#nate archibald

[potpourri-of-ecclecticism]

NATE ARCHIBALD ↳ Gossip Girl (2007-2012) | 1.01 "Pilot" dir. Mark Piznarskin

[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

[herlipsglossed]

gossip girl x tvd 🙊🙊🛍️💸🤑🧛‍♀️

[lesbianrobin]

Gossip Girl 2.06 | "New Haven Can Wait"

[bloody-cupcakes]

Serena van der Woodsen who uses her status to get you into every party you could ever possibly want.

Blair Waldorf who protects you from Vanessa, Jenny, Georgina- anyone and everyone who could potentially be seen as a threat to you.

Nate Archibald who's always there for you if you ever need anything, whether that be a shoulder to cry on or just a friend.

Chuck Bass who lavishes you with the most expensive gifts possible, ones that he knows nobody else would ever be able to afford.

The Non-Judging Breakfast Club loving you and obsessing over you and needing you to be theirs and theirs alone, regardless of whether you want to be or not. After all, you're not the one who gets to make the decisions here, they do.

[andthatscanon]

incorrect gossip girl quotes

[alicelairds]

i'm right, btw (inspo)

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Can you do “do any of the clothes you’re wearing belong to you?!” from the poly prompts with the reader and non judging breakfast club ?

sure thing! thanks for the poly njbc request btw <3

(original prompt list can be found here btw in case y'all wanna request something)

Sharing Is Caring (poly Non-Judging Breakfast Club x gn reader)

Warnings: makeout session between the reader and Chuck, offscreen sex/implied smut, hickeys mentioned, fluff other than that

It wasn't always easy being in a polycule, especially one with four of the most well-known Upper East Siders there ever were, but if there was one perk to the chaos of it all it was you never had to worry about running out of clothing.

Take now, for example. You couldn't find any of your own clothes, so naturally you just scouted around the shared penthouse for something, anything to wear before heading out for the day. You were meeting Dan for coffee and didn't want to end up being late.

After what seemed like forever, you were finally able to get together enough articles of clothing to make an outfit, and with that you were off, not bothering to check who the clothes belonged to before leaving. You were sure your partners wouldn't mind if you borrowed their stuff. They never did, because to them it was just further proof you were theirs.

"Hey," you greeted Dan in a slightly breathless voice, having rushed out of the penthouse to the coffee shop so you'd make it on time. "Sorry, my alarm didn't go off. What's up?"

"Well, I see the maid forgot to get your laundry done this morning," he quipped dryly while his eyes flickered along your form, noting the mismatched clothing. Nate's pants, Blair's shirt, Serena's scarf, Chuck's jacket... "As a matter of fact, do any of the clothes you're wearing belong to you?"

"Haha, Dan. Very funny." You rolled your eyes lightheartedly at the question, though you took the moment to glance down at your outfit before realizing he was right. "Um... my underwear is mine, I think. Maybe, I don't know. I didn't really check before putting clothes on."

"Ew," he responded as his nose wrinkled up in disgust. "That was a little bit more information than I needed to know."

"Hey, you asked. I was just answering your question," you gave a casual, unbothered shrug as you replied.

"Whatever. I didn't meet up with you so I could talk about whether the underwear you have on is yours or not," he said before changing the subject to something else. The two of you chatted for a good hour or so, starting to walk down the streets together after getting your coffee. You were just about to point out the time when a limo pulled up alongside the sidewalk. It didn't take a genius to realize who it belonged to.

Dan rolled his eyes while muttering something about unnecessary wealth, which you just ignored. The window to the backseat rolled down, revealing none other than Chuck. "I was in the area and figured you may need a ride given how cold it is," he spoke in that smooth baritone of his before you could ask what he was doing there.

This time it was your turn to roll your eyes. As if he didn't already know about you meeting up with Dan from Serena. You knew you couldn't trust her to keep her mouth shut. "Oh, I'm sure you were just 'in the area'," you said as he got out, holding the door open for you while shooting Dan a smug look that said "I get to have more time with them than you do".

"I guess I'll just catch up with you later, then," Dan grumbled as he watched you disappear into the back of the limo, clearly not too pleased about his meet-up with you getting cut short.

"Bye, Dan," you called out once Chuck got back in and the limo started to pull away, putting the window back up so the car wouldn't be affected by the cold chill in the air. You spoke again after a moment or so. "We need to stop by the penthouse before lunch so I can change."

"Why do you need to change? I think you look absolutely delectable in what you're wearing," Chuck purred out as his eyes flickered hungrily up and down your body where you sat in the backseat, taking in your choice of clothing.

"Nothing that I'm wearing is mine, Chuck. None of it matches, either," you began, your next sentence getting cut off by a squeal of surprise as he pulled you into his lap.

"You don't need to change. You look fine," he insisted as his hands held onto your hips, keeping you in his lap as he pulled you in for a needy kiss. "Besides, I'm sure the others would agree with me."

"Blair wouldn't. She'd think I look like an unorganized mess," you pointed out between kisses, instinctively tilting your head to the side as he started to trail his mouth down your jaw to your neck.

"Well, she's just going to have to deal with it, because we're not stopping." Chuck was a man of his word. Rather than taking you back to the penthouse so you could get changed, he took you in the backseat instead before you met with the rest of your partners for lunch.

Ever the gentleman, he opened the door for you once you got there and wrapped an arm snugly around your waist so your legs wouldn't give out, knowing how weak they currently were from your earlier activities. You were just happy the scarf you had on was hiding the fresh hickeys on your neck.

Everyone had the expected response to seeing you wear their clothes. Serena thought you looked amazing regardless, Blair questioned your taste minus the shirt you had on (and that was only because it belonged to her), and Nate had to be told who's clothes they were by Serena after commenting on how familiar they looked.

"Why couldn't you just put on your own clothes this morning?" Nate questioned in confusion, his head tilted slightly to the side in a way that you all agreed made him look like a puppy dog. A golden retriever, to be exact.

"Because I couldn't find any this morning when I looked, and I didn't want to be late to meet Dan." Noticing the scowl on Chuck's face at your words, you added, "Oh, relax. And unclench your jaw before you crack a tooth."

Serena giggled at the interaction before reaching her hand across the table to rest on top of yours. "Well, I think our stuff looks good on you. After all, sharing is caring, right?"

You couldn't argue with her there. Sharing was caring, especially in your case. And given just how much you loved your partners and the dynamic you shared with them, you wouldn't have it any other way.

End notes: I know there wasn't a big section with the actual njbc but I'm always eager to write more for them if y'all want!

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[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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[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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navigation!

[terrainofheartfelt]

I do recall a good while back We snuck into the circus You threw your arms around my neck Back when I deserved it

[taylor-jewel]

NATE ARCHIBALD & SERENA VAN DER WOODSEN GOSSIP GIRL | 4.08 “Juliet Doesn't Live Here Anymore”

[thealtoduck]

TASTE

Nate Archibald x Male Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You meet a worried little socialite boy out on the streets of manhattan…

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”And what did you tell him?” you asked engaged in a phone call with a friend, stood on sidewalk outside a Tiffany’s. When all of a sudden someone bumped into you from the side spilling their coffee all over your buttoned up shirt. After the intial shock was over you just said to your friend…

”You know what, I’ll call you back”.

You then turned to meet the person who had just ruined your new shirt. You were met with a handsome boy your age, his hair was slightly messy and he was dressed in running get up. You gave him an annoyed look as he quickly started saying ”I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going”…

And as he kept apologizing and explaining himself he started patting your chest as if he could just wipe away the coffee stains with his hand as you stood there awkwardly watching him try his best. It was kind of cute. You couldn’t stop the small smile spreading on your face.

He met your eyes as you gazed into each others eyes before you said ”You can stop touching my chest now” in a mildly amused tone. His hand placed right in the middle of your chest swiftly withdrew as he said another quick ”Sorry”.

Something about the way he spoke made it very clear that he did not need more on his plate at the moment so you just asked him ”Are you okay?”. He looked a bit taken aback but answered ”I’m a bit stressed honestly” and he then went on ”Look, I’m really sorry, Is there anyway I can make it up to you?”.

”How about you buy me a coffee and you can tell me what’s on your mind?” you offered. He smiled and said ”Alright, it’s a deal… uhm?” he said and you understood. ”I’m Y/n” you said and held out a hand to him which he took and answered ”I’m Nate”.

The two of you then walked to a café, where he bought you both a coffee and you went out back on the streets of manhattan. He offered you his blue zip up hoodie to cover the coffee stain which you accepted, not wanting to have it on full display.

He then started telling about his worries about his family, his ex-girlfriend, his friends, the university his parents were trying to force him to go to, life in general, and the list just kept on going…

”Well you definetely got a lot going on” you said lightly. ”I get that you’re stressed, it must be really tough going through all of that at the same time” you said understandingly. Nate smiled at this as if you were the first person to truly understand him.

Your phone chimed and you took it out of your pocket, your mom had sent you a text saying she needed help with some stuff at home. ”Hey, this has been really nice but I need to get home soon”. He nodded understandingly and asked ”Can I walk you anywhere?”

”Actually, It’s just a couple blocks away from here” you told him. ”Lead the way” he said. During the walk to your apartment building he started asking questions about you, where you went to school, your hobbies and interests.

Soon the two of you reached your apartment building. You stopped outside it and took off Nate’s zip up handing it back to him saying ”Thanks for letting me borrow it”.

”It’s the least I could do, sorry again about the shirt”. ”Don’t worry about it, besides if you hadn’t spilled anything on it we wouldn’t have gotten a chance to talk and like I said it’s been really nice, we should do it again sometime” you told him.

”I’d like that” he said and the two of you exchanged numbers. You said goodbye before you went into your building and up to your family’s apartment.

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The next day…

”Y/n, there’s a package for you” your mom voice came from the living room, you noted her tone sounded slightly confused. You left your bedroom and went to the kitchen where your mom put down a flat square box and asked ”Where’d you get the money to afford Armani?”

”What? I didn’t buy anything from Armani?” you questioned and walked over to the box, seeing Armani written on top of it along with the logo, there was a note attached that you picked up and read.

”Thanks again for last night. I got you this to replace the shirt I ruined. Hope you’ll like it. - Nate”

Your mom read the note over your shoulder and questioned ”That’s the guy you told me about from yesterday?”. ”Yeah” you mumbled. You put down the note and slowly opened the box.

It was a button up shirt that looked almost identical to the one you had. But as you touched it, it immediately felt different, it wasn’t the same, the fabric was softer, more luxorious and as you saw a price tag MUCH MORE EXPENSIVE.

”Oh my god” you whispered looking at the shirt feeling as if it was staring you down and judging your middle class-self. You then almost jumped as your phone started ringing, you saw that it was the friend you had hung up on yesterday. He was probably calling you about that so you answered the phone saying…

”Hey, sorry I didn’t call you back but-”

”You’re on gossip girl” he cut in.

”What?” you asked confused.

”On the website, you need to read it” he said as you walked to your computer typing in the website. Immediately being met with a picture of you and Nate walking together, you wearing his zip up. The headline read…

”Nate Archibald swinging for the other team???”

You then read through the article…

”Nate Archibald was seen out in deep conversation with a dashing young man”

…

”He was then seen walking this ”friend” home, having lended him his own zip up, how romantic”

…

”Perhaps this ladies man has become more of a mens man or maybe even both, only time will tell - xoxo gossip girl”

As you finished the article the only words that could leave your gaping mouth were…

”Holy shit”

Your mom then came over and looked at the computer screen and at the picture of you and Nate and stated ”Huh, you actually look kinda cute together”.

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ Nate Archibald fluff headcanons ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

warnings: established relationship, fluff !

a/n: switching characters yet again, Nate is sooo golden retriever

Boyfriend!Nate Archibald who goes to you for comfort. He walks into your room and throws himself on the bed, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist. You don't have to ask what's wrong, he'll tell you eventually. He just needs some alone time with you (in silence) first.

Boyfriend!Nate Archibald who buys you insane amounts of gifts. He doesn't understand why you say you can't accept the Bvlgari watches and Tiffany's earrings, even though you've explained to him thousands of times that those are expensive.

Boyfriend!Nate Archibald who loves physical touch. He loves when you play with his hair, loves wrapping his arms around you, loves spending hours in bed as long as your bodies are in close proximity. He's definitely the type to whine jokingly when you move away because it's too hot during the summer.

Boyfriend!Nate Archibald who takes you out to dinner with his friends at least once a month. He loves showing you off, not only to them, but to the journalists standing in front of the restaurant. He loves holding your hand or your waist as you walk in under the pretense that "you need help walking in those heels".

Boyfriend!Nate Archibald who makes time for you no matter what he has going on. He picks you up from the office to go to lunch, tells the receptionist to open the door for you anytime, and even visits you while you're working.

Boyfriend!Nate Archibald who never lets you do anything by yourself. Not in a controlling way, just in a "I know you can, but let me." way. He puts on your heels, zips up your dresses and takes off your coat for you. He even carries you down the street if he suspects your feet are hurting (he complains jokingly for the whole duration of the walk, but when you ask him to put you down he wraps his arms around you even tighter).

Boyfriend!Nate Archibald who will makes sure you're never cold. He even brings an extra sweater sometimes, when you refuse to bring a jacket. He smiles as he wraps it around your shoulders, and kisses the top of your head before saying "I told you so."

Boyfriend!Nate Archibald who sends you thousands of texts every time you're away from him. He makes sure you're okay, that you're having fun (not too much though, since he's not there), that you know how much he loves you, and that you love him back. You threatened to block him once, so he threatened to buy you a million new cell phones to text you on.

Boyfriend!Nate Archibald who learns to cook for you. He wrote down your favorite restaurants and foods when you first started dating, and for a while hired private chefs to try and recreate the dishes. However, he later decided it would be more romantic if he cooked for you himself, so he started to learn. The start was quite rocky, but you now prefer him over any Manhattan chef.

Boyfriend!Nate Archibald who loves taking you on vacations and city breaks. As mentioned previously, he loves alone time with you, and since money isn't an issue he will take any chance he gets to steal you away for a few days (or weeks).

[boypied]

pairings: nate archibald x male reader

request: Does the reader catch Nate Archibald in the shower relieving himself and joins him.

warnings: SMUT !, anal sex, shower sex, swearing, masterbation, quickie.

MDNI + FDNI !

"Nate!" You call out, wandering around his mansion. You admire his expensive objects and luxurious paintings that hang on his wall, "NATE!" You shout."Where is he?" You mumble to yourself.

You knock on his bedroom door, still not reply, So you enter anyway "Nate?" You continue to call out to him, still not getting any reply.

You snoop around his room, searching in his drawers; finding a moist cum sock, your face in shock but your flaccid cock becomes semi-hard, You place the socks back down shutting the drawer.

You bite your lip and knock on his bathroom door, "Nate?" You mumble slightly, still no reply, so you enter his bathroom and let out a loud gasp at the sight before you.

You stare at Nate's body as the water washes the soapy suds down his abs, your eyes trail down to his hand thrusting back and forth against his cock. ".. fuck," you mumble out loud, which causes Nate to look up at you with a smirk.

"Join me," he says, which echoes throughout the glass shower. You obey to his commands and strip off completely hopping in the shower with him.

He pushes your back against the steamed glass, your wet bodies rubbing against eachother while your cocks hit one another. Nate's tongue slides over the top of yours, corrupting your mind just by his tongue.

Nate rolls your body over, pushing your face against the steamed glass, slapping your ass. "I was thinking about this ass while I was jerking." he says with a smirk, leaning down and spitting on your hole.

He slaps his soapy cock against your hole, teasing it. "Put it in." You mumble out, begging for his girth, He laughs slightly while he pushes it in fully. "Look at that, I fit perfect" he says while your legs become weak.

He places his hands on your shoulders, thrusting up into your hole, "fuck! Your boy-pussy is taking me so well, " he seductively whispers in your ear. You mumble words, not being able to piece a sentence together just completely cock dumb.

Your hardened cock pressed against the steamed glass, with each thrust of Nate's cock, you thrust up against the glass. "We gotta make this quick, so we don't miss lunch with Serena" Nate says while laughing a bit.

"Fill me!" You moan out, begging for his load to paint your walls. Nate thrusts a couple more times, shooting his load inside your hole. His shot of cum hits your sweet spot causing your cock to shoot your load against the glass.

Nate kisses your neck from behind, breathing heavily against you. After that, you both had a normal shower, washing eachothers bodies in quite an erotic way.

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GOSSIP GIRL (2007-2012) 3.15, “The Sixteen Year Old Virgin”