been that blind to it until Hopper pointed it out, right? Her husband hadn’t always been so bad. He was actually pretty sweet the first few years of their relationship. Her thoughts are interrupted by a knock at the door. Looking at her watch she sees it’s too early to be Jonathan. Deciding to ignore it she lays her head back - until there’s another knock.

Out of fear of Will waking up she rushes to open the door and is met with Hopper’s towering figure.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she whispers, looking back for sign of her son.

“You called me….” he retorts.

“I…” she tries to think of a cover, “how do you know that?” she crosses her arms.

“S’was a guess ‘til now,” he smirks at her, “only a few people have that number,”

“Did you have to run down the list of women you’ve been with and check them off?”  

Hopper doesn’t answer her question, suddenly distracted by the rise of her sleeves. She follows his eyes, quickly putting her arms behind her back.

“What the hell was that?”

“Nothing,”

“Is that why you called me? I swear I will kill him….” Hopper’s voice begins to raise.

“Shhh, you’re gonna wake Will.” she pulls him in by the shirt, shutting the door quietly behind him. When she turns back around he’s staring at her, eyes blazing.

“It’s not what you’re thinking,”

“Then what the fuck is it?” he’s trying to keep his voice quiet, but he’s furious. 

“He didn’t do it...on purpose. We tried using handcuffs and they got too tight,” she blushes.

“And he didn’t stop?”

“Look, I don’t want to get into the details with you….”

“Joyce,”  

“Marisa spent the night last night?” Joyce asks nonchalantly, eyes bouncing around the room.

“Don’t change the subject,” he crosses his arms waiting for her to explain.

“I just told you what happened,” she sits back on the couch motioning for him to follow, which he does.

Once they’re settled Hopper is the first one to break the silence, “why’d you call me?” his voice is softer now.

“We always used to be able to talk about things before….” she looks up at him unsure, knowing she’s treading into dangerous territory. The way her wide watery brown eyes look at him almost does him in. They have their issues, but he’s suddenly guilty of the way he’s treated her.

Not sure what to say, but definitely not wanting to talk about the past, he places his thumb and index finger on Joyce’s chin, pulling her in for a kiss. It’s softer than the ones they’ve been exchanging. He starts to break away before she begins kissing him back, deepening it. He pulls her into his lap so she’s straddling him. Their kissing grows more frantic by the minute. Joyce, needing more friction, rocks herself against Hopper’s fully clothed body.

“Where are the kids?” Hopper needs to get her out of these clothes as soon as possible and wants to make sure there won’t be any unexpected interruptions.

“Just Will...he’s asleep,” she reminds him. Her brain is so hazy she can barely speak, “take me to bed,” she whispers in his ear. Hopper is up and has them down the hall in no time. She directs him to the correct room trying to be as quiet as possible. They tumble on the bed in a struggle to tear off the other’s clothing.

“This okay?” he has to make sure. As much as the thought of fucking her in the bed she shares with Lonnie excites him. She responds by pulling him in for an open-mouthed kiss, her tongue licking the rim of his mouth before fully plunging inside. Jim hasn’t been this nice to her in a while, but she needs something more right now.

It’s not long before he’s sheathed inside her, picking up his pace with every thrust to find the perfect rhythm. She’d been so worked up she can already feel her orgasm building after only a few minutes. Deciding to take some control she flips them so she’s on top and begins riding him as fast as she can. Hopper sits up, pulling her flush against his body, kissing her slowly.

“Come for me,” Hopper tells her as he puts a hand between them to rub her clit. The added touch has her practically screaming as she nears the edge. He kisses her just as her orgasm washes over her. She screams in Hopper’s mouth as her body convulses on his dick. The feeling causes him to explode inside her.

A little while later she’s awoken by someone poking her arm, “mommy?” Will tilts his head to the side as his mother opens her eyes to look at him. “Who that?” he points to Hopper...sleeping naked next to her in bed.

Shit. 

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Teeth Milling Ordeal.

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Mona and Lacy's Saturday Night In

Mona's world spun around her.

Fuck it felt so good. The warmth and looseness...her body felt like it was floating. Her softness felt luxurious and decadent, the curves of her body an indulgence in themselves.

There was a bottle of wine in her hand. She raised it to her numb lips and tried to gulp deeply. Sticky red wine spilled down her chin and she giggled. She could feel the warmth of the alcohol spreading through her tits and hips and straight to her cunt. She was dripping. It felt sooo fucking good.

Following the trail of wine down her chest, she passed her hand through Lacy's pretty blond hair. Lacy was leaned against her chest, barely conscious enough to suck on Mona's soft and generous tits. Lacy was straddling one of Mona's thick thighs, and a sticky pool of liquid pooled under Lacy's soft cock, evidence of her evening of desperation.

Mona giggled again and groped around the couch cushions with wine-numbed fingers. Finally, she found her prize: the vape Lacy had dropped who knows how long ago. It was pink, just her color.

Mona pressed the vape to Lacy's lips. "C'mon, sweetie, it's time for a little more..." she cooed. Lacy slowly raised her head, eyes struggling to focus on Mona's face. Drool dripped from her lips. Mona might be drunk, but Lacy was braindead. Braindead and perfect.

"Whuuu...no, can't," Lucy slurred. "Soooo fuckinnnng high, can't...."

"Don't be shtupid, babyyyy," Mona replied. Her desire to destroy her pretty blond girlfriend's brain was overpowering her drunkenness. She nestled her wine bottle securely between couch cushions and ran her hand down Lacy's face. Lacy went in for a kiss, but Mona stopped her in her tracks by pinching her nose. Mona's hand pressed the vape into Lacy's mouth even more insistently.

"You've gotta breathe in, shilly. C'mooooon, breathe. It'll feel good, I promish!" Mona insisted. Lacy's bloodshot eyes rolled back in her head as she resisted, but she was too far gone to put up much of a fight. She breathed in. One, two, three breaths. Vapor came rushing out of Lacy's nose, fogging up both of their vision even more. Mona knew that this was when Lacy was the most beautiful.

"Gooooood girl," Mona purred. "Just breathe...I'll descide when you've had enough."

Despite her earlier protestations, as she was forced to inhale far past her limits, Lacy's hips began to roll unconsciously. She rutted her soft cock into Mona's soft thigh, whining as she exhaled more vapor. Mona grinned and pressed her thigh into Lacy's cock, making her whimper and shudder.

"Seeeee, honey, I know what's good for you. If it feels good, it ish good. Just breeeeathe, it's all you need."

When Mona finally released Lacy's nose and pulled the vape away, her girlfriend sat crosseyed and swaying for a couple of minutes. Her mouth gaped open.

"Babyyyyy, are you there? Need some help?" Mona could hardly keep from giggling.

"Uhhmmmm...."

"Do you know where you are?"

"Nooooooo...."

"I'll make it easy baby. You know who I am, right?" Mona asked. She reached down and smeared the slick on her leg against Lacy's cock. Lacy yipped and rocked into Mona's hand, suddenly alert. "Who makes you feel this good?"

"Mommy does, mommy, you're mommy, my mommy, please, please--"

Mona grinned and removed her hand, ignoring Lacy's whine of protest. "Sooooo smart! And does that mean you know who you are?"

"I'm uhm, stupid," Lacy grinned and giggled as she said it. "I'm stupid cumslut puppy! That's meeeeee!"

"Very good! I knew you were in there, shtupid puppy. Don't say no again, ok? Just let mommy make you a stupider cumslut puppy."

"Yes mommyyyyy" Lacy responded, leaning in to suck Mona's tits again.

"Pretty little bitch~" Mona, satisfied with her girlfriend's current lack of brainpower, pulled her wine from the cushions and leaned back. As she raised the bottle to her mouth, Lacy's hips started to roll again. "You like when your mommy gets this fuuucking washted, do you, puppy?" Mona asked between gulps. Lacy was watching her through crossed, unfocused eyes, humping Mona's thigh like a dog.

"Pleaaaase drink more, mommy, please" Lacy panted. Her damp bangs were plastered to her forehead. "I want you to drink mooooore please want mommy wasted...."

"How can I shay no to that?" Mona drawled. "But! You first." She held the bottle toward Lacy. Lacy's hips stuttered as she pulled back slightly.

"Nooo, but, I'm sooooo hiiiiiigh.....mommyyyyyy..."

Mona grinned, a plan coming together slowly in her alcohol-addled mind. "Yoooou drink the wine and I'll switch to the vodka, okie?~"

Within seconds, Lacy's lips were on the bottle, her clumsy fingers scrabbling against the side. Mona giggled and helped pour wine into Lacy's slack mouth.

When she finally had a secure grip and was suckling down the wine, Mona turned slowly to the side table. It was hard to judge how far away the bottle was, but she'd put it close by on purpose. For a second, she eyed the shot glass beside it, but decided not to bother. She clumsily grabbed the full vodka bottle and wrenched the top off just as Lacy finished her bottle.

Mona tipped back the bottle. It burned her throat and she shuddered in anticipation. "I hope yooou're....ready, " she slurred, going in for more vodka. "Mama's about to be fuuuucked up."

Fire burned to her cunt as she gulped the vodka. Lacy frantically ground against her. The world spun around her.

It felt so fucking good.