#Blair and Nate

[senamarais]

My Favourite Screenshots from Gossip Girl: Season Two, Part 1.

[in-my-zone]

Blair and Nate in another universe

[vanderwoodlings]

blairenate hc's?

Okay well 1) read and it’s ever present everywhere by @strideofpride

2) Blair and Serena know each other before they know Nate. For like ten minutes. Neither of them remember this, but he always does—the two of them sitting together has been photocopied over and over through his memory until the image of it has faded away and all is left is the fact. Maybe they weren’t even sitting. Maybe they were outside. He doesn’t know

The thing about having two hot best friends and being bisexual is that there’s a natural conclusion to draw here. One would think Serena avoided the “I just saw Blair and Nate kissing and I don’t know how to feel about how I felt about it” fueled crisis but the truth is she had so many other crises running at the same time that her efforts to make sure no one noticed didn’t even have to be good to work

Nate and Serena are both… they’re both genuinely nice, if not genuinely good at all times. Blair picked them because of that, because back when they were little, Serena was the sun around which their kindergarten turned and Nate was still blond enough to be all the stars trailing after her. Sometimes she regrets latching onto them

Blair used to read Nate poetry, back in middle school—it started with an English assignment that just wouldn’t even out in front of his eyes, that he needed to memorize but he couldn’t get the words right in the first place, and she’d picked it up and asked if his ears were still functioning. Love poetry, sometimes, which still makes him laugh at how oblivious he was, and a lot of stuff he thought was stupid, but there are reams of it locked away in his head that still play back sometimes. You do not have to walk on your knees, he tells himself a lot, and it sounds like her

Serena and Nate would practice out on the school fields together, after everyone else went home, Eric and Blair sitting together on the bleachers. Neither of them (none of them) wanted to go home, Nate to too much and Serena to too little. So they’d do drills that carried over despite the rule changes between girls and boys lacrosse, and judge each other’s form, and run sprints until they were dripping with sweat and the sun was going down. Sometimes, on the really bad days, Serena would tell Nate she was coming to his place, and he’d nod and smile and pretend she was doing him a favor and not the other way around, and she would love him so fiercely it ached

Blair has never been able to explain exactly what it is Serena means to her. She says best friend and she means it but there’s a million other things there, ones she doesn’t know how to put to words when her (adult, post-college, post-everything) friends raise their eyebrows and give her those half-pitying looks that say they wonder why she does all of this. She thinks of Serena waiting for her, coming back for her, the never-still center of the universe seeking out Blair’s hand to hold her up, and she figures the least she can do is the same

[theoversky]

Married Nate and Blair by AI

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[snowvies]

Mr. Badgley

Penn Badgley x Fem!Reader

summary: you can't stop thinking about your married piano teacher, Mr. Badgley. and one day he slides under the instrument to show you how much he's been thinking about you too.

wc: 1k

cw: age gap (reader 19, Penn late thirties), cheating, piano teacher x student, pussy eating, fingering, female masturbation

Sundays are your favorite days, especially ones like this when the clouds hang low with a murky swirl in the sky. You're nineteen, and college is kicking your ass but you promised yourself you wouldn't think about the papers due when you're here, at Mr. Badgley's house.

You found his ad on craigslist, piano lessons..fifty bucks an hour you would've scrolled past it until you saw him, and his family. You felt safer in a random man's house when his wife and newborn baby were in the same room with you. So you started going there, ever since your freshman year.

Your raggedy car rolllsss to stop and you get out to see the lonely house, picked apart to be perfect, not a single thing out of place... except yourself.

His wife answers the door a few minutes after knocking, the cold biting your bare legs as you run in for warmth, completely missing her scowl at your lack of kicking the mat with your dirty boots.

Mr. Badgley offers you a warm smile, hair combed perfectly, sweater ironed and pants straight like every weekend. His eyes always look a little empty when you come. His wife jingles her keys around her finger as she readjusts the baby on her hip

"I'm going out, be done when I'm home" the same line. Every week. You smile her way but she doesn't pay mind to it, leaving you and her husband to play. you turn to Mr. Badgley but he's already walking to the connecting living room of the tiny house, sitting on the worn bench as he slides the fallboard up.

You sit next to him as he wears an excited smile, when he's like this, playing with you, it doesn't seem orchestrated by his wife. Every move he makes is analyzed by her, except this. The only reason he's allowed to do this is because they needed the extra money.

"Let's start where we left off last week, yes?" he asked and you nodded, you inhaled the mixture of musk and old books that surrounded the pianist as he began the background cords. his eyes are on you, they shine as his spine relaxes into the music and you begin your part. fingers dancing over keys as you try to remember the pattern

Your eyes squeezed shut once you messed the keys up. He smiles softly and lets a laugh out of his nose at your reaction

"Like this," his larger palm rests on top of yours as he guides your fingers, you nod and try again.

Soon enough an hour passes and you both rise from the bench and you dig into your purse for the fifty bucks you crumpled into it this morning, but, warm hands slide on top of your shoulder and the older man shakes his head.

"No need" he grins and tries to send you off but you insist, grabbing the money but he pushes you out the door.

"I will not have you pay for something that I enjoy just as much, Y/n, have a lovely week" The door softly shuts and you're left stunned.

.

You roll around your dorm bed, restless as the man's words keep ringing in your head. Why didn't he let you pay?

Maybe you're being dramatic. But it isn't like the Badgleys are set either.

You shut your eyes in a huff, suffocating yourself in the pillow under you as you replay the keys in an attempt to lull you asleep

But it isn't just the keys you're thinking about...

It's how his hand guided yours, it's how he looked at you when it was your part to play, it's his scent, it's his being. It's driving you mad.

You arch your back slowly, fingers sliding down your body until you get to your aching core. slick-filled fingers rubbing yourself at the thought of your teacher's hands touching you, grabbing you, loving you.

You moan into the pillow, legs shaking as you cream around your fingers, the thought of him drives you wild.

So just how will you act the next time you see him?

.

Before you know it, it's Sunday and you're back at the Badgleys, with his wife announcing her departure and the formal greetings of you and your teacher, you're back at that bench, side by side.

He starts the cords, and you follow trying to calm your shaking legs as you think about what fueled you that night. You couldn't even look him in the eyes this session.

His hand softly squeezes your bare thigh and you look back at the man.

"You're completely off" he informs you and you don't think your face could get redder.

"I-I'm so sorry...let's try again" you panic but his thumb rubs loving circles on your flesh.

"You usually think the world ends when you mess up, but you kept playing this time, you're mind is somewhere else Ms. Y/n."

"Sorry Mr. Badgley" you murmur

"Talk to me, get it off your chest so we can get back to playing" he smiles and you nod slowly

"...Why didn't you let me pay last time?" you ask, he stops for a moment as the hand on your thigh now rests on his face as he thinks for a moment.

"I just feel like, something so pleasurable shouldn't be bought," he says above a whisper and you feel your entire face glow, and he must have noticed with how he laughs.

"Not those pleasures, Ms. Y/n" he smiles and you don't think you've ever been so embarrassed. But when his laughter stops, his eyes swirl softly into something darker, in that moment you feel exposed to every thought as he eyes you.

He stands, hands finding your shoulders

"Keep playing"

You take a shaky breath as your thighs begin to shake once more, fingers finding the keys as you start the song

"Good," he whispers, his scents overwhelming you now as you feel almost dizzy while playing, you barely notice how he slips under the piano.

"Mr. Badgley, what are you doing?" you gasp as his dark brown eyes gaze up at you

"Keep.playing" he says sternly, and with a swallow, you keep going

He kisses your knees and you feel yourself sticking to your panties as he spreads them apart.

He has a wife. He has a kid. What are you doing?

"You're doing great" he huffs, kissing your thighs, you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment as his fingers dance up to your panties.

He pulls them down slowly, your wetness sticking to the fabric before they are lost in his pockets

Your bare pussy is in front of your teacher's face as he rubs up and down your thighs taking a shaky breath in

You slam the keys as his tongue licks up your pussy, he moans into you before forcing you to scoot closer into his face, his hands wrapping around your ass as he slurps and moans at your cunt.

"Mr.- fuck" you cry, hands climbing to try and stop your moans as your hips buck up to hump his face

"You taste so so good" he groans, making out with your pussy as he sucks at your clit just to tongue fuck your hole

Hot tears flow down your face as he stares up at you, watching you come undone for him.

You shake around him, orgasm approaching closer with every lick, he sucks on your slit before adding a long finger to your hole. You throw your head back as he fingers you, flicking his tongue relentlessly as his finger curls inside you.

You feel him whine and moan against your pussy, and when you look down you see him gripping and grabbing at his hard-on as he eats you out. You cry as that sends you over and you cum around his finger

You're panting as he curls his fingers a few more times before shoving it into his mouth and licking you clean, you're shaking and wide-eyed as hair sticks to your face and he crawls out from under the piano

Right, weren't you two supposed to be playing right now? Isn't his wife about to be home and he's sucking his fingers because they still taste like you?

He helps you off the bench and you stare into the stained cushion but he turns your chin to him before kissing you deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue before breaking it off with a simple

"My wife is on her way...see you in our next session Ms. Y/n"

And you can't wait for next Sunday.

an: lmk how obvious it is idk anything about pianos. This is based on a dream I had last night 😵‍💫🖤 I hope you liked it <333

[sukunasbow]

sweet like sugar, nate archibald.

summary: in which you come home to find a certain someone waiting in your bedroom for you.

warnings: fem!waldorf!reader, sort of sugar daddy/baby dynamic, oral, not yet proof read!

notes: this is overly long so i cut the smut short and lame, sorry bbies!!

Walking out of the elevator and into your house, you’re shocked and slightly concerned when you’re met with the sight of Chuck Bass sitting in your living room. “Ew, Kill me now.” You groan.

Your words catch his attention and he turns in the couch to face you, “Lovely to see you too.” He gives you his classic smirk, immediately creeping you out.

“Why are you here?” You roll your eyes as you walk through the foyer and towards him, your shoes clicking on the floor. “Well?” You raise an eyebrow, placing your small handbag on the coffee table in front of the man.

“I’m here for your sister. She’s upstairs, we’re leaving for a dinner party.” Chuck explains, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Is that an issue?” He then questions you.

You don’t respond for a moment, staring him down, a cruel look on your face. “Yeah, actually, it is an issue.”

“You have a lot of nerve, you know that?” Chuck shakes his head, trying to intimidate you by stepping closer, “Talking down on me and acting all high and mighty as if I’m unaware of you and Nate’s dirty secret. Actually, speaking of Nate and that, uh, secret..If I were you I’d go upstairs and check out your bedroom.” He whispers, but quickly backs away and exits the living room when Blair starts coming down the stairs.

“What’s going on here?” Blair stands next to Chuck and the two of them look back at you.

“Oh, nothing. Just some banter, your sister seems to be..” Blair’s boyfriend puts on his strange checkered coat, “Not super fond of me.”

Blair glares at you, turning around and grabbing Chuck’s hand, taking him with her, not before he can get a small laugh at your expression, though. The pair enter the elevator, exiting the house and going on their date.

You, however, slowly make your way up the spiral staircase, walking towards your bedroom, Chuck’s comment from earlier stuck in your head. You’re not necessarily ashamed of the supposed secret arrangement between you and Nate. By definition, you’d be considered his ‘sugar baby’ but the two of you don’t view it that way. You’ve been friends with him since childhood, and as you got older, you started feeling attracted to him. Eventually, you both figured out the fact that you felt the same way, and things got physical since. You never wanted to put a label on it and every time he came over to your place, he’d bring you gifts or something you previously mentioned wanting. Now, it’s become a tradition. You fuck him and he gives you whatever you desire.

You gently push your door open, a shocked look on your face when you find Nate sitting on the edge of your bed, your room decorated with candles and white Christmas lights. “What is all of this?” You grin, looking in the corner on the room to find a fake Christmas tree, piles of gifts underneath it.

“Merry, early, Christmas.” Nate laughs, standing up from the bed and walking towards you.

“You’re so unbelievable!” You cover your mouth, “Nate, is this all for me?” You point at the neatly wrapped presents under the tree.

He nods, “Yeah. Chuck helped me set it all up.”

“I can’t accept all of this, Nate.” You shake your head, you back away from him, a guilty look creeping onto your face.

“Of course you can, I want you too. Besides, if you don’t, it’ll go to waste.” He insists, sitting back down on the bed, motioning for you to sit next to him.

“Okay..” You sigh, taking a seat next to him. “I guess I should get you something nice then, hm?” You look at him.

“Only if you want to get me something.”

“Of course I do, Nate.”

For a moment, you both sit in silence, unsure of what to do. Deciding to speak up, you turn your body so you’re fully facing him. “I can give you a present now if you want one.” Your tone is soft but seductive.

“Oh, really?” He holds back his smile, moving his hand up your tights and under your skirt, massaging your thigh.

“Hey, I’m the one giving you a present.” You scoff, “You’ve given me enough.” You move his hand away from your body, this time you push him back on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. Slowly, you part the fabric, kissing down his abs, then hovering your mouth just above his v line. “Hmm” You hum, lifting your hand towards the bulge peaking through his pants.

“Fuckkk.” He groans, tossing his bed back as you palm his dick over the pants. “Please, baby.”

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Come on.” He starts getting desperate and increasingly needy.

You bite your lip, deciding to answer his pleas. You slide his pants off and toss them on the bed, then very slowly taking off his boxers, teasing him as much as possible.

“(Y/N).” He huffs.

“Fine, fine.” You let out a small laugh, feeling content with yourself. Instead, you wrap your hands around his dick, starting to jerk him off while you work on taking the rest of him in your mouth.

“Holy shit.” He moans, his eyes rolling back as you continue to take your time and slowly suck his cock, occasionally stopping and licking his tip, trying to prolong his pleasure, considering everything he does for you. Nate gently takes a fistful of your hair and helps bob your head in a rhythm, getting you to take all his dick. “That feels so good.” He breathes out. You pick up the speed, sending him over the edge. “I’m gonna—” He starts but quickly stops when you move your hands and completely take him in, his jaw opening and his eyes closing as he fills your mouth with his cum. You sit up swallow, then kissing him, letting him taste the remains of his juices on your lips.

[gsspgrls]

GOSSIP GIRL - SE 01, EP 06 "The Handmaiden's Tale"

[elseishollow]

✶┈ SWEET NOTHING — NATE ARCHIBALD.

pairings; nate archibald x fem!reader

synopsis: taking care of a very drunk nate. that’s it. also fluff.

warnings: alcohol consumption.

You sighed as Nate stumbled into your apartment, his steps unsteady and his words slurred. He looked like a lost puppy, his usually sharp features softened by the haze of alcohol. "Nate, come on, let's get you to bed," you said, guiding him towards the couch. He plopped down onto the cushions with a heavy thud, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. "You're so pretty," he slurred, his words barely intelligible.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "Thanks, Nate. Now, lie down and try to get some rest." Nate let out a dramatic sigh, flopping back against the pillows. "But I'd feel better if you kissed me," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Don't," you warned, trying to suppress a smile as you tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. He pouted playfully, reaching out to grab your hand. "Come on, just one little kiss. It'll make me feel better, I promise."

"Nate, walk in a straight line," you teased, gently pushing his hand away. "And maybe I'll consider it." He let out a dramatic groan, throwing his arm over his eyes. "You're so cruel to me" he whined, his words muffled by the fabric of his sleeve. "Only because I care," you retorted, shaking your head in amusement as you reached for a nearby blanket to drape over him. Nate let out a contented sigh, his features softening as he nestled further into the cushions. "You're too good to me," he murmured, his words slurring slightly as he closed his eyes.

A fond smile tugged at your lips as you watched him, feeling a swell of affection in your chest. "And you're a handful," you replied, unable to resist teasing him even in moments like these.

He cracked one eye open to peer up at you, his gaze filled with drunken adoration. "I’m aware," he said, his voice softening as he gazed up at you. "That's why I love you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a mixture of surprise and warmth flooding through you. "Nate..." you started, unsure of how to respond to his confession.

But before you could gather your thoughts, Nate's expression shifted, his eyes widening in realization. "Wait, I have a song stuck in my head," he announced, sitting up abruptly.

Before you could react, he started singing at the top of his lungs, his voice loud and off-key. You quickly clapped a hand over his mouth, stifling your laughter. "Shh!," you whispered urgently, glancing around the room. "What?!" Nate exclaimed defensively, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“I have neighbors that are sleeping!" you whisper-shouted. Nate rolled his eyes dramatically, his lips parting to retort, but you shot him a stern look, silencing any further protests. As he settled back against the cushions, he muttered under his breath, "Well, aren't we the neighborhood watch?"

With a desperate sigh, you pleaded, "Nate, please go to sleep," your voice laced with a mixture of exasperation.

With a defensive raise of his hands and a shrill voice, Nate let out a low chuckle, his eyes still closed, a tired smile gracing his lips. "I am," he replied with exaggerated flair, his words barely audible over his own amusement before being knocked out cold. His soft snores filled the room, ruffled hair framing his face—leaving you to ponder, “what am I to do with you?”

notes; no idea where this was going but the small amount of nate fics out there is an abomination.

[a-aexotic]

𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡, gossip girl.

౨ৎ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | three best friends, a boyfriend and gossip blog page. what's the worst could happen?

y/n winfrey was the resident IT girl of the upper-east side, alongside her friends serena and blair. but underneath all that glamour, popularity and luxury, is just a girl who misses how it was.

౨ৎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | nate archibald x fem!reader, platonic!serena van der woodsen x fem!reader, platonic!blair waldorf x fem!reader

౨ৎ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(s) | best friends to strangers to friends to lovers. this is a fanfiction for nate, but there is also subplots with reader, blair and serena. canon gossip girl stuff like drama, underage drinking/drug usage, DRAMA, mentions of SA, family issues, oh did i mention drama?

౨ৎ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | okay so, i'm rewatching gossip girl and i fell back in love with nate (pretty boy) archibald. but i also realized how much of a SLUT!! he is, like genuinely, he wants everyone (and their moms). but anyway, this is very much canon gossip girl but i'm changing the plot as it goes on HAHAH.

i also don't know how much i'll write, i may just write for season 1 and then stop, not sure yet. guess we'll figure out as we go. let me know your thoughts, inbox is ALWAYS open for anything! kk, love ya guys

original characters.

prologue

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

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[senamarais]

My Favourite Screenshots from Gossip Girl: Season Five, Part 2.

[sarccaios]

blair waldorf: carrd.| only elegant aesthetic.

like/reblog if you save. @sarccaios

[vanderwoodlings]

Nate and euphoria, over the years.

(trans!nate, 1029 words, minor natessa)

[nostalgicninjas]

Jenny Humphrey Outfits: Season 3 Part 2 | Part 1

[tvshowscouples]

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[aprill-99]

“Look, I’d offer you moral support, but my morals are barley even supporting me at this point sooooo…… is there anybody I could like, help you plot against instead? Or hey! I’m plotting against some people now, you could help! You might find having a goal really stabilizing!”