#larry kline

[annacoleman]

Joyce Byers being a badass 1/?

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

rewatching stranger things season 3 and all i can think about is saw

[cary-elwes]

[corposeco]

[inutaffy]

sorry for the straight chrissy i thought it was funny

[umnitsa]

Thank you my friends

for indulging my Mayor Kline horny hyperfocus. I really really wanna write a fuckload of porn with this particular delightful asshole.

I need to finish rewatching S3, I do want to address his beating sometime (in a sex scene, that's what I love to write, I admit), but I'm so happy you guys indulged me in sending me headcanon requests for him! SO FUCKING HAPPY. Thank you. I promise there will be more later today! <3 (Also, I'm writing a threesome fic with him and Hopper. It's gonna be fun, I promise. And impossibly dirty. After that I wanna write a few short stories with him, Larry deserves some love. Not much, his ego would run wild, but some. xD)

[divine-donna]

visitation of the bard

pairing: eddie munson x gn! reader warning(s): n/a word count: 5.9k words notes: this fic takes place in a medieval au of stranger things. i felt heavy inspiration hit me so i wrote this. poured my heart and soul into it. i would suggest listening to some bardcore music for the ✨vibes✨ (particularly covers of “master of puppets,” “gimme! gimme! gimme!,” “rasputin,” and “hips don’t lie.”)

ao3 link: visitation of the bard by vanagloriah

The people were bustling about in their homes as the sun was about to emerge through the horizon. There was nothing particularly special about today. At least, not for now. Not that you would know of course, being holed up in the castle. Your father was quite the…protective one, is the best way to put it. He worried about you “mixing” with the common people. Your father managed the people of his land well. They were relatively happy about the services your father provided. He wasn’t harsh and was a rather forgiving man. You just wished he was a bit more lenient with you and he would let you out of these suffocating stone walls. If you were to become the ruler of this kingdom, it was only fitting that you at least know your own people personally. Not that you didn’t have your ways of sneaking out. It was actually rather easy. But you rarely went out, mostly because you didn’t want to break your father’s heart by sneaking out. You got caught once and the emotional distress you put that man through was enough to dissuade you from sneaking out. Your father wasn’t a bad man. He was just very concerned for your safety. Maybe too concerned considering you weren’t allowed to leave.

“Good morning my liege.” A voice chimes, stirring you from your sleep along with the glimmering rays of the sun.

Your eyes fluttered open, gazing upon the face of the person who awoke you. “Good morning Harper.” You yawn, sitting up from your bed. “How was last night?”

“Last night was…magical.” They sigh dreamily. “Sir Kent is truly a knight of chivalry!”

“I’m happy he came to you!” Not like you had involvement when you overheard the precious Sir Kent talk about how they found Harper ethereal and yet was too nervous to approach them. You just gave him a little nudge a few days ago. “Did anything else happen?”

“Oh. Nothing much.” Harper hid their face behind their hands.

“Are you embarrassed?” You lean forward with an inquisitive expression.

“No my liege!” Harper exclaims. “We must get dressed. You have breakfast and then your morning lessons! After that there is lunch with Lady Nancy of House Wheeler and your afternoon lessons—”

“And then dinner with my father and free time.” You finish. “I know the routine for today.”

“Well then, shall I help dress you for the day?”

“Of course.”

 ~~~

 Morning lessons were always a little more exhausting than the afternoon lessons. Or maybe that was just because you enjoyed being outside in the fresh air, taking in the aroma of the trees around you. Perhaps it would be easier for you to study if your lessons were outdoors. Your tutor, however, Robin, would prefer to not sit on the morning dew. She was very particular about these sorts of things. “I would prefer to keep my garments free of moisture (Y/N)” is what she usually said in response to your question.

You could only sigh as you closed your books, done with your lesson. “Is there any way for you to let me go outside?”

“Only if I have your father’s permission.” She shook her head. “Besides, you are meeting with Lady Nancy, yes?”

“Of course.” You raised an eyebrow before leaning forward. “Why? Is there something fascinating about Lady Nancy to you?”

“Umm! No! No!” You watched the blood flow upwards to her cheeks. “Absolutely not! Don’t even think about it (Y/N)!”

“Hmph. Okay.” You pout and cross your arms. “What about…anything going on in town?”

“Town?” Robin thinks. “Well there are rumors.”

“Rumors?”

“Rumors. About an infamous bard visiting.” She says. “They say very unsavory things, my liege.”

“Like what?”

“That his music is…temptation in auditory form. That he channels the powers of a dragon and Satan himself to entrance the men and ladies and nobles of all kinds.” Robin looks at you. “But it’s just a rumor. Most of these rumors are created by frightened husbands afraid a young bard will steal away their spouses.”

“Bards are quite…” You bit your lip seductively.

Robin rolled her eyes. “Behave yourself!”

 ~~~

 You were humming yourself a tune as you walked down the hallway, a skip in your step. An infamous bard coming to visit your kingdom? Rarely did anything happen here. It was a little bit exciting in your mind that this person was coming. Maybe you could sneak out and see if you could find them, attend one of their performances. You passed a group of ladies, whispering among themselves. You had to stop upon hearing them mention that they were going into town. “I wonder where this bard will be.” One of them whispers.

“Do you really believe the rumors are true?” You recognize the lady as a girl named Chrissy. Apparently she was being courted by Sir Jason Carver. It was an…interesting match. You personally believed they weren’t the best match for each other but who were you to say anything.

“The rumors about this bard being an agent of Satan?”

“Or heaven forbid! A dragon!”

“I doubt it.” You speak, turning around. All of them gasp, closing their mouths tight. “They’re all just rumors after all. I mean, how can one person possibly wield the power of a dragon through their song?” Their shoulders fall and sigh in relief. “It would be best to check for yourself. But maybe the bard isn’t being powered by a dragon. Maybe their song is being powered by a Siren instead.” The gasp from shock.

“No!” They exclaimed.

“Yes!” You giggle. “Best not believe the myths ladies~” You wink before turning around and continuing to walk. You could hear them swoon over you as you left.

 ~~~

 “(Y/N), you can’t be serious.”

“I am Nancy! I really am!”

The brunette sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. “(Y/N), I don’t think you understand what I’m trying to say. A stranger coming into your kingdom? Sure. That’s every kingdom. But you have to be wary of people that these rumors are based on. Rumors have a basis in the truth. If this bard,” She waves her fork around. “Has such rumors following them, I’m sure they must be some sort of trouble. You better hope they don’t stir anything.”

You scowled. “Don’t you think you’re being a little too…judgemental?”

“Maybe. But being judgemental has allowed me to be kept safe. Besides, what if this bard only plays in the more…unsavory parts of town?”

“Every kingdom has their unsavory parts, Nancy. And they’re the safest areas to be.”

“Listen, if you want to go, you can go. I’m not going to stop you obviously. But there’s lots of potential danger. And you have to think before you just waltz right in.” She frowns. “Remember what happened last time? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You sigh. “It happened one time.”

“Yeah and you fainted and a group of smugglers were going to kidnap you for ransom! You’re lucky Mike and Robin had followed you!” Nancy sighs. “It could be a trap. Just be careful, okay? For my sake, for your friends’ sake. For your father’s sake.”

 ~~~

 A small sigh leaves your lips as you gaze upon the grass and the forest that bordered the town near your castle. Today was a nice day with the sun shining brightly. The wind gently caressed your face, carrying the scent of the grass with it. “Something on your mind, my liege?”

“Hmmm…Maybe Sir Kline.” You turned your head to face the much older man. Larry Kline, a respected knight who your father was raised alongside. He had become your teacher with the art of combat and horse riding. “A royal should always know how to defend themselves” is what he always repeated to you.

“What is it then my liege?”

“Well, I’m thinking about visiting town after dinner today, once night has fallen.” He nods along. “And there’s this bard coming. They’re pretty famous it seems but the reputation that follows them is…damning. Nancy says it’s a bad idea. But I rarely get out and…I want to go see a bard’s performance for myself. There’s something so stale about the way we have bards over. Too polished. The air of sincerity feels stale.”

“Well, reputations aren’t always an indicator of character, my liege. Sometimes, titles and rumors are passed down. Maybe this bard inherited this title and the rumors that follow them. I would know a thing or two about titles and reputations.”

“Really now?”

“Yes. I’m not sure your father has told you this but for a while, I was known as the Dread Knight Roberts.” He smiles as he thinks about the memories fondly. “I inherited the title from a knight and I will pass that title onto my squire.”

You had to sit on the revelation for a second. “That was…you?”

“Yes, my liege.”

“Wow. You are…very different from…the reputation that precedes you.”

“Exactly my liege. What I’m trying to say is, don’t believe everything you hear. Just don’t drink too much and bring a weapon with you. I trust that I’ve trained you well.” He looks up. “Shall we head back now, my liege? Your father will worry his little head off if we’re gone for too long. It’s not every day he lets me take you beyond the walls of the palace.”

 ~~~

 “Good night my liege.”

“Good night Harper.” You close the door behind you. You made sure to listen for their footsteps to disappear before running around your room. The sun was beginning to set and the guards would be having their evening meals. You threw off your night clothes and made sure to arrange your pillows underneath the blanket so it looked like you were under the covers. It worked before. Hopefully it will work again. The clothes you put on were rather plain and neutral colors and everything was covered with a black hooded cloak. You found a dagger lying about inside your chest. It was sharp, shiny, and would be suitable for protection. Your hands worked quickly to tie it to your belt. You wouldn’t stand out, hopefully.

You loved the adrenaline rush that came with sneaking out of the palace. It felt freeing to escape from the palace. You took your trusty steed Holland with you, riding into town. Your heart pounded when a palace guard stopped you at the gate but you managed to alter your voice enough to sound different, looking down and keeping your face hidden with your hood. “I’m just getting a few things for my liege.” The guard shrugged and let you pass. You made sure to take a deep breath in as the air contacted your skin once more. The sky tonight was clear, allowing the colors of dusk to be seen. There was something so ethereal about the colors of the sky as dusk settled. You visited tavern after tavern, trying to see if the bard you were looking for had arrived. It seemed that they weren’t at any taverns hosting him. You were content to eat at one though.

It took a while and you arrived at the last tavern which was lively. You could hear the noise of people inside the building. It looked a bit more worn down than the others and it was near the start of the forest. You tied Holland’s reins at a small stable before leaving and entering the building. The atmosphere was warm, welcoming. There was tons of laughter that filled the air and the sound of music hummed in the background. It was soothing. You approached the woman at the counter and pulled out a few silver coins. “One ale.”

“Coming right up dear.” She smiles. She’s gone for a brief minute, coming back with a cup. “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” You take the cup and walk around for a bit. You are keen to avoid unnecessary contact and keep speech brief with people. Some people might recognize you due to your way of speaking. It was best to blend in. You ask a few people around about the mysterious bard, but nothing appears to turn up.

After some time asking, you decide to sit. It seems your quest for the bard has hit a dead end. Perhaps it was best to drink your cup of ale before leaving. Though it certainly would seem strange, a stranger walking in and having one cup of ale before leaving. You sighed, taking a sip of the drink before wincing. It’s not that you had a taste for the finer things. You weren’t the biggest fan of these drinks in general. Ale, beer, wine. They all tasted somewhat the same to you. Your moment of silence was interrupted by a young boy appearing in front of you. He seemed…curious and there was a glint of excitement in his eyes. And maybe even mischief? “Hello.” You say.

“Hello.” He smiles. “You are very attractive.” You blinked before bursting out in laughter. He looks at you quizzically. “What is so funny?”

“Oh. You flatter me. Somewhat.” You gently pat his head. “I am far too old for you, young man.”

“Oh I’m not looking for someone for me. I already have a lady.” You raised an eyebrow. “I am mostly looking for someone suitable for him—”

“Okay that’s enough Dustin.” A taller man with thick locks of brown hair interrupted the young boy, covering his mouth with his hand. “I’m so sorry for the trouble. He doesn’t mean anything by it—”

The young boy, Dustin, pulled the man’s hand off from his face. “Yes I do. See, Steve has been having a hard time with the people and he hasn’t had any luck in finding a suitable person to court. He saw you and told me he was interested—”

“I had too much ale.” The man, Steve, pushes the child aside. You hear a “Hey!” come from him and laugh to yourself. “Sir Harrington.” He gently takes your hand before pressing his lips to your knuckles. “At your service.”

“Sir Steve Harrington?” You ask.

“Yes. And that young boy,” He sighs, exasperated as he says young boy. “Is my squire, Dustin Henderson.”

“Listen, it’s not my fault you cannot attract any gentlemen, maiden, or people in general—”

“He doesn’t mean that.” Steve purses his lips. “We…travel. So unfortunately, I cannot court any gentlemen, maidens, or people.”

“I see.” You nod before watching the two of them descent into bickering. Even though they were bickering, it sounded more friendly. It was as if they bickered all the time. Witty banter was always a plus with someone. A thought suddenly entered your mind. You haven’t asked the two people about the bard yet. Maybe they had an answer, even if it seemed highly unlikely. “Um, I’m sorry to interrupt.” The two of them stop their bickering almost immediately. “I’m wondering if you know about a certain bard?”

“Bard? Like who?” Steve asks.

“We have encountered many a bard.” Dustin explains.

“Well maybe not this bard? There are rumors that he,” You bring your voice to a whisper. “Wields the power of a dragon in his music and even Satan himself.”

Steve and Dustin blink before looking at each other. Dustin starts to giggle to himself, trying to hold laughter. You furrow your brows. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s nothing.” Steve waves his hand as if he’s swatting a fly. Your shoulders fall. It must just be pure rumor. Or even you missed said bard and they have made their way to the next town. “We know a person exactly like that.” You sit up, attentive. Steve cocks his head, gesturing to someone. Your gaze follows the direction his head moved towards.

He was pointing to a rather large group of people beside the fire, sitting at a table. And yet, your eyes were drawn to the man in the middle of it all. He had dark brown hair that reached his shoulders and his hair was wavy. He wore a black cloak over his clothes and right next to his body was a lute. His laugh was the loudest one from the group and his smile was wide. When he opened his eyes, you noticed they were brown. They looked soft, gentle. Those could not be the eyes of a bard who played a dragon’s song. It seemed Sir Kline was right. “That’s them?” You ask.

“Yes.” They both say.

“We travel with him!” Dustin beams.

“I see.” You look over again. Someone has left the table, probably to get another drink. “Thank you for your time, good sirs.” You stand and take your drink with you, sliding into the free seat. It seems no one has noticed your presence. Either that or they simply don’t care. What was there to care about anyways? It was nighttime. Everyone seemed merry. Amidst the laughter, the bard’s laughter falls. He looks at you and the two of you make eye contact. Now that you’re closer, you notice that he looks a little…familiar. As if you recognize him. But from where is the question. His smile widens as he notices your presence.

“Good fellows, it looks like we have a newcomer.” He announces. Everyone turns to look at you. Your body tenses up, nervous. “Welcome! Don’t be shy!” He exclaims, holding his cup up. “Cheers!”

“Cheers!”

“Cheers!” You say, lifting your own cup before taking a sip of your ale. You were only halfway done with your cup.

The bard leans forward. “Good liege, it is a pleasure to see you.” He gently takes your hand before pressing his lips against your knuckles. You feel your cheeks heat up at the contact. “May I know your name?”

Your voice was caught on your tongue. You couldn’t speak. Has this man bewitched you? “(Y/N)...”

“(Y/N). A very fitting name for an attractive person such as yourself.” He winks. Your face heats up even more.

“Oh my.” You whisper. Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest.

“What brings you here dear (Y/N)?” He asks.

“I…” Your face was so hot and so was your body. Were you nervous? It had to be that! “I was curious about…you.”

“Me? There is no mystery to me!” He exclaims with a grin. “Why? What do they say about me?”

“Well…” You started fiddling with your fingers. It was usually considered improper etiquette to play with your fingers. But you weren’t in the company of nobility, were you? “They say your songs are…bewitching. So bewitching that they must be…backed by the power of a dragon.”

The noise falls quiet upon your voice. Have you said too much?

The bard bursts into laughter. “My, my. How frightening!” He sticks his tongue out. “My music is unnaturally good to the point that people must not believe I can create it on my own! I must have the power of mythical beings besides me!” He stands up suddenly. He looks at you. “I shall prove that my music is not touched by any mythical beast! Only the calloused hands of a human bard!”

He picks up his lute and makes sure to tune it. He cracks his knuckles and takes a deep breath. He appears to be in thought for some time, as if trying to figure out which song may bewitch you to him. “Aha!” He snaps his fingers before looking down at his lute. He begins to play. The sound that hits your ears makes you feel light all of a sudden. Your body acts as if it’s in a trance and you focus solely on his music. He appears to have captivated the whole tavern, who listen to him eagerly and who are just as still as you are. He occasionally sneaks glances at you, making sure you are watching him play. You feel your mind be at ease as you listen to him play. He speeds up his notes and strumming to create an energy of excitement. He slows down to let a soft melody enter the fold. It appears to continue going onwards, as if it’s never ending. But all good things must come to an end.

With a final strum, the bard ends his performance. Everyone in the tavern shouts and cheers. Your body feels like it’s waking up, as if you had been dunked in cold water. You still stare at him, captivated. His music was backed by the power of a dragon and maybe even Satan himself? You could not believe it. There was no possible way. A human did that? The bard was otherworldly himself! His talent was beyond what you can comprehend! And clearly beyond the comprehension of others. You finally release the breath you had been holding in. He smiles at you and bows, making sure to look deep into your eyes. You blink for a second and then he’s gone. As if he disappeared. Was he part of your imagination? No. He couldn’t be. This was not a dream or a figment. You felt his presence, his physical body. He had kissed your knuckles after all. You picked up your hand and gently rubbed the place where he had kissed. The memory made your heart skip a beat. Alas, the search was over. You had found what you were looking for.

You down the last of your ale and stand up, taking your leave. You send a nod of acknowledgement to the knight and his squire before exiting the tavern. It was quite late. And about time you head back home, to the palace—

“Ah!” You exclaimed.

Leaning against the stable was the bard himself. He looked at you as Holland ate out of his hand. “No worries, my liege. I just fed your horse an apple.” He smiles. Holland is calm beside him.

“How did you—?”

“Your cloak.” He points. “A fine fabric indeed with such detailed embroidery. The embroidery matches the quality on this steed’s saddle. Which must mean you’re from the palace.”

He deduced all of that from looking at you? Maybe you weren’t as low key as you thought. Your pulse quickened when reality hit you. If he could deduce such things, was it possible it was a trap? A trap to lure you out here? That was absurd! How could they know such a rumor would lure you out? He wouldn’t do such a thing. He was gentle and his eyes were kind. But that was part of their plan wasn’t it? It was a deception! Nancy was right!

The bard notices the change in atmosphere and in your facial expression. He puts his hands up. “My liege, I am harmless.” He smiles. “I have…experience.”

“In what way?” You question.

“That is not for me to tell. But, if you want a hint, I had a relative or two who used to tailor clothing for nobility and even royalty.”

Your shoulders relax slightly. But you’re still on edge. “Thank you, good sir.” You adjust your cloak. “I must be—”

He holds his hand out. You look at him quizzically. He appears to read your mind. “Why would I do this?” He laughs. “I just want to bring you somewhere. If you will let me?”

You glanced up at the sky. The moon was still up, its light shining brightly. Out here, you could see the bard more clearly. He was rather tall actually and he wore black boots. They were worn down, no doubt due to traveling. Something compelled you to take his hand and to go with him. Nancy would give you a piece of her mind if she knew what you were thinking right now. But Nancy wasn’t here. “You may.” You say after a moment of silence. You don’t take his hand though. “I will take my horse—”

“You will not need your horse.”

You raised an eyebrow at the man. “I highly doubt that.”

“The place where I want to take you is not far.” He gestures towards the woods. “It is a lake and it is beautiful under moonlight.”

“The woods and a lake?” You scoff. “A perfect place to hide a body, kidnap someone.” You cross your arms.

“Well…” He thinks for a moment before bowing to you. “I swear on my lute that I intend no harm, my liege.” He pats the instrument. “It is my most prized possession.”

You purse your lips for a bit, taking the promise into consideration. The night was still young. You still had time before you had to return to the palace. “Yes then. I will.”

“Alright.” His grin widens. “Follow me my liege.”

 ~~~

 It takes quite a bit of time to get to the destination he set out to bring you to. You’re careful not to get your cloak too dirty or else there will be questions as to why there was so much dirt on it. You were still not supposed to be out after all. The bard makes plenty of conversation with you as you walk. He asks lots of questions but avoids a majority of the questions you ask him. He answers more miscellaneous things, such as what age he started playing the lute and what made him want to travel with Sir Harrington and his squire. “They’re an interesting duo.” He shrugs as he hops over a branch.

Eventually, the two of you arrive at the lake. It is quite beautiful. Something about it feels…familiar. And yet, you don’t recall any memory of you being here in the past few years or even your life. Your body was still tense however as the water looked dark and murky. The forest was quiet save for the gentle humming of bugs and the occasional hoot of an owl. You shivered at the thought. Owls were bad omens. It could not be a good sign. Sensing your nervousness, the bard removes his cloak and sets it down on the grass being sitting. He pats the spot next to you. “Come, sit. Best not to get your cloak dirty.”

You take his invitation and sit down, body still tense. “You’re not supposed to be out, are you?” He questions.

“How—?” You were at a loss for words.

“You were busy trying not to get your cloak dirty while we were walking here. It’s not a far walk actually. It took longer than usual since I had to wait for you.” He gives you a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I was raised in an environment similar to that, I guess. If that makes sense.”

You laugh, feeling the tension leave your muscles a bit. “It makes sense.” You look at the lake. Despite its dark, murky water, it’s still beautiful in its own way. The way the moonlight streamed in and reflected off of the still water gave you a sense of peace. “So, why bring me here?”

“Can’t a bard bring a person they find attractive to a spot they adore?” He asks.

“A spot you adore? Have you been here before?”

“Maybe…once. Or twice. Or thrice.”

You shake your head. “Keep your mysteries bard. I don’t want to discover them.”

“Oh but you do. You want to discover all!” He teases.

It gets a laugh out of you. “Well, I am curious about a lot of things.”

“Okay then. Ask me a question and I’ll answer it. Any question.”

“Yet you did not answer most of my questions on our way here.”

You see his cheeks become slightly pink, probably out of embarrassment. “You caught me. But I will answer your question if I deem it worthy.”

“Alright.” You think for a second. “Are you literate?”

He opens his mouth to answer but hesitates. “I…am.”

“Why the hesitation?” You laugh.

“Because I like to keep my skill set to myself, my liege.”

“Where did you learn?”

“That is for me to know and for you to never know.”

“Oh come on!” You whine. “Pretty please?”

He smiles. “Well…I learned from an old relative of mine. I haven’t seen him in ages though.”

“Okay.” You ponder for a second. “Why the lute?”

“My uncle played it. I am very close to him.” He answers but you hear a hint of sadness in his tone. Perhaps you touched a nerve.

“Okay. How about…you play a song for me? Any song. It can even be the song from the tavern! Which was amazing, by the way. I can see why people say your music is backed by the power of a dragon or Satan.”

“When people say that, they mean it in a…derogatory way.” He says. “It’s not a classic chivalric ballad. But the most important part is that I enjoy it.”

His hands pick up his lute. You notice now that the wood is rather dark. “And other people, clearly.”

“That is also true. It’s nice.” He thinks for a second before beginning to pluck the strings.

The song this time is gentle. It makes you feel at ease. Your muscles loosen and you lay down, closing your eyes so you can absorb the song to its fullest. You imagine yourself in a field with flowers on a bright sunny day. The sight in your mind brings you to ease. His music serves as background noise for the calm state of mind you are in. You don’t know when you started to doze off, but you did. He continued to play song after song, all of which kept you at ease and eventually lulled you into a gentle slumber.

You didn’t notice the look of longing in his eyes as he gazed upon your face, touched by the light of the moon.

 ~~~

 You gently stirred awake, your eyes fluttering open. The bard was still next to you, playing the lute. He hummed the tune to himself gently, his eyes closed. He was playing with his eyes closed? An impressive man indeed. You yawned, sitting up and stretching your arms above your head. As your vision came to, you realized that it was much later in the night than when you dozed off. And it was a lot later than you planned. It would be dawn soon and you were not back in your bed!

“Oh dear me!” You exclaim, standing up.

The bard stops playing and he looks at you. “Is everything alright?”

“I…I have to get back! I have to get back to the pal—” You stop yourself. “Home. I have to get back home!”

“No worries, my liege.” He smiles as he stands, picking up his cloak and wrapping it around his body. He clips it in place. “Where do you live? I can travel with you. It is dangerous to travel alone at night—”

“No!” You exclaim. His facial expression remains neutral. “I…It’s just…It would look…” You couldn’t muster the words.

The bard smiles. “No worries. I understand what you mean. After all, most people assume two people together must be romantically involved.”

“Yes.” You nod. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“You were sleeping and you looked tired, like you needed it. Besides, it would be rude of me to place my hands on you or wake you up without your consent.”

The statement made your chest feel warm. He was a gentle man, the bard. He was so sweet. He reminded you of someone. But you couldn’t place who. “Come now. Let’s go.” He’s about to start walking when you stop him with a gentle grip on his forearm.

“Wait…” You purse your lips, looking at him in his eyes. Your heart started pounding against your chest. “May I?”

He seems to know what you mean. “You may, my liege.”

You lean forward a bit and he meets you in the middle. His lips are soft and he places his hand on your upper arm gently, as if to keep you steady. The kiss was good enough to make you feel a bit wobbly. There’s a hint of passion behind the gentle pressure he applies but it’s gone when he pulls away. His cheeks are pink when you pull away. “I…I bet you have kissed plenty of other people.” It suddenly came out of your lips.

The bard laughs. “You would be surprised to know I haven’t really kissed many people, actually.” He offers his arm. “Come, my liege. Let’s go.”

 ~~~

 You’re still careful not to get too much dirt on your cloak. You make it back to the cavern and the moon is still up. There is no hint of sun yet. You still had time. The two of you approach the stable and untie your respective horses. “Ah. There you are! Where have you been?” A familiar voice exclaims. You turn your head to see Dustin, who is mounted on a horse. Next to him is Steve, also mounted.

“Sorry. I was entertaining a special someone.” He winks.

Steve rolls his eyes. “Whatever. Come on! Let’s go. You said it yourself. We can’t stay long in this kingdom.”

“I know, I know.” The bard mounts his horse.

You reach out and gently grip his hand. “Will I ever see you again?”

The bard looks surprised. He feigns a thoughtful expression before smiling. “Of course, my liege. I will come back, only for you.”

You let out a breath of relief before panic fills your body. A name! You forgot to ask his name! How forgetful of you! “Wait before you leave! May I know your name?” Perhaps this bard has swept you off of your feet, something…no one really has done to you.

He smiles again. “The name is Eddie, my liege. And you are (Y/N).”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Yes. Yes it is.” You let go of his hand. Your hand suddenly feels empty and cold without the warmth of his. “Farewell Eddie. I hope to see you soon.”

Eddie opens his mouth to say something but he’s interrupted by Steve. “Eddie! Let’s go!”

“Alright, alright.” Eddie rolls his eyes. He kicks his horse gently and it starts walking. You watched as the three of them entered the forest. Before they disappear, you see that Eddie turns his head to look at you one last time.

 ~~~

 The sun peeks through the canopy of leaves. Dawn has passed and the early morning has greeted them. Steve holds onto the reins of Dustin’s horse as Dustin sleeps. He looks at Eddie, who has been silent since they departed from you. Usually, the bard would be talking nonstop and annoying him. But that didn’t seem to be the case. “Eddie?” He asks. “Are you alright?”

Eddie snaps out of his trance. He had been lost in thought. “Yes. I’m alright Harrington.” Steve scoffs.

“That’s Sir Harrington to you.”

“Sure, sure.” Eddie rolls his eyes. He falls silent again for a bit before answering. “Do you think they recognized me?”

“Who?”

“(Y/N). The person I was with.”

“Oh. Well…it didn’t seem like they did.” Steve gives Eddie a sad and knowing look.

Eddie sighs. “Do you think they will one day?”

“I have faith. And you should too.” Steve smiles. “I mean, the last time you saw each other was…when?”

“Like…ten years?”

“Exactly! You look a lot different! And you’re an entirely different person with an entirely different lifestyle!”

“I wouldn’t say an entirely different person…” Eddie rolls his eyes before sighing. “(Y/N) has only grown more attractive. And they’re still somewhat the same. Still adventurous, still a bit cautious.”

“I’m guessing you hope to woo the liege?”

“Of course.” Eddie sighs dreamily. “I would want to woo no one else but my childhood sweetheart.”

[hippiegoth97]

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

Diary Entry #5: Larry Kline

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

October 15th, 1984

Dear diary,

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

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

October 16th, 1984

Dear diary,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

October 20th, 1984

Dear diary,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

October 21st, 1984

Dear diary,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

October 22nd, 1984

Dear diary,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nothing." Larry blurts, fixing his face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Better?" Larry asks after you swallow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

October 25th, 1984

Dear diary,

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

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

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

[adrianicsea]

i encountered this larry kline fancam on twitter (SOURCE) ages ago and it well and truly put a curse on me. and if i have to have this hex upon me then all of you do too

[fruityfourgalore]

kinda pissed that this fucker canonically most likely saw corroded coffin live before me

[lavender-ronance]

i saw someone say something about kline yesterday... may i just add:

pierre despereaux, international art thief

[thegayhimbo]

Cary Elwes as a sleazy politician is one of my favorite parts of season 3.

Also, the way he says, “My nose! You broke my goddamn nose!” has me in fits! 🤣

[cary-elwes]

[shiftingshiftingshifting]

hey! 🤭

also for the ask number 2 and 8!!!

hey angel!!!

imma do this for my mike dr if you don’t mind,

2) Who is your family?

I have three sisters, oldest to youngest: Josephine “Jo” Kline, 23; Este Kline, 17; & Cindy Kline, 9. Jo is engaged to her boyfriend Mark and has a 2 year old daughter by him named Francesca. Este is like the embodiment of the free love movement, even though she was only a toddler when it reached its peak. Cindy is the biggest bundle of energy you’ve ever seen shes like a firecracker. We had to put her into Fastpitch Softball(a team + private lessons) in order to give her an outlet so she didn’t destroy any of the houses.

Our mother was born in Sicily, and mimics both Este and Cindy(or rather they mimic her) in different ways. She’s roughly 10 years younger than our father, who’s two years older than his brother. They met when he traveled to Milan for a business trip, the city she moved to for college. Nowadays she’s a designer famous in certain circles, and once made a collection based on my sisters and I. My father was born and raised in Hawkins, before his parents uprooted the family to move to Beverly Hills when he was 13. He came from generational wealth, but that didn’t give him too much of a head start in the broker business. He worked his way up and retired a few years ago, quitting while he was a head and sitting on a mountain of wealth. Mt. Everest of to be specific.

I dont think my uncle needs much introduction, as he’s the only canon character in my family. Larry Kline, Hawkins one and only corrupt mayor, everybody! (though I did script he didn’t get the boot and is very much out of jail) My sisters and I used to stay with our Uncle every summer, while going to school in Switzerland. Though last summer our schedule was flipped. We spent the summer with our parents in Italy and began attending school in Hawkins. 🙌 (Este, Cindy, and I, that is)

8) Who is your best friend?

I would say my best friend at the moment is either Annie(nc) or Chrissy!! Though this is less in a best friend way but a second younger sister way, I’m also really close with Holly Wheeler. I teach her tennis lessons every Tuesday and Friday for an hour after school and that’s really fun. I left this section pretty open ended, because I’m really excited to meet everyone and make friends once I shift!!

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[paceypeternathanslawyer]

3 Weeks!!!!

Alexa play The Final Countdown by Europe 😁😁🎉🎉💖💖

[freudyou]

This is what it felt like watching Dean be mean to Jack at the beginning of season 13