#nate writes

[shreyamistry]

“i can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it.” + “darling, your heart is too pure for me.” for kieran x m!mc ❤️

Pairing: Kieran x M!MC (Suggestive)

Prompt: “I can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it.” + “Darling, your heart is too pure for me.”

Word Count: 2500+

Summary: Luke takes it upon himself to share a handful of silly human traditions that he thinks would be fun for the pair to do together. Kieran, however, struggles to find the amusement in them.

A/N: Requests are open, find the rules and prompts here! This request is suggestive, alludes to Luke and Kieran doing the deed in the garden.

Thank you for reading! I hope you like it!

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Fingers lace together as the sun shines upon them, lighting their way down the path and letting everyone who happens upon them know they are together by the simplest acts of love. Jet black wavy hair cascades down the older one’s shoulders, framing his face handsomely in the glow of the warming sun. Despite his moon attunement, he still found comfort in the warmth of the sun, reminding him of the man he loves and the warmth he feels in his chest just upon seeing his stunning features. He draws his lover to a stop, turning to look him in the eyes. Ravens caw happily to one another above them, circling them with interest watching their every movement and the ways in which they react to one another.

Today would mark the sixth month since Luke cursed his lover and lifted the curse all in the same day, finding both men in a celebratory mood. His eyes glance upwards at the piercing gaze from the fairy holding him at arms length now, his fingers tight against Luke’s skin - comforting despite the firmness of his grasp. Though his eyes are piercing, his smile contrasts it with warmth, a nearly inviting energy - a look solely saved for Luke.

Kieran couldn’t stop his feelings, the way he loved Luke was pure and real. He loved his voice, the curves of his body, his perky bottom, his laugh, the way he tells the worse jokes the moon fairy has ever heard, quite frankly he could go on for hours alone about his admiration for Luke’s kind eyes that shined brightly just for him and him alone. He wanted to spend the rest of eternity with Luke in his arms and by his side, loving him from the moment the moon sets to the warmth of the midday sun.

“I’ve been thinking,” Kieran hums, “I just find myself grateful for you.”

Luke bats his eyelashes sweetly, a blush spreading over his cheeks. “And I for you, Kieran. You’ve shown me a world I never would’ve been apart of had it not been for you.”

Luke pulls on Kieran’s arms towards the water fountain in the garden, it glistens with perfect crystal clear water. The sun reflects from the fountain, nearly blinding, lighting up the gold and marble material of the fountain’s foundations. Luke sits down on the edge, beckoning Kieran to join him with a sweet smile. His fingers dragging over the smooth marble with wonderment listening to the water trickling down from the faucet with a soft pitter patter of relaxation.

Kieran takes the seat beside him rather swiftly, his fingertips instantly dipping into the water swishing the cold liquid around with content. They sit in silence enjoying one another’s company, lulled into the comfort from the sound of running water and the occasional squawk from one of the crows that watch the pair with keen interest all this time later. Luke’s fingers brush Kieran’s in the water, the pair meeting eyes comfortably.

The cold water is comforting against his cool skin, his former nightself would often find himself dipping into the fountain to sip down some water when he found himself exhausted from flying. It nearly brought him to his old self from the beast he was. But truthfully only one thing ever has and ever will be capable of breaking his curse, his darling.

His eyes turn to his darling who fishes around his pocket looking for something, his head tilting to the side to consider what Luke could possibly need at a time like this. Not a second later, Luke pulls a coin from his pocket, the gold nugget heavy in his palm as he reaches for Kieran’s free hand, dropping the gold in his lover’s palm. Kieran gives him a quizzical look, his interest piqued.

“And whatever should I do with this?” Kieran inquires.

Luke grins, “It’s used to make a wish.”

“A wish? Is this a human tradition I’m not too familiar with?”

“Essentially,” Luke smiles. “You make a wish and toss it into the fountain and it’s said that your dreams will come true. So indulge me and make a wish, please? For me?”

Luke’s pouty eyes struck a chord within Kieran’s heart, the corner of his lips quirking into a smile. He can’t deny how much he adores when Luke pouts or begs him to do something, it sends a blaze through his chest and makes him think of long nights they’ve spent together in person or in the dream world when both of them were away from one another unable to be together. He flicks the coin around in his hand, he knew it would matter to Luke if he didn’t partake in this human tradition and frankly he found it less brash than other activities the human tried to convince him to partake in.

Kieran nods in agreement, his eyes looking up to the sky with interest. He wonders what more he could wish for when what he wanted most in the world is sitting beside him at the fountain. When his eyes meet Luke’s, they’re adoring, shining with what could only be described as love, he knows what he must wish for. He wishes to spend the rest of their days loving one another, together alone in the house or with company as long as they could sneak off together and be alone. He would love to spend every afternoon staring in wonderment at the fountain with Luke’s hands in his, knees brushing against one another, delighting in the warmth of Luke’s skin against his cold hands.

He flicks the coin up into the air, the pair watching as the coin sails high into the sky before falling back down with a plop into the water letting a few droplets of water splash against the men sitting there. He considers the way the coin slowly sinks to the bottom, surely he knew there would be no instant gratification but it puzzled him slightly what enjoyment anyone could get out of a silly little wish.

“What did you wish for, my love?” Luke whispers.

“I thought human superstition said wishes could not come true if spoken aloud?” Kieran hums.

Luke pushes his arm gently, “But you’re not human. Maybe it’s different.”

“I highly doubt it to be.” Kieran challenges.

Luke rolls his eyes, despite the gesture he’s smiling still. He lingers in Kieran’s touch a few moments before pushing himself up from the fountain, letting his eyes wander to a bush blooming with flowers. He walks over to the bushes nearby plucking a flower from one of them that glistens in the warmth of the sun, examining the violet hues with keen interest. He returns to his lover sitting beside him so their thighs touch once more. He nuzzles his head against Kieran’s showing off the flower to him wondering if the fae played silly games like this as a kid with their crushes. Mayhaps they were more formal, their traditions vast and hearty its quite possible they had more elaborate ways to partake in he loves me, he loves me.

“Would you like to partake in another human custom?”

“I would,” Kieran purrs, only because it’s you however, he thinks to himself but doesn’t speak the words out loud.

“Perfect.”

He brings the violet bluebell to Kieran’s face, letting the petals brush softly against his nose before turning the flower away from his lover. His fingers dance around the petals, they’re soft against his fingertips, they both could smell the sweet aroma dancing off the freshly plucked flower. This in turn made them relax further into one another’s hold, Kieran sighing with content at the solidness of Luke’s body against his own. Kieran nuzzles Luke’s neck, nipping and placing sweet kisses against his sensitive skin already placated with the whims of his love. A smile pulling at the corner of his lips as Luke giggles under his touch, squirming around in his loving embrace.

His fingers snatch one of the petals off the flower in his hand turning to the water watching as it drifts down to the water’s surface, Kieran’s face tucked into the warmth of Luke’s neck watching as the petal floats with the soft breeze.

“He loves me,” Luke smiles.

“Me?” Kieran brows furrowed in puzzlement.

“Mmhmm,” Luke nods, “He loves me not.”

Another flower petal floats down to the water fountain.

“I so do love you, my darling. How could you even question such a thing?!” He growls, reaching to snatch the flower away from Luke’s hands, who quickly maneuvers it above his head, holding it outside of Kieran’s reach. He raises an eyebrow at Kieran as their faces are mere centimeters apart. “This tradition is silly, a waste of time.”

“It’s just for fun,” Luke breathes against his lips. “If we are truly meant to be, the flower will have enough petals to end with he loves me.”

Kieran huffs, “Prosterious. How can a simple little flower predict all of that?”

“He loves me,” Luke replies purposely ignoring his questions, dropping another petal into the fountain, his pink lips ghosting Kieran’s pulling him deeper into him. He lets out an annoyed breath, his teeth flaring with annoyance at the game they’re playing. “He loves me.”

The petal floats down to the water.

“He loves me not.”

“I love you.” Kieran purrs against Luke, letting his lips briefly find Luke’s. He sucks with urgency, claiming Luke’s lips as his own, his teeth find purchase on his lower lip drawing a moan and a gasp from the human. Luke pulls away flushed, he looks away with embarrassment.

“Look at me when I talk to you.”

Luke reluctantly returns his gaze, plucking another petal off the flower. “He loves me.”

“Must we keep playing?”

“It’s just a fun little game.”

“I don’t like it, he loves you so why bother with this.”

Despite Kieran’s protests, Luke pushes his luck, plucking another petal off the flower. It lands gracefully in the water, the sun illuminating the flow of water with hues of violet that look breathtaking to Luke. Luke draws a single finger down Kieran’s chest watching his angry gaze glaze over into surprise before Luke surprises him by plucking another petal watching as it falls between them into the water. He plucks another petal. And another. Until it’s the final one.

“He loves me.”

“He does.” Kieran’s eyes blaze with admiration. “He loves you so much.”

“He’d better.” Luke grins. “I can’t think of a life that doesn’t have you in it.”

“Your heart is too pure for me.” Kieran whispers, “I still can’t fathom you falling for me and continuing to feel that way even with my heart no longer inside you.”

“To me,” Luke begins, “Your heart piece will always be inside me. You are the moon in the sky that guides me home, our love burns brighter than even the sun when Radiance turned the world into an eternal day. You are my forever and always, my love.”

Though he’d never admit, he swoons at the way Luke speaks of him so lovingly. Pink lips meet his own drawing him into a soft sweetness he’s come to adore. Before he could never find himself enjoying the gentleness of being loved by a man like Luke, now he can’t picture his own life without Luke. Their sentiments mirror each other, another indication that Luke would be his soulmate until their dying breath. He wouldn’t dare live another moment more without Luke by his side. His love is more powerful than anyone he’s ever loved before.

“You are quite poetic when you try, my darling,” Kieran jeers sweetly. “I would pluck the moon from the sky if you asked me to, Luke. I hope you know that. You are the warmth to my chill of the night. You make me a better man. And lover.”

Kieran watches with interest as Luke boldly closes more of the space between them, his hand moving to touch Kieran’s thigh with interest and he can smell the mint on Kieran’s lips. He exhales shakily letting his eyes fall open to meet Kieran’s gaze. Kieran’s hand moves to Luke’s encasing it with his own, letting his fingertips brush back and forth against his skin. He moves his head in to lead the kiss, their lips meeting in a heated frenzy.

Neither can pull away as Kieran pulls Luke into his lap, his hand sliding into his hair to find purchase holding him against him. Luke whines under Kieran’s mercy, his body reacting and his lungs losing air. He moans loudly as teeth connect with his lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood, watching helplessly as Kieran soothes the wound with his tongue watching it heal under his touch as he enjoys the taste of Luke’s metallic blood.

He pulls away resting his forehead against Luke’s, both breathing heavily against one another. Luke’s hands connect with Kieran’s chest, using him to keep himself up as he continues to pant against his mouth.

“Sorry, I got carried away.” Kieran grins deviously.

“Oh, is that so?” Luke laughs, “oops.”

With one swift motion a wave of water comes crashing over Kieran, Luke’s hand lost in the sea of the fountain. Kieran sits stunned momentarily as petals and water cover him before a sly smile begins to cross his features.

“Luke.”

Before he can say anything further Luke dashes out of Kieran’s lap laughing loudly as he runs around the fountain. Kieran now dips his hand into the water sending out a wave back at his lover, it splashes over him with effort.

“Cold ...cold..cold..” Luke cries, his body shivering under the cold temperature of the fountain. “Truce! Truce! I surrender Prince Kieran!”

“Absolutely not,” Kieran loudly contests, before splashing another wave in Luke’s direction who nearly avoids most of the splash zone. “Come back here!”

“NO!”

Luke reaches into the fountain letting the water splash over Kieran again who gasps at the freezing water against his cool skin. The pair chase each other around the fountain as birds squawk above them keen on watching the match unfold before them. Kieran comes out victorious pinning Luke in his arms as they both drip with water grinning at one another.

“I love you Prince Kieran.”

“And I love you Luke.”

“Now how about I get you out of these wet clothes and dry you off myself, hm?” Luke offers with a mischievous grin, his eyes burning with lust meeting Kieran’s gaze who’s hands clasp Luke’s body against his own. “Here, I’ll start now.”

He grins as his hands move against the buttons of Kieran’s shirt, Kieran watching in amazement at the boldness, he almost considers pinning Luke against the fountain and having his way with him in that instant. The way his hands are nimble and warm against his bare skin letting him remove his shirt, shooting warmth through his body which only his darling can elicit from him. He groans as fingertips massage into cold wet skin before Luke leans in close, kissing him on the collarbone. His tongue drags against the bone lapping up the droplets of water that remain on his skin.

Kieran’s hands are heavy in Luke’s hair, letting his head fall back in pleasure as his darling continues to lick up water droplets off his skin. His tongue roaming every inch of his chest and abs, a satisfied smirk spreading against Kieran’s lips. He leads Luke’s head lower and lower until the pair find themselves submerged in each other’s bodies. Not a single hesitation from either of them to be in the garden where any wandering eyes could catch them in their acts. Kieran lays Luke against the grassy ground flowers gleaming around him nearly as picturesque as Luke is, both men lost in love, lust, and admiration for one another.

[nateconnolly]

40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back. 

[smallsinger5901]

‘near is a cheap copy of L 😡’ yes and he knows it. He knows it in his fucking bones. That’s the worst part, right? He was trained to be another person. And he’s not. There is no way for him to ever fill that role because L, more than being a job, is a human. Who can never be replicated. Who died at 25 years old and left no instructions on what to do after. Near had no interest in Kira really beyond that L must solve the Kira case; he doesnt even really seem to like solving detective cases in general. When all is said and done, Near is a cheap copy of L. Because the tragedy of death note is that no character can ever exist alone, but they all will be when it’s over.

[deliriousgrl-writes]

Riding nate in his room after a football game would be insane

YES especially if he was in a bad mood 👀

secret//nate jacobs x fem reader

cw: emotional abuse, male anatomy described, female anatomy described, secret relationship, unprotected p in v, degradation, fem reader tries to top for the first time, riding nate because he’s sad or mad or whatever’s going on in his pretty head, he’s rlly mean tbh, doesn’t matter because you’re obsessed with him and he is with you

you knew better than to try and open your mouth right now. nate was silent as he drove down the dark streets of your town, his jaw clenched and his big hand gripping the steering wheel hard.

you were nate’s secret, you knew that, and it hurt more than ever tonight. you had been watching him in the bleachers during his game, the stands crowded and loud. your eyes were on him the whole time, number eighteen and his tall form a force on the manicured green grass. everything was going well, nate was one of the greatest assets on the high school football team, usually being the one who won the games. but tonight had turned out different, nate had seemed distracted before the game, though you weren’t able to speak with him before the game had started to try and find out why. you had saw something different in his brown eyes, his usual pride and confidence missing as he set foot on the field.

east highland was winning, and you were smiling and happy, cheering with the rest of your peers and everyone on the bleachers. everything was going as great as it always did when you watched nate play football, the scoreboard letting everyone know that the team was going to remain undefeated. your eyes focused on nate, watching as one of his teammates threw him the ball, but instead of running, nate’s tall form stayed put. you weren’t sure what was going on with him, or where his dark eyes were looking, but he froze. it happened so fast from where you were seated in real time, but as you sat, wondering why nate wasn’t running to go ahead and win the game, time seemed slower. your heart began to beat faster, your brows pinched together, and before you knew it someone on the other team was knocking nate’s tall body backwards on the field. your eyes widened, standing up on the metal bleachers, worry ringing through you. you wished more than anything that you could run over to him, wanting to be beside him but were forced to watch as his teammates, coach, referee, and medic crowded around him on the bright grass of the field. you couldn’t be with him, because nate wouldn’t want it, he wished to keep you far away in his day to day life. out of sight from everyone. his secret.

you were still stinging with worry as he finally got up, his coach and the ref holding his tall body up, nate’s face looking down at the ground like he didn’t want anyone to see him. they pulled him off the field, away from your view while you were forced to watch the rest of the game. his team won, but you didn’t care, just yearning to be wherever he was.

nate usually spent time with you after games, after he was paraded around with his teammates, accepting cheers and smiles. you knew where you needed to wait after games, somewhere in the dark and away from any prying eyes, where nate’s silver truck would pull up and you’d have to struggle to jump in. so you waited, watching as vehicles drove out of the parking lot, people leaving and the bright lights of the field shutting off. you wrapped your arms around yourself, wondering how long it would take him to finally show up, wondering if he was in pain or was being taken to the hospital or something.

but he finally showed up, and that’s why you found yourself in the uncomfortable silence as he drove you to his house. you wanted to say something, all the words on the tip of your tongue, but if you said them you figured nate would only get angry, taking all his frustration out on you instead of himself. he would probably accuse you of thinking he was weak or something, a retaliation due to his own insecurities. he’d been seeing you in secret for about seven months at that point and you’d learned enough about him to know how seriously he took himself, how much he beat himself up for being any less than the man he wanted himself to be. who he pretended to be. it was his ego and more than ever, watching his tense body drive in the dark, his ego was bruised.

once nate finally pulled up to his large family home, you jumped when he got out, him slamming the drivers side door of his big truck with force. you winced slightly, your body on high alert when instead of opening your door for you and helping you get out like he usually did, he quickly jogged up to his front door. when you finally worked up the courage to make it out of his truck and into his house, you slowly walked up the staircase, your eyes scanning around the jacob’s family portraits, younger versions of nate making your stomach twist. his bedroom door was closed and you slowly turned the knob, walking into his tidy space, the smell of his room a small comfort to you. the sound of the shower running could be heard from behind his bathroom door, and you went to sit down on his bed, your heart racing as you wondered what kind of mood he would be in once he was in your presence again.

you’d seen how angry nate could be, how much his face would change and how his deep voice sounded when he screamed. he had scared you more than once during the past seven months but you cared too much to walk away. finding yourself clinging to him no matter how fucked up the situation he put you in was. it felt as if you were helpless without him, nate made sure of it, making sure that you had no one close in your life but him. even your relationship with your family was strained now, spending any ounce of free time you had with nate, one of his main rules for you. and you did what he said everytime, everything he wished. after all, you just wanted him. only him.

your eyes darted to the bathroom door once he walked out, seeing his tall, lean muscular body in only some tight black boxers, watching as he moved around his dimly lit room. a lump was in your throat, his hands pulling out some clothes out of his wardrobe, his broad shoulders tense. you shifted nervously on his bed, his soft duvet under the exposed skin of your legs under your dress. nate liked when you wore feminine things like dresses and skirts, and you quickly changed your preferences to meet his, always wanting him to enjoy the way you looked even if you were uncomfortable.

he finally sat on the edge of the bed and your eyes stayed on him from where you sat near his pillows. you could hear his deep breathing, his slightly tanned, muscular upper body on display. the clothes he’d just dragged out of his wardrobe were piled beside him at the end of the bed but he made no move to put them on. your heart started to race as he put his head in his hands, him not making a sound but obviously showing signs of distress. “nate?” you whispered, anxiety in your limbs.

you could see him take a breath before he spoke, his deep voice low. “what?”

his reply was a bit muffled in his large hands still covering his face and you found yourself feeling bad for him. you knew that he was beating himself up because of the mishap at his game and you wished that he wouldn’t, your heart clenching in your chest. you let out a soft breath before moving on the bed behind him, your fingers a little shaky as you hesitantly placed them on his broad shoulders. his muscles tensed beneath your fingers and he pulled his hands down from his face, his elbows still resting on his thighs as he turned his head a little to look at you before you spoke. “are you-”

he cut you off before you could finish your sentence, his brows furrowing a little. “don’t even start,” he interrupted, his jaw clenching as he narrowed his dark eyes at you. it was as if he didn’t want you to try and comfort him at all, to just ignore how he was feeling and what had happened during his game. it made you upset, though you would never say so, not wanting to make him angry. you bit your lip as he turned away from you again, your hands still placed on his shoulders. you knew he didn’t wish to talk about how he felt but you also wanted to do anything you could to make him feel better. to ease his stress and try to turn him back into the nate you usually knew, the one who kept you hidden from his world but would also be the kindest, most doting boy you’d ever met. the boy who’d secretly left sweet notes in your locker, the boy who would pull you into dark corners in the high school you both attended to flirt with you and make you blush uncontrollably. of course nate could be rough during sex with you, but you didn’t mind, you liked it, one of the things nate made you realize about yourself. no matter how hard he would push you, no matter how rough, he would wrap you in his arms afterwards and praise you. kiss you all over and make you believe that he really saw you as all the good things he said he did. that you really were so good for him. so you decided to make him feel better the only way he would allow you to, taking the lead for the first time since he’d been sneaking around with you.

you closed your eyes for a second before you started, still feeling the lump in your throat and anticipating a bad reaction as you started to press your lips to his shoulders from behind. you did it over and over, gentle and soft, feeling his hot, freshly showered skin beneath your lips and smelling the delicious smell of his body wash in your nostrils. you rubbed your hands down his toned back, still pressing kisses to his skin. you finally felt him start to relax though he didn’t turn to look at you just yet, making you still feel weary as you continued. you were nervous to even be doing this, nate was always the one who initiated, always the one who kissed or touched you first, but you kept going, starting to feel yourself ache for him as you ran your hands over the muscles of his back.

you were on your knees behind him now, sitting up a bit as you leaned your head over beside his own, pressing your lips to his neck. you closed your eyes, your small fingers climbing up his back to his shoulders before traveling down to his collar bones. you were enjoying how warm and strong he felt beneath your fingertips, how heavenly he smelled as you slowly kissed the side of his neck all over. your eyes widened when he suddenly got up, making you fall back a little on his mattress, meeting his dark gaze as he peered down at you. you felt scared for a moment, wondering if his mood still hadn’t shifted from feeling your lips on his skin, but it quickly dissipated some as he leaned down and crawled over you. his strong arms were on either side of your head as he hovered over you smaller body, his face only inches from your own and you felt his hot minty breath over your skin. you didn’t wait for him to speak or move, you wanted to be the one who made him feel good, you wanted to make him feel all the things he was always making you feel. so you reach your hands up and cupped both his cheeks beneath your palms, pulling his head down a little as you finally crashed your lips onto his. nate reciprocated the kiss, thankfully for you, and you pulled him down lower, wrapping your arms around his neck to get closer. he pressed his body against you, his body heat making your stomach swirl and you could already feel how hard he was in his tight boxers, his tip poking into your leg. nate’s breathing was getting faster as you moved your lips over his, your fingers going to tangle in his damp, short hair.

nate was always making you feel high off him, the way his hands touched you or his lips tasted making your brain go fuzzy and your heart pound. you moaned into his mouth when he pressed his hardness into you, making him bring his hands down and grip your hips, pushing you hard against his bed. a fire was building inside of you as he dug his fingers through the soft material of your dress and into your hips, his mouth beginning to move a little more hungrily over your own.

you wanted him to forget about how the game went, forget about all the stress he was under, forget about anything but the way you felt in his hands and how your body craved his own. and it seemed to be working. he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and lifted your body up a bit, forcing you to sit in his lap, your thighs on either side of his hips. you could feel his cock pushing through his boxers against you, your dress concealing it but his hardness was pressed against your panties. it made your stomach burn and your body ache, knowing that he wanted you. you were still kissing him, your hands still in his hair as his own large hands ran up and down your sides. he pulled away, though his teeth caught your bottom lip, tugging it a bit before releasing it, making your breathing hitch. “what do you want?” he mumbled, his voice low and a bit breathless.

your face was already contorted into a needy expression, your head above his as his hands roamed over your body, his fingers squeezing a little as he gripped your ass through your dress. “to make y-you feel better,” you finally whined, his fingers digging into your bottom more. he nodded his head, looking up at you with his dark eyes, a sight that made you feel weak and like his prey.

“you wanna make me feel better? then let me use your tight fucking pussy,” he barked, moving his hand up to quickly grab a handful of your hair and tug your face down lower so that he was looking down at you. you whined, the painful sting of him pulling your hair versus how much pleasure you got from his cock still pressing up against your panties making you grow even wetter and achy. “say yes,” he commanded, narrowing his lustful gaze on you.

“yes,” you whined, nodding your head over and over. he pulled your face up to his again with your hair in his fingers, crashing his lips onto yours forcibly. his tongue traced between you lips, the taste of his toothpaste still on his wet tongue and making you whimper into his mouth. he released your hair, his hands moving to your hips and pulling you on top of his muscular body, his head hitting his pillows as he kept kissing you. you were straddling him, already lost in pleasure because of how intoxicating it felt to be wanted by him, a sensation you were always chasing it seemed. he pulled away, his breathing heavy as you stared down at him from above with wide, desperate eyes. he bucked his hips up, making you gasp in pleasure from feeling his clothed cock against your soaking core that rested in your panties still.

“you’re so fucking worked up already,” he taunted, “such a slut for me. already begging me to use your cunt.” his deep voice and degrading comments only made you ache more, already ready to start begging like he always made you. “i can feel how fucking soaked you are, even through my underwear. leaking all over my cock like a needy whore,” he smirked, shaking his head, “you like it, don’t you? letting me feel how much your pussy aches for me? i bet you want me to touch you right now and feel it? you want that, don’t you?”

you bit your lip, nodding and feeling him buck his hips up into you again, making you release your lip and moan. “don’t nod, say it. say, ‘i want you to feel how wet my pussy is for you.’ say it.”

he always made you say filthy things like this, but it turned you on so much. you really were needy for him, he could use you as he wished, however he saw fit and you wouldn’t complain. oh, how lost in him you really were. “i-i want you to feel… i want you to feel how wet m-my pussy is for y-you,” you stumbled out, your heat growing wetter as you said what he wanted you to say. he nodded, bringing his large hand up and cupping your cheek, his palm warm as he rubbed your face with his thumb.

“exactly. i know how much you want me,” he purred, his eyes peering into yours, “how much you want me to just fuck you until your fucking screaming. you know only i can make you feel that way right?” you nodded, actually agreeing with him. “now do what you said you’d do. make me feel better and take off your pretty little dress for me like a good slut.”

you immediately started ripping off your dress, so eager for him to touch your bare skin. you finally pulled it off your head, throwing it somewhere in his tidy room, leaving you in only your matching baby blue bra and panties. nate let out a breath, taking both his hands and starting to tease you with his fingers, tickling your skin as he started moving his fingertips up your thighs, over your hips and sides, before stopping as he got to your shoulders. your body twitched and squirmed on top of him as he did so, and you knew he enjoyed it. he liked teasing you until you were desperate for him, until you couldn’t take anymore. he smirked as he watched you shiver when he started pulling down your bra straps, his feather light touches making you squirm on top of his hard cock that pressed through his boxers.

nate pulled down your bra straps all the way, the cups of your bra releasing your breasts, your chest heaving, making them rise and fall, up and down as you stayed on top of him. “look at these tits,” he whispered, his deep voice still low, “your nipples are hard already. you want me to touch them, don’t you? yeah, i think that’d make me feel a lot better. you want me to feel better, right?”

“yes,” you whimpered, feeling his fingertips trace around them, the skin under your breasts and above them on your chest. you bit your lip, taking a breath when he finally started to fondle you. his big hands were warm on your skin, goosebumps raising all over your trembling body. the skin of his palms pressed against your sensitive nipples, making you let out a sharp gasp and choking you up. you looked down at him, his dark eyes directly on your face, an evil smirk on his lips.

“god you’re such a whore,” nate smirked, still keeping his voice quiet, “i can feel you getting wetter, you know? you like how my hands feel on these pretty tits, don’t you?” you nodded, already feeling overstimulated from his touch until he squeezed your breasts harder, his fingers dipping into your skin until it almost hurt. you let out a muffled cry, your voice choking from how worked up you were getting, from how turned on you already were. you’d do anything he said, let him touch you as he wished, tease you until he saw fit to give in. you let him be selfish, you knew that part of him would never change.

after his tight squeeze with his warm hands, he finally reach around your trembled form to unhook your bra, the blue material falling down over his abs beneath you. he grabbed it quickly and threw it somewhere in his clean room. “now,” he breathed out, almost rolling his eyes at you from how much you trembled and squirmed on top of him, knowing he could be rude to you right now because you didn’t care how he treated you in moments like this, because you secretly liked it, “you’re going to be a good girl for me and you’re going to take off those panties and you’re going to take my cock and ride me till i cum, okay? that would make me feel so much better.”

your needy face looked down at him, his fingers hooking into your cotton panties and teasing the skin on your hips, his eyes narrowing on you a bit and waiting for your submission. you’d never been on top of him before, never rode him. but he was asking you to, and he did say it’d make him feel better. you couldn’t help but whisper a soft, ‘okay’ and move off of his tall body for a moment, giving in despite your nerves. you slipped off the edge of his bed, standing there, feeling exposed with his gaze all over your body. you started to take your underwear off but he quickly stopped you as soon as you started, his voice sounding annoyed as he spoke. “turn around and let me see you bend over as you take them off,” his deep voice instructed you, a tinge of annoyance still evident in his tone, “go on.”

you bit your lip as you obeyed him, turning around and bending over slowly as you slipped your soaked blue panties off your body. they hit the ground and you stepped out of them, swallowing before you turned around. your heart started racing once you saw him, his own underwear off now and his thick, long cock in his hand. he rolled his brown eyes when you didn’t automatically step over and get back on the bed, annoyed that you just stood there and looked at his hardness. “do what i told you to do,” he sighed, his brows pinching together as he heard your soft rapid breaths, “i told you what would make me feel better, now do it.”

you nodded and crawled back on top of his tall, muscular body, the both of you now naked. you felt his cock from beneath you, your wetness resting on top of it and making your body heat up and your pussy ache painfully. his hands were digging into your hips, his nails painfully sticking into you as he waited impatiently. “stick it in you,” he gritted out, narrowing his eyes up at you again, “i know you don’t need any fucking time for foreplay. you’re practically dripping on my cock right now. so do what you want. you’re greedy like that, aren’t you? maybe you don’t even care how i feel or want me to feel better, maybe you just want to be a greedy slut and feel my cock inside you…”

“no,” you blurted out, blinking down at him as you shook your head, “i-i want you to feel better, nate. i want to do whatever you say that will help you right now.”

nate bit back a smirk at your words, looking up at the ceiling like he was trying not to laugh at you. he was cruel like that, but something about how his actions degraded you, only made you want him more. always wanting to please him. “okay,” he finally said, his dark eye boring into you, “then stop leaking all over me like a needy slut and actually take me.”

you quickly reach your hand down, lifting up on top of him a bit with your legs. your fingers wrapped around his large size and quickly pulled it up to your entrance, letting out a tiny moan when his tip hit your soaked entrance. he fingers dug into your hips more when you did, silently telling you to hurry and drop down on his cock. you shut your eyes as you lowered yourself on him finally, feeling him stretch you out, a loud whine leaving your lips as you finally took all of him.

“now bounce that pretty body up and down on my cock,” he instructed, or demanded, “make me ‘feel better.’” you started moving up and down on his length, the sensation new and pleasuring, the position making you love the way he looked up at you with his dark eyes, how his pupils dilated until his irises were almost black. his lips parted, pants leaving him as he kept his large hands on your hips and guided you up and down his cock. his deep voice let out a low groan, making you almost fall apart already, even if you’d just started. “you better not cum yet,” nate threatened, his words coming out breathy and dark, “i’ll be mad.”

you kept going, unable to stop the small whines and whimpers that left your mouth, his cock hitting your sweet spot everytime you lowered yourself back down on him. you shut your eyes tightly and he dug his nails into your hips again when you did, a silent reminder to keep them open and on him. you let out a choked whine, staring back down at him and trying not to cum, his chiseled features and heavy breaths from below you making you want to scream. “keep going,” he warned you, “don’t cum like a stupid slut already, you’re better than that. keep making me feel better, don’t be selfish.”

you would rather be damned than to not keep going for him, to not obey his breathy commands, so you kept up your movements on him. you kept yourself steady by bringing your small hands down to his heaving, broad chest, his black, hungry eyes boring into yours as you kept whining. you tried not to chase your own pleasure, trying to be keenly aware of how fast or slow you went, feeling when his legs would tense or when he’d groan so you knew you were making it about him. “fuuuck,” he groaned out, his eyes wide as he brought one of his large hands over your naked breast, squeezing as you continued to ride him, making sure to lift off of him and slam back down on his length, something that seemed to make his tall form tense and the muscles in his toned thighs twitch beneath. you were enjoying drawing these noises and reactions out of him, making him feel good, wanting him to praise you soon for doing good.

“you’re making me feel really good,” nate panted out, squeezing your hard nipple between his fingertips, earning a whine from you while keeping his other hand on your hip, “you wanna be good for me, don’t you? my little secret loves making me feel good.”

you moaned out a hitch pitched ‘yes,’ slamming yourself up and down his throbbing cock quicker. when he called you his ‘little secret’, it made you feel so dirty, but you couldn’t help but feel your stomach tighten from the expression. you loved being his secret, loved that he wanted you all to himself and the fact that no one knew who you belonged to, only him and you. you’d gotten used to lying for him quickly, and now, seven months later, being his secret was your favorite thing to be.

you felt yourself about to snap, biting your lower lip until you tasted copper as you tried to remain concentrated on him. it was hard, especially because he kept groaning and egging you on, knowing how hard it was for you not to cum when he spoke or made noises. nate knew your body and reactions well, and he used that knowledge to tease and taunt you, to wreck you completely during sex. it was his way, and you couldn’t do anything about it, which he reveled in.

“you’re squeezing me so tight,” nate choked out, “i can tell you’re about to cum. you better not, you’re doing this for me, remember? say it. say you won’t cum because you need me to fill you up first.”

nate’s demands and taunting sounded so dark coming from his deep, breathless voice. it was hard not to fall apart just from the sound, but you obeyed his command, your voice shaky and high pitched because of how much you were struggling not to come undone. “i won’t cum! i-i won’t! need y-you to fill me up first. please!”

nate let out a dark chuckle, grinning a sinful smile as he heard how close you were in your choked cry. “good girl,” he murmured, squeezing your hips with both his big hands, making you cry out as you felt how deep his nails were pressing into you, wondering if he’d leave bruises and struggling not to cum from the thought of him leaving his marks on you, “keep going. you’re lucky i’m about to fucking cum, gunna fill your tight cunt up real good. fuck- keep squeezing on my cock, i love feeling you about to fucking snap.”

“nate!” you whined out loudly, going as fast as you could on his length, his hard grip on your hips guiding you up and down and making you keep up your pace. he shook his head at you, denying your release, serious about you making him cum first. he was panting and groaning, his toned thighs tensing from beneath you, his grip on your hips never loosening.

finally, only a minute later, he was groaning even louder, his grip on your hips starting to slow your movements as he came inside you. you were practically screaming as you felt his length throb and twitch inside you, how his warm release was deep in you cunt. “there!” he growled out suddenly, his brows pinched together as his lips stayed parted as he breathed rapidly, “now you can fucking cum!”

that’s all it took, his permission making you twitch and moan uncontrollably on top of him as you finally found your release, even if your movements had stopped completely. you felt his cock start to soften inside you as he dug his nails into your hips still, knowing that simple action alone could draw out your orgasm further. your thighs shuddered around his hips as you finally started to come down, struggling to keep yourself upright on his body as you panted loudly in his quiet room. nate noticed, and despite liking the way you struggled, he wrapped his long, strong arms around you and lifted you off of him and down beside him on the bed. you closed your eyes as you tried to relax against his pillows, the muscles in your body beginning to grow tired as you finally came down fully.

he laughed at you darkly, something he often did when he saw how spent you were from him making you cum. nate pulled you closer to him as he laid on his side, pulling the soft duvet on his bed over you both to cover your bodies. “open your eyes,” he chuckled.

you fluttered your heavy eyes open and looked at him, the vicious smile still on his handsome face as he looked over your features. “thank you for being good for me,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and your cheek, making you relax even more, “you know that i do care about you, right?”

you nodded, wanting to believe him even if it was hard to decipher his true feelings. he nodded too, pressing a couple kisses to the side of your face, and wrapping you tighter in his arms. “so good for me,” he murmured against your skin, making a pink dust appear on your cheeks and your chest warm.

you never wanted this part to end.

[numbuh424]

killer within game workshop

[sakebytheriver]

Nathan Ford, my favorite Greek tragedy on cable TV, an Icarus with wax wings made of righteous anger and a moral code that he'll break any rule for, burned up in the hellfire of his own rage, a modern day Prometheus stealing fire from the gods and giving their power to the people so that they can burn down the thrones their oppressor sits upon sealing his own fate and dooming himself to eternal suffering while knowing if he was given the choice a thousand times over he'd still do it every single time

Nathan Ford, my favorite blorbo packed with every type of Catholic imagery you could give to one man, joined the seminary to atone for the sins of his father, left to serve a different master playing detective for an insurance agency before the loss of a son crumbled his whole world down around him like the walls of Jericho, and in his grief he was handed a burning sword by fate and told to Avenge. The archangel Nate Ford, given a flame of anger so hot it rained hellfire down upon those that would never fit between the eye of a needle, a violent saint on a righteous crusade soaking the world in blood and that will only end one way, he'll leave a graveyard behind him, but he will still have to dig one last grave when he's done

Nathan Ford, my favorite folk song hero, a Boston Irish drunk, the moral son of an immoral mobster, an utter bastard with anger management issues, and a control freak with a sadistic streak, who took all the pain and all the anger in his heart and used it for Good, the ballad of Nate Ford echoes through the world like a call to action, an inspiration for the future, the sacrifices he made to be the catalyst for a movement he'd make over and over again even if the nature of being the spark means you'll never see the fire

Nathan Ford, my favorite terrible horrible broken man content to drink himself into an early grave if it mean he'd get to see his son again until he was given a chance to ruin the lives of men infinitely worse than he could ever be and save even just one person the same pain he suffered and so he postponed his death until his rage burned his own heart into ash

Nathan Ford, a tragedy with only one ending, but by God if he wasn't going to cause some hell on his way down

[divinedelusional]

feels so good to be needed

nate archibald x fem reader

a/n: first smut for natie! hope you like it guys, requested by my fave lulu xoxo

warnings: smut, mdni!!! 18+, oral (m receiving), female masturbation, praise kink, slightly sub Nate (he's just our needy boo) and dom reader

You and Nate were in a bind. Golden couple of Upper East Side's most prestigious high schools couldn't reach an agreement. The thing was that Nate got sick and for the first day he wouldn't let you stay in his room for more than 10 minutes, panicked that you'd catch something.

"Nate, cold is not some deadly sickness, you know that?" you chuckled. You were sitting on his desk, watching him from a distance he required from you.

"Of course I know, but do you want to look like I do on our trip to France?" Nate gestured to his bed, where layed a bunch of used tissues, new box of them opened, thermometr and empty packet of aspirin he just dissolved in water and was about to drink.

He had a point, but still you hated to see your boyfriend like this and not being able to help.

You sighed and picked up your purse.

"You're lucky that we don't live together yet, and that school is for two more days. Otherwise you wouldn't get rid of me today that easily".

Nate rolled his eyes.

"I love you" he said.

"False, you'd let me kiss you if you loved me" you stuck your tounge at him.

"No, y/n not today" he said and as universe took his side, it hit him with a fit of coughing.

"Okay, okay" you gave up. "But I'll see you tomorrow. Drink your aspirin and go to sleep" you pointed your finger at him.

"Yes, mom" he said to which you rolled you eyes this time.

Luckily Nate was getting better. Next day he slept half the day and you brought him chicken noodle soup for late lunch. Even though the fever was wearing off he still wouldn't let you close to him. You left him essential oils to put in diffuser or to steam in the shower.

"Lavender is not first choice for stuffy nose, but it will help you sleep for sure" you told him when he jumped to bed after taking a shower. He almost immediately closed his eyes, sinking into the plushy pillows. You dripped the sheets around the pillows with lavender oil and stood next to the bed watching your boyfriend. He mumbled a thank you and in his tired state he didn't even protest when you kissed his forehead. He fell asleep almost right after, a smile appeared on his face after feeling your lips on his skin.

Next day he woke up, feeling so much better cold wise. His nose wasn't stuffed anymore and he wasn't shivering when he untagled himself from warm duvet. Smell of essential oil was lingering in his bedroom so was your kiss that you planted on his forehead last night.

Nate was really missing you. You and your touch mostly. He saw you yesterday, but he didn't kiss you for 3 days. And always when the worst symptoms disappeared he started to get needy. He was aware that he was the one who told you not to kiss him or get to close, but that was for your own good. Now it was almost noon and he still felt good, at least his state didn't get worse. No fever, no stuffy nose, nothing. Just a little headache and ache and longing for you.

It really was his lucky day, because you just texted him that you're gonna come visit him earlier, due to canceled biology class. Biggest grin appeared on his face as he was texting you back. He ran down to the kitchen asking the help to pick up some fresh fruits to have as snacks and then went back upstairs, to change the bedsheets and take out fresh blankets. He hoped that you wouldn't tease him about not letting you close to him and you would cuddle with him while watching a movie or something. After half an hour he decided that everything looks decent, bed was made as comfortable as it could get, trays with fresh fruits and croissaints were put on his desk. Suddenly his headache reminded of itself and he decided to lay down. He must have dozed off and heard a quiet knock on a door, which was enough to wake him up.

"Come in!" he called, voice slightly hoarse.

Door opened and he saw your smiling face.

"Hi bubba, how are you feeling?" you asked, coming up to his side, putting a hand on his forehead to check temperature.

"Better, much better in fact" he said, lifting his head up and putting a chaste kiss to your wrist.

"Oh I see you've changed your mind about staying apart, hm?" you teased, caressing his cheek with your knuckles.

"You know that I can't stay apart from you too long" he whispered leaning into your touch.

"Good, because neither can I" you said and sat beside him, putting your bag on the floor. You were quick to close the distance between you and Nate. You kissed hesitantly at first and then he slid his tounge into your mouth, exploring it in very slow pace, but you liked it that way. He put one hand on your waist, pulling you closer. Your kiss begin to get desperate and when you pulled away for air, Nate whined into your mouth, chasing it. He kissed you again and the neediness that was lingering before, was now fully expressed. He panted when you pulled away.

"You missed us, huh?" you grinned.

"Oh you have no idea" Nate rasped. "You know how I get after...oh shit" you straddled his legs and began to kiss down his throat. "I couldn't wait for you to come over today, I need you so bad" he lifted his hips, to get closer. You were moving you hips back and forth now on his lap and the bulge was starting to form in his boxers. You were needy for him too. You waited patiently for him to get better, as you knew he was going to be like this. And you knew perfectly what to do to make him feel better.

"My poor baby, that cold was a torture for you, you're so needy"

"Yes, I am, oh so bad"

"Yes, yes I know, but I don't want you to lift a finger okay, Natie? I know exactly what you need, I'm gonna take such good care of you baby" you said hopping of his lap. "You just relax and let me to everything okay? Can you do that for me, Natie?" you cooed.

Nate nooded, as you leaned down to undress his bottom half. He kicked of his sweats of his ankles, moaning when you palmed his bulge through his boxers. You looked at his face as you massaged his cloathed balls. That always added an extra kick to his pleasure.

"Oh, oh y/n, please..."

"Please what honey? What dou you need? Do we have the same thing in mind?" you asked when you were taking his boxers off.

"I'-I think so" he panted "You're gonna suck me off"

"That's right, make space for me"

You laid down between his legs, you rested your head on his thigh while you were still playing with his balls.

"Baby please, I need this, put me in your mouth, please"

"You know I can never say no to you" you smiled at him and moved your face to his dick, you mouth inches away from it.

"Hi" you whispered softly "Such a pretty thing" you felt an ache in your pussy and your mouth filled with saliva. You opened it, taking your boyfriend's dick into your mouth. You took him fully in just one go. You stayed like that for a second, enjoying a feeling of having your mouth full with his cock. You hollowed your cheeks and began bobbing your head up and down in slow movements.

Nate had his head pressed into the pillows as he felt the hotness of your velvety walls around him. Fuck, he loved it so much. He was weak for you always, but even weaker today. He already was thinking how to last longer not to make this end so quickly. Sighes and small moans were leaving his mouth as you continued with your slow pace. He thought he was going to want you go faster, but he enjoyed this tempo and was feeling like he was in heaven. Pleasure was building in him slowly, but oh so amazingly. Very carefully you started to go faster, twisting your head slightly from left to right. Somehow you managed to take even more of him into your mouth and he began to pant, his breath quickend.

"What are you fucking doing to me, baby, shit" he opened his eyes and lifted his head off the pillows a little bit and did all in his power not to cum in the spot. The sight of you, taking him fully with your eyes closed, pleasure written all over your face, you were enjoying this as much as he did. You didn't know that he was watching you and while your left hand was playing with his balls your right went to your clit. Nate couldn't take this. He fell on the pillows and burried both of his hands in your hair, making a make shift ponytail with one.

"You're doing so fucking great for me y/n, no one fucks me like you do, baby"

You moaned around him, vibrations only adding to extreme delight he was experiencing under your touch.

"Fuck me faster, make us both cum, oh shit yes, just like that"

You were now moving the fastest you could, his dick hitting the back of your throat. His moans increased in volume, becoming whines. He always sounded so pretty, his moans always turning you on more. You were drawing tight circles on your clit, matching it with a speed you were fucking Nate with.

"Yesss, just like that, don't stop, don't fucking stop" he chanted. His abs flexed and cock twitched. He was almost there, so were you. You sucked with extra pressure, your throat tight around him.

"Baby, I'm not gonna last, oh my god, I'm fucking coming, yesss" with a loud groan he came, your mouth filled with his hot cum. The coil in your belly snaped as you where sucking him dry, fucking him through his orgasm.

Nate was panting heavily, staring onto the celling.

"Soo, how do you feel now?" you asked with a grin and he only smiled.

"You know how"

You chuckled.

"I don't fucking know how you do that, but holy shit"

"I just love you and your dick, baby" you responed with a tone like you'd state that the sky is blue and grass green. Nate laughed and twirled the strand of your hair.

"Thank you"

"Anything for my baby" you said and started kissing his abs. Then you climed up and laid your head down on his chest. You were laying in a comfortable silence under a thin sheet.

"Hey what's in that bag you brought?"

"Oh it's our favourite wraps, you know that place in Village"

"That's great, I got us fresh fruits, thought you'd like that"

"Yes honey, we need our vitamins, especially you, we can make fruit salads after we have wraps"

Nate kissed you and you stayed like that, kissing in a warm embrace. You climed on top of your boyfriend once again.

"It's great we have all this food, you know, we'll be hungry after" you said grabbing his semi hard cock in your hand.

Your boyfriend smirked. "Yeah, hungry after what?"

"My favourite dessert" you smiled innocently "You know I like to have it before lunch"

"Hit the jackpot with you" Nate said when you made your way down. You gave couple licks to his tip and then you were spreading cum all over his dick with your thumb.

"Mhm" you nodded, not lifting your face up. "So did I"

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[seraphinitegames]

So, we all know that N is very confident and smooth, and doesn’t get easily flustered, but I’m extremely curious— is there anything that does fluster them?

I mean, having the MC tell them that they loved N was very much a speechless moment for them, hehe! :D

But N's flustering usually comes less from a romantic aspect and more in the 'I don't want to lose this person, I can't lose this person so I'll smother them in overprotection' aspect, lol!

Hope that helps! Thank you so much for the ask :)

[werewolfsmile]

Yeehaw, have another product my hyperfixation!!

[watch it on youtube]

This was so much fun to make despite being a bit tedious at times. I hope you all get some enjoyment out of it like I did!

[shreyamistry]

“you’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” + “what did you expect?” for trystan x m!mc ❤️

Pairing: Trystan x M!MC

Prompt: “You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” + “What did you expect?”

Word Count: 2200+

Summary: Charlie finds himself drunk and alone at the Drunk Tank after the colossal disappoint of Trystan taking the throne. Drowning his sorrows, he’s found himself face to face with the problem— no his lover— no the reason for all of his problems. But Detective Rose always did have a soft spot under all his thorns.

A/N: I’ll be opening requests if anyone is interested!! 🩷 Rules and Prompts here!

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it! 🥺🫶🏻

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Shadows trickle over the Drunk Tank as early morning bar patrons drift from one bar to another in their attempts to recapture their lives, enjoy a night out with friends, or sulk in the pain of their alcoholism. Charlie Rose finds himself once more seven shots in, the soft rhythm of country music playing from the speakers making him almost frustrated by the optimism about love, life, and happiness. Bitterness eating away at the edges of his mental, he wanted peace from the thoughts that weighed down his soul.

So what? So what if Trystan picked the throne that betrayed him over him. So what if Trystan felt it was the right decision, he should’ve seen this coming a mile away. A pretty face and nice body is all Trystan was good for anyways. His detective work needed help, he was helpless, he weighed him down and made his life worse Charlie tried to reason with himself.

He breathes out heavily glancing at his phone that chimes insistently.

Ruby: Hi Charlie, I know you’re not okay. If you need anything please reach out. I feel like we're good friends now so I can say this and it is not weird. I care about you deeply. Luke and I will be here when or if you’re ready.

Marguerite: Charlie please come back to Drakovia. I can’t stand to see the way this is tearing you and my brother apart. You BELONG together. Please just let me know if you need help getting back into the country.

He laughs bitterly. Belongs together, my ass, he reads bitterly. He tosses his phone over his shoulder not wanting to waste his mental capacity reading mind numbing text he won’t reply to. He appreciates their concern, but he’s a lone wolf at the end of the day, he works, lives, and breathes on his own - he doesn’t need other people ruining his flow for no good reason. He doesn’t need a repeat of Trystan. He throws back a shot reaching for another bottle of whiskey, his current one having now been long downed.

He couldn’t care about the consequences or the stern talking to Tommy will give him in the morning. Tommy would understand, he rationalizes to himself, true or not. His chest felt like liquid fire, a burning sensation coating every muscle and fiber inside him. He downs the shot he just poured trying to rationalize in his head everything that happened tonight. A grimace passes his features, sucking down another shot. He couldn’t figure out how many he had at this point, one? Ten? Fifteen?

As he slams the shot glass against the table top he hears the creak of the door, instantly jumping to his feet pulling the taser from his waist hoisting it to aim at the shadow looking at him.

“Charlie?”

He softens for a split second hearing the tone of the shadow’s voice, his shoulders relaxing with comfort. He lowers the taser, his resolution toughening, squaring his shoulders. He clears his throat, setting the taser on the table, feeling nearly defiant or threatening towards one of the few men he’s ever truly loved. Love. He laughs to himself with a sigh shaking his head to himself. He falls into his chair ignoring Trystan’s presence, pouring himself another shot. He fills one of his empty shot glasses with a shot for his lover, the word once felt fulfilling and tantalizing now makes his chest feel devoid of emotion.

“Shot?” His voice was heavy with drunkenness.

“Sure,” He swallows heavily, his eyes traveling over Charlie’s form. He takes a moment to fall into the seat across from Charlie, drinking in the sight of his lover. His heart sinking deep into his chest, he feels it could fall out of his body as they speak. He forces a smile, the one that used to make Charlie melt and agree to whatever nonsense Trystan was about to rope him into. “You still look hot, jet lagged and all.”

“Ha.” Charlie replies sarcastically, “You look terrible.”

“Charlie…”

“Stop. Now.” Charlie brings his shot glass to his lips, his eyes intently staring at Trystan’s before swallowing down the drink with resentment. He coughs deep from within his chest, breathing out a deep breath before dropping the shot glass carelessly onto the table without much thought. He lets his head fall back with exhaustion, dragging in a deep breath before exhaling trying to calm himself down. “What are you doing here Trystan?”

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?” Trystan asks with care.

Charlie laughs. And laughs. And laughs. “What did you expect?”

“I don’t know.” He answers honestly, “You to stay in Drakovia with me.”

He snorts. “Give up my career for you to play king in a country that hates you, with family that betrays you and treats you like shit and not to mention tried to frame you for murder twice, for a crown you don’t even fucking want to wear. And that tried to poison me. Hard pass.”

“You don’t understand everything about me and my family, you of all people should know family is… difficult.” Trystan replies, he sighs resting his hand against his forehead. “I have an obligation to myself and to my country.”

“As if that’s ever stopped you before.” Charlie replies, “You ever stopped to care about your country the four years you ran away from home to prance around the world being an entitled dickwad?”

“It wasn’t like that and you know it, Charlie.” Trystan sighs, “I didn’t come here to fight with you.”

“You came here to beg me to come to Drakovia, it’s a wonderful country. You’ll love it. You can be a king with me. We can live happily ever after. Grow the fuck up Trystan. Happily ever after doesn’t fucking exist and you know it. You wasted your time coming here. Call Margurite, get your private jet ready, and go the fuck home.”

Trystan tries to hide the hurt that ripples across his features, his caring smile now a thin line of regret. He wanted to conclude that he shouldn’t have come. He knew Charlie wouldn’t give up the life he lives and he knew Charlie would be brutal; despite it all it’s one of the things he loves most about Charlie. He still can’t force himself to truly, fully regret coming. He wants more than anything to take away the hurt and pain in Charlie’s chest knowing he caused it and there would be no easy way to fix it between them.

He reaches out his hand taking Charlie’s, seeing a flash of pain and love crossing Charlie’s handsome features, making his heartache fiercely in his chest. His finger soothes back and forth against smooth skin, trying to lull him into calming down. Charlie fights to hold back tears, his body on the verge of shaking with sobs he refuses to let out of his bloodshot misty eyes watching Trystan cautiously.

Charlie fights himself to pull away from the comforting warmth of Trystan’s touch. He has flashbacks to the night he left, watching Trystan pull away and detach himself from him. The curves of his body and his firm abs under his fingers as he longingly tries to capture the feeling of heat rushing through his body. His heart burns in his chest, the ache that felt as horrendous earlier felt even worse now with the love of his life holding him. He wants to kiss his stupid face, hold him in his arms, deck him, cry, anything really. Anything to let out the feelings corrupting his brain, burying his heart in a pit of darkness.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” Trystan whispers, letting himself move closer to Charlie, remaining a safe distance away to not overwhelm his lover. His fingers tighten around Charlie’s hand to help him steady himself, watching the way his chest rises and falls. “I’m sorry too.”

“I just don’t understand why.” Charlie whispers. “We’re partners. We have a crew. A home. Our home. Our lives.”

Trystan’s heart shudders in his chest, thinking of his apartment building decked out memories of their time together. Their love and life. He moves to sit beside Charlie, reaching out with his free hand to cup his lover’s cheek with a sad smile. His fingers are warm against his skin, he wants to remember this feeling until he dies. The warmth that radiates off skin and the way that despite himself, Charlie still nuzzles against his hand like he always has.

“I love you, you know that. It’s not easy for me to let go of everything we made.”

“Love isn’t enough. I can’t move with you.” Charlie sighs. “I have Tommy. The team. A life here. A life that you promised to be in forever. It’s not fair of you to ask me to give up everything..and it’s even less fair of me to ask you to do the same.”

“We can move the crew to Drakovia, start it up here. And Tommy would love it here, we can get him a pub, decorate it the way he wants.” Trystan grins, his mind booming with ideas of a handful of American’s in a sea of Drakovia citizens. “It would be life changing for all of us.”

“No.” Charlie sighs shaking his head, “This building means something. You can’t just take the Drunk Tank to Drakovia for the fun of it. And our team has roots here, Mafalda has a family. Luke has family. Ruby does. It’s not that simple.”

Trystan shakes his head standing in front of Charlie, his hands cupping the detective’s cheeks forcing him to look him in the eyes. His finger dragging along Charlie’s lower lip, toying with his lips trying to force them upwards into a smile. Charlie can’t help the melting of his anger, his heart yearning to drop everything for Trystan knowing it's unfeasible. He casts his eyes downwards forcing himself to look away from the intensity of Trystan’s gaze.

“It’s that simple for us.” Trystan whispers, letting his face come closer to Charlie’s, feeling one another’s breath on each other’s cool skin in the air conditioned bar fighting off the New York heat. “Picking us is always easy. Come with me. Run away from this. Enjoy the finer things of life. We can make memories, have a family, and find ourselves. And have so much sex.”

They both laugh sadly at his words.

“I can’t leave my dad behind Trystan.”

“You’re not leaving him.” Trystan quickly replies, “We can solve it from Drakovia. And you can visit New York whenever you want. We have jets, money, and our entire lives to figure everything out.”

“I’m sorry.” He shakes his head no. His hands tightening around Trystan’s, the prince’s grip tightening back as tears fill his eyes. He knew deep down Charlie would say no, but everything inside him screamed that maybe he wouldn’t, that he’d give them a chance. He brings his lips to Charlie’s, taking his breath away as they both meld into one another. Hands moving to grip onto each other tighter, Trystan’s arms strongly bracing the both of them against the table.

Gasping for breath, Charlie breaks their heated kisses. He doesn’t want to stop. He wants to feel Trystan’s body against his fingertips and his lips until he dies. He wants the last thing he ever tastes to be the prince’s lips, the last smell he ever smells to be Trystan’s colonge. He draws his fingers down Trystan’s chest, his fingers brushing under the fabric of his signature black button up shirt, the buttons popping open with each movement. He moves his lips to Trystan’s chin, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin. Delighting in each moan that Trystan lets out.

His teeth nip sweetly at the prince’s pulse point, soothing over the skin with his tongue. His saliva warms against Trystan’s cool skin, his teeth prod and poke at the flesh, Trystan’s moans filling the bar with country music dancing in their ears.

“So this is it then?” Charlie whispers against his skin, almost too silent for the both of them to hear. His lips find purchase against Trystan’s collarbone making him moan out loudly, his hands tightening in Charlie’s hair. “We’re done then?”

“I guess so.” Trystan replies, breathing out heavily as the detective continues to pepper kisses against his skin. He wants to say more, his mind heavy with lust blinded by his desire and the hurt in his chest unable to fully form into words. He breathes out heavily as Charlie pulls away from him looking at him. Eyes that once burned with hatred, now overflow with love as they both hesitate to say anything to officially end it.

“I love you Trystan Throne.” He whispers softly. Charlie kisses him sweetly one last time on the lips, short and sweet. The feeling went away all too soon. “I’m sorry, but this is my home. And I can’t leave until I figure out what happened to my dad.”

“I understand. You can’t run away like I did.” He nods understandingly, “I love you Charlie Rose.”

He sighs heavily.

“Goodbye Trystan Thorne.”

“Goodbye Charlie Rose.”

Trystan takes one last glance at his lover before turning to leave the bar. His heart heavy in his chest, burning to soothe the ache. Leave his family and throne behind for the one man who ever loved him, saw him for who he was, believed in him, made him his partner. His whole world is sitting in this bar about to drink himself to death. He pushes open the door looking back to see Charlie one last time before accepting their fate. He hesitates… his hand holding the door finding Charlie’s eyes in the darkness, the both unable to move knowing they were each other’s forever.

Could they really let each other go?

Could he live with himself after walking out on another lover?

Could he find true happiness with a crown atop his head and his family breathing down his neck pulling him in every direction?

His hesitation grows. Looking at the door handle and Charlie. His lover or his obligations.

[nateconnolly]

Blackout Poem Made of Disability Benefits Applications and Denial Letters:

[Image ID: A blackout poem. The edges of the black are straight and rectilinear. I will indicate breaks in the line using the slash symbol /. Some of the excerpts include boxes where you could draw a check mark. I will indicate these by writing (box). The poem goes

Answer every question. / Please tell us if you want us to return them to you. / Select the heaviest weight lifted. / Using fingers to touch, / (Box) One hand (Box) Both hands / Using hands to seize, (Box) One hand (Box) Both hands / reduction / refusal / Termination / Penalty / You can give us more facts to add to your file. / You do not meet with the person who decides your case. / Notice of Decision — Unfavorable / Disabled worker’s name / Date given when disability began / Date of death. /end ID] 

The final three lines are from denial of benefits paperwork for workers who died before the end of the mandatory five month waiting period. How many of those deaths are connected to poverty? I don't know, but I can guess.

[vamphorica]

Because I hate being happy for more than two hours at a time, I've been considering to what extent Matt knew that Takada's kidnapping was a suicide mission.

I've been looking at this screenshot while I've been using it as a reference for a drawing and given that the poor boy is only designated sixty-nine seconds of screentime in the anime, I think it is interesting that there's a substantial pause on this specific frame. Matt is surrounded by Takada's bodyguards, unable to get out of the predicament he has found himself in. At this point, he believes there are two possible outcomes: he will either be arrested, or shot dead. You could interpret his expression here as apathetic, as that is how he tends to be characterised, but he sits in his car and looks out towards the row of headlights for about seven seconds. He considers his situation, acknowledging the number of men pointing their guns at him, and then he leaves his car.

The question is, did it occur to him then, or had he known beforehand, that his death was inevitable? Remember – Matt is one of a few characters in Death Note to be killed 'traditionally'. Should we take the Shinigami Eyes into consideration here, we have to assume that Matt is fated to die at this exact moment in time, regardless of circumstance. There is nothing that would have saved him from his demise that day.

However, I do wonder if, at nineteen years old, he is truly apathetic about his own life. I genuinely believe Mello sees his own death as an inevitable sacrifice, but I am not so convinced that Matt actually cares enough about defeating Kira to lay his life down for the cause alone. The manga suggests he leaves his car almost immediately upon being caught, and his final words, sadly, suggest a lack of foresight about the gravity of danger he is in.

Kira's world is not one in which justice prevails as Light envisioned, but rather it is an autocratic reign of terror. There is absolutely no chance in which Matt would be detained in a society in which death is considered the appropriate solution to crime. He is a Wammy's boy, but even if he had not have been associated with the House, Matt would have still been aware that his risk of death is heightened exponentially through his association with Mello alone.

In the anime, when Matt looks out the window of his car, we hear his inner monologue. Nonchalant, there is no fear to be heard in Drew Nelson's performance of the lines, and Matt's awareness of his impending death is presented as being limited. Is it an act? Or is Matt portrayed as lacking self awareness to such an extreme extent? Perhaps to 'justify' Matt's position as the third successor to L, Ohba felt the need to present Matt as ignoring the inevitable, but at least to me, this feels like it greatly undermines his intelligence. He may not be competing against Mello and Near, but that does not negate the fact he was still raised in the same institution that they were. All the children are freakishly smart, that is the whole point.

Did Mello propose the plan to kidnap Takada to Matt with the acknowledgement that they were both likely to be killed? Mello's final thoughts in the manga and anime are asking Matt for forgiveness, his death apparently unanticipated by the former, which feels like a failure in writing the deaths of these two in a manner that reflected who they were.

Matt is, by all accounts, a fandom project rather than a fully developed character within the Death Note canonical universe, but we are aware that Matt was created for Mello. I hardly expect Death Note to explore the intricacies of such themes in the series (particularly given, as much as I hate to admit it, Mello and Matt are not the main characters within the franchise). However, even with the rather minimal source material provided to us by both manga and anime, we are made aware that the two have a very unique relationship. They know each other intimately, and Matt does not fear Mello as many of the other characters in the series do.

Mello does not want Matt to die. He values Matt and while one could attribute the gratitude for him to the popular fan narrative that Matt is the one to look after Mello after the explosion, or indeed the idea that the two are in a relationship, their interactions with one another already set up their alliance as one that appears to transcend the regular boundaries of friendship. Again, I'm pulling a lot from fanon here, I know. Take it up with Ohba.

Narratively, if Mello has to die, so too does Matt. Ohba could not foresee this character that is so dependent on another to live beyond him. Yet I simply refuse to believe that Mello would have placed someone so important to him in a compromising position where the likelihood that he will be killed is almost certain. As much as I believe that Mello's final thoughts being directly addressed to the deceased Matt demonstrates an important ode to their relationship, I cannot understand how Mello would have been shocked to hear of Matt's death, given the risk.

We know Mello was fully aware that he was going to die that night. If he did not die, Near would have, and I think to Mello that would have been the greatest loss he could have suffered in their ongoing conflict. Regardless of whether you believe Mello cared about Near to any extent or not, I genuinely cannot imagine Mello would have been happy to succeed as L had it been attained through Near's 'sacrifice'. I am actually exploring an AU of this very idea in a fanfiction I intend to publish early next year, in case you're interested, haha.

This returns to the question as to when Matt realises he is not surviving this mission. Presumably Mello asked for his cooperation, and in doing so, he would have had to explain the plan to Matt which, quite frankly, reveals Mello's intent to die as soon as it is advantageous to do so. Given that Mello did not want Matt to be killed, did Mello reassure Matt that he had created the plan to guarantee his safety? Did Matt believe him? Was Mello deliberately vague, only telling Matt that he needed to set off the smoke gun, then hit the gas and get away from Takada's security team?

As far as I can tell, there is no reason as to why Mello would have been dishonest with Matt, explaining what he was planning to do and why. Perhaps he even suggested to Matt that he could find someone else to take on his position, given the danger he anticipated they would be in. Matt is, as I think the series makes clear, very loyal to Mello, and so I doubt such a proposal was even considered, but I think it is safe to assume that if Mello knew how this plan would end, so too would Matt, whether Mello explicitly told him or not. He would have figured it out.

When Matt and Mello part ways for the final time, not shown to us in either the manga or the anime, they both know that they are saying their last goodbye to one another. I think Mello hopes that Matt will survive somehow, experience a Kira-free world and move on with his life, but I believe Matt knows, well before he got caught, that there is no escape from the inevitability of his death.

Maybe, when he steps out of the car, confronted by the 'big guns', he holds out a little faith that at least he might see Mello again soon.

[scarletttries]

Nathan Caine (Novocaine) Relationship Headcanons

Pairing: Nathan Caine (Novocaine) x Reader

Author's note: This is completely self-indulgent but I watched Novocaine in the cinema last night and I am feeling extremely normal about Jack Quaid's character, so here we are. 1.7k words of headcanons no-one asked for but me🥰

SFW

- Nathan Caine is a textbook case of falling first and falling harder. From the moment he saw you enter the bank he was sure his life was about to change for the better all because of you. He'd practically trip himself up dashing out of his office to come and help you, hanging on your every word and wondering how someone like you could even exist in the same universe as him. He'd spend your whole conversation so completely captivated by the pure light you seem to radiate that he almost misses it when you ask if you can buy him a coffee sometime.

- You'd have to make every first move when it comes to Novocaine. He is so awestruck by your beauty and kindness, and so blindsided by your interest in him that he considers it completely out of the question that you'd want him to act on the feelings he can't suppress as they well up inside him. Lead the conversation as you sip iced coffee, listening patiently as he opens up about his difficult childhood and how he manages his condition, showing an interest in him for more than just the things he thinks define him, and watch as slowly the walls around him tumble down undefended.

- He's 100% the kind of guy to consider you his girlfriend ridiculously quickly. From the first day he knows his heart belongs entirely to you and even if he's not quite brave enough to tell you that straight away, you'll never doubt his devotion in the way he makes your relationship the centre of his whole universe. He wants to share every part of his life with you; his home, his books, his games and the best friend he made through them; by this point Roscoe has heard all about you and was starting to question if you really existed based on how often Nathan describes you as perfect. Novocaine wants to share in every aspect of your life too, going out of his way to read up on your favourite things and begging you to take him to all your favourite places. He'll adore meeting your friends as well, who would all be obsessed with how in love with you he clearly is. You make his safe little world that much wider and brighter just by being in it.

- He'll probably want to play it pretty safe on dates with you, preferring to spend a night cuddled up at home together or in a quiet cafe, rather than hitting the club or doing some adventurous physical activity together. He'll bravely accompany you to your favourite restaurants to cautiously try your favourite dishes, getting a rush of confidence in the way you smile proudly at him with every challenging boundary he pushes past. He can feel himself getting bolder and happier with every minute the two of you spend together, becoming the kind of man he always wanted to be but didn't believe enough in himself to work towards, until you came along.

- Definitely the kind of boyfriend that never stops texting and calling you. He's so used to having to monitor himself so carefully that it's second nature for him to wish you a good morning, to check you're having a good day, that you're drinking enough water, if you want him to pick up dinner on the way home. He likes to call you from his little office whenever something interesting happens at the bank; really you're the first person he wants to tell whenever anything happens to him at all. And when he hears you laugh down the phone at whatever story or joke he's telling you today, he's sure it's the prettiest sound he's ever heard.

- It's very unnatural for Nathan to let himself be vulnerable, his painless existence making him feel like he needs to protect himself in other ways. When he realises you can be that feeling of safety he's been chasing his whole life, well then you're going to get his every thought and memory, and you'll need to hold him through the tears when it all just becomes a bit much. When the roles are reversed, he loves being the one to take care of you. Whether you're feeling down or you're hurt or sick, he's any expert in looking after a broken heart as much as he is looking after an injury. He'll know exactly when to crack a joke, when to just listen and agree that everything sucks, and when to pull out a first aid kit. He feels so proud to be the person you go to when things get tough, and he wants you to know he'll never stop being there for you.

- King of compliments. He cannot get enough of being able to tell you each adoring thought as it pops into his head, and I promise he cannot believe his luck whenever you catch him off guard with your beauty (which is constantly). He feels so proud walking hand in hand with you wherever the two of you go. He gets a little jealous and insecure when the two of you are out together, so please make sure to reassure him by leaning in for a kiss whenever someone looks at you for a little too long, and if you can basically spend the night sat on his lap he's going to be extremely grateful. Having you so close has his heart racing in a way he didn't know if he'd ever been able to experience, and he doesn't want to lose that precious feeling for even a second.

- So touch-starved. Sweet Novocaine wasn't sure how much of anything he could feel for a long time so didn't bother trying to pursue love and affection until he met you and realised he's not sure he could live without it anymore. The first time you take his hand he's sure it's the most sensitive his skin has ever been, and when you lean in for that first gentle kiss he's not sure anything has ever tasted as sweet. Now he can't get enough of pulling you onto his lap every time you two are back at his place, letting his hands stroke over the curves of your hips and thighs as you admire the artwork sketched across his skin.

- He will be the first one to say 'I love you'. He'd be so sure of that feeling so early on in the relationship that he knows he can't blurt it out yet, but every time he sees he walking over to him wearing that warm, sunny smile just for him, he has to physically press his lips together to stop the three little words tumbling out. Eventually it would slip out without him realising, first thing in the morning or right before bed when his brains half switched off. He'd immediately start to panic until he saw the pure affection in your gaze, your lips landing against his before he can start tripping over his words to justify them. It doesn't matter if you say it back then and there, or a year later, as long as you're happy to be loved by him, he's happy to wait for that feeling to be returned. Just know that when you do one day tell him that you love him too, he's going to be an absolute mess. He'll be in tears one second and dancing around the room the next, completely overwhelmed by just how much you can make him feel after so long of not feeling anything at all.

NSFW

- You need to understand that before you came along, Nathan Caine wasn't even sure he could feel that much pleasure. So the first time you straddle his lap and let your lips roam along his jaw and down his neck, his brain is all but short-circuiting. Suddenly he's rendered unable to speak, just nodding through half-lidded eyes when you ask if he likes how it feels.

- Slide his shirt off and let your fingertips trace the beautiful artwork along his skin and you'll earn sweet soft moans from the usually awkward man, too caught up in the euphoria of your touch to be worried about holding himself back.

- Every inch of skin you reveal from under your own clothes will have his wide eyes raking over your body as compliments fall from his lips. He's completely entranced by how beautiful you are, his hands trembling as he takes hold of you so he can make sure he keeps you close. He'll press tentative kisses to the spots he can reach, watching for your content reaction before feeling emboldened to kiss you again and again.

- Sweet Nathan would be beyond overwhelmed when you finally guided him inside you, watching carefully for the way his face would twist in sheer bliss at the soft sensation of the two of you being so close. It's hard for him to keep a handle on himself when you feel this incredible, gazing up at you with big pleading eyes to never stop making him feel this good. Slowly lift yourself up before sinking down on him again and feel his hips buck underneath you in desperate search of that perfect feeling. It won't take long for him to be whimpering and sighing underneath you, clinging to any part of you he feels brave enough to touch.

- He wants to make you feel as good as you make him feel, and he is more than willing to put in the effort. His jaw will never ache when he's going down on you, and his hand will never get tired when it slides between your thighs. He's so happy to finally feel so much with you that he finds himself thinking more and more about the next time you're going to be coming for a sleepover, quickly suggesting you just take up permanent residence at his place so he can wake up next to you every morning.

- Novocaine used to find showering stressful in case he was a little too rough with himself without realising. Now when you stand under the stream of warm water with him, taking the time to gentle comb shampoo through his curls and slide your soapy hands over his skin, it becomes his favourite part of the day. He can't stop kissing you, even through he's constantly fighting back a smile at just how happy his new life with you makes him.

[throatgoat4u]

introducing...

streetcar racer!matt... 21. been racing since he was 18. sorta cocky. quieter than most. lurker. calls his car the batmobile. one of the best drivers there is. has an obsession with his mechanic. best drifts in the game. always lookin fly. all black bmw m8 competition. nightshift. rival gang with the afterburners. secret softie. mr. wrinkleton is secretly with him in the passenger seat (obviously with his seatbelt on) at every race.

best paired with... mechanic!reader

a/n: the big au is a streetcar racer au!!! i'm very excited for this one, hope you guys are too. this au will include matt, chris, nick, my own oc, and nate. mechanic!reader is probably going to be posted tomorrow or sometime this week since i'm a little busy cause i have two big tests coming up (both for my fuck ass ap classes. im gonna go cry now). if anyone else wants to be added on the taglist, let me know!

taglist: @snoopychris. @oopsiedaisydeer. @freshloveee. @evansturn. @izzylovesmatt. @sturns-mermaid. @adoreechxmpion. @desreads. @amterasuu. @pair-of-pantaloons. @rinnsgalaxy. @mr-wrinkleton. @courta13. @theyluvivi. @levidazai.

thank you @issysh3ll for the dividers!

ALSO! i’m not the first person to do a racer!matt au and @endereies did an amazing racer!matt au called ride or die that you guys should check out!

toodles {lovers} ♡︎

© throatgoat4u

[numbuh424]

you and me both (Next in Line AU)

Rated G | 4,320 words | read on AO3

Light Yagami misses the notebook by minutes, allowing him to lead a normal life and eventually succeed his father as Chief of the NPA. Following the sudden disappearance of the first L, Near is rushed into taking up the mantle and continuing his work before the world notices. When a series of murders takes the world by storm, Chief Yagami discovers the truth behind a situation that has been developing in the background of his life for well over ten years. Together with L, they assemble the pieces of a case left behind by their predecessors.

Day 2 of @dnrarepairweek | Prompt: SUCCESSORS

A snippet of my upcoming AU, "Next in Line".

[literaryslapshot]

omg okay i need a little natemack size kink 🙏🏻🙏🏻

hi using prompt 15/16 from this list hehehehe

"no ma'am, eyes open. keep lookin' baby," you're both on your knees in front of the large mirror in the closet, both of his hands taking up so much space on your abdomen. he keeps thrusting into you slowly, his head dipping down to press sloppy kisses on your neck.

"look at how i'm messin' you up, fuckin' you dumb." your hands stay on top of his while you clench your cunt at his words. he's right, because with every thrust, every kiss, every lick he's making your eyes roll back. but when he catches your eyes closed he snaps his hips harshly making you open them.

"say it, i wanna hear you say it baby," but you can't even think. can't even form words, all you can say is yes yes yes. "not gonna let you cum until you say it."

"fuck-" you spit out, feeling his fingers trail down and his middle and index finger trap your clit and start rubbing circles around it. "you fuck me so good," you breathe out, keeping eye contact through the mirror, "you're so big. i love it."

he smirks, picking up his pace and assaulting your clit. you feel it now, your entire body tingling and you feel like you'll explode any minute. "atta girl," he whispers in your ear, licking a strip down your neck and biting just a little bit around your collar bone.

you come undone right underneath him, his body weight pressing you into the carpet where he fucks you through your orgasm. he rolls off of you, flipping you over and spreading your legs. he licks up the mess you made in between your thighs, then kissing a trail up your stomach.

"you amaze me."