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secondhand-snow · 3 months

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a body of impulses

chapter 3: letting love devour

lukas matsson x f!roy! reader (succession)

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warnings: dysfunctional family, swearing, fluff, smut, age gaps, virgin!reader, inexperienced!reader, virginity loss, vaginal sex, making out, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), corruption kink, aftercare, no use of y/n

summary: After Italy, things are hard. Your family is divided, your life is disordered, your brain is on fire. Lukas knows you better than yourself, and proves it by repairing your sanity in a way only he can.

author's note: here's a nice little fluffy chapter for you after our last installment! hope you enjoy, it was so fun to write ♡ please consider liking, commenting, or reblogging if you enjoyed!

The past few months have been hard, to say the least. The day of Caroline’s wedding was like a bomb had been dropped on your family. Logan wanted to sell to GoJo, and no matter what your siblings did, they couldn't change his mind. They felt betrayed, he felt discredited, and the whole thing ended up in flames. After that night, you didn’t have the energy to reach out to your siblings. They continued messaging you, half accusing, half blaming, you left their messages unopened. Except for Kendall, who you responded to in order to gain more information on his hospital visit. When you were satisfied he was okay, he got the silent treatment as well.

Worse than the bomb was the fallout. You left Italy alone the day after the wedding. Logan stayed in Italy for a while, his loyal executives staying by his side. You aren’t sure what your siblings ended up doing, you only know that Tom flew back alone as well. When you get back to New York, you throw yourself into your work. You get to the office at 6 in the morning, you leave at 10 at night, you never take lunch breaks. It’s the only thing that keeps your mind occupied. You barely sleep, you barely eat, you barely speak.

The rhythm finally ends with Lukas. Everything always ends with Lukas. He knows you’ve been struggling, knows how things ended with your family. Every night he begs you to take a break, get some sleep, and relax for the first time in over a month. You try to convince him you’re okay, that you're just busy with the deal and coping the best you can. He doesn’t believe you. Lukas keeps asking every night when you call. He offers to pay for a spa visit, a vacation, anything to get you out of the office. Like the money is what’s stopping you.

You play a game of cat and mouse, him chasing you and you denying him. It goes on for weeks. Until he doesn’t give you a choice.

“You’re coming to Sweden tomorrow.”

“Lukas… It’s 12 o’clock at night.”

“I’m sending my jet, your flight is 7am.” You roll over in your bed, moving from your back to prop yourself up on your elbows, eyebrows raising as he speaks. You were exhausted, just getting home from work an hour ago and getting into bed as quickly as possible, even if you couldn’t sleep.

“I have to work tomorrow, I can’t just ditch everything for a vacation.”

“They’ll survive without you for a few days.” He sighs, you hear fabric rustle like he’s leaned back onto where he’s sitting.

“I have so much to do…”

“You’re coming.”

“I can’t just go to Sweden on a whim!” Your voice isn’t really upset, just surprised and a little frustrated at the intrusion.

“It’s not on a whim, I planned it for you.”

“You’re fucking insane.”

“I miss you. I want to see my girlfriend.”

You pause then, letting out a low sigh. Lukas always knows what to say to you, always knows how to get you to do what he wants.

“I miss you too.”

“I knew it.” You can hear the smirk in his voice when he speaks now. He knows he’s won.

“I tell you that every day, it’s not a new revelation.” Lukas laughs quietly on the other line, the sound bringing a shy smile to your face. “I don’t think this is a good idea though. If we went public without me telling my family first…”

“Then we won’t. We’ll be careful and stay private until it’s a good time. Nobody will know unless you want them to, I promise.”

“Okay. Okay, fine. I’ll come to see you. But you know I can’t stay long.”

“We’ll see.” He half-sings, and you’re glad he can’t see the grin on your face when you try to sound annoyed.

“Lukas!”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He hangs up before you can change your mind, leaving you staring at the bright screen of your phone in your otherwise dark apartment, an embarrassingly large grin on your face. You try falling back asleep that night, but don’t manage to get more than an hour or two before waking back up. It’s not the worst night of sleep you’ve gotten, and you needed to pack anyway. Sending a quick message to your assistant, you quickly cancel your plans for the week. You know you said a few days, but you also know Lukas can persuade you like no one else. So, at 7am sharp you find yourself seated on an unfamiliar jet, making excuses to try and influence yourself enough to leave, call off the trip and head back to the office. It doesn’t work.

Lukas’s Swedish house is everything you thought it would be. Just outside of Stockholm, the building was modern and luxurious, with a long driveway and tall fir trees keeping the property private. The mansion was made of stone and dark woods with huge glass windows. It was simple and quiet, while simultaneously being incredibly opulent. It’s so Lukas it almost made you laugh. You took in the landscape, peering out the window of the SUV you were sitting in. Lukas insisted on sending you his personal driver, not trusting anyone else to bring you here safely.

When the car finally rolled to a stop and you exited the vehicle only a few seconds passed before Lukas was running out the front door of his mansion towards you. He was shoeless, wearing a pair of plain sweatpants and a shirt, with his hair messy and arms open. The goofy look on his face and the gawky way he rushed towards you made you giggle, your lips parting into a beaming smile. When he reached you, his arms tucked under your armpits and scooped you up, your feet lifting from the ground as he held you close. You wrapped your arms around his neck, tucking your head into the top of his chest.

“You’re here!” His voice was slightly muffled from the way he had his lips pressed into your hair, but his tone was happy, maybe the happiest you’d ever heard him.

“I am. I finally made it.” Lukas set you back down onto your feet, dropping his arms around your waist before pulling you in for a soft kiss. You could feel his smile on your lips before you separated.

“Let me show you around.” He intertwines your fingers, presses his arm against yours playfully, and begins leading you into the house.

The inside is contemporary, filled with the highest end furniture and appliances that money can buy. It's minimalist and chic, and looks a little more lived in than Lukas’s Swiss villa. You recognize a few areas from the background of Facetimes and photos Lukas has sent you. The bookshelves in his office, the painting in his dining room, the mirrors in his home gym. It feels strangely nostalgic to see the spaces in real life, strangely like home. When you reach his bedroom you’re a bit surprised to see your luggage sitting there. The surprise quickly fades with the realization that he trusted you enough to share a space with you. Self-pride takes over your emotions, a small smile finding its way to your face.

“So, what do you have planned for me?” You release Lukas’s hand to walk over to his bed, sitting gracefully on the edge of it to look up at him.

“You’ll see.” He moves to stand closer to you, your knees brushing the front of his legs as he reaches out to run a hand through your hair.

“You really won’t tell me?”

“It’s a surprise!” His hand moves to cup your chin, tilting your head up even further to look him in the eyes. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

“I am not a fan of surprises.” You raise your eyebrows at Lukas, making him snicker at the pouty look gracing your face.

“You’ll like this one.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know you.”

That shuts you up. You can’t argue with the statement, you both know it’s the truth. Lukas knows more about you than your own family. He’s seen you at your most vulnerable and stayed, a feat nobody else in the world can claim. The months you have spent with him feel like centuries, and you don’t think you can ever go back to how your life was without him.

The rest of that day consisted mainly of lounging around, getting used to time difference and catching up on the few things you hadn’t shared with your boyfriend already. You watched a movie on his couch, casually resting your head in his lap while he worked on his phone. Lukas wasn’t the biggest cuddler, but he did enjoy your small displays of affection. Dinner was spaghetti and wine, prepared by his personal chef since neither of you were great cooks. As the sun set, the pair of you found yourself outdoors, in Lukas’s hot tub.

Your hair pulled back so it wouldn’t get wet, his shirt off exposing a light scattering of blonde hair on his chest. You sat next to him in the water, your head laying lightly on his shoulder while your feet stretched out in front of you, slightly floating. For the first time in months, your brain was quiet and your surroundings were calm.

“Have you ever used your pool before?” Your head moves from its resting point you look up at Lukas, your brows furrowed in question.

“Of course. Do people do that?”

“You mean- buy a house and not use the features it comes with?” He nods. “Yeah, all the time. That’s like… a norm in old-money social circles.”

“Really?” His head tilts, a confused smirk coming over his lips.

“Really. Roman has a house in Puerto Rico he’s never even been to. Says its ‘just in case.’” You laugh candidly at the admission, your head falling back onto his shoulder as you realize just how odd it sounds.

“Just in case what?”

“I have no clue. You should ask him, he likes you.” Lukas just hums in response, a hand coming around your shoulders to hold you close to him. You stay that way for a minute, just breathing and being together. Eventually, you move from your position, his arm falling away as you shift to settle in front of him in the water, bending a bit at your hips to stay at his eye level, hands resting on his thighs as you lean your weight forward. It gives him a great view of your cleavage, which you immediately notice as his eyes drift down to your chest.

“Do you think this is weird?” You look up at Lukas through your lashes, his gaze moving back up to meet yours.

“What? Us?” You nod. “Yeah, a little.” He shrugs, his mouth forming an indifferent line.

“I just feel like we move so fast, like nobody else would really understand it if we told them.”

“Well they don’t have to understand it. Are you happy like this?”

“Very.”

“Then that’s what matters.” He reaches forward, grabbing onto your arms to pull you into his lap, straddling his hips as his hands move to cradle your ass. “ I don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks. The media, our companies, your family- it’s all unimportant. I only care about you.”

You pause for a second at that, gnawing on your bottom lip as you look into Lukas’s eyes. Your arms move from resting at your sides to circle around the back of his neck.

“You’re serious about this? About our relationship? About me?” There’s no hesitation before he answers.

“Yes.” A soft smile comes to his lips. “I’m more serious about you than any other relationship I’ve been in, to be honest.”

Something in his eyes tells you that it’s the truth. There’s a tenderness there you haven’t seen before. His answer satisfies you enough to make you lean forward, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. Of course, he deepens it. You’ve learned that Lukas can never do something halfway, with him it’s always all or nothing. The realization calms you a bit, dulls your fears of manipulation and misuse. You almost can’t believe that someone would care for you as much as Lukas does, you think there must be an underlying reason. But it feels so good to be with him, the potential for damage is worth it.

When Lukas said he was planning everything for you, he wasn’t kidding. The following days of your trip are planned perfectly, with every fine detail figured out for you. You don’t have to make any decisions, just let yourself be led and take things as they come. Part of you loves it, part of you hates it. You go along with it despite your uncertainty.

The first day, you go on a spa trip. The entire building had been rented out for the two of you, a needed step to take for maintaining the privacy of your relationship. Lukas assures you the working staff have also signed NDAs, just to be safe. You spend hours in matching robes getting pampered with the finest and rarest ingredients in the world. The massage you get disposes of all the stress you’ve been carrying, leaving your back and shoulders feeling the best they have in months. You convince Lukas to get a facial, snapping a photo of his face with cucumber slices on his eyes and setting it as his contact photo in your phone. But more than that, you’re able to be in a semi-public place with your boyfriend and not hide the connection between you two. There’s no harm in pressing a wayward kiss to his lips, in holding his hand as you walk together. Your affection being unconfined in the open is more of a luxury than anything else you receive that day.

The day after that Lukas takes you on a hike. You haven’t had the time to get out in nature in so long, and he knows it. It’s only a short drive to the area, a gorgeous forest of towering trees and lush vegetation. You hadn’t brought active clothing with you, but luckily were able to obtain some via Lukas’s assistant in time for your activity. When you promise to repay Lukas for the money he spent on your outfit, he just scoffs and presses an affectionate kiss to your temple. The hike itself isn’t too hard, only 5 miles round trip with a few uphill treks. On the way Lukas takes the time to point out native plants to you, and you pretend to understand when he pronounces their names in Swedish. At the end you’re left with the view of a beautiful lake and acres of rolling green hills around it. You take a selfie to commemorate your experience, the image showing you smiling at the camera happily and Lukas stooping over to press a kiss to your cheek. You’re so tired at the end that you fall asleep on his shoulder on the drive back, his hand covering yours and blissful smiles on both your faces.

The third day, you stay at home. Lukas apologizes profusely that he can’t take you shopping in old town Stockholm, but knows it's too much of a risk for you to be seen together. Instead of a public outing, you camp out in his living room and spend the day watching your favorite movies. He brings out a horde of Swedish candy, making you try every single one no matter how strange they sound. Bilar ends up being your favorite, you finish an entire bag between the two of you. You show him your favorite childhood movie, cuddling into his shoulder on the couch as you look up at his reactions. He tells you about his favorite movies, the tv shows he loved growing up, the books he read in primary school. It feels familial and a little cutesy. It’s a nice break in the intensity of your relationship.

Later that night you look over at Lukas, stretched out on the couch as he watches the TV intently. You roll over onto your stomach, propping your upper body up on your elbows, bending your knees to hold your feet in the air.

“Tell me something about yourself.” His head turns to you, a slightly concerned look on his face.

“What do you want to know?” Lukas moves his attention fully to you, shifting his upper body in your direction. You pause, thinking for a second before responding.

“Tell me something you haven’t told anyone else.”

“Ever?”

“Ever.” He takes a minute, head tilting to look at the ceiling as he thinks.

“I don’t know if I have one of those. I’m a pretty open person.” You give a small laugh at that. He mocks offense at your reaction, mouth opening wide and shoulders raising.

“That is so not true Lukas.”

“I tell people all sorts of things!”

“You calculate what you say though. Like- you tell people things to make them think you’re less threatening.” The smile on Lukas’s face makes you know you have him caught. “You only share what you know people can’t use against you.”

“You know me too well.” You smile at that, move to crawl over to him and roll over, putting your head on his lap, looking up into his eyes. Lukas threads his fingers through your hair, tilts his chin to return your gaze.

“Have you ever been like that with me?” He considers for a minute, eyebrows raising to accentuate the few wrinkles on his forehead.

“Maybe at first.” You nod. “But after I ate your pussy I stopped.” He laughs, a little smug. Your hand comes up to swat at his chest playfully.

“It’s weird seeing you talk to other people, though. Like a switch flips in your brain and all the sudden you’re this social mastermind.”

“Yeah…” Lukas lets out a small sigh, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip before he continues. “I guess I keep my guard up, it can be a little intense.”

“Intense is a good word. For both of us.”

“It is.”

“You really don’t have anything that you haven’t told anyone else? Anything at all?” You widen your eyes and pout your bottom lip.

“Let me think.” Lukas takes a deep breath, closes his eyes for a moment. “I sent this girl my blood once.”

“What?”

“An ex of mine, I sent her frozen bricks of my blood. Like, these half-pint blood ice cubes.” You hesitate before responding, a genuine question in your voice.

“Why did you do that?”

“It was a joke at first. Then I just kept doing it. I don’t know- I just like being able to do that shit, you know? Like- having some power over her, even though we aren’t together.” He shrugs, averts his eyes from yours for a second before glancing back down as you speak.

“That’s pretty bad, Lukas.” Your tone is more lecturing than actually upset, like a teacher reprimanding a student for bad behavior.

“Yeah, yeah I know. You gonna break up with me?”

“Nah. I know people who have done worse.” You give him a little smile. “Who’s the ex?”

“My comms head. Her name’s Ebba.”

“Well that makes things complicated.” You laugh a little at the strangeness of the situation. Lukas sheepishly smiles.

“Yeah. You’ll probably end up meeting her at some point.”

“I don’t think I wanna meet her, honestly.”

“Because she’s my ex?”

“Yeah. I’d be jealous.” Lukas cracks a grin at that, but you're partially serious. You rise up from your spot in his lap, moving to sit so you face him, legs crossed in front of you. “For real! How come she gets your blood and I don’t?”

“You want my blood?” His eyebrows furrow, a genuinely surprised look spreading over his features.

“I dunno… maybe.” You blush a little at the strange admission and bring a hand up to push your hair back. “ I just want all of you.”

A cheeky smile returns to Lukas’s lips at the confession. “You’re almost as crazy as I am.”

You don’t respond to that, just move a hand to jokingly push him away. A move that causes Lukas to retaliate by bringing a hand to your chin and pulling you into a soft kiss. You huddle up together to finish the film, with him actually focused on the screen and yourself slowly drifting to sleep. When the movie finishes, you’re fast asleep, head resting gently on Lukas’s shoulder as quiet snores leave your mouth. You don’t see the smile that rests on Lukas’s mouth when he notices you. You don’t see the gentle kiss he presses to your forehead before he picks you up and carries you to bed for the night.

You wake up in the early hours of the morning, moonlight still shining through the large windows to illuminate the room in front of you. Your hair is spread out on the pillow like a circlet around your head. As you roll from your position lying on your back, the sleeping form of Lukas comes into your view. He’s on his side, facing you, with his eyes closed and shoulders rising with even, deep breaths. He looks so peaceful like this, vulnerable in a way you’ve never seen before. You reach out, your hand brushing his hair back off his forehead before falling to cup his cheek. You can’t help but lean in and press a sweet kiss to his temple.

Lukas stirs, when your hand falls away, a lighter sleeper than you realized. His eyelids flutter for a second as he wakes, then open to reveal sleepy eyes staring back at you. A small smile comes to his lips at the sight of you, his shoulders rolling a bit as he comes further into consciousness.

“You brought me up?” Your voice is quiet, still a bit hoarse from sleep when you speak. Lukas nods in response. A smile comes to your lips, one wide enough to show your teeth. Your hand comes up to his cheek again, the arm closest to the bed moving to prop your upper body up a bit as you lean into him. You kiss him, smile still on your mouth and he reciprocates with twice the force. His hand comes to your waist, pulling your body in close to him as he deepens the kiss, tongue tapping against your lips for permission.

You allow him entrance, his tongue moving to trace on the roof of your mouth as you let out a soft moan. Your hips tilt into his, pressing your mound to the growing bulge in his fleece pajama pants. The effect is instant, a delicious pressure against your clit that pulls a soft gasp from your throat. Lukas shifts your position, rolling onto his back and using the hand on your waist to pull you to a straddling seat on his lap. He’s still laying down, with you now supporting yourself with a hand to be almost crawling on top of him.

His pants his feet on the bed, allowing him to slowly roll his hips into yours, grinding you on on his bulge with the hands on your waist. You can’t help moving back from the kiss then, an involuntary moan leaving your mouth at the unexpected sensation. Lukas’s mouth moves to your neck, sucking a mark onto your skin before nipping hard enough to earn a small squeal from deep in your throat. You grind your hips into his again, moving back from your place on your hands to sit upright on Lukas’s lap. His lips follow you for a moment as you move before he drops his head back against the pillow, mouth open and breathing heavy.

Your hands move to Lukas’s chest, bracing yourself as you rock your hips into the hard outline of his cock. A muted hum rumbles through his chest at the feeling, his hands moving to grip your ass and encourage your movements. Your motions are a bit delicate, but your body responds all the same. The heat between your legs builds, shocks running down your thighs at the pressure on your clit. A steady stream of sighs fall from your mouth, a blush gracing your cheeks at the unrestrained showing of your pleasure. Your head falls back a bit, eyes shutting with heavy lids as your face is turned towards the ceiling.

“You’re so perfect.” Lukas briefly moves a hand from your hip to push himself into a seated position. His lips fall to your neck again, peppering you with small kisses and bites, then brushing against your ear. “You’re gorgeous like this, all needy and wanting.”

You can’t argue with that, your moans speaking for themselves. In response, you move to capture his mouth again in a passionate kiss, your sounds muffled against his skin. Lukas’s hands begin helping your movements, creating a steady rhythm of rolling and grinding. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. Your thighs shake with the pressure on your clit, but your core clenches around nothing, feeling terribly empty. You pull back from Lukas’s mouth as a truly desperate whimper leaves your lips.

“I want you.” The confession is breathless, your eyes heavily lidded and your chest rising and falling quickly.

“You have me.” He plants a kiss to your chin, your hand coming up to his jaw.

“No, I mean…” You sigh for a moment, heat creeping up your back at the strange embarrassment you feel. “I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me.”

Lukas pauses at that, his head moving to look you deeply in the eyes. “You’re sure?”

“Yes.” There’s no hesitation in your answer, him barely finishing his question before you respond. “Please, Lukas.”

He nods, a gentle smile on his lips as he leans back into you with a quick kiss. When you separate, he gently moves you off his hips. You land in a seated position, knees bent with feet planted on the bed and arms behind you to brace your back up off the bed. Lukas moves on top of you, slotting himself between your legs as he sits back on his knees. His fingers come to rub small circles on the exposed skin of your lower thighs.

“Can I take these off? And your panties?” His voice is low and thick with his accent, barely a whisper as he asks. You nod, spreading your legs a little wider to accommodate the clothing removal. He leans into you, hands moving to the waistband of your casual shorts before slowly pulling them down. You lift your hips a bit, helping as Lukas eases the fabric down the curve of your ass. He moves back from between your legs as the garment moves down your thighs, quickly working them down to your ankles before discarding them completely. Your skin exposed, your body spread out beneath him, you instinctually move to press your knees together.

Lukas just chuckles lowly, a lopsided smirk on his lips as he gently presses your knees back apart. His fingers slowly move to the inside of your thighs, snaking closer to your core. His hands land right under the swell of your ass, cupping your sighs there as he bends to look at your slit. You’re embarrassingly wet, already so worked up after just a little dry humping. Gently, so gently, his thumb moves to part your folds, brushing gently against your clit and causing you to squirm under his touch.

“Shh, I know… I gotta make you cum at least once before you’re ready to take me.” He doesn’t move from his place between your legs, just directs his words up to you. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

You give a small hum in acknowledgement, moving to let your back fall against the covers, a pillow under your head to allow you to continue watching Lukas. His movements are slow, borderline teasing as he begins his work. A finger comes to your clit, beginning to toy with it in small circles. The effect is instant, growing the heat between your legs at a pace that never fails to amaze you. Gradually, Lukas’s movements increase, both in pressure and speed. Your chest heaves as the gasps leaving your throat grow louder and louder. You’re so lost in the pleasure, don’t even realize your hips are bucking against his touch until Matsson’s hand migrates to push your pelvis back against the bed, anchoring you in place.

His thumb remains on your clit, with his middle finger moving to gently prod against your entrance. Delicately, so delicately, his finger slides in. The movement is easy, no stretching against his width, though his finger is longer than you’ve had before, tapping further back in your cunt than your own fingers ever have. It feels divine to finally have something to clench down on, your silk walls tightening against his digit as he stimulates your clit. You’re already content with the feeling of being full, well, fuller than you’ve been before. But then, Lukas moves. He crooks his finger up, gently beginning to thrust it back and forth into you.

The pad of his finger easily finds the spongy spot inside you, sending shock waves through your core. It’s only a few thrusts before you’re cumming, tension in your lower stomach finally peaking as your legs shake around Lukas. Your head rolls back, back arching up from the bed as a moan rips through your body. Lukas groans with you, fingers still moving as he fucks you through your orgasm. As your breathing regulates, you whine, a hand coming down to feebly push him away.

“Good girl… Come on, give me one more.” Lukas’s voice is a low growl as he speaks, slowing his motions while his eyes flick up to yours. “You can take it.”

His ring finger moves, slowly pressing in to join his middle finger deep in your pussy. This time, there’s a stretch. The wetness helps, slicking his skin enough to not provide too much resistance. Even so, there’s a slight stinging sensation between your thighs as you get used to the new feeling. Lukas’s two fingers are the widest thing you’ve taken so far, and he knows it, taking a moment to let you adjust before he begins moving again. A mewl escapes your lips as his fingers take a hook shape, the pressure you previously felt on your g-spot intensified by the extra weight.

Your hands grasp against the sheets near your hips, finding no purchase as the pleasure in your core begins to build again. When he brushes your clit again, you nearly pull away. The bundle of nerves is throbbing, hyper-sensitive from your first peak and incredibly responsive to Lukas’s touch. It’s almost too much, but it feels so good you lean into his pressure, hips gently rolling to meet his thrusts while he softly plays with your clit. Your fingers travel to the oversized t-shirt you wear, tangling in the fabric there, gently pulling in up to expose more of your stomach. Lukas’s hand on your hip moves up, exploring the new skin as he doubles his efforts on your pussy.

Gasps and faint moans fill the air as electric shocks run down your thighs. Soft words of “please” and “yes” leave your lips as you begin to reach your climax. What sends you over the edge is the feeling of Lukas’s nails as he gently rakes his fingers down your skin. The climax hits you like a wave, satisfaction running through your body with a heat that makes you gasp and whimper for more. Your eyes fall shut as you cum this time, hips moving against your will as your legs fall further open, limp with pleasure. You take time to catch your breath, leaving your eyes shut while you feel Lukas slowly withdraw his digits from you. It’s a strange feeling, being empty again, clenching around nothing in the aftershocks of your orgasm.

The bed shifts as Lukas moves, sitting up to pull his shirt over his head. You open your eyes at the sound of fabric rustling, vision still heavily lidded. His muscles are toned, skin lightly tanned and blonde hair growing a pattern on his chest. Your gaze draws down to the small trail of hair below his navel, disappearing underneath the waistband of his pants. He notices you looking, giving you a goofy smirk before he moves to cover your body with his.

“How do you feel?” His face is close as he talks, gazing into you with his icy blue eyes. You can’t help the smile that breaks out on your face, giggly and blissed out as you respond.

“So good.” Your hands move to his chest, fingers lacing into his light hair as you gently stroke over his muscles. “Will you help me with my top?”

The grin on his face speaks for itself, his hands moving to pull the fabric of your shirt over your head, you helping by shifting your weight. When your chest is exposed, Lukas immediately palms your tits. He squeezes, gently rolls your nipples between his fingers, smirks at the way this causes you to moan. It’s not long before his mouth dips to press kisses along your collarbones, falling to your breasts before he takes a nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking on the skin. Your hand moves to his hair, gasping and arching your back to press yourself against him harder. He chuckles in response, the hum vibrating through your body.

“Lukas…” You don’t have to finish your sentence for him to know what you mean. Know what you’re asking for. He presses a parting kiss to your chest, just between your breasts. Lukas sits back on his legs before moving to stand off the bed, making quick work of his pants as he strips them down his legs. His cock springs up, tip already glistening wet with pre-cum as he approaches you again.

You bite your lower lip at the sight, half from anxiety, half from arousal. He moves between your thighs, sitting up on his knees as he wraps a hand around the base of his shaft. His other hand comes to your thigh, spreading your legs wider as he slots himself in the space between them. Lukas is so close to you now, the front of his thighs pressing against the bottom of yours. His cock hovers over your mound, hand moving to gently stroke up his length while he looks down at you. Your breath comes deep and measured. You don’t blink under his stare, don’t look away, just gaze back into his eyes with the same intensity.

Lukas moves slowly, bending at the waist, his hand traveling to brace himself as he covers your body in his. The kiss he presses to your lips is electric, sending sparks down your body and through your brain. You can feel his cock lightly grazing the skin of your stomach, the realization making you moan into Lukas’s mouth. He swallows the sound eagerly before separating your lips, almost as breathless as you.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

His position moves, back to sitting up on his thighs as he begins to guide his cock into you. The hand that was holding him up goes to one of your hands, intertwining your fingers and squeezing. You feel his tip against your entrance, smooth and hot and large. Little by little, he presses into you. The stretch is instant, a stinging pain that makes you inhale roughly and squeeze Lukas’s hand. It’s not unbearable, but it is uncomfortable. Your brows furrow, face pinched with the harsh feeling.

“Are you okay?” Lukas’s motion pauses for a moment, his mushroom tip almost fully inside of you.

“Yeah- just… keep going.” Your voice is quiet and breathless, tinged with discomfort.

“Okay, it’s okay. I have you.” He presses in further, fully sheathing his tip inside of you, a movement that causes a small groan to come from your mouth. “Good. Good girl. You’re doing so well.”

You don’t respond to that, and he doesn’t expect you to. Lukas waits a moment before continuing to press in, so slowly it almost feels tortuous. The worst of the stretch seems like it's over, the pain staying constant instead of increasing like it had been. Lukas’s cock is heavy inside of you, the feeling new and pleasing. You can feel his tip pressing against every ridge inside of you, further and further back. Before long you feel him press against your cervix, a sensation that makes you jolt, pulling back a bit from his form.

He frowns at that, squeezing your hand quickly before letting go to grab your hip. Lukas’s touch directs you to angle your pelvis differently, the movement causing his cock to sink further into your cunt. He barely has to press any further in before he bottoms out. His hand comes back to yours, the fingers that had been gripping his base moving to gently hold the outside of one of your thighs. You’re fuller than you’ve ever been before, and the pain between your thighs is slowly beginning to fade as he keeps himself fully sheathed inside of you.

“Wait- just stay for a second.” Lukas nods, face caring and solemn as he watches the expressions cross your face. Your brows unfurrow as the sting in your vulva subsides, a low sigh leaving you as your body relaxes into the bed beneath you.

“Okay?” He notices the change in your posture, hand on your thigh rubbing small circles into your soft skin.

“Fuck, yes. Move… please move Lukas.” Without the pain occupying your mind, you're able to focus on your other senses. He’s so close to you. His body is warm and strong and everything, everything, everything. Your clit is rubbing perfectly on his pubic bone with him fully inside you, your cunt feeling so full you swear you might implode. It’s so good, but you need more, you think you’ll die if something doesn’t change soon.

Luckily, you don’t have to wait long. Lukas nods as he hears your request, softly pulling back until just his tip is left inside you before pushing back in. This time, he brushes that spot in you, the one that makes your vision go white and your toes curl. You moan low in your throat, earning a matching groan from Lukas as you involuntarily clench around his length. His thrusts steady, a gentle rhythm beginning as he starts to really fuck you.

The pleasure in your lower stomach builds as he moves, your hips starting to roll to meet him in time with his thrusts. Each motion grazes your g-spot, sending sparks of satisfaction through your body. He pants over you, deep groans leaving his mouth while he moves. His noises blend with your gasps and moans, filling the room with the sounds of depravity. Your free hand had been grasping at the sheets next to you ineffectually, now you moved it to squeeze one of your breasts, a sort of anchor as your body rocked with the motions of Lukas.

“Can you… harder?” Your sentence partially trails off as you gasp, barely getting out your question before another moan leaves your lips.

“Harder?” He confirms, strengthening his thrusts as you nod in response. The effect is powerful, his tip now hitting your g-spot with a force that makes your toes curl and voice whimper. You move instinctually, wrapping your legs around his torso, forcing him even deeper into your soaked cunt. Lukas’s hand on your thigh moves to your waist, gripping the skin there harder than he means to as he becomes lost in the change in sensation.

“God, yes. Please don’t stop.” You swear you hear him breathlessly chuckle at your pleading, but you're too lost in your own pleasure to be sure. The unmistakable sounds of skin slapping fills the room, nearly as loud as your noises of pleasure. His cock bullies that sensitive spot inside of you, bringing you closer and closer to your peak.

“Fuck. You’re so tight for me.” Lukas’s voice is practically a growl as he speaks. You can only nod helplessly to show your understanding, too overwhelmed by sensation, too close to your climax, to muster any words. “All for me- you’re mine. You’re fucking mine.”

His words go straight to your core, a final push that makes you fall from your peak. Hard. It’s more intense than any orgasm you’ve experienced before, the pleasure white hot and blinding. Your thighs shake, back arches, eyes clamp chut, head rolls back. Lukas groans as you clench on his cock, squeezing him so hard his own head lulls back at the sensation. Your climax hits so hard you don’t even moan, just gasp and whine, letting the feeling roll over you in a wave. You aren’t sure how long you're stuck in this trance of pleasure, but when your eyes finally reopen your boyfriend isn’t far behind you.

Lukas’s thrusts have gotten erratic, pace stuttering and strength escalating as he chases his own release. He’s more vocal now, groaning and growling deep in his throat, little murmurs of praise coming from his lips. You can’t help but bite your lip at the sight. It’s not often you get to see Lukas Matsson desperate, there’s something gratifying in being the cause of his frenzy. His head is thrown back, his lips parted and panting, his Adam's apple bobbing with his heavy breaths. The entirety of his body is coated in a thin sheen of sweat, his skin hot and muscle flexing with his efforts. He’s a picture of sexuality, just the sight of him like this making your heat throb with want.

It’s only a few moments after your climax that Lukas finds his. Thrusts faltering, he pushes himself deep into your cunt, cumming inside of you with a loud moan. His spend coats your insides, hot and wet inside of you, a feeling you haven’t experienced before. The sensation causes a quiet mewl to fall from your lips, the sound making him breathlessly chuckling above you. His head falls back forward. You roll your hips against his a bit, his cock beginning to soften inside of you after his heavy release. This draws his attention back to you, a blissful smile on his face as he gazes back up at your face with heavily lidded eyes. He pumps himself inside of you lightly a few times before slowly, so slowly, pulling his cock from your body.

As soon as he’s out, you feel the warm, wet stream of your combined cum leak from your hole. It’s a strange feeling, being empty again after having been stretched so wide. But the discomfort is gone, and you feel blissed out and satisfied and closer to Lukas than ever before. The smile on your face is embarrassingly wide, blush pink on your cheeks as you gaze up at him, the two of you still quiet and catching your breaths. Lukas moves first, gently bending down to place a light kiss on your smiling mouth before speaking.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I feel really good, like, tingly all over.” You giggle, your laughter joined by his own light chuckles. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

“Like what?” His eyebrows furrow a bit in question as he moves to stand at the edge of the bed. You follow his movements, sitting up on the mattress with your legs stretched out in front of you.

“Like… an explosion.”

“I think you’re cum drunk.”

“Probably.”

He laughs again at your nonchalant tone, moving to his en suite bathroom to grab a towel for you. You take the moment of calm to raise your arms up, stretching your back and shoulders after laying for so long. You bend your legs, tucking them up against your naked body and resting your head on your knees. Lukas comes back into your view, moving to kneel at the end of the bed, his eyes level with your hips. He grabs onto an ankle, lightly tugging you towards him. You follow his nonverbal request easily, scooting to the edge on the bed with your legs once again open to give him a clear view of your cunt. His fingers move to either side of your slit, spreading your folds, a devious look on his face as he watches his creamy spend drip from your used hole.

“Hell of a creampie…” Lukas’s eyes flick up to yours, a small gasp having left your mouth at his touch to your sensitive vulva. He bites his lower lip then, cursing under his breath while he sits back a bit, shaking his head as he realizes. “Shit, I didn’t even think about protection.”

“Got too caught up in it?” There’s a small smile on your face, the expression calming his nerves. He nods in response. “It’s okay, we can Doordash Plan-B or something. Do you have that in Sweden?”

Lukas chuckles then, moving back with the towel to gently clean between your legs. The rough terrycloth of the towel drags on your sensitive clit, making your hips wriggle a bit in protest. He just smiles at your movements, continuing his work until he’s satisfied. When he moves the fabric away from you, your eyes catch on a red patch marking the white cloth.

“Did I…?” You move your feet to hang off the end of the mattress to aid you in standing just in front of Lukas. When you're comfortably standing on the floor, albeit on slightly shaky legs, you turn the upper half of your body to peer at the sheets behind you. There on the white fabric is a small blooming stain of red blood. It’s not enough to concern you, but it does cause a small blush to come to your face as you back to face Lukas, who is now standing in front of you, hands coming to anchor themselves on your hips. “Oh I messed up your sheets… I didn’t think-”

“Shh, hey it’s okay. It’s just sheets, ’s fine. You’re more important than linens.” One of his hands moves you to rub against your cheek comfortingly. You nod slowly, looking up into his eyes. There’s a gentle look on Lukas’s face, a look you only see when you two are alone. He places a kiss on your lips before speaking again. “You want to head to bed? Get some sleep?”

You pause for a second, moving your hands to trail up the skin of his back before they land on the back of his neck. You press your chest against his, the hand on your cheek moving back to grip the meat of your ass to stabilize you. “Yeah… or we could do it again?”

The rest of your vacation is spent in Lukas’s bed. Well, that’s not entirely true, it’s also spent in his pool, and on his kitchen counter, and on his couch, and against his bedroom wall, and in his tub… You’re convinced he’s trying to get you to stay, but you fly back at the end of the week as scheduled. Despite his very persuasive attempts.

After Sweden, things get better. It’s like Lukas fucked the fog out of your brain and your back to thinking clearly. You cut back your hours at the office, maintain your work-life balance a bit better, though it’s never great with Waystar. You sleep better at night, usually falling asleep on Facetime with Lukas or reading his text messages. You even schedule some time to get your hair done, a task that your split ends thank you greatly for. You’re functioning the most normally you can given the circumstances. Lukas says maybe your reset switch is in your pussy, you say maybe all the additives and preservatives in American food were finally catching up to you.

Even your status with your siblings gets better. A month or two after the initial shit show of Caroline’s wedding, Kendall reaches out to apologize to you. He tells you he’s staying sober and says he misses you, wants to see you in person, talk things through. You end up meeting at a cafe in Manhattan. Ken almost immediately tries to convince you to jump ship and join your siblings on their new project. To his credit, he understands when you decline. It’s not long after that meeting that your other siblings reach out. Roman sends a half-assed, jokey apology. Shiv doesn’t say sorry at all. But at least you have your family back.

Both your siblings and your dad are upset that you’re talking to the other side, but you stand firm in your place as a neutral party. Once again, you’re the peace keeper of the Roy family. You can’t get them to speak directly, can only make offhand comments to try and slightly influence their perceptions. It’s not much, but it makes you feel less useless at least. You’re sure your siblings won’t miss Logan’s birthday, so you hold out hope they’ll make up by then. They have a few months so it’s not impossible, stranger things have happened.

In the weeks leading up to your dad’s birthday, you visit Lukas again. You stay with him in Sweden again, this time staying only 3 days instead of a week. It’s the same blissful, honeymoon-esque vacation as your first trip. This time with even more sex, if that’s even possible. Lukas teaches you to give blowjobs, and lets you try any position you want. He’s even caring when he’s fucking you roughly, pulling your hair and swallowing your moans with his mouth. He cleans you up after every session, dries your tears and draws you a hot bath for your sore muscles. Again, he hits a reboot button in you, makes you go back to New York with a stupid grin on your face and your head filled with rainbows.

As good as Lukas makes you feel, he leaves you entirely unprepared for the firestorm that your siblings unleash on your dad’s birthday.

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Two Is Always Better Than One pt.2

Leah x Alessia

A/N: This is the “2nd” chapter of a 3 part short series I have on AO3. Thanks for all the dog name suggestions.

“LEE! LEAH! Swear I need to put a tracking device on you in this house.” Leah could hear from down the hall.

“In the study, love.” Leah was setting up their football photos throughout the room. They had been in the house for 3 weeks now. They had some custom built-ins made for the study and painted a few rooms before all their furniture and personal items were moved in. They still had a few things to unpack.

“That Martha woman got back to me!” Alessia started before she crossed the threshold. When she entered the room and saw the confusion on Leah’s face she continued. “The lady with the foster puppies the shelter told us about. Remember, the shelter we went to on Tuesday told us about those puppies that had been found by the pond in London Colney, they nicknamed them the Gooners.”

“OH YEAH!”

“Want to go meet them?”

“Right now?” Leah was still on the step ladder trying to hang an enlarged print of Alessia’s back heel goal against Sweden.

“YES! Before someone else takes the puppy that is meant to be with us!” Alessia smacked her hands against her thighs like a child that was utterly frustrated with having to explain themselves. However this was the first time they had talked about this litter of foster puppies aside from the initial mention of them at the shelter. “You promised me I could have a dog.” Alessia whined.

Leah finally got the picture on the hook in the wall and straightened before descending the small ladder. “Of course we can go see them.”

“YEAH?”

“Yes beautiful” Leah walked over and dropped a kiss to the top of Alessia’s head. “Let me just change my shirt.”

Alessia squealed. “I’ll get the keys and meet you in the car!” Then she was off down the hall, leaving Leah just standing there.

“Never again.” Leah muttered to herself.

15 minutes later they were in a village a stones throw from the training center. “These puppies are Gooners born and raised. One of them is definitely ours!” Alessia bounced in the passenger seat as Leah pulled the car over in front of a small white cottage. She had the door open before Leah even got the engine shut off. The defender could only laugh at her girlfriend's excitement. Alessia at least waited for Leah to catch up before she knocked on the door.

A few puppies could be heard yapping behind the door as well as a woman trying to calm them down. “Saka, get off of Declan. Leah! No, stop pushing Kai around. Little, get a handle on your team.”

Leah and Alessia just looked at each other. The door opened a moment later to reveal an older woman with dark hair that was graying around her face. She had her head turned back towards the dogs in the house when she first greeted the couple. “Hello, sorry for all the yapping. But trying to control 10 pups is-” She stopped mid sentence when she finally turned to face the blondes. “Bloody hell, you’re Alessia Russo and Leah Williamson.”

“That’s us!” Alessia said cherrily. “I emailed you about meeting the foster pups.”

“Really?”

Alessia glanced over at Leah for a moment. “Ah, yeah. I mean, are you Martha?”

“I am.”

“Then I do believe you were the one I was emailing with.”

“Oh. Yes, yes. Sorry. I just. You’re Alessia Russo.” The women then turned to Leah. “And your-” The woman shook her head. “Sorry, I just can’t believe that you two are standing at my door. And clearly my manners have completely left me. Come in. Please.” The woman stood back in the entryway to allow the footballers in. “I have 2 real life Gunners here to meet my Gooners.”

Leah laughed. “It would seem that way. And thank you for letting us come meet them.”

“Oh yes, of course. So, umm.” The woman pointed towards a couch in the living room. “Please have a seat there, or on the floor if you like. So yeah, I’m Martha.”

“Hello Martha. So did you say you have 10 puppies right now?” Leah asked.

“Yes. There are the 6 Gooners that were found near the pond. And then I have 4 others from a pregnant foster I took in. They were born about a week before I took the pups. Since no mother was found with the Gooners, Emilia stepped up and took the 6 in with her own. She’s in the garden right now having a bit of a break.” Martha smiled.

“I thought I heard you say a few names as you came to the door?” Alessia lowered herself onto the floor in front of the couch, which got the attention of several puppies who came bounding over to inspect the new person.

“Oh yes.” Martha chuckled. “All of the pups are named after players. So that one there is Kaka, and that’s Kai. The blonde one is Leah.”

Alessia scooped that one up first. “Well don’t you have the perfect name, pretty girl.” She cooed.

“The one with the long skinny legs is Stina. The dark one is Declan. And then,” Martha looked around the room and continued pointing and naming pups as she saw them. “There is Frida, Foxy, and Victoria.”

“I thought I heard you say Little, and that’s only 8.” Leah pointed out just as there was a crashing sound from somewhere in the house.

The older woman huffed. “That would be McCabe. And I’m sure Little is right behind her trying to get her to stop whatever mischief she has gotten herself into. I’ll be right back.” She headed out of the room.

“She can’t be serious.” Leah said quietly.

“Oh I can’t wait to tell the girls about this.” Alessia said as she rubbed the bellies of 2 of the pups.

A moment later Martha returned with a dog under each arm. A black one who was squirming in an attempt to escape, and a caramel colored one who seemed satisfied the other one had been captured. “These two, are Little and McCabe.”

“Do we need to ask which is which?” Leah chuckled.

“Your guess will be correct, I promise you.” The woman laughed as she set them both down.

McCabe shook like she had just gotten out of a bath before realizing there was someone new sitting on the floor and taking off like a tiny rocket. She barrelled through 2 other puppies before slamming into Alessia at full speed. “You are true to the namesake I see.” Alessia said as she picked the puppy up.

Little sat in the middle of the room for a moment, watching and observing all the other dogs before she seemed to decide everyone was where they should be and wandering over to Leah. She sniffed the defender's outstretched hand before sitting up on her hind legs to be picked up. “Well aren’t you a well mannered little thing.”

“She is definitely the responsible one of the bunch. We think she was the one that kept all the puppies together at the pond as she always seems to be rounding them up and checking on everyone. And then that one.” Martha pointed at McCabe. “Well her and Little are now connected at the hip because she’s always getting into something and Little is always trying to pull her back. Which is funny because McCabe is not one of the 6 Gooners.”

“Yeah, McCabe seems a bit bigger. But she’s younger, yeah?” Alessia asked.

“That’s correct. But, Little is her keeper. So much so that I’m hopeful they’ll find a home together.”

“Awe, aren’t you a sweet one.” Leah had Little on her back in her lap rubbing her chest. “Any idea what they are? Like breeds? They’re all kind of small”

“Well Emilia is part Dachshund. But she is mixed with something a bit heftier too, like a corgi maybe. And then I would guess the Gooners are Dachshund as well, but mixed with something smaller like another terrier. They have rounder snouts too.”

McCabe started getting feisty in Alessia’s lap and immediately Little rolled over from her relaxed position in Leah’s lap and jumped to the floor. She snipped lightly at McCabe’s ear causing the black pup to stop immediately.

“See. Little runs things.”

Alessia was giggling as she picked up McCabe close to her face. “At least you listen to your captain.” The puppy began squireming wildly until the footballer set her down, before taking off across the room full speed, Little hot on her heels. “Those two are adorable.” Alessia began calling over the other puppies who were happy to gain the blonde's attention.

Without a puppy in her own lap Leah pulled out her phone and began taking photos of her girlfriend with several of the pups in her lap, a bright smile on her face. She took several more photos over the next 20 minutes while Alessia rolled around on the floor with the dogs. Every so often you could hear a small bark from across the room and then McCabe would wander back to the middle of the room under Little’s watchful eye. And each time Little seemed satisfied that McCabe was going to stay with the group, the caramel colored pup sat itself at Leah’s feet.

“Kindred spirits it would seem.” Alessia said after the 3rd time.

Leah leaned down and rubbed the dog's ear, causing Little to slump over into her leg. “So it would seem.” She smiled softly.

Slowly one by one the puppies started to lose momentum and began curling up together throughout the room. Little was still settled next to Leah’s feet when McCabe came over and nudged the other dog. When she got no reaction, she crawled up into Alessia’s lap just above Little and plopped down.

Martha smiled at the footballers. “Looks like they’ve taken a liking to you.”

Alessia leaned her head back against the couch looking up at Leah. The look in her eye told Leah everything the younger woman was thinking before she even said anything. “You know, two is always better than one.”

“Is that so?” Leah smirked.

“One is so lonely.” Alessia pouted.

“I spend enough time yelling at McCabe as is.” Leah paused. “We are not keeping that name.”

“REALLY?!” Alessia squealed, waking several of the puppies. All except McCabe it seemed. “Martha, if we wanted to make these 2 ours?” She turned to the older woman.

“I would expect regular Instagram uploads to see how they are doing.” The woman smiled. “This is a private foster situation, so there really isn’t any paperwork or anything to be done if that’s what you’re asking. There are just some questions I like to ask.”

“Fire away!” Alessia hugged a sleeping McCabe to her chest.

“Do you have a fenced yard?”

“Yup! A big one! With lots of things to explore.” Alessia answered.

“Do you have a vet lined up?”

“Beth and Viv said they would give us the information for their vet. Said they highly recommend them. Especially for puppies.” Alessia played with the still sleeping dogs' ears.

“Wonderful. You two do travel. Do you have care lined up for when you are away?”

“We have several people willing to stay at the house with them.” Leah answered.

Martha took a deep breath and exhaled. “Well then. After seeing the four of you together, if you would like to take those babies home with you, I think you would be a great fit for them.”

Alessia spun around on the floor with McCabe in her arms, bright blue eyes looking at Leah. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Leah bent down and picked up the sleeping puppy at her feet. Little only opened her eyes slightly, clearly not caring about being handled. “You want to come with us and keep an eye on that little bugga for good? Hmm?”

Martha stood up. “Well then, let me get their things. They each have a toy and blanket. I’ll also give you a bag of the kibble they currently eat. You can keep them on the same brand or change it. You’ll just want to mix this one with whatever you get to help ease their body into the change. And then I have quick info care sheet.” The woman exited the room.

“Are we really taking them home Lee?”

“Yeah Lessi.”

Alessia rose up from the floor to sit on the couch next to Leah. “Thank you, Leah.” She kissed the other blonde softly. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” Leah smiled as she leaned in for another kiss. “I did promise we would get a dog when we had a home with a garden, and I keep my promises.”

“That you do.”

“Alright. Here we are.” Martha reentered the room. “These belong to Little.” She held up a gray blanket and stuffed rabbit. “And these belong to McCabe.” She held up a red blanket and. . .

“Is that a shin pad?” Leah asked with a twisted face.

“It is. I honestly have no idea where it came from. Might be an old thing that belonged to one of my boys that she pulled from a closet.” She shrugged. “But as you can see from the teeth marks, she loves it.”

“She is going to need a new name before we introduce her to any of the girls.” Leah shook her head.

“Do we? It just seems to fit so well.” Alessia whined.

Leah leveled her with a glare.

“Fine.” Alessia rolled her eyes. “Martha, do you take donations or anything to help take care of these little ones or other fosters.”

“I personally don’t. I’m fortunate enough to be able to have a few fosters at once and manage. But if you would like, please donate to the shelter that sent you my way. They’re the ones that need the most help.”

“I will do that then.” Alessia smiled. “Alright McCabe. Are you ready to go see your new home? How about you, Little?” She scratched behind the ear of the pup in Leah’s lap before standing up with McCabe in her arms. Leah followed suit with Little in her arms.

Martha handed the items for each puppy to the footballer that was holding them. She leaned in and placed a kiss on top of each dog's head. “You behave.” She said to McCabe. “And keep her out of trouble.” She said to Little. “Right. I’ll get the door.”

Leah and Alessia followed Martha to the door. “Thank you so much Martha. It was a pleasure meeting you. And we’ll be sure to post plenty of pictures to keep you updated.” Alessia started.

“Yes, thank you very much.” Leah echoed.

“I can’t wait to see the official announcement with the names you pick.” Martha opened the door. “It was lovely meeting you both. Take care.” She remained on the porch and waved as the couple drove away.

On the way home, they made a stop at the pet shop for essential supplies. Mostly. They got a playpen to help contain the pups in the kitchen, or outside until they were a bit bigger, pee pads, puppy training treats, collars, harnesses and leads, and half the toy aisle. Alessia wanted to let the dogs have anything they picked. So every single toy that McCabe picked up and thrashed about went into the trolly. Little had picked up a single toy and carried it throughout the entire shop and car park as she sat in the trolly.

“We should have got that carrier that holds the dog to your chest like a baby.” Leah said as she held tightly to a wiggling puppy. “McCabe, seriously.”

“Here.” Alessia grabbed one of the toys they had purchased and handed it to Leah, which was swiftly snatched by the black pup who began thrashing in the defender's arms. “Calm down Stitch.”

Leah stopped walking. Alessia stopped the trolly a few steps later, turning back to her girlfriend. “What?” The striker asked over her shoulder.

“McCabe is Stitch. And Little is Lilo.” Leah looked at each pup as she said the names.

Alessia looked between the dogs and Leah. “Oh my gawd, Le! They are!” She scooped the caramel colored puppy out of the trolly. “What do you think Little? Hmm? I think Lilo would be a perfect name for you. And she.” She turned towards Leah and the other pup. “Is definitely Stitch.” Alessia took a few steps to Leah. “Lilo and Stitch, yeah?”

“Lilo and Stitch.”

Alessia gave Leah a quick kiss. “Come on. Let’s get the car loaded.”

The couple continued through the car park and loaded their items into the boot. Each pup still holding on to a toy. When they were settled into their seats, Alessia pulled out her phone. “Hold Stitch for a sec, Le. I want to send a pic to the girls.”

StarGirl23: jpeg.

StarGirl23: Anyone want to come over and meet Lilo and Stitch?

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bambibrowneyes · 6 months

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To all my beautiful friends in Arkansas, in Florida, in NYC, in England, in Sweden and in Australia and all over everywhere- thank you from my heart and soul for everything you have done for me these past 6 months. It’s been that long since Shelby passed. All of you have loved me and kept me going and helped me move my feet one step at a time one day at a time one hour at a time. Tomorrow I start a new chapter in my life, a huge life chapter. I just want to make Shelby and all of you proud. I do. And I still pray, and I thank my higher power every day for all of you in my life, for your forgiveness, for your love and understanding, for your wisdom and for not giving up on me. Thank all of you for who you are and for being in my life. I love you all.

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wannaeatramyeon · 11 months

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Gun Park x Reader: this is our place (we make the rules)

Good manners cost nothing.

Certaining when you barely had a few wons to your name, that was all you could afford. And your pride.

So just because your neighbour essentially said ‘leave me alone, have a nice life’, he still did you a favour.

That you owe him for.

Love thy neighbour and all that.

Gun Park’s home is not homely by any stretch of the imagination.

All black and white and grey, nearly industrial in taste with wooden accents. Straight lines and sharp edges softened by nature’s hues.

Very few furnishings adorn his apartment, minimal and just shy of clinical. Anything that has a place is the best of the best, luxurious and with an exorbitant price tag to match.

Handcrafted bed from Sweden, which apart from Gun’s, has not experienced the same body twice.

Imported italian coffee machine, used only with beans from Kenya. Drink of choice: 2 shots of espresso, taken as is.

Never-used cooking appliances, still brand new and silver and top of the range.

L-shaped sectional sofa from one of the hottest designers in South Korea, selected and praised by HNH’s own Interior Designer with words that held no interest to Gun.

An obscenely huge bathtub in the corner of a spacious bathroom and facing a breathtaking view. A shower with a rainfall head amongst other sprays and nozzles. Both having washed away a lifetime (and then some)of dirt and grime and blood.

Enough space for a personal home gym in one room (even if the building does include a gym and pool for communal use), and a walk-in wardrobe the size of most other pads in Gangnam.

He’s not much for sentiment, just a couple of more meaningful trinkets here or there. Reminders of Japan and souvenirs from his victims.

Most surprising of all, in a lone forgotten corner, outlined against the impressive, sprawling cityscape and where the best sun spot should be, sits a plant.

Given to him by Goo Kim as a joke for housewarming, “Let’s see how well you can keep something alive”.

Gun’s first urge was to throw it back in his face. Though. The idea of keeping something living intrigued him. A little challenge.

Healthy and vibrant and green with long spiky leaves when it was thrusted into Gun’s hands.

It didn’t hold his attention for long.

Kept alive in the early days by the cleaner, before Gun realised he hated the idea of someone touching his things and being in his space.

Now a sad, neglected eyesore. Shrivelled and brown and hanging on for dear life. Lucky to get a few squirts of water once a month; momentary rejuvenation until it is left to wither again.

And lastly.

Hidden in the cabinet below the huge TV, regularly rotated out for the latest model, lives a few gaming consoles.

...Because Gun is still a young bachelor after all. He isn’t completely immune from the psychological thrills of video games.

Minimal as it is, and busy as Gun is - it’s still his home.

A sanctuary full of things he has collated and deemed worthy enough to be in his life that he makes sure to regularly return to.

Today, he’s ready for a weekend of nothing. No doubt his leg will bounce and get twitchy after a few hours, but the last few weeks of being on the go with the Four Crews has taken a toll.

Not to mention the hijinks with his neighbour yesterday. Someone that looks like they don’t belong in this district, nevermind in the building.

Yet you knocked on his door.

On Shiro Oni’s door.

Exuding a quiet confidence even as your body betrayed your nerves. Even as two spots of pink appeared on your cheeks once you took in the full view of Gun Park.

Most fascinating of all is that you saw his eyes, treated it as an everyday occurrence, and did not hesitate or flinch.

Huh.

You ring the doorbell again.

At first, you thought this was an excellent idea.

But now, as you wait (seriously, what is Gun doing in there), you’re feeling more and more foolish.

Tupperwares of homemade kimchi stew, and kimchi sits in the crook of your elbow.

Because when someone has enough money to drown in, and obviously someone living in this building should have, then there’s nothing like a homemade touch.

Here he comes.

The footsteps don’t sound irritable today. Thank the heavens. Maybe antsy, a little too quick footed to be relaxed.

The door is flung open, and your neighbour greets you.

Ok, his footsteps didn’t sound irritable but his face certainly is.

And how does this guy have this effect on you?

Your throat dries up as you notice his hair flopping over one eye, no longer messy after a full day of what must be work, instead likely just leftover from his bedhead.

(Bed. Head. your horrid nasty brain repeats as you think about his BED.)

The linen shirt and pants. Chest bared, pretty collar bones on show and teasing the outline of hard pecs.

Relaxed mode, weekend mode.

Sleeves again rolled up and highlighting the tattoos and faint veins protruding on his forearms.

Seriously, did this guy choose the tattoo placement just to highlight his muscular forearms? Fuck him, it absolutely works.

Gun crosses them, leaning against his open door and observing you. His face, previously not bothering to hide his annoyance at being interrupted by you once again, only shows amusement. Amused to see how hard you are ogling him. It’s not new, though many don’t make it this blatantly obvious.

“Morning,” You hear your voice cracking and clear your throat. “Here.”

You hold out your tupperware boxes.

No hands receive them. They just hang there, in the air between you both.

Gun doesn’t move, continuing to look at you with a hint of a smile and an arched brow.

“It’s thanks. For yesterday.” You give the boxes a little shake. Why the hell can’t this guy just take it.

“No.” is all he gives, retreating back and closing the door.

Your foot darts out, jamming itself into the gap just before it shuts.

“Just take it,” you try to shoulder your way in a little, "it’s for you.”

“I’ve broken people’s necks for less. Move your foot.”

“Just take it,” you repeat again, “then I don’t owe you anything. We’re even.”

Gun considers this.

He didn’t think you owed him anything for yesterday, but you obviously did. It was a quick job in exchange for a peaceful evening, not out of the goodness of his heart.

If this right now is what it takes to get you out of his hair-

“I promise I’ll leave you alone,” comes your voice.

And out of his life forever. Fine.

Gun relents, stepping back as you stagger forward and into his domain.

You hold out the boxes, avoiding his gaze, face bright red at how much of an idiot you feel and what a fuss this has turned out to be.

He finally takes them, once again fingers grazing yours. “Thanks.”

Your eyes meet his as that singular word catches you off balance. You didn’t think it existed in his vocabulary.

“Now get out.”

Ah, that’s more like it.

#lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #lookism manhwa #lookism fanfic #lookism fics #gun park #park jonggun #gun park x reader #park jonggun x reader #wannaeatramyeon

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Young Royals fanfic recommendations, again

Like because, love despite | chaptered | completed | by cali-chan (girls_are_weird) / @girls-are-weird

Simon let out a huff. "For our plan! Remember? To get Englund and August to do business together so we can get them to cut us some slack?"

Wille frowned, confused. "Wait, I thought that was a joke."

"It was," Simon conceded. But then he leaned closer, conspiratorially, and lowered his voice, making Wille's traitor heart start nearly beating its way out of his chest. "But... what if it wasn't?" he asked, pronouncing the words very slowly.

Wilhelm and Simon are a pair of overworked, underpaid assistants who team up to gain their supervisors' favor by bringing them together for a joint venture. It might be the best worst idea they've ever had.

Based on the movie Set It Up, which I haven’t seen, but damn. What a good and fun AU! I had a lot of joy reading it as a wip but I’m excited to do a binge reread soon. If you love romcoms, this is for you.

The umbrella | chaptered | completed | by gulliblelemon / @gulliblelemon

Simon’s head snapped up and he looked behind him.

“Oh my God,” Simon muttered.

Wilhelm strode towards him and shook his head slightly. He stopped when he was a few paces from him.

“Hi,” he said, an incredulous look still on his face.

Meeting the Crown Prince once was weird, twice had been just bizarre, but three times?

A University AU in which Simon and Wilhelm meet by accident when Simon is working in Bjärstad and Wilhelm is a student. They continue to bump into each other until they start to form a tentative friendship.

This was a fun one based on an interesting premise. I liked how the relationship developed, and I also really liked the friendships.

Fuck the monarchy | chaptered | completed | by itsme_hi_imtheproblem / @iwouldnevergetintofanfic

Simon and Wille get stuck with each other when they both intern at the riksdag.

Wille is intent to just get this dreaded thing over with. Simon can't believe he of all people has to work not only with an old conservative but with the literal prince.

Both are surprised by the inexplicable and inevitable pull they feel towards each other.

Hot and sweet and interesting. I loved to watch their relationship grow. Their banter was on point and it was a real treat to read.

Obviously | chaptered | completed | by grapehyasynth / @grapehyasynth

In their final year of secondary school, Simon and Wille find themselves entering a potent, secret relationship that threatens to upend both their lives. It can't last, but neither can they stop being a part of each other's lives. Over the next few years, even as everything around them changes, even as they hurt and lose each other, they keep finding themselves drawn together.

Normal People AU

Obviously. No but seriously. This story broke me and then repaired me. I’ve never read/watched the source material but this AU is insane.

The Prince And The Popstar - Fuck The Monarchy And Other Hits | chaptered | completed | by @pagegirlintraining and @the-amber-fox

International superstar and chaos gay Simon Eriksson is more than surprised to find none other than Prince Wilhelm of Sweden in the audience at one of his concerts. Especially after he’s slandered the monarchy more than once in his songs (Fuck the monarchy - the album) and online (in excessively long burn threads).

His next decision brings together what shouldn’t fit. Can they overcome the forces trying to push them apart? Can their young love surmount the rising pressure?

What can I say other than this was delightful and made me feel all of the emotions? There’s many things I can say, I’d the answer. It was fun and had cliffhangers and I loved every part of it. Even the pain.

Other recs: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

#young royals #wilmon #yr fanfic rec list #queue

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young royals fic throwback, 6/?

i'm (slowly) working my way through the wilmon tag on ao3 (i've made it to january 2022!) and thought that as i go i might shout out some older fics i enjoy along the way! hoping to do a post a week! i've tagged writers when i knew their tumblr handle but please let me know if you know the others!

and they were roommates by @toffeelemon - Simon doesn’t know how exactly he became the biggest walking cliché and developed a super gay crush on his probably straight roommate, especially when said roommate happens to be the Prince of Sweden, but here he is.

Perhaps One Day (it will be a joy to remember even this) by @waroftheposes - On Saturday morning, Simon's carefully constructed wall crashes down. Just one text from Wille, and everything Simon has worked toward (the smiles, the laughter, the telling his family he's ok) is gone.

Better Than a Fantasy by @bishoprose - Simon attends an event with Wilhelm but they can't seem to stay apart for too long, so kissing in hidden hallways it is.

no rule by crownofplanets - Wilhelm and Simon go out into the lake for some privacy, and Wilhelm reaches a realization.

Gentle hands and soft gazes by @lovelierbitsoflife - A recount of one of our most beloved scenes, the beginning of episode 5, the morning after. Wilhelm and Simon's playful wrestle followed by some hanky-panky business.

space buns and a smile by roseable - Countries don't expect their princes to actually have interests. And Sweden definitely didn’t expect their youngest prince to be die hard fanboy for a certain Venezuelan-Swedish pop star.

Wille on the table (alternative chapter) by @piebingo - “Wille on the table! Wille on the table!” As they banged their fists on the table, Wille looked at Simon. They had been talking about going public soon and they had agreed, along with PR, that the first step could be to tell people at Hillerska.

Hating you is easy by Ly_ons - Wilhelm doesn't exactly have a plan, but he knows he has to win Simon back somehow.

#young royals #yr fic rec

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Oh heyyy. Chapter 5 of dont you go is here after 86 million years :)) read on A03 or below! Dont forger to reblog and like!

In the morning Amaryllis snuck away to shower and get changed. She ended up helping Aether and Ifrit with breakfast as Dew made coffee and tea. Soon enough the rest of the pack came tumbling into the kitchen. Amara was greeting by Mountain as the giant wrapped his arms around their waist and pulled them close to his body so he could nuzzle at her neck.

“Ew gross. Affection.” Dew teased, lightly bumping the pair with his tail.

“Dew shut the hell up. We all know you like cuddling.” Sunshine said, pointing a fork full of bacon towards the resident gremlin. Dew grinned and snatched a piece, popping it into his mouth as he sat down.

“I'm allowed to cuddle and be cute. Have you seen me? My face is fucking adorable.” Dewdrop retorted. Amara huffed as she sat down, Mountain next to her as the giant looked content even if he was a bit dazed and had a face full of lipstick marks all over his cheek.

“You’re adorable when you’re not speaking and saying Ew affection.” Amara teased. Dew stuck his tongue out at the blue haired ghoulette and she flipped him off. As Aether walked in and sat down, Dew dramatically draped himself over the quint and exhaled loudly.

“Aether! My favorite quinny. Sunshine and Amaryllis are bullying me! Can you believe it!” Dew exclaimed. Aether chuckled and rolled his eyes.

“Yes I can believe it. You probably deserve it.” Aether snorted out. Dew groaned and sat dramatically on the chair next to Aether.

“I'm reporting you to Alpha for being dicks!” Dew yelled, snatching some more food.

“I have immunity. Alpha’s my dad.” Amara giggled out, stealing a piece of fruit from Mountain’s plate. Her partner playfully tugged on her hair for the stolen fruit as Dew face planted on the table.

“I hate it here.” Dew mumbled. Aether gave him a sympathetic pat.

“Poor you. Would you like a blowjob for your troubles?” Aether asked. Dew perked up immediately and nodded, tail wagging happily.

“Yes cmon. Sorry we're leaving you losers.” Dew chirped and dragged Aether away. The table chuckled and finished breakfast; Amaryllis and Mountain were doing the dishes when Mountain asked if Amaryllis wanted to go out on a date tonight.

“Of course! I’d love to!” Amara exclaimed. Mountain grinned, he was excited to finally be able to have alone time with Amaryllis.

“Great, 6 tonight? Wear something warm yet cute.” Mountain directed, pulling her into a quick kiss. Amaryllis giggled, excited to spend time with her earth ghoul. Sunshine and Cirrus said they’d help her with clothes and make up after their chores were done. Amara nodded, scampering off to go help Primo with some things and then Copia with some things as well.

Primo let her take some flowers, laughing to himself when Mountain would later come in to help and ask for flowers as well.

“Ghouls in love... They remind me of my Rosie. Oh how I miss her..” Primo whispered to himself, watching the tall ghoul taking his time to pick out the perfect flowers. Finally, it was time to get ready for everything. Cumulus had picked out a cute pair of ripped jeans and a sparkly black crop.

“That way, if you get cold Mountain will offer his sweater since we know that ghoul always wears one.” Cumulus giggled, curling Amaryllis’ hair.

“You have a point Cu,” Amara chirped out, closing her eyes as Sunshine finished her makeup.

“Alright Tigerlily. All done! You better rock his pants off tonight.” Sunshine exclaimed. Amaryllis blushed and ducked her head down.

“I'll try.” The fire ghoulette replied shyly. She grabbed the flowers from where she set them in a vase as she heard someone knocking on the door. Amaryllis excitedly opened it to see Mountain leaning against the doorway with her favorite flowers in hand and dressed casually but still nicely. Seeing as they both had each other’s favorite flowers they both laughed and Mountain ducked down to kiss Amara on the lips.

“I see we had the same idea of getting flowers from Primo.” Mountain teased as they made their way out of the dens.

“We did. Great minds think alike! Where are we going tonight by the way?” Amaryllis asked, swinging their conjoined hands lightly. Mountain let out a small hum before responding with “It’s a surprise my darling flower.” causing Amaryllis to pout.

“Oh c'mon! The worst!” She laughed. Amaryllis couldn’t wait to see what Mountain had planned.

#the band ghost #dewdrop ghoul #mountain ghoul #nameless ghouls #aether ghoul #the band ghost fanfiction #amaryllis ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette

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06 - Made Of Something New : Sweden

Summary : you meet niall in your hotel bar. and there’s an intense connection.

previous part /// jump to pt. 1

TW : smut, choking, pussy spanking, slight dom/sub dynamics, sub reader & sub niall, cheating (not on you, but none the less)

Word Count : 6.5k

Series Masterlist

A/N : i’m so sorry this is a few days later than promised !! this chapter is almost purely smut, i hope it makes up for it ✌️

GIF : @horansqueen

February 13 - Stockholm, Sweden

*ding

*ding *ding

*ding

“fuck,” you mutter to yourself, reaching for your phone. 4 messages from niall. that was strange, you thought to yourself. he’d never been the one to message you first.

hey petal

this is probably weird, but i saw that you were in sweden

how long are you going to be there ?

actually, when do you finish work ? and do you have time to meet up before your flight ?

you read over his messages, smiling to yourself. you had no idea he was in sweden, last he had posted, he was in the uk. he had been there since christmas break actually.

hi niall, are you in the country ? i have a flight out on the 14th. i finish work in the afternoon, the day before. will you still be here by then ? - x

i’ll be there xx

that’s all you got. that, and later he had sent you a hotel name, telling you he’d confirm the room number once he got there.

and that’s where you find yourself now, walking down the long hallway to room 213.

you didn’t know what it was exactly. whether it was niall reaching out first. whether it was the vagueness of his messages. whether it was just a weird vibe you were able to pick up from him. but something felt different this time.

it’s been just under 3 months since italy. honestly you had missed niall terribly. he had spent the last few months at home, the holidays and all that. and now that his tour is done, he’s back to writing. so all in all, your arrangement seems to work quite nicely when you’re both traveling.

but when you’re the only one catching flights, and none of them are landing in the uk, the arrangement kind of sucks. it’s hard to meet up. you wonder if niall can feel that too. if he can feel the longing that’s been clawing at your chest. in the last 6 months, you’d only seen each other twice.

in theory, that should help with the pit in your stomach. the longer you go without each other, the more you get used to being apart. but that was the furthest thing from your reality at the moment. the longer you spend away from each other, the more sluggish you seem.

you spent your time wondering if he was okay. you remember a sort of heaviness in niall last time. you hope the break over the holidays has put the pep back into him. in your opinion, he’s severely over worked. you could never imagine being on the road, working, for basically the entire year. you’d rather do your head in.

you find yourself knocking at the door, hearing a shuffling coming from the other side, as niall gets closer. then there’s a click, and the door is swinging open.

and well no, the break doesn’t seem to have done him any good. his eyes are somehow heavier, a slight gloom that didn’t seem to be there when you first met him.

“niall,” you murmur, smiling at him, as his arms quickly wind around your waist, pulling you into a hug, the door shutting behind you.

his face is quickly buried in your neck, breathing you in, arms squeezed tightly around you, “missed you so much, petal.”

you can hear the exhaustion in his voice. but in the last 30 seconds, you’ve also, thankfully, watched his shoulders relax, his body un-tensing.

niall’s teeth grip lightly into the oh so familiar chain around your neck, pulling away from you slowly, letting the necklace fall against your chest. his fingers dart out, running over the tiny intricate flower, “wearing this for me ?”

“for you ?” you question, your eyebrows furrowing as you look at him. “i haven’t taken it off since you put it on me.”

niall’s breath catches in his throat, because really ? you can’t be serious. he hasn’t seen anyone, never take off a piece of jewelry. even his mam used to take her wedding ring off to shower.

he squeezes his eyes shut, not able to let himself think too much on anything. he’ll just depress himself more, and this is supposed to be a happy weekend. he pulls you to him, his lips crashing against yours in a needy kiss.

you wrap your arms around niall’s neck, getting on your tiptoes to reach better, kissing him back like your life depended on it. you were both relieved and saddened, seeing him. relieved because fuck, here he is. it’s been so fuckin long and here he is. but sad because you know he’s sad. you know something’s wrong. you want to help.

but that entire thought process seems to have disappeared in an instant as you felt his mouth on yours. he had a way of doing that for you. everything disappeared when you were with niall. you love it. and you can’t imagine how much more amazing that must feel for him.

“want you, niall,” you whisper against his lips, one hand gripping into his hair. “please, v’missed you so much.”

niall groans, fingers digging hard into the swell of your ass, “haven’t even seen the room yet,” he hums, mouth still attached to yours.

“later,” you whine softly, hips rolling against his. “formalities later, want you.”

“needy today,” niall bites into your lip, his hands roaming down to your thighs, picking you up and heading towards the bed.

“mhmm,” you hum, pulling away from his mouth to look at him. “wanna feel you again. s’been way too long.”

niall nods, biting his lip, “i did good then ?” he asks, laying you down on the bed, crawling over you.

“what do you mean ?” you ask softly, hands reaching up to rub over his chest, feeling his muscles twitch under your touch.

“i um-“ niall closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. “i was in the uk this morning. i was so fuckin sick of waiting for us to be in the same city.”

he wasn’t planning on telling you that. this is not part of the agreement, he knows that. this is him being way more selfish than he has been. than he ever planned on being. but he needed you. he needed you so fucking badly, what else was he supposed to do ?

“wait, what ?” you look up at him, eyes locking on his to take this in, because is he really implying what you think he’s implying ?

“i’m only in sweden for you,” he whispers. “please don’t be mad. i know this isn’t what we said we’d do. i just fuckin needed you, petal,” he adds quietly, his lips connecting with yours before you even have time to process what he said, let alone reply to it.

your head is swimming. how could you ever be mad ? someone flew out of their country to come see you for just one day ? fuck the agreement from vancouver, what is going on, that made him need to see you so badly ?

you manage to pull away from his attack on your mouth, cupping his cheek, “i could never be mad at you niall. i’m here for you, when you need me. within reason, obviously,” you giggle lightly. “do you wanna talk about what’s wrong ?”

he shakes his head, no, niall’s nose softly gliding against yours, “wanna feel you. remember what we said in italy, petal ?”

and fuck how could you forget. after niall had finished fucking you into oblivion on the counter, he sat with you, asking if the random turn of dominance, and roughness was okay. granted that’s usually a conversation for before, but he trusts that you’d tell him to stop. also trusts that you know he would stop, in a heartbeat, if anything wasn’t good for you.

but when you said that you loved it, actually had a bit of a pain kink, and bondage was your absolute favourite thing, niall’s mind started reeling.

he admitted how good it felt, taking out his agressions, his sadness, his exhaustion. and well, you were more than happy to oblige.

you find yourself nodding, smiling at him, “would that feel good today ?”

“think so,” he groans, leaning back down to kiss your neck. one hand runs down your arm, gripping your hand and placing it above your head. “i’ve got that red sash again, can i use it ?” niall asks, slightly out of breath just thinking about you tied up for him again.

you whimper, hips bucking up into his, “please, loved it so much.”

“fuckin whimpering already,” niall groans, loving how deep into it you always seem to be, basking in the effect he has on you. “should have bought you dog tags instead of a rose.”

you bite your lip, blushing, unable to hold back the giggle, as niall jumps off the bed, going through his bag, coming back to you with the piece of satin fabric. he’s quick at getting your shirt off, your bra following along, both pieces of clothing piling up on the floor.

he gently takes both your hands, tying your first wrist tightly, but not enough to full on hurt, linking the satin through the headboard, tying up your other wrist just the same. “s’this okay ?” niall asks softly, leaving a series of soft kisses along your arm.

you give a tentative tug, a shot of warmth making your centre throb, as you feel the resistance of the fabric. “good,” you nod breathily, a look of pure bliss taking over your features.

“really weren’t kidding when you said you love being tied up, hmm ?” he asks, fingertips dancing over your skin, trailing over your chest, swiping over the swell of your breasts.

a shudder works its way through your body, feelings on overdrive from the moment you lost use of your hands.

niall quickly shimmies you out of your pants and underwear, his eyes making contact with your bare cunt.

a groan works its way from deep in his throat, as his hands grip into your inner thighs, prying them open, to see you absolutely drenched.

his brain barely has time to catch up, before he’s laying flat on his stomach, mouth snogging your sopping pussy.

you moan loudly, hands tugging hard on the sash, legs automatically trying to close on his head, niall’s hands dug into your thighs incredibly hard to keep you open for him, “f-fuck ni- shit.”

“fuckin love your cunt so much,” he groans, mouth pressed against your folds, licking all over with no rhythm, so lost in you. “taste so fuckin good pup, best cunt ever,” he mumbles.

niall’s tongue quickly delves deep inside you, lapping at your inner walls, nose pressed up tight against your clit, devouring you as if he was never going to see you again.

you were moaning loudly, your body on fire, hands tugging harder and harder against your restraints. your hips start bucking against his face, goosebumps erupting over your skin, head rolling back against the bed.

his tongue laps up at your clit, sucking it into his mouth, groaning around it. the vibration against your bundle of nerves, shot through your spine, an all encompassing warmth making its way down to your toes and out to your fingertips.

you could feel yourself dripping down to your bum, onto the mattress, surely mixed with a good amount of niall’s saliva. your brain felt foggy, the attack on your heat happening so quickly, you barely had time to catch up.

niall knew your orgasm was coming, could feel you throbbing over his tongue, so he switches over to quick flicks from your entrance to your clit, looking up as your body seizes up, your high ripping through you.

“fuck, fuck, niall,” you groan out, gasping for air, your legs trembling, as he doesn’t stop. “ni,” you whimper, your clit feeling incredibly sensitive.

he shakes his head, mouth still attached to your pussy, not giving you a break, “give me another one pup, c’mon,” he groans, his tongue delving right back into you. “taste so fuckin good, can’t stop. you’re so fuckin good,” he murmurs the last part, mouth sucking over your folds.

you were seeing stars, skin prickling, your wrists raw from all the tugging you’ve been doing. you were gasping for air, back arching off the bed, toes curling, as your face rolled to tuck itself into your arm. everything was on overdrive and your body wasn’t sure how to react.

but niall didn’t let up, kept sucking, licking, nipping, until he could feel another orgasm on the way. until he could feel you clenching around his tongue. “s’it, fuck, you can do it, puppy.”

you whine loudly, your second orgasm of the night washing over you, hips rising off the bed, niall’s mouth quick to follow you.

as you come down from your high, niall slows down with you, pecking softly against your outer lips and inner thighs. his hands take the opportunity to roam over your hips and thighs, hearing him murmur, “so good. such a fuckin good girl for me. so lucky to have you.”

he watches you catch your breath, getting up on his elbows to kiss over your tummy, “feeling good ?”

“mhmm,” you hum breathily. you were in a blissful post orgasm haze, your cunt throbbing, thoroughly enjoying all the soft pecks from niall’s lips, leaving a trail of sticky wetness he’s collected from your centre.

niall lifts himself a bit more, catching a glimpse of your sopping, abused pussy, biting his lip, as he now stares, absolutely mesmerized.

“let me just- let me clean you up,” he groans, his tongue taking one long stripe against your slit, collecting any bit of arousal.

the touch made your hips jump, shying away from him, already so overstimulated.

“mmh- dont,” niall moans, mouth following you as he laps up a few more long strokes. he can feel himself getting lost in you again, his fingers digging into your hips to keep you in place.

“niall,” you whimper, your body shaking, arms tugging impossibly harder to try and free your hands. your breath gets caught in your throat, eyes rolling back as you feel him dip a finger inside you.

“one more pup, please. can’t fuckin get enough,” he groans against you, a second finger joining the first. he’s quick to find the spongey spot inside you, fingertips rubbing hard, as your clit gets sucked harshly into his mouth, tongue flicking quickly.

you moan out loudly, your third orgasm creeping up on you faster than you could even see it coming. you’re sure you blacked out momentarily, the high so incredibly overwhelming.

niall pulls his fingers away, tongue taking one last languid stroke, pulling away from your abused cunt, reaching up to untie the sash, lips crashing onto yours.

your hands are quick to find their familiar spot in his hair, your body rolling into his, as you kiss him back just as needily.

“are you okay ?” he whispers quietly against your mouth, nose rubbing against yours.

“don’t think i could feel better right now,” you giggle breathily, one hand cupping his jaw, noticing the bruises in your wrists.

niall notices as well, taking your arms in his hands, trailing soft kisses over your bruised skin, “sure you’re okay ? fuck, that looks painful. m’sorry pet, was so lost in it, wasn’t thinking.”

“niall,” you coo, to get his attention. “m’fine. really. it doesn’t hurt that bad. i honestly feel fuckin amazing right now.”

he involuntarily rolls his hips into yours, groaning, as he suddenly realizes that he’s painfully hard, and still wearing all of his clothes.

his lips slot with yours again, tongue quick to enter your mouth, groaning again, needing some relief for himself. niall rolls over you, his knee pressing itself between your legs.

his mouth sucks some kisses down from your chin, following your jaw to your neck, “too spent for a good dicking ?”

you giggle breathily, humming, “never.”

“that’s my girl,” niall murmurs, pulling away from your neck to finally pull his shirt off.

your hands immediately place themselves on his skin, roaming over his chest and stomach, watching his muscles twitching under your touch.

you’d missed him so much. it worried you. with every passing opportunity that you get to see him, you feel more complete. there was something about niall that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

since you met him, 9 months ago now, your friends had introduced you to some men that they assured were perfect for you. but the more you talked to them, the more you longed for an irish accent. the more you missed those deep blue eyes. the more you yearned for soft hands with calloused fingers to grip into your skin. the more you wished they were niall.

he had ruined you for anyone else, and a part of you was okay with that, but 3 months without him was absolute torture. it all seemed to really hit you when your hands properly collided with his skin. you’re not sure you want anyone else. ever.

your hands glide over him, fingers flicking over his nipples from time to time, watching him shuffle out of his pants and boxers. niall’s hands find yours, pulling you into a sitting position, lips pecking yours quickly. he keeps pulling you forward until your face is pressed down into the mattress towards the end of the bed, bum high in the air.

niall crawls on his knees until he’s behind you, hands gripping into your ass, eyes watching your cunt, “you’re still fuckin soaked.”

you bite your lip to hold down a moan, a bit embarrassed by the effect he has on you. how saying any little thing gets you completely riled up.

without being able to see, you feel the tip of niall’s cock, as he rubs himself through your slit, collecting your arousal.

you moan softly, relaxing into the mattress, his member slowly breaching your entrance. he rocks his hips slowly, small thrusts working himself in and out of you, until he’s fully settled.

you wiggle your hips slightly, his cock sitting deep inside you, your eyes fluttering shut at the fullness. his hands hold onto your hips tightly, pulling almost all the way out, thrusting back into you roughly.

the whimper gets caught in your throat, hands digging into the mattress below you, niall doing it again, and again.

the driving force of niall’s hips have him buzzing. his head tipped back on his shoulders, grunts and breathy moans leaving his red bitten lips, “cunt takes me so well. fuckin made for me weren’t you ? little pup made to take my cock. gotta see how good you look taking it.”

as the words leave his mouth, niall’s fingers wind themselves into your hair, tugging hard until your back is pressed to his chest, prick still buried deep inside you.

his arms quickly wind themselves around your body to hold you up, nose rubbing up against your shoulder to your neck, “open your eyes.”

you blink your eyes open, pupils falling on the mirror hanging above the dresser on the opposite wall from the bed. as soon as your eyes lock with your reflection, you bite into your lip, head lulling back onto niall’s shoulder.

“want you to look,” niall groans, his hand wrapping around your neck, giving a tentative squeeze, making your eyes snap open. “want you to see how fuckin beautiful you are when you take me.”

you whimper, a tremble running through your body as you struggle to keep your eyes open. niall’s cock was rutting against your sweet spot, your pussy already so overstimulated from your 3 previous orgasms.

your eyes start to close again, niall landing a hard smack right on your clit, “what did i fuckin say ?”

you moan loudly, eyes blinking open again, doing your best to watch. your staring at niall’s cock delving in and out of you, watching your arousal run down his cock to his balls, watching your legs start to tremble.

one of your hands winds its way back into niall’s hair, your face turning into his neck to kiss his skin, chest heaving for breath, looking to anchor yourself to him in some way.

but niall’s hand is quick to collide with your clit again, his other hand grasping your nipple, twisting it. a gasp leaves your chest, as your head lurches forward to look at your reflection again.

your entire body was trembling now, the heat in your stomach building incredibly fast, “niall,” you whimper, locking eyes with his through the mirror, “need to cum niall, please.”

“gonna fuckin watch ?” he asks, gently tapping against your clit, his thrusts getting harder and sloppier, his orgasm right around the corner as well.

“promise. fuck, promise. please can i cum ?” you whine, your cunt already starting to clench on him, struggling to hold back.

“cum for me,” niall grunts into your ear, as his hand winds its way around your throat again, squeezing tightly, your pussy gripping onto his prick like a vice.

your eyes are locked in the mirror, a wave of extra heat coursing through you, watching as your centre gushes onto the bed below. niall moans loudly, face tucked into your neck, his high hitting hard, “fuckin look at you. soaking my cock, christ, you’re such a good girl.”

you can feel how full you’re becoming as niall spurts ribbon after ribbon of hot cum. your entire body is a shaking mess, leaned heavily on him for support as you work at catching your breath.

niall slowly pulls out of you, a whimper leaving your lips, as your cunt clenches on nothing, small dribble of cum leaking down your thighs. he helps you lay down comfortably on the bed, joining you in a cuddle.

“think i’ve said it before,” niall mutters, lips pressing over any bit of your skin he can reach. “but, that was seriously the best.”

you giggle, cuddling up into him more, “didn’t know getting my pussy spanked would become one of my favourite things.”

niall groans at that, his lips reaching yours in a seething kiss, “didn’t know i’d love doing it so much. fuck petal, you look so good taking it.”

“did it work ?” you ask quietly, mouth ghosting his, as your hands roam soothingly over his skin, the look of confusion on his features making you go on, “like, did it help ? to use me like that. do you feel better ?”

honestly, niall had completely forgotten everything that was tearing at his insides. he feels light, airy, bubbly even. no lingering trace of heaviness in his head, on his heart.

the only weight he feels at the moment is in his chest. and it’s not a bad one this time. it’s like the moment you realize you have something so good. so precious. and it feels like you’re the luckiest person on the planet to have found it. you’ll do everything in your power to protect it. to keep it safe.

“you have no idea the kind of power you have over me,” he whispers, his hand cupping your jaw as he speaks. “you’re fuckin intoxicating to me. like the most powerful drug i’ve ever encountered. you somehow take every bad thing away from me, i feel like i owe you so much.”

you shake your head, hands massaging his shoulders, “listen to me,” you hum with conviction. “you dont ever owe me anything. i dont think you realize it, but you do it for me too. and knowing that i can make someone feel so good, is absolutely enough for me.”

“i’m honestly the luckiest lad on the planet. people should be fuckin throwing themselves at you,” he chuckles, shaking his head, as he takes a deep breath. “on that note,” he adds, “should probably clean you up yeah ? must be leaking so much. then maybe we can eat ? i’m starving.”

you laugh, nodding your head, as niall, your niall, the one you’ve known so well, steps away from you to rush over to the bathroom for a washcloth, cleaning you up, biting his lip as he sees the state of your abused cunt. he takes in the puffiness of your folds, swollen clit peaking out, as he shakes his head, “sure you’re okay ? feel like i must’ve hurt you so much.”

“stop,” you giggle, “i swear, m’fine. i like this remember.”

“i know, i know, you keep saying that. but this is really the first time i’ve ever done anything like this to anyone,” he coos. “never seen someone bruised up and so fuckin swollen after sex.”

“forget about it honey, i love the pain. lets take your mind off it, yeah ? have some dinner,” you suggest, sitting up and reaching for niall’s discarded shirt, slipping it on and nothing else. “since i haven’t seen this room yet, can you lead the way ?”

niall nods, hopping off the bed, pulling some pants on, hand resting on the small of your back, as he leads you through the suite. he shows you the bathroom, the small kitchen esque space, and the living room with a large couch, big fireplace next to the window that overlooks the city below you, completely lit up now that the sun has gone down.

you both share some amazing room service, niall lighting a fire, getting cozy with you on the couch as you both chat away.

he doesn’t tell you much about what’s been bothering him, but you can tell that he’s feeling so much better. it’s like you have the ability to liquify yourself and shoot through his veins like the best heroin this earth has to offer. it’s the first time you can really see how much you seem to be able to do for him.

so you dont pry, you dont want him to have to relive all of the things that were bothering him, especially now that he’s visibly, infinitely better. how could you let him fall back into the depths of despair. you dont think your cunt could handle another round of “make niall feel better” tonight.

eventually, the fire starts to run low, the late hours starting to make themselves known, as you both show signs of fatigue. your work day, niall’s day of travels to get here, really showing on your faces.

you both make your way back into the bedroom, cuddling up in bed, niall’s lips pecking over your head that’s tucked into him. “i’m so thankful for you. and everything you do for me. everything. seriously, petal, thank you.”

and that’s the last thing your brain registers before falling asleep.

niall woke up the next morning, your alarm blaring from the nightstand, a heavy weight in his chest. he feels you slip through his arms to shut your alarm off, flopping back down with a groan. he’s quick to wrap his arms around you again, head buried in your neck, his grip tight.

he couldn’t let you go. couldn’t fathom having you walk away so soon. his body literally ached. he was nauseous, holding back tears, taking deep breaths in an effort to calm himself, kissing along your neck as a form of distraction.

“can you delay your flight ?” you hear him murmur into your skin. the amount of pure desperation, sadness, gut wrenching pain you could hear seeping from his voice, made your chest tighten. you’d never heard him sound so broken.

your arms wrap themselves around him, head burying itself in his hair, cooing quietly, “are you okay honey ?”

you feel niall take a deep breath against your skin before speaking, “please, can you just- can you please stay one more day ?”

his arms have wound themselves tighter around you, unable to let you go. it’s always been hard to say goodbye, but for some reason, this time, is literally impossible. he doesn’t remember feeling this much pain in his chest, in a long time.

“i’ll call the airline,” you whisper, not able to leave him like this. you’ve known something’s been off about him. been able to feel it. it’s like a sixth sense you have with niall.

and although he seemed to be feeling a lot better last night, after having the opportunity to let it all out, using your body. which you absolutely loved, he’s welcomed to anytime. but this morning, all the hard work you’d put in to make him feel better, was washed away by the sound of your alarm.

relief floods him immediately, his chest not feeling as tight, his lungs able to take the first proper breath since he was woken by the loud beep beep beep. the kisses along your neck become more intense, more fevered, in a way to thank you. his throat is still too constricted, now holding back happy, relief filled tears, he doesn’t think he could manage words just yet.

“but i need to leave tomorrow,” you explain quietly, not wanting to disappoint him too too badly, but still needing to be honest and realistic with him. “i have to be at work the next day.”

niall nods, pulling away from your neck to look at you, “just one more day. really need one more day.”

you nod in understanding, wiggling your way out of his arms to make your phone call to the airline.

as you crawl back to join him in bed, you get an idea, “hey ni, you know how being more rough and dominant with me, makes you feel better ?”

he hums, as he nods, looking at you questioningly, “cant possibly tell me you want more of that ? i fuckin wrecked your cunt last night, still feel a bit bad to be honest.”

“stop,” you chuckle, smacking his chest playfully, as you climb onto him to straddle his waist. “have you ever wondered if you like the pain too ? there’s nothing quite like it, in my opinion, to help release all that pent up shit.”

“you-“ niall stops himself, heart rate picking up, his cock semi interested at the mention. “you want to dominate me ?” he asks. “i’ve really never done anything like that.”

“wanna try ?” you smirk, leaning down to kiss over the shell of his ear, kitten licking to get him more worked up.

your teeth grip into niall’s ear ring, giving a tug, making a deep groan work its way out of his chest. his back arches, eyes fluttering shut, as he grips into your left knee, dragging it up the bed, your dripping cunt properly exposed to him as his hips buck up.

the angle makes his clothed cock slide through your folds, catching on your clit with every glide.

“you like it too,” you whisper against niall’s ear, a smirk present on your lips, shimmying him our of his pants.

“maybe i do” niall mumbles breathily, as your grip in his hair tightens incredibly, tugging hard at the roots.

he tries to stifle the tiny whimper in the back of his throat, but you catch it, the smirk on your lips growing wider. “you definitely do,” you answer him.

you notice his eyes rolling back, the air leaving his body, as the thought takes over his brain. he’s battling with himself. does he really want this ? there’s no one he’d rather try with.

“can you- fuck, um-“ niall trails off.

you watch him attentively, curious about what could have him so worked up. so shy to talk to you. that’s never really happened. he’s always made it very clear that you’re his safety, someone he totally trusts.

“i’ve never done this petal, ever,” he murmurs again to try and explain his jumbled thoughts as his cock grows harder. “but-“ he sighs, “think it would feel good today. the pain.”

“fuck, niall, yeah ?” you ask, lifting yourself up, hips seated on his, his cock laying flat against your folds, neither of you moving as you talk through this.

“please,” he whispers, so much vulnerability visible in his eyes.

“can i ask you something ?” you hum, eyes locked on his, needing to properly gauge his reaction.

“anything,” he nods, hands rubbing soothingly over your thighs and hips.

“can i- can i leave marks ? if i’m supposed to hurt you,” you trail off. “nowhere obvious, but like,” you trail off again, not sure how to word what you want to ask. you are quite literally sitting on his cock, asking the full question feels wrong.

but niall knows what you’re asking and his eyes fill with incredible disappointment, anger, sadness, frustration. a single tear rolls its way down his cheek, before he blinks hard, willing the others away.

“can’t leave any marks,” he whispers, dread seeping through him. “fuck, tomorrow i’ll be-“ and now it’s his turn to cut himself off.

you know what he’s implying. tomorrow he’ll be in the presence of someone that’s seeing his body. right down to the intimate places.

niall’s hands leave your thighs for a moment to dig his palms into his eyes. he didn’t think he could be more on edge. especially not with you right there. you always take the edge away.

but he’s angry. angry as fuck right now. because for the first time, he can’t take full advantage of being with you. the thing he needs from you today, for comfort, he can’t have. his safe space has been tainted for the first time since meeting you. and he’s not sure how to process that.

you notice the quick change in his demeanour, and every ounce of your being seems to crumble for him. this isn’t right, you think to yourself. you’re his safe space, you feel this incredible need to help him. there’s no way you’re letting him walk away from this without feeling infinitely better.

it’s not something you’d ever tell him, but it feels so rewarding to see how good you can make him feel. like you’ve truly helped someone. you can’t leave him stranded now.

so you think quick on your feet, indexes and thumbs reaching out for his nipples, giving them a sharp twist.

to say niall was not expecting that would be an understatement. his hips instantly buck up hard, cock sliding deliciously over your clit. he moans out loud, hands flying to grip onto you, any part of you he can reach.

“fuuuuck,” he groans, taking in a deep breath, eyes blinking up at you, a silent question etched on his eyes.

“i was just asking you a question. i can give you pain without leaving any marks,” you smile at him, flicking one of his nipples.

there you are. his safe space. always making things better, without even trying. niall didn’t think it was possible to adore you anymore, but here you are. there is no one like you. he feels so blessed to have been able to meet you. he hopes fate had something to do with it. it’s way too much to be a random coincidence.

“you’re in charge, pup, m’all yours,” he hums breathily, hips rolling up into yours, his body visibly relaxing into the bed.

“mmh,” you groan, biting your lip, a shot of arousal bubbling out of your cunt. “have no idea how much i loved hearing that.”

you roll your hips, feeling niall’s cock glide between your folds, unable to hold out any longer. you grip at the base of his member, sitting yourself on his prick.

niall moans out loudly, back arching off the bed, as his cock settles deep inside you, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs.

once seated, you completely stop moving your hips, fingertips lightly gliding over his stomach and chest. you can feel niall’s thighs trembling, his muscles jumping under your touch.

he tries to buck his hips, whining loudly, feeling absolutely tortured by your unmoving, fluttering cunt around him.

niall gasps out loudly, as your nails rake hard down his torso, calculated enough to be rough without leaving a trace, “fuck, fuck, please pet, need ya to move.”

“thought i was in charge,” you hum, tutting at him, twisting his nipples between your fingers again.

he whimpers loudly, his body trembling, mind buzzing at the feel of your cunt, his cock begging for any form of movement. begging for anything.

“look who’s whimpering now,” you groan, hand wrapping around niall’s neck, hold tightening, as you cut the airflow to his brain.

niall’s hips immediately leave the bed, lifting you along with him, your knees now hovering in mid air. “please, fuck, please,” he gasps breathily, air leaving his lungs.

“f-fuck,” you moan, your head tipping back, slowly losing your composure. this was absolutely torturing you as well. as full as you felt, and as good as that feeling was, your body was starting to give in.

“swear to fuckin god, the minute you move, m’gonna cum,” niall groans, trying to breathe deeply, trying to hold himself together. he never imagined that letting go of the control would make him lose his mind quite this much.

“guess i gotta get there too then,” you smirk, your hand gliding down your body, fingers reaching your clit, working over your sensitive button.

you moan out instantly, your pussy fluttering more and more over niall’s member, the more you flick and rub.

niall’s watching you attentively, taking shuddering breaths, as he’s working hard to hold himself together. he’s never ever been so close to the edge, without quite being able to get there.

“fuck, fuck ni, cum with me,” you groan, starting to bounce on him, both of you moaning out loudly.

niall sees stars, mind going blank, cumming harder than he ever remembers cumming. shooting hot spurts into you, filling you right up to the brim.

the look on his face, the loud pornographic moan, the extreme fullness his cum has provided, you lose yourself right along with him.

you watch over him as he catches his breath, hands gliding soothingly over your thighs, shaking his head, “never felt anything like that. fuck, petal, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. thank you for spending valentines day with me.”

realization crashes over you. yesterday was the 13th. that makes today the 14th. the weight of that hits you hard. did he plan some of this ? you know he could not have faked the look on his face, or the sound of his voice, this morning.

but still, he’d rather be here, with you, on a random trip to literally just be with you. what does his lady think ? where does she think he is this weekend ? he’d really rather spend it with you ?

you dont ask any of the questions on your mind. too caught up in a post orgasm haze, not wanting to make him think too much on it, as you really dont want to depress him again.

this is fine, you blatantly lie to yourself. it’s fine. it’s gotta be fine.

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Chapter 6: The Confession

“Adeline…dear Adeline….I believe that I,” He flourished his hand, pressing it to his chest “…am fucked up.” - Alastor

New Orleans, Louisiana

June 25th, 1976

One year later - on a warm sunny early afternoon - Alastor came back to New Orleans to find Addie staying in a cabin outside of the city. It was small, but quaint – especially to someone for his taste of aesthetic. It was surrounded by marshland and well away from any neighbor within a mile. He paused briefly at the door, appreciating the rustic-ness of the sturdy, old building. He had come this time already in his form that was his norm as the radio demon from Hell. Adeline had made a point of really not being bothered or overly concerned by this appearance and he favored it anyway. Turning one large ear toward the swamp, he listened to the familiar sounds of the bog. It was all very nostalgic for him.

He knocked at the old wood that was the door and Addie soon was there opening it.

“Happy Anniversary, Adeline,” He bowed at the door, smiling widely. “I’m quite surprised to find you here. I thought you might make me travel somewhere terribly ungodly…Sweden, perhaps.” He chuckled at his own joke. “But, instead, I find you here. Seen it all already, have you?” His voice playing to her as if someone had cranked on an old radio.

Addie stepped back so that he himself could step into the cabin. “Not even close.” She told him with a small laugh, smiling back at him. “I just knew you would be by to visit and I wanted to make sure I was here to meet you. You haven’t been out to the cemetery yet, have you?” She asked him.

Fiddling with his monocle, he was surveying the interior of the cabin: noting the old kitchen and stove; a small dining area that was really just a very rickety table with matching chairs; the short hallway that branched quickly to one room and another, likely a bathroom and one lone bedroom.

“Not yet.” He told her, appreciating some antique furbearing animal traps that were hung along one wall.

“Well,” She told him. “I was in town earlier…I picked up some things for a quick supper and I found a beautiful bouquet of flowers that I thought you could take with you when you went.”

“Ah!” He said happily. “I thought I could smell shrimp and grits! You are too kind, dear Adeline.”

“I hope that’s ok,” She said, “I’m not the best cook…”

“I’m sure it will be splendid.” He assured her, his smile as large as it had ever been.

They took their supper out on the small back porch that was attached to the cabin. Along with the shrimp and grits, she had made a lemonade which they both continued to enjoy following their meal. They sipped at cool, sweet drinks chatting and enjoying each other’s company underneath the warmth of the sun.

Addie told him about her traveling; how the documents worked perfectly and how she already had gotten to see so much more than she ever could have imagined possible. He was curious about the history of the cabin. She told him that it had been left abandoned for some time and she had found that there was a rather messy paperwork battle ongoing for the land surrounding it. Addie figured it might take some time to get sorted so she was squatting upon the property for the time being.

“Hm,” He commented. “Rather resourceful of you. That a girl.”

“Thanks.” She smiled. “I…really appreciate it.”

Soon following, Alastor was taking his leave. Addie gave him the flowers – a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers - to take with him to his mother’s grave; without touching the flowers themselves, he snapped his fingers and they disappeared in a cloud of green. “I’d carry them along with me if I could, of course.” He told her. “But, I’m afraid they’d wilt at my touch. Best that I take them this way. It will be nice to have something much more colorful to bring than one of my…hellish…roses.” He chuckled, happily enjoying another one of his own jokes.

“Your cooking was delectable, darling, and very much needed.” He thanked her.

“I’m glad.” She said, going with him to the door.

“Forgive me,” He paused at the door. Reaching for her, he lightly took her right hand, pulling it more into the light. “But, I only just noticed that you are wearing your ring. I don’t recall seeing you with it before.”

“I was afraid I might lose it…” She admitted. “I was very careful with it and ended up losing it anyway…twice. Both times, it came back. It would be gone and then…it wasn’t.” She was looking at the wooden ring, a small smile touching her face.

“Well, it looks lovely on you, Adeline.” He gently let her hand go. “Before I go, I offer to you another anniversary gift. Should you ever need me, should you ever require my presence – twist the ring around your finger, any finger. Three purposeful twists should do it.”

She looked at the ring, wondering if she would ever actually dare to do it. At the surface, it was a kind gift for him to offer but she worried too, that like anything, it would come at a cost.

Then she realized, “You haven’t asked me.”

He stood smiling at her, saying nothing.

“Every year you find me and you make a point of asking me if I’m ready to give up yet. If I’m ready to give you…my soul.” She explained.

“My, dear…” He grinned back at her. “I meant no rudeness.” He told her. “I simply assumed to know what your answer would be. It would be a lie for me to tell you that this is the first time that I’ve made an ass of myself.” He cackled.

When he had stopped, he regarded her more seriously. “Have I been terribly…mistaken?” He asked her, obviously expecting no real surprises from her.

“No.” She said. “It’s just…something I noticed.”

He turned a long ear slightly at that and she wondered what he must be thinking.

“Well, I do have one more matter to discuss with you before I take my leave, dearest Adeline.” He told her. “I’m afraid our yearly anniversary celebrations will have to be….less frequent from now on. I’ve become rather busy and these visits are becoming quite…tedious for me to attend to each passing year. Now, now, my dear – please- don’t fret too much,” He was saying, though she hadn’t really reacted to his news at all. “I will still be popping by from time to time, of course; purely to check in and see that you haven’t yet changed your mind in regards to your...answer.”

This was something she - in fact - had anticipated for some time. She fully expected him to grow bored with their yearly visits. If anything, she was surprised he had kept up with it as long as he had. “Sounds good to me.” She told him.

“Fantastic!” He exclaimed. She was watching his expression closely this time; not his smile – that never went away but his eyes and ears often told a different story. She read nothing in them now, but she suspected that he had been hoping for a much different response from her.

“How does our 30th sound?” He asked her.

“Four years…” She said. “Yeah, that’ll work.”

This time both ears shifted position, ever so briefly. Laughing, he said, “It’s a deal then.”

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New Orleans, Louisiana

June 25th, 1980

Nearly 15 years came and went. True to his word, Alastor did not find her again until the year 1980; marking 30 years since Addie LaRue made her deal with the radio demon. He found her again, staying within New Orleans; this time in a rather high-end apartment within the city. He visited her during the day again – coming true to his form- and she had a crawfish pie waiting for them to lunch with.

“Can I make a request?” She asked him as they ate. “I mean…for my gift this year. Is that allowed?”

He smirked, taking a sip from the lemonade she had made to go with their meal again. “Perhaps…but it will depend on what it is you have in mind, of course. Rather bold of you to assume you’d be getting a gift…” His voice crackling behind a filter of radio.

“Shut up.” She told him, “I want..” She paused, trying to decide how to approach it exactly. “I would like…” She began again. “I would like for us to spend some time together.”

His smile curled oddly across his face, his head tilting at her…odd request.

“I mean, I’d really like some company…and I could tell you about all of the traveling I’ve gotten to do in the past four years. I could get wine, we could play games… I don’t know.” She stopped, sighing. “That probably sounds really boring to you.”

“It sounds horrendously boring.” He told her. “Do you, by chance, own a radio?”

“Yes…” She told him, unsure of why he might be asking.

“Well, if nothing else.” He speared a bite of pie with his fork. “I could stand an evening ‘in’ listening to some good jazz - of my choice - of course. And, if you’re promising alcohol, well, I suppose it will be somewhat bearable.”

“Really!?” She hadn’t actually thought he would entertain her idea. “Would you have some time tonight?” She asked him.

“Actually, yes.” He told her, going for another bite of the food. Finishing it, he told her, “I just have my – errand – but, after that I’m all yours.” He snickered.

“Oh, yes!” She said, remembering he would be visiting his mother’s grave today. “I got you some more sunflowers to take…I mean, if you want to. I’m not even sure if those are ones you even want-“

She really was needing some company, he noted. She normally wasn’t so worried about what he thought.

“They will be perfect, Adeline.” He assured her. “Sunflowers were her favorite.”

“Oh,” Addie smiled. “Good.”

They finished their lunch and Alastor left with the sunflowers to visit the cemetery. They planned to reconvene later that evening at her place, him telling her not to worry about preparing another meal for them as he had…other…dinner plans. Addie briefly remembered the very first form she had found him in; remembered hearing the sharp cracking of bones from somewhere in the darkness; the sounds of something gnawing on soft, wet flesh. She shivered. She still hadn’t figured out what she made of him quite yet.

That evening, Alastor arrived to her apartment promptly. He came, in human form, with a bouquet of red roses and was dressed rather handsomely in a fine black pinstriped suit.

“Good evening, Adeline.” He told her as she opened the door.

“Good evening, Luc.” She offered him inside.

His spectacles caught the light of the room, his head tilting sharply as he eyed her coyly.

She ignored his carefully veiled look of disgust, asking him “Wouldn’t you rather a more comfortable…ensemble?” She herself, was dressed in casuals but she also was just surprised to find him not in his strange tall, red demon form.

“I felt like cleaning up a bit for tonight, I hope that’s alright.” He told her, going to a small coffee table, he produced a vase like he had back at the hotel in Lafayette years ago and began arranging the flowers.

“Fine with me.” She shrugged. “I’ll go get the wine.”

When she returned he was seated comfortably at one of the sofas within the living room, her radio playing soft jazz.

She filled two glasses of wine, handing one to him, she then curled herself into one of the lounge chairs across from him. They spent the remainder of their evening in that fashion; she telling him all about the traveling she had gotten to do since they last saw each other; he listening and enjoying the soft tones of music playing from the radio. Later, they chatted amiably about things that really held no great importance, simply enjoying each other’s company.

Adeline couldn’t have expressed – even to herself – how much it meant to her to have this. To have someone here that she could spend time with…someone that knew her. Someone who remembered her. Someone she could have an actual conversation with without ever having to worry about them turning away, even for a moment; where she did not have to carefully and meticulously navigate a single interaction, forcing it to remain completely intact and stretching it for as long as she possibly could before…inevitably…it was broken.

When the wee hours of morning came and Addie found herself starting to fall asleep from the wine and fine music, Alastor politely excused himself. They planned to meet again in 5 years, their 35th anniversary.

Their 35th anniversary was very much a repeat of the 30th, almost exact in many ways. Alastor found Addie again in the same apartment, in New Orleans. They lunched, Addie provided him with more sunflowers for his mother’s gravesite and she requested that he spend the evening with her. He agreed - willingly enough - and arrived just as he had years before, coming as a human and dressed handsomely in the same black pinstriped suit; carrying a bouquet of roses. He again played jazz from her radio as they drank wine and spent their evening catching up and getting to know each other a little more.

It’s no surprise that in 1990, their 40th anniversary, Addie made her request to him again; that he accompany her that evening at her apartment for them to spend time together. Alastor willingly accepted. This evening, however, when he arrived; it was as the red, radio demon. Addie wasn’t sure if she should be surprised by this or if it just was that he was becoming more…casual…with these evenings they were spending together.

Her radio immediately tuned to a smooth jazz station and she left to get wine. When she returned he had made himself comfortable, his long body stretched across the sofa leisurely. She brought out two wine glasses and a bottle of pinot noir. “So, dearest Adeline, what wild tales of adventure do you have to share with me this evening?” He asked her.

“Actually,” She said. “I wanted to see if you’d be interested in playing a drinking game tonight?”

“Ugh,” He groaned disgustedly. “I am NOT playing that wretched game of ‘Never Have I Ever’ again.” She laughed at that. She learned quickly that she held the upper hand in that one the last time they had played; there wasn’t much he hadn’t done and he wasn’t very good at finding the right questions to ask her in order to win the game.

“Well,” She sat down in the lounge chair beside the sofa. “I am NOT playing 20 questions with you ever again. You made me work through 5 whole separate rounds just for me to be guessing for ‘a dead man’s left kidney’.”

He shrugged. “So, what do you have in mind?”

“One I thought of…” She shifted in her seat, hoping he had an open mind tonight. “One of us asks a question. The other can either; answer it and the person who asked the question has to take a drink OR they can skip the question but then have to take a drink themselves.”

“Eh…Why not.” He sat up and she reached for the bottle of wine.

“If we are doing this though, I may need to actually be drunk.” He snapped his fingers and a whiskey glass filled with a liquid appeared upon the small table. “A nice rye, I think.” He reached into his suit jacket, retrieving a flask and promptly poured another type of liquid into the glass. “Don’t think me impolite, I’d offer you a taste but if you consumed merely one drop…well, it would kill you.” He stirred the drink with one long, clawed finger. “Mortal liquors don’t quite have the kick that I’ll need tonight.”

“Wow, are you really planning to let that loose?” She asked him, only half-teasingly.

“Honestly, Adeline, I could use it. I have had quite an aggravating time of it lately” He began muttering, “…obnoxious…pompous...piece of shit….television...”

When she didn’t have anything to say to this he continued, “Tonight, I think I will properly let myself become completely and utterly sloshed. I don’t have anywhere I have to be, anyway. Depending on how the night goes, I may need to take up residence somewhere…maybe that corner of the room over there. I promise, you won’t notice me. The shadows will just seem darker over there until I’m gone.”

“I guess I should have gotten more wine.” She glanced at the bottle. “I could run out quick and-“

“No need, my dear.” He told her, already nursing his whiskey. “It’s not just holy hands that can turn water into wine, after all.”

She starred at him. He sipped again at his whiskey, then setting the glass down, “What? Do you think that I’m kidding?”

“You won’t…you won’t put any of that-“ She nodded at the flask that was still on the table. “In it…will you?”

“Heaven’s no!” He told her, lifting one of the empty wine glasses from the table top and handing it to her. “Here, fill it with water and bring it back to me.” He reached down and returned the flask that was on the table back to where he regularly kept it within his jacket.

When she came back, he took the glass. Holding it by the round bottom; the stem between his fingers; he swirled the glass with a smooth, gentle motion. The clear liquid within spun into a small whirlpool before turning a vibrant red. Stopping the movement, he offered the glass back to her.

She took it tentatively, watching him watching her. She raised the glass to her lips and sipped. The liquid was pleasurably cool but a soft, radiating heat followed it down as she swallowed. The taste was inconceivably delectable upon her tongue, and she could already feel the promise of a buzz coming as she drank more.

“This is…amazing. Is-is there more?” She asked, worried she’d want more than just the one glass.

“Oh, yes.” He told her, going back to his whiskey. “Drink as much as you like, the glass will not empty.”

She shook her head slightly, still baffled by his small surprises.

“The lady may ask her first question.” He told her, stretching back out onto the sofa, his whiskey glass in hand.

“What year was it when you died?” She asked him.

“1933.” He told her and she sipped from her wine glass.

“What year were you born in?” He asked her.

“1918.” She answered and he drank from his whiskey.

“Did you have any siblings?” She asked him.

“No.” And, she drank again.

“Did you have siblings?” He asked.

“No.” She said and he tilted his glass.

“What music do you prefer?” She asked him.

“Jazz, usually.” He answered and she tipped her glass.

“How about you?” He asked.

“Now, hold on.” She said, “You can’t just keep asking me my questions.”

“I can’t think of any! And, you’re actually asking some good ones…”

She laughed.

“Jazz, naturally.” She answered his earlier question and he drank. They continued for some time, going back and forth. Soon, the effects of the alcohol started to make their appearance.

“Ok,” He sat up, seemingly serious now. “I want to know…have you ever thought about murdering someone?” She started to answer when, he stopped her, “Now, mind. I don’t mean in a this guy has a very disagreeable personality, I should get him drunk then push him off a building and tell everyone that he simply tripped and fell.... No. I mean like truly and actually wanted to string them up by a meat hook - using that white cotton butcher’s twine for wrapping meats so that they can’t get away; but all circulation is cut off slowly and painfully from their hands and limbs; and you can hear their joints and ligaments popping and pulling from the weight of them just hanging there and you take a sharp knife, slowly and purposefully cutting through and into the cavity of their soft belly, spilling their warm and wriggling guts into your open hands before you take a slice at their jugular, their blood raining hot and red onto you and the concrete below while they scream and struggle into violent and jerking death throes…?” He was almost out of breath, his smile entirely gleeful as he asked her this.

“Um…no.” She said.

“Oh.” He said, disappointed and they were both quiet for a moment.

“You could ask me if I-?”

“I think I know that answer, thank you.” She told him and he chuckled darkly.

She swirled her wine glass, trying to think of her next question. On the sofa beside her, his chuckling had turned into a fit of giggling. She was holding back her own laughter at his sudden antics when he told her, “Adeline…dear Adeline….I believe that I,” He flourished his hand, pressing it to his chest “…am fucked up.” He burst into another fit of it.

She watched him, amusedly, knowing she wasn’t very far behind from being in the state he was in. As promised, no matter how much she drank, the wine glass never emptied; never dwindled in volume in the slightest. It was impossible to tell how much she had drank already but she could feel the alcohol singing through her veins; a comfortable, consuming buzz pressing in on her and draping a warm, but pleasant fogginess around her.

“So, what did you find to do for fun while you were alive?” She asked him.

“You mean besides killing people?” He asked her.

“Yes, besides that.” She told him, briefly wondering if he actually had killed anyone while he was alive but then deciding it was an area best not to delve into.

“Hm…” He thought for a moment. “I was quite a good dancer, back in my day. Why, I could really cut up a rug…and not just one soaked in blood.” He laughed.

Yep, he definitely had killed some people, she decided.

“Ah, yes,” He went on. “I could waltz and jitterbug like nobody’s business. I could sing too. Hell, I could dance and sing; both at the same time.” He was smiling softly to himself. “The Charleston…however, that one was a personal favorite of mine.”

Addie sipped her wine, “I can’t say that I can appreciate what any of that really means. I’ve never danced before.”

“WHAT!?” Her radio erupted in static loudly from across the room and he appeared suddenly just to the opposite side of her, his face very close to hers as he leaned over the arm of the cushion, his eyes wide. A crackling static was emanating now from him as well.

She gasped, startled, nearly falling out of her chair. She had inadvertently fumbled the wine glass, it turned end over end briefly before she caught it back by the stem. Miraculously, the glass neither broke in her hand when she caught it back much too firmly; nor did any of the liquid spill from the rim.

“How does one be raised in the early, roaring 1900’s…in New Orleans, of all places-no less, not know how to dance!?” He demanded, rather sharply.

“My family was poor.” She told him. “We never made it into town to do things like that…My father worked as a carpenter, so we only really went into New Orleans for jobs and supplies when we needed to.” She explained and he continued to stare at her, as if he was having trouble comprehending this concept. “That counts as a question by the way…” She pointed. “You’re supposed to take a drink now.”

He stood up straight, ignoring her last comment. “Well, that simply won’t do,” Pulling at the lapels of his jacket and straightening it he smoothly shifted into his human form; his red suit fading into black, the antlers and ears disappearing completely, his dark brown eyes glinting behind spectacles.

“I am much too drunk to go out-“ She started.

“Who says we are going anywhere?” He asked her; the radio filter completely gone from him now that he had changed his appearance. Snapping his fingers, a lively jazz number started playing from her radio now.

“I don’t thin-“ She was blushing deeply now, both from drink and embarrassment, realizing he meant to actually dance with her; here and now.

“I hold your soul within my possession, Adeline.” He told her and she wondered if he really was going to use that against her, when he continued, “Knowing said soul never got to experience – to appreciate - the true absolute passion of the fine art of dancing greatly decreases the value to me. I can’t have that.”

“I guess you could always cancel our contract.” She told him, not moving from her seat.

“Nice try.” He smirked. “Now, come here.” He was standing in a more open area of the room, offering his outstretched hand to her.

“Well, you sobered up quickly. Were you even ever actually drunk?” She asked him, annoyed.

“Adeline…” He said it in a low, warning growl. A smirk still across his face.

Sighing, she carefully stood up from her chair. She never wobbled but her head was swimming from the wine. She tentatively took his hand and he immediately began pulling her into a swinging dance with him around the room.

He took both her hands in his, and with smooth movements, he had her stepping with him through a quick routine. She slipped and stumbled into him and out of the rhythm several times but he patiently guided her through the awkwardness until she found somewhat of a flow to their movement. Her steps were clumsy and hardly in time with whatever this was supposed to look like but he led and spun her about with such ease that she actually felt like – had they really gone to a club - they wouldn’t look half-bad.

Soon though, the spinning and dipping was too much and she stopped him, “Ok…I really am too drunk for this.” She admitted, the room still spinning slightly despite her no longer moving now.

“Hm..” Not letting her go, he kept one hand in hers as – again, with a snap of his fingers – the radio shifted into playing a new song.

“Perhaps, something slower,” He told her, pulling her against him and starting her moving slowly into an easy, swaying Cajun two-step. With their left hands clasped together, he led her with his right hand pressed to her waist; her own right hand resting on his shoulder.

The jazz playing from the radio was soft toned but still had a kind of swing to it. The steps were easier for her to find this time and on they went, working their way about the room. She was pressed close to him; she noticed his eyes were closed as he visibly enjoyed the sounds of the music that were playing with the movement of their dancing.

“I still haven’t heard any of that singing you were bragging about.” She told him.

He laughed, spinning her with him as the music shifted slightly, soft vocals coming from the radio. Matching the tones perfectly, he sung along:

“Careless…now that you’ve got me loving you,

You’re careless. Careless in everything you do

His voice melded into their dancing so richly; the vibrations of his chest sending gentle, muffled vibrations into her own.

You break appointments and think you are smart.

If you’re not careful, you’ll break my heart.

Careless. Now that my bridges are all burned,

You’re careless. Careless in things where I’m concerned.

Are you just careless, as you seem to be,

Or do you just care less for me?”

“Careless” – Tommy Dorsey (1939)

The smoothness of the jazz continued beyond the vocals of the song and they continued their way around the room. When it had ceased playing, he deliberately stopped their steps; their dance ending perfectly with the music.

He opened his eyes, smirking.

It was her turn to have her fit of the giggles. Whether it was the wine, the brief embarrassment of learning to dance for the first time or just her being completely unable to fathom anything about him; laughter was bubbling from her.

He assessed her mood briefly for a moment before erupting into another fit himself.

They wobbled back to the chair and the couch together; their laughing growing more uncontrollable.

Addie pulled herself into the lounge chair, pulling her legs up into a ball as her body shook with her laughs. Alastor – shifting quickly back to his red demon form – collapsed, still laughing, back onto the couch, his long legs draping over the top cushion, he slid so that his head was hanging off of the seat cushion, the tips of his ears folding flat against the carpet. Through the tears of her laughing, Addie saw how stupid that he and his smiling face looked in that position and her laughter went into uncontrollable guffawing. They both were in absolute hysterics.

After a time, they slowly regained some composure. Alastor had moved himself back into a comfortable lounging position against the arm of the sofa and Addie stayed curled in the cushion of her armchair, wiping the streaming tears from her face. The muscles in her face and her chest ached painfully from her merriment. She about decided she really shouldn’t have much more to drink this evening. Alastor, however, had his whiskey readily in hand again.

“More questions?” Addie asked.

“If you wish.” He shrugged complacently.

“Hm.” She thought. “Were you ever married?” She asked.

“Never.” He answered. She reached for the wine glass to take a drink.

“A toast…to your annoyance,” He said, lifting his glass in gesture before tilting it to his lips. “But, I’ll ask you the same.”

“No, never.” She answered and then she thought of a very interesting question to ask him. “Have you…- did you ever have sex?”

The radio, still playing the soft notes of something jazz briefly rattled with an irritating static, before tuning back in clearly to what had been playing. He was holding his glass, still close to his smiling face, but his eyes were sharply on her.

“Isn’t that a rather…distasteful question, Adeline?” He held one eyebrow raised.

“What?” She wasn’t really sure why he seemed so bothered by it, but he was almost glaring at her despite the grin he held in place. “You could just skip it…” She told him. “And, I really only meant to ask if you had while you were human. Is it really that big of a deal?”

He slumped into the couch, taking a dragging swallow from his whiskey, all the while holding his other hand up, giving her one raised long and very pointed middle-finger.

“Oh, wow.” She said, laughing. “You really didn’t like that question.”

“No.” He said darkly. “I didn’t.” The radio filter completely absent from his voice for a moment.

“Ok, well, your turn.” She gestured, expecting him to ask her the same question and ready to give him her honest answer.

“Do you regret the deal you made me with me, Adeline?” He almost purred wickedly.

“Fuck you.” She said

“Well, that one struck a nerve…” He noted.

Setting her wine glass down on the table, she told him. “I was playing nice.”

“Were you?” He hissed.

“Yes!” Her voice rising now. “How was I supposed to know that that would bother you so much?” She demanded. “And don’t you already know the answer?” She demanded. “With you, ‘holding my soul within your possession’ and everything?”

“It doesn’t really work like that.” He snapped. “Our contract makes it so I know more about you, yes, but I don’t know everything.”

“You know when I’m in danger.” She pointed out. “So was that trick with the ring you told me completely pointless?”

“I mean…” He really was drunk enough that he was having trouble keeping his thoughts straight, here. “I should think that I’d know you’d need me there well before then.”

“What a fucking joke.” She was growing angrier, somehow completely unafraid of any truly threatening consequences from him from it. “This is all just one big game for you. What else did I expect?”

‘Is it really that big of a deal’ He mocked her. ‘You could just skip it-‘

“Fine, you know what.” She was well and truly pissed now. “Yes. I regret it. I regret it every fucking day. Does that make you happy? Happy to hear me fucking say it?” She asked him.

His smile was stretching in response, giving her the answer to the question she was asking now.

“I don’t age. I can’t die.” She told him. “I have as much time to live by as I could ever fucking want; I can travel the world, see things and do things I never could have dreamt to in what was supposed to be ‘my lifetime’. I have all of this ‘freedom’. But, what is the actual fucking point of any of it if I can’t really, truly talk to anyone, know anyone or have any kind of an actual relationship with anybody!? I’m so fucking lonely, all of the time. Forty years. Forty years without anyone to know or care about me. There is no one. No one that I can share any part of my life with now.” She could feel the heat of angry tears, just barely brimming her eyes. She hated knowing that he damn well knew the only one that she could say was the exception to this – of course – was him.

He was laughing again now. His smile stretched to the fullest.

“Oh, Adeline.” He laughed. “You must see the irony in all of this?” He jeered at her.

“Please, do tell me.” She seethed. “What exactly are you finding so funnily ironic in all of this?”

“Why,” He had stopped laughing now but was obviously more than happy to share this with her, “Do you think that I believe that you came to the swamps that night just to strike a deal with a demon like me on a whim? You, my dear, were running from something. Something that made you completely and utterly…desperate.” He was telling her this in a kind of sing-song-ish tone, enjoying himself immensely.

“So desperate, in fact…” He continued, a shadow casting over him now; his ears curling and his antlers lengthening long above his head; his voice taking a deep, dark and demented tone. “You were willing to sell your soul.”

“And, how incredibly lucky for me.” The shadow dissipating and his appearance going back to what it was, as he continued on happily. “Otherwise, I doubt I shall ever had found such an easy claim for something with so much….potential”. He said the word, greedily.

“So,” He went on, taking a drink from his whiskey and setting the glass down beside hers at the table. “What were you running from, dearest Adeline? An abusive boyfriend, perhaps? Or, even, an arranged marriage – not as common back then, mind you but-“

“I was pregnant, asshole.” She told him, darkly.

He stopped talking. The smile never left his face, but his eyes were wide; watching her.

“Wow. You really can’t stop smiling, can you? Weren’t ready for that?” She asked him, the hot, angry tears spilling down her cheeks now. “And, I was actually kind of excited about it too. For a little while. But, the guy…he skipped town. My dad was gone and my mother she…well, she told me the gators could have their way with me next for all she cared.”

“I had made a mistake…” She went on, when he hadn’t said a word or moved an inch. “I was desperate.” She admitted. “I-I didn’t know what to do. So, I made the deal. Like I said: I can’t age, I can’t die… But did you know that I also can’t get pregnant? That I can’t maintain a pregnancy...”

She thought she saw him tense visibly; but she also couldn’t be sure if it wasn’t just her trying to humanize him.

“It doesn’t really make a difference.” She told him. “I’d have found a way to…to deal with it anyway.”

She looked at him, brushing the tears away now. “Yes. I regret our deal. But it’s just another regret that I have. Regrets on top of regrets. That’s what my life has become.”

Both of them were silent for a moment; jazz still playing continuously from the radio.

“Ugh…” She exclaimed, her hands cupping her forehead. Her head was pounding painfully now. “I’m sorry…This isn’t how I wanted this evening to go.” She told him. “I shouldn’t have pressed you earlier. It was a very personal sort of question, and I can understand why it upset you. I’m sorry that I asked it.”

“Yes, well,” He cleared his throat, finally visibly relaxing. “I suppose I was…rather ‘careless’ myself tonight. You have my apologies…Adeline.” His smile had become much smaller, his eyes much softer.

“I think I’m done for tonight.” She told him. “I understand if you don’t really wish to stay here tonight though.”

“Do you want me to leave?” He asked her.

“No, I-“ She hated how honest this was. “I really don’t.”

“Then I’ll stay.” He promised.

He sent away their glasses while she got up to change into more comfortable clothing and get blankets. He politely turned down the one she had gotten for him but offered her the couch to stretch out on so that he could have her armchair, nearer to the radio. She noticed it had just begun to rain outside; going to the window, she lifted it open; the sounds of rain and thunder rolling in from the very early morning darkness. The smell of a warm, summer rain filling the room. She climbed onto the couch, pulling the blankets close as he reclined beside her in the chair.

“Luc?” She asked him after some time, listening to the radio and the rain outside.

“Hmm?” He responded to the name with no sounds of disgust or comment.

“Would you-?” She started to ask, a little shyly. “Would you sing to me? You do have a very lovely voice.” She told him. “If you don’t really want to though, I’d understand.”

He laughed lightly, clearing his throat. The radio shifted, an eerie music melding smoothly into the sounds of rain and thunder. With no accompanying vocals this time he sang:

“I can feel you sweet song of summer

Your music comforts my lonely reign

I can hear you in evil darkness

That empty feeling, I’m near you again.

I am your forever and this I emphasize

Your never ending hurting and criticize

We are friends forever and this is emphasize

Your never ending hurting and criticize”

“Sweet Song of Summer” – Bee Gees (1972)

And with his voice, there within the darkness, she drifted off.

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Chapter 7

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Here is a little multi chapter fic I’m currently working on.

Basically Dewdrop is not dealing so good with the soon arrival of the new water ghoul. It brings him back to times before his transition. Will Rain and Dew ever be able to be friends, or even more?

Sunshine is a total badass and has to knock sense into literally everybody.

(Dewdrop is a trans man and uses he/him pronouns. Sunshine is transfem and uses she/they pronouns.)

I’m at chapter 6 right now, so you can read it up to there on AO3:

And I will do my best to post all chapter here on tumblr too, it will take a bit of time though.

Echos of Transcendence

Chapter 1

cw: gender dysphoria and a bit of depression because of it

Read it below the cut!

He looks at his reflection in the mirror. The long white hair Dewdrop normally cherishes is unkempt and greasyly hanging into his face, desperately needing a wash.

But for a week now he hasn’t really been in the mood for that. Copia had let him know about the summoning happening today at full moon a week prior. It wasn’t just any other summoning, it’s the summoning of the new water ghoul for the band project.

Something about the idea of a new water ghoul in their quarters makes his skin crawl. It reminds him of the time Dew himself was water, oh, and also important, a water ghoulette. He doesn’t hate who he was, but he more feels completely disconnected to who he was before his transition. It’s like his life finally began for real when he told his pack that he is transgender.

Since then he made adjustments to his body, taking hormones and getting top surgery. And even though that all helped him pass, the dysphoria never really goes away.

In front of the mirror he feels like his hips are too wide, he is too short with delicate hands and thin tail and he hates it.

And now he has to see somebody every day of the week, that reminds him of a time he was completely miserable and someone he could have been. Dew knew that this day had to come, the band needs to continue and is missing a bass player, but that doesn’t stop him from sulking.

He get‘s ripped from his thoughts when he hears knocking on his door.

“Dew! We have to leave for the chapel in an hour, are you nearly ready?“ Sunshine calls.

He gives no response. Dew doesn’t want to be seen by anybody. He is ashamed that he still isn’t over this. Why does he always have to be a problem?

“If you are in there and ignoring me, I will kick your ass!”

“Just leave me alone Sunny!”

Dewdrop yells back.

But she is not so easyly dismissed and knocks again just to signal her stubbornness.

“Come on,let me in! I know it’s hard for you right now, I just want to help. I’m your friend and I care for you!”

But why is it so hard for Dew? He transitioned years ago, he should have himself in check by now and not fall into a depressive phases as soon as a new water ghoul is only mentioned.

Sunny outed herself as transfem only this year and they don’t have the same problem it seems.

She is so much stronger than him. He is just pathetic. Everybody always has to help and comfort him, and he feels like he doesn’t deserve their kindness. He’s just weak.

“I don’t want your help! I will be fine!” Dewdrop says harshly.

He always reverts back to anger when he doesn’t know how to deal with his dark thoughts. He doesn’t want Sunny’s help, he will just drag her down.

“Nope, this is not happening! You are not shutting me out like this. I will come in now!”

Sunshine pushes the door open, determined to break through Dew's isolation.

When she sees his slumped posture in front of the mirror, they rush over to him. He registers their approach, but doesn’t try to move. Shame is rolling of him in waves. Her soft voice somehow breaks through to him.

“Come on firefly, can you look at me please?”

He slowly lifts his eyes. He doesn’t know why he expected to see disgust or anger in her eyes, but there is nothing but kindness and concern.

“Listen to me right now. I know what you are thinking, you are not weak and you are not a disappointment. We all like caring for you, you are our pack, our family and we love you. There is no such thing as needing to much help Dew. When you are not okay, you are not okay. And I am here to help. You care for all of as so deeply, let us return the favour please.”

He breaks down in sobs relived, shoulders shaking. Dew really needed to hear that to break him out of his downwards spiral.

“Can you maybe hug me?”

Before he can even finish his question, Sunshine has him wrapped tightly in her arms. He snivels a bit more, while they stroke his hair calmingly. Dew slowly stops his crying.

“Here we go. Do you want to talk?”

“I just feel so stupid you know? Dysphoria hit me last week so hard I couldn’t even shower, and all just because they will summon a new water ghoul. I shouldn’t feel this way anymore, especially because of such a stupid reason!”

“Don’t invalidate your feelings like that! I know it must be hard for you to always be reminded of the time you didn’t live as your true self. I will support you, I understand you and I will be there for you if you need anything. And if the new ghoul or anybody else gives you problems we will drag them back into the pit!”

Dewdrop has to smile and nods. “Same applies for you too of course. I will fuck them up if they say transphobic shit to you.”

“I know, thank you.” She smiles. “Now what do we do about this?” Sunshine vaguely gestures at his hair and overall state. Dew lets his head hang.

“‘m sorry for you having to see me like this…” he says shyly, tears rising to his eyes.

“Oh don’t worry about that, I have seen nearly every member of the pack in states worse than yours. And do you remember when I was first summoned and was afraid of the water from the shower for a long time? I must have been disgusting, but you still helped me get over it and even washed my messy hair. So really, you don’t have to worry.”

Dew then sniffles one last time and says: “I think I’m ready to shower now.”

“That’s good Dew! Do you want me to distract you?”

They ask.

Dew is really glad Sunshine offered a distraction or he knows he would spiral again as soon as he takes off his clothes. So he nods enthusiastically.

“Yes, that would really help me a lot.”

The shower wasn’t too bad, they turned off the light and Sunny let her hands glow just enough for Dew not to fall over in the shower. When they ran out of dad jokes to tell, she started singing the ingredients of different products lying around the bathroom. She wasn’t able to pronounce most of them correctly, but it obviously made Dew laugh, so they just continued until Dew was finished.

After he was dressed in the usual black uniform, Sunny and Dew both used their element to dry his hair and he let her brush it. It definitely calmed him down.

“Are you ready?”

Sunshine asks after glancing at her watch.

“As ready as I will ever be.”

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Angel of the First Degree - Chapter 8: Interlude

Eddie Munson x Chubby!Reader 1323 words Series Masterlist

Previous Chapters: 1 - Valium; 2 - Carrie; 3: Honey; 4: Starcourt; 5: Buzzkill; 6: Monsterous; 7: Prizes

Warnings: Anxiety; fatphobia including internalised; drug use; bullying; body issues; discussion of body function and fluids; period shame/stigma; disclosure of sexual assault (chapter 2); disordered eating and thoughts of food; shitty/abusive/critical parents; porn magazines; smut; reference to suicide (specifically Virginia Woolf’s); no beta; grief/mourning; warnings updated each chapter

Synopsis: When Eddie Munson finds you in the midst of a panic attack, it is the beginning of something. A fic featuring body and sex positivity, Eddie in a dress, soft small moments, scary big truths, and all the usual special feelings you’d expect from one of my stories.

Chapter Summary: A short interlude to pay tribute to Cliff Burton, born February 10 1962 – died September 27 1986, aged 24.

Author's Note: Unnamed freak gets a name – Gene. Here's why I picked it. I'd love for you to read the End Notes.

It was almost completely silent when you got home. You’d taken a gaggle of the trailer park kids for a little walk, buying a lot of good grace with the neighbours. Not enough to make up for Eddie’s guitar but enough to wipe the slate clean.

You poured a glass of water and gulped it down, looking around for signs of your boyfriend. Walking through to the bedroom, you stopped dead in your tracks.

Eddie was on his knees, hands gripping his boombox radio. He looked like he’d seen a ghost, pale and eyes wide.

“Eddie?” you asked, scared.

He shook his head a little but otherwise didn’t move.

Carefully, you knelt down beside him and listened. It was the news? No, not just the news, it was breaking news.

“Yes… Yes, we can confirm that the… the reports are true. Cliff Burton, bass player for Metallica, has passed away in Sweden. The band are on their Damage, Inc. Tour… A full statement is due any minute now… Let’s… Let’s go to a song.”

The radio presenter had stumbled over their words. Eddie was still frozen, the only movement a single tear sliding down his cheek. It was a painful role reversal and one you were entirely unprepared for. Eddie knew what to do when you were upset. He knew how to comfort and console. Still learning to accept that, you had no idea how to offer it.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Eddie’s lips parted like he was going to speak, but he shook his head again. The phone rang, startling you both.

“I’ll get it,” you said, jumping and running to the kitchen. “Hello?”

“Have you heard?! Has Eddie heard?” It was Gareth, breathless and squeaky.

“Um, yeah. Just now,”

“What the fuck. What the fuck. What happened? I was in town, at the record store. Someone said it was a car crash? Are they going to break up now? What the fuck?”

You didn’t know what to say. The panic in Gareth’s voice made your stomach flip. He was on the verge of hyperventilating.

“Where’s Eddie? What’s he think? I’m coming over,”

“Wait!” you said. “Just… Let me check with him. He’s… not… doing well. Just give me a second, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. Yeah, sure. I’ll call the others, then call back.” Gareth hung up before you could reply.

Stepping back into the hallway, you saw Eddie still hadn’t moved. When you got to him, you put your hand on his shoulder. Master of Puppets was playing on the radio and Eddie’s grip on it had gotten stronger.

“Eddie? Do you want to… sit up? Maybe sit on the bed?”

He looked up at you. “He’s… dead,”

“Yeah… Yeah, I… heard, I know… Come here. Come sit,” you instructed softly.

Eddie stood and put the radio on the dresser like it was made of fractured glass, ready to explode into a thousand shards any second now. You took his hands in yours when he sat down.

“I’m sorry,” you said again. What were you meant to say to someone in that situation? You’d never loved anything like Eddie loved metal, loved Metallica. What do you do when a hero dies?

“They… they thought he was a guitarist, you know? When they first heard him. Hetfield and Ulrich… The way he played… They thought… He was that good… I showed you,” Eddie spoke like he was trying to remember a long lost moment. He turned to you. “I showed you the Pulling Teeth solo… Remember?”

Eddie looked at you like he’d cease to exist if you didn’t. Nodding, you said, “Yeah. I remember. And… There was another one, right? Another solo?”

“For Whom the Bells Tolls, yeah… He… completed them, you know? What… What’s gonna happen?”

There was no answer.

For a moment, you thought about the band. You thought about how Corroded Coffin were as thick as thieves, so entwined in each other’s lives. If Eddie lost one of them… So, you thought about Metallica, about their loss and mourning.

There was no answer for anyone.

The phone rang.

“That’s probably Gareth again… He wanted to come over,” you told Eddie.

“No… Tell him I’ll come to him. We should… I don’t know… Tell him I’ll bring my guitar.”

With that, Eddie was up and searching his room for something, throwing things out of drawers and into one of his guitar cases with a manic energy that made you uneasy.

In the van, Eddie flicked the stereo from cassette to the radio. Disposable Heroes was finishing, then a different reporter.

“The official statement is that there was an incident with the tour bus,” she said.

“Is Burton the only causality?” another voice asked.

“Yes. Nobody else sustained injuries.”

Eddie switched it off, plunging the van into a cold quiet. You couldn’t help but watch him, his face set in a forced neutral expression.

When you pulled up in front of Gareth’s garage, the door was already rolled, the curly haired boy sitting behind his drumkit. Gene was sitting cross-legged on the floor, hugging his bass. His face was a mess of tears and snot.

When Eddie climbed from the van, Gene dropped his instrument unceremoniously and nearly threw himself into Eddie’s arms. You felt like you were intruding somehow.

Gareth stood and came to be held by Eddie too, Gene retreating to the old couch tucked in the garage’s corner. He took his bass and you had to look away when he started to pluck at notes before beginning to cry again.

When Eddie and Gareth stepped apart, they looked at each other.

“Fuck,” Gareth said.

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Is Jeff coming?”

“Nah, his parents have the car,”

“How’d he sound?”

Gareth shrugged. “Same as us? Esther’s with him.” Esther, who had been Jeff’s girlfriend since their Family Video date. Although you didn’t know her super well, you’d seen her handle pressure with strength and pain with softness. She’d know what to do for Jeff.

You wished you could say the same for yourself and Eddie.

“Do you guys… want some… band time? I can go for a walk,” you offered.

Eddie frowned, reaching out for you and pulling you into him. His arms held you tight. “No. Stay.” His voice was firm, sure.

The four of you sat in the garage until the sun set and Gareth’s parents offered to cook everyone dinner. Gene accepted, unable to move from his bass. Eddie declined on behalf of you both, hugging his friends again before driving home.

“Are you hungry?” you asked him when you stepped back into the trailer.

“Um… No… Not really. You should eat though,”

“So should you. I’ll make something small, okay?”

Eddie nodded and disappeared into the bedroom. Soon after, armed with a bowl of mac and cheese big enough to share and some toast with garlic butter melted onto it, you joined Eddie.

He was sitting on the bed, legs stretched out and playing desk to magazines. He was re-reading anything he could find about Metallica, bringing himself to tears again. When you arrived, he pushed the magazines away and waited for you to climb in next to him.

Food on the bedside table and you in Eddie’s lap, he chewed the inside of his cheek to try to stop himself from properly crying.

“I’m sorry,”

“S’okay… Just another fucked up thing to get through,” Eddie replied, jaded in his grief.

“I love you,”

“I love you too.”

All night, Eddie clung to you like he was going to lose you too. He stayed like that for the week, bitter and skittish. Clingy but distant.

In early October, Corroded Coffin made their way into Indianapolis for a memorial service for the late, great, and undoubtedly talented Cliff Burton. Each major city held events, metalheads and music lovers travelling to pay respect and toast to a life cut too short and a legacy never to be forgotten.

Next Chapter - 9: Halloween

End Note: Cliff Burton picked up the bass guitar when he was thirteen, having previously played the piano. The death of his older brother saw the change in instrument; his parents quoted Burton as saying, “I’m going to be the best bassist for my brother.”

He joined Metallica after the release of their first album, and it was his musicianship and originality that contributed to the success of Ride the Lightning and Master of Puppets – an album considered to be a landmark in heavy metal history. The title track of Master of Puppets was Burton’s favourite Metallica song. His final show was in Stockholm on September 26, one day before his death.

Burton’s legacy is longstanding. To Live Is to Die (Metallica), In My Darkest Hour (Megadeath) are both tribute songs, and albums Among the Living (Anthrax) and The Dark (Metal Church) are dedicated to Burton. When Metallica were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, Burton was included, his father sharing the stage to accept the honour. Burton’s parents donate any royalty in his name to a scholarship fund for music students at his alma mater Castro Valley High School.

Grief never goes away; we just do our best to live side by side with it. When we lose someone we never really knew – like how Eddie would have felt about Burton, like my mum and Bowie, and us and Eddie – it can feel like borrowed grief. Sometimes, it feels like we’re not allowed to mourn. But, what do you do when a hero dies? Grieve and suffer the pain, and then step into the future with hope and humility, and the intent to live the life they didn’t get to.

Thank you for indulging me with this interlude chapter. Angel of the First Degree is a story about healing, and my most open wound is certainly grief. Thank you for letting me explore that, while paying tribute to Cliff Burton, the greatest bass player in the world.

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