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♡ CLOSED DOORS - kevin moskowitz

pairing kevin moskowitz x fem!reader

warnings smut, p in v, dom!reader, sub!kevin.

MASTERLIST

↓ MDNI ↓

"Jesus, look at that suit.” Kevin gasped, squeezing your hand before leading into the direction of the store.

He stood in front of the window, trying to decide whether or not it was worth purchasing the piece of clothing.

Your hand dropped from his to wrap your arms around his forearm, resting the side of your head on his bicep as you waited patiently for him to decide.

"Is it nice?" He asked, looking down at you with a curious expression as you stared at him in silence, "Sweetheart?"

"S- sorry, what baby?"

He laughed at your answer, realizing you were busy staring at him then actually paying attention to what he was saying.

“You’re so adorable," You smiled, leaning to peck his lips quickly, causing your face to heat up almost immediately.

In front of family, friends and especially in public, you were this shy, quiet girl who was too busy admiring her boyfriend to really pay attention to anything else.

But behind closed doors, you were the one in charge.

"Fuck, look at you- you’re so good for me.”You moaned from above him, mesmerized by the way his cock would disappear inside your tight hole.

He laid there under you, eyes glazed and head thrown back from your fast paced riding.

"Too fucked out to answer?" You cooed, a fake pout on your lips as you grazed your styled nails on his abs, causing a groan to drop from his mouth.

"Good, just lay there and take all of me."

[fentybucky]

omg I would like to read more about Chace Crawford! I don’t know why but I can’t find anything about him. Is there anyone here on Tumblr who writes about him or would’t mind to write about him? Please let me know 😭💔

[urwarriorangel]

greek gods and grease stains (nate archibald au)

Plot: Soulmates AU where one of you is born with scars and the other isn’t. The one without the scars has the power to “fix” the other and the one with the scars can utilize certain resources to find their soulmate. Since you weren’t born with scars, and this only meant one thing: your soulmate had the scars and you were the solution. One evening, you had just finished working on the last car in the shop when a battered and bloody young man stumbled inside. He opened his mouth to say something, but he passed out before he got a chance to. You begrudgingly take him home and clean him up.

Pairing: Nate Archibald x Reader

Warnings: language maybe, insecurities, mentions of scars

A/N: SORRY FOR THE YEAR LONG WAIT. I’m so sorry and I hope you guys enjoy this!!!! I know everyone is waiting for A) some Bellamy Blake smut and B) some kinky Chuck Bass smut. I hear you, and I will get to that! Thank you for your patience. XOXO (gifs aren’t mine!!!!!)

So. Many. Grease. Stains. Shit.

I wipe my sweat with the back of my arm, shutting the hood of the last car. It’s been a long day, so many cars were brought to the shop: seems like everyone had car issues today. I roll my shoulders and crack my neck, finally finishing up the day’s work.

“You almost done for the day?” Tony, my new worker, chuckles as he puts on his coat. He smiles at me, humming as he puts his tools away.

“Almost. If I have to look at a car engine one more time,” I start out and he laughs, shaking his head. “Someone’s in a good mood.”

“Yeah, well I found my soulmate,” he shrugs, blushing and I smile wide.

“How did it happen? When did it happen? Tell me!”  I’ve always heard about soulmates, but haven’t really thought much about them.

They seemed almost like a children’s fairytale, one to help them sleep and smile. I was born without scars, meaning my soulmate was born with scars. The scars, from what I’ve heard, are painful and can only be removed by your soulmate’s kisses. Your soulmate literally has to kiss the scars away. See what I mean when I say “children’s fairytale”?

“I don’t really know how to explain it to you,” he leans against the doorway, smiling at the memory. “When you meet your ‘soulmate,’ you just know. A wierd sort of fire ignites in you.You want every bit of them and they feel the same way about you. Your scars tingle before simmering down at even her slightest touch. I don’t know.”

“Aw look at you,” I smile widely at him and he blushes. “Get out of here, go home to her.”

“Thanks, boss,” he walks out, tipping his hat to me.  

“Have a good one, kid.” I sigh, wiping the grease off my fingers as I turn off the lights and shrug on my coat.

“H-Hello?” A croaky voice comes from the garage door and I immediately perk up. It wasn’t one of my workers, Tony was the last one to leave.

“Who’s there?” I quickly grab a crowbar and tiptoe towards the voice. “Hello?”

“P-p-please,” the man coughs, a thump following. “H-help.”

I run over to the garage door only to find a man in ragged clothing, seemingly passed out on the floor. He barely made it into the garage. I lean down, crowbar placed only a foot away in case this guy was playing me.

I poke him. Nothing. I groan, slightly pushing him over… whoa. He’s beautiful. His dark blond hair is plastered against his bloodied forehead, bruised lips parted as he lays there.

“Damn it,” I sigh and run back to grab my bag and the keys before making my way back over to him. I lean down and pull him up, holding him against my shoulder as I walk out and lock the garage.

I huff, panting and grunting as I bring him over to my place. I trudge him up to my apartment and lean him against the wall, holding him up with my leg as I open the door.

“Come on, big boy,” I pout, pulling him into my bathroom. Using my toe, I push down the toilet seat cover and gently set him on there. I sigh and quickly wash my hands before turning to tend to the bloody yet still somehow beautiful man. I gently run my fingers through his blood spattered hair, stopping when i feel my hands run over some jagged bumps.

“What…?” I push his hair apart and see multiple small scars all over his scalp. I gasp, pained as I notice other scars covering every inch of his bare skin. I cut off his clothing, hoping to clean the blood underneath them before anything gets infected.

As I work my way down, I realize that there is not an inch of him that isn’t covered in some sort of wound or scar. Once I finish cleaning his body, I look up at his hair, still bloody and matted. I grab a towel and some hot water and clean it gently so as not to wake him. I bite my bottom lip, not wanting to think about how much pain he must be in.

Once I finish with his hair, I lift him up, placing one of his arms around my shoulder as I slowly drag him to my room. I lay him down on the bed and grab a pair of boxers, gently lifting them up his legs. I lift the comforter over him and step away, sighing and leaning against the wall. I turn the light off and step out, leaving him to rest.

The Next Day

I wake up early the next day and check my room just to make sure last night wasn’t all some really wierd, sad dream. I open the door and find him still sleeping, light snores leaving his mouth as I back out the door and decide to make pancakes for the handsome stranger. After settling on pancakes and eggs, I get to work. I set up the plates, wash some fruit, finish cooking, and as soon  my work is done, I make my way to the injured man in my bed.

“Hello?” I peek in the doorway, the darkness of the room enveloping me. I walk over to the side of my bed and run my fingers through his soft hair. I smile lightly, sighing as I turn to open the curtains. The sunlight filters through the window, bouncing off the white walls.

“Hm,” I hear a little grunt and turn to face the man in bed. He groans in pain and turns over on his side, pulling his blanket with him, revealing all the scars on his back.

I bite my bottom lip, unsure of what to say as the man winces and groans, still not moving.

“Hello?” I whisper, walking over to the bathroom and grabbing a first aid kit while also trying to engage him in conversation.. “Where are you hurting?”

“E-everywhere,” he whimpers and my heart breaks for him. “Please help me.”

“I-I can try cleaning your wounds again?” I whisper, sitting next to him on the bed as he turns to face me.

“Again?” He responds, his piercing blue eyes studying my face as I try to remain level-headed next to the Greek GOD that was in pain.

“Yeah. Last night, you stopped by my garage all battered and bruised, so I brought you back to my place and cleaned your wounds and--”

“I came to your garage last night?” He looks at me, brows furrowed and bottom lip between his teeth.

“Y-yes, you came to my garage last night,” I whisper, eyes darting between his eyes and his lips.

“So, so you’re Angel?” His eyes widen as a lightbulb goes off in his head, a sigh almost leaving my mouth as he removed his bottom lip from the painful grasp of his teeth.

“H-How did you know my name?” I whisper and furrow my brows, this time it’s my turn to be confused.

“I-I’m your soulmate,” he mumbles, a blush covering his cheeks as the idea settles in my head. “I asked the seer in my district, and he told me--”

“He told you my name? How accurate are these seers exactly?” I stand, picking my guard up as the man looks at me with soft eyes. Panic sets in as I look into the mirror over the dressers and take in my appearance. I look like a mess compared to my… “soulmate”

“Hey, hey,” he whispers, slowly sitting up in pain as he tries to calm me down.

“Don’t move,” I whisper, moving forward and gently pushing him down into the bed. “You-you’re hurting. Stay here.”

“Then stay with me,” he grabs my hand, a spark moving through my hand up my arm to my shoulder and down my back. I quickly pull my hand out of his grasp but don’t move, curious to see what he’d have to say.

“What’s your name? How am I supposed to help you feel better?”

“My name’s Nathaniel Archibald. You can call me Nate if you want, all my friends do,” he looks up at me hopefully as I nod, waiting for him to continue. “To answer your earlier questions, the Seer didn’t tell me your name, no. They’re always right, they’ve got a 100% accuracy rate. All he told me was that you owned a garage in Chicago. I narrowed my search to female mechanics in the city. There weren’t that many, but still. From there, it was up to me. I stopped by every garage on the list until I stumbled upon you. All the other women had either found their soulmates or knew that I wasn’t it for them.”

“How do you know that you weren’t it for them?”

“They either had scars themselves or my scars just didn’t act up,” he shrugs and looks up at me, his blue eyes studying me through those long lashes.

“S-so is that why you were in so much pain last night?” I whisper and look down, unable to hold his stare.

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you find your soulmate,” he gently grabs my hand and this time, I don’t oppose.

“Are you still hurting?” I wince as he sits up slowly, unable to look away from the scars that are now in plain view.

“The pain stops when you touch me,” he studies my face, gauging my reaction as I look up at him with wide eyes.

“W-what?”

“The scars fade off eventually, I promise! I hope! I won’t always be this hideous,” he chuckles, trying to cover his insecurities but I catch on.

“Hideous?” I raise an eyebrow at him and he nods nervously, unable to meet my eyes. “Hey,” I cup his face slowly, a warm feeling coursing through my body as his scars dim momentarily. “You’re the furthest thing from hideous I’ve ever seen. I promise.”

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and growing visibly more relaxed.

“Feeling better?”

“Very much,” he nods, a smile gracing his exquisite features as he opens his eyes. “How about you?”

“I’m okay,” you nod, not able to keep yourself from smiling. “It’s just… are you sure you want me to be your soulmate?”

“What?” Worry settles on his beautiful face and I shake my head quickly, attempting to better explain myself.

“It’s just, I mean,” I sigh, looking away as I explain. “I can help heal you and send you on your way, if you prefer. You’re an actual Greek god. I’m a greasy mechanic. I’m not the--”

“You’re perfect,” he whispers, his breath fanning across my lips as my eyes shoot up to meet his, heart leaping out of my chest as his blue orbs shine so close to my own.

“What? But I--”

“No buts. You’re perfect. I’m sure I want you.”

“Are you sure you--?”

“I’m sure. I swear. I promise. I want you,” his forehead presses against mine and I open my mouth to protest yet again. “If I have to kiss you to make you see, I will!”

“Well,” I blush and bite my bottom lip. “You don’t have to.”

“Oh well,” he nuzzles my nose with his own and slowly presses his lips against mine, a fire igniting deep within me as his hands move to my waist. A gasp erupts from us both as his scars slowly fizz out from under our fingertips. We pull away for a moment, panting as it finally settles in.

Soulmates it is.

[urwarriorangel]

silk sheets and diamonds (nathaniel archibald drabble)

this is my first ever ‘Gossip Girl’ fic!!! I’m excited. it’s also longer than most drabbles lol oops? i’m sorry, chace crawford is just so fucking hot. also another late addition to my Valentine’s Day drabbles.

(remember that no gifs are mine!!! and pls listen to the song while you read this, it’s linked right below)

that’s what i like ft. Nathaniel Archibald

It was Blair’s 21st birthday party and you and Nathaniel were having a little too much fun. You both got a little too drunk on strawberry champagne and spent the night together at your condo in Manhattan.

You wake up, a little confused as your mind recalls the night before. A frenzy of silk white sheets and a fake fireplace run through your head. You look down at your bed and spot Nathan. Nathaniel Archibald. You pani as soon as you realize what happened last night and what could happen if anyone else found out.

“Nathaniel wake up,” you wrapped a sheet around yourself and nudge his shoulder repeatedly as you look for your clothes. “What the fuck happened last night?”

“We had sex,” Nathaniel groans and stretches, the comforter barely covering him from the waist down. His deep, raspy morning voice almost made you drop the sheet wrapped around you. Almost.

“I can see that,” you look anywhere but right at him as his eyes rake up and down your body. “I’m literally wrapped in a fucking bedspread. What are you eyeing?”

“I wrecked you over and over and over again last night,” he bites his bottom lip and grabs a hold of your wrist. “You look so fucking beautiful, god damn.”

“Please don’t,” you whisper and tug your hand away from his.

“What?” He sits up, perfect brows furrowed over his gorgeous blue eyes. A strand of his hair fell across his forehead and it takes every ounce of your willpower to not brush it back.

“Do you remember what happened when you and Serena had sex? Do you remember the fall-out between her and Blair?” You bite your bottom lip and look up at him. “It seems like getting drunk at Blair’s parties and having sex with a best friend of hers is your favorite pastime.”

“Don’t do that,” Nathaniel sits up and shakes his head. “Don’t fucking do that, Y/N.”

“What? Am I wrong?” You look over to him, not expecting the amount of passion and anger residing in his eyes.

“Yes, you’re fucking wrong. I’ve been waiting for this for years. I don’t think you understand just how badly I want you,” he glares at you, turning the other way as he looks for his clothes.

“Nathaniel…” you whisper his name, not sure what to say next.

“Look, I get it. You didn’t want this and you’re scared it’ll ruin your friendship with Blair and Serena. You regret it,” he whispers that last part, the pain in his voice clear. “I won’t tell anyone anything.”

“You think I regretted last night?” You whisper and Nathan’s head immediately turns to face you. “I’ve wanted to get my hands on you since before you and Blair started dating. I’ve thought about the mind-blowing sex we could have, I’ve thought about how you’d sound the morning after. Trust me, I don’t regret spending the fucking night with you.”

“L-look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you it’s just--”

“I know. I didn’t handle things as well as I could have. I woke you up while I was panicking over what could go wrong,” you chuckle and he smiles softly at you.

God you love his fucking smile. You reach your hand over and gently brush the stray hairs out of his face. The smile on his face grows and you cup his face, gently rubbing your thumb across his jaw as he closes his eyes and leans into your touch. You bite your bottom lip and drop the sheet that was wrapped tightly around you. You push it off and scoot closer to Nathaniel.

“Hey, Nathan?” You whisper, your breath fanning across his lips as his eyes shoot open. They grow wide as he takes in every inch of your naked form: from the moles on your shoulders to the tiger stripes along your sides. His hands wrap around your waist and he lets out a low groan.

“God you’re fucking beautiful,” he whispers, growing more aroused by each passing second.

“Care to try this out sober?” You lay soft kisses against his jaw and he sighs loudly, his grip tightening around your waist.

“I’d love nothing more,” he smirks, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your neck. “We can try wrecking my beach house next? There’s a real fireplace there.”

“Mmm, I can’t wait,” you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug. “This is only between us. No one else can know.”

“No one else will know, I swear I--”

“And you can’t see anyone else while this is going on,” you lick a stripe from the base of his throat past his Adam’s apple stopping once you reach his bottom lip.

“That’s what I like to fucking hear,” he growls and breaks out of your grip, flipping you around so that he’s on top. He pins your hands over your head and smirks, grabbing a bottle of champagne from the side of the bed. “Ready to have some fun?”