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bugsyfics · 8 months

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DEFLOWER — S. MICHAELIS

✰ 10: 04 - [virginity kink] ✰

Synopsis: It's your first time and Sebastian is delighted to lend a helping hand

Run time (wc): 489 Rating: R (18+ mdni) ⚠︎ CW: virginity kink, corruption, unprotected sex, creampie, verrry slight dub-con

kinktober '23 m.list

A sacred thing virginity is. Whether or not it is treated as such, since one can think of this subjectively, there’s something to be said about how the very first time opens the door to a myriad of possibilities and electrifies curiosity.

Perhaps it was because it was in his nature to corrupt, but the idea of taking your innocence lit Sebastian ablaze with sexual desire. He knew you were apprehensive. In fact, you trembled and reached for his pale, slender hands each time his fingers grazed below your belly button. You tensed and he soothed you with warm kisses along your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts, smirking to himself whenever your chest rose suddenly with a hitched breath. Clearly, whatever he was doing was working. Arousal pooled at the entrance of your aching cunt, the aroma reaching Sebastian and driving him wild.

“I believe you're ready,” Sebastian groaned. This was no question, he was certain, however he looked at you expectantly with glowing eyes. Then with a soft, keen whimper you obliged.

Sebastian was growing impatient, each moment he went without being balls deep inside you was tortuous. So, he took no time unfurling his erection and swiping a bead of pre cum over your sensitive clit. You mewled and bucked your hips forward chasing the feeling. And finally, you felt it. The tip of his cock stretching past your hymen and entering your sodden cunt with a squelch.

“Wait–” Your eyebrows furrowed in discomfort. But Sebastian only acknowledged it with a faint hum and rolling of his hips. It wasn’t that he did not care, indubitably he knew that if he stopped now, the next time he began he’d take you in a brutish way. Ungentleman-like, and above all like a beast–the beast he was.

He gritted his teeth and slowly rocked forward again, then again, until he felt you clench around him and watched your head lull back onto the soft duvet.

As he continued, your body shook, and you bit your lip staring up at him with blown pupils. This was something he could get used to and the thought made him thrust faster into your fluttering walls.

“I feel–oh!” you gasped and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “Weird like I might pee.”

Instead of responding, Sebastian chuckled, pressing his forehead to yours and fucked you deeper, more intimately. The pressure grew and you squirmed underneath him, legs thrown loosely over his waist and panting. This type of yearning was foreign to you. The coil grew tighter and tighter before snapping suddenly, leaving you a moaning mess.

His cum leaked out of you like sweet vanilla pudding in an eclair, and he licked his lips eagerly. Sebastian was proud, but not yet satisfied.

“I’m impressed, my love,” Sebastian said, pulling you forward by the plush of your thighs. “You take me so well… how about another go?”

#not sfw #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis smut #black butler sebastian #black butler fandom #black butler imagines #black butler x reader #black butler scenarios #black butler x y/n #black butler fanfiction #black butler smut #kuroshitsuji smut #kuroshitsuji sebastian #kuroshitsuji x reader #sebastian x reader #sebastian michaelis #kintober 2023 #kinktober

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thekatebridgerton · 22 days

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Today on another episode of stories I'm too sleep deprived to write: Jekyll and Hyde Bridgerton boys au

Since the Bridgerton boys tend to get so bipolar around their love interest, what if it was actually a day/night curse that only true love can... blend in.

Take Anthony, Benedict and Colin, respectable gentlemen by day, rakes by night.

During daylight, Anthony is respectfully courting Edwina and trading barbs with Kate, but during any night time ball he's cornering Kate in dark libraries and whispering sensually in her ear about all the things he wants to do to her. Kate finds him distasteful at first, easily cluing in that during daylight hours, Anthony is too rational to attempt to seduce her, and running away from him during night time balls, but his changes in mood are getting out of hand, she's taken to staying at home for the past number of balls and Edwina swears that Viscount Bridgerton is beginning to scare her. The less of Kate he sees at night, the more his ungentleman side wants to have her. And Kate is running out of options to avoid him, she's falling for him and if she doesn't do something drastic she's going to end up ruined, or worse, married to the insufferable man, so in a last ditch attempt to save herself she's just announced she's going to India... Now Anthony's unrestrained side has started blending in with his good one in an attempt to stop Kate from leaving him and it's not good, not good at all

Benedict thought he was spared the most unsavory sides of the curse, some night time debauchery here and there was a small price to pay for keeping his reputation as the ton's darling. That until he met the lady in silver, and for the first time the wild side of the curse got out of control. The one that got away drove his nocturnal self mad with want. For 2 years he fought against it only for Sophie Beckett to bring it out of him more strongly than before. Sophie Beckett isn't scared of anything, she should be scared of Benedict, who gets her a job in the morning, then demands she be his mistress at night. But she's figured that even at his worst she can push him back and he won't hurt her. Sure he's determined to help her establish herself independently during daylight and demands she depend only on him during his nighttime adventures, but Sophie is strong, she's dealt with worse. At least until gentlemen daylight Benedict starts seducing her in a very rakish way. And wild untamed nighttime Benedict starts romancing her like a gentleman in love

Colin... Well Colin has always known he's cursed. He learned to work around it, keeping his darker nature under control with decadent food and debauched travels and the occasional gambling. Until Penelope Featherington asked his nighttime self for a kiss and got in the way of his neatly laid plans. Penelope is clever, too clever, his daylight self might hate her, but oh his nighttime self can't live without her and she thrives on it. Truly it irks Colin to know that she prefers him at his worst during the night and rejects his at his best during daylight. She with her lady Whistledown secrets, smiling as she indulges his every hungry whim during secret nighttime meetings and then pretends the man she's taken for lover is not Colin Bridgerton. If she didn't frustrate him so, he might think himself inlove with her. Penelope Featherington knows Colin's secret, truthfully she doesn't mind if he knows hers, as lady Whistledown its only fair that he knows she can ruin his life if he dares to ruin hers. His nighttime self is fun, savage, and completely enamored with her body, nothing like daylight Colin. Penelope adores that side of him. Part of her doesn't even want to admit they're the same person because Daylight Colin is the popular charmer of the ton who can't even look her in the eye and calls her his dear friend. But nighttime Colin is hers and he doesn't demand anything out of her as her lover, truly its the best arrangement in the world... That is until an overprotective Colin Bridgerton ravishes her in a carriage and proposes marriage in front of all her family, all in the same morning. Could it be his two personalities are blending??

And Gregory Bridgerton, he's seventeen and afraid, very afraid about when he'll reach a point where his curse will be triggered and what that will mean for his best friend Lucy Abernathy. Because Greg knows he's going to respect Lucy till the day he dies, but he also knows he can't live without her and he can almost feel the want in his bones, how little it would take for his Lucy to be his undoing and the reason he needs to lock himself up at night... It's going to happen eventually but Gregory hopes it takes longer than a few years, for Lucy's sake and for his own.

#bridgerton #polin #kanthony #benophie #Bridgerton au #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #benedict bridgerton #sophie beckett #penelope fetherington #colin bridgerton #'magic' bipolar au #the girl Bridgertons lose rationality full time when meeting their true love and that's their curse

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bethanydelleman · 1 year

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AITA for bringing up scruples when I proposed?

u/radicaltruthTA

Throw-away because my sister knows my main

I still don't really see where I was wrong here, so I'm going to ask anonymously.

Background: I (M) am wealthy and well-connected. I don't want to get into details, but I think it's safe to say I could marry anyone I wanted.

As you can imagine, when I found myself interested in a girl with no connections, no fortune, and a really vulgar family I was fairly annoyed. I tried as hard as I could to get over it, as I felt that was my duty. But she is really great so I went for it.

I felt it was fair to explain during my proposal the reasons that I had been hesitant, you know, the expectations of my family, my station in life, the fact that her family is so embarrassing that I'm surprised she hasn't melted in pure shame (she has somehow learned better manners), and the like.

Instead of appreciating my struggle or taking it as a compliment to her many perfections, she got really, really angry and then said that I had behaved in an ungentleman-like manner and I was, "the last man in the world whom [she] could ever be prevailed on to marry" She basically called me an AH.

I don't think I did anything wrong, I was just being honest about my scruples. Was I supposed to rejoice in the inferiority of her circumstances? I thought she would be flattered! And I staunchly believe in radical honesty.

I can't talk to anyone in my family so I'm asking here. AITA?

Top Comment:

u/MiniBabyCakes

I knew just from the username that I would be answering YTA. How did you manage to write all of that out and not see the problem?

"Radical truth telling" is just code for "I'm an AH but I pretend it's honesty"

Comment somewhere near the bottom:

u/MrsHtheQueen

@u/PrincessCaroline did you see this?

u/PrincessCaroline

O.M.G.

AITA Jane Austen Masterpost

#AITA Jane Austen #Mr. Darcy #pride and prejudice #This is AITA Jane Austen week baby!#elizabeth bennet #worst proposal in the novel #All week I'm going to be bringing you AITA posts from random Jane Austen characters #Because it amuses me

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asarajaa · 1 month

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Me encanta los colores de tu blog!!

Do you have any head canons for Bachira?

How he would react to falling in love with someone? :)

I hope you are doing well!

Omg mil gracias! Me pasé como 2 días buscando el aesthetic correcto, en un principio iba a ser coquette pero cambie de idea en último momento jajsjsja

Said and done, my love! Hope you like it <3!

Warnings: fem!reader, spanish lyrics, bllk fem!manager Words: 565 Disclaimer: English isn't my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

Bachira falling in love hcs

₊˚ෆ We have to be realistic, this man wouldn't notice.

₊˚ෆ I believe Bachira hasn't any experience with the female genre except his mom, so he think of you as just a friend.

₊˚ෆ At first he didn't know how to 'name' you, because it felt different being your friend compared to being Isagis, but he thought it was because you were girl.

₊˚ෆ It isn't until Chigiri pointed out your treatment to each other. How you always give him first water or anything he needs, how his eyes look for your presence when he enters any room and so on.

₊˚ෆ Then is when he started to notice.

₊˚ෆ Bachira is confused af, so before making any move (or making another one, apparently) he waited until break and ask advice from his mama.

₊˚ෆ How can you blame him? You were such a really nice friend (?) and he didn't wanna mess things up.

₊˚ෆ When his mama tells him about the feeling in his stomach (know he knows they're called butterflies), the heart beating faster and more signs, he agreed with the idea of being in love with you.

₊˚ෆ "How to make my crush like me back".

₊˚ෆ MY POOR BOY DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO 😭😭😭

₊˚ෆ After some advice (from his mama ofc), he decided let the things flow. Again, I believe Bachira is very cautious with this thing and doesn't wanna mess thing up (plus i'll be awkard if he does bc you guys will see eachother everyday for a long time, he doesn't want that).

₊˚ෆ His mamas advice help him, but he's still confused. Like, does he really fall in love? He doesn't know the answer to that.

₊˚ෆ You, on the other hand, were 100% sure you were in love with him.

₊˚ෆ Until on day, the day. It was during the break, you were hanging out with the boys when all of a sudden it started raining.

You were alone with Bachira, in the middle of the way back to the arcade. All of you were hungry and since the arcades food wasn't cheap, you guys decided to go to a convenient store.

All of you put your names on a roulette you find on the internet to decide the 2 persons who had to went, and omg- Bachira and you? How unexpected.

However, it started raining and you were with Bachira. Bachira, as the gentleman he is, offered to carry all of the bags ( because mama didn't raise no ungentleman boy ✋🏽).

And your first thought wasn't to put on the hood you had, or going to a covered place- no.

Your first thought was to touch your fingertips making a little house and cover Bachiras head.

Of course, it barely worked.

But the effort.

The effort. Because you were shorter than him, you have to tiptoe so his face was pretty close to yours.

The effort. Because you were getting your hair wet, which made it stick to your cheeks while his face was almost all dry.

The effort. Because you put his needings before yours (and he'll be damned if he didn't do the same).

At that moment, with your face millimeters away from him, he could only had one thing in his mind:

Mama will like her.

₊˚ෆ "Ya encontré, la que será mi futura esposa" was his only though at that moment apart from the fact that his mother would like you AND U CAN'T CHANGE MY MIND 😻✋🏽

₊˚ෆ For those who not know spanish, that is a line from a very popular song here in Spain. It's called "Mi Estrella Blanca", the line appears in the 1:45 minute. It means "I have already found the one who will be my future wife" and the song means "My White Star", it's a very beautiful song, go listen to it!!!

I LOVED how this turned on, I think I'll be making content inpired by lyrics from now on, tell me your opn!!

idk if you guys understant what y/n was doing with her hands?? here's a picture:

WHJBDJHD SRRY IT'S THE ONLY ONE THAT MATCHES. Imagine it like that but the thumbs are w/ the rest of the fingers.

PODER BESAARLA, CADA MAÑAANA. MIRAR PAL LADO Y VERLA TUMBADA EN MI CAAMA. SERÁ MI NOOCHE, SERÁ MI DÍAAAAAA. MI ESTRELA BLANCAAA

btw I finished 4 today, my abdomen hurts a little bit from sitting for a long time, lovya'll 💗💗💗

3 post in a day wow

26/04/24

#blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #bllk x you #bachira meguru #bachira x reader #blue lock bachira #bllk bachira #bllk fluff #fanfiction #asarajas works (bllk)#asarajas works #PODER BESARLA #SERÁ MI DIAAAAAAA #MI ESTRELLA BLANCAAAA

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footballffbarbiex · 8 months

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Take His Time

player: trent alexander arnold words: 635 request: 500 + words - no pref - Smut - You are working for a few months in another city and the night before you leave Trent plans a date. He is a little anxious for you spending time apart and he wants to make sure you remember exactly what he can give you that noone else does xx warnings: nipple play and fingering.

Trent had never been one to let you leave without a proper goodbye but tonight felt different. There was something else in the way he looked at you, some part of him had to be touching you - whether that was his hand across the table stroking your own hand and fingers or him touching your arm, his foot against yours beneath the table, a brush of your legs against one another's. He’d watched you with such an intensity that it felt like he was trying to memorise every little detail of yourself to his mind.

He’d been attentive, not that he was ever ungentleman-y, but he really pulled out all of the stops. The restaurant wasn’t a 5* Michelin, there were no snobby touches or looks as though you didn’t belong here, it was good enough for the two of you without being too run of the mill. People still looked, people always looked wherever Trent went, but this certainly felt different. In the back of your mind, you half expected a proposal.

A proposal hadn’t come, but the evening had felt perfect. A true lingering memory of this while you spent nights away in a hotel, only back for a few days at a time before leaving to go back out of the city once more.

It’s not until you’re at home, slipping the shoes from your feet in the bedroom that you sense he’s behind you. He waits until you’re straightening up before he touches your shoulders, his lips are at your neck and slowly, you feel his fingers beginning to undress you. Gentle tugs are given to your zipper once the three buttons are separated from their holding. With each fresh inch of skin exposed, Trent kisses his way down your body, taking the time to not rush as your dress opens up.

With the dress at your feet moments later, you find yourself on your back soon after as he tugs off your panties and leaves you naked before him. He’s looked at you what feels like millions of times before, but you feel exposed under this examination.

His name has barely left your lips when he climbs onto the bed. His lips wrap around your tight puckered nipple in a bite that’s barely there but enough to create a suction while his tongue swirls and laps against you. It was too easy to picture the very same motions against your clit and when you try to arch your back, your hand cupping the back of his head to hold him in place at your breast, he dips a hand between your legs and brushes against your damp folds.

When his first finger slips between them, you feel how wet you are by the ease of his movements. He pulls it slowly to your clit, barely applying pressure before he’s slipping it back down to your soaked hole where he teases your entrance while his mouth continues to work at your tit. You can feel him throbbing against you as he turns his body, clothed cock rutting against your thigh.

His name is whined as your belly contracts physically as though you’ve ran a marathon and are gulping in lungfuls of air. Trent switches nipples but not before blowing a steady cool stream of air over the wet one just to hear you whimper again as his finger pushes inside you fully. Pulling back out to the pads of your fingertips, he adds a second one and you open your thighs apart even more.

“Stop trying to fuck my fingers,” he hisses, nibbling at the curve of your breast warningly.

“Then fuck me.”

“If I rush it, you won’t be thinking of it while you’re away. And I need to be on your mind until I can be inside you again.”

#trent alexander arnold one shot #trent alexander arnold blurb #trent alexander arnold drabble #trent alexander arnold imagine #trent alexander arnold fanfic #football one shot #football blurb #football drabble #football fanfic

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writingwhimsey · 2 months

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Hi. For your prompt list may I request Clavis and "Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?" I would prefer straight smut please. Thank you.

Thank you for the request! And I knew as soon as I saw this one that I HAD to do it. I mean...that line is oh so Clavis! Anyway, here we are my first smut fic for Clavis!

Smut Is In The Air Event

Suitor: ikepri Clavis

Prompt: "Oh no, there is only one bed, what will we do now?"

NSFW 18+ content below

One Dark and Stormy Night

Clavis had traveled from the palace to visit the estate of a noble in the countryside. He had dragged Emma along with him, insisting that she needed to go to fulfill her duties as Belle. The visit with the noble had lasted later than expected and not long into their journey home, the weather had taken a turn for the worse.

The carriage could go no further for the night. Thankfully they had at least made it into a small town and were close to an inn. The pair made a mad dash inside through a torrential downpour and were greeted by a kindly old innkeeper, who greeted them with a smile.

“Oh you poor dears!” She exclaimed.

“It is a bit of a downpour out there.” Emma said. “We are just lucky we were able to make it to your inn.”

“And you’re in luck that I happen to have a room available.” She said, smiling as she turned around to grab a key. “Come this way.”

“A room?” Emma asked, catching onto the innkeeper’s words.

“Yes, dear. I have one last room available. I hope that won’t be a problem?” The old woman replied.

Clavis was then beaming at the old woman as he wrapped an arm around Emma’s shoulders. “Of course it won’t be a problem. Will it, dearest?” He was then looking at Emma, mischief dancing in his eyes.

Emma’s cheeks reddened. She was ready to push Clavis away, but then she saw the look of concern on the innkeeper’s face. While she didn’t particularly like the idea of having to share a room with Rhodlite’s Clown Prince…she really didn’t have any other options…and nor did she want the old woman thinking that Clavis was a scoundrel trying to hurt Emma in any way.

She may not always enjoy Clavis’s antics…but she knew he wouldn’t actually do anything to harm her. She also knew if he tried something and she said no, he would accept that no.

“Not a problem.” Emma admitted.

Clavis grinned and the old lady smiled as she led them down the hall and up a flight of stairs. They soon arrived at the room, the old woman telling them where they could locate towels and extra blankets and such.

Once she left, the pair were walking into the room, looking around. Emma felt her eyes widen. “Oh…come on…”

“Oh no, there is only one bed! What will we do now?” Clavis asked, in that exaggerated tone of his.

“Sleep.” Emma answered, looking up at him with a stern expression. She then went over to the closet and pulled out the extra pillows and blankets the innkeeper had told them about. She made a little nest of blankets on the floor. “As the gentleman, you can take the floor while I take the bed.”

Clavis chuckled. “Oh come now, where’s your sense of adventure my dear little bunny?”

Emma glared. “I’m going to go dry off and change into some dry clothes. I suggest you do the same.” She then headed for the small bathroom off of their suite and dried herself with some towels and changed into the spare clothes that were left, a thin white night shirt. Unfortunately for her, the night shirt only came to about her midthigh.

“Ugh…why?” Emma grumbled to herself. It’s not like she had much of a choice. She took a deep calming breath before exiting the room. Clavis was already changed and to Emma’s surprise was making himself comfortable on the floor bed she had just made for him.

Clavis looked up at her when he heard the door open. And despite being a gentleman, he felt himself sucking in a breath as some very ungentleman-like thoughts filled his mind at the sight of Emma’s bare legs.

“Clavis? Are you alright over there?” Emma asked, pulling down on the hem of the nightshirt she wore…the very thin nightshirt. Her cheeks were reddening in a manner Clavis found rather adorable.

“I’m just fine little bunny.” Clavis replied. “Though I am starting to think you should allow me to join you in the bed.”

“What?! No, that…that won’t be necessary!” Emma replied. She was then diving into the bed and pulling the covers up over herself, all the way to her chin. “That was NOT very gentlemanly of you to suggest.” She huffed at him.

Clavis chuckled as he rose from his nest of blankets on the floor. “Oh, but it is, my dear little bunny. The only reason I suggested it was for your comfort and safety.”

Emma raised an eyebrow at Clavis. “That seems like it would be for quite the opposite.”

“My dear little bunny, I noticed how thin and short that nightshirt is and these blankets aren’t much better.” Clavis said as he slowly began to slide himself into the bed, slipping ever so slyly under the covers next to Emma. “It’s a chilly rainy night. I wouldn’t want you catching your death of cold. And having my warm body next to yours will only help keep you warm through the long cold night.”

Emma couldn’t help but to notice…the bed did already feel warmer with Clavis next to her. He was right that it was chilly… “Alright…but if you try ANYTHING, I am kicking you back on the floor.”

“You have my word as a gentleman and a prince.” Clavis replied, reaching for Emma’s hand and placing a kiss on the back, his golden gaze on her.

Emma wasn’t sure why, but she felt herself warming even more from the gaze Clavis gave her. Her heart began to beat faster…and his lips seemed to linger on the back of her hand, the gentle kiss lasting longer than any other hand kiss she had ever received. “Clavis…”

Clavis pulled his lips from her hand, a sultry smile on his face. “Yes, Emma…”

Emma bit her lower lip before speaking again. “I…maybe…I wouldn’t kick you out…”

Clavis grinned. “Is that an invitation?” He asked, lifting a hand to gently stroke her cheek. “There are other ways to share body heat after all…”

“Oh…dammit.” Emma muttered, deciding to throw caution to the wind. She surprised herself and Clavis both by grabbing onto the front of his shirt and pulling him into a kiss.

Clavis froze only a moment before wrapping his arms around Emma and moving his lips with hers. He experimented a moment, sliding his tongue out to trace along the line of her lips. She parted them on a sigh and he slid his tongue inside.

Emma responded, meeting his tongue with hers. She felt Clavis’s hand move down her back, sliding over her ass, and, before resting on her thigh and pulling it up and hooking over his hip as he rolled them over so that he was now on top of her.

After a small eternity, Clavis broke the kiss and pulled back to look at Emma, naked desire in his eyes. Emma felt breathless from the kiss and from the look in those golden eyes. “Clavis…” She breathed, her voice thick with her own desire. She had tried to keep a distance between herself and Clavis…but it never seemed to work and now…now she wanted to be as close to him as you could be to another person.

“Emma…” Clavis said, his voice husky. He’d never wanted anyone as much as he wanted Emma right now. His desire for her was even stronger than his desire to beat his brother. He moved completely on instinct, following the will of his desires, caressing her beautiful legs with his hands before positioning his head between her thighs.

Clavis kissed up her inner thigh, first one side and then the other. Lips, teeth, and tongue lavished her skin in unbridled affection, causing Emma’s pulse to quicked and her skin to flush. Her thighs trembled as he inched ever closer to her core, which seemed to ache for attention, but she wasn’t brave enough to ask.

Clavis’s eyes met hers as he placed yet another kiss on her thigh. He could see what she wanted in her eyes and he smiled before moving to her core. He placed an experimental kiss on her lower lips, which made her jump ever so slightly and a small exclamation leave her parted lips…which was how Clavis knew he could continue.

He licked a stripe up her slit before setting his tongue to work on that little pleasure pearl between her legs. Shockwaves of electric pleasure rocked through Emma’s body as Clavis devoured her. Her hips began to buck of their own accord, grinding against his face.

“Cl-Clavis! Oh…yes!” She moaned as pleasure wracked her body.

Spurred on by her moans, Clavis relished the taste of Emma and continued to lap at her. He moved his hands to grip her thighs as they rested on his shoulders, holding them in place. He continued his ministrations until he felt Emma’s thighs tighten around his head and she was letting out the longest and loudest moan yet, his name the only word leaving her mouth, as her release rocked through her.

“Clavis!”

Clavis continued, drawing her release out before slowly pulling away, giving her core one last kiss before he began to kiss back up the front of her body, feeling her warmth even through the thin fabric of the nightshirt. He came back up to hovering over her, a smile on his face as he looked down at her. “I hope you are ready for more.”

“I…yes…” Emma replied, still breathless and panting from her release.

Clavis grinned at her before stealing her lips in a passionate kiss. The pair were then tearing at each other’s clothes until there were no barriers between them. Pressed tightly together, Clavis slid his length inside Emma, bringing the pair as physically close as any two people could be.

The night continued, Clavis bringing Emma to heights of pleasure she’d never known were possible. He enjoyed the countless cries he earned from her lips each time he filled her. He’d never heard anything more beautiful. “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on.” Clavis whispered into Emma’s ear as he plunged his cock into her once again. “I don’t want this night to end.”

“Ah…I…I don’t want it to end…either…Clavis.” Emma replied, wrapping her arms around him.

“Then let us share this endless night.” He said before kissing her even as his hips began to thrust, building up their pleasure and indulging in each other all night long.

#whimsey answers #smut is in the air #ikepri clavis #clavis lelouch #ikemen prince clavis #ikemen prince #ikepri #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #fanfic #ikemen series #otome boys #fanfiction #cybird

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theladyofdeath · 9 months

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Lady Death's Lover {VI}

Lady Death's Lover Masterlist & Summary

19th Century Period AU Nesta x Cassian Secret Affair / Enemies to Lovers / Forbidden Romance Fanfiction / Characters from Sarah J Maas / ACOTAR Based on a prompt sent in by anonymous

A/N: Oh my word...I have had the most difficult time getting this up this week! I'm sorry for the delay. I hope you enjoy! Thank you to everyone who reads, comments, likes, and reblogs! x

TW: marital abuse, sexual content, language, depression, alcohol abuse

This story is for readers 18+. Mature readers only. Content should not be read by anyone under 18.

Dear Cassian,

I must admit that I am completely miserable in Adriata. It has rained all week so I cannot go to the ocean, which is the only thing worthwhile to do here. I have also found zero romantic partners which has brought the boredom to a new level of heinousness. I do not think I can stand this place for more than a fortnight. By the Cauldron, I do not think I can stand it for another day. Perhaps I will cut my trip short.

Do have enough diabolical fun for the both of us in my absence, will you? If I know you are causing chaos, that is enough for me for now.

Your Favorite,

Mor

P.S. Try not to attempt to philander with any more married women. It’s very ungentleman-like.

Nesta

My gowns are lovely.

The modiste has truly outdone herself. There are four in total and each matches the other but has its own personality. The fabrics are all deep blues and grays, meant to bring out my eyes. They are the colors I am most comfortable in. In fact, most of my wardrobe consists of blues and grays but no one has complained about it thus far.

After transferring payment, my gowns are loaded into my carriage. Before making my way back home, I take advantage of the time alone and make my way down the street to my favorite bakery. I’ve never been one for sweets but they make the best macarons in Velaris and I cannot help but buy a box whenever I visit the modiste.

It is when I’m coming out of this bakery that I see him.

For a moment, I forget how to walk. Every elegant thought vanishes from my mind and I am suddenly all too aware of the giant box of sweets in my hands.

I pray he doesn’t see me and for a moment I feel I will get away with it, but then he turns from where he walks across the street and halts when he catches my eye. For a moment, we both stand there, staring at one another.

Then the world around me comes back to life.

The city streets around me resume, full of life. Carriages hurry past and people rush in and out of the shops. The sky above, recently clear and bright, opens up and the softest of rains falls down upon me and my macarons.

He still stands just across the street, watching me, although his head has since cocked to the side and a grin has begun spreading across his lips. A sudden sense of embarrassment floods me. I must look foolish, standing here in the rain with a box of baked goods while everyone around me starts to run to safety from the turn in weather.

Oh, gods.

He’s coming towards me.

“Lady Nesta,” he begins when he’s halfway across the street, “your dress. You should find cover.”

I find my voice. “Ah, Mr. Nazari. Yes, I, um…yes.”

I go to turn on my heels but, in true Lord Cassian fashion, he steps in front of me just before I can get far. “A lady should never be caught in the rain.”

“If it were not for you blocking me I would be well on my way to shelter, my lord.” I try not to sound too demeaning, but I cannot help myself. Every now and then that tone just seeps out and there is nothing I can do to stop it.

He finds this funny, apparently. A chuckle escapes him and he nods. “Apologies. Good day, Lady Nesta.”

Not Lady Mandray.

Lady Nesta.

I somehow like it better coming from him, like it better than the title the rest of the ton refers to me as.

Lord Cassian steps aside and I go to stroll past him, but I stop when he begins to walk behind me. Turning, I lift a brow.

He stops and rocks back on his heels. “Do not fear, I am not following you. I walked here and now must walk home, which is this direction. That is all.”

“How far do you have to walk?” I ask, the rain picking up. I worry more for the well-being of my macarons than my hair.

“A little more than a mile, it’s no worry,” he says, shrugging, then continues on his way.

I hesitate, knowing I shouldn’t ask what I’m about to but asking it anyway.

“Would you care to join me?” I ask, and he freezes, his back to me. “It seems we’re going the same direction and you should not have to walk in the rain. It seems a storm is brewing. You wouldn’t want to catch a cold.”

Lord Cassian looks up at the dark clouds, the rain falling directly onto his face as he squints. He looks back to me, his face searching mine, but then he asks, “Are you certain? I don’t mind a little rain.”

Thunder rolls and lightning strikes, and I nearly drop my macarons. I swear it’s purely for my benefit when he clears his throat and says, “It would be a pleasure to join you, Lady Nesta.”

I nod quickly as a downpour begins and hurry to my coach up the street. By the time I throw myself inside, my dress is drenched and my hat is drooping. Lord Cassian is in no better condition as he slides onto the bench across from me, his jacket drenched and his trousers sticking to his thighs.

My breath catches at the sight of him and I suddenly feel foolish. It should be impossible for a man to look more dashing sopping wet, but he somehow manages to. That ridiculous, shoulder-length hair of his is soaked and dripping into his cravat. I don’t realize I’m staring until I meet his eyes, and suddenly I’m all too aware of every inch of my body and his. My cheeks turn pink and I have to clasp my hands together to keep them from shaking.

The carriage jolts as it begins its journey and it makes me jump, which makes Lord Cassian grin…although he tries to suppress it. This was a mistake. That’s what I get for trying to be nice. This very thing reminds me why I do not do nice things often. Nice things always come back to bite me in the ass.

. . . . . . . . .

Cassian

Lady Nesta looks equally stunning and uncomfortable, although her discomfort is not the type of discomfort that causes alarm. No, it’s the type of discomfort that tells me she does not do this often.

I do not know much about this woman but I do know that she’s not exactly…personable. I’ve heard what other women of the ton think about Nesta — Mor brought the gossip to our recent Monday tea time and I have a feeling Rhys put her up to it — and it’s not good. In fact, the ladies of Velaris think Lady Nesta to be brutally honest and permanently bitter. I, however, value honesty and think a certain level of self-hatred and introverted nature can be mistaken for anger or bitterness.

Not that it should matter.

After my last encounter with Nesta, I vowed never to be around her again. Especially alone. Yet, the second I saw her stepping out of the bakery with a box-full of what seems to be macarons, my feet decided my thoughts should be damned and acted of their own volition. Before I could fully comprehend what I was doing, I was standing in front of her.

Now, I’m alone with her yet again, stuck in a coach as it rattles down the cobblestone. Outside, it’s pouring as it often does in the spring, and all I can think about is how her eyes keep drifting to me.

I’m trying to also be inconspicuous about where my eyes are wandering, but from the way her pale cheeks are turning pink, I don’t think I’m doing it properly.

Her light blue dress is clinging to her skin and I can’t ignore how her breasts are even further on display behind the soaked fabric. It doesn’t help that her chest is rising and falling, rapidly, as if she’s had a difficult time catching her breath since entering the confined space that surrounds us.

“You’re having a ball soon,” I say, because I’m not sure what else to say but I know that we can’t keep sitting here in silence, me trying my best to avoid the swells of her breasts, the way I can see her peaked nipples through the wet cotton.

“I am,” she says, voice soft but firm. “Will you be in attendance?”

I clear my throat. “Yes. Thank you for the invite.”

I neglect to mention that I originally did not plan to attend, that being in the same room as her is too tempting and I’m currently going mad, but my brothers coaxed me into going.

She gives me a curt nod before taking a deep breath and letting her eyes wander towards the closed window. I swallow, cursing as my eyes take another dive to her chest and back up again. Once the silence becomes too heavy, allowing my thoughts to run rampant and inappropriately wild, I ask, “Do you do this often?”

Nesta’s eyes snap to mine and she blinks. “Do what?”

“Come into town on your own,” I say, and I watch as she swallows and clenches her jaw. “Not even a maid with you? Isn’t that unbecoming?”

Her eyes narrow and if it wasn’t for the quick rise and fall of her chest, the way her skin is flushed, I would think she was offended and not something else entirely. “Are you implying that I do not live my life as a lady should, my lord?”

“I’m implying that it is simply not safe for you to be traveling alone,” I say, and she watches as I run my hands down my thighs, trying to eliminate my sweaty palms. It does not work. “You never know others’ intentions when they see a woman alone.”

“It is the middle of the day,” she says, meeting my eye once more. “And I have my driver.”

“Still.”

We stare at one another for just a moment, but that moment is filled with so much silent, skin burning tension that I feel the need to loosen my cravat, shrug off my coat, but I don’t. I let it suffocate me, let her gaze strip me bare instead.

If I slouched in the slightest, my knees would nearly graze hers. Suddenly the space between us seems so short, too short to make any rational decisions. This was a mistake. I should have stayed on my own damn side of the street. I should have walked.

“Is that what this is, then?” she asks, and I blink.

“Pardon?”

“Do you have poor intentions, my lord?” she asked, clasping her hands on her lap. I swear they’re trembling.

“Need I remind you that you were the one that offered me a ride in your coach?” I ask, then add, “my lady.”

Her lips part, and it’s so slight that one has to be watching them intently to have seen it, which I am.

She shifts on the bench, words seeming to have left her. It’s the silence that makes me say, only because I cannot stand silence and I’ve already seemed to have dug myself into a hole of wickedness, “Perhaps it is you that has poor intentions.”

Her head leans to the side, which is somehow unladylike and beautifully cunning at the same time, and the smallest of smiles plays on her lips. There’s no joy in this smile, only a cruel seduction that has my trousers holding back my hardening cock. Now it’s my turn to shift, and she notes it, those dark eyes trailing down until they’ve settled on my lap. Her eyes flare before snapping back up to mine.

“I am a lady,” she says, simply. “Ladies do not have poor intentions, only charitable ones. What kind of lady would I be if I were to let a gentleman walk through a downpour?”

“Indeed,” I say, and I cannot even help how rough my voice suddenly sounds.

This is ridiculous. I feel like I have never been around a woman before, or like I am once again sixteen and around a woman for the very first time. Furthermore, she’s married. This is highly inappropriate, but I seem to have lost control.

No.

That’s not entirely true.

If I had lost control her dress would be torn to shreds and I’d have her lying beneath me on this bench, worshiping every inch of her body beneath.

“I am grateful,” I add, and she nods her head politely in response. I stay in control until a wheel hits a dip in the road and our bodies jostle, and we touch.

My knee hits hers and her foot lands on mine as she tries to stop herself from toppling forward. I don’t even realize my hand is on her leg, just above her knee, until we both look down at it.

I don’t move it.

She doesn’t ask me to, nor does she move at all. All that moves is the rapid rising and falling of her chest — a chest that my eyes are in perfect line with. Mustering every ounce of self control that I have, I go to lean back, to settle myself once again on the opposite bench until this torturous ride is over, but I don’t make it far.

Just as I move, Nesta places her hand on top of mine and I freeze. She’s looking at me wildly, searching my eyes for something. I don’t think I’m breathing at all. I have no thoughts in my mind whatsoever. All I can focus on is her intent eyes, her hand on mine, my hand on her skirts, her lips that are parted and begging to be kissed.

Neither of us says a word.

“Just—“

Whatever she’s about to say evaporates as the coach slows and when it jerks to a stop, reality steps back in.

Nesta snatches her hand from mine as if she’s been burned and I take the hint, pulling myself back just as the door opens and I’m looking at the front door of my townhouse.

Not wanting to keep the poor lad standing in the storm, I take my leave and hurry to my front door, drenching myself further. I don’t look back at Nesta. I have a feeling she doesn’t want me to.

I have a feeling that whatever she was about to say, whatever would have happened if we just kept driving, would have surely led to utter regret.

Before I shut my door behind me, I watch Nesta’s carriage roll away, gone into the storm.

Calling for my butler, I beg for a drink to calm my still pounding heart.

#nessian #regency au #19th century au #period au #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #acofas #sjm #fanfic #fanfiction

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chungledown-bimothy · 2 years

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every goddamn word they both said had me losing my mind, but.

"the magnificence of a gentleman amongst gentleman"

to a goblin who has always felt out of place with his fellow goblins because of his sense of honor and duty. who has to remind himself that he is supposed to behave in ungentleman-like manners.

they have, since the hunt, seen him as he truly is behind his walls and attempts to fit in with his court, and that's who they fell in love with.

true love.

#acofaf #a court of fey and flowers #battlemaster of ceremonies #ruehob #captain kp hob #delloso de la rue

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acotrash · 1 year

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First Date with Rhys head canons

Rhys head canons

Your friend had dragged you away from your laptop and textbooks, telling you “(Y/N) it’s a Friday night they’ll be there in the morning” and dragged you all the way to some club opening that they’ve been talking about all week

You two are quickly let in, partly because your friend has most of the bouncers in the city wrapped around their finger

“Remember-“ “yeah yeah, I know, only a few drinks” your friend waved a hand at you as you closely followed them to the bar were seconds later a brightly colored drink was placed in your hands

It was not a only a few drinks

You and your friend were dancing on the dance floor, a bright and fruity drink in your hand when your friend nudged you “don’t look now but a guy over there has been keeping an eye on you”

You of course look, chewing on the straw as you slurp down the rest of your drink “which one?” “Violet eyes, black shirt, black jacket”

You turn back to your friend, slightly smirking as you hand your empty glass to her “I’m gonna go take a lap” your friend rolls their eyes “mhm, be safe”

You go to walk towards the hot mystery man when another guy steps into your path, grabbing your arm. He smells like cheap cologne mixed with smoke and alcohol, not a good mix. He leans down to talk in your ear over the music “wanna dance?”

You still flash him a pretty, polite smile as you try to step around him shaking your head

He tries to grip your upper arm but you angle your upper body away from him “come on, just one dance”

“There you are” you look up, seeing the same violet eyes from across the bar “line for the bathroom long?”

You sigh in relief when the guy throws your savior a look before stalking off, you turn fully to the man in front of you “I cannot begin to thank you enough…” trailing off not knowing his name

He smirks down at you “Rhysand” a little shrug “Rhys”

You nod, a smile playing on your lips “well thank you Rhysand Rhys” that makes him laugh

“Would you like to dance…” he trails off, a twinkle in his eye, his laugh still playing in your mind, you feel all giddy as you nod telling him your name

He’s a good dancer, his hands on your hips as he guides you along to the beat and doesn’t say a word when you knock into him or step on his feet

Eventually he leans down to talk in your ear, his breath ticking the shell of your ear “would you like to go somewhere else (Y/N)?”

You’re pretty sure when Rhys asked you to leave the club he didn’t imagine taking you to the 24-hour diner

But that’s where you two end up, talking about everything and anything over greasy diner food

You two order burgers and fries and onion rings and then he gives you a cheeky grin and orders a milkshake with two straws

which turns into you getting a second milkshake because he hogged the first one “you didn’t save me any! How ungentleman of you”

“You slurped it down so fast, I only had two sips!” You stick your tongue out at him, and the next time the cranky waitress walked over to try and hand Rhys the check, he ordered the second one, telling you it was all yours

He doesn’t let you pay, instead just sliding his credit card to the cranky waitress who looked thrilled to have you and him leave

He gets you a cab since you’re sure your friend is long gone at this point and he lives close by

He leans on the car door, watching you get all buckled “can I take you out again (Y/N)?”

You say yes before you can think about it but he grins widely closing the door and tapping the top of the taxi

It pulls away before you could even think about asking Rhys for his number you turn around, trying to see how far away he is but you couldn’t see him

You pull out to text your friend, to see if either one of you could find him on social media but when you pull out your phone you see he added his contact “The Most Handsome Guy from Last Night”

You laugh quietly leaning your head back on the headrest deciding to text him as soon as you get home

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #acotar headcanon #rhysand #acotar modern au #rhysand x y/n #rhysand x reader #a court of thorns and roses headcanon

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webslingingslasher · 4 months

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I have this head canon that nerdy!peter tries not to curse much because May raised a gentleman and I can’t stop laughing at the thought of him saying “good grief” at any inconvenient situation

Also, I dipped for a bit because a bitch has been wedding planning 🤪 my Peter and I are getting hitched baybee (later this year)

-🫘

OMG CONGRATS ON THE WEDDING!!!!!

peter doesn't curse bc it is in fact ungentleman like. but then one morning he accidently burns his thumb while making pancakes and screams out "fuck!" from the other room and you literally think he's dying 😭

#🫘 anon

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tempest-toss · 6 months

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Don't you have the authority to do that yourself?

Yes but I still would need his permission as well. Can't just kidnap him, that's ungentleman behavior

--Eleven

#((also bevause Dogwood isnt my muse #and would require permission and/or coordination with their mun/mod))#Eleven #shady person #the godfather

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mindful-of-ideas · 1 year

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Inspired by the song C’mon by Panic! At The Disco feat. Fun.

If I should die tonight / May I first just say I'm sorry / For I, never felt like anybody / I am a man of many hats although I / Never mastered anything But I am ten feet tall / I've never felt this tall since the fall Nobody seems to know my name So don't leave me and sleep all alone Maybe stay lost on our way home

A/N: I mention some books but the references are pretty obvious or not that important. I’ll add explanations in the tags (: Also, this was kind of a struggle to write, I don’t know why. I hope you still like it.

TW: Alcohol (it’s Misfits, what did you expect)

You were standing by the river, partially hidden by some trees and bushes. On the other side, sharp rocks were blocking any access. If the morning had been cold and damp, the sky was now clear and the sun was warming up your skin gently. You couldn’t tell if it had been since you had started university or since that freaky storm hit the town, but you hadn’t quite felt like yourself during the past weeks. Not that change was necessarily bad, but the transition period was scary. You felt like a traitor to yourself, like an impostor in your own body. And there was nothing you could do than embrace it, which was easier said than done. Even knowing that, you couldn’t help but worry and overthink everything you did and said. Yet today seemed promising. You could just enjoy the sun and the beach and a good book. No better way to escape reality.

You were about to sit down when you heard a scream coming from the rocks. Seconds later, a tall lanky guy came rolling down the rocks. Too stunned to say anything, you watched him pick himself up awkwardly before losing his footing and crashing into you. You lost your balance and landed in the water.

“Sorry,” mumbled the guy, quickly glancing over his shoulder.

“Yeah, right,” you said trying to get up.

“Here, wait,” he said extending a hand, “how ungentleman of me!”

He was smiling though you could have sworn that just moments before he looked as if he was going to break down.

“You’re not wet,” he said pointing down at you.

“I’m sorry?” you asked finally getting up.

“You’re not wet…”

“See, it sounds like you’re saying I’m not wet which is either very weird or just… creepy.”

“It is weird, you fell in the water and look, you’re not wet.”

“That’s,” impossible, you were about to say. But as you looked down, you could clearly see that your jeans were dry.

“See,” he said, “not wet.”

“Can you just stop saying the word ‘wet’?” you said letting out a sigh.

This didn’t make sense. How could you be completely dry when you just fell in the water. No one could do that… unless they were…

“I’m Nathan by the way,” he said once again extending his hand.

“Y/N,” you said, shaking his hand reluctantly, “where did you come from exactly?” you asked gesturing vaguely towards the rocks.

They were a good few feet above your head and while there was a path up there, it came nowhere near close to the edge.

“Some guy was chasing and I ran all the way to here but can we talk about the fact that you’re not wet. Is this like your power or something?”

“You… my… what?” you asked now more confused than ever.

You took a few steps back. This guy was definitely weird and maybe just a little bit too weird. And what was he talking about, powers? That would explain how you were still dry, but it didn’t make any sense.

“You know what, I think I might just go,” you said.

“No, what? You think I’m weird!” he said, but you had already turned away from him, “for all I know you’re the weird one, all alone in some… recluse part of the river!”

You picked up your bag when small rocks tumbled down to your feet. You barely had time to look up before a man came sliding down the rocks. He was tall with broad shoulders and quite scary. Scarier than whoever that Nathan guy was. Which, speaking of, screamed behind you. You went back to him, hoping to ask for an explanation but the man followed right behind you.

“Do something!” Nathan screamed as he hid behind you, grabbing your shoulder.

What could you do? Nothing. There was nothing you could do. Yet instinctively, you put up your hand to protect your face. As you did, you saw water come out of the river and follow the same path, a few inches in front of your hand. A wave crashed, full force, into the man, stopping him dead in his tracks.

“That was so cool,” said Nathan behind you.

But there was no time to talk about what had just happened. You grabbed his hand and started running.

You ran. And you ran, and you ran, and you ran, all the way to the busiest street in the city. It was now the end of the afternoon and there weren’t many people out, yet you needed to be in a crowd to feel safe. As you reached the corner of the street, where a pub faced a corner store, you finally stopped running.

“Dude! That was so cool! Is that what you got? Like water powers?” said Nathan excitedly.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you said, “and I think this time I’ll go, for real.”

“How about I invited you for a drink,” he said pointing behind him at the pub, “I mean, you’re still holding my hand after all.”

Surprised, you let go of his hand and wiped your own on your pants. This day couldn’t get any weirder. Having to run away from some man-in-black kind of made the top of the list. Though, thinking that you could have superpowers was up there too. Could he be right? That you had some kind of power? You tried remembering what made you feel different these last few weeks. Somehow, it all went back to that impostor feeling and, strangely, to the books you’ve been reading First, there was Lord of the Rings, and for a good few days you felt taller, just like the elves were taller than humans. Then, there was this floating sensation that made you feel sick for weeks after reading Mr. Vertigo. Now, it was those water powers that you got after reading Percy Jackson.

“So?” he asked, bending sideways to look at your face and cutting short your reflection.

“Sure,” you said, snapping back to reality, “but you owe me some explanations.”

At least you thought you wanted explanations.

As you step into the pub and aimed for the closest table. But Nathan grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the back. You sat down at the booth not wasting a second before drilling him with questions.

“So who was that guy?” you asked, “Why was he chasing you?”

“Hold on!” he said, “Don’t you want a beer first? Garçon!” he called.

But the waiter walked past him without even looking.

“Can I at least know a little bit more about who saved me first?” he asked, “put aside the fact that you probably drown the guy, you still didn’t run away when he came running at us. That’s impressive! I want to know more about that Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. How could you tell him more about you when you didn’t even know yourself. Still, you took note of the compliment. If Nathan had seemed cocky at first, he might turn out to be good at heart. Just like he seemed curious about you, you realized you were curious about him.

“You don’t think I actually drown him, do you?” you asked.

The waiter passed by again and you asked for beers and nachos.

“So, who are you,” Nathan asked, ignoring your question.

“I’m Y/N… I told you, didn’t I?”

He seemed exasperated.

“I know that, I mean who are you, what do you do, what do you like?”

“I don’t know,” you confessed, “I’m a student… I don’t do much apart from that.”

“Summer just ended! You must’ve done something fun?” he said.

You didn’t really know what to answer. But you noticed the absence of pity, something you were becoming more and more familiar with, in his question.

“Well, me and my friends saved the world!” he said, seeing you weren’t saying anything.

He leaned back in the booth, arms crossed behind his head.

“What…” you said, not really believing him.

“Yep!”

“And how come, everyone, doesn’t know about this?” you asked still doubting him.

“Don’t know… we wanted to stay anonymous,” he said.

“Right…”

“We did, I’m telling you! Me and my friends, at the community center, we saved the world. We’re like superheroes… no vigilantes, that’s cooler. We’re like vigilantes!”

You laughed. Whether or not this was true didn’t really matter to you. What did matter was that you were having fun. The conversation moved on easily as you talked about summer, school, friends, dreams and thankfully not about family. You couldn’t believe it went you glanced behind Nathan and saw that it was dark outside.

“So those powers of yours, what are they?” he asked suddenly.

“I… I’m not sure actually,” you said, without much confidence.

He shrugged, indifferent.

You had spent the whole evening being what you believe to be your truest self. You weren’t going to start lying now, but his reaction did hurt a bit. Somehow, you wanted him to like you, to be interested in you. And that’s all it took for the doubts to come crawling back. What if you actually hadn’t been sincere with him? What if you had convinced even yourself that the mask was who you really were?

You shook your head lightly.

“So, who was the guy chasing you?” you asked right after, hoping this time you would get an answer.

“Mehh, some guy, nothing to worry about sweetheart…”

“I’m not your sweet-”

“Your power is cool, but not as cool as mine!”

It seemed like he was avoiding the question.

“You’re not gonna ask what it is? Well, I’m immortal,” he said, a big smile plastered on his face.

You frowned.

“Yep, that’s right, baby. This body, unkillable. It will stay young and strong, just like it is now, forever.”

“But how-”

“Shhh, I know you’re impressed,” he said moving forward to press his finger to your lips.

You swatted his hand away.

“Kids, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave,” the waiter said, pointing at the clock behind the bar.

“Right, sure,” you said, getting up and grabbing your bag, maybe a little bit too quickly.

Part of you just wanted to get out. You were convinced you had just ruined the whole evening by not being true to him. But part of you really didn’t want this night to end. This was the most fun you had in weeks, and thinking about it, this was one of the rare times you actually didn’t worry about who you were. At least for a while.

You wait as Nathan put on his vest and headed outside together.

“I guess this is where we say goodbye,” you said, looking up at him.

“Y/N?” he said, looking down and ruffling his hair.

“Yeah?”

“I… nothing actually,” he said, sitting down on the curb.

He looked sad. Not that you pitied him, on the contrary, it was a sadness you thought you could understand. You sat down by his side and waited for him to speak again.

“It’s just… if I should die tonight…”

You have him a worried look.

“Not that I will!” he added quickly, “or that I want to! I mean I couldn't even die, you know, the whole immortal thing… Anyway, I, first, just want to say I’m sorry, because I… this whole evening… I never felt like anybody… I…”

“You felt like you were playing a character of yourself in a play?” you suggested.

“Yeah, something like that… how’d you know? You noticed?” he asked, slightly worried.

“No, let’s just say I don’t always feel like I’m truly myself… apart from tonight, except…”

“Except what?” he asked.

You looked up at him, though he was looking at the ground.

“Nothing…” you said.

You didn’t know what else to add but felt like you didn’t have to add anything. In some way, this silence seemed to be healing you both.

“You know,” you finally said, “there was a moment during those last weeks when I truly felt like I was taller…”

“Because of your power, right?” he said smiling weakly.

“I don’t know, maybe… that’s not the point. The point is that I felt like I was taller but that didn’t last… at least not until today. Those few hours spent with you, I’ve never felt this tall, this important, since the storm. Even if, just like you, I ended up doubting if I had truly been myself.”

Another silence, though this time, you could tell Nathan was thinking about something.

“I lied,” he finally confessed, “All of it, all of the important stuff at least. I am immortal, I did kind of save the world but nobody seems to know my name… and those guys at the community center… I don’t know if they really are my friends… I…”

You tapped his shoe lightly with yours, trying to get his attention and keep him from spiralling down like you, yourself, had done many times before. It didn’t seem to work too well and so you went and grab his hand. Just like you had done earlier today but this time more gently.

“You know, it’s only 1:00 am on a Friday night,” you suggested, “you still have time to tell me the truth, if you want to.”

For someone who didn't have much confidence, you sure sounded like you had some now. Weirdly, you felt comfortable talking about the fact that you didn’t know who you were made you feel more like yourself.

“Maybe…” Nathan finally said.

“Maybe?”

He got up, and just like before, offered his hand.

“I just don’t want to spend the night all alone, so let’s figure out something to do,” he said.

“Maybe we’ll stay lost on our way home,” you said smiling and taking his hand.

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