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Room 5 - Nicholas Alexander Chavez x fem!reader
summary: (Y/N) escapes to a quaint little hotel by the beach for a few days. On the first night, she realizes that the hot guy in the neighboring room is a... loud guy, and she finds that she can't seem to escape him no matter where she goes.
warnings: 18+, voyeurism (auditory), self-masturbation, fingering, unprotected p in v, cursing
required listening: 24 Hours by Sky Ferreira
word count: 17,415
a/n: sorry this one is so long (compared to my other fics), but I just had too much fun writing this one. I honestly could've gone writing more. If anything, I can just add on, but I think I wrapped a nice, little bow on this one. I hope you guys like it, and I would appreciate any and all notes and feedback!! pls enjoy :)
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The boutique hotel looked absolutely adorable, white brick on the outside and only two stories â a tiny cafĂ© and gift shop downstairs and the rooms up top, just steps away from the ocean. It sat between two tall condo buildings, which mostly housed an older crowd of out-of-state tourists.
I was in search of the perfect place for a weekend getaway, and this place seemed to check all the boxes. It wasnât near any of the busy beach accesses where all of the rowdy high schoolers seemed to hang out at, and the pictures of the cafĂ© seemed like it was straight out of an interior designerâs Pinterest board. This place, The Pearl, seemed perfect.
Actually, I had been looking forward to this weekend for a long while, having booked this trip about a month ago. Funnily enough, I lived just 30 minutes away from the beach but never had the time to just get away for a couple of days â until now.
After I checked in, I carried my weekend bag and backpack up the narrow staircase to the second floor, the wood creaking underneath my sandals. When I turned on the mid-level landing, thatâs when I heard a second set of footsteps coming down from above. I turned my head up, my eyes falling on the drop-dead gorgeous man carefully shuffling down the steps.
Our shoulders brushed as I squeezed by with my luggage, the warmth of his skin sending a shiver that branched out from where our arms grazed.
âSorry,â I whispered without missing a beat.
The guy smiled politely as he turned his head back, his big, brown eyes inviting, âYouâre good.â
My heart skipped a beat hearing his warm, low voice. The stranger was ridiculously attractive, his muscles bulging out of the wife beater covering his torso, his tousled brown hair elegantly falling over his eyebrows. His smile, though, was what made my skin prickle â a wide, genuine grin that showed off his perfectly white teeth behind his pink lips.
I returned a polite smile, continuing my journey up the stairs before he could notice my blushing cheeks. When I arrived to the top of the landing, I saw that the second floor was T-shaped, the rooms in ascending order the further I walked down the hallway.
I turned the corner, immediately sensing the change in atmosphere compared to the row of rooms I had just passed. This section of the hallway seemed much more secluded, quiet, possibly because, indeed, it was in its own corner of the floor away from all the other rooms.
I passed by the one other door in the hall, reaching my room â 6 â at the end where a singular window accented the softly-lit hallway. Setting my bags down, I fumbled for my phone, scrolling through my text messages with the hotel manager for the code to my door. I appreciated the fact that the rooms had a code to enter instead of a plastic key card that I could lose in the sand.
As I input the code into the lock, the wooden staircases creaked as a set of footsteps became louder and louder making their way toward me. It was the same handsome man I had brushed shoulders with earlier, a backpack slung over his shoulder as he approached the only other door, room 5.
Our eyes met briefly, a flicker of recognition in his. âGood night, neighbor,â he said with a slight nod, that same smile that made my chest warm flashing across his face as he made his way inside his room, the heavy door falling closed behind him.
I let go of the breath I didnât realize I had been holding. What are the odds the hot guy and I were staying next to each other? 1 in 5 it seems.
Shaking off the butterflies fluttering around my stomach, I finished inputting the code and dragging my bags inside the freezing room, stopping to admire the details of what my hard-earned paycheck had managed to spoil me with. The room was quaint, a neutral island color palette â the large bathroom and queen-sized bed to my right and the 70â flatscreen tv and closet on the shared wall to my left, a built-in marble counter all along the bottom.
The bathroom was my favorite: an art-deco flair with hints of coastal influence. The full shower was astounding in the best way possible â a beautiful mosaic pattern along the whole wall, double shower heads on opposite ends, and with enough space to possibly fit maybe 5 people. I could literally walk about ten steps between the two shower heads.
I walked back out to the room, setting my bags on the counter and starting to unpack, not in any particular rush to venture outside. As I organized my stuff â bikinis, pajamas, toiletries â I turned on the tv, flipping through channels and settling on HBO, Black Swan playing a few minutes in.
Enthralled by the movie and remembering I had a few snacks in my backpack, I changed into my pajamas and dug out a box of Lady Godiva chocolates from my backpack, climbing into bed and stretching out my arms and legs, excited to start my weekend getaway.
At some point, I had drifted off with a chocolate in my hand only to be awoken by a sound. I didnât know what it was at first, choosing to ignore it and keeping my eyes closed, hoping Iâd drift back to sleep. But it persisted, and it wasnât a sound I had expected to hear â a womanâs moans.
My eyes fluttered open, thinking it mightâve been coming from the tv. After all, Black Swan did have a sex scene. However, I found the tv to be off. Maybe I had forgotten I turned it off myself before drifting off to sleep. Then, a low, drawn-out groan rumbled through, clear as day.
Oh.
Oh.
My cheeks flushed, burning at the realization of what I was hearing. I mean, I know a boutique hotel might not have the same amenities as a more established hotel chain, but youâd think thicker walls would have been a forethought. How could somebody planning to open a hotel not have thicker walls?
Again, I heard the moaning, and there was only one other room in the hallway that they could be coming from â room 5, the hot guy. I sat up in bed, heart pounding as I processed what was happening in the room behind the tv. The sounds were so clear youâd think they were having sex in the hallway.
In fact, I thought just that. There was no way that was happening right? I walked up to my room door and carefully peeked my head out, finding the hallway empty.
I retreated back into my room, my heart racing. Any other person wouldâve probably turned the tv back on, or put on some headphones, something to block out the sounds, but what I did, I couldnât tell anyone else about. I stood frozen, listening. I listened past the rhythmic porn-like moaning of the faceless woman, instead focusing on the low rumble of the hot neighbor guyâs voice.
The closet that shared a wall with his room beckoned my name, tempting me to inch closer. Before I knew it, my bare feet were shuffling toward the closet door, quietly swinging it open. The space was small, just big enough to fit a luggage rack and a few hangers up top, but the rhythmic thumping and guttural groans just behind the plaster called out to me.
Carefully, I leaned over the luggage rack, pressing my cheek against the cold, white wall. Every sound was clearer now â the creak of the bed slowing to a stop, the huffing coming from my neighbor, and the yelps coming from the mysterious lady. I could even make out some words.
âBend over,â my neighbor spoke, his voice deep and seductive.
My stomach twisted hearing him speak in such a commanding yet intimate manner. I couldnât wrap my head around the fact that a stranger so polite in passing could be so primal behind closed doors; though, wasnât everyone?
âYouâre so huge, Nicholas,â the mystery lady spoke back.
I know I shouldnât have been listening, but I was just so enthralled. Did they know just how thin the walls are, assuming theyâd block out most sound like I did? I couldnât imagine someone knowing the walls were thin and still choosing to have sex, especially knowing there was an occupied room next door.
The plaster was cool under my cheek, refreshingly so as I could feel myself becoming warmer and warmer. The sounds of their erotic encounter seemed to vibrate through the wall, through me. Without noticing, I had squeezed my thighs together, my hand finding its way at the band of my pajama pants. As soon as I felt my fingertip slip under my underwear, I was jolted out of my trance. What was I doing?
Before I could feel any more guilty for lingering longer than I shouldâve, I pulled myself away from the wall and scampered back toward the bed, choosing to ignore what was going beyond next door, my heart racing. Grabbing my headphones from my nightstand and slipping them on, I threw myself into the sheets and turned on my white noise playlist. But as much as I forced myself to focus on the therapeutic noise, my imagination wandered, picturing the faces my neighbor â Nicholas â might be making right now as he pleasured the woman accompanying him. Before I knew it, though, I had managed to fall asleep.
In the morning, I made my way down the staircase to the hotelâs tiny cafĂ©, eager to start my day with a light, sweet breakfast. As I descended down the last few steps, I looked over to the sea of tables, hesitation in my heels as my eyes landed on Nicholas sitting by his lonesome as he enjoyed a cup of steaming coffee in one hand and a beat-up book in the other.
Swallowing the thought of what I did, and listened to, last night, I walked past him and approached the café counter, the smell of warm croissants and muffins enveloping my nostrils, a temporary distraction that I was grateful to experience.
âHi,â I politely smiled to the employee, âCan I just get an Italian crĂšme croissant with a hot green tea, please?â I quietly asked, not wanting to interrupt the quiet, calm atmosphere for the patrons of the cafĂ©.Â
The barista nodded her head, inputting my order into the tablet register, âWeâll send it over to your table,â she smiled.
I slipped her the money for my breakfast, smiling, âThank you so much,â and making my way through the slew of empty tables.
I settled in at the corner table on the opposite end of the room, wanting to be as far away from Nicholas as possible to avoid any awkward conversations. Though, I may have chosen the worst table for my plan, accidentally giving myself a clear, unobstructed view of Nicholas from across the room.
His hair was damp, not purposefully styled in any particular way but still somehow falling over his eyebrows in such a perfect manner. He wore a loose flannel with a few buttons loose, the shirt billowing open to tease just enough of the gold cross chain draping over the sculpted valley between his chest.
He hadnât noticed me yet, completely enthralled by what he was reading â Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller. I was stunned by his choice of literature. There was an old fellow a few tables down reading the newspaper to get his local news, meanwhile this guy, Nicholas, was probably on some page where the author is describing, in excruciating honesty, a night he had with a prostitute just as easily as one could describe their morning routine. In a way, I was impressed, curious.
As I waited for my breakfast, fiddling with my fingers, occasionally looking at my phone, my eyes would glance over toward Nicholas, my gaze lingering just a beat too long. The way he achingly turned the page, the tip of his finger playing at the corner of the paper, or the way heâd carefully bring the mug of coffee up to his lips â it was all so titillating.
Thankfully, though, the barista came over with a small pot of piping hot tea and my croissant, interrupting my trance and carefully setting down the items in front of me. Just as she left, my eyes flickered up to Nicholas to find that he had glanced up from his book, a polite smirk at the corner of his lips when his eyes met mine, lifting his mug in a silent, âCheers.â
Not sure if I should wave or say hi or flash a toothy smile, I settled for a polite closed-mouth smile, lifting my mug back at him before quickly focusing my attention to the food in front of me as my cheeks grew warm. The greeting wasnât graceful at all, but how could I focus on being graceful knowing I eavesdropped on his privacy just last night? If I was awkward at all, I figured it was my subconscious trying to punish me.
I served myself some tea and picked at my croissant as I looked out the window to the occasional family or couple walking down the street, all carrying their beach items and taking their time to get to the sand. Iâd even glance around to the other patrons at the cafĂ©. Though, I think part of me wanted to see if any of the girls would join Nicholas at his table and reveal herself to be the high-pitched moaner from last night. However, nobody ever did join him. Was he here alone? Or maybe she had taken the morning to be by herself.
Every impulse in me was begging me to take just one more look at Nicholas, to savor his image one last time, but I fought it. Everything except anything in Nicholasâs direction became intriguing to me. The checkered tile on the ground, the promotional poster on the window that I could barely read because of the sunshine striking through it, the older fellow enjoying his newspaper â I didnât think Iâd find myself focusing on the details of such things trying to avoid the gaze of some guy I had talked to for no more than 10 seconds, maybe less.
When I finished up, I quietly tidied the table, collecting all of the dishes and brushing off any crumbs, making my way out of the café and toward my car.
The breeze was refreshing, a nice whisper against my cheeks. I opened the trunk, staring at all of the beach gear I had to carry by myself. It was a struggle, but I managed to carry everything in both my arms â umbrella, picnic, basket, beach chair, headphones, blanket â using every crevice of my upper body to anchor something to me so it wouldnât fall on the way over.
Thankfully, the beach access was right next to the hotel, and the path to the open sand wasnât too long. When I got to the end of the path, I was grateful for having woken up early for the opportunity to pick a spot in an otherwise empty beach, a few umbrellas and chairs here and there from the condo occupants. I chose a spot that didnât have any people too close by for maximum relaxation, carefully setting everything down on the sand.
I stabbed my pink, frilly cabana umbrella into the ground, laying out my beach blanket and beach chair in the shade, sliding everything else onto the corners of the blanket so the breeze wouldnât pick the fabric up and blow sand toward me.
The water was calling my name, the light green water perfectly sparkling against the morning sun. But before I could strip my clothes off and jump in, I looked around to see if anybody would be looking as I pulled off my clothes. I didnât see anybody particularly interested in my arrival, so I quickly pulled off my jean shorts and tee to reveal my glittery brown bikini set underneath. Before I became too hyper aware of my body, I walked toward the water, instead letting the feeling wash over me just as the waves of deliciously cold seawater did.
The occasional squawk of seagulls, the sun warming up my skin as it rose higher and higher in the sky and the sound of the waves crashing was all perfect. This moment was all I wanted out of this weekend. No distractions, no work â just me and the ocean. Needless to say, I was very excited to be able to repeat this routine for the next couple of days.Â
I continued walking into the water until I was chest-deep to let the ocean devour me whole. The feeling that a wave could crash over me entirely was exhilarating. The water slowly picked me up by my feet as I hopped around.
I lingered for a few more minutes in the water, splashing water around or searching for little fish before stepping back out once my fingers started to wrinkle. As I strutted out of the water, though, I saw the familiar shape of somebody relaxing in a chair just a few feet next to my umbrella â Nicholas.
I shouldnât be surprised. I mean, he was a guest in the hotel, too, after all. Why else would someone book a room in a hotel by the beach if they wouldnât find themselves relaxing in the sand? But did he have to set up next to me when there was an entire football field of available space?
Meekly and careful not to trip or stumble on the way over, I walked toward my umbrella, fighting the urge to steal a glance at Nicholas, but from the corner of my eye I could see he sat there with his chest exposed. I had to let myself give in; what was the harm in a little peek?
He sat reclined in his chair, his skin deliciously glistening under the killer sun as he took it in. His hair was lightly brushing across his face from the sea breeze, like Mother Nature herself was playing with his hair. Nicholasâs long legs stretched out in front of him, his feet digging slightly into the sand. Both hands rested lazily on the arm of the chair, open. It was like he wanted to take up as much space as he could. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes; I couldnât tell where he was looking or if he was looking anywhere at all. He radiated a kind of tranquility, as if the ocean had washed away any burdens he carried, something I hoped to experience myself this weekend.
I realized I was staring, my breath caught somewhere between awe and curiosity. I darted my eyes away, afraid I might be caught, which is absolutely the last thing I want.
Growing cold from the breeze brushing my wet skin, I grabbed my towel, drying myself off and squeezing the water out of my hair, mindful of turning myself from Nicholas so as to not flick any water droplets his way or have him think I was trying to grab his attention deliberately. Maybe he just sat there without knowing he had set up next to me. After all, I was in the water this entire time.
As I settled in, I brushed my wet hair over the back of my chair and reached for my picnic basket, pulling out my headphones, sunglasses, and my current read, White Oleander. I didnât want to distract myself with any energetic music, instead opting to listen to the White Oleander movie soundtrack for the perfect accompaniment to the book.
I read through the chapter I had left off in, but I found myself having to reread some paragraphs, even entire pages, every time I saw Nicholas shift in his seat from the corner of my eye every few seconds. Even the way he jittered his knee up and down was distracting, almost like he wanted to grab my attention. After some minutes, he stood up from his chair, letting out a groan as he slowly stretched his arms and walked toward the water, and I silently thanked the universe for finally letting me have a few minutes to myself.
Though, I couldnât help but occasionally glance up from my book to observe Nicholas in the water. The sun accentuated his muscles in an almost picturesque way, the stark shadow falling under each crevice of his body perfectly. He cut through the water like a knife as he walked deeper and deeper in the water, splashing water over his chest and shoulders, eventually dipping himself under the water to wet his hair. When he reemerged, the surface broke with a powerful splash, Nicholas throwing his head back and brushing his hair back with his hands.
Shaking myself out of Nicholasâs trance, I buried myself back in my book, trying not to look back up to him and letting myself get lost in the story, and for a while, I did. However, the universe seemed to like playing cruel jokes. About two chapters later, a shadow crossed my face. Curious to know if it was a bird or somebodyâs umbrella flying away, I looked up to find Nicholas standing in front of me with a small grin.
âGood book?â He asked, drying his hair with a towel.
Shocked, I almost couldnât form any words, but I managed to spit out a normal-sounding sentence, âUh, so far, yeah, but Iâm more familiar with the movie.â
âIâve never seen it,â he confessed, dragging the towel up and down his dripping torso, almost deliberately. âDo you recommend it?â
I was quiet first, trying to clear my head of any thoughts of the night before that kept replaying in my mind. My eyes drifted up from his torso to the smile on his face, his straight white teeth in full show. Thank god I had my sunglasses on
âTotally. The dialogue in that movie isâŠâ I trilled my lips, searching for the right word, âpoignant.â
âSounds raw,â he threw the towel over his shoulder, resting his hands on his hips, his lat muscles flexing outward like wings. âIs it your favorite movie?â He asked as he sat down in his chair, shifting until he found a comfortable position.
âOne of,â I replied, turning my head to face him.
âIâll check it out then,â he smiled, grabbing Tropic of Cancer out from under his chair and spreading it open.
âThereâs a movie on that one, too,â I pointed to the book in his hands.
âReally?â He cocked an eyebrow, looking at the cover of the paperback, like he had forgotten what book he was reading. But then, a cheeky grin grew on his lips, âDid you like it?â
I couldnât help but stifle a chuckle, knowing what Nicholas had meant. âI wouldnât know; Iâve never seen it,â I smiled, turning my head back to the book in my hands, having almost forgotten about it.
All I heard back from him was a quiet chuckle before he settled back into his chair, the both of us reading their respective books.
After a half hour, I tossed the book and my sunglasses back into the basket and walked out over to the water. I paused at the dry edge of the sand, letting the water nip at my toes, trying not to picture Nicholas behind me. He could have been glancing at me as I made my way over, but he could also be looking at the sky, or the book in his hands, or maybe even his phone. As much as I wanted to peek over my shoulder, I continued forward, letting the sea swallow me.
I lingered, brushing my fingertips over the surface as I planted myself in knee-deep water, clutching the sand underneath my toes as it dissolved under me. As the water hugged my calves, I searched the water for anything I could find â maybe a lost pair of sunglasses, some little fishes, or maybe a conch laying at the bottom of the ocean floor. To no avail, I slowly started to retreat from the water, picking my head up to find Nicholas was looking forward, hiding behind his sunglasses again.
I didnât let the fact he was looking over to my direction affect my ability to walk properly. After all, he could be looking past me. Maybe under those sunglasses he had his eyes closed. I wouldnât know. However plausible any of those situations were, I couldnât shake the feeling that I was being watched.
Upon approaching my chair, I wrapped myself in the damp towel, deciding that my time at the beach for today would be over for now. Slowly, I started to pack up my things, but I honestly didnât know how I was gonna carry everything back now that I was damp and shivering. I tried juggling some of the things in my arms, but occasionally something would slip from my grasp. I really tried not to seem so helpless, but when the umbrella slipped out from under my arms with a loud thump, I knew keeping up that ruse wouldnât work.
âNeed help?â I heard Nicholasâs voice behind me.
I turned around, catching him push his sunglasses to the top of his head to show off his crinkled eyes, smiling. It seemed to be more from amusement at watching me struggle, not smiling from politeness.
I struggled to hold onto everything in my arms, âNo,â I shook my head, laughing nervously. âI mean, I managed to bring everything over in the morning.â
An exhale escaped his lips before he tossed the book to the sand and stood up from his chair, making his way over with a satisfied look, âLet me help.â
I bit my lip, debating if I should let him help or to just push him away so I wouldnât have that constant reminder of hearing him have sex in my head. Before I could answer, though, Nicholas grabbed the beach chair out from under my arm and picked the umbrella up off the floor.
âThank you,â I mumbled as I adjusted the remaining items in my arms, now much more manageable without having to carry the bigger things.
âNo problem,â he spoke in a low tone, that same tone I overheard when he said âBend overâ to the woman in his bed last night.
My breath caught in my throat. Suddenly, I felt inexplicably warm, like the back of my neck was on fire. His expression was soft, casual, like the same man I had run into in the hallway yesterday, not at all like the man I heard in his room in a false sense of privacy.
We walked back toward the hotel, the sand kicking up behind us with every step. I was too afraid to say anything to him at all after remembering the way he spoke to his late night companion.
âSo, are you from around here?â He spoke up, his voice cutting the tension that only I seemed to be aware of.
âKind of,â I replied, hiding my face behind my damp hair, âI live 30 minutes out. I just came here on a solo-trip for a few days to escape. You?â I didnât expect the question to slip from my lips, but in a way, I guess, I wanted to coax information out of him. Maybe if I knew more about him, that pang of guilt in my stomach would leave on its own.
He stifled a chuckle, âNot at all. Iâm from Colorado, actually.â
I raised an eyebrow, surprised at the answer, âWouldnât California beaches be closer to you, maybe even look better than this old shore?â I looked back out into the beach, admiring its charm, but even then, I know it wouldnât compare to a California beach.
âActually, I live in LA, so I go out there all the time. I guess, I just wanted to visit a different place,â he answered.
I was surprised at his honesty, but I scoffed, not believing that any person from out of town would want to come here willingly, âWell, you picked a different place, indeed. Not much goes on around here, except when itâs spring break.â
Nicholas stifled a warm chuckle, âYeah, I think I read that online.â
A part of me wanted to prod. Was he single? Who was that girl from last night? Another guest? The only appropriate question that I could think of that didnât sound too suspicious was, âAre you here on a solo-trip, too?â
He nodded his head, âYeah, I do a lot of solo travel. Thereâs a certain freedom in not having to worry about anyone else except yourself.â
I glanced over to him and saw a smirk playing at the corner of his lips as he looked over to me. Something fluttered in my chest, or maybe it was just the droplets of water trailing down from my head.
âSounds liberating,â I managed to spurt out before the long pause became too awkward.
âIt is, but sometimes itâs nice to share it with someone else, even for a little bit,â he said, his words hanging in the air.
I didnât dare reply. I wasnât sure if he was alluding to our current moment or maybe to the similar encounters of last night he has with women during his trips. Of course, thereâs no way heâd know that I knew what he did behind closed doors, but what if he did?
âYeah,â I absentmindedly agreed to his statement, eager to cut the conversation short.
We arrived at my car. I opened the trunk with my keys that were in my picnic basket, watching as Nicholas bent over to place the umbrella and chair inside, then grabbing everything from my arms and setting them beside each other, closing the trunk.
âMy nameâs Nicholas,â he held his hand out for me to shake.
Thatâs when I realized that he had never introduced himself. The only reason I knew his name was because I had my ear pressed against the wall just as his lady friend from last night had moaned it out of her lips.
I hesitated for just a fraction of a second before breaking through that one-sided tension and reaching out to shake his hand, his warm palm sending a shiver up my arm, â(Y/N),â I introduced myself, meeting his gaze for a second or two before looking down at my feet.
âPretty name,â he smiled.
Blushing, I shyly said, âThanks,â retreating my hand from his grasp and whipping back a strand of wet hair behind me.
Nicholas lingered a moment longer, the soft curve of his smile inviting me to hold his gaze. âAny chance youâd wanna get a drink later?â
I blinked, my mind scrambling for a response as the question hung between us. This stranger, Nicholas, was never meant to be more than just some nameless blur that happened to also be a guest at the same hotel I was staying. We were only supposed to bump into each other a few times in the hallway, never going into conversation and being fine with that. Now, here he was, asking me if I wanted to have a drink with him.
I kicked my feet nervously, looking down, afraid to look him in the eye as I turned down his offer, âActually, I have plans.â
His brow lifted slightly, an amused look on his face. âSolo plans?â he asked, clearly poking fun at my earlier words.
I couldnât help but let out a soft laugh, despite my nerves. âYeah, something like that.â
âFair enough,â he said, his tone casual but with a glimmer of understanding. âBut if you change your mindâŠâ he leaned in the tiniest bit, some tiny droplets from his hair dripping onto my skin, âyou know where Iâm staying,â a mischievous smirk at the end of his lips.
I felt my stomach jump at his words, catching the double meaning. He lingered a bit too long, like he was testing me, before he pulled back, still smirking.
I nodded, âYeah, Iâll let you know if I change my mind.â
I watched as he walked past, sauntering back toward the beach. The way his shoulders shifted as he walked, relaxed yet deliberate, made it impossible to look away. The nerve of him, the audacity to be this calm, this magnetic. Maybe itâs because Iâm never forward with people I just met, especially if I think theyâre attractive, but I couldnât wrap my head around the swagger Nicholas oozed. It was like he was aware of the effect he had on me.
Desperate to wash away the sand in my crevices, I trotted toward the hotel entrance, going up the stairway and to my room. I felt relief when the cold air of the room hit my face, pulling my hair away from the back of my neck so the air could creep its way and bring some relief to my flustered self. My head buzzed, replaying anything having to do with Nicholas â the way he dried his towel in front of me, his soft chuckles, even the way he walked.
Get it together, (Y/N). Heâs just a guy. Just a guy you wonât see ever again after this weekend. Ever.
I sighed, dragging myself to the shower and stripping the wet bikini off my body and letting it fall to the floor without a second thought.
I was grateful the shower was huge, that way I didnât feel as suffocated with the warm water steaming up the glass. However, each time I closed my eyes to let the water fall on my face, all I could picture was Nicholasâs charming smile, all I could hear in my head was the way he said âBend overâ to the girl in his bed last night, and suddenly, I could feel a tension pool low in my belly.
Fed up, I turned the faucet knob to cold, shuddering and gasping loudly the moment it fell down my spine. It mightâve been drastic, but it did help. All I could focus on was trying not to tremble under the cold stream of water enveloping me instead of focusing on a certain man.
Once I was done with my shower, I wrapped my hair and body in a towel each, padding out into the cold room, my ankles shuddering at the cold floor beneath me. I changed into a casual set of clothes, thinking Iâd probably go out for a walk later. As I dried my hair with the towel, I made my way over to the window, looking out toward the beach to see Nicholas still lounging out in the sand. He was splayed out on the chair, legs wide open as he leaned back and looked out into the water.
Tired of my mind drifting to him, I jumped into bed and put on my headphones, opening up Hulu to catch up on shows. Before I knew it, hours had gone by and it had become nightfall.
I walked to my luggage resting on the built-in counter, zipping it open to pull out a bag of chips I had bought before arriving. Thatâs when I heard a light knock on my door. I froze at the sound, too scared to shuffle over and check who it was.
â(Y/N), you there?â I heard Nicholasâs voice call out. I didnât answer, standing still, my heart almost pounding out of my chest. âIf you are, Iâm heading over to the bar across the street, if you wanna join me,â he calmly spoke through the door, his voice cool and collected.
After a bit, I heard his feet shuffle away, becoming fainter and fainter. I still didnât dare move an inch, paranoid he mightâve pulled a fake-out and is actually still standing outside my door. I sat on the counter, debating his invitation, but I decided against it. Iâm not exactly sure why; any other girl would already have been out the door by now. I just had to trust my gut on this.
Later that night, at about 1:30AM, I found myself still awake, quietly scrolling Instagram on my phone. Thatâs when I heard the loud giggles of a woman outside in the hall, followed by a deep shush, the giggles falling to a quiet mumble as I heard a door open and quickly fall closed. I ignored the sounds, continuing to scroll and catch up on posts I missed during the day.
Some minutes pass by, about 10. Thatâs when I heard the bed on the other side begin to thump against the wall, a lady slowly starting to moan. The moans sounded different, belonging to another woman. Then, the all-too-familiar grunts coming from Nicholas started to join in.
I couldnât reach for my headphones to drown out the sounds of sex coming from the other side; my headphones had died just 30 minutes earlier, now charging on the outlet above the counter. Tossing and turning in bed, I burrowed myself under the covers, hoping it would make some barrier, but to no avail.
Irritated, I walked over to the counter, checking to see if my headphones had any juice that I could use even for just a few minutes until I fell asleep. Just as I reached to disconnect them from their charger, thatâs when I heard Nicholasâs voice rumble through the wall.
âYouâre so hot,â he said, his tone thick with pleasure.
I stood there frozen, my hand still hovering over my headphones. The more I heard Nicholas speak, the more I found myself inching closer toward the closet. My heart was racing, beating faster the moment I opened the closet doors, carefully stepping inside and resting my cheek against the shared wall.
I knew I shouldnât have been listening in, again, but I couldnât stop myself. It was this urge that I had to follow through with. I closed my eyes for a moment, listening past the girly moans and searching for Nicholasâs voice. My chest grew tighter, my thoughts beginning to spiral.
âJust like that,â he growled.
Had I said yes to drinks, would that have been me in there? Would I be the one moaning under him instead of the mystery girl inside? My stomach tightened at the thought, frustrated. Iâm not sure why I was letting it get to me like that. Maybe because hindsight is always twenty-twenty. But just knowing that it mightâve been me Nicholas said all those things to had I just agreed to drinks⊠It drove me crazy.
âSay my name.â
My body tensed at his words. Somewhere between spiraling and intrigued by the events happening on the other side, I had closed my eyes, achingly moving my hand to my shorts, slipping it under the waistband. What if I just pretended it was me he was saying all those things to?
I clenched my teeth, feeling a heat bubbling low in my belly as it slowly rose up to my chest. The sound of Nicholasâs voice; he sounded so close yet we were separated by this thin wall. It was maddening. I slipped my fingers under my underwear, grazing them over my damp self. I covered my mouth with my other hand, proactive about not wanting to be heard from the other side just as I heard them.
âFuck, you feel so good,â Nicholas groaned on the other side.
My breathing became deep, my nostrils pushing out all the air that couldnât leave my mouth. As my fingers found my throbbing bud, I quietly whimpered out, pretending Nicholas was saying those words to me. I rubbed myself in small circles, bucking my hips into my fingers.
On the opposite side of the wall, Nicholasâs groaning had become guttural, primal. The more the headboard thumped against the shared wall, the more powerful his movements had become. At one point, I thought something might fall off the wall from my side of the room.
As I slipped a finger, then another, inside myself, my breathing became erratic. I imagined Nicholas taking me, right now as I am, hard at the thought that I had been listening in on his sexual escapades. Maybe heâd push me up against the wall, cornering me so that I might not escape him. He seems like the type to want to be in control, and Iâd be happy to give it to him.
I pumped my fingers slowly, at first, but then picked up the speed to match the thumping on the wall. The tension in me began to build tighter and tighter. I was so close to collapsing in pleasure, but the moment I heard a loud moan escape the womanâs lips from the other side, I was taken out of my imagination completely, remembering that it wasnât me he was having sex with.
My eyes ripped open, realizing what I had been doing. I pulled my fingers out and collected myself, shamefully walking out of the closet and reaching for the headphones on the counter. I couldnât believe that I had been pleasuring myself to the sounds of somebody else having sex. Even more embarrassingly so, I didnât even arrive to a climax, so I couldnât even say it was worth it.
I climbed back into bed, trying hard to ignore the sounds coming from the other side and slipping on my headphones, putting on anything that would distract my mind.
The next day, I didnât wake up as early as I had liked. I ended up falling asleep pretty late, almost 2:30 in the morning, which was not my usual bedtime, clearly. But it was 12PM, still enough time to enjoy a light brunch before officially starting the day.
I changed into some loose clothes, making my way down to the cafĂ©. Even though I felt guilty about last night, I felt ok enough to confidently walk into the cafĂ© knowing Nicholas wouldnât be there. Either heâd be too tired from his late night drinking and stayed in, or he wouldâve started his day earlier and already had his coffee for the day. And when I entered the area, I found myself to be correct. He wasnât there.
Comfortably, I ordered the same meal from yesterday, a croissant and a pot of tea, taking my seat at the same table. What can I say, Iâm a creature of habit. If it ainât broke, donât fix it.
Almost as soon as I sat down, the barista came over with my things, setting them down with a polite smile. Tired and hungry, I pulled a chunk out of the croissant and placed it into my mouth, savoring its sweet taste. I enjoyed my first meal of the day calmly and slowly, relaxed to know I wouldnât bump into Nicholas right now. Maybe Iâd have a few hours to myself before I did. But of course, my peace was short-lived.
As I picked at my food, the front door to the hotel chimed. I was too focused on pouring myself the last few ounces of tea into my mug to look up, but I didnât have to. A familiar presence approached my table, âMind if I join you?â Nicholas asked.
I looked up, my eyes locking onto his. He had that oh-so charming smile plastered on his face â innocent, as if he wasnât the one partially responsible for keeping me up late.
âSure,â I said, pulling the pot away from my mug.
He pulled up a chair from the neighboring table, sitting down across from me while his gaze flickered down at my half-eaten croissant. âYou like taking your time, donât you?â
I felt a rush of heat creeping up the back of my neck at his casual teasing. He was wearing a faded tee, not from age but one that looked like it had been drying out in the sun too long, his gold cross chain hidden under the collar. Iâm sure he looked good in anything he wore.
âDonât you?â I asked without missing a beat.
Nicholas stifled a smirk, tapping his finger against the table, âSo whatâd you do last night?â
I almost choked on my own spit at the question, clearing my throat. Dear god, please let me not stumble over my words. âNot much, why?â
He sharply inhaled, like he was unsure if he should answer, âI had knocked on your door to invite you out to the bar again, but you didnât answer.â
I stifled a chuckle, shrugging my shoulders, âWhy? Were you afraid I was doing something better?â
Nicholasâs fingers played at the edge of my plate, smirking. âI figured you were out walking or something,â he smiled.
âWell, I planned to,â I picked at my croissant, ripping off a tiny piece and placing it in my mouth, âbut I ended up staying in.â
âOh? You stayed in?â He shifted in his seat, thinking about his next words. âSleeping?â
I calculated my answer. I didnât want him to be embarrassed about the fact that I could hear him having sex the past two nights. âYeah, early night,â I kept it short, hoping heâd drop the subject or, at least, change the topic.
I wasnât sure if he believed me, but I didnât care to elaborate. His presence was disarming enough without dredging up last nightâs⊠intrusive thoughts. Instead, I took another sip of tea and focused on not meeting his gaze.
âSo, then whyâd you come down here so late in the morning?â He asked, a grin playing at his lips.
I stumbled on my words, trying to find an answer, Nicholas becoming more amused and entertained the more I stumbled. Was he waiting around for me? Did he know his proclivities had kept me up? Did he know I could hear through the walls?
âLazy morning,â I shrugged my shoulders. He stifled a chuckle, accepting my answer without too much kickback. âWhat about you?â I asked, turning the tables on him. âWhat did you get up to last night?â
His grin didnât falter. If anything, it grew sharper, and he leaned forward just slightly, resting his forearms on the table. âMe? Nothing much,â his finger twiddled near my croissant, pushing around the tea spoon next to it, âI had a drink or two. A little company.â His eyes flickered up to meet mine.
I swallowed hard, the tension between us thickening. His choice of words hung in the air, deliberate and calculated. He knew exactly what he was doing dangling that tidbit of information in front of me, seeing if Iâd bite, but I wasnât going to.
Taking a sip of my tea, I pretended to brush off his words, âSounds like you had fun,â I spoke casually, keeping my expression neutral.
Nicholas tilted his head, watching me closely. âI wouldâve had even more fun, but I had some plans fall through,â he paused, âI had to improvise.â
Oh, the calculation in his words were driving me mad, especially because I didnât want him to have the satisfaction of baiting a specific reaction out of me. Was I right? Could that have been me in his room last night if I decided to go out with him?
I set the cup down as calmly as I could manage, but inside, I was shaking, âDoesnât seem like you had any trouble improvising, then.â
For a moment, Nicholasâs fingers stopped tapping against the plate, that infuriating smirk returning. He leaned back into his chair, amused, âYou heard, didnât you?â
My eyes nearly fell out of my head, but I tried to keep it cool, "Heard what?"
His laugh was soft but full of certainty. "Come on, (Y/N). I heard you watching a movie the other night. These walls,â he gestured lazily toward the ceiling, âare paper thin; it was like I was in your room watching it with you.â He leaned toward me, resting his arms on the table again, âThatâs why you woke up late, isnât it?"
God, I wanted to shrivel up and die right then and there. It was absolutely infuriating how he could figure me out so easily. But my suspicions were confirmed â he did know, this entire time, and he still decided to have loud sex knowing anybody in the neighboring room could hear. And he had no shame about it!
My face burned with embarrassment, and l avoided his gaze like my life depended on it. "I didn't hear anything," I stammered, lying so poorly I might as well have just admitted the truth. âIâm a deep sleeper.â
Nicholas tilted his head, that insufferable smirk deepening. âA deep sleeper, huh?â His voice dripped with amusement. He rested his chin in his palm as he studied me like I was some kind of puzzle. âAlright, Iâll take your word for it.â
My grip tightened on the edge of the table, desperate to regain some semblance of control.
âFor what it's worth...â Nicholas pushed back his chair and stood, smiling down at me. He leaned down toward me, his tone softening just enough to send a shiver down my spine. "If I'd known you were listening, I might've put on a better show." He took a small bite of my croissant, dusting the crumbs off his hands and making his way toward the door, winking at me before he exited.
Unable to fathom what had just happened, I stayed planted in my seat. Did he seriously just say that? My thoughts spiraled. Was this a game to him? Could he tell just how truly flustered I was by his teasing? Was I really that easy to rile up?
I pushed my plate and mug away from me, hoping to regain some space to avoid feeling suffocated by the remnants of his presence that Nicholas had left behind in his wake. And yet, I couldnât deny the pull he had on me. No matter how hard I tried to push it down, to deny the heat in my cheeks and the butterflies in my stomach, it was there. Nicholas was under my skin.
I tried to avoid running into him the rest of the day, to suffocate him out of me like one would a parasite, but to know youâre avoiding someone, youâd have to be on the lookout, on your toes. Every corner I turned, I checked to see if he was there. Every room I entered, I scanned around looking for his distinct tousled hair. On the beach, I hid behind my sunglasses, scanning the shore for the familiar build of him. Finding him nowhere, I relaxed a bit, choosing to free myself and going for a short walk along the water.
I let the water lap around my ankles, rhythmically enveloping them as I slowly walked along the borderline empty beach. I picked up a few shells that caught my eye â only the colorful, unique ones. In fact, I kept walking, walking, and walking until it became evening, the sun setting over the beach, slowly but surely.
I returned to my spot, sitting back and admiring the colors of the sky. In fact, I was so relaxed, huddled under my towel, that I may have yawned once or twice. As I continued to look out into the horizon, I felt a cold tap on my shoulder, turning my head up to see who was interrupting my moment of relaxation. Of course, by now, I already knew who.
Nicholas stood there, towering over me with a pair of beers in his hand, holding one out for me. âPretty, right?â He asked with a smile, looking out into the purple water.
I glanced at the beer in his outstretched hand before shifting my gaze to his face, the fading sunlight casting an orange glow over his sharp features. I kept my expression neutral, taking the beer from him without a word. He took that as an invitation to plop down in the space next to me, stretching his legs out and taking a sip from his can.
We sat there in silence for a while, the only sounds being the gentle crash of waves and the occasional chatter of distant beachgoers. It was⊠oddly peaceful, almost enough to make me forget about the tension that seemed to follow us â or should I say, me â like a shadow. Maybe, also, because I was a little sleepy.
âSo, did you find what you were looking for today?â Nicholas asked suddenly, breaking the silence.
I frowned, confused. âWhat do you mean?â
âYou were walking up and down the beach for hours,â he said, motioning toward the small pile of shells Iâd collected.
My mouth grew to a smile, cocky, âYou were watching me for hours?â
For the first time, Nicholas stammered on his words, and it was a sight I was incredibly amused by. His head fell as he chuckled, maybe flustered that I had finally caught him in a moment instead of the other way around, âYeah,â he nodded his head, his cheeks pink, âI was.â
I couldnât help the smirk tugging at my lips. Watching him falter, even slightly, was a rare treat, one I planned to savor. âI can see why you like pushing peopleâs buttons now.â
âI donât like pushing peopleâs buttons,â he said as he brought the beer to his lips, âjust yours.â
It was insane just how quickly Nicholas could turn something back onto you. The admission was so casual, yet it hit me like a rogue wave. I stared at him, half-expecting him to laugh or brush it off as a joke, but he simply leaned back on his hands, eyes on the horizon like he hadnât just set my pulse racing.
âIâm sure you say that to all your company,â I turned to face the water, sipping on my beer and trying to hide my flushed cheeks. I chose my words carefully, wanting to see howâd he react.
Nicholas let out a low chuckle beside me. âI donât,â he said simply, his voice drawing me in despite myself. âOnly you.â
I stole a quick glance at him, but he was already looking ahead, the way his profile caught the last rays of the setting sun, casting long shadows across his features. There was something magnetic about him, and the more time I spent around him, the more I couldnât ignore it. He was confident, teasing, but there was something underneath, something deeper that made it hard to read him completely.
A part of me wanted to challenge him, maybe even keep him on his toes. But there was another part of me, the part I kept hidden, that wanted to give in to the tension, to see where it could lead. My mind raced with the possibilities, each thought contradicting the last, until I was sure I was overthinking every moment, every word we exchanged.
I cleared my throat and shifted my position in the chair, facing toward him completely. âIndulge me. What makes me so different that you just canât help but push my buttons?â
He smiled, like he had an answer prepared since the moment we met, âYou donât give in easily, but you seem like the type to give yourself completely once you do.â
Nicholasâs words lingered in the air, making my pulse quicken. It was strange how effortlessly he could unravel me with just a few words. I tried to maintain my composure, but the quiet between us seemed to stretch longer than I was comfortable with. His words felt like a challenge, but also like a promise. My mind kept drifting back to the night before, to the sounds of him on the other side of the wall.
âIâm not so sure about that,â I replied, keeping my voice steady, though it didnât quite mask the undercurrent of uncertainty I was feeling.
Nicholas raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he shifted closer. âReally? Because thereâs only so much pressure somebody can take before they start to crack.â
I wanted to say something sharp, something that would put distance between us, but his confidence was suffocating, almost intoxicating. I couldnât seem to gather the words to shut him down. So, instead, I took another long sip from my beer, pretending to focus on the view ahead of me, though my mind was anything but at ease.
His smile widened, âArenât you cracking?â
For a moment, it felt like time stopped. The world seemed to fade into the background, and it was just the two of us, sitting there in the fading sunlight, with nothing but the sound of the waves and the sudden weight of his words hanging between us.
I cleared my throat, finishing my beer, âI donât think so,â I said lightly, trying to mask the effect his words had on me.
âWeâll see about that then,â he finally said, his voice low and casual, though I could tell there was a hint of challenge in it.
I was almost afraid to look at him, afraid of what I might see in his eyes. But I couldnât help it. Slowly, I turned my head, and our eyes met, the connection between us palpable. My head slowly started to move forward by itself, millimeter by millimeter, toward Nicholas. My heart raced faster and faster, it was practically thumping out of my chest when I realized that he was leaning in, too. Right as I was about to close my eyes to welcome whatever was about to happen, I heard a group of people loudly laugh as they passed by behind us. I quietly chuckled to myself, thinking that may be my cue to leave.
Satiating my dose of Nicholas for the day, I dusted myself off and stood up from the beach chair, handing him my empty beer bottle, âI guess we will,â I said, not too much of a challenge behind my words. I grabbed my chair and looked back at Nicholas with a friendly grin before walking off.
I couldnât shake the feeling of Nicholasâs eyes on me, but I powered through, making my way to my room. The second I entered, I went to the bathroom and stripped off my sandy clothes, turning on the shower to warm myself up from sitting in the cool, evening breeze. The hot water streamed over my skin, washing away the lingering chill from the beach. I let out a deep breath, closing my eyes as the steam began to fill the space.
My mind wandered back to the conversation with Nicholas. His words replayed in my head, their weight sinking in a little deeper with each memory: Weâll see about that.
After my shower, I slipped into a cozy tee and shorts, feeling a bit more grounded. I sat by the window, towel drying my hair, watching the moonlight dance on the water. The calm of the night settled around me, but my mind was still restless.
To distract myself, I turned on the tv, not caring what was on but making sure to keep the sound at a reasonable volume to not disturb Nicholas but just loud enough that I might not hear tonightâs mystery woman moan through the wall.
As the night stretched on, I tried my best to focus on the random show playing on the screen, but my thoughts kept drifting. Every sound outside my window, every muffled thump from the hallway, made my heart race just a little faster thinking it might be Nicholas arriving to his room.
The hours ticked by. I hadnât heard anything from his side of the wall yet â not a voice, not the creak of a bedframe, nothing. It was almost worse than the alternative. The anticipation was maddening. I half-wondered if he knew I was waiting, if he was deliberately drawing this out just to mess with me.
Finally, around midnight, I heard the faintest sound of a door opening and closing. My stomach twisted, though I wasnât sure why. I told myself I didnât care, that whatever he did wasnât any of my business. There were a few thumps followed by a silence on the other side. I tried to focus on the tv but my ears seemed to be tuned in on what was going on the opposite side of the wall.
Minutes passed, and the silence persisted. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe Nicholas had turned over a new leaf tonight, or maybe he just couldnât hook himself a lady tonight. But just as my focus started to drift back to the tv, the silence was broken by a clear, unmistakable groan â Nicholas. I half-expected it to be followed by the high-pitched moan of a woman, like it was both nights prior, but it never came.Â
I shouldâve turned the volume up, drowned it out, or grabbed my headphones. Instead, I sat there, frozen, as the groaning grew louder â his voice, unmistakable and far too close for comfort. I hated how my body reacted. The heat in my cheeks, the way my chest tightened with every noise, the throbbing sensation between my thighs. I shook my head, trying to dispel the thought, but I let my curiosity get the best of me.
I slid off the bed and crept toward the closet, my heart pounding in my chest. My rational side screamed at me to stop, to mind my own business, but something about the sound of his voice pulled me in. But the little devil on my shoulder told me that I had already eavesdropped twice before, whatâs one more time?
Opening the closet doors quietly, I leaned over the luggage rack and pressed my ear lightly against the cool surface of the wall, listening. The groans continued, low and guttural, accompanied by the light sound of a rhythmic wet slapping, sending an uninvited warmth through my body. It took a moment for me to realize there was no second voice, no telltale feminine giggle or breathy gasp. It was just Nicholas.
My breath caught in my throat. He's alone. The realization sent a shockwave through me, equal parts relief and something else I didn't want to name. He wasn't with anyone tonight. He was... taking care of himself.
I pressed my forehead against the wall, closing my eyes as his voice â raw, unguarded, and achingly intimate â filled my ears. My hand instinctively moved to my chest, clutching the fabric of my shirt as I fought the conflicting feelings that raced through me. However guilty I felt for listening in, I couldnât pull myself away. I was entranced.
His groans deepened, interspersed with uneven breaths, and I felt my knees weaken. It was maddening how his voice seemed to reach right into me. My lips parted slightly, my breath shaky as my body betrayed me, responding to the sounds with a heat I tried desperately to ignore.
The wet slapping quickened, a whimper escaping his lips followed by erratic heavy breathing. I lost all inhibitions, slipping my hand under my underwear. I exhaled shakily, my head resting against the wall, feeling the vibrations of his voice travel through me. My fingers moved instinctively, slow and hesitant at first, matching the rhythm of the sounds spilling from him. Each groan, each sigh seemed to draw me deeper into a haze I couldn't escape.
My mind was a mess of contradictions: shame, desire, and something more dangerous â an unspoken connection, even if he didn't know I was there. I bit my lip, trying to stay as silent as possible, but the tension within me built with each passing moment, threatening to undo me entirely.
âFuckfuckfuck,â Nicholas quickly whined out, followed by a loud moan.
I slipped my other hand under my shirt, kneading my breast, as my fingers worked my throbbing clit. I felt the rapid beat of my heart as it matched the rhythm of his breath. The heat between my legs intensified, and the sound of his voice grew louder in my ears, pulling me further into the spiral. His groans were rough, almost frantic now, and I could feel every pulse, every heavy breath reverberating through the wall like it was echoing through my very bones.
I tried to focus, tried to pull myself out of this situation before it became something I couldn't undo, but I couldn't stop. I couldn't pull away, couldn't shake the pull of him. I closed my eyes tightly, my fingers rubbing harder against my clit in frantic circles, then moving them lower and slipping my middle and ring finger inside of me. Desperate, I pulled my shorts off me, letting them land at my feet.
My own breathing became erratic, escaping through my nostrils as I tried to keep myself from making any sound, biting the inside of my cheek and shutting my eyes closed as I pleasured myself.
His voice broke through the haze of my thoughts again. "God... need you..."
The words, the desperation in them, sent me into a frenzy. I couldnât hold in my voice any longer â a quiet, whimper escaping my lips as I pumped my fingers inside me, pretending they were Nicholasâs. I could feel the tension in me coiling tighter and tighter the more I heard him talk through his pleasure.
A high-pitched groan slipped out of him, the wet slapping quickening even more. I could almost picture him on the other side â laying down in the middle of his bed, shirtless. his legs dangling off as he tugged at himself, his eyes shut as he grabbed at his hair, giving in.
My breath hitched at the vivid image in my mind. It was a dangerous thought, but one that I desperately wished I was there to see.
I could almost hear the strained breath in his throat, as if he was on the edge, about to break. The thought alone sent an electric charge through me, spurring me to move faster, my fingers pressing deeper, matching the intensity of his own rhythm.
"Please," he moaned, his voice broken, raw with need. "Fuck..."
The vulnerability in his voice, so exposed, so real, made me lose all control. I found myself unable to think or reason anymore. I was lost in him, in the sound of his pleasure, and in the dangerous path I was walking.
His voice faltered, his groans growing more frantic, and that's when I felt it â the sudden wave of warmth, the rush of sensation sweeping over me. But just as I was reaching my peak, so was he. Nicholas let out a sound so intimate and raw that it sent a shiver down my spine. Then came a low, guttural groan followed by the unmistakable â my name.
â(Y/N)- fuck!â
It happened just as I was about to reach orgasm, but I was so startled to hear my name that my eyes shot open and I stumbled back from the wall, knocking over the luggage rack below with a solid thud as it tipped over. I tried to catch it before it hit the floor, stumbling to reach for it, but my effort was for naught. A deafening silence filled the room after the loud noise quickly settled. The only thing I could hear was the loud thumping coming from my chest, becoming faster as I realized my predicament.
My breath came in shallow gasps, my body stiff with tension, caught somewhere between shock and embarrassment. On the other side of the wall, there was a beat of complete silence. I held my breath, waiting to hear something â anything â but nothing came. Not a footstep, not a sound. My mind raced, praying that Nicholas mightâve not heard the ruckus through his climax. Donât orgasms dull oneâs senses?
And then, as if the silence was suffocating me, I heard it. A faint creak â Nicholasâs door, opening then closing with a heavy thud. My chest tightened, anxiety coursing through my veins. I stood there frozen, my legs completely unable to move as if I had stuck them in buckets of cement. I felt every inch of my skin burn with humiliation. Thatâs when I heard a knock at my door, not light like the day before. It sounded desperate. I couldnât run; I couldnât hide. Nicholas knew I was in here.
Slowly, I inched closer to the door, my hand trembling as I reached for the doorknob. I tried to swallow my nerves, but I couldnât fight the fact that I felt like I wasnât getting enough oxygen. I breathed heavily as I opened the door, clutching at the edge as my eyes fell on Nicholasâs heaving bare chest.
He stood there, his chest rising and falling, glistening from the thin layer of sweat that he had worked up. A slight satisfied grin played on his lips as his eyes trailed down my body, lingering on my bottom half as I stood there in nothing but my shirt and lacy underwear.
He didn't wait for an invitation, stepping inside as soon as the door cracked open, closing it behind him with a deafening click. We stood there, facing each other, the silence hanging thick in the air. I could barely meet his gaze, my cheeks still burning with humiliation. I stammered, hoping to explain myself with a pathetic excuse of a reason, but he interrupted me with a quiet shush, still smirking.
He placed a finger gently over his lips, his eyes dark with something unreadable. "No need to explain," he whispered, stepping closer, his presence dominating the space between us. My breath hitched as he closed the distance, cornering me against the wall, his body heat enveloping me, making my pulse race.
The air felt thick, suffocating, as if the room was closing in on me with every breath. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I couldn't quite figure out what to do with my hands, so I held them behind my back, pressing them against the wall.
âWere you listening in?â He asked, brushing his hand up my sides before it settled on my hip, my body trembling under his touch. It was everything I wanted him to do to me, and yet, I still felt nervous under him.
Too ashamed of myself to open my mouth to answer, I nodded my head hesitantly. Nicholas's smirk widened, but there was no mockery in it. No teasing. His hand slid to my chin, tilting my head up so that our gazes locked. There was no escape now â no way to hide.
âI hoped you were,â he murmured, his voice low and warm, sending shivers down my spine. His thumb traced the line of my jaw slowly, deliberately.
He was so close now that I could feel his breath against my skin, and I was painfully aware of how badly my body was reacting to him. His thumb brushed over my lips, and I instinctively parted them, my breath hitching as his gaze softened, darkened. I could feel the tension between us, so thick that I could almost taste it.
His other hand slid around to the small of my back, pressing me into him, the heat of his body sending waves of electricity through me. His eyes never left mine, and I could hear the rapid beat of my own heart in my ears, drowning out everything else.
Nicholas murmured, his voice dark and full of intention, "Did you enjoy what you heard?" His fingers tightened ever so slightly on my waist, as if testing my response, and I couldn't help the small, almost imperceptible nod that escaped my lips.
Nicholas's smirk deepened, and he closed the gap between us, his lips barely grazing mine. His breath was hot and intoxicating, and the world seemed to disappear around us.
âWere you touching yourself?â He questioned, his hand moving down to my hips, my body squirming the moment his finger hooked itself under the band of my underwear.
I closed my eyes, my lips parting at his touch, nodding my head again. My hands clenched behind my back, the urge to touch him overwhelming. But I couldn't seem to move, too caught up in the magnetic pull between us.
Nicholas's thumb traced the outline of my lips again, the action slow and deliberate. His gaze never left mine, and I could see the hunger in his eyes, the way he studied me like I was something he wanted, something he couldn't resist.
His voice was a whisper, low and intoxicating. "You can touch me if you want to." It was a quiet command, but there was an invitation in it.
I hesitated for a moment, but then, as if drawn by an invisible force, my hand slid up his chest, feeling the firm muscle beneath the soft skin. My fingers traced the lines of his collarbone, skimming down to the waistband of his pants before I pulled away, suddenly embarrassed by the boldness of the move. Nicholas didn't give me time to retreat too much, though. With a gentle but firm grasp, he pulled my hand back to his chest, guiding it lower, urging me to feel the hard planes of his body.
His lips parted slightly as he lowered his head, his breath hot against my ear. âDon't be shy,â he whispered again, his voice thick with desire.
I swallowed hard, my pulse racing as I let my hand roam over his body, feeling the heat radiating from him. The muscles of his chest were solid under my touch, his skin warm and soft in contrast. My fingertips trailed down to the waistband of his pants again, this time without hesitation. He didn't stop me, didn't pull away. Instead, he let out a low, approving sound, his body shifting closer to mine.
The closeness was dizzying. His scent filled my senses, sharp and intoxicating, and I couldn't help but pull him toward me by his belt loops and lean in, my lips just inches from his.
He took charge, his lips brushing mine softly at first, teasing, testing, until the pressure grew, and I found myself kissing him back without hesitation. The kiss was electric, hungry, full of that same tension that had been building between us for days. His hand slid around my back, pulling me closer, as I tangled my fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss.
My body responded to him, betraying all the resistance l'd tried to put up. I felt his hands everywhere â on my back, on my hips, his hands softly squeezing my ass, pulling me closer as if he couldn't get enough. A groan rumbled low in his throat as his lips moved to my neck, trailing kisses down the curve of my collarbone. I tilted my head back, surrendering to the sensation, every nerve alive, every thought clouded by the pull of him.
His hands slipped under my shirt, sliding along my bare skin, and I gasped at the coolness of his touch against the heat of my body. The intimacy of it all, the way he seemed to know exactly where to touch, how to make me shiver, was overwhelming. But I wasn't the only one lost in this; it was clear from his ragged breathing, from the way his hands shook slightly as they explored my body, that he was just as desperate as I was.
"Everything I did this weekend was to get your attention," Nicholas murmured against my skin. His lips pressed against the curve of my jaw, trailing to my ear, where he nipped at the lobe gently. "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you in the stairwell. I can't get enough of you, (Y/N),â his voice rough, almost pleading, âI want you.â
His confession hit me like a tidal wave, and for a second, I couldn't breathe. His words, his desire, everything he was feeling was laid bare before me, and I couldn't deny that I wanted him just as much.
"I want you, too, Nicholas," I whispered, my voice barely audible, but the raw honesty behind it made his body freeze. His hands paused where they rested on my back, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, as if he was trying to read my soul.
I, however, didn't hesitate. My hands found the sides of his face, pulling him back toward me as I kissed him fiercely. The kiss became frantic as our bodies collided, desperate, as though we were both starved for this connection. His hands moved quickly, pulling my shirt over my head and discarding it on the floor. I felt the cool air hit my skin, but it did nothing to dampen the fire building inside me.
I couldn't pull away. My body, my mind, all of it was consumed by him. His lips trailed down my neck, his teeth grazing lightly over the sensitive skin of my collarbone as his hands roamed lower, finding the waistband of my underwear again. I gasped as he gently tugged them down, his fingers brushing against my skin with an intimacy that made me tremble.
Nicholas was steady in his movements, never rushing, always making sure I was with him, always checking, always asking if I was okay with everything. But there was a fire in his eyes, a need that mirrored mine, a hunger that couldn't be ignored.
"I want to make you feel good," he whispered against my skin, his voice thick with desire. All I could do was nod my head at his statement, ready to give myself to him.
He wasted no time, lifting me effortlessly. I wrapped my legs around him, hooking them behind his lower back. The feeling of his jeans grazing my bare center was enough to trigger a quiet mewl out of me. Nicholas groaned at the sound, his lips crashing back onto mine as he carried me toward the bed. When my back hit the soft mattress, I felt the weight of him settle over me, his hands bracing either side of my head.
His gaze bore into mine, his chest rising and falling heavily as he paused, his face hovering just inches above mine. For a moment, everything stilled, the only sound was the rhythmic beat of our breaths mingling in the air between us. As he settled down in the space next to me, propping himself up by the elbow, his free hand reached up to cup my cheek, his thumb brushing over my flushed skin with a tenderness that sent shivers down my spine. The both of us laid there, face to face.
His lips parted as if to say something but no words escaped his lips, the hand on my cheek slowly making its way down, down. It lingered, at first, over my sensitive breast, tracing slow circles around my nipple. I bit my lip at the sensation, digging my head into his chest as I quietly moaned.
Nicholas quietly giggled, amused to see me squirming under him, as he slithered his supporting arm behind my head and pulled me closer to him. His lips rested on my forehead as he slid his hand further down, enveloping my center. âGod, youâre soaking,â he whispered; I could feel his smirk against my skin.
His fingers massaged my throbbing bud, then slipped his fingers into me, his touch deft and confident. I loudly gasped and clutched at his arm, arching into him. âOh, fuck,â I quietly breathed, nibbling on my bottom lip to bite back my moans.
He smiled, âDonât hold yourself back. Be as loud as you want,â he whispered as his fingers continued to coax me, his thumb massaging my clit.
Digging my nails into his shoulder, my chest violently rising and falling as he pumped his fingers, I shook my head. âSomebodyâs gonna hear,â I stammered out through my labored breathing.
âSo?â He questioned, slipping a third finger in. Nicholas's confidence was maddening, his tone both teasing and commanding, making it impossible to resist him. âLet them hear how good I make you feel," he murmured, his lips brushing against my temple.
My body arched involuntarily, my head falling back into the pillow as a moan escaped me despite my best efforts to stifle it. Nicholas was not having it. He quickened his pace, quickly slipping in and out with ease, as his thumb continued to circle around my clit. His lips kissed at my neck, his tongue licking my skin before gently sucking. I turned my head, my hand clutching at the back of his hair as I passionately made out with him, softly moaning between kisses.
I was unraveling beneath him, my body trembling as the heat coiled tighter and tighter in my core. My moans slowly became louder and louder, filling the room, and I knew there was no hiding how he was making me feel. The pleasure that I was feeling was so great that I couldnât focus on kissing Nicholas anymore. I had to pull my head away, glancing down at his hand pumping in and out of me before shutting my eyes and burying my head into his chest again. I could barely find the strength to call out to him, my voice faltering as I moaned out, âNicâŠâÂ
"That's it,â he encouraged, his voice a low growl. "Say my name, baby,â his fingers reshaping themselves inside me to reach further
My breathing became erratic hearing him call me baby, my nails raking across his shoulder as I clung to him, "Nicholas," I cried, louder this time, no longer caring who might hear.
The sound of my voice seemed to spur him on, his movements growing even more precise, more relentless. His words, his touch, the heat of his body â it was all too much. "Itâs ok; Iâve got you," he murmured against my neck, his lips leaving a trail of kisses along my skin. His gaze locking with mine, his fingers never faltering.
His words were my undoing. I shattered around him, my body arching as a wave of pleasure crashed over me, pulling me under. My cries of ecstasy filled the room, and I clung to Nicholas like he was the only thing keeping me tethered to reality. He held me through it, his embrace steady and reassuring as I rode out the high while his fingers continued to coax every pleasure out of me, slowing to a stop.
When I finally came down, my body limped against his, Nicholas pressed a soft kiss to my lips, his hand leaving my core and coming up to his lips. I watched in awe as he licked at his fingers, wrapping his lips around them as he savored every trace of me with a deliberate slowness that made my breath hitch. His eyes never left mine, their intensity sending a shiver down my spine. I buried my face against his shoulder, my breathing still uneven.
He brushed away the damp hair from my face with the back of his pinky, âYou taste even better than I imagined,â he spoke softly, his voice velvety.
The weight of his gaze was almost too much, but when I looked into his brown eyes, all I saw was warmth, tenderness, and something deeper that made my stomach ache. My stomach wasnât the only thing aching, either. The entirety of me did â my hands, my core, my soul. I ached for him.
Desperate to have him at the end of my fingertips, I trailed my hands across his chest, settling on the nape of his neck as I captured his lips in a kiss. Nicholas replied with a soft groan, his hand finding my waist and his fingers delicately digging into my skin. The kiss deepened, our breaths mingling as I pulled him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against me. My hands wandered, exploring the contours of his back, his muscles taut under my fingertips.
I pulled my lips away, pressing my forehead against his, âI hope youâre not done with me yet,â I whispered.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips, âFar from it.â
He cradled my head in his hand, angling it slightly as his lips moved with mine, urgent yet tender. Nicholas shifted his weight, moving slightly up on the bed, grabbing me by my hips and rolling himself over on the bed as he pulled me on top of him.
My legs straddled his hips, my bare skin brushing against the rough denim of his jeans. The friction sent a jolt through me, and I bit my lip, my eyes locking with his. His hands slid up my thighs, gripping them firmly as if grounding himself in the moment. His gaze roamed over me with unrestrained hunger, making my skin flush under his scrutiny.
His hands continued their slow exploration, sliding up to rest on my waist. "I could look at you like this forever."
His words sent a thrill through me, and I couldn't help but smile, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. He met me halfway, his hands tightening their grip as he deepened the kiss. I let my hands roam, tracing the lines of his chest and shoulders, marveling at the strength beneath my fingertips. His muscles flexed as he moved beneath me, his hands sliding up to cradle my back, holding me close.
My hips began to move instinctively, grinding against him, and Nicholas groaned, his head falling back against the pillow as his eyes fluttered shut. His reaction ignited something in me, a newfound confidence that made me bold. I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, "Tell me what you want, Nicholas."
His hands gripped my waist tighter, guiding my movements as he let out a low growl. "I want you," he said, his voice rough with desire.
The intensity of his words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't hold back the smile that spread across my face. Leaning down, I kissed him again, pouring every ounce of my own desire into it. My hands tangled in his hair as our lips moved together, our breaths mingling as the space between us disappeared entirely.
Nicholas's hands slid down to my ass, his touch firm yet gentle as he guided me to move against him. The friction between us was electric, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me. His lips left mine to trail down my neck, his teeth grazing over my skin in a way that made me gasp.
"You drive me crazy, (Y/N)," he murmured against my collarbone, his voice raw, âyou know that?"
I smiled, my hands bracing against his chest as I moved against him, my confidence growing with every reaction I drew from him. "I do now," I replied, my voice breathless.
Nicholas groaned, his hand digging into my skin as he bucked his hips upward, meeting my movements. His control was slipping, and I could feel it in the way his grip tightened, the way his breathing grew ragged. I continued to grind against him, trying to coax out the whimpers I had heard escape his lips when I was listening through the wall.
Nicholas's hands slid up my back, his fingers tracing along my spine as he tried to steady himself. His head fell back, his eyebrows tied together as his lips parted in a quiet moan that sent a rush of heat through me. But it wasnât enough. I brushed my thumb against his bottom lip, slowing to a stop so he could feel the loss, teasing him with the occasional grind, âI want to hear you, Nic.â
He nodded his head, pressing me down against him as he bucked his hips upward repeatedly, desperate for me to continue. âPlease, (Y/N),â he shut his eyes closed as he ground himself against me, quietly whining.
Smirkingly, I obliged, slowly continuing to grind against him. I rested my palms on his tense chest, bringing them down to the waistband of his jeans. His fingers curled into my thighs the faster I worked, moaning louder and louder.
âFuck, I canâtââ he threw his head back, raggedly moaning.
Looking at him in such a vulnerable state underneath me after days of having to deal with his cocky confidence, it made my blood rush. I played with the button of his jeans, undoing them and shimmying his pants and boxers off just enough for his hard length to free itself under me. I spit my hand, gently stroking him as I positioned his member at my entrance.
Nicholas let out a guttural groan, his hands gripping me firmly as I hovered over him, teasing him with my slow movements. I lowered myself onto him, taking him in inch by inch, the sensation sending a wave of pleasure coursing through my body. A sharp gasp escaped my lips, and Nicholasâs eyes rolled back, his head falling back onto the pillow again. The connection between us was electric, every movement, every sound amplifying the intensity of the moment. Nicholas's hands roamed over my body, his touch both tender and possessive.
As I rode him, I grabbed Nicholasâs hands, leading them to my chest. Even though he could barely keep his eyes open, he understood what I wanted, beginning to knead and pinch at my breasts. I moaned at his touch, bringing one hand of his up to my lips to kiss his fingertips before placing it back on my breast.
Suddenly, I felt him tense under me, arching his back toward me, "Don't stop," he pleaded, his voice becoming an octave higher, his grip on me tightening. "Please, baby, don't stop.â
I didn't. I couldn't. The rhythm between us was intoxicating, building to something that felt almost otherworldly. My name fell from his lips like a prayer, and the sound sent a surge of pleasure through me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Nicholas's hands fell to my hips, guiding my movements as his breathing grew erratic. "I'm close," he groaned, his voice a mix of desperation and pleasure.
I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered, âCome for me, Nic." My words seemed to break the last of his restraint, and his hips bucked up into me with an urgency that sent shockwaves through my entire body.
âFuck, (Y/N), I ââ His words cut off as a guttural groan escaped him, his body arching beneath me as he came. The intensity of his release sent me spiraling over the edge with him, my body trembling as the product of his pleasure filled me completely, some of the creamy liquid slowly dripping out me.
The aftershocks of our climax left us both trembling, our breaths mingling as we tried to regain control of ourselves. I collapsed onto Nicholas's chest, his arms immediately wrapping around me, holding me close as though he couldn't bear the thought of letting go.
For a while, we just lay there, our bodies pressed together, hearts pounding in unison. His fingers traced lazy patterns along my spine, a small, satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his lips. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath me, the steady rhythm lulling me into a serene haze.
He caught his breath, âThat wasâŠ.â a hint of a chuckle at the end of his words, âThat was fucking incredible,â he said as he kissed the top of my head.
I pulled myself off of Nicholas, lying down next to him and covering myself with the bed sheets. I thought about what he had said earlier at the beach â I may not give in easily, but when I do, I give in completely. It felt nice to finally be seen by someone who could understand me even after only knowing me for a few days compared to other people who have known me for years and still manage to get things wrong about me.
I rolled over to face Nicholas, my hand finding his. He smiled softly, intertwining his fingers with mine and kissing the back of my hand. A smile curled at the end of my lips seeing him so affectionate, âWhen do you check out of the hotel?â I asked, playing with his hand.
âIn the morning. You?â He asked, caressing my cheek with his other hand.
âIn the morning,â I replied, my eyes flickering up at him to see his reaction.
He was quiet, not saying anything at first, however, he rolled me over and pulled me closer to him, spooning me and pressing a kiss to my shoulder. âWeâll have tonight, then,â he whispered, wrapping his heavy arm around my waist and nuzzling his head into the pillow.
My chest tightened at his words, and I couldn't help but smile softly. I rested my hand above his, intertwining our fingers. Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep to the sound of Nicholasâs soft, rhythmic breathing.
A few hours later, which felt like minutes, I stirred awake to the soft light filtering through the curtains. The remnants of the previous night were scattered around â my shirt and underwear and his jeans and boxers strewn carelessly across the floor, the faint scent of Nicholas's cologne mingling with the crisp hotel room air.
The weight of his big, beefy arm draped over my waist anchored me in place. For a moment, I stayed still, savoring the warmth of his body against mine and the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek before I rotated in place so I could admire Nicholas as he rested.Â
We were so close that I could count the beauty marks on his face. There was one on his cheek and another on his chin. His lashes cast shadows on his cheekbones, his lips slightly parted as he breathed deeply. I softly grazed my fingers over the scar on his forehead, wondering how he mightâve gotten it, though Iâm not sure if Iâd ever find out. He looked peaceful, vulnerable even, and the sight tugged at something deep within me.
I let my fingers trail lightly over his chest, tracing the faint outlines of the muscles that had pressed against me so urgently just hours ago. He stirred slightly, a low hum escaping his throat as his arm tightened around me instinctively.
His eyes fluttered open, landing on me before he closed them again for a few seconds, âMorning,â he murmured, smiling, his voice thick and husky from sleep. He opened his eyes again, gazing at me longingly.
"Morning," I whispered back, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze despite everything we had shared. His hand slid up my back, his fingers tangling in my hair as he leaned in for a slow, lingering kiss.
âAre we staying in?â he asked, shifting his body to face me.
I smiled, running a hand through his messy bedhead. "Oh, I wish," I admitted, my cheeks flushing as the memories of the night before flooded back, "but we have to check out.â
Nicholas groaned, his forehead pressing gently against mine. âDonât remind me,â he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He brushed a strand of hair from my face, his fingers lingering for a moment longer than necessary. âWe should get some breakfast together before we leave.â
âYeah,â I agreed, pushing myself up and sitting on the edge of the bed, stretching my arms. I let out a small sigh, feeling the weight of the moment settle on me. The night had been incredible, but the thought of leaving was already filling me with an unexpected ache. âBreakfast sounds perfect,â I said softly, faking a small yawn.
Nicholas and I didnât waste any time. I changed into a clean set of clothes and packed up my things, my body slowly waking up the more I walked back and forth in the room. Nicholas put on his boxers and jeans and retreated to his room for a bit, quickly throwing all his stuff into a backpack before coming back to my room and helping me carry my bags to the car.
I think I was too somber to say anything, knowing if I did, that a âgoodbyeâ might be attached to the end of whatever I say.
The silence between us felt heavy but not uncomfortable as we made our way to the café, our movements synchronized without the need for words.
As we entered, the delicious smell of freshly-baked pastries beckoned to us. The morning sunlight filtered through the large windows, casting soft rays across the inside. The sound of light chatter and the occasional clinking of cups and forks against the ceramic plates filled the air, but it all felt distant compared to the warmth between Nicholas and me.
He slithered his hand into mine as he led us to the register, politely smiling to the worker. He ordered his meal, a coffee and a Belgian waffle. I was about to order for myself when he interrupted. âSheâll have the Italian crĂšme croissant and a pot of green tea, please.â
I couldnât help but smile. That first morning in the cafĂ©, I couldâve sworn Nicholas was so focused on his book that he didnât realize what was going on around him; I had no idea he was paying attention to me the entire time.
He paid the worker for our food, letting her keep the change, and waked us over to the same table I had sat in both days prior. We sat close, our knees brushing under the table as we picked at our food, the conversation flowing easily despite the unspoken weight of the situation hanging in the air. After some minutes, the worker came over with our food, and we continued to converse while enjoying our breakfast.
Nicholas looked at me, his expression soft but with a hint of something more playful. âSo, at what point are you gonna give me your number?â he asked, taking a bite of his waffle.
I paused, chuckling softly as I chewed on my croissant for a moment before meeting his gaze. âWhat?â I asked confusedly, trying to keep my tone casual, though my heart rate had sped up slightly.
âWhat, you thought youâd get rid of me so easily?â He took a sip of his coffee, shaking his head and smirking.
I laughed, the sound a little nervous but genuine. âI just didnât want to assume anything or get my hopes up,â I admitted, giving him a sideways glance. There was a warmth spreading through me that I couldnât quite place, something between affection and the lingering thrill of uncertainty.
Nicholasâs eyes softened, and he leaned back slightly, his hands wrapped around his cup. âWell, get your hopes up,â he said, his voice steady but with an undercurrent of something deeper. âbecause I donât plan on letting go of you anytime soon.â
I swallowed, feeling my heart rate quicken at his words. There was something about the way he said it â so casually but with an intensity beneath the surface â that made me realize just how serious he was. And maybe how serious I was about him too.
âAlright, alright,â I said, smiling, trying to shake off the sudden rush of emotions swirling inside me. âLetâs trade phones.â
Nicholasâs smile widened, and he handed me his phone without hesitation, his fingers brushing against mine as we traded devices. I typed my number into the phone app, adding myself as a contact.
âJust remember weâre in different time zones before you decide to call me in the middle of the night,â I joked as I handed his phone back to him.
Nicholas laughed, a warm, genuine sound that made my heart flutter. âIâll keep that in mind,â he replied, slipping the phone back into his pocket then handing me mine, the screen off. âThough I wonât make any promises I canât keep.â
I rolled my eyes playfully, but the blush creeping up my neck betrayed me.
We finished our breakfast. Nicholas quietly walked me over to my car. He walked close to me, his hand occasionally brushing against mine before finally capturing it. He leaned casually against the car with his arms crossed. He looked so effortless, so at ease, but there was something in his eyes â a softness, maybe even a hint of reluctance â that made it clear he felt the weight of the moment, too.
We both stood there silently, knowing this was our goodbye. Nicholas uncrossed his arms, stepping closer until he was right in front of me. His fingers tilted my chin up, and he searched my eyes, his brows knitting together slightly as if to say something. However, instead of resorting to words, he inched his face closer and closer until our lips grazed.Â
The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if we were both trying to hold on to the fleeting moment. But then, as if we both couldnât help it, the kiss deepened, more urgent now, the electricity between us undeniable. My hands found their way to his shirt, pulling him closer, while his arms wrapped around me, his fingers pressing into my back as if he wanted to keep me there forever. Though, we pulled away slowly, our foreheads resting against each other as we caught our breath. Neither of us spoke immediately, both of us reluctant to break the spell.
Nicholas stepped back, âHow about next time you have a free weekend you treat yourself to a trip to LA and come visit me?â
My heart skipped a beat at his words, the weight of his offer sinking in. I couldnât tell if it was the sudden openness of his invitation or the quiet sincerity in his voice that made it feel so real. It wasnât just a passing comment; it was an open door between us.
âIâd like that,â I said softly, surprised by how easily the words came out.
He smiled, his expression softening. âGood.â He reached up, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch lingering as his eyes locked onto mine.
I wanted to say more â something that could make this moment last longer, something to ease the ache already starting to form in my chest. But the words didnât come, and instead, we stood there, wrapped in silence, our connection hanging between us like an unspoken promise.
He gave me one lingering kiss, brief but filled with everything we couldnât put into words. When we finally pulled away, he looked at me, as if taking one final mental picture of me standing there, before speaking. âIâll call you.â
I nodded, feeling the flutter of anticipation start to rise inside me. âYou better.â
He squeezed my hand gently before opening my car door and slyly rolling down the window, watching me climb inside and closing the door for me. He leaned on the door, softly smiling, âTo be continued.â
I couldnât help but smile and give him one final kiss through the open window so I could savor his taste before starting up the car. He stepped back, hands in his pockets, to give me enough room to back out of the parking space. I slowly reversed out, waving my hand at him and driving out into the street.
The quiet hum of the engine filled the space, but the silence didnât feel empty. There was something between us, something that went beyond just a weekend. It was more than Iâd expected, more than Iâd thought I was ready for, but as I drove away, I couldnât shake the feeling that this wasnât the end.
I donât think I even left the neighborhood before a phone call interrupted my thoughts. My carâs entertainment screen lit up with the contact name in big, bold letters â Room 5.
I couldnât help but laugh, shaking my head as I tapped the answer button on the steering wheel. âHey,â I teased, my voice light and playful, though my chest felt warm at the sight of his contact name lighting up my screen.
âHey,â Nicholasâs voice came through, smooth and familiar.
It was just the beginning.
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Chapter 4: said in prayer
scream chapter 4 of ikiryo is out!! it's the most exciting chapter by far, with many influences drawn from le compte de monte cristo.
furthermore, please note that the content rating has been updated to Mature (M).
we venture deeper into the belly of the most convoluted ghost fic ever written..........
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Deals and Revelry
Warnings ahead of both attempted and implied murder, along with one, early-on instance of non-consensual drug use. Please take care of yourselves.
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In a city as big as this it was easy to get lost, easy to slip between the cracks. Easy to go unnoticed even if one walked like a severely drunk sailor fresh back on the shore.
You stumbled against the alley wall, woozy and half numb and your vision was just the faintest bit off, the world around you roiling as though the ground itself had become the sea, rising and falling in slow, cresting waves.Â
Your breath was fogging in front of your face and you knew it was too cold to be out and about without a cloak, but you hadn't really gotten to grab one. Or shoes. You couldn't really feel your feet anymore.
But you were getting close. Already you could see the lights and colorful banners and decorations on the other side of the alley. You could hear it too, the sound of the Revelry, the biggest entertainment street of this city. A cesspool of backroom deals and unfettered delight.
Music and laughter mixed with the breathy moans of a couple that stumbled into the alley, the women pushing each other against the brick wall, one hoisting the other into her arms. You saw the glint of metal on one of them, the armor of the city guard and the cloak that fell down to her knees, cloth a dark forest green.
Neither paid you any mind when you shuffled down the alley, using the wall as your anchor. At this point it was the only thing properly keeping you up and walking in a straight line. You must look drunk, even if you were anything but.
You barely felt the cold with the numbness and as you stumbled out of the alley, it felt like you were hit by a wall of light and sound and movement. Lanterns were strung all across the street, reaching from house to house and the glass painted or stained, casting a multitude of colors across everything.Â
People danced in big groups or on tables, more getting pulled into alleys by one or more people, big grins on their faces. Dancers and musicians performed on the stage by the crossroads that led to the Revelry, while other stages were dotted down the street, showing off other performers.Â
Sword jugglers, puppeteers, actors and jesters all put on the show of the night, accompanied by music. Fortune tellers weaved through the crowd, peddlers with carts stood on corners and servers with strong arms brought round after round of drinks and food from taverns. Others lured the drunk or amorously interested towards many of the inns, slipping clever hands into unguarded coat pockets.
You had to take a moment to get used to everything and orientate yourself, to look beyond the street wide revelry towards the main house. Bigger than all the others, a four story building, freshly painted pale green walls surrounded by black wood.Â
Through the lit windows you saw more partying, more dancing and someone swinging through the air gracefully.
That was your destination.
You pushed off of the corner you had stumbled against and walked onward, forcing one unsteady step in front of the other. People barely noticed when you staggered past them, some even clapping you on the back and pointing towards inns before they continued on their way.
You passed tables laden with food and drink, tables where people played games, cards and dice and something that needed a knife and quick reflexes. The air smelled heavily of ale and perfume and sweat.Â
Coats and skirts billowed, hands clapping and boots meeting cobblestone like muted drums when you passed by a group of dancers.
It felt like it took forever to make your way to the main house, the Revelry that this street, this gathering was named after. A big sign was mounted over the large entrance door, made of dark green wood and gold letters that looked freshly polished, shining in the light.
You shouldered inside, heat and smells greeting you, followed by loud cheers. So loud and from so many throats they seemed to make the air itself rumble.
Past the shifting bodies you got glimpses of a stage that went up to the second floor, of people swinging through the air, colorful figures catching others.Â
The crowd cheered loudly once again, tankards getting raised or slammed onto tables in time with the jig the musicians played. Coin clattered and servers maneuvered past patrons like they were made of water, never slowing down, perfect smiles pasted on their faces.
It took you a long minute to spot him, the owner of this place, the founder of the Revelry, Quin. There were many whispers about this man who owned the night and even had the city guard unable to stop his dealings.
Face painted white with black tracks down his cheeks like tears, his lips were stained a bloody red and his grin was just a little too sharp. His canines just a tad too long. For all that he leaned back in his seat, languid and relaxed, he gave off an air of effortless power and dangerous grace.
He was dressed in expensive finery, diamond studded jewelry and silken, embroidered clothes that only the highest ranking noble houses would have been able to afford. Everything was modeled to resemble a court jester, a clear and unashamed mockery of those in power.
There were rumors about him, things you had heard here and there, whispers shared by friends and overheard from chatting guards who wishing to unsettle the new recruit. People said he had stopped being a mortal man before ever coming to this city, that he commanded the shadows and drank blood like wine.Â
That he had made a pact with something that should have been left damn well alone. Something older and more dangerous than anything else.
As you tried to make your way towards him, stumbling into strangers who shoved you onward with either laughs or glares, you saw that he was speaking with a nervous looking man.
The man was tall and broad, shoulders tense and posture wary as he gripped his tankard, speaking to Quin about something. You couldn't hear what was being said, but Quin threw his head back and laughed and the burly man visibly grit his teeth, leaning back slightly as though worried.
Quin grinned at him, sharp teeth and dangerous eyes and waved a hand in a lazy gesture. A whip-thin woman melted out of the shadows, dressed in all black and with a blank, white mask covering her face.Â
She came to stand at Quin's side and offered him a rolled up piece of parchment. Quin took it and held it out towards the burly man, still grinning.
The man took it after a long second of hesitation and the woman held out a quill next. There was no ink, but the man seemed to be able to sign anyway and you got a glimpse of bloody ink flowing from the dry quill.Â
His face was grim when he handed the scroll back and the woman stepped forward when Quin accepted it, waiting and arms loose at her sides.Â
The man got up and she followed him and they disappeared into the crowd. When Quin got to his feet, you made yourself move faster. He couldn't slip away. Not when you were so damn close.
You tripped over someone's foot, the person giving you an annoyed shove, but it propelled you forward the last bit. Undignified, yes, but Quin caught you before you could fall to your face.
"Now there, usually I have to put in some work to make people swoon like this," he said with a mocking undertone, pulling you upright with seemingly no effort at all. Before he could let go, you gripped his arms, making him raise his brows.
"Here for a deal," you managed to slur out and for just a moment it looked like he was going to send you away anyway, before he paused and leaned in.
"You are not drunk," he said, a warm finger curling under your chin to tip it up, making your gaze meet his dark eyes. "Tell me, did you intend to ingest a drug?"
Your grip on his arms tightened and a smile curled across his face that managed to be far more dangerous than the one the burly man had gotten. The sort of smile that made it easy to imagine blood being spilled and a last breath being exhaled.
"Now, I don't like that in my establishment at all," he downright purred, moving in a step, head bending down towards you a bit. He was propping you up with his body more than anything else with how close he was and you were glad he hadn't shaken you off. "Why don't you point me to the one who did that, sweetheart?"
You shook your head. It was getting harder to think and you could feel his warmth through the numbness that gripped your limbs. You had no idea how much longer you could fight this off, especially now that you had finally found him and you didn't have to force yourself to keep moving.
You were just so relieved you thoughtlessly leaned into his hold. The only reason you caught the brief flash of surprise in his eyes was because you were so close to him.
"I need a deal," you managed to say, unable to raise your voice much, but with him right there, breath lightly brushing your nose and cheek, he heard you well enough. "Please."
"Why don't you tell me what happened first, hm?" he asked, curled finger still under your chin. His brows furrowed slightly. "You are quite cold, were you outside until recently?" His dangerous grin returned. "I can find out who did this, even if it was down the street, don't you worry."
"My fiancé," you said and the smile fell away as his brows rose. "His mother is going to kill my parents and then me. They will do it after the wedding tomorrow. Please."
"Hm." He seemed curious at least. "Why not go to the city guard? I know I'm never the first resort, only the desperate and degenerate come here." He leaned a little closer still, your noses almost touching, revealing a hint of his sharp teeth as he smiled. "You do know what kind of deals I offer, don't you, sweetheart?"
"They're too rich," you made yourself say. Your tongue felt heavier than before and it was getting harder to keep your eyes open. "They have deals with the captain of the guard."
Quin suddenly sounded delighted. "Is that so? How delightful, I knew Albert was going to slip up one day. Thank you for that one, darling. But why not grab your parents and go away instead of coming here?"
"They arranged the wedding." And you hadn't even minded at first. The wealthy merchant's son had been pleasant enough after all, polite and maybe a bit reserved but not unfriendly.
Neither of you would have married for love, but during the conversations you had shared with the young, admittedly pretty man, it had become clear the two of you could have come to a good agreement.Â
Not all marriages were unions of hearts after all and there were plenty of ways to make it work. Plenty of ways to treat this like any old business agreement that both sides could benefit from. You had even thought the two of you could become good friends in given time.
Until you had overheard his mother's plans by accident tonight and had gotten discovered when you had tried to sneak away from her study. Your fiancĂ© had done nothing when your future mother in law had gotten her personal guard to grab you before you could flee.Â
Your future mother in law had put some clear liquid into a cup of water while the guard had wrestled you towards her, muttering that you had to keep quiet until the wedding. That your parents wouldn't care about the state you were in so long as you signed the wedding contract.Â
She wasn't even wrong. Your parents would never again get the sort of deal the merchant had made with them. Your parents' business would join together with hers and it would make everyone all the richer. But if everyone died after the wedding, then your future mother in law would get to own your family business through her son.
Your parents wanted wealth too much themselves and unless you had managed to prove that your fiancé mistreated you, which he never did, they wouldn't stop the wedding for anything. Neither would they believe you if you showed up with wild sounding accusations such as planned murder out of nowhere.
Your future mother in law had proceeded to shove the concoction down your throat once she had it in the cup â or part of it at least.
It had been nothing but pure luck that you had managed to take hold of the guard's dagger at their hip and draw it. It had been a mad scramble where you had lashed out in a blind panic, the guard falling back with a howl and hands pressed over their bleeding face.
You had stabbed your future mother in law right in the thigh and had run, managing to toss a vase at your fiancĂ©'s head. Then you had kept running straight here. The only place you could think of to get help. The only place you trusted would help you, even if you'd have to give up something in the process.Â
You just wanted to live.
"I see." Quin tipped your chin up again, your head having slumped down a bit. You met his gaze and there was a red, fiery glow lurking in his dark eyes as though embers had come to life. "Want to me to get rid of your parents too?"
"No." They hadn't been...great, recently, but you wanted to deal with them yourself. "I don't want to die."
"I suppose you wouldn't," Quin murmured, almost too quietly for you to hear him. "Alright then, let's get you situated."
He moved his arm to hold you around the shoulders and bending down to pick you up under your knees. His words registered and you sagged with relief at once, pressing your head against his shoulder.
You felt him pause for just a moment and you felt the shift of muscle along his neck as he looked down at you.
"Aren't you a strange one," you heard him murmur. He was quiet for a second, then chuckled, low and dark. "Just alone to spite you I will do exactly that."
It didn't sound like he was speaking to you and he turned around, walking away from the press of bodies. Even half passed out you noticed it when the air shifted and five people stepped straight out of the shadows.Â
They were all masked, blank or painted, their clothes either black or colorful. You moved your head enough to peer past Quin's shoulder and you saw the glint on metal on them, blades and daggers, armor hidden under cloaks and silk shawls.Â
They looked nothing like the guards or mercenaries, but each and every one of them felt threatening enough that you half expected to cut yourself on their presences alone.
But most dangerous of them all was Quin. He felt like walking death as he held you, something so dangerous it would have stolen your breath away under any other circumstance. Instead, it made you relax further, one hand rising to lightly grip his sinfully soft silk doublet.
Quin hummed softly and this time, the words were directed at you as he said, "You are very strange indeed."
"Boss?" you heard one of the masked ones ask and when Quinn made a low noise, they stepped past to open a door at the back of the large tavern room. "What's your order?"
"I think we're going to have fun tonight," Quin said, voice light, but if words were capable of dripping blood, his would have, staining his tongue and sliding down his chin, thick and copper-sweet.
Quin carried you down a hallway and another door was opened within a few moments. The sound of the revelry was muffled and almost far away now as he stepped into a room and a couple of steps later you were gently set down on a couch that was softer than your own bed.
"You're not even wearing shoes," Quin mused and paused when you found yourself holding onto his sleeve when he stepped back. "Easy now, sweetheart, we'll take care of that little mess, won't we?"
"Thank you," you managed to slur out and he hummed again, waiting with unexpected patience for you to let go. When you did, he spread something warm and heavy over you. A blanket. "Sleep now. Believe it or not, but you will be safe here."
"I know." And you did believe him. Somehow, despite everything you had been taught and all the rumors you had heard, Quin felt safe. Safe enough that the fear that had driven you to his Revelry finally released it's bruising grip on you altogether.
Warm knuckles brushed your cheek. "You actually do believe it," Quin murmured. "That's a first, I have to admit."
"Deal?" you made yourself ask, because everyone knew that Quin always made deals. He never did anything for free.Â
Quin was silent for a long moment. Long enough that you thought he wouldn't answer, until he said, "You already gave me something no one else has. Not in a very long time at least. Let that be my payment. Rest, sweetheart. Your worries will be dead when you wake."
You heard rustling as he shifted and turned around to walk away.Â
"My friends," Quin said, voice strong and confident and there was a deep rumble to his words, something just a little too unnatural. No human throat should be able to make that sound.
The last words you heard before you faded into unconsciousness were said with a grin that dripped with malevolent violent, "Tonight we hunt."
*.*.*
You woke up with your head pounding and your mouth tasting the way old, wet socks smelled. Your body ached all over and when you tried to shift, you ended up groaning and burrowing more into the pillow. A pillow that smelled nothing like yours.
"Good morning," an amused voice said and you blearily forced your eyes open and looked up.
There he was, Quin, the founder of the Revelry. Your memories of last were a little foggy, but mostly you recalled his warmth and how safe you had felt. You still felt safe and warm now, bundled beneath a thick, soft blanket.
"Still not afraid, I see," he mused and leaned back a bit. He wore different clothes to last night, something a bit more muted, but the face paint was still there. "I have to thank you, we had quite a bit of fun tracing back your steps and getting to hunt."Â
His head tipped and his smile widened into that dangerous grin, showing his teeth. His lips were painted a blood red so vivid you wouldn't have been surprised if he had used actual, fresh blood. "Want a trophy?"
"No, thank you." You winced at how croaky your voice sounded and you forced yourself to sit up, limbs aching. You blinked when an elegant hand offered you a cup of water.
You took it and for just a split second you remembered the way your future mother in law had forced spiked water down your throat, then you shook off the memory. Quin of all people had no need to drug your drink, especially when he had had you drugged and at his mercy just hours prior.
"What do I owe you?" you asked after emptying the cup.
Quin raised a brow and sat down on the other end of the couch, thigh nearly brushing your toes. He leaned back, throwing one arm over the backrest of the couch as he regarded you with dark, curious eyes. "You're not going to ask if we took care of the problem?"
"You always do," you answered. "At least, that's what I heard."
"A business man such as myself takes great pride in a good reputation," Quin mused. "You are correct, they are very much dead. I would not recommend visiting that house anytime soon if it can be avoided."
"Thank you." The relief was still as potent as last night, thought not quite as soul-deep, for the fear wasn't there anymore. "What do I owe you?"
Quin waved you off with a dismissive flap of his hand. "You already paid, don't you worry your pretty little head." Before you could do so much as open your mouth to protest, he got to his feet again. "And now I will be dreadfully rude by tossing you out on your ear. I need my office back, sweetheart."
Blinking, you realized that you were, indeed, in an office. Lavishly decorated, with a rug as black as coal and, very, very faintly visible stains along the hardwood that you were willing to identify as dried blood.
"Of course, I'm sorry for being a bother," you said hurriedly, freeing your legs from the blanket, but the moment you tried to get up, your feet bumped into shoes. Looking down in surprise, you saw simple shoes in your size, a little scuffed but otherwise well maintained.
"I'll pay you for these," you offered and Quin rolled his eyes as you put them on.
"Just bring them back later. Now, please go." He ushered you up and pushed you out the door with a polite smile, gesturing down the hallway to the door that led into the tavern.
Instead of closing the door, however, he leaned against the doorframe and a bare moment later the door to the tavern swung open and the captain of the guard marched inside.
Before you knew it, you had shied back to Quin's side, as Albert glowered at you so viciously it wouldn't have surprised you if his glare had seared your skin like acid.
"No need to be impolite, Captain," Quin said with a smile sharp enough to peel away layers of skin. Albert flinched, just a little and the way he averted his gaze to his feet was all the more noticeable for it. "We're just going to have a friendly chat."
Quin pressed one warm palm against the small of your back. "Go on," he murmured, leaning closer to you, his warm breath brushing the shell of your ear. "He won't do anything." He raised his voice without moving back, gaze pinning Albert in place the way a scientist would pin down a helpless butterfly. "Won't he?"
Albert said nothing, but he stopped walking and moved over to the side, freeing up as much of the hallway as he could. Quin gave you a small push and you walked on, shuffling past the captain of the guard, feeling like a scurrying mouse.
You glanced back just once when you reached the door. Quin regarded Albert with feigned, gentle politeness as he walked past him into his office, the door closing behind the two of them.
Barely anyone was in the tavern at this hour when you stepped into the large room. Some hungover people sat at the bar, stirring oatmeal or nibbling on dry bread, looking either a bit green or half asleep.Â
The place was cleaner than it would have been elsewhere after a night of wild partying. No smashed glass was anywhere, not even spilled, sticky residue from drinks. Everything from the bartop to the tables and the floor looked freshly wiped down.
The air was still cool, but not as cold as last night when you left the tavern, the sky overcast.Â
The street outside the Revelry looked cleaned up as well, tables moved to the side, chairs stacked on top, to make for easy passing. A carriage rattled through and you heard someone puke in an alley as you passed by with quick steps.
It felt almost unreal as you made your way home. Your childhood home, not the big townhouse you had stayed in in preparation for your wedding. Your parents were at the kitchen table, greeting you with smiles when you entered.
"Looking forward to your big day?" your father asked as he buttered his breadroll. "Your dress is waiting upstairs for you."
They didn't know yet. You took a deep breath and it filled your lungs in a way it hadn't for weeks. You felt free, you realized. Free of your fiancĂ© and a future you hadn't wanted, even if you would have accepted it with dignity and plans to make things work to the best of your abilities.Â
You took another deep breath, marveling at how much lighter you felt. "There won't be a wedding," you said and the words almost made you smile. When your parents looked up, surprised and worried, you added, "They got killed last night."
It was as though your parents saw you properly for the first time. Your nightclothes which were inappropriate to leave the house in, the shoes they had never seen you wear before and your somewhat bedraggled and worn appearance.
"What happened?" your father asked at the same time as your mother said, "What did you do?"
And now you did smile, just a little. It wasn't a happy expression and you probably looked more like you were baring your teeth. "I made sure I lived."
*.*.*
The Revelry was filled with overlapping conversations and the occasional laugh as the afternoon crowd ate their lunch, spread out around the tables.Â
Already preparations for tonight's party were in full swing, decorations being pinned in place and some performers were warming up, others checking the trapeze and ribbons to ensure nothing could go wrong.
Quin was at the bar, speaking with the barkeep who listened with an attentive frown. She gave an understanding nod and Quin tapped the bar with his palm, smiling in languid satisfaction.
He then noticed your approach, smiling easily at you as he turned to face you, leaning back against the bar, elbows braced on the bartop. He looked just as confident and in control as a king might on his throne.
"Sweetheart, what brings me the pleasure of your presence?" he asked as you approached. Today his outfit was as blood red as his lips, accented with black and his jewelry glinted gold, the rubies looking like drops of blood that hung from his ears and decorated his neck and hands.
"I'm going to return your shoes," you said and he waved you off when you presented them.
"I don't remember where I got them," he said with a shrug. "Leave them by the door if you like. Someone will pick them up at some point."
"Oh." You were about to step away again, Quin's attention already moving on, the conversation over in his mind, when you paused. You knew he said you had paid already, even if you had no idea how or when or with what, but it didn't feel like enough. "Let me take you out to dinner."
His dark gaze snapped back to you and from the corner of your eye you noticed the barkeeper openly gawk at you.
"Are you asking me out?" he sounded bemused and the faintest bit baffled. Realizing how your offer had sounded, you floundered for a moment, then shrugged awkwardly, waving around the shoes as you gestured.
"Just...I want to say thank you properly." When he was about to speak, you quickly added, "I know, you said I paid already, but I still want to do this. You did more than you had to that night."
The barkeep downright stared at you now, looking gobsmacked that you had interrupted her boss, her gaze bouncing between you two. Quin tipped his head, earrings glinting in the light that fell through the window. Then he smiled and shrugged.
"Alright, why not." He pushed off the bar, gesturing for you to go ahead. "Besides, what fool turns down a free meal? Lead the way, my dear."
You left the shoes beside the entrance beneath the coat rack, like he had suggested. A carriage was waiting outside, the one you had taken to this place and the driver was visibly uncomfortable when Quin smiled at him as he helped you inside with a slightly exaggerated bow.
"Fancy," Quin said with a toothy grin as he sat down across from you and you knocked against the roof, the carriage lurching into motion. "I can't say I've been asked out like this before."
"You did mention having trouble to make people fall for you," you found yourself saying and he blinked, then threw his head back as he laughed.
"Oh, I think I like you," he said, eyes looking even darker than before, his smile sharper. "This might be a fun outing after all. Say, where are you taking me?"
"It's a surprise," you answered and he leaned forward a bit, resting his elbows on his knees as though the carriage wasn't jostling the two of you around slightly.
"Can I guess?" he asked and at your shrug, he began to list places, starting with some waterholes you had heard the worst kind of stories about and ending with places so fancy and expensive only nobility would have been able to afford them.
You had to laugh at his latest suggestion and the carriage slowed to a stop a moment later. "Alright, we're here."
You got out first and offered your hand with the same exaggerated bow as he had and he grinned down, accepting it with over-the-top aplomb. Then he looked up, face brightening. "Oh my, you have chosen unexpectedly well."
You smiled and led the way inside. It wasn't easy to get a table in this place on short notice, but you had been lucky. A patron had cancelled their reservation just moments before you had shown up.
The server showed you to a table that had a good view of the stage and while he was polite, you noticed that he seemed unable to meet Quin's eyes.Â
All the patrons around you seemed uncomfortable, turning tense and quiet as the two of you sat down. You noticed some whispering and two people subtly getting up and hurrying away. If Quin noticed as well, he made no mention of it.
Just after ordering food and drink, the first musician showed up and the strangers around you stopped mattering. There was no need to pay attention to anything else when people sang and played their instruments so wonderfully. Quin seemed more than happy to watch the performances as well.
"I think I have to see if I can poach some of them," he mused quietly during an interlude. He was half done with his meal and you were certain it should have grown cold by now, but it was still steaming slightly.
He turned back to you, looking thoughtful. "Are you trying to butter me up for something? Are you in need of a deal now that your future prospect has been...scattered." He said the last word with the sort of smile that felt like it should drip blood down his chin.
"No." You knew just how damn lucky you were that he hadn't demanded a proper deal from you. That whatever you had given him that night, it somehow had been payment enough. You would not tangle with that again if you could help it. "I just wanted to say thank you."
"Hm." He watched you a moment longer, then cut into his steak again. "I believe you."
The performances resumed shortly after and it was quite a pleasant meal. When at last it was over and Quin and you got up, the other patrons hung back, giving the two of you quite a berth.Â
Quin was in high spirits, talking easily about what he had liked and enjoyed, gesturing and there was a small spring in his step.
"I have to say, that has been the best meal I had in quite a while," he said, offering his arm as you approached the stairs. You took it readily and he was still as warm as you remembered.
"I'm glad," you said. "I quite enjoyed myself as well." It had been unexpectedly easy to spend time with Quin. He clearly didn't care about impressing others or bothered to worry about what anyone thought of him and it was rather refreshing.
"Well, if you find yourself in need for a dinner companion again, you know where to find me," he said as he stopped in front of the carriage that had returned in time to pick you up. He helped you inside but didn't follow when you waited for him. "There are some artists I have to speak with. See you around, love."
He stepped back and you knocked on the carriage roof without looking away from him. You found your gaze lingering on him until the carriage rounded the corner. He had stayed where he was as he watched you leave, people still giving him plenty of space, their gazes averted.
*.*.*
Somehow, as the days and weeks passed, you found yourself returning to the Revelry again and again. You didn't always see Quin and sometimes he was too busy to do more than greet you, but that was alright.Â
His staff had grown unexpectedly fond of you, greeting you with smiles and offering free drinks on the house. Aside from the artists, you got to know Quin's hunters, as most people called them, rather well.Â
The hunters were the ones that wore masks and never showed their faces. The ones that everyone seemed uncomfortable around, though they seemed to find them slightly less unsettling than Quin.
Quin, whenever he had time for you, was excellent company. He made you feel warm and welcome and it was so easy to relax and be yourself in his presence. He made you laugh and let you lean against him, made your dreary days brighter and was well read and well educated.
You had both found yourself debating philosophical questions for hours with him and you had danced in the warm rain as summer began, laughing as he hopped through puddles with you, his make-up never once running.
He had made it far, far too easy to fall in love with him.Â
With his sharp blood-smiles and his dark eyes and delighted grins at all the joys the world had to offer. With his danger and confident grace and the good treatment of his employees. With the way he leaned in, breath warm against the shell of your ear, as he pointed things out to you or shared secrets.
"How come the boss doesn't bother you?" the barkeeper asked you one afternoon as you waited for Quin to finish a deal and join you for another outing. "It even took me a while to be comfortable around him and he's been nothing but friendly to me from the start."
You knew what she meant, you had observed the effect Quin had on people for some time now. Quin was dangerous and you weren't fool or delusional enough to not know that. To not know that you could easily have that danger turned on you should you threaten him and his.
But it was hard to forget the way he had caught you instead of letting you fall, that he had immediately offered to take care of a perceived offense that few others would have even bothered to acknowledge. That he had covered you with a blanket and gotten you shoes and hadn't asked you to sign any of the scrolls he handed to virtually everyone else that approached him for deals.
So you just shrugged and the barkeep left it at that.
"Love, how good to see you, thank you for waiting," Quin's voice drew your attention and he approached you, easily throwing an arm over your shoulders and tucking you against his side. "Where to today? The usual place?"
You had visited the academy inn you had taken him to a couple of times since, but you shook your head. "I found a new place. Come on or we'll be late."
"Oh, we can't have that, can we?" he sounded delighted, steering you towards the door and lifting his free hand in a lazy goodbye wave to his employees. "Until later, you scoundrels, don't do anything I wouldn't do," he called out, getting laughter and some hoots in return.
Hanging out with Quin had, faster than you had expected, turned into one of your favorite things. He had an ease about him that was part of anything he did and his presence had the added benefit that no one ever bothered you if you went out with him.
It was easy to tell Quin everything and he was a great confidante. Never once had he shared your secrets with anyone else and he never judged you for anything either. He spoke less about himself, but every little thing he revealed you found yourself hoarding like a jealous dragon who managed to scrape together a few coins.
Today, to your surprise, he ended up sharing more than before. Maybe it was the play you had brought him to, one that turned him quieter and more thoughtful than anything else before.
"I know you know I'm not human, not anymore," he said quietly as he watched the lead act fall to his knees in front of a demon, hands raised in supplication. "But you never ask about it."
"In all honesty, I don't care about what you are," you answered just as quietly. "I like you the way you are."
For the first time since you got to know him, he seemed to have no idea what to say. He reached out, offering his hand and you took it readily enough. To your delighted surprise, he laced your fingers together.Â
Then he brought your hand up to his lips and you found yourself unable to look away from him. From his dark eyes that began to glow ever so faintly like embers.
He brushed his lips over your knuckles. "I sold my soul to something far older than this world," he murmured, as though pressing his confession into your skin. "I never regretted it, I lead a life I very, very much enjoy after all."Â
He pressed a kiss against your knuckles, lips leaving behind red smears like blood, his gaze heavy. "But ever since I got to know you, I find myself glad for my younger self's foolish recklessness. I don't think I could have ever met you otherwise."
"We would have met," you found yourself answering, quiet but sure, certain in a way you felt in the marrow of your bones. "I would have found you."
You would have crossed paths with this man and you would have seen in him what you saw now. Someone who had shaken off the shackles of society, someone who was close to you in spirit. Someone who understood you in a way so few did. Someone who had grown so very, very dear to you.
"And I would have killed for you," Quin said, brushing one more confession against your knuckles before he let your combined hands sink down to the arm of his chair. "I hope you know that I would promise you what I promised this ancient thing years ago if I could."
You hadn't dared to hope, not when you had worried, just a little, that Quin didn't quite feel for you what you felt for him. But now your heart leaped high and soared and a happy grin appeared on your face. "I know now."
He smiled back at you and while you knew his smiles would never be soft and adoring the way you had seen other men smile at their lovers, you didn't want them to be. You liked his danger and his sharp teeth and the way he at times seemed two steps away from going unhinged.
Quin said nothing else for the rest of the performance, but neither did either of you let go of the other's hand. He held it all the way to the carriage, where he offered another of his playfully exaggerated bows while he held open the door.
You set a foot inside, only to lean over and brush a kiss against his cheek. "I had fun tonight."
"I think that's my line," he teased, looking up at you for once. "I'll take you out next time, how does that sound?"
"I look forward to it," you said and he let go of your hand, silver earrings reflecting the light as they swung softly when he closed the door.
He once again waited on the sidewalk as the carriage carried you away and you waved at him, watching him laugh and sketch another bow. The moment he was out of view, his words seeped back into your mind.
You mulled them over for days and slowly, bit by bit, you managed to tease more information out of Quin when you saw him. He never told you what sort of deal he made or with what being, but that was alright. You had access to a library after all and there was an old occultist that frequently visited the Revelry.
It was easy enough to intercept him one night and pull him aside while Quin was busy making deals. You got the man drunk enough to loosen his tongue and since he knew you and Quin were close, he seemed to have come to the assumption that you knew more than most.
You didn't, Quin had kept you firmly away from the sort of things he dealt with, but that assumption worked well in your favor.
Quin and you went on more outings together and despite his usual unafraid and near greedy claiming of the things he wanted, he hadn't done much more than share chaste kisses with you.
He was very content to take things at your pace and you found that incredibly charming, but you were ready to go further. So the next time you visited him, you leaned in and kissed him, deepening the kiss as he leaned against the bar, patrons and employees alike hooting and hollering as he returned the kiss eagerly.
"I think it's time we take this a little further," you whispered against his lips, knowing yours were stained blood red right now.
He was grinning, eyes glowing faintly when you separated. "Oh, love," he murmured in that low voice that seemed to rumble in the air itself. "You can have me as much as you like."
He kissed you breathless and took you dancing until you felt like your heart had soaked up enough joy and love to grow wings and take flight, the two of you never separating for long.Â
The next night you kissed him deeply once more and he led you through a night of delight, leaving you gasping and breathless and grinning as wildly as he did.
"Why didn't you ask for a normal deal when you met me?" you asked him that night when you were half asleep in bed with him, his hand tracing shapes across your back. "What was it that I gave you?"
He was quiet for long enough that you were almost fully asleep when he answered, quiet like it was an important secret, "You gave me trust in a way no one had in far, far too long."
You fell asleep with a smile while he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
You loved him more than ever and when your parents brought up the topic of marriage again a couple of days later, you firmly told them you had chosen your own partner this time. You were done with catering to their desires and wishes. Never again would you let them control your future like they once had.
Especially when, instead, you could spend it with Quin and the Revelry.
It took you another couple of weeks, summer fading to cold autumn, until you at last had everything ready.
A day later, on his birthday, you tumbled Quin into bed while laughter drifted up from the tavern a floor below. Laughter was caught between your lips as you kissed and he made you sing in the best of ways, curling around you afterwards, sated and delighted.
You were reasonably certain that Quin needed next to no sleep, considering that a hunter had once mentioned that he only went to his rooms to read or when you were with him. He did sleep around you, or at least something like it. He always was a little too still when he did it, his breathing just a bit too deep to be normal, his heartbeat that unsettling extra second too slow.
You waited until he grew still and deep and slow and then you snuck out of bed, slow and careful. He didn't wake, not when you pulled pouches from your pockets. Not when you drew in chalk on his floor, not when you set up candles and lit them and not when you approached him with the dagger, metal etched with symbols that made no sense to you, but you knew were correct.
He didn't even wake when you carefully pricked the tip of one finger, letting a single drip of blood fall onto the blade. That one drop swiftly filled all the carved in grooves and lines and now came the thing that had taken the longest to obtain.
It had taken you days to find people even willing to hear you out, never mind go on the sort of dangerous trip you needed to send them on.Â
But a group of slightly wild-eyed, hungry adventurers had taken you upon the offer and they had, after weeks, delivered. Bruised, blooded and broken but victorious, grins wilder than ever and their hunger sated. For now.
The heart looked unexpectedly small, barely bigger than half your palm, but it beat still and it was as black as tar. The last tether the ancient horror had to this world.
You placed it in the middle of the circle, Quin still deeply asleep on the bed. His mind was most likely at another place, maybe he was even with this ancient thing, listening to its demands for souls and years and emotions and whatever else he fed it. It was powerful, no doubt, but you also knew Quin was the only reason it got to eat at all.
He was the only one who had a contract with it, the first and only one in centuries who had stumbled across a half sunken tomb and had figured out enough of the symbols to cobble together a ritual. Even his hunters were only an extension of his deal with the old horror he had found.
He hadn't quite understood what he had done, what he had summoned and bound himself to, but he had whole-heartedly accepted it all the same. Unafraid as he was in everything.
There was no undoing what had been done to him, the occultist had been firm about that when you had asked. Quin had given up his humanity and reversing that would be his end. His soul and body and mind had changed too much already. Furthermore, he liked himself like this.Â
He didn't want to change, even if he wished he could be free of the contract.
His body bowed like a man possessed when you pierced the heart and a noiseless shriek echoed through the room. It wasn't sound but instead pressure, making the very air itself vibrate, floorboards groaned and walls cracked, windows rattled and shattered and for a second you thought you yourself would break too.
Your bones seemed to try to shrink smaller, your mind feeling like it got squeezed from all sides as fury slammed into you, your ears popping painfully. Fury and fear.
It was that last emotion, that gave you the strength to grip the dagger with both hands and twist it, rending the small, black heart in two.
It was like an outward explosion, as though something as big as a continent exhaled it's least breath forcefully, desperate as it lost its grip on life. The walls and floor cracked to the point where you half expected them to cave and crumble and all at once the candles were extinguished.
In the light from the full moon outside you watched the black heart turn to dust and then it got blown away by a faint breeze until nothing was left.
"What?" Quin's gasping inhale drew your attention and you realized you were shaking and sweating and feeling unnaturally cold.
He sat up in bed, eyes glowing like an entire fireplace full of embers. "Love," he said and his voice rumbled through the air, heavy with new power. "What did you do?"
"Happy birthday," you answered, slightly breathless. "Do you like my present?"
He scrambled out of bed, suddenly frantic and graceless in a way he never, ever was. His knees hit the ground and his hands cupped your face, glowing eyes roving over your face like he had never seen it before. Had never seen you like this before.
"You killed an old god for me," he whispered, his voice on the verge something reverent and awed as he gave off an air of power so much deeper and larger that his previous presence would have looked pitiful in comparison.
"You wanted to be free, right?" you asked quietly and when you smiled at him, you knew you still had his blood-red lipstick on your lips from kissing him previously. You knew it was dark enough with only moonlight in the room that it must've looked like real blood.
He laughed and it was half relief and half astonishment and then he was kissing you, fiercer and deeper than ever before. It felt like he was trying to pour the power you had gifted him into you, filling your veins the way you had filled his.
"I devote myself to you," he said breathlessly between kisses, each one as fierce and consuming and gifting as the last. "My soul, in light and darkness, shall be yours until my dying day."
You could only kiss back just as fiercely, gripping his hips and pulling him closer as he climbed into your lap, leaning over you and kissing you and kissing you until you felt drunk on it and his power.
"Move in with me," he whispered against your lips. "You're already a part of this place. The Revelry loves you. I love you."
"Let's adopt a cat," you whispered back and he laughed, sounding half delirious and delighted enough that it wouldn't have surprised you to hear him shout from the rooftops in a moment.
"A beautiful idea," he said, eyes glowing and blood-red grin just as dangerous as ever, his teeth looking even sharper than before. "I love you."
You couldn't help but grin back. "Neat."
He laughed, wild and free, wrapping his arms tightly around you and swaying back and forth a bit, his weight heavy and grounding and warm in your lap until the last of the unnatural chill was chased from your bones.Â
Then he held and kissed you until he got his newly gained power under control and someone knocked on the door.
It were his hunters and for the first time they had taken off their masks, glowing eyes staring at the two of you with barely contained hope and wonder.
"We're free," Quin said, still in your lap and his grin was delightfully wild and on the edge of unhinged. "You are free to stay or go and never again will you be trapped in a contract."
It didn't surprise you when they stayed, fists pressed over hearts and fealty offered but not demanded. Given, not owned.Â
"Marevlous," Quin said when they left again, pressing kisses against your face, leaving smears of blood red behind. "Precious, crafty, devious, mine."
You gripped his hips. "And you're mine."
"Until the end of time," he promised, hands still cradling your face and he pressed your foreheads together. His voice grew quieter, intense, a promise he would have never given that old god, no matter its demands, "For this life and all that follow, until this world crumbles to dust and all the stars have died."
A promise better than any wedding vow you could have asked for. "In each one I will find you," you answered his promise, feeling him press even closer, heat and weight and danger and power. "My soul will always recognize yours."
"Thank you," he whispered, thumbs brushing over your cheeks. "Thank you, for this gift and for trusting me when you met me. For never shying from me when others didn't even dare to look me in the eye. For giving me everything I ever wanted. For loving me."
You smiled and hugged him back tightly. He already knew that he had given you everything you could have asked for the night he killed for you. All without asking for anything. Without ever taking anything from you.
He had set you free from more than a lethal marriage contract. And now that he had shucked his shackles to an old god, now that he was free and still very much not human, you felt like everything was complete.
You couldn't wait to get that cat and to wake up to love and blood-red smiles for the rest of your life.
#my writing#short story#a long ass short story#fantasy#deals#jester#yo this became so damn long#i had so much fun writing this#I hope someone enjoys reading it!#implied murder in this one#heavily implied#also#this is a bit darker than my usual stuff#hope you guys like it!#have I figured out how tagging works by now?#absolutely not#I hope I didn't overlook too many mistakes!#thanks fyrenwater for giving me that one pass to write whatever I want#romance
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New Scotland Yard: A Gathering of Dust (2.3, LWT, 1972)
"Judging from the wound, the gun was fired from very close range; almost point-blank, I should think. Indicates the possibility of suicide."
"That's right, governor: he blows his brains out, crawls in here, walls himself up, throws the gun away, and dies laughing. That's cos he's got a sense of humour, he knows that a quarter of a bloody century later two stupid coppers are gonna go out of their mind wondering how the hell he did it!"
#new scotland yard#a gathering of dust#1972#classic tv#don houghton#bryan izzard#john woodvine#john carlisle#roger livesey#tony steedman#liz ashley#geoffrey toone#alan downer#russell napier#kenneth gilbert#bernard gallagher#barrie houghton#derek martin#david billa#I'm writing the tags for these eps put of order so this will make more sense a few eps down the lineâ but i do think this second series is#trying a lot harder to do new and different things each week; this one starts with the discovery of a skeletonâ a man killed around 1946â#in the basements of a factory being torn down. whilst investigatingâ the roof collapses and traps Kingdom and Ward with the skeleton; fully#a solid half of this episode is spent in this cramped spaceâ as the two attempt to deduct what they can about the crime with just their wit#and no (then) modern forensic tech. Ward is also claustrophobicâ so the exercise is as much about reducing his panic as solving the case#it's a neat twist on the usual format and i was almost disappointed when they were rescued. once outâ the focus becomes identifying the#corpse and then understanding the crime. cue many old soldier typesâ including old fave Steedman (actually in his early 40s but always#looking older than he was) and legitimate film star Livesey; this was one of just a handful of tv appearances the actor made in his old age#as film roles became less forthcoming. it all ends quite neatly and not exactly unexpectedlyâ but it's a pretty fun outing all told#derek martin pops up as a worker on the construction site; he'd not long made the switch from stunt man to full time actorâ having broken#his collar bone working on Elizabeth R in 1971
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I am asking about your book!
I love your fic writing, so Iâm very excited about the prospect of a book!
Whatâs the plot? Who are the main characters? Any fun lore details youâre bursting to share?
(Also November in Australia is evil, Iâm dying, how are you holding up?)
YES okay so:
The plot:
Edwin, heir to the throne and very-soon-to-be king, is sent on a quest by his father to prove himself a worthy future king: he must journey far to the west of the kingdom and defeat a terrible evil threatening the kingdom. With the help of Meghan, a royal knight in training, Atla, a physician, and Soarn, an archer, he sets out on this quest, but the longer they travel together, the harder it becomes to keep secrets hidden. And when they finally reach the end of their journey, they discover this great evil isnât all that it seemsâand neither is the king.
The characters (AKA more detail of the above):
Edwin:
- my prince character! Heâs 19, almost 20
- Speaks relatively âproperâ initially, until the others infect him with their speech patterns
- autistic
- Disabled, but no one except his immediate family know of it. There was an accident when he was 7 which wound up with his leg being crushed by a statue, and even though heâs healed now, itâs permanently weakened and causes him pain, either from flare ups or when he uses it too much (or both!) He blames himself for the accident.
- Best (and only) friend is Meghan. Theyâve known each other since they were 4-5 and are extremely close. No romance between them, although Edwin had a little crush on her when they were very, very young, before he found out she doesnât like men. They laugh about it now.
- Related to the above note: he also gets very jealous when Meghan is with her other friends. His father never allowed him to make other friendsâMeghan pushed her way into his life anyway.
- Terrible at taking care of himself. Forgets to eat/sleep a lot
- Does not have a good relationship with either of his parents, but he is desperate to make his father proud, hence why he so readily accepted this quest.
- Used to have an older brother. When a prince from a neighbouring kingdom visited, he and Edwin hit it off quickly. Edwin snuck him into his rooms to keep playing, and when he fell asleep, the other prince stole his master keys, snuck into his brotherâs room, and smothered him with a pillow. No one ever believed Edwin when he tried to share the truth. He very much blames himself for his brotherâs death.
- Cannot fight for the life of him. Uses a dagger for self-preservation, but again, not good at wielding it
Meghan:
- My royal-knight-in-training character! 19 years old.
- Best friends with both Edwin and Atla
- Comes from a family of scholars. Her parents have aided the king many times and her mother is one of his trusted advisors. She was expected to follow in her parents footsteps, but she prefers to protect from the front lines, and pushed to get into knight training. Her parents do not approve of this
- A handful of months before the book starts, she ran away from home due to her parents attempting to tear her away from her training. They had a fight, and she never went home. She lives on the streets and canât bring herself to tell Edwin when heâs already got so much on his plate
- Silly, smart and strong, sheâs determined to enter into the royal guard and keep Edwin safe when he ascends. She worries about him a lot. Sheâs also very soft!
- Butch lesbian
- Determined to protect others to the point of self-sacrifice, and is not kind to herself when she fails (which comes from her parents never accepting this choice of hers)
- She tends to have trouble listening to othersâonce she sets her mind on something, thatâs how theyâre doing it. This causes issues between herself and Edwin later on, as well as with Atla.
- Miiiight get a teeny crush on Soarn, until she realises the other girl is aroace. (Edwin has the same issue, and they both laugh about it together)
- Fights with a sword primarily, but can use anything as a weapon in a pinch
Atla:
- My physician character! Their age is⊠ahem. Technically 18, but their body has been in the world for over 300 years. I will elaborate below.
- Theyâve been training under the head physician since they were 13, and excelled to the point where they are now one of her assistants. Very useful on this quest.
- Nonbinary!
- They have godly heritage on their motherâs side, giving them golden eyes, hair, and two golden wings upon their back at birth. They were a cherished secret in their village, bringing good luck and always eager to help their community. They took to healing quickly, using magic granted to them from their godly wings to mend broken bones and nasty gashes. However, a terrible man found out about them and moved to the village, befriending them swiftly. They played together in the forest often, until one day, the man led them into the forest and tore their wings from their back. He then buried them alive to get rid of the evidence and used the magic from the wings to trick the kingdom into accepting him as their leader. He also uses the feathers from the wings to stay alive for far longer than any human should
- 300 years later, the gods bring Atla back to life, feeling their unfortunate ending was unjust, and Atla is deadset on revenge, but they have no way to get close to the man who killed them⊠until this quest is shared with them, five years after they were brought back to life
- Their wings were not brought back with them, and they now have chronic back pain where their wings used to be
- They were taken in by two loving mothers into a massive family, and they love their mamas, but⊠they miss their first family, and their village. But thatâs all long gone now
- Best friends with Meghan, and would kill for her if need be (âIâm a healer, butââ)
- Can speak to animals. No one else knows this yet
- The cook of the group! They cook a lot of old family recipes to help themself feel close to the family they will never see again
- Fights with a hammer! A lot of rage piled up within them from their unjust death and then consequential revival.
- Has⊠ulterior motives for being on this quest.
Soarn:
- My archer character! Sheâs 17, almost 18
- Transfem! and aroace!
- She is a Desikah (a race of magical folks in my book who look similar to humans for the most part, but also⊠a little off. They each drift toward a certain type of magic at birth (fire, water, earth, shadow or light) and very few may wield two kinds of magic. Soarn herself is an earth- and light-type Desikah. The Desikah are very much hated due to a terrible reputation built up by the king (and maintained using magic) and hunted if they are ever caught. But theyâre actually a very peaceful group, who care deeply for the world around them and everyone and everything in it.)
- No one but her father (human) knows she is a Desikah (from her motherâs side) and she will not tell anyone for fear of being slaughtered
- Has an animal friend! Her name is Maipa, and she is a Felivus (think, a cat with the back legs and wings of a raven), a magical race of creatures known for their healing abilities and intelligence. (She and Atla talk a lot). Soarn saved Maipa when she was just a kit, mending her broken wing, and Maipa imprinted on her and will stay with her through thick and thin, until death
- Her mother passed away when she was young, and her father is very cold towards her. He taught her how to hunt, however, and she wields her bow expertly, her connection to the earth aiding her in shooting true and striking her prey every time.
- She joins the quest later on, saving Edwin from a blow from a bandit that would have ended his life. She and Edwin do not hit it off well initially (entirely on Edwinâs part) but they both have terrible fathers, and they bond over that.
- She does not have a lot of self-worth initially, due to her father and the terrible community she grew up in. (the others will bash self-worth into her eventually).
Fun lore details:
OKAY SO. The king is clearly a terrible man, but itâs much worse than you think. Hundreds of different races of magical creatures used to roam the land, until the king used the magic in the feathers of Atlaâs wings to cast a massive spell upon all humans in his landâone that imbued a deep hatred and distrust in any magic. The creatures were hunted nearly to extinction and banished from the lands. Why did the king do this? He felt magic of any kind was a threat to him and his rule, and he is very much a power-hungry, evil man.
Some magical creatures still live in the kingdom, one most humans donât know of at all (Atla knew of Felivi as they were around when they were first alive). But most have been forced to other kingdoms, or into hidingâthere is an underground community of thousands, hidden away beneath the desert, that the king has no idea of. And they would all love to get revenge on the man who forced them out of their homes :)
(And thank you for asking! November has been MISERABLE. Weâve been hopping between wet and freezing, and then scorching hot and humid T.T I, naturally, have come down with a cold because of the jump in temps. Hoping youâre handling it better!)
#this took WAY too long to get to sorry!#but thank you SO MUCH for asking#I can absolutely go on and on about anything you want more detail of!#these idiots have been rotating in my brain for over five years now#I love them so so much#fun fact: this story was originally meant to follow Soarnâs story#Edwin naturally became my favourite (to hurt) and I switched a lot of things up#but I like this story much better!#and Soarn still gets to shine plenty!#Atlaâs backstory came to me while I was in NZ listening to The World Ender by Lord Huron#these tags are full of more lore snsksnsn#faye talks#faye rambles#faye writes#arnaeli#<-thatâs the official tag for the story#I havenât put much on tumblr but there are a few short stories!#asks#if there are any mistakes ignore them please#I am very tired and still sickâŠ#THANK YOU AGAIN BYE
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"Just One of Those Things" - lyrics to a jazz standard by American songwriter Cole Porter (1891â1964), famously performed by artists such as Frank Sinatra, Ella Fitzgerald, Blossom Dearie, et cetera.
#influences#i think of cole porter as one of the best jazz poets. sorry but his lyrics are so perfectly metrical it drives me CRAZY#i purposefully broke up every line where it became catalectic bc emphasizing those breaks is. so fun#cole porter#jazz#song lyrics#poetry#twentieth century#and since this is queued for new year's eve... i hope you're all out there having your just-one-of-those-things tonight#have fun go crazy get wild it's just one of those things#fun fact this is my first time putting straight-up song lyrics in my influences tag but it's kinda long overdue#but im going to be very select when i do post song lyrics on this blog. they cant just be song lyrics i like#but song lyrics i enjoy in the same way i enjoy poetry#this may be (and is) a very unpopular opinion but i do not think songwriting has very much in common w writing poetry#by necessity that is. and that is bc ive never been able to write songs#for some of us they can be very very very different skills#the modern arts of music and poetry are very diverged from each other in terms of what it takes to write a good song or a good poem#they are NOT as overlapped as some ppl try to make it seem sometimes#it's not like drawing versus painting anymore it's more like drawing versus sculpting#ps my favorite version of this song is blossom dearie's
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concert pianist!xiao is currently on the brainâŠ
#i simply cannot emphasise how much he strikes me as a musical person#especially in a modern au#unfortunately he probably had a very strict/ harsh upbringing (parallels the cruel god) in which he was forced to practice insane tons a da#and thatâs why he became so talented a prodigy#like paganini!#anyway yeah thatâs the vibe i get from him#i could turn this into a long fic methinks#~10k+ words maybe#of course iâd need to differentiate it substantially from âthat one time debussy got you a dateâ but i think i can manage#whoâd the reader be in this?#a singer? but i donât know much about singing and iâd prefer to stick to instruments i know for accuracy reasonsâŠ#(i say while writing about the flute and harp and pipa but shhh i promise i did research for those okay)#maybe some stringed instrument#or maybe they wouldnât even be a musician#although i do like characters bonding over music a lot (as is evident throughout⊠practically half of my xiao writing)#OOH. how about childhood friends to lovers?#xiao from the really limiting and strict household while reader lives next door and is much more relaxed than him#mealsothinks this could be quite fun#okay time to put this on the waiting list#concert pianist with trauma. childhood friends to lovers. letâs go.#râs random thoughts
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If B2J or ExJay do end up starting a re-revolution in the FRAU, how does it happen? An unlikely scenario but interesting to think about
Once again I went overboard with the writing so under a read more it goes! Also to note, I accidentally wrote this kinda backwards in how the fights go. It's all over the place but that's what happens when you have a stream-of-conscious style of writing like me.
Also, this goes under the version where a Re-Revolution is successful and not one that ends up failing.
It's not actually all that unlikely! (Also for the most part I am using "Ex-Jay" to talk about the 4 guys, Asa Noa Cyril and Rei, and not the band itself because the band is no longer together at this point).
Ex-Jay (all 4) and West were friends before shit went down between them and NSR. Now Ex-Jay (Asa, Rei, and Cyril) and West hate NSR. Since West's brother was hurt because of NSR, Ex-Jay has even more hatred for NSR now more than ever.
Cyril and West are definitely shit-talking NSR a lot of the time, especially online. That would probably get the notice of Kliff, who comes out of hiding with some bullshit excuse to B2J for why he disappeared. Something like he was too afraid of dying because he knew Neon J and was afraid if he came out to help them the two would have been killed by the maniac cyborg (something all of them would agree could have been a possibility considering how his robots acted).
Well B2J would not be willing, or even really able to, start a re-revolution. However, that wouldn't stop West and Ex-Jay, they would absolutely be willing to follow Kliff's advice to try and stop NSR again (and this time they'd have even more knowledge of the charters as B2J had fought most of them already).
The only thing I am debating on is if Noa joins the other three Ex-Jay members as he is in another band at the time. He doesn't want to abandon either group, but he also fears he will either get hurt if he helps or his friends will get hurt if he doesn't. In the end, I see him being convinced to help join the cause by the band he is in now as they also want to help bring back rock and take down NSR (they'd also honestly want to help liberate robots in Vinyl City who are being oppressed a lot).
As they all head back to Vinyl City I see things going down like this:
Kliff, May, and Zuke stay in the back lines gathering and giving info to the team. There is a new charter in DJ's place and all the other charter's style has changed a bit more, not to mention security is still tight even if it's been a few years since the revolution. So this process of gathering information is absolutely necessary to stop any kind of huge failure like May and Zuke had.
Noa's band would be fighting without Noa as he sticks with West and the rest of Ex-Jay. This group (which I feel is like 5 without Noa, so usually 6) would be the ones keeping back security and other things from Ex-Jay and West as they fight the boss. They will also offer small assistance in the fight against the boss (think of like those upgrades where Ellie gives food/supplies to B2J, except it would probably be more like offensive assists instead of defensive).
Ex-Jay themselves would be in their main roles except for Cyril who can't project his voice anymore or scream at all. Asa would be on bass, Rei on guitar, Noa on drums, and instead of being on vocals Cyril would be on piano (like a holographic one similar to Zuke's drums). West would take the spot of vocals in this scenario along with using his shadow for more defensive measures while Ex-Jay handles the offense.
I don't have any real ideas of how all the fights would go right now, at least the new charter's, Sayu, and Yinu's fights. But I do think by the time the Re-Revolution gets to 1010/Neon J, instead of fighting them before Eve, Eve would force herself into their path to try and stop this stupid revolution herself.
In her head she thinks that if she can stop it then she will be praised by Tatiana while also putting West in his place. She might even get to see Zuke and talk to him. But what ends up happening instead is she gets beat, even after spitting up everyone.
I can see West know the gist of how to deal with Eve from Zuke talking about it, the others struggle to get a grip on reality and even start losing themselves in Eve's mental maze that she creates. Once West is able to get to Eve the two have a fight between her illusionary light and his shadowed darkness.
It is basically a stalemate for a while until Zuke comes and shatters the reality. He had ignored May and Kliff telling him to stay, and had the other band help him get to Eve. There he and West talk to Eve. West taking on more of Mayday's role from the original game, except with a lot more hate in his heart for her, while Zuke tries to reach out to Eve like he did before (maybe with not as much kindness, maybe with more kindness, I don't know yet).
Instead of going into that silent white area that Zuke reached her in, it would be more like a platformer trying to reach Eve on top of a mountain of broken glass and dripping paint, having to climb arms and legs while avoiding the stares and shots from eyes watching. It would be difficult for Zuke to reach her, but with the help of Ex-Jay, West, and the other band, he would finally be able to get her down from her broken throne and make her see that this is not who she is. This is not the Eve that Zuke remembers, or the Eve that she wants to be.
Or something like that. It would be the end of Eve's fight, with her realizing she doesn't need other people to complete her, but also that she has done some shitty things since the last revolution. She is able to look into a mirror and see what she has become, and how she is not happy with it. This would be the moment where she tries to actively make things better for not just herself, but also for people around her. Zuke would tell her that people change, sometimes for better, and sometimes for worse. It's up to you to choose for yourself how you want to change, and to not rely on other people to tell you who you are.
I was going to say I think West would have some kind of thing going on in this part, but I like the idea that Eve is Zuke's final boss. So gonna backtrack a tiny bit to Yinu's boss fight where I think West would have some revelations.
I like the idea that West and Zuke make up before this Re-Revolution takes place, however I still think they have problems. Problems mainly stemming from West trying to be too controlling of Zuke's life for fear of losing him. The same problem that Mama and Yinu have going on right now.
I'm not sure how the fight would play out all that much, but I can see West seeing the pain Yinu is going through because of Mama and somehow seeing Zuke and his relationship reflected between them. Maybe one of Ex-Jay makes a comment to West about it in passing while fighting. As he realizes this, his vocals would change to try and encourage Yinu to speak up while trying to snap Mama out of her blind rage.
What ends up happening is that Yinu and Mama grow stronger separately. Mama becomes even more angry while Yinu grows in confidence at trying to speak up about her situation. She is getting lost in her own thoughts and playing faster to try and keep up with them. This starts to make the fight harder for the rockers, making Ex-Jay try to shut West up and try to make him realize he is boosting their power and making it harder to fight. It seems like Mama and Yinu are about to start over powering the rockers.
Only for the music to stop. Yinu stops playing as Mama hits the ground or something knocking West and Ex-Jay on their asses. Mama tries to tell her to keep playing, but instead of starting back up she says no. She won't. Mama probably starts yelling at Yinu to stop disobeying and asking her if she wants to lose!? Does she want to have these idiots ruin her performance like this!? Does Yinu even care about what her stopping to play means!?
And Yinu tells her yes. She does know what it means. Yes, she does want them to win. Yes. She wants to lose. Yinu doesn't want to do this anymore. She doesn't want to fight. She just wants all of this to stop and for Mama to go back to being her mother, to care for her like she used to, to stop trying to control every second of her life because she is afraid something bad might happen. Mama IS the bad thing in Yinu's life right now, and she can't breathe of live like this anymore. If she has to play one more song, one more note, for a cause she doesn't care for anymore, she is going to break down.
He explains that his mother cares about her, and this is how she shows it. It sucks, sure, and it is love, but it's not right trying to control someone. Yinu is her own person, and she should be able to make her own decisions. And he explains how he had to relearn that with his own brother, who he was treating like Mama was treating Yinu, and how their relationship will never be the same, but that with work it can get better.
Mama listens to all of this. To West and Yinu talk. And she calms down enough to realize she is the reason Yinu looks like she is about to wither away. It wasn't the revolution, it's not puberty, it isn't the music. It's her. She is the one who has made Yinu stress so much that almost all her flowers are gone and her hair is rooted all the time.
And Mama breaks down. She cries for the first time since Papa died and she hugs Yinu and apologizes for everything. The two leave the level/hall, not even caring to stay and make sure things get cleaned up or to answer Tatiana's calls about what is going on. They just leave and go home to try and talk through all their problems. West and Ex-Jay continue onward.
Okay I was gonna jump back to 1010, but I am actually gonna go back further to Sayu's fight. I like to think that the fight with Sayu is supposed to fix the kind dysfunctional aspect of 3 bands working together on a whim while also fixing the Crew's tendency to not work as a team.
However the fight with the new Charter went fine (won't be going into that fight since I have no charter ideas right now) but it was still a bit sloppy and had some problems. Ex-Jay were a bit too aggressive and headstrong, trying to quickly take out the bosses without caring for their own safety. West is trying to match Ex-Jay but the rhythm keeps fucking up and their attacks end up colliding and doing less damage. Not to mention West is more of an offensive attacker while being forced to play defense because of Ex-Jay's fighting style. Then Noe's band don't have a drummer so all of their attacks/assists are also out of rhythm and sometimes they accidentally help the boss (at least all of this is true for the first charter and a majority of Sayu's fight).
Sayu is a lot more defensive in her fight, making it so the surrounding and mods do most of the fighting for her. This is so she isn't seen as a threat by the public, but it also kinda makes her (the Crew) controlling of the environment. At times you can hear Sayu between lyrics say stuff like "No! That was the wrong attack!" or "Stay consistent! You're off beat!"
But it's not always the same "voice" coming out of Sayu, showing that sometimes Remi Sofa or Dodo will yell over Tila to give a command. Or sometimes Sayu (Dodo) will move a piece of the environment to better fit his movement or Tila will give a line like "Now watch this!" and nothing will happen because she wanted Remi to change the design or Dodo to strike a pose and neither knew what she was expecting so neither did something.
It really just becomes a mess of two groups failing to communicate with each other as they fight. Once Sayu starts arguing with "herself" (the Crew's arguments and frustrations are being heard like at the end of the original fight, except it happens earlier) that is when the rockers realize they need to communicate better in order to win.
While Sayu is still fighting with herself and the rockers have a moment to talk, they quickly make a plan with roles on who is doing what and are finally able to work as an actual team. They use this to go back to fighting and start pressuring Sayu again.
Only for Sayu to start fighting back herself. It starts with a fist into the ground as Dodo finally gets sick of arguing and tries to end the fight. Which just causes more in-fighting between the Crew as they are afraid of what the public would think only for Dodo to say something like "we will lose a lot more if we don't win this fight! Now start fighting!"
Tila's singing creates music notes, Remi changes Sayu's model more often to give more advantages to Dodo (even going into special holiday themes that have extra accessories for Dodo to use), and Sofa is moving the environment, cutting of access points, and just making it difficult to do anything.
The two groups are finally working together but the rockers end up coming out on top because they are able to push Sayu back more and more, taking advantage the cracks of dysfunction that appears every so often during the fight and breaking through Sayu's defenses.
In the end I think Sayu wouldn't break like she does at the end of the original fight, but she would break down and start crying as Tila can no longer sing and sobs into the microphone. That stops all the fighting as Tila says out to the public she is so afraid of losing everything, her friends, her job, her life. She is terrified of going back home and she can't do this anymore.
We can hear the other voices come out of Sayu trying to comfort Tila and Sayu's body looks like it is side hugging nothing (Dodo is holding Tila). The stress these teens have gone through finally comes out into the public, along with some implications that their families are not great.
And so the rockers offer to stop fighting and just talk in private, which the Crew allow and they go into Sayu's eye thingy and end up in Sayu's studio. The show is cut so people aren't just looking at a still, unmoving Sayu. And the rockers and Crew talk for a while. Ex-Jay and Noa's band telling them their options and explaining how things in life work. Rei and Remi talking about being trans comes up. Cyril talking about abusive parents and how to get out of situations. West trying to offer a safe place for them to hang out at so they don't have to go back to their parents after all of this.
The fight between the rockers and Sayu is ended, but the Crew's fight for their lives have really just begun.
Okay, finally jumping back to after Eve's fight, it is now time to talk about 1010's fight. They are now the last fight before Tatiana and are NSR's last hope to defend itself from Rock.
1010 don't want and can't fight back. At least not like they were able to last time with finger guns, Bio Tactical Shields, and rocket flight. I don't even think Neon J has a flying factory anymore, I doubt they would allow him to have access/the ability to create a giant robot army considering the public's perception of robots.
So instead of fighting 1010 first, you are fighting Neon first. Neon and DJSS who surprises everyone by showing up to help Neon. This whole fight takes place on an elevated stage so that you can't directly hit any of these enemies (think like DJ and Sayu's fight where you need projectiles and parries to fight properly).
DJSS acts more as a shield for 1010 and Neon, kinda like how Mama protected Yinu, while Neon is shooting charged up energy beams from a gun/blaster he has and commanding machinery to attack, confuse, and separate the rockers. Things like fog machines, confetti canons, beams of blinding light, those actual canons that shoot the parriable beam in the parry only fight. Not to mention the high security that is keeping Noa's band away from the fight.
It is just Ex-Jay and West against 1010, Neon and DJSS. 1010 aren't really fighting back, sometimes they will sing out and notes go flying at the rockers, but for the most part this is an actual battle, not some kind of show (there is still music playing, but it is a weird remix of DJ and 1010's music which add in rock as the battle continues).
Anyway, I see it as a fight to try and break the stage that 1010 are on. You have to get past Neon and DJ. Neon commanding certain attacks which are hard to dodge but easy to see coming, and DJ slamming the ground or shooting a sun beam which is hard to see coming but fairly easy enough to dodge.
Depending on who goes down first changes the dynamic of the fight. At first it is mainly just Neon and DJ taking turns attacking while 1010 will occasionally sing.
If DJ is taken out first (cracking his helmet more) then Neon's attack become faster and more sporadic, but 1010 are easier to hit without DJ. However, Neon will stand in the way of most of the shots to body block for 1010. Some shots do still get through and damage 1010. You need to get Neon out of the way before finally getting to 1010.
Once you defeat Neon he will send out one last attack before collapsing which only Cyril and West dodges. The other rockers are knocked away.
If Neon goes down first then DJ will catch Neon and fully protect him and 1010 with one arm. There is no way to damage 1010 or Neon during this phase, but DJ's attacks are slower though more powerful as their anger grows. They leave their head open to attacks though.
Once you crack open DJ's head again, he does one last sweeping motion that Cyril and West dodge while the other rockers get knocked away. Then DJ leaves as he doesn't want his black hole to harm 1010 or Neon.
There has not been a lot of talking that went on between the two sides by this point, maybe some quick banter or insults thrown out from each side, but nothing major. Now that it is only 1010, Cyril, and West though, they start to talk.
White asks why they are doing this, what their problem is with them and EDM. He tells them to just suck it up and deal with life, that this kind of tantrum they are showing is stupid and won't change anything. Life sucks and they should get over themselves.
Each time an attack is thrown at 1010, White hits it away, usually to another 1010 but sometimes just away where it will hit the ropes/wires holding the stage up. Each hit does do damage to White, but it's just the arms that are losing their casing and exposing the internal workings.
Well as West and Cyril continue to attack and listen to White, they end up explaining all the pain that NSR has done. All the suffering people have gone through. How specifically these two were hurt by 1010's actions and their lives were ruined.
And that is when White recognizes them as the people Blue attacked long before the revolution started. White tells the rockers that they are stupid for thinking that they have a problem with them, when in reality they have a problem with Blue. And so White grabs Blue by the collar, drags him to the edge of the stage as Blue begs him to stop and the rest of 1010 tell White to knock it off, and throws him off the stage onto the ground in front of West and Cyril.
White tells them to go ahead and kill him if they wanted revenge so badly, all while the rest of 1010 were shocked and afraid, and Blue is already pretty badly damaged by the fall and White redirecting attacks.
Blue just quietly apologizes over and over for everything he did and how sorry he is that things ended up this way. Apologizing to White, to Neon, to West and Cyril. He was just so afraid to lose his family that he did what he thought was right and obviously he was wrong.
West and Cyril are too shocked to do anything at first. Cyril breaks the silence by asking White what the fuck was wrong with him and how he could just throw Blue down like that. Only for White to grab Red and throw him down saying "Easy, like this." He goes on to explain how they don't matter. They are just robots, tools for NSR to use. 1010 is already dead as far as he is concerned.
White continues to throw down Yellow and Green, breaking them a lot too. West calls him sadistic and messed up for betraying 1010. White explains he isn't sadistic, only that he has accepted that no matter who wins this fight, Tatiana is going to scrap them as 1010 is no longer useful to NSR.
He explains some things that have happened behind the scenes that no one knows about. How Tatiana killed Purple, how the other artists became abusive or messed up, how 1010 are basically trapped working for NSR and will never be let go to live normally.
"NSR is dying and 1010 is going to die with it! Why can't you idiot rockers just let us die in piece!?" He screams as he slams his foot onto the stage only for it to finally shatter/break and he falls down in front of West and Cyril, just as broken as the rest of 1010.
Cyril is the one to reach out to 1010 and try to help them up. He no longer feels the rage inside of him to hurt 1010 because now he sees how much they have been fucked up in their situation. He feels sorry for them. He tells them to keep fighting and don't give up. If they beat Tatiana then he'll make sure they are able to get away from NSR.
He then tells them that if this works, then to move to his country where robots are accepted and that maybe 1010 and Ex-Jay can start over, without musical politics getting in the way. Keep fighting for a brighter tomorrow, not for the world but for yourself.
After the 1010 fight, and a small recuperation, the rockers head to Tatiana.
Tatiana is not playing around or trying to reason with the rockers. This can be seen right as West and Ex-Jay pass through her office door just as she uses her time powers to shut and lock the door, cutting off Noa's band from the rest of them. She then knocks Ex-Jay and West onto the ground with a sweeping fist and walks to the center of the stage.
Here she starts to tell them how pathetic their sacrifice will seem once they are defeated. She summons her first clock hand and turns to them, where she explains that if they think Bunk Bed Junction were hurt, just wait until she is done with them.
She teleports quickly and the only reason she didn't immediately kill one of them is because Rei was able to use his guitar to block her sword. This give enough time for the rest of the group to get up and spread out. They start attacking Tatiana as best as they can.
Rei and Asa are the physical hitters with their guitars while Cyril and Noa send music notes at her with their piano and drums. West is trying to use his shadows to stop or slow her down long enough to actually be hit but her flames keep destroying his shadow so all he can do is try to use it to block her physical attacks, everyone has try try and dodge the fireballs.
Considering it is 5v1, Tatiana does surprisingly well. She doesn't play games or mess around. Quickly breaking some strings and keys off of instruments as she attacks causing the rockers' attacks to weaken as they lose essential parts of their music.
Tatiana is able to knock out a few of the rockers, only not killing them because of West's shadow taking the sharpness of the blade but the blunt force trauma still hits Noa and Asa. Rei is on the ropes while West is getting tired and weak. The only one who seems to be faring okay in the fight is Cyril, and that is not saying much because Tatiana's has kinda been ignoring him.
To Tatiana, he isn't special. His piano skills are subpar compared to the rest of the bands' musical talents. He is small and can barely talk half the time. She is just getting rid of the more dangerous threats before she moves onto attacking him.
Cyril is doing all he can to keep playing and keep fighting Tatiana even as he sees his friends get knocked out and hurt by her. He realizes she is ignoring him and so he tries to quickly run to the door to unlock it and get the rest of the rockers into the level only for Tatiana to teleport behind him and hit him full force back into the center of the stage.
It is just Cyril and Tatiana now as she knocked out Rei and West when Cyril ran. He is on the ground below her as she is about to throw the last hit against him.
And he teleports himself out of the way. Something he has not been able to do since Blue destroyed his pocket watch years ago. Both of them are shocked by this. Cyril realizes the clock below the floor is allowing him to tap back into his time powers, and so he sets up his holo keyboard again and starts attacking Tatiana while also dodging her own attacks.
As Cyril and Tatiana fight, B2J and the rest of the band are able to break through the doors. The other band is able to get the knocked out rockers into the hallway while Zuke and Mayday take Rei and Asa's guitars and get ready to fight with Cyril. Only for them to see the glowing crown and decided to attack that.
Tatiana finally realizes the others are here and tries her best to attack them instead of Cyril, but he is making it difficult for her to hit them, literally grabbing at her and teleporting her away from them when he can, exhausting his powers.
The three fight together, mainly Cyril damaging Tatiana and protecting B2J while B2J dodge and attack the crown. Mayday and Tatiana have their banter similar to the original end game. Cyril adds on how rock may not save the city from blackouts, but it's going to save the city from NSR.
As they overpower Tatiana thanks to Cyril's powers and playing, they end up defeating her and blowing up the Crown where Kul Fyra's guitar is.
Similar end scene where Mayday says Kul Fyra was her idol, with Cyril also saying that is why he started rock in the first place. Tatiana telling them to basically shut up and having idols was for fools.
I don't know if the power is much of a thought in the re-revolution, probably not to Cyril, but May still does the whole "rock is better than EDM power-wise" only to find out it is the same energy output as EDM (like 45% since the music they played was more fueled by revenge than passion, and the EDM being played recently has faltered in passion).
For the actual end I don't know if Kliff still does the satellite hack. It's been years so the satellite would not be on his mind. He would definitely say that Cyril and B2J are now the royalty of Vinyl City, the new NSR baby!
B2J would reject that title because they don't feel like they could actually run NSR. Cyril knows he would be able to with Ex-Jay by his side, but he is silent for a moment. Only to say that Kliff used them, about how this was never about power or helping the rest of them get closure! It was about Kliff trying to get to Tatiana!
Cyril would end up feeling stupid and yelling at Kliff. That this whole situation is his fault. Leading May and Zuke to also realize that if Kliff never pushed them so much, they might not have gotten injured so badly.
At this point in the story I don't actually have any ideas. Kliff would do something that would cause the Rockers to help NSR, probably the satellite but maybe something else. Really it would just be the Rockers wanting to help the Megastars more than help Tatiana, because people like 1010, Yinu, and Sayu didn't deserve what they went through. Neon, Eve, DJ, and Mama all deserve second chances to become the better people that they showed they could be.
So the rockers help save NSR, restoring the power to NSR but also bringing the outside change needed to finally break down the toxic environment that has been leaching out of NSR for years.
New Megastars are brought on while old ones retire or take temporary leaves of absences. Tatiana shares her power more openly with Mystery Man and possibly another CEO brought on so that there is a checks-and-balance system now in NSR. Musical freedom is finally allowed to flourish along with blackouts being only a very rare thing that happens.
NSR will never be the same again, but that's for the better.
#nsr#no straight roads#nsr au#failed revolution#eritalks#eriau#noart#asks#i am so sorry this is so long!#i got really into the writing of this piece!#it became so self indulgent!#especially the 1/010 part!#i love this au so much!#wish i knew how to properly write#this would have been so much better#oh well!#i had a LOT of fun!
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âugh people are only hating on homestuck now because theyâre embarrased they were a homestuck teen, the comic rules actually đ€â
no people are hating on homestuck because itâs shit
#i love homestuck but i also fucking hate it because of how bad it became lol#it's been one of my major fixations for over a decade#and i will defend acts 1 - 4 with my fucking life i legitimately think they're great#and i still like A5A1 & A5A2 i just think A5A1 was too long and A5A2 left out too much lol#but yes act 6 is utter shit no you can't change my mind#there are things in act 6 i like hell caliborn is literally my favourite character he's fucking great#but overall it's just fucking awful#and when it is LITERALLY 60 - 70% of the entire comic yeah no i think it's reasonable to say that homestuck overall is shit because of that#also you can still fucking enjoy things that are bad you don't have to go and god-defend them#if anyone's insecure about their interests it's the people who piss and cry whenever you criticise the comic lmfao#and i'm not even ashamed i was a cringy homestuck teen i'll own that shit LOL#like yeah sure i was cringy and embarassing but ultimately i was just a kid having fun#i'm not 'embarrased' or 'ashamed' of that at all#homestuck was a major part of my life and it influenced both my writing and art so fucking much#hell it's the main reason why i'm making my own comic#also something i've noticed is that anyone on tumblr who says 'this rules acktually' tend to be really fucking annoying and#have the most shit takes LMAO#dax rambles
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INTERNAL DOCUMENT - FOR REVIEW PURPOSES ONLY
Proposed Anomaly Classification for Recovered Object #01039-A, pending approval
SCP-[PENDING] - "Inside Out Hurricane"
Containment Class: Euclid Keter Disruption Class: VLAM EHKI Risk Class: Danger
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-[PENDING] is contained almost entirely within the boundaries of SCP-[PENDING]-A. [PENDING]-A should be kept closed and locked at all times unless otherwise directed by Research Supervisor [Unassigned]. A perimeter is to be maintained around the lot where [PENDING]-A sits at all times by Foundation staff posing as private security. A gated fence no less than 25ft in height should be placed around all entrances to SCP-[PENDING]-A to obstruct view from publicly accessible areas near the site. Description: SCP-[PENDING]-A is a large industrial facility with hangar-style doors at either end as well as 5 smaller staff entrances. The building is approximately 150' by 490' by 35' in volume. Brand markings on the hangar are heavily degraded, but the logo appears to have superficially resembled an unusual crown-like shape composed of four sets of horns, below which is the text "Ekur Industries, est. [indecipherable]" The exterior of the building is otherwise unremarkable. SCP-[PENDING] is an intense storm contained entirely within the interior dimensions of [PENDING]-A. The storm features extraordinary wind speeds and heavy rain that fully obscures vision beyond 2.1 meters, though lightning flashes are occasionally visible through the storm. No recording equipment has been recovered after entering the storm barrier. A specially constructed anemometer anchored from outside the building measured a sustained wind speed of at least 287.4 mph (462.5 km/h, 421.5 ft/s, 128.5 m/s), exceeding the highest reliably recorded non-tornado wind speed on Earth. Gust speeds were recorded up to 422 mph before the device suffered a catastrophic failure, prior to the completion of a 5-minute mean speed test. The maximum structural integrity of the device was designed to withstand wind speeds up to 465 mph. Water samples collected after expulsion from the storm barrier are consistent with that of non-anomalous Earth seawater. A best-fit analysis suggests the water originated somewhere in the north Arabian Sea or the Persian Gulf. The internal dimensions of the storm are unknown but believed to exceed the external dimensions of the building by a considerable margin. A successful method of measuring the scale of the storm has yet to be devised.
Addendum 01039-A.02: An exploratory mission was conducted at Entrance B, one of the staff entrances to SCP-[PENDING]-A located on the southwest exterior wall. Entrance B leads to a raised section of the facility interior presumably used by a site administrator. Much of the accessible area is unremarkable, containing various maintenance equipment and standard water and electrical infrastructure. A door of unusual construction sits at the highest accessible point within Area B. The door is a seamless, dusty tan stone that leaves no gaps around the edges, has no visible handle or opening mechanism, and is featureless apart from an adjacent sign that reads, "IT IS FORBIDDEN." Addendum 01039-A.03: EXPLORATORY LOG FOR AREA B, ââ/ââ/20ââ The first sign of something unusual was Research Advisor 2381. As soon as he saw the warning sign outside the stone door, he stopped dead and pointed at it. What follows is an audio transcript for the exploratory mission, consisting of Research Team 2381 (Dr. âââââ ââââââââ), 2607 (ââââ âââââââ), Research Lead 1670 (Dr. "âââââ âââ" ââââââââ), and Mission Supervisor 0983 (Dr. ââââââ âââââ), as well as several D-Class security personnel. 2381: "No one said that sign was in Spanish." 2607: "It's not. 2381: "Exactly." 2607: "Come again?" 2381: "I'm seeing it in Spanish." 1670: "Cognitohazard?" 0983: "Not necessarily." 1670: "[2381], what was your first language?" 2381: "Spanish." 0983: "Psychic. Everyone here have anti-memetic training?" [various noises of assent} 0983: "Good. What we're dealing with just got more interesting. If there's anything conscious behind that door, it could be anything from a low level psychic to a reality bender. Keep that Kant counter on. [2607], if you hear so much as a BLIP on that thing you call it out IMMEDIATELY."
Approximately 1 hour 16 minutes later, the team successfully opened the door and proceeded inside.
2607: "Clear so far." 2381: "Let's hope it stays that way." 0983: "Well, well. What have we here?" 1670: "Mission control be advised the room looks like an office, but everything in it is...out of place. It looks more like a museum than anything. Various maps and texts pinned to the walls. Some old artifacts. Very old statuettes and things. Normal looking desk with a lot of papers on it. There's a large viewing window overlooking the storm. Can't see a fucking thing through it, of course. Can't hear it either, though, so the glass is VERY solid. Soundproofed somehow." 2381: "Map on the wall shows ... Middle East, but it's not modern. It LOOKS like it was taken from a satellite, but there's ... it's like civilization hasn't happened yet. There's almost no cities on here at all, and I don't recognize any of the names. Might need to bring in [REDACTED] from Site-ââ, she has a background in Assyriology." 1670: "What is that thing MADE of? Looks like leather." 2381: "Very old leather. Sheep skin, maybe? God I hope it's sheep." 1670: "Desk is covered in old writing. Paper is all falling apart old. There's a tablet, too." 0983: "Is it on?" 1670: "Uh, not that kind of tablet, sir. Some kind of clay or stone. There's writing on it, but ... it's weird." 2607: "CLICK." 0983: "What was that?" 1670: "It's ... I can read it." 2607: "Clicks, sir. Something on the Kant counter." 1670: "I don't even know what LANGUAGE this is." 2381: "I'd guess Sumerian, based on this map. If not older." 0983: "What are you reading, [2607]? 1670: "'You who would come so far, for what do you come?'" 2607: "It's coming from the statue, I think." [several audible pops from the Kant counter] 2301: "Statue ... plaque under it says ... 'The Founder, N. Lil'?" 1670: "'For what do you invoke my name? This place is not your place, our purpose is not your purpose...'" 0983: "[1670], stop reading that right now!" [popping sounds increase in frequency and volume] 1670: "'Petulant children of Amar-Utuk, things of clay and breath, by what right do you seek the unseekable, upon whose honor do you hope to know the unknowable?'" 2607: "Sir... this thing is reading something big." 0983: "I am ORDERING you to stop. Everyone out of the room, NOW. If he keeps reading it, shoot him. He's lost." 2301: "N. Lil. Where have I heard that before?" 1670: "'As I separated the sky and the firmament-'" [multiple gunshots] 1670: "-as I separated the earth from the waters, so shall my winds separate the waters from clay. This domain is not your domain, for all domains by rights are mine alone to rule. You have come too far, and you shall trespass no further." [Kant counter emits a near constant pitch until the sound of glass shattering can be heard, and the storm overtakes the room instantly. The remainder of the audio recording is 10.3 seconds of wind, rain, and thunder before the transmission abruptly ends.]
Addendum 01039-A.04: All members of Exploratory Mission 01039-B are presumed deceased. The exterior of SCP-[PENDING]-A seems to have contained the storm and prevented further breach. Entrance B has been welded shut and all pending exploratory missions are terminated until further notice. Precisely 24 hours after the mission was terminated, a Kant counter was found outside the welded door to Area B. After drying and data recovery, it is believed to be the Kant counter used by EM 01039-B. The final recording logged by the counter showed Akiva radiation and Hume distortion consistent with an Apex tier pluripotent entity. The mechanism by which the entity is contained by [PENDING]-A is unknown. Additional research funding has been requested.
Addendum 01039-A.05: Attn. Research Team 10139-A.05, Your request is denied. We were given a clear warning. Maintain perimeter and take no further actions without authorization. MTF Eta-77 and MTF Psi-7 have been notified of your status and will be in touch. Regards, O5-11
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#you know how I keep saying I CAN'T STOP WORLBUILDING#so I took 'inside out hurricane' idea and ran with it until it was an omen of a Sumerian god#specifically Enlil head of the Sumerian pantheon#god of air wind and storm etc.#the tablet text isn't from anything it just has the kind of linguistic style used by Mesopotamian mythology#'IT IS FORBIDDEN' should have been the first warning that something was up. it was being translated into English.#that's if you didn't catch the four-tiered crown which denotes one of the Seven Who Decree (the highest tier of the Sumerian pantheon)#or the company name of Ekur which comes from Enlil's most noteworthy temple located in the city of Nippur.#Amar-Utuk is the un-anglicized name of Marduk the local deity of Babylon who was glorified in the Enuma Elish#he was granted the powers of all the other gods as a symbol of Babylon's rise to geopolitical power#the same way the Aeneid was written to glorify Caesar#so Babylon's local deity became the Supreme Deity of Mesopotamia and then as mythology evolved over time#any 'one true god' from a religion that has roots in that part of the world is basically derived from Marduk#so if you ever wanted to know god's true name it's Amar-Utuk. you're welcome.#I think it was ENKI that actually created humans though. it was either Enki who did it or Enki who came up with the idea#and then the waters of Tiamat's body were separated and watered the earth to make clay which was given the breath of life blah blah#that's what Enlil meant by 'my winds will separate the water from clay' he basically said his storm was going to kill them#anyway I had fun doing this. it's not up to the standard of an actual SCP but I'm also not an actual SCP writer so who cares. I had fun.#it very much COULD be one if it had a bit of cleanup for world/terminology consistency with the rest of the SCP universe#I lack the experience with that world to know exactly how to do things consistent with the existing stuff#it's INTERNALLY consistent but it's not consistent with the SCP standards. with a little editing it could be. but it's not a priority.#eldritch writing#this is probably too long to be my next accidentally viral post. right? right???
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think i might have to do rewrites on the Lazy fic,, the more i think about it the more i think that maybe tiffany and changelingâs friendship isnât actually a good one
#aside#her character is interesting bc she has always been someone who Regrets things but. hasnât really Learned from them?#tiffany was kind of a bully. her character is rooted in that popular notion of#âundiagnosed autistic girl who gets taken under the wings of their female peers and take cues from themâ#but the fact is that a lot of those peers arenât necessarily Good Kids. not all around#so what do you do if the person who is protecting/teaching you is also kind of an asshole to other kids?#well you donât want to be the kid getting made fun of. so you go along with it. obviously#and so her friendship with changeling was borne mostly out of guilt. i havenât written about it much but changeling dropped out of school#bc the bullying got so bad in HS. and tiffany wasnât a main participant in that but she definitely never spoke up for it. and laughed along#so it was Guilt that she went to its house to apologize and they kind of became actual friends after that#but like. how good is the friendship when changeling is a Little only in it bc it doesnât have any other options?#and how good is it when tiffany sees changeling as Safe not bc she especially trusts/respects it but bc like.#its position in life is such that it couldnât screw up tiffanyâs main social life even if it wanted to? you know?#i think that she was its friend for a really long time but. i think they Do hang out less after changeling meets augustus#and iâm kind of torn on this bc i kind of donât want to write characters whose Only social thread is each other#but the more i realize that tiffany isnât actually a Main Character the more i think that im going to populate the series with#some other minor characters so that she doesnât stick out. plus there are things iâd like to write about#that augustus and changeling wouldnât necessarily fit well now that i have a good grasp of who they are#so more side characters would be fun. iâm making more dolls for the dollhouse here but.#yeah i think i might have to write tiffany out of Lazy. bc i donât think by that point sheâd just stop by changelingâs for no reason#and i also donât know how Close she and augustus actually got. i donât think theyâd do casual physical contact actually#i have to figure out the timing of this rewrite tho lol bc iâm writing a fic now that is a precursor to a fic i do want to write about tif#so should i do the rewrite before both of those? between them? after them? idk yet!
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[CW: Covid and character death]
Love story between and immortal and their reincarnated lover. The immortal will spend their life life with their lover - sometimes thatâs only 20 years and they have to watch them die in their youth, sometimes they grow old and they go from passing as their partner to pretending to be their grandchild. Sometimes theyâre murdered and sometimes theyâre sick, and each time they find them again and they fall in love all over again.
The whole story is told flicking between the present, where the immortal is navigating a new century, building another new identity for themself, and searching for their lover, and the past, of the hundreds and thousands of times theyâve done this before, each time having to move to a new home, leave their friends, pick a new name, and try to find the one constant in their life.
Except being immortal doesnât mean your invulnerable or unkillable. Freak accidents still happen, attacks still happen, illnesses still happen. Theyâve been travelling for a decade this time, trying to find their lover. If theyâve kept track of time properly - which they have, itâs in their journal, their calendar, and their phone - theyâll be in their 30s now. But theyâve had to stop travelling now. Everyoneâs had to stop travelling because everywhere is sick, and they still have to find them but itâs not safe to go outside.
Itâs months later and theyâre trapped in their plastic bubble, hooked up to a machine to breathe for them. Theyâve been here for weeks, have managed to hold on a lot longer then some of the other poor souls here, but they can feel themself slipping, clinging onto the edges of their too-long life. They werenât able to keep searching, but their tricky little red string pulled them together itself, leaving them side to side each other in their beds. Neither of them have much life left in them, and they know theyâre not going to be their to find their love in the next one.
#this started as a fun romantic tragedy#like the inevitability of lose in a relationship between an immortal and a mortal#but twist it so the immortal dies first and the mortal has to lose them#making the grief so much more worse because itâs all the more unexpected#and it became a covid thing?#idk if I like the ending#can you see where I got kinda bored writing it?#this is why I donât do long form#I get excited by an initial idea and donât have the willpower to write it all#cw: covid
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hii, Iâm not sure if you take request still but if so is there a possible way you can do a drew x singer!reader one shot take on how Sabrina âarrestsâ her fans before performing Juno for being too hot but the reader does it to Drew during her shows please đ«¶đŒ
arrested for being too hot â DREW STARKEY
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summary "arresting" drew, your boyfriend, during your show before performing your song from your new album.
warning(s) none!
You are on tour for your new album in-front of thousands of fans almost every night. You worked hard on this album and it turned out wonderfully. If it werenât for the amazing fans of yours, you donât know where youâd be in your careerâ they are the reason you are doing this.
Half way into the showâ going amazing. The crowd tonight isn't disappointing you. Everything you've hoped for on this tour. You've performed eighteen songs and about to go onto your nineteenth. Played musical spin the bottle not long ago which was really fun.
Before Juno, you begin with a small "skit" where you call someone out in the crowd, arresting them for being too hot. This became a thing after your first show of the tour and doing it ever since. Plus, fans absolutely love it. Interacting with your fans has always been something you did and create those bonds.
Drew, your boyfriend, is attending the show with Madelyn Cline, a mutual friend and cast-mate of Drew's. You told him earlier today you wanted to arrest him in the middle of the show to get the audience excited and it would be fun.
Drew was all for it, and he didn't want you to tell him what you were going to sayâhe prefers surprises.
Your pink, glittering, dazzling clothing was sparkling in the lights. You pressed your free hand to your brow as though you were looking around for a call. With security, you could see Drew and Madelyn making their way to the front.
You begin by adjusting your earpiece while moving around the stage in your long skirt. "You guys know that moment when you are in a room filled with such beautiful looking people that you start to feel overwhelmed?" When fans applaud, you smile.
"Oh, girls, I think I just seen my future husband in the front row! Oh my god, girls, come here, come here," you say anxiously into the microphone, beckoning them over and waving your free hand.
You turn to face Drew as the girls approach you, asking, "Do you see that gorgeous looking man over in the front row with his arms crossed in the tan shirt?" You speak into the microphone aloud, pointing to Drew in the crowd.
Your girls joyfully waved at Drew while placing their hands on your shoulder. As Drew blushes on the big screen, the crowd reflexively turns up the volume in the arena.Â
"What's your name handsome?" With your head cocked slightly to the right toward your shoulder, you inquire in jest.Â
"Drew!" You can hear him when he places his hands on the side of his lips. He gives you a childlike smile and a flushed face.
You say, "I'm sorry I couldn't get that?" as though you couldn't hear him. Leaning forward more, you place your free hand behind your ear.
He shakes his head and utters "Drew!" a little louder.Â
"Oh my Drew, I must say that you must be a magnet because you drew me in" brings a smile to your face. Your tone indicated that you were trying quite hard not to laugh, yet you kept your calm brilliantly.
Fans had their phones out, capturing the entire interaction. Nobody would have expected Drew to be the person arrested at your gigs since the tour began.
"Drew, you are under arrest for being too hot," you say aloud, smiling and pointing at himâ fanning yourself, moving your hips side to side as the sound of sirens going off with blue and red lights behind.
You put your left elbow against your girls shoulder, "guys do you ever just see someone so good looking that you just don't know what to do and all your clothes fall off in that moment" your long skirt slips off smoothy.
"Like your brain just like malfunctions and like I just wanna handcuffed to you now like," one of your girls puts the pink fluffy handcuffs into your hand, you kneel down, "do you know what I mean? Will you take these from me?"
Drew is overwhelmed in this very momentâ it's very obvious how much you are affecting him. Drew gives you a gimme me gesture with his fingers, ready to catch the hand cuffs.
He takes them in his hands, looks down, and feels the smooth texture of the fuzzy. He tilts his head to the side before slowly glancing up at you with a smirkâkeep in mind that he's still on the big screen.
"We're gonna sing this one to you, Drew."
Juno's song intro starts playing. You wave goodbye to Drew and Madelyn as you return to the center of the stage. You could hear the two begin speaking to fans in the distance.
Drew and Madelyn met you in the dressing room following the show. After giving Madelyn a hug and thanking her for attending the event, you moved to approach Drew and put your arms around his neck while grinning.
"That was insane," Madelyn exclaimed, pulling you into a hug. "What about the full call-out and the handcuffs? Iconic! "You're the talk of the night; everyone is crazy about it."
You giggled as your face heated up. "It seemed right." "You should have seen his face!"
She laughs, "I got the whole thing on video, I'll send it to you later."
"I'm going to give you two some alone time, but you did such an amazing job tonight and looked so hot doing it," Madelyn adds, taking your hands in her and wiggling her brows.Â
"Thank you, babe. I love you always," you say, hugging her before she leaves you and Drew alone.Â
When you close the door, Drew comes behind you, placing his arms around your waist and kissing you on the cheek, making you laugh with the tenderness of his lips.
"I'm so proud of you baby, you did such an amazing job on stage and looked unbelievable in your outfits made me feel like the luckiest guy in the entire world." He expresses emotionally, which uplifts you.Â
"Coming from you, it warms my heart baby. Forever grateful to have you in my life," you smile softly, leaning against his chest, feeling that sense of warmth you always feel whenever you are with him.
"And I'm forever grateful for you" he quietly responds, kissing the top of your head.
"So what are we gonna do with those pink fuzzy handcuffs?"
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cross that line ê€ (l.h)
part two
pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader
summary: For a long time, you were content hiding your feelings, but lately, the longing for someone you canât have has become unbearable. Despite knowing he could never be yours, you still cherished the sweet ache in your heart whenever he smiled or gave you a warm, platonic hug. Then, one day, everything changed.
genre: fluff + angst + smut (18+ mdni)
word count: 14k (14k on the dot to be precise but yeah uhm. sorry. I swear I'm normal)
warnings/tags: friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, thunderstorms, idiots in love, mutual pining, assumed unrequited love, jealous!reader, reader is described as shorter than logan, emotional!reader, miscommunication kinda, inexperienced/virgin!reader, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, piv sex, soft!dom logan, ok⊠just in overall bye, logan is soft for reader, sub!reader, vaginal fingering, oral (f!receiving), multiple orgasms, creampie, overstimulation, major size kink, praise kink, dirty talk, oral fixation. some daddy kink? breeding kink aaaaa sorry. I wrote this while ovulating. theyâre both FREAKS. scent kink? lots of pet names. this is high key sweet and turns filthy. logan is worshipping his sweet girl ok! reader is a mutant. reader has hair, no further description though. this is not beta read sorry!
a/n: GUESS WHAT!!! user healmydesires is back with another self indulgent fic about a new blorbo! Iâve been having all random kinds of scenarios about logan in my head and I just didnât know which type of story to go with. until I felt like there werenât much of inexperienced/virgin reader fics for logan and tbh⊠thatâs kinda my brand (Iâm high key kidding but lowkey thatâs what I love to write the most) if youâve read my works so. I thought Iâll write what I WANT to read. so this is high key self indulgent. english isnât my first language so pls bear with me <3 also ngl.. a lot of it is just smut đ I literally wrote this while ovulating⊠EDIT (19/09): I kinda edited it a bit because it had a lot of grammar mistakes and I'd often jump from present tense to past tense so ye
this goes without saying, but if you don't like it don't read it <3
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Being roommates with your best friend had its perks. You were together almost all the time, sharing both the big and small moments. As fellow teachers, you could easily swap teaching tips, lend each other a hand with tasks, or offer guidance when you were feeling stuck. Your tall best friend effortlessly reached the top shelves, and you both enjoyed laughter-filled moments during movie marathons. Sharing responsibilities became more fun tooâsplitting chores like cooking and laundry felt easy and natural. Plus, there was comfort in knowing your best friend was always dependable, ready to support you whenever you needed it. And whenever you were in need of a hug, your best friend was probably already ready to envelop you in his warm embrace.
But it also had its disadvantages.
Especially considering that Logan Howlett, your best friend, was quite the menace.
Logan had always had a rugged handsomeness that effortlessly made people swoon all around him. It wasn't fair how pretty he was. He had always been lucky with finding partnersâor rather, when it came to finding bed or sexual partners. He'd often bring those one-night stands or partners to your shared apartment only to have sex with them. Logan had never been the type to stick with one person, always preferring flings over long-term relationships. Or so you thought.
You, on the other hand, had always craved a long-term relationship. You dreamed of finding your true loveâsomeone to share adventures with, to have fun with, and to dive into deep, meaningful and random conversations. You loved the idea of being with someone who let you be your true self, where you could spend hours talking about the most random thingsâdiscussing your favourite TV shows one minute, and passionately criticising capitalism and the world the next. You were all about affection, from kissing to being held, but you also longed to hold your partner close and make them feel cherished, just as much as you wanted to feel loved in return.
Unfortunately, you had never had the chance to experience anything like that.
It wasn't like you had never had the chance or had the opportunity to explore and possibly experience a potential relationship. You had just never been really interested in creating a relationship with a stranger.
Plus the thing was, your best friend wasn't just your best friend. You had been in love with Logan for god knows how long.
Charles Xavier was the one who had introduced you both, years ago. You remembered that day very vividly.
You had just arrived at the Xavier Institute, and the professor had offered you a two-sided job, to be a teacher at the school and be part of the X-Men.
You'd always done your best to keep your powers hidden, but being welcomed into a school designed for people like youâa mutantâfelt incredibly liberating. That's why you hadn't hesitated when Charles Xavier invited you to his school. You'd always known you were powerful, with the ability to control and manipulate water, but you had kept your abilities a secret, not wanting to be treated any differently in a world that didn't really like or understand people like you.
As the professor took you around the grounds, you couldn't help but be impressed by how big and beautiful it all was.
You were so captivated by the mansion's grandeur and stunning architecture that you didn't even notice a guy casually leaning against the nearest wall outside of Charles's office. But the moment your eyes met his, it felt as if time itself stood still. Looking into Logan's eyes, you felt like you could drown in them. You had never seen anyone so effortlessly handsome.
Completely entranced by him, you almost forgot to introduce yourself. Your body heated up in the moment, and the professor definitely noticed. Logan Howlett gave you a knowing smirk, making the warmth inside you intensify even more.
That day you both became friends, though you still didn't quite understand why, given how different you both were. Logan was gruff and blunt, while you, though capable of being direct, tended to choose your words more carefully. He was passionate and strong-willed and opinionated, and sometimes he let that get the best of him. You were deeply in tune with your emotions, while he always seemed to hold back, keeping certain feelings tightly guarded. Logan was never one to be very straightforward with his emotions. He would rather keep most of them to himself, and didn't want to seem too vulnerable. Communication was something you valued and needed a lot, but Logan, by contrast, didn't seem to rely on it as much. You were an overthinker, always caught up in your thoughts, and he would often step in to ease those worries of yours.
You could say that opposites attract.
Over time, your friendship grew, and one day he asked if you'd like to move in with him into a new apartment near the institute. He craved a bit more peace and genuinely enjoyed your company. It seemed like a good idea, so you thought, why not?
You couldn't pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with your roommate. All you knew was that one day, you were suddenly overcome by an emotion so intense, it was unlike anything you'd ever felt before. It hit you all at once. Before Logan, you'd never really had a serious crush, never experienced feelings this powerful for anyone. You often told yourself it must have started shortly after you moved in with him, but deep down, you knew that wasn't the truth. This feeling had been quietly growing from the very first moment you met him, slowly building until it became impossible to ignore.
It was funny, you thought, how life had a way of bringing you thingsâand peopleâyou never realised you needed. People like Logan, who became so essential that you couldn't help but wonder how you had ever lived without them. People like Logan Howlett, who somehow managed to be both your saving grace and your greatest temptation.
â©âË.ââŸââșââ§
A few months into your roommate arrangement, you still couldn't get used to Logan constantly bringing one-night stands to your shared apartment. It was pure torment.
As you ate cereal at the kitchen island, one of Logan's many one-night stands quietly slipped out of the apartment. You rolled your eyes, as Logan routinely walked them through the apartment to the door, their faces often adorned with sly smiles as they fluttered their eyelashes at him. A knot of anger twisted in your belly as you watched them play with the collar of his shirt, their fingers lingering while he made no move to pull away. You'd never felt such intense rage before. He responded with a grunt as they would casually give him a goodbye kiss.
You hated experiencing feelings like these. It was a gross emotion, a heavy sensation that felt thick and tar-like, clinging to your chest and making you ache with its heavy weight.
Anxiety? Sure, you were often more anxious than most mutants, but that wasn't the feeling you had at this moment. Maybe it was jealousy? You disliked how that emotion fit so easily on your tongue, leaving a bitter taste.
Each time you witnessed these scenes unfold, jealousy and frustration would wash over you. Or how you'd feel utterly awful whenever you accidentally overheard them having sex.
As Logan reentered the apartment and closed the door behind him, you couldn't help but snort. âSo, what number are we up to now?â
He stared at you for a moment, before chuckling and shaking his head with a smirk. âNot sure, lost count.â He shrugged, grabbed an apple from the fruit basket on the kitchen island, and took a bite.
âWhat was their name?â you asked, staring daggers at your bowl of cereal.
Logan shrugged again. âI don't know, and honestly, I don't care,â he replied curtly before walking away.
You couldn't understand how he could be so nonchalant about this situation.
It wasn't just jealousy; you longed for any kind of affection or love from Logan, more than you ever thought possible. You were grateful to be his best friend and you knew it might seem foolish to hope for a chance with him, but you couldn't help yourself. Deep down, you feared you'd always feel this lonely, believing you could never fall for anyone but him. He was everything you craved and needed in life.
You felt foolish, constantly embarrassed and rejected. More than anything, you felt hurt, knowing that you were the only one to blame. It was your own feelings that had caused all this pain.
The thought of him one day falling in love with someone else made your stomach sink, but you pushed and suppressed your sadness aside daily. It didn't really matterâLogan was free to date whoever he wanted. He was your best friend, only his best friend.
One day, you'd have to come to terms with the fact that he would always be just your best friend.
You just hoped that one day it would become easier to deal with these feelings.
â©âË.ââŸââșââ§
It was the middle of a cold winter night â the air cool against your skin, even with your large pink puffer jacket to keep you warm. The thick curtain of night enveloped the sky, painting it a deep midnight blue, with stars twinkling like the clearest diamonds. Despite the cool ambient air, you found yourself relaxing, your shoulders gradually easing.
âYou see that there?â you pointed up at the starlit sky, leaning unconsciously into Logan's warmth as you both lay on the grass of the X-mansion grounds. âThat's the Pleiades. People often mistake it for the Little Dipper, but it's just a star cluster.â
Logan hummed, but his eyes were focused on you, how you gazed up at the stars with an awestruck expression. A gentle smile tugged at his lips, as he enjoyed how you looked so endearing as you were so engrossed in the stars that you loved so dearly.
He glanced up at the part of the sky you were pointing to, located the cluster of stars you had mentioned. He studied it for a moment and thought he had seen something similar to the Pleiades before, but never illuminated in the night sky like this. Logan's gaze then returned to the earth, settling back on the grass where he lay beside you.
âBeautiful,â Logan whispered as he stared at you. âTruly beautiful.â
You were too busy gazing up at the sky to realise that he wasn't talking about the sky.
For as long as you could remember, you had loved the night sky, finding its dark embrace profoundly comforting. More than that, you adored the starsâcoming out at night to bask in their radiance, with their distant coldness soothing your soul.
You had always felt so mesmerised about the universe, especially the stars and the moon. They appeared beautiful, glittering magnificently beside one another as they hovered in the upper stratosphere.
âWhy did you bring me out here, Lo?â you finally asked, looking up at your best friend. You noticed him smirk down at you and saw a fleeting hint of hesitant insecurity in his green eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared.
He shrugged against you, still grinning. âI know how much you enjoy stargazing, and I'm aware you've had a rough week, so I wanted to give you a chance to relax for a bit.â
You softened as you gazed up at him. Logan was rightâyou had been having a rough week. The children had been sweet, but the workload had been overwhelming. You couldn't help but appreciate how Logan was always looking out for you.
âThank youâŠâ you whispered.
âAnything for you, sweetheart.â He winked before he looked back up at the sky. âWhy don't you show me another constellation?â
You giggled as you pointed out another cluster of stars, but more often than not, Logan found it hard to focus on the stars. After all, he had a bright light of his own by his side daily that captured all of his attention.
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A year had passed since you moved in with Logan, and autumn was already around the corner. The temperature was gradually dropping, and the air became crisper. The trees' leaves were starting to fade from vibrant greens to tamer shades of bronze and gold. You had always loved this time of yearâit was that perfect season where you could bundle up in layers when you were outside, then retreat indoors in the evenings, getting cosy with a hot chocolate and a good book.
It was during seasons like this that you found yourself wishing you could cuddle up with someone, enjoying a movie or simply each other's company. But it wasn't just anyone you wanted by your sideâit had always been Logan for you.
For the longest time, you were content in just keeping all your feelings hidden. Lately, though, the longing had been getting harder to bear. Wanting someone you knew you couldn't have was starting to feel unbearable, slowly eating away at you. And even though you knew he could never be yours, it didn't stop you from savouring the sweet ache in your heart every time he smiled or when he pulled you into a warm, platonic hug.
All the stupid fluttery feelings in your stomach every time his eyes would catch yours, or the way your heart beat fast whenever you were in close proximity to him. You knew it had been years since you'd known Logan, but you couldn't help the effect he always had on you. The way he left you yearning for more. But, of course, you tried to bury those feelings down deep, reminding yourself that Logan could never feel the same way about you as you felt about him.
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One lazy afternoon, with no classes scheduled for you to teach, you found yourself by the lake on the X-Mansion grounds, practising your water bending. The water flowed seamlessly around you as you moved your arms, bending it effortlessly to your will. As you went through each movement, you could feel a pair of eyes on you, observing every precise motion, your muscles tensing with each fluid shift. A light sheen of sweat formed on your brow, and your face held a fierce look of concentration as you focused on perfecting your stance and movements.
Several moments had passed, and the person watching you still hadn't spoken a word. By now, you were almost certain it wasn't just anyoneâit had to be Logan. Anyone else would have said something by now, maybe greeted you or asked about your training. But not Logan. He had a way of lingering in silence, watching you in that quietly intense way of his, never feeling the need to fill the space with unnecessary words.
âWell, are you just going to stand there and stare, or do you plan on saying something?â you asked, a playful smile tugging at your lips.
Logan grunted, âI think I'll just keep watching. I quite like the view from here.â
A flush of warmth spread across your face, butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach at his words. You hesitated for a moment, pausing your movements before he spoke again.
âDon't stop on my account, sweetheart.â
You knew he was wearing one of his signature grins, and you so desperately wanted to wipe it off his face. As you grew more flustered, a wave of frustration built up inside youâhow could this man always have such an effect on you? An idea sparked in your mind, a mischievous smirk tugging at your lips. Deciding to continue your water bending practice while he watched, you let the water flow effortlessly around you, fully aware of his eyes tracking your every move.
Once a peaceful stillness settled in the air, you saw your opening. Without warning, you spun around with swift precision, bending the water toward him and drenching him in seconds.
Logan stood there, completely perplexed as you broke into a fit of giggles. He was drenched from head to toe, and you knew it wouldn't be long before he sprang into action. Sure enough, just seconds later, he smirked again, though this time it carried a sharper edge. âYou think this is funny, bub?â
âYeah, I kinda do,â you replied between laughs, unable to contain yourself.
But then, Logan's grin turned devious, and with a determined march, he began closing the distance between you. Your eyes widened in realisation, and without thinking, you bolted away.
âYou're not getting away with this, princess,â he called out, his voice low as he gave chase.
He moved swiftly through the gardens, but you were quicker, slipping just out of sight every time he got close. His eyes darted around, scanning the area, frustration slowly turning into determination. You could hear him muttering under his breath, his footsteps getting louder as he searched for you. Your heart raced as you ducked behind a tree, trying to stifle your laughter. The thrill of the chase had adrenaline coursing through your veins.
For a moment, you thought you had lost him, but then he sniffed and just as you peeked around the tree, you saw him spot you from across the grove. His eyes gleamed with mischief as a smirk curled at the corner of his lips. âI got you,â he muttered before he moved towards you with renewed speed. You tried to slip away again, but it was too lateâhe had you cornered.
Soon enough, two strong arms caged you in, trapping you between the tree and his chest. A startled yelp escaped your lips as you tried to back away, only to realise there was nowhere to go. âGotcha,â he murmured, his voice low and teasing, the familiar playful glint in his eyes making your heart race even faster.
You squirmed, trying to find a way out, but his grip tightened just enough to keep you in place without being overbearing. âLogan! Let me go,â you protested, laughter bubbling up in your throat despite your attempt to sound serious.
âThought you could get away that easily, huh?â he teased, leaning in so close that you could feel his wet clothes and the warmth of his body. The heat from his proximity spread across your own, making you acutely aware of how close you were. You bit your lip, your cheeks becoming hotter as his smirk widened. The sight of your flustered expression seemed to delight him, his satisfaction evident in his playful gaze.
âWell, this is cosy,â you remarked, but your voice barely rose above a whisper. There was a tremor in your tone, one that matched the rapid beat of your heart.
âHm, I think so too,â he responded with the same teasing tone. You gazed up at him with bright eyes as the golden hour of evening cast a warm glow around you both. It took all his willpower not to look away, not to acknowledge the tension that hung thick in the air.
You shifted against the tree, searching for a different way to elicit a reaction from him. Your touch light, almost accidental, but it sent a shockwave through him, his breath hitching in his throat. You could feel him stiffen, sensing the tension as he reacted to your contact.
He leaned in, just enough that he could feel your breath against his skin, just enough that the space between you became almost non-existent, and just enough to hear your breath hitch.
Logan closed his eyes, as he pressed his forehead against your own. Every time he tried to speak, the words got tangled up in the mess of emotions swirling inside him. All he could think about was how close you were, how your touch burned through him, how the smell of you, that unique soft scent of yours, filled his senses and made him want to lose himself in you.
âLoââ
Before you could finish, Ororo's voice rang out, calling your name. You felt a wave of disappointment wash over you as you realised your moment with Logan was interrupted. You had forgotten about the promise to cook together with her and Jean, and your friend's timing burst the bubble of what you thought might finally be a shared moment with him.
He grunted in frustration, pulling away from you and looking off to the side. Ororo, Jean, and even Scott soon found their way to you, their presence drawing closer. As they approached, each of them wore a grin that suggested they had noticed the tension between you and Logan. The air was thick with unspoken understanding, and it was clear that your friends had picked up on the charged moment that had just been interrupted.
You cleared your throat and stepped reluctantly away from Logan, trying to regain your composure. You forced a smile as you addressed your friends, saying, âSorry to keep you guys waiting.â You then walked away with Jean and Ororo towards the mansion, though you couldn't help glancing back over your shoulder. Each time you looked, a hint of longing appeared on your face as you cast a final, wistful glance at Logan.
As you walked away, you heard Scott remark, âYou look wet.â
Logan responded with a huff, âFuck off, Summers.â
You couldn't help but wonder what would've happened if your friends wouldn't have interrupted you.
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It had been Friday evening, and you were in your office at the institute, finishing up grading the last of the papers while waiting for Logan. The two of you had plans to head home together, but he had yet to come and find you. Growing impatient, you decided to look for him yourself. You grabbed your bag and jacket before going out of your office, closing the door silently behind you. The smell of stew wafted through the mansion as you jogged down the stairs from your office to the kitchen. You quietly approached and paused when you saw him with Jean. She was chopping vegetables, while Logan leaned against the island, holding a cup of coffee.
âI don't see why you don't just do it. Everyone can see how perfect you two are for each other,â Jean had sighed.
Your eyes widened and you bit your lip nervously as you instinctively hid behind the wall. You truly hoped Logan wouldn't smell your scent while hiding, considering his heightened sense of smell. You knew you shouldn't be eavesdropping, but your curiosity had gotten the better of you. Jean's words had left you intrigued about what they were discussing.
Logan huffed, âI've already told youââ he tried arguing, but Jean cut him off mid-sentence.
âLogan, come on,â Jean said pointedly. âYou keep denying it, but everyone here has seen the two of you dance around each other for years. You can't honestly tell me that you're just friends. Friends don't act the way you two do with each other.â
âWhat's that supposed to mean?â Logan asked, tilting his head to the side. Your stomach churned as you realised they were talking about the two of you. Silently, you pressed your back against the wall and shuffled further behind it, continuing to listen.
âIt means that friends don't stare at each other longingly, or they don't flirt with each other, and they certainly don't cuddle together while sharing the same bed,â Jean said, emphasising her point as Logan began to argue. âBesides,â she continued, âyou've known her for a while now. There's no one you've been more comfortable with than her. We all know you'll look after each other and be happy together. So why haven't you done anything about it? All we want is for you both to be happy,â Jean concluded.
You bit your lip at her words, feeling a mix of hope and nervousness churn in your stomach. With trembling fingers, you held your breath, waiting for Logan's response. When you heard him sigh, you felt your world begin to crumble around you.
âYeah, but Jean, it's not like that. We are not like that. We're just friends,â Logan had replied. You had pressed your teeth harshly into your lip, biting down so hard you feared you might draw blood. It was the only thing keeping you from sobbing out loud. Logan's words replayed over and over in your mind. While you had always known he felt that way, hearing it confirmed so casually had left your heart breaking.
Not wanting to listen any longer, you silently turned and hurried toward the main entrance, trying to be as quiet as possible. Once outside, tears flooded your vision as you ran to the mansion gates, searching through your bag for your phone to call a cab. Since you hadn't brought your car and had driven in with Logan that morning, calling a cab was your only option.
When the cab finally arrived, you slid into the backseat and gave the driver your instructions. As he drove you home, you took a deep breath, struggling to swallow the lump in your throat. Your breath came in labored gasps as you fought to keep from breaking down in tears. Your mind was running a mile a minute as you tried to process his words. Silently you let the tears flow down your cheeks.
When you arrived at your building, you paid the cab and noticed your phone buzzing incessantly. You quickly silenced it as you entered your apartment, not bothering to look at who was trying to contact you.
Once you entered your bedroom, you broke down just then as you let out a choked sob while stripping off your clothes. With great effort, you managed to put on your pyjamas before climbing into bed. Soon, you would let your destructive thoughts take over. Deep down, you knew you shouldn't have eavesdropped on their conversation and jumped to conclusions, especially since Logan wasn't done speaking with Jean. But you couldn't bear to stay and listen any longer. You felt too vulnerable as you let his words echo inside your head.
You had been ignoring all the texts from your friends and the calls from Logan specifically, too drained to even hold a conversation.
Eventually, you felt sleep overtaking you, utterly exhausted from a long workweek and an emotionally draining evening.ââââââââââââââââ
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That same night, you had jolted awake to the sound of a loud rumble. Outside, storm clouds loomed ominously over the city, with thunder crackling through them every few minutes. The storm had been raging outside your apartment, with thunder booming so fiercely it shook the windows. Curled up in your bed, you had whimpered softly, clutching a thick blanket tightly around youânot just for warmth, but for comfort and a sense of protection.
You had never liked thunderstorms, and by now, you must have tried a thousand different ways to distract yourself from them. You'd put on headphones to drown out the noise, but the knowledge of the storm outside still fed your anxiety. Thunderstorms always had a way of making you feel small and utterly helpless.
You felt a tightness building in your chest as you trembled beneath the sheets. Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to steady your breathing and calm yourself down. In moments like these, you felt truly helpless. You knew you shouldn't feel ashamed for being this terrified, but you couldn't help it.
You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on the song playing through your headphones, desperate to drown out the storm. Moments later, you felt the bed dip. Slowly, you opened your eyes and found Logan sitting at the end of your bed, his soft gaze fixed on you with a look of quiet concern. A wave of relief washed over you just at the sight of him. Part of you wanted to ignore him and continue being upset with everything that had happened earlier that evening, but you couldn't find the power to do so. After all, he probably didn't even know why you were upset and who were you even kidding, he was everything you needed.
He was sitting there shirtless, dressed only in a pair of grey sweatpants. His hair was tousled from sleep. If it weren't for the sheer terror you felt because of the storm outside, you knew your cheeks would be burning at the sight of him like this. You noticed his mouth moving and, reluctantly, you slid one headphone off your ear to hear him.
âW-what?â you squeaked, your voice barely above a whisper.
âSweetheart,â Logan whispered cautiously into the darkness.
At the sound of his voice, the tears that had been brimming in your eyes finally spilled down your cheeks. âI'm so sorry, I feel so stupid,â you whispered, taking off your headphones and quickly trying to wipe your tears away, embarrassed by your emotions and the fact that you were terrified by the storm.
Seconds later Logan was climbing up the bed and he was lying right next to you. His strong arms wrapped around your shaking form almost immediately, holding you tightly.
âShhh it's okay sweet girl, I've got you,â he whispered softly as he kissed your temple. Warmth spread through you at the action and you melted into his embrace.
âI hate being scared of them, Lo,â you mumbled into his chest as he squeezed you tightly.
âIt's okay princess, I got you. I won't let anything happen to you.â His hands, surprisingly soft, were stroking your skin in a soothing manner as he continued to press soft kisses around the top of your head.
As Logan held you, you felt yourself slowly begin to calm down. Even though the storm showed no signs of letting up, his presence made you feel much more at ease and secure. Logan meant everything to youâhe was your anchor.
âPlease, stay,â you whispered as the last few tears slipped down your cheeks.
In the dark, Logan whispered your name and tightened his embrace. âI'm not going anywhere, baby girl.â
As Logan held you close, you felt your body relax gradually. He gently ran his hand through your hair, pulling the covers over both of you and adding an extra layer of warmth.
You reflected on how he often spoke to you and the way he treated you with such care. You couldn't help but overthink his sweet and gentle treatment. You knew you were more emotional and needed extra reassurance and patience, but you had never considered that he might actually have feelings for you beyond friendship. You often felt like a burden to your friends and especially to Logan. You were fairly certain you were the only one he treated this way. His teasing sometimes seemed like it could be flirting, and despite your attempts to deny it, deep down you sensed that you were somehow special to him.Â
But another part of you couldn't shake what he had said earlier that night to Jean. You felt deeply conflicted and confused about everything happening between the two of you. The uncertainty and mixed emotions left you struggling to understand his true feelings, unsure of how to navigate the situation.
So you did what felt best to you, which was communicating. Even if you hated confrontation so much, you hated being unsure even more.
âLo?â your voice trembled as you whispered against him.
âYeah, sweet girl?â He said gently.
You took a little longer to respond, lost in your own thoughts, overthinking everything. Your heart was practically beating out of your chest. Sensing your hesitation, Logan spoke up again, breaking through your spiralling mind.
âAre you okay?â he asked, his voice lingering in the air as your eyes fluttered open. His head was tilted slightly, worry etched across his face.
â'M-am fine⊠I justââ you stuttered, your voice cracking. Logan stared at you, waiting patiently for you to finish. âI need to talk about something, or-or it will probably eat me alive if I don't.â
Logan's brow furrowed as his concern deepened, but he remained patient, waiting for you to continue.
âI- I overheard you and Jean earlier tonightâŠâ your voice barely above a whisper.
Recognition settled over him at your words. He sighed shortly after. âWhat exactly did you hear?â
âYou saidâŠâ your voice faltered, cracking slightly before you took a deep breath, closing your eyes. âYou said we weren't like 'that,' and that we were just friends. After hearing that, I couldn't stay. It hurt too much.â You paused, your words tumbling out in a rush. âI know I shouldn't have eavesdropped, and I'm sorry... I justââ Your voice trailed off as you buried your face in his chest, your rambling finally coming to an end.
He let out a deep sigh, pulling you closer into his embrace. One of his hands gently cupped your cheek, causing your breath to hitch at the contact. âSweetheart,â he said, his voice steady but filled with warmth. Slowly, you opened your eyes, tears welling up as you met his gaze. Logan's expression softened, and he let out a soothing sound. âAngel, if you'd stayed a little longer, you would've heard the rest of the conversation.â
âW-what?â You squeaked, your heart pounding against your chest as you anxiously waited for him to continue.
âFirst of all,â he began, locking eyes with you as he spoke, âI told Jean that I couldn't tell you how I felt because I never thought you'd feel the same way. I figured you were better off not knowing how I feel about you becauseâŠâ His voice faltered for a moment, a heavy sigh escaping him before he continued, âI've always believed I didn't deserve someone like you. Someone so beautiful, so patient, intelligent, caring and so sweet.â
âLoââ It was difficult to process everything he had said. You had been so sure that he didn't feel anything more than platonic for you, so hearing that he did was overwhelming and you needed to let it sink in. âI just thought... you know, with all the people you've had over in the past, you wouldn't feel anything for me,â you said, your sadness making it hard to finish the sentence and your nerves bracing for the words you had been dreading to hear.ââââââââââââââââ
âI know it sounds stupid, but I kept convincing myself that if I would have meaningless sex with random people that I would get over you. That if I told you how I felt, Iâd lose you,â he went on, his vulnerability tugging at your heart. âThatâs the last thing I want. You mean too much to me to risk that. I love you, and the thought of losing youâeven if it meant not having you the way I wantedâwas unbearable.â
Tears welled in your eyes, slowly slipping down your cheeks as he poured out his heart, leaving you in disbelief. You hiccuped through your tears, âYou... y-you love me?â
His expression softened further as he took in your puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. Gently, he used his hands to wipe away the tears that were slipping down your cheeks, handling you with far more tenderness and care than you had shown yourself earlier.
âOf course I do,â he replied softly. âIn every universe, there's no one I love more than you.â
âLogan, you deserve me. Just as much as I deserve you,â you said, cupping his cheeks as tears continued to stream down your own. âYou don't have an idea how much I love you.â
Logan smiled softly before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. His arms tightened around you as he began to pepper your face with tender kisses. You couldn't help but giggle against him, feeling the tension between you both melt away bit by bit. The tears slowly came to a stop.
As the emotional intensity of the moment subsided, you felt a sense of relief and contentment. The storm outside seemed to fade into the background as you basked in the warmth of your newfound understanding. You knew that challenges would still come, but facing them together felt infinitely more manageable now that you had acknowledged your feelings for each other.ââââââââââââââââ
After placing a final kiss on the tip of your nose, he pulled back, his gaze filled with such deep affection that it left you feeling overwhelmedâbut in the best possible way.
Logan caressed your face with fondness as he admired you. âYouâre beautiful.â
Youâd feel flustered instantly. âYouâre so handsome Logan.â You whispered timidly.Â
âReally?â Heâd smile down at you.Â
âYes,â you whispered, continuing to meet his gaze shyly, your heart racing as his touch lingered on your skin.
You felt his hand slip beneath the hem of your nightshirt, his fingers tracing the soft skin of your back. A shiver ran down your spine at his touch, drawing his playful gaze as his eyes glinted mischievously. Your breath hitched when his other hand brushed against your bottom lip, sending warmth flooding through your body as his touch became more intimate, exploring you with quiet intensity.
âDo I make you nervous?â he teased with a devious grin.
âI guess you do,â you admitted, biting your lip bashfully.
âAnd why's that?â Logan asked, leaning in even closer. You could feel his breath against your lips, his nose brushing gently against yours.Â
Thereâs a moment of silence as Loganâs face moves closer and closer to your own, both unable to verbalise just how desperate either of you feel for each other.
His hands are warm as they wander all over your back, underneath the soft fabric of your pyjamas. Your eyes flutter close as you enjoy his attention. You feel yourself get lightheaded by his affection and by the close proximity of your bodies.
As your eyes remained locked with his, the intensity between you grew. You found yourself studying every detail of Loganâs faceâthe small moles scattered across his skin, his beautiful green eyes, the rough stubble along his jawline. Your gaze drifted from his eyes, down the slope of his nose, until you were irresistibly drawn to his lips. His mouth looks so inviting.
How much youâve dreamed of having them on your own.
You swallowed dryly at the intensity behind his eyes, your heart beating madly in your chest. A flare of heat rushed to your cheeks as you resolved to reveal the truth. You didnât want to keep it from him any longer, especially with him looking at you as if he was about to devour you.
âB-because Iââ you finally spoke as you stumbled over your words. You felt weak in his presence, but in the best way imaginable. Heat spreads through your body, a feverish sensation overwhelming your senses. Your heart raced, refusing to calm down, and your limbs trembled uncontrollably. It wasnât the kind of fever that came with illness, but a warmthâtingling, like anticipation coursing through your veins. You whimpered as the same warmth settled between your thighs. âI need y-yoââ
Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed onto yours, kissing you with an intensity and passion that left you trembling and helpless, while soft whimpers escaped your throat. Heâd tug your body fully closer against his own as his mouth claimed yours.
All your thoughts overwhelmed your brain, disabling any rational understanding of what was going on. Gradually, you leaned into Logan, melting into his embrace. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him back.
Logan groaned as he continued to kiss you with a fierce intensity, giving everything he had. You felt his tongue tracing your lips slowly. Knowing what he wanted you parted your mouth slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue inside and swirl it around yours.
You absorbed all his passion, savouring the warmth of his closeness and the sensation of his rough yet soft hands holding you tightly. You didnât want to ask how this was happening, nor did you dare question whether it was real or just a dream.
One of his hands roamed over the bare skin of your back beneath your pyjama shirt, leaving goosebumps in his wake, while the other explored the tender curve of your neck. He held you with such tenderness as his mouth continued to move ferociously against yours.
You whimpered against him as warmth and wetness continued to pool between your thighs, your pussy throbbing as his voice rumbled with a chuckle. âYou okay there, kitten?â he asked softly, his voice low as his lips brushed against your jaw.
You knew he could smell your arousal, knew he could hear how fast your heart was beating. You bit your lip, trying to stifle another sound, and you tried to bury your face into his chest, feeling the heat spreading across your face and body. Logan was having none of that, his lips quickly reunited with yours. He groaned softly, a deep rumble in his chest, as you trailed your tongue out to seek purchase in his mouth, and he opened for you without hesitation. His hands gripped at your waist and brought your body flush against his.
You wanted Logan to consume your very being. Claim you as his completely.
Soft little noises of pleasure kept leaving your mouth as he continued to kiss you. His lips pressed against yours, guiding the kiss with a gentle control that made you melt into his embrace. You surrendered completely, letting him lead as you revelled in the sensation. He was so good at kissing that all you wanted was to stay in this moment with him forever.
He pulled away after what felt like hours to breathe, his warm pants fanning across your heated face. He was still holding your face with one hand, and his thumb on your cheek moved a little, stroking your skin with so much tenderness. Murmuring against your lips, he said, âIâve wanted to do this for so long. I love you so much.â before delving back in for more.
You whimpered as he nipped at your bottom lip, then gently swiped his tongue over it to soothe the sting. You gasped, and Logan seized the moment to explore the inside of your mouth with his tongue once again. As the kiss grew more heated, you moaned, feeling lightheaded and dizzy.
Surprisingly, you completely forgot about the storm thatâs raging outside.
Logan devoured you, pouring all his love into you and claiming your mouth and kissing you with so much passion, your body shuddered with want, from the need for him. He moved his lips with yours and swirled his tongue with your own. His hand then moved to tangle in your hair as he pressed his body to yours completely.
Your hands moved to bury in his hair as well. When you pulled at his hair it was a bit rougher than you intended to and it tips his head all the way back and he lets out a loud, wanton moan that makes your whole body flush with arousal. You whined as he finally pulled away, as he left your body flush and panting and craving so much more.
His mouth then moved from your lips to your cheeks as he whispered his love for you again and again. He started trailing long, hot kisses down your jaw and neck. You whimpered pitifully as he suckled lightly on the side of your neck, tilting your head back instinctively to bare more of your soft skin to him.
âFuck, baby, youâre everything.â He groaned as he bit down gently on the junction of your neck and shoulder. You cried out, impulsively grinding your hips against his own, desperately searching for some much needed friction against your throbbing clit. âYouâre mine.â Heâd growl against your skin.
You gasped, your eyes flying open when you felt his erection pressing against your pussy. You moaned as your core started clenching around nothing, begging for some attention, his attention.
Logan groaned as you continued to grind against him, grasping your hips into his hands to halt your movements. You whined in protest, as he then rolled you both over, hovering above you as he pinned your arms gently against the mattress.
âSo needy.â He chuckled as a devious smile would grow on his face. âDoes your sweet little pussy want some attention?â He grinned when you whimpered underneath him, before he continued. âI can always smell how much you need me.â He growled before he rolled his hips against yours again. âThis virgin pussy is always begging for me to fill her.â
You didnât have time to become embarrassed as high pitched whimpers slipped past your lips as he continued to grind against you. Youâve craved this man so bad, and now that he was yours you didnât want to hold back anymore. He intertwined your hands together as he moved his big straining and clothed cock against your now soaked panties.Â
âLove those little noises you make for me, such a good girl.â He moaned against the skin of your neck as he pressed open mouthed kisses and licks across your skin.Â
You whined as he gave you a particular hard thrust. You could feel how massive he felt as he rubbed his cock against your clothed folds. You couldnât deny that it made you nervous but all you could think about was that you needed and wanted him to take you so bad. More wetness would pool down your heated cunt as you fantasise about him filling your tiny pussy with more than just his cock. âAh, n-need yo-you LoâŠâ
Suddenly everything became overwhelming, the temperature in the room rising quickly, the feel of his thick cock thrusting against you, the feel of his touch as it wandered all over your skin and the fact that you were going into a foreign but intimate territory with your best friend had you feeling hot all over.
His features softened as he took in how overwhelmed and flustered you looked. He slowed down his movements and one of his hands would move to hold your face as he slowly leaned down to peck your lips. âYouâre okay baby girl, Iâve got you. I will take good care of you.â He whispered against your lips. His low voice sent a new wave of arousal down your body. âTell me what you need, kitten.â
âYou, I need you, Logan. I've always only needed you,â you whimpered against his lips as you reconnected them. His hands gently caressed your thighs, and your mind became hazy with intense lust and overwhelming love for him. Your brain instantly turned into mush as you continued to kiss each other passionately.
The kiss then increased with an intensity that had you gasping for breath. You rolled your hips into his, rubbing your throbbing clit against him for some friction against your core. You moaned into his mouth as you rubbed against him. The front of his sweatpants strained as he moved along with you.
As you kept losing yourself in the kiss, you felt his hands wander up your thighs up to the hem of your shirt. His fingers brushed delicately over the sides of your ribs, moving up and down your skin repeatedly, his fingertips mapping out every dip and curve as they wandered all over your skin.
âYou're beautiful,â he whispered against your lips, admiring you, making you glance up at him shyly from beneath him. He pulled away just slightly only for him to hold the hem of your shirt, and you could tell what he was about to ask before he opened his mouth. You bit your lip and nodded vigorously, causing him to chuckle breathlessly. âYou want me to take this off?â He questioned as he tugged at the fabric gently.Â
You nodded bashfully, unable to use or trust your voice during that moment.Â
He smiled softly, his hands gently brushing under your shirt before hooking his fingers into the fabric. Slowly, he lifted it, and you raised your arms to help him slip it off.
You felt heat rising on your skin the way his eyes roamed all over you, taking in every little detail. The way Logan was looking at you, eyes filled with nothing but love, adoration and lust, made you feel so alive.
He discarded the piece of clothing to the side and began mouthing along your collarbone with affection. You trembled underneath him as he showered you with his attention. âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered repeatedly as his mouth travelled all over your exposed skin.
His large hands moved to the curve of your waist where it met your hips and clutched it, holding you tight as he littered damp kisses and nips to your shoulders and any skin along the way down to your breasts. You whimpered as he traced the tip of his nose over the swell of your breast.
He smirked as he looked up at you, breathing in through his nose as he inhaled your scent and you couldnât help but shiver when he exhaled warmly through his mouth and onto your nipple. âFuck, baby girl, youâre so hot.â
Then, he wrapped his lips around one nipple, teeth just skimming your skin as he sucked and licked with passion.
âL-Lo,â you mewl as you try to grind your hips against him, your cunt seeking friction as it throbs with need.
âFeeling good kitty?â He quipped back as he grins up at you. You felt your skin flush with heat as you just stared down at him. Lust was written all over your face and he had no trouble reading your expression. So he resumed licking, long, lavishing licks with the flat of his tongue over your pebbled nipple as the other hand which was occupying your other breast, travelled all the way down to your panties.Â
As his fingers slipped underneath the band of your lacy underwear, down to where you needed him the most, his mouth fell open to unleash a loud groan onto your nipple as he felt your wetness, sliding his fingers between your soaked folds.
He explored your wet cunt patiently. Heat overwhelmed your senses as Logan continued to litter soft kisses all over your chest. Your hands found his head, running your fingers through his hair as his mouth continued to wander all over your naked skin.
Loganâs lips moved slowly down your body, kissing every little place he could find on your skin while his hands traced along.
Soon, he would retreat his hand from your heat, leaving you a whimpering mess. He then leant forward, his face meeting your sex, breathing in the smell of your pussy, running his nose against the damp patch on your underwear. You whimpered as he inhaled your scent. âFuck kitten,â he growled as he couldnât seem to stop smelling you. âThis pussy smells so good, I canât wait to taste ya.â
A devious smile played on Loganâs lips as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. âI am sure you taste just as good as you smell, if not better.â He groaned before taking your underwear between his teeth, while pulling it off your legs slowly. A shuddering breath left your lips, speechless as you watched him take off your lacy panties, becoming needier the longer you watched him. Logan kept looking at you as he slid down your body, pulling it off of you when it reached your ankles.
Once he took them off completely he gently pushed your legs wide for him, whimpering as the air hit your wet slit. He took a moment as his eyes took over you, your glistening centre clenching around nothing as he continued to stare at your wet hole. The man between your legs would moan at the sight. Not much later, Logan smirked as he kissed all the way up to your leg, taking his sweet time to give your body the attention you deserved. He pressed soft kisses from your ankles up to your knees, his hands moving along with his mouth, caressing the insides of your thighs as he gradually moved up your legs.
His lips lingered on your thighs, licking and sucking some kisses on your soft skin, Loganâs lips were so close to where you needed him the most yet he felt so far away.
âSo pretty,â he murmured as he guided your legs over either of his shoulders.
You were about to beg as his lips detached from your thigh, only for moments later to feel him nuzzling against your pussy, smearing your juices across his lips and opening you up to his skilled tongue.
You gasp and squirm at the contact of his wet tongue.
He then pulls back for a second, âpussy tastes so good,â he moaned before his fingers moved to spread your outer lips for him. âBut I think I'm gonna play with my girl for a bit.â Logan smiled as he slid a finger inside of you, watching the way your body squirmed at the sensation, moaning against the pillow next to you as you tried to muffle yourself.
You moaned as he moved his thick and long finger inside your tight walls. âSo wet for me baby girl, youâre literally dripping on my finger,â he said before he pressed some kisses on your pubic bone, making you buck your hips in response. âEasy, kitty, we have all night.â
âL-Logan, please please I need more. Need your mouth and just. More. Pleaseeee need you so baââ your whining got cut off the moment you felt his lips wrap around your clit, sucked it into his mouth, coaxing a loud but broken moan out of you. âF-Fuck!â
You felt like screaming, you didnât know what to do with your hands, feeling so lost and overwhelmed with the pleasure Logan was giving you already. He dove between your legs, licking a stripe up through your folds and teasingly dipping his tongue into your entrance along with his finger before he travelled up to your clit, spreading your lips with his wet appendage before sucking your button into his mouth.
The whine that came out of you only drove Logan to seek out more of those heavenly sounds. As his one single digit pumped in and out of you, you couldnât help but appreciate that his fingers felt so much more pleasurable and thicker than your own. As bliss overwhelmed your senses, you felt your whole body start to tremble.Â
Your core began clenching around his finger, begging for more. He pumped his finger in and out of you at a leisurely pace. Instinctively you tried moving your hips, slowly, grinding against his hand and mouth as he moaned. He gave you an intense look as he continued to fuck you with his finger. His eyes couldnât seem to stay in one place as he admired how beautiful you were underneath him.
You were panting heavily, barely able to think straight, your mind turning hazy as he slowly slipped a second finger inside your tight channel.Â
Logan moved them slowly at first as your pussy tried to adjust to the addition. The stretch was overwhelming but oh so satisfying. Little whimpers left your lips as he fucked you with his fingers. He moved his face back to meet yours, engulfing you in a passionate kiss, swallowing all your little mewls.
You gasped, his tongue slipped inside your mouth, kissing you with so much passion, giving you everything he had to offer. âThat feels good doesn't it, princess?â Logan groaned as his thumb made contact with your clit. You bucked your hips and nodded quietly. âUse your words pretty girl,â he taunted while he curled his fingers inside you as he played with the sensitive spot inside you.
âYes, please please Lo, feels⊠so good.â You moaned loudly.
Soon his lips travelled all the way down your body as whines and whimpers left your trembling lips, silently begging for more â all while he was still finger fucking you.
Logan inhaled your scent as soon as he leaned forward, but didnât let you wait in anticipation much longer. He wet his lips before his head dipped between your legs, warm tongue licking a slow stripe across your outer lips, all the way up to your button.
âAh, fuck!â You cried out, your hips bucking off the mattress.Â
Squeaky, senseless noises bubbled up from your throat wantonly. Your hips stuttered against him and he just sighed like there was nothing in the world he'd rather do than this, eating you out on your bed.
You were a mess of his name, chanting and stuttering over and over again like a prayer. Your eyes squeezing shut to the point of tears, his mouth licked up your clit, as he continued to finger you while one of his other hands was holding your hip, pinning you to the soft sheets as you bucked into him, trying to urge him to do more.
The way he build up your arousal by pumping his fingers in and out of you, curling up ever so slightly to find the spongy spot inside of you. The familiar coil in your belly continued to build up as Logan suckled on your sensitive bud. Your abdomen tightened as he began quickening his pace again, his fingers hitting into that sweet spot with precision, had your toes curling as you clenched your thighs around his head.
Logan was lapping at you with determination, moving his fingers continuously as he slowly got you to the edge.
âOh, myââyou whimpered, trembling digits sinking half into his brown hair and the other against your teeth, as you tried to silence yourself. âFuck, aahh Logan, f-fuckâŠâ
He moaned against you as his lips sealed around your clit and you bucked your hips at the action. Warmth spread throughout your whole body as he began talking you through it. âFuckinâ- you taste so good. Feels so good. Youâre just⊠everything.â
You whimpered as he continued. âCome on,â he grunted as he pumped his fingers faster in and out of you. âCome on baby, cum for me.âÂ
âAh, d-daddy,â You gasped loudly as your whole body trembled even more, the hot familiar feeling continued to spread all over your body, your body tingling, your hips moving at their own accord against Loganâs hand and face. Totally unaware of the word that slipped past your lips as your body tensed as he called you âa good girlâ and shortly after you came against his mouth and around his fingers.Â
âThatâs my girl.â
Your whole mind felt like exploding and all you could see were stars. You felt so overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure and emotions you were experiencing. Your body still trembled as you felt yourself come down from your high.
As you slowly came back to your senses you felt him gently pull his fingers out of your pulsing hole. But you still felt Loganâs mouth on you, licking and sucking at your pussy and it didnât feel like he was gonna stop any time soon. You whined as he moaned against you while he licked against your tight entrance, licking up your release, his tongue prodding your slick hole.
ââS too much.â You whimpered at the overstimulation.
Logan ignored your pleas, moaning against your heat as he continued to eat you out. The man you adored so much between your legs kept sliding his tongue up and down your sensitive slit. Your little mewls and other noises of ecstasy spurred him on, to move his lips back up to your clit, sucking the nub softly between his lips.Â
âYou love having daddy eat your sweet pussy donât you?â He smirked, looking up at your flustered and embarrassed face as he continued licking your soaked cunt. âNo need to be embarrassed, baby. I like it.â
The walls of your pussy clenched furiously, the empty feeling inside you intensifying with every lick, and as your wetness trickled out of you, your core practically begged him to fill it up.
âOh sweet girl.â Logan tutted as you began grinding your hips against his face as moans kept spilling from your lips. âYouâre so sensitive, kitten.â He chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your clit.Â
Eventually he leaned down, finally slipping his tongue into your entrance, he curled the muscle upward to brush your walls, the sight of your fingers bunching the fabric of the sheets in a tight grip encouraged him to do it again and again.
Writhing below him, you felt him lick up and press against a sensitive spot inside that had you seeing stars, while your hips bucked against his face uncontrollably. Your fingers moved once again, gripping onto his dark hair rather harshly as you pushed your hips against his face shoving his tongue deeper inside your hole.
âPlease,â you begged. ââM close.â
âPlease what?â He taunted as he continued to lick your heat.
âP-please,â you stuttered and paused before finishing timidly. âDaddy.â
âGood girl,â he said before plunging his tongue back inside you as his thumb came up to press against your little bundle of nerves. Moments later, the tension snapped inside your lower tummy, cumming with a loud whine, your hips stuttered as your vision blurred. You cried out his name, your voice unable to remain steady.Â
Your hips stuttered until the final waves of aftershock pass. As you slowly came back down to reality again while you tried to catch your breath, you heard him praising you softly while he continued to lap at your wetness gently. You whined and nudged him away with your leg, only to react with a chuckle.
âTaste so good, baby. Could eat your sweet pussy all day.â He grinned as he licked the wetness off his mouth. Logan smirked, holding eye contact with you as he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth.
You giggled as he licked his fingers clean, feeling slightly embarrassed by the action. Trying to hide your flushed face, you lazily raised your hands to cover it, but Logan wasnât having any of it. With a gentle smile, he placed tender kisses all over your hands, pulling them down slowly. Then, he leaned in closer, pressing sweet kisses to your nose, your forehead, and both your cheeks before finally capturing your lips. Each kiss was playful, filled with warmth, as laughter bubbled softly between you, his grin widening against your mouth.
He pulled away with a satisfied sigh, a warm smile spreading across his face as he reached to touch the side of your neck, tracing his fingertips up and down.
You exhaled as you melted at the feel of his touch and kissed his thumb as it came to trace across your lips. Your shaky legs wrapped around his hips, and with a playful gleam in your eyes, you gave his thumb a tender lick, holding his gaze as you rubbed your still sensitive heat against his clothed cock.
âF-fuck, you canât just do that kitten.â He groaned as his hands came to hold your hips, stilling your movements.
You whined, pouting as you looked up at him. âWhy not?â
âItâs hard to control myself around you.â He grunted as he started grinding his cock against you. Your gaze wandered downward, following the line of the vein near his V-line as it disappeared beneath his grey sweatpants. You couldnât help but whine underneath him as he continued to grind his covered cock against your growing wetness. You gasped after giving you a particular hard thrust, thatâs when you realised and felt he wasnât wearing any underwear underneath them. He felt massive. âIâve been trying to control myself for years. I think Iâd have to control myself a bit longer.â
âW-why?â you hiccuped as he kept rutting his hips into yours.
âDonât wanna hurt ya.â He mumbled, as his cock strained against his sweatpants.
âBut I know you wonât.â You said, your voice steady, filled with all the confidence you could summon. You watched as his jaw clenched, his grip tightening slightly as he held himself back, resisting the urge to just take you like he always wanted.
âHow are you so certain?â His breath hitched when you tightened your legs around him.
âI-I, because I trust you.â You continued to stutter as you both rolled your hips against each other. His eyes darkened with desire, but you could tell he was trying to restrain himself, fighting against what he truly wanted, even though the tension between you was nearly unbearable. Still, you held his gaze, unwavering. âBecause you love me.â
Logan groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he fought to keep control, every muscle in his body tense with the effort. You could see the conflict etched across his face, the battle between what he wanted and what he was trying to hold back. His grip on you tightened slightly, a sign of the restraint still lingering in him, though it was slowly slipping away. His breathing was ragged, and for a moment, you thought he might give in. But then, he swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay still, clinging to the last shred of restraint that hadnât left him yet. âYou donât know how hard this is,â he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice thick with desire. âHow difficult itâs been, every day since I met you, trying to hold back while being around you.â
âI think I do, Logan,â you whispered, gazing up at him. âMaybe not in the exact way you feel it, but Iâve struggled too, convincing myself daily that I could never have you. And now, realising I couldâve had you from the startâitâs almost unbearable.â You bit your lip, noticing how his expression softened. âThatâs why I donât want us to hold back anymore. I donât think I can endure it any longer. Please, I need you, Logan. I love you, and Iâll always want youââ
Your words were cut off as Logan surged towards you, cupping your face as he kissed you passionately. His lips moved fervently against yours, as if he was trying to make up for every moment of restraint. Making up for any lost time. The intensity of his kiss made your head spin, your heartbeat quickening as you melted into his embrace. His hands then started roaming around your body, his hold on you tightening occasionally, pulling you closer, while his breath grew heavy as you felt every emotion as he kissed you. You clung to him, pouring out every feeling and emotion out with every heated kiss.
âI love you,â Logan murmured between tender kisses, breathlessly whispering your name.
Your own hands began wandering all over his body and eventually down his solid chest until your fingers met his abdomen, slipping momentarily underneath the waistband of his sweatpants. With a mix of urgency and desire, you tugged at them while whimpering underneath him as you continued to kiss him deeply.
âJust relax, baby. Iâve got you,â he whispered softly after pulling away from the kiss. He eventually took it upon himself to slowly peel back, shuffling a bit to rid himself of the last piece of fabric on his body. He tossed it aside, fully exposing himself to your hungry eyes.
Your breath hitched, your eyes wide. Fuck, he was massive. Long and thick in all the right ways. Just as you thought, the vein between his V Lines moved down to his cock. A spark of heat shot down to your pulsing core as you imagined how he would fit or fill you up. But it was also accompanied by a twinge of nerves.
Logan chuckled as he moved closer to you, his lips chasing your own as he enveloped you in another sweet but deep kiss.Â
The two of you kissed languidly for a moment, treasuring the heat of each other's bodies as your lips slot together with ease, but soon enough the kisses become deeper, more frantic and hands start to grip tighter and legs tangling together.Â
It's like you're both starved, this insatiable hunger for each other.Â
You couldnât help but roll your hips against his to feel his thick cock. You whined as it turned slick as you kept grinding yourself against him, and he had no trouble gliding his hips against you and rutting it into your clit.
You gasped openly into his mouth, desire growing quickly. You were so wet. Logan swallowed your whines with his lips against yours, hips rolling against you. He kissed you full with fervour, his grip on you intensifying heatedly.
He held his length in his hand as he kept rubbing the head of his cock from your entrance, up to your clit, circling until you were squirming underneath him, and back down. The thought of his thickness finally entering your pussy made you wetter by the second, turning you more on. Logan swallowed your little mewls with his mouth, his hips rolling with yours.
You were trembling against him, full of anticipation. His body covered your whole body with his. You writhed against him, wishing he was just in you already and filling you up and consuming you with pleasure once again.
âP-please, Logan.â You stuttered, your body trembling underneath him as you waited for his next move.Â
Logan hummed as he concentrated while circling your clenching hole teasingly. You arched your back slightly as you whined, silently begging to finally fill your pussy the way youâve always wanted him to do.
âRelax, baby girl.â He whispered after he licked and kissed underneath your ear.
âPlease d-daddy, I-I need you.â You whimpered in anticipation. Logan would grunt loudly before nudging the tip of his cock against your soaked hole. Your legs trembled underneath him, a mix of nerves and excitement. âWant you to fill this little pussy. Need you t-to fill it with more than your cock. N-need your cum.â You whispered seductively against his ear as his last bit of restraint snaps.Â
At your words, Logan gradually put more pressure on your entrance making you whimper underneath him, once he finally slid his tip inside you, a gasp elicited from the both of you.
Youâre aware this was just barely the tip of him, but you couldnât help but feel the stretch burn already. Logan slid in so slowly it was agonising. You cried out as he gradually pushed more of his pulsing cock inside your own clenching hole. He was so big.
You tangled your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling slightly as you whined underneath him. He panted along with you, his warm breath fanning over your face while he kept his forehead pressed against yours. The stretch stung, but his pace kept it bearable. He guided himself a centimetre further, then another, another, until you were digging your nails into his scalp, a gasp spilling from your lips.
His hips stilled instantly once he heard the pained noises falling from your lips. Tears began to prickle at your waterline, a combination of discomfort and the overwhelming feelings that were coursing through you.
âDoing so good for me baby,â he praised as he peppered your face with gentle kisses. âYouâre doing so good for me.â
âPlease,â you whimpered as your eyes fluttered close.
Logan continued to move almost painfully slow, letting you adjust to every centimetre of him. After a couple of seconds you were able to relax more into it. You whimpered, clutching his shoulders at the stretch, the heat in your abdomen growing as your walls fluttered around him, pleasure beginning to bloom in your stomach.
âSo fullâŠâ you whined.
âSuch a good girl,â he grunted softly. You think there wasnât a possibility to get more wet but as he utters those words you felt your heat get even more wet. He leaned down as he kissed your lips gently, as he filled you up bit by bit. He hoped the sweetness of his embrace would soften the sting.
Youâre trembling as you canted your hips up, begging for him to fill you to the brim, while you gripped the bedsheets between your fingers. âPlease Lo, need more. I can take it, daddy.â You whimpered as you involuntarily and repeatedly tightened around his thick cock.
He groaned at your desperate whines, losing his composure momentarily as he thrust the rest of his length all the way inside your tiny hole. The head of his dick kissing your cervix once he bottomed out. You cried out as you were trembling underneath him, trying to adjust to his size while your pussy kept pulsing around his cock.
âFuck, so fuckinâ tight.â He hissed as he let you adjust to his cock.Â
His lips came to press soft and tender kisses all over your face as he let you relax. Tears brimmed at the corners of your eyes as you continued to adjust around him. You felt so full, as if he was made for you, and only you. The feeling of him filling you up so completely had you seeing stars and digging fingernails into his shoulders. You felt one of his hands finding your hand, lacing them with yours as the other one reached up to your face.
His breathing was heavy as you squeezed his cock repeatedly. Small whimpers left your lips as you squirm underneath him.
You needed more.Â
You hadnât even realised your eyes had drifted shut until you slowly opened them, gazing up at Logan with a soft, pleading look. âPlease, Logan.â
âWhat do you need, sweetheart?â he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated deep in his chest.
âNeed more.â You whispered.
âAww, does my sweet girl need me to move?â he teased, tilting his head with a playful smirk.
âNeed you, please.â You begged as your pussy clenched around his thick cock rather hard which made him groan above you. âPlease, I need you to fuck me so bad.â
His breath hitched as he exhaled shakily, before nodding quietly. Slowly, he started moving inside you, gentle but deep. One hand reached down to play with your clit, while the other one went to intertwine your fingers together, holding your hand tightly.Â
The sting hurt for a while, but it easily morphed into a more pleasurable feeling as he moved against you. Youâre so overstimulated from all your previous orgasms that the sensation he was giving you was mixed between pain and pleasure.
He grunted as he dropped his head to your ear to kiss and lick at the sensitive skin just below it. Soon enough the pain would completely disappear and all you could feel was pure bliss.
Slowly, you were getting used to his girth, anticipating it every time he pulled out of you before moving forward. Your legs are splayed open on either side of his hips as he ground his cock into you. The angle was so good, gradually he would pick up his pace, leaving you a whimpering mess underneath him. As he fucked into you in languid strokes, the sound of slick skin and your noises of pleasure could be heard in your bedroom.
âHow do you feel?â he whispered against your ear.
âFeels so good.â You moaned as you tightened around his cock, this time voluntarily.
You whimpered as he picked up the pace, angling himself in a certain way inside you. He finally leaned down to wrap his arms around you, the action elicited a gasp out of you as you grab at the sheets around you, as he fucked you harder and faster.
Every time heâd thrust inside you, his pelvic bone would drag along your throbbing clit, making you cry out his name in pure ecstasy.Â
âYouâre taking me so well, sweet girl. Doing so so, good for me.â He whispered against your skin as he moved to nuzzle his face against your neck.
Soft grunts fell from Loganâs lips whenever he hit a specific deep spot inside you. You whimpered as his lips moved back up to your lips, enveloping them in a heated kiss. You melted completely against him, holding you close to him as he fucked you. He snaked one of his hands down between your conjoined bodies finding your clit as he rubbed two fingers over the sensitive nub.
At a certain point you felt him slide into a pressure point in your core and coupled with the way his fingers circled your clit, it had you clenching like a vise around his dick. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the pleasure he was providing you. The whimpers that fell from your lips became higher pitched as he picked up his pace.
âFeeling good, kitten?â He groaned, as his lips curled into a mischievous smile as he admired the way your face twisted in pure bliss. Too overwhelmed by the new experience. Filth and praise continued to come out of his mouth as he fucked you. âThis pussy was made for daddy.â
His mouth covered your own instead as he swallowed all your little noises of pleasure, you could feel the tightness return in your belly, the tight coil that pulls tighter with every movement and every touch.
Your whimpers, gasps of pleasure and pants increased as ecstasy and warmth overwhelmed your senses.
âTaking daddyâs cock so well, baby.â
His hands couldnât get enough of you, sliding around your hips and lower back, wanting to feel all of you, touch you everywhere. You whimpered at the feeling of his speed, feeling another orgasm coming so close, eyes tightly shut and legs locked bruisingly around Loganâs hips. He could feel it too, in the way you clenched and squeezed around his length, and he began to drive even harder into your pussy as he tilted his hips gently, searching for the one place that he hoped would blow your mind.
âAh, daddyââ you hiccuped as he fucked you so good you felt like a blabbering mess. âNeed you to come inside my pussy...â
âIs that what you want?â He growled as you pulsed around him. âCanât believe it⊠itâs your first time and youâre already begging for me to cum inside. So filthy. Youâre close arenât ya?â
You nodded furiously as your arms trembled as they wrapped around him, your nails digging in his back as he moaned on top of you. The feeling of the coil tightening in your belly, was tingling down to your legs, ready to snap at any moment.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered, cursing under his breath when you purposefully tighten your walls around him. âBet youâd look even prettier with my cum inside your pussy. All full and messy.â
âPleaseâŠâ you moaned as you thought about him filling you up. âPlease Lo, baby, daddy⊠please fill this pussy up.â
He grunted as he buried his face into your neck as he fucked into you, making the whole bed rattle at his force.
âYou want to cum pretty girl?â
You nodded frantically at his words while your eyes fluttered close as you bit your lip harshly. You were bucking up beneath him, nails digging into his skin even more as his hand moved back to your clit as another came to intertwine your hands together, pinning them to the bed. He rubbed your clit with enough pressure to ensure youâll cum around him.
âCum for daddy.â Logan demands softly.
And when he finally nudged against that spot inside you coupled with his deep voiceâ you were exploding, shattering, and detonating all at once, as you cried out his name. Blood was rushing so wildly in your ears that you couldnât possibly hear the way you wail and sob as he crashed his lips onto yours, swallowing all your noises. Your head lolled back, your back arching violently as you twist and contort in pleasure underneath him.
âThatâs it, good girl.â Logan moaned in your ear as your walls spasmed and pulsed around his cock, begging him to cum inside, desperate for him to fill you up the way he promised.
âFuck,â he groaned, pushing himself up as he thrust deeper into you, the head of his cock hitting your cervix repeatedly. âYou want me to fill this pussy up? Make it all messy?â
You were still in a daze but you were able to understand him so you nod vigorously at his words, whining even more at the sensitivity. Your pussy squeezed around his cock in anticipation. âPleaseâŠâ
âFuck, take it baby.â It washed over him instantly, hips stuttering into you as he grew desperate, eyes squeezing shut when he felt his cock throb inside of you before hot spurts of his seed splashed along your walls, painting them in ribbons of white. The warmth of his seed filled you up and spread inside your pussy. The feeling made you whimper, limbs limp on the bed as he shallowly thrust into you, making sure you took every last drop.Â
His warm cum filled you up deeply, the mild heat of it settling deep inside you and causing you to squirm under him. Logan panted as he let his body slump against yours. He rested on top of you, trying to steady his breath. His cock was still nuzzled deep within you, still half hard as it kept his cum from leaking out.
It was a blurry haze when you came back to your senses, your whole body was aching whilst simultaneously feeling the most relaxed you've ever been, equally as exhausted as it was energised, and you didnât bother trying to question why. Just pure contentment.
Once both of you caught your breaths, Logan leaned his forehead against yours before kissing you tenderly.
âThat wasâŠâ He breathed, smiling tiredly at the complete dopey mess he's made of you; hair all over the place and eyes lidded heavily, heated skin glowing and your lips looking swollen from all the kisses youâve both shared.
âOh yeah, that was mind blowing.â Your voice came out hoarse, still recovering from the height and volume it had gone, and you cleared your throat gently before you smiled up at him.
âI love you.â He whispered before he captured your lips in a deep and lazy kiss. You could feel his soft mouth smiling against yours as you whimpered against him. You felt yourself melting against his embrace as he wrapped his arms around you.
âI love you too.â You whispered back against his mouth.Â
You shifted slightly when you felt that he was still hard inside you. Biting your lip, you squeezed purposely around him at the realisation. Logan groaned at the feeling, his large palms sliding up your sides in a soothing manner.Â
âDonât do that.â Logan grumbled but you saw a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
âWhy not?â You giggled as your hands trailed through his hair.
âMakes me wanna fuck you again.â Your boyfriend mumbled.
âHm, thatâs kind of the point.â You continued to giggle.
Logan chuckled as he pulled his head back, looking at you with a mirthful smile.
Before you knew it, he pulled out only to man handle your body in the position he wanted you to be. Manoeuvres your body until youâre on your tummy. His hands came to hold your hips, pulling them up, your ass in the air for him.
He kneads the flesh of your cheeks before spreading them apart for him. Your body slumps slightly forward with exhaustion but Logan is quick to grip your hips, holding you in the same position. âOh kitten, Iâm not done with you yet.â He tutted.Â
Your cheeks flushed with heat as you prepared yourself for a long night filled with passion.
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