Chapter 115: An Addictive Reunion (R18)

In the next moment, their lips met in a serene kiss, the soft intimacy of it lingering as Ricky's hands traced the familiar curves of her body until something strange began to unfold. 

Instead of the usual submissive Alina, allowing Ricky to take control, she began to grow more assertive. 

Her tongue, once passive, swirled confidently in his mouth, exploring him with newfound intensity and suddenly, Alina's hand moved swiftly, grasping his crotch with a firm, eager touch.

Without even tracing its outline, Alina unbuckled his belt in a swift, practiced motion, her sensual lips releasing from Ricky's in an almost teasing manner, leaving him momentarily confused by the sudden shift.

'What the hell-o-oh.'Ricky was about to ask when a shiver ran down his spine, the sensation of Alina swallowing his cock in one smooth gulp cutting him off, leaving him momentarily breathless.

Leaning back, Ricky seemed to be on the defensive as Alina moved closer, her hands eagerly starting to strip his clothes off. 

Her head moved back and forth with a rough, gulping resolve as her actions were driven by something deeper than just any physical need.

Alina's situation was different from the other women in Ricky's life. 

Unlike the fleeting encounters he had with the others, who were nothing more than brief interactions, Alina had been left with the lasting mark of Ricky. 

Becoming his personal cum dumpster, Ricky would show up, fill every asset of her holes with his cum and taste, then leave to do whatever it was he was going to do until the cycle repeated over and over again.

Through all of this, Alina became one of the many women Ricky left behind; but hers was a different kind of suffering. 

While the others had merely been fleeting distractions, Alina had truly been marked by him, used by him completely, and unknowingly caught in the aftermath of his addictive presence. 

It wasn't just the physical pleasure that lingered; it was the relentless cravings, the emptiness he left in his wake. 

His addictive touch, his potent liquids, had burned their way into her, and now she was paying the price.

Alina had been consumed by him for so long that her addiction had spiraled into something deeper, and unlike the others, who came and went without consequence, Alina was left with withdrawals.

But the withdrawals came differently, unlike those of regular drug users, hers were tinged with pleasure as nothing seemed to compare to Ricky's touch. 

Her fingers, material objects; none of them could give her that same high that crushed her mind, the way his body and cock had.

On the outside, Alina maintained a motherly figure for her children and the community she had woven herself into, but on the inside, she was feigning.

"Holy sh*t~" Ricky gasped, barely able to form the words as Alina gargled his cock within the depths of her throat while her soft hands gently fondled his balls.

Alina looked up at him, her eyes locked on Ricky's as she slowly pulled her lips away from his cock. Ricky, already shirtless, watched as she traced a slow line of saliva with her tongue across his chest.

'What the hell is happening-oh, don't tell me-"

"Ricky, you're back~" Alina murmured, her face inching closer to his, a warm smile on her lips and a deep blush coloring her cheeks. 

Ricky couldn't help but notice by her reaction that maybe his IP skills had actually caused these sudden actions, but he didn't dwell on it for too long.

"I want to feel you Ricky, I need to feel it all~" Alina whispered in his ear, biting her lip as she tried to suppress the desire to suck him dry only to give into lower lips. 

Feeling how her body cried out a wetness of need, her folds aching and flushed, unable to ignore their insistent calls to be filled.

"Oh Ricky~" Alina moaned, a smile spreading across her face as he tore off her clothes, leaving her body exposed and pressed against his lap.

Ricky's hand then firmly gripped one of her plump cheeks, his fingers sinking into the softness of her flesh as if drawn in, the pressure deepening like quicksand.

His other hand quickly moved to her large melons, which flopped free as her top was finally discarded.

"Ricky~" Alina whimpered, resting her head on his shoulder, unable to wait any longer.

Reaching down towards his cock, gripping it firmly with it already slathered in her salvia, and positioned it at the entrance of her aching folds, aligning it perfectly.

*Clap*

Alina didn't hesitate for a moment, quickly lowering her hips and impaling herself on his cock, her head arching back in a breathless gasp.

"O-Oh~" Alina's head arched back, a moan escaping her as a wave of relief washed over her, the emptiness within her completely filled to its brim in one swift motion.

Then her teeth clenched, chomping down onto the strain that had plagued her for long, that feeling that forced her to grab hold of something to reel in from this pleasure.

It was everything she dreamed it would be when he finally came back to her, filling her to the brim and leaving no room to dispute.

"Your home~" Alina fell backwards into this feeling, watching Ricky slowly lean over and place her on her back, looking up with glee while knowing that she would be devoured by his body once more.

"Damn right~" Ricky breathed, his eyes locking on the one woman he never needed to hold back with. 

His hand, which had been cradling her breast, slowly slid down until he firmly gripped both of her wrists.

Watching him pin her down, Alina smiled as her eyes filled with hearts as his other hand held down her waist.

Then, Alina felt the emptiness return as Ricky pulled back, his hips winding up before he slammed into her again, showing no remorse and she didn't want him to.

"A-Ah~" Alina saw the stars, she felt that out of body pleasure as her pussy parted and stretched for Ricky like in the past.

Her head tilted back as Ricky sank his lips onto her neck, and Alina's eyes watered from the relentless pounding as his cock hammered into her folds.

Despite being pinned down and treated like nothing more than a sex doll, Alina couldn't help but smile warmly.

"Y-Yes~" Alina moaned out, her eyes twitching back at every instance of Ricky's cock splitting open the depths of her pussy.

Feeling her walls shudder as waves of pure pleasure crashed over her, that familiar sensation so crippling that she couldn't stop the juices that sprayed freely, soaking the sheets beneath them, and marking the intensity of their passion. 

Her nerve endings ignited, firing sporadically as she was consumed by the unyielding, relentless assault of his cock.

But most of all, her mind surrendered completely, dissolving into a haze of bliss where only his touch, his presence, and the sloppy intermingling of their flesh existed within her world.

*BAM*

*BAM*

*BAM*

The bedframe slammed against the wall with each of Ricky's powerful thrusts, the force reverberating through Alina's body, each brutal push making her gasp. 

As his cock plunged deep, buried within her, her walls wrapped tightly around him, gripping him as if they were made to hold him and Ricky couldn't help but remember why he always returned to Alina.

No matter how hard his cock slammed into her, no matter how rough he was with her body, or how much he craved to simply lose himself, Alina always responded the same way. 

She welcomed him fully, her body arching, her breath hitching, her entire being surrendering completely to him but still craving more, craving that sweet release that always came with his presence.

"Ricky~" Alina moaned, her voice sweet yet heavy with need, smiling through the haze of pleasure as her body was used, reduced to nothing more than his personal toy, his willing cum dump.

Uncaring if he destroyed her body in the process, as long as this pleasure kept flooding her mind, Alina smiled, lost in the overwhelming bliss.

Then her mouth fell open, her eyes squinting in pleasure as a strand of hair fell loose, trickling down the front of her face.

All because of the pent-up tension in her body that was suddenly shattered by the force of Ricky's next thrust, sending her over the edge.

That thrust sent the tip of his cock reaching deep into her guts, breaking that dam that had built up over these three years as her body shuddered in response.

"HAAAAA~" Alina let out a long, trembling moan, her voice rising and breaking as her body succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure. 

Her folds quivered, spasming with unrelenting intensity before releasing a torrent of her climax, a warm flood spilling forth as her body shook violently in its release. 

Her back arched instinctively, her hands tried to claw at the sheets only to be planted firmly placed by his hold as her breath hitched, every fiber of her being consumed by the storm of ecstasy coursing through her.

*CLAP*

Only for Ricky to continue his relentless assault, driving his cock deep into her even as her body convulsed in the throes of her mind-shattering climax.

"F*ck~" Ricky muttered out, his hips slamming down into the convulsing and vibrating Alina whose body involuntary reaction made Ricky lose his mind.

That warm, enveloping sensation gripped him tightly, her walls wrapping around his cock with a slick, eager embrace. 

As Ricky would pull out, the moonlight streaming through the window seemed to catch onto his slobbered cock, glistening from her slathered juices.

Coating him completely in her own lubrication, giving him complete freedom to move within her before he slammed back.

"Ha-AAAH~" Alina's small moan mounted into a towering, feeling her pleasure from the climax surge upwards as his amplifying hands forced her to feel even more of that crippling sensation.

Alina's body trembled uncontrollably, her movements sporadic with the only thing chaining her in place was Ricky's firm grip that always seemed to press down onto her.

Ricky gritted his teeth, watching Alina unravel before him, her mind slipping away as that tight, vibrating sensation around his cock intensified. 

Each wave of her orgasm hit her harder than the last, her body flooding with juices, her grip tightening as she lost herself completely in the pleasure

Her thighs shook from every forceful thrust, struggling to keep steady, and her chest rose and fell rapidly, each breath escaping her lips in ragged, helpless moans that only fueled his desire and through all of it, Alina couldn't help but smile.

"Y-Yesh~" Alina let out a broken, gasping cry, her voice trembling as Ricky's pace intensified, his unyielding thrusts driving deeper into her, leaving her body utterly impaled and her mind fragmented. 

Each movement sent her thoughts scattering, splintering into shattered streams of pure, overwhelming pleasure that she could barely comprehend.

Ricky couldn't hold out any longer, feeling the overwhelming heat and tight, slick vibrations of her pulsating mush of a pussy that drove him past the brink.

His neck strained with veins, winding up one last assault while reeling in his hips before punishing her folds in the next instance.

"AHHHHHHHHH~" Alina screeched, her body trembling as a tsunami of release crashed through her, her entire being overwhelmed by the blissful rush. 

But as the ecstatic sensation flooded out of her, her face spread into an ear-to-ear smile as every nerve in her body seemed to light up in pure euphoria at the feeling that flooded into her. 

In the next instant, Alina felt the scorching warmth erupt deep inside her, his cum flooding her womb and expanding within her in a tidal wave of heat that set her stomach aflame. 

The feeling was intense, consuming her with a searing, finally quelling the addict that was Alina who shuddered at the warmth of his cum.

*HUFF*

*HUFF*

Alina let out ragged breaths of delight, her body trembling with need, uncaring as Ricky flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her head back by the hair. 

She instinctively reached behind her, her fingers sinking into his slick, tousled hair, pulling him closer as she gave herself fully to him, lost in the wild, consuming pleasure.

"Ricky~" Alina could help but breathlessly moan out, kissing his neck as she arched her back just for him.

Then slowly, Alina felt his arms wrap around her like snacks before squeezing down a stronghold of a grip onto her massive tits.

Then, without a second to waste, Alina felt his punishing thrusts slam into her ass, the shock of each deep, relentless motion sending jolts of pleasure through her. 

Her head leaned back, resting against his shoulder as the intensity of his movements made her body shudder. 

Ricky pressed light kisses along her collarbone, each one leaving a small, tender trail of hickeys which was such a stark contrast to the brutal, almost savage thrusts that continued to ram into her, his cock relentlessly driving into the gates of her folds with unyielding force.

Alina simply sat in his hold, feeling his arms wrap around her like an anaconda, tight and unrelenting, wrapping her in an embrace that restrained her completely. 

His grip was unyielding, the sensation of his hands constantly slipping and gliding over her tits, shaping them to his whims, each squeeze and pinch a deliberate play on her body. 

His pleasure was like poisonous venom, seeping into her with each movement, a fast, intoxicating burn that spread through his every action, his every thrust, his every kiss. 

Alina could feel what Ricky wanted, the way he molded her, as if her body existed solely for his indulgence and entirely for his whims.

Her arms, which had been dangling limp in the air, slowly maneuvered upwards, trembling slightly as they reached for him. 

With a sense of surrender, she placed her hands on top of his, guiding them as they continued to fondle her aggressively.

"F*cking hell, Alina." Ricky felt as though he was on the verge of losing his mind over this woman. 

Watching her, so utterly unrelenting in her submission, her body yielding to whatever he desired, only fueled his craving. 

The way she surrendered so completely to him, without hesitation or resistance, pushed him further into a frenzy.

*CLAP*

*CLAP*

*CLAP*

The sharp sounds of her ass being struck echoed through the closed room, each resounding slap rippling through her, the force of Ricky's thrusts sending frantic, wet sounds of impact that echoed all around. 

His hips slammed into her relentlessly, the rhythm of his movements synchronized with the harsh, jolting collisions that reverberated off the walls. 

With each punishing thrust, her ass was utterly pulverized, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberating through the air. 

"AH~"

"AH~"

"AH~"

Alongside it came the broken, rhythmic pattern of Alina's moans, like a shattered record, each cry fiercer than the last. 

Her moans spilled out of her wet, sloppy lips, echoing with every tremble of her body as her pleasure grew more frantic.

Clenching and releasing, squirting and cumming, Alina was a downright mess, her body writhing and shaking as her insides churned to Ricky's cock. 

Feeling her flesh part and then close in around him, feeling her folds stretched and contorted with each thrust, and the overall sensation that was utterly mind-numbing with every inch of her being consumed by his cock.

Alina could feel, once again, the changing feeling that kept her enslaved to him, the undeniable link between them that always left her craving more. 

Her withdrawals had been fierce without him, a torment she could now understand completely; he had become her addiction, her need, and the one thing she couldn't live without.

But even more so, this feeling that was being imparted onto her was something even more addicting than the last.

"AHHHHHHHHH~" Alina screamed, the sound ripping from her throat as Ricky's cock buried deep, yanking out another orgasm from her. 

Her body quaked with the force of it, her walls tightening around him as the waves of pleasure surged through her, leaving her breathless and undone yet Ricky's thrust persisted.

"You're the literal embodiment of wine Alina, finer with every passing year~" Ricky's tentative whisper brushed against her ear in the aftermath of her crippling climax. 

But the tone of his voice was different now: silken, smooth, laced with a seductive quality that seemed to heighten every lingering sensation in her body.

Shivering, Alina felt as though her eardrum was being caressed, teased with each soft, breathless whisper. 

The sensation was almost too much, taunting yet soothing, and underneath it all, a deep connection that settled into her mind, calming the frenzy of her body while igniting a slow burn of desire deep within her.

Then his hands squeezed, her eyes twitching as she felt the pleasure that had pooled within her body suddenly amplify, radiating through her breasts. 

He dug his fingers into the soft, moldable flesh, the sensation so compelling that it drowned out any thought of protest; only pure, unrelenting pleasure remained, making her unable to do anything but surrender.

Then her eyes hazily turned towards him in the midst of his next thrust, her body shivering, yet unable to look away. 

She was mesmerized by the intensity in his green irises, their gaze locking as a wave of heat washed over her, the connection between them pulling her deeper into the moment, making everything else fade away.

He kissed her shoulder gently, his lips brushing against her skin, but his eyes never left hers while leaving only an intense stare between them.

It felt as if she couldn't look away, trapped in the heat of his gaze, until his cock drove deep into her, forcing her walls to tighten, her eyes cloning around him while giving into the pleasure once more.

Her nose took in a deep breath, huffing his scent that drove her wild, unable to stop herself from breathing that intoxicating scent once more.

Then finally, it was his mere presence as his aura, his grip, the very same that made everything feel as if it were meant to be, made the world outside of him fading to nothing. 

Until her eyes snapped open, her body jerked back as Ricky collided deep into her once more, sending a shock of raw pleasure through her. 

Ricky buried his head in the crevice of her neck, the scent of her skin grounding him as his balls ached with each surge, releasing load after load into her as he couldn't help but feel completely at home, engulfed in the tight, welcoming embrace of her body.

Alina greedily accepted him, her body trembling with a hunger she couldn't control and as he thrusted deeper, her muscles involuntarily clenched around him, a desperate pull that seemed to milk every last drop from him, filling her womb with his warmth. 

The sensation was shattering, both tender and intoxicating, as her entire being seemed to tighten with every pulse of his release.

Her back arched, pressing against his chest, as she leaned into him, breathless and eager. 

Her tongue parted slightly, her lips slightly trembling, as the hot rush of air escaped in shallow gasps, the room thick with the scent of desire. 

Each breath was ragged, her body continuously filled by his heat, and her mind clouded with an addiction to him that made her crave more.

Holding onto her tighter, Ricky simply stood there while enjoying her squeezing out the very last drop from his cock before looking up at her.

It was then did she kiss his lips, rubbing his cheek before slowly falling onto the bed as Ricky watched the show.

Alina was exhausted, every muscle in her body screaming for her to stop, but that didn't stop her. 

With slow, deliberate movements, she crawled forward, her hands trembling on the sheets she pranced on as she carefully unsheathed him from her depths of her folds. 

Her body ached as it released its hold on his cock, still slick with her juices, flooded with his cum which poured out with every inch freed by Alina.

"Ha~" Alina breathed out a shaking moan, feeling the warm rush out from her womb and splatter down onto the sheets below.

*Pop*

With a soft, wet sound, Alina freed Ricky's cock, slipping out as it stood fully erect.

Without a moment's hesitation, Alina crawled to the foot of him, her movements deliberate and slow. 

She reached up, her hand wrapping around the base of his cock, her fingers curling around him with a soft grip. 

Her tongue, warm and teasing, brushed lightly against the sensitive skin of his sweaty, hanging balls, before slowly drawing upward, tracing the path of his length with a slow, deliberate motion.

Her juices and his remnant of cum guiding its way onto her taste buds, her eyes rolling back at the taste one again gracing her lips as she greedily licked him clean.

Her juices, mixed with the remnants of his cum, coated her taste buds, and she moaned softly, her eyes rolling back as the familiar taste flooded her senses. 

She greedily licked him clean, savoring every drop and with each slow, deliberate flick of her tongue, she accounted for every inch of him, her movements both seductively meticulous and insatiably hungry.

Once his cock was utterly spotless, Alina leaned in, her movements smooth and determined as she took him entirely into her throat and she swallowed around him, her gaze lifting to meet him with an approving smile.

To her delight, Ricky arched his back, a soft groan escaping him as he let his hand gently guide her by parting her hair, pushing it back behind her head. 

The simple, tender gesture filled her with warmth, a small but significant reminder of his presence and care amidst the heat of the moment.

But instead of the slow, deliberate movements of her tongue, Alina suddenly slammed her head down, taking him to the base. 

Her nose pressed against his pubic hairs, the sensation tickling her as she held him deep for a moment before pulling back then repeating the gesture.

Alina could feel the suffocating weight of him as she swallowed, every inch of him pressing deep into her throat, almost choking her. 

But her mind was elsewhere, consumed with the taste of his cum as the ecstasy it gave her was unbearable, a sweet relief that soothed the hunger in her addicted heart. 

As it graced her tongue and slid down her throat, she felt a sense of satisfaction, as if every part of her being was finally fulfilled.

Alina cared nothing for her own well-being, she only focused on the taste she craved and was completely determined, fanatical almost while driven by an insatiable hunger to feel him fill her mouth again with that hot thick batter. 

Alina's throat tightened around him with every iteration of slamming his cock down her windpipe, almost gagging as his tip pressed into her, his girth stretching her mouth and throat with each swift motion. 

The excitement of him hitting the back of her throat made her pulse race, the warmth and slickness of her mouth providing a slick, needy grip around him that only encouraged her efforts.

Gripping Ricky's waist tightly, Alina used the leverage to push herself faster, taking him in deeper with every hope that she would release it out faster. 

Her throat fluttered as she adjusted to his size, the tightness of her passage rippling with every inch he forced down her, while the inside of her mouth became hot and slick with saliva, desperately working to draw him in.

'What a freak~' Ricky couldn't help but think, as Alina took control, slamming her head down onto him without needing any encouragement from his hands gripping her head.

She was relentless, swallowing him whole over and over, the tightness of her throat working in tandem with the wetness of her mouth, each motion a desperate pull.

As she continued, Alina shifted her focus, one hand moving to gently cradle his balls. 

Her fingers massaged them with a soft urgency, as though she hoped the sensation would coax him closer to the edge, making him more comfortable in giving her what she so desperately craved.

Everything she did, every desperate move, was driven by the singular desire to feel him fill her stomach with an unending stream of his milky white cum. 

As Ricky's cock twitched within the tight grip of her throat, Alina knew exactly what it meant. 

Her pulse quickened, her body instinctively pushing forth, eager to take him deeper as her nose flared, ragged breaths escaping as she pushed herself harder, the air around her thick with anticipation.

Without another moment of hesitation, Ricky gripped her hair, pulling her closer as he thrust deep into her throat with full force, releasing everything in one swift motion. 

Alina shivered at the feeling, her throat tightening instinctively as that thick residue spewed into her gullet without even the need to swallow, flowing effortlessly down and into her stomach.

"My god~" Ricky seemingly looked in the air, laughing at how he could forget the mind numbing blowjobs Alina gave.

Suddenly, Alina pulled her head back, her lips still wrapped around him as she slurped along his length. 

Then to her relief, Ricky's next load surged into her mouth, the silky, scorching sensation flooding her taste buds. 

The intense feeling made her eyes roll back, her cheeks puffing out, as if she were holding it all in like a chipmunk savoring a feast.

*Gulp*

*Gulp*

One mouthful after another, Alina eagerly gulped down every offering, her throat working tirelessly until she was completely full and even then she didn't hesitate to swallow it all.

For the next hour, Alina continued to help herself to Ricky, eagerly gulping down every offering he gave her. 

Meanwhile, Ricky laid back on the bed, savoring the pleasure as she relentlessly satisfied her craving.

*POP*

Finally, feeling satisfied, Alina released his cock from the clutches of her mouth, her lips lingering for a moment before she slowly climbed up to rest on his chest. 

She placed a hand gently on his pectoral, and Ricky, with a tender smile, grabbed it, holding her close. 

Alina smiled sweetly, cherishing the quiet moment between them, fully immersed in the comfort of their reunion.

*DING*

[Mission Received: Alina Mannheim]

Difficulty: Easy-Medium

Character Sheet: C-

Description: Alina might seem very unapproachable and vitreous but she's been very pent up ever since her husband died. The only reason no one dared to try something with this beautiful MILF was because of Rocco, however now that department seems to have disappeared.

Objective: Release Alina from the shackles of her own guilt riddled chains that surround her luscious body and cum inside her.

Reward: 25,000 IP

Main Mission:

Impregnante Alina Once: (Complete)

Rewards: 10,000 IP

Impregnate Alina Twice:

Choose: 5,000 IP or Alina's Skills

Additional Missions:

Have Alina beg you to cum inside her(Complete):

Reward: Skill Coupon(Epic)

Have Alina throw away her dignity for your cum(Complete):

Reward: +8 Agility

Cum inside all three of Alina's holes(Complete):

Reward: +6 Dexterity

Bonus Missions:

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Creampie Alina three times in one sitting(Complete)

Reward: 15,000 IP

Hidden Mission: Have Alina cum with every Creampie in that sitting(Complete)

Reward: Rare Skill Coupon

Spend the night creampiing Alina in Rocco's room

Reward: 50 gacha spins

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Have Alina completely give herself to you(Complete):

Reward: +3 Vitality

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Ricky still hadn't completed any of the hidden missions left, but he had successfully gotten her knocked up once again, before being given the ultimatum for his actions.

'I guess Alina's skill.' Ricky thought, knowing that he felt a little poor when choosing the 5,000 IP for Carla instead of her skills.

*DING*

Received:

(Epic Skill) Child Rearing: The ability to nurture and raise children with innate wisdom, fostering growth, learning, and emotional stability, even in the most challenging circumstances.

(Epic skill) Advanced Cooking: The skill to craft exquisite meals with a deep understanding of flavors, transforming even the simplest ingredients into culinary delights.

*DING*

[Advanced Cooking and Proficient Culinary Arts wish to combine-]

'Yeah why not.'

*Ding*

(Legendary) Masterful Culinary Arts: A rare blend of expertise and intuition, combining profound knowledge of diverse cuisines, cooking techniques, and flavor combinations with the ability to craft exquisite meals. 

Lying on the bed with Alina clinging to his chest, he smiled softly as he gazed at her, watching her desperately try to regain herself. 

He kissed the top of her head. Alina, tired but smiling warmly, looked up at him, caressing his cheek with an endearing expression.

"Thank you for not forgetting about me Ricky-"

"Alina, I love you, and I should've told you how much you meant to me back then." Ricky took her hand, pressing a gentle kiss to her palm. Her eyes welled up with tears at his words.

"I didn't treat you the way you deserved, but I'm going to do right by you now." Ricky wasn't great with emotions, but he was doing his best to show her how sincere he was.

"Ricky~" Alina whispered, surprised by a side of him she had never seen before as to her he was like an onion, with so many layers yet to be revealed.

But before Alina could really enjoy the moment, a sudden revelation hit her that forced her to look away in unease. 

"Ricky I have something to tell you-"

"About Moxie, I already know." Ricky kissed her cheek, leaving Alina surprised that he was aware, especially after being out of the country.

In that moment, Alina felt a wave of guilt wash over her as all this time, she had thought Ricky had forgotten about her, yet she thought he had been quietly watching over them.

"I love you Ricky, I really do."

Next day,

Slowly opening his eyes, Ricky flinched at the figure at the end of his bed as it took a moment for him to process, but then it became clear that it was the three-year-old Moxie, standing there silently.

"Who you." Moxie squinted his eyes, pouting his chubby cheeks as he innocently watched his father search for Alina, who had already disappeared.

"Mommy cooking, who you." Moxie pointed at him again, clearly recognizing this as his mother's room and sensing that this stranger was trespassing.

"Long or short answer?" Ricky scratched his head, sitting up and making sure he was covered

"Short." Moxie stubbornly crossed his tiny arms, his binky still gripped tightly in his hand.

""Your dad," Ricky revealed, but Moxie didn't believe it for a second.

"No, my daddy is on the moon." Moxie pointed to the sky, and Ricky glanced up before looking back down, unsure how to respond.

"No, I'm pretty sure I'm in the room, not on the moon," Ricky clarified, but this only made Moxie upset and caused him to pout, shaking his head as if he didn't quite believe him.

"Mommy says daddy busy fighting bad guys on the moon-"

"I was fighting bad guys overseas-"

"No!" Moxie yelled at Ricky, who raised a brow before squinting his eyes.

"Did you just raise your voice at me?" Ricky's tone mirrored that of Lucky's, and the child immediately froze, his eyes widening as he realized his mistake.

"N-No," Moxie stammered, ducking his head and twiddling with his fingers. Ricky sighed, his expression softening as he shook his head.

"Listen, I wouldn't lie to you but if you don't believe me, ask your mom-"

"Moxie!" Alina rushed into the room and scooped up the troublesome toddler.

"What are you doing waking up your father?" Alina scolded, and Moxie immediately clamped his lips shut, slowly turning his head to Ricky while the latter's expression was one of silent triumph, as if saying, 'I told you so'.

"But Daddy is on the moon-"

"No, Daddy was overseas, not on the moon, silly," Alina sighed, kissing Moxie's cheek before turning to look at Ricky.

 "This is Moxie Mannheim Luciano, your son." Alina introduced him with a nervous smile, and Ricky leaned back, processing the words.

It was then that Ricky pulled up the familiar screen that gave a brief overview of Moxie Mannheim Luciano.

[Name: Moxie Mannheim Luciano

Mother: Alina Mannheim

Grade: B

Template: Moxie Mannheim

Template Description: Moxie Mannheim is a notorious and ruthless figure in the DC Universe, known as the founder of the infamous criminal organization Intergang. A master strategist and unrelenting leader, Moxie established Intergang as a dominant force in the criminal underworld. His reign was marked by brutal tactics and an iron-fisted approach to maintaining control and expanding his empire. Moxie's influence and power extended beyond conventional crime, often involving advanced technology and weaponry supplied by Apokolips. His legacy as the original mastermind behind Intergang continues to cast a long shadow over the criminal activities in Metropolis and beyond.

Description: Alina gave birth to your son in secret, choosing to keep the news under wraps until you could return and hear it from her directly. With no need for further financial support from Lucky, she is determined to wait for the right moment to share this significant news. Alina holds onto the hope that you will come back to her, envisioning a future where the three of you can be a family. In the meantime, she lovingly tells Moxie stories about the incredible man his father is, filling his crib with dreams and aspirations, nurturing the bond between father and son even in your absence. Her heart swells with longing, counting the days until she can reunite with you and introduce you to the child you've both created together.

Abilities: N/A

Skills: 

Intimidation: Allows the user to command or control respect through the use of fear. This ability proves particularly useful when combined with the skill of Interrogation.

Leadership: The ability of some characters to delegate authority and to command the respect and obedience of others.]

'He's gonna be a good mobster.' Ricky thought, looking at him before smiling as Moxie ducked his gaze.

"Well, he's pretty dumb, so I guess we have to be related." Ricky laughed, earning an eye roll from Alina while Moxie puffed out his cheeks in mock indignation.

"Come with me, Moxie, your father needs to get dressed." Alina said, walking out of the room. Ricky couldn't help but admire her swaying, departing figure.

'God damn, she really did age like fine wine.'

2 minutes later,

Ricky arrived in the kitchen of the two-story house he had bought for Alina all those years ago as he plopped down at the kitchen table, taking a moment to absorb the familiar surroundings.

"Hey, Sofia, how are you?" Ricky asked as he saw Sofia eating her toast. She ducked her head, shyly avoiding his gaze.

"Don't bully big sister!" Moxie yelled at Ricky, who nodded at him with a smirk before tossing a piece of toast right at the toddler's face.

"Good on you for defending your sister, but stop raising your voice at me," Ricky warned Moxie again and Moxie pouted but, after a moment, picked up the toast thrown at him and started eating it.

"Aye ma, I'm back from Tony's place-YOU!" Marco walked into the house, arriving in the kitchen only to see his beloved family mingling with a bastard.

"Hey Marco, good to see ya-"

"GOOD TO SEE ME, AFTER WHAT YOU PUT MY MA THROUGH, WHAT GIVES YOU THE BALLS TO SHOW UP HERE AGAIN?!" Marco roared at Ricky and Alina immediately stepped in between the two, her hands raised, while Moxie pouted, sensing the tension in the room.

"Why does big brother get to yell-" Moxie pouted, mumbling under his breath only for Ricky to side-eye him.

*Flick*

"Because he's not my son," Ricky said, flicking Moxie's forehead and he immediately covered it with his hands, pouting harder.

"Marco, listen we were wrong-" Alina tried to clear up the issue which only made Marco even more furious.

"MA, WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING THIS TRASH WHO KNOCKED YOU UP, ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND-"

*Slap*

In an instant, Ricky appeared and slapped Marco across the face, his strike sharp but controlled, just enough to sting without causing any real harm.

"Listen, Marco, say what you will about me cause god knows I deserve it, but you better show your mother some f*cking respect," Ricky drew the line, his tone cold and commanding as Marco immediately realized he had gone too far.

"Sorry, ma," Marco whispered, though his gaze remained hateful as he shot Ricky a look.

"Let's take a walk, come on." Ricky shoved Marco out the door, flashing a wink at Alina as he passed.

"Be back in a bit, peaches," Ricky said, unknowingly giving Alina a nickname. She blushed at his words, her heart skipping a beat, as Sofia looked up from her toast.

"Moxie, can you pass the butter?" Sofia asked softly. Moxie pushed the butter toward his older sister, then grabbed his blanket and binkie, marching after his new father with determined little steps.

"Oh no you don't," Alina said, grabbing the troublemaker Moxie, who immediately started throwing a fit.

"But I want to go with them~" Moxie whined, his lower lip trembling, but Alina sat him firmly back in his place, giving him a stern look.

"Not buts, they need to talk it out on their own."

Meanwhile outside,

*Bam*

"Oh, come on, is that it?" Ricky taunted Marco, a grin tugging at his lips as his laughter echoed, mocking the lack of resistance.

Immediately after they left the house, Marco started throwing punch after punch at Ricky. 

But with Ricky's body built to withstand the likes of someone like Dracula, the blows did no damage.

In fact, Ricky allowed Marco to tire himself out, knowing the kid would feel wronged if someone came, slept with his mother, and then just left without talking things through.

*Huff*

*Huff*

"I trusted you," Marco huffed out, looking up at Ricky with a hint of betrayal in his eyes with Ricky's laughter faltering as he met his gaze.

"Back then, my ma was at a dark place and you used her-"

"It wasn't like that-"

"LET ME FINISH!" Marco yelled at Ricky, who sighed but reluctantly nodded for him to continue.

"You used her. You got her to fall for you, got her pregnant, and then you just left." Marco spat, his frustration clear as he pointed out Ricky's mistakes.

"In those three years, when she was torturing herself about why you left, I was the one who picked up all those broken pieces," Marco's hoarse words came out, his voice thick with emotion and Ricky scratched the back of his neck, feeling the weight of Marco's accusation.

"I won't let you come in here and do it again," Marco said, his voice firm but pained. 

"I won't let you break her heart again. I just can't." Marco said everything he needed to, before plopping down on the ground before Ricky walked over and popped a squat beside him, silent for a moment.

"I know I f*cked up, Marco, but can you at least let me explain?" Ricky said, his tone softer now, a rare sincerity in his voice. 

Ricky knew he didn't need to convince Alina, she was already in his corner, but Marco was different. 

Marco had been the man of the house after Rocco died, and Ricky knew how much he cherished his mother.

"Back then, I was really messed up, like really." Ricky rubbed his mouth, before moving his hand up to slick his hair back.

"I had a lot of issues that I just always ran away from when things got rough," Ricky admitted, his voice low but truthful since Marco deserved it.

"And I did the same thing when I was with your mother. I wasn't strong enough to face it, and I hurt her because of it." Ricky looked at Marco and he hesitated at how much he resembled Rocco to the point it was a little weird.

"But at least give me the chance to make it right, since even if you hate me and despise me, I'm not going away." Ricky continued, his voice firm yet tinged with regret but firm nonetheless.

"I don't want to leave Moxie to grow up without a parent like I had to and no offense, but you can't stop me even if you wanted to." Ricky patted Marco's shoulder, a silent challenge in his touch. 

"However, if you really want me to leave, really, I'll leave and never come back." Ricky suddenly gave Marco an ultimatum that made the teenager look up.

"I know you hate me and I know that I hurt your mom, but I came back to be a better man and I mean it." Ricky suddenly released his hold from his shoulder, standing up and putting his hands into his pockets.

"But at the end of the day, I Ieft and you stayed, you get my respect for that, for being the man of the house and holding things down while I was being a jackass over in europe." Ricky shrugged, knowing that he would always support Moxie but he wasn't going to come in and impose his will onto Marco cause he owed him too much.

Marco was left a little speechless, reeling in from Ricky's words before he angrily stood up and kicked the dirt beneath him.

"Dammit fine!" Marco grumbled, turning back to Ricky as he gripped his fists tightly.

"Moxie needs a dad, and I'm not gonna let my distaste for you get in the way of that." Marco said, his voice firm only to receive a smile from Ricky.

"Spitting image of Rocco," Ricky muttered, looking to the side, feeling a bit unsettled by how closely they resembled each other and even their personalities were somewhat the same.

"Oh f*ck off Slick-"

"I'm serious, you guys are literally the exact same, except Rocco was a little horndog and you're more responsible." Ricky joked, causing Marco to laugh before quickly catching himself.

"Whatever, Slick-"

"Hey, you still want to be a chef?" Ricky asked, watching as Marco halted in his tracks and turned back to look at him.

"You remembered that?" Marco asked, clearly surprised as even Alina had forgotten about it.

"Of course, don't worry about your tuition, I'll cover it." Ricky replied with a grin, laughing a bit after watching Marco scoff and turn away, trying to hide the faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Just because your doing this for Alina-"

"When Rocco died, I made Alina a promise that I'd take care of you guys, I was serious." Ricky looked up at the cloudy sky, wondering if Rocco was spewing insults at him from above.

"He really meant a lot to you, didn't he?" Marco asked, his voice soft, a hint of surprise in his tone as he realized just how much Ricky valued Rocco's friendship.

"He really did and I-.......I still regret not being there that night." Ricky confessed, looking deep into the cloudy skies as Marco scratched the back of his neck.

"Back then, Rocco asked me to be his wingman, but I turned him down for a date. So, he brought Eddy along instead. I've always wondered, though, what might've happened if I'd gone with him that day." Ricky closed his eyes, feeling the water suddenly start to sprinkle down from the skies.

"We should probably head back inside," Marco said awkwardly, forcing a smile as Ricky quickly jumped to his feet.

"I ain't calling you dad." Marco scoffed at Ricky, seeing him sling an arm around his shoulder as they started walking back toward the house

"Marco, I'd be weird out if you did."

Author's Note: I saw some of comments with one asking about updating the status sheets, woman targets, and so on. I just wanna saw that I totally forgot about that and will do it porbably sometime this weekend cause I wanna play overwatch instead of doing that LOL.