#nathan writes

[bemtevis]

dont you hate it when a title in english doesnt translate well into portuguese. anyway I'm writing a murder mystery in which a brother investigates his sister's alleged suicide, believing she was actually murdered. the suspects are her husband, his sister and his mom. there's some other people too but they're not important for this. I need a title so

[catparty41]

made this before I even finished watching the new ep

[slasherscream]

the absolute INSANITY of the pushing your s/o away thing with the crazy ass boy gang… it’s like triggering a dog’s prey drive but for serial killers w abandonment issues

CRAZY ASS BOYS GANG + PUSHING THEIR HAND AWAY/REJECTING AFFECTION

❥ who gets pissed the fuck off ❥

Billy Loomis - Is irritated off rip. Billy plays it cool but he needs physical affection from you. He’s casual about it so he flies under the radar, but this is a stage five clinger. He’s always doing something small. Touching your fingers. A hand on your back. Neck. Sitting behind you instead of putting you directly in his lap. It’s little stuff. Hovering. Smack his hand away one of these times and his jaw clenches right away. “What the hell is your problem?” Please snuggle up to him and don’t start world war 3. It’s not worth the joke. 

Kevin Khatchadourian - Quick question, why do this to yourself? Kevin does not need, nor does he particularly enjoy, physical contact. Period. He is gracious enough to give you physical contact because he knows you’re built different (pathetic). For you to then turn around and spit in the face of him being kind enough to meet your needs? …. Quite crazy of you. The look he gives you is pure confusion because he’s honest to God baffled. What do you want to accomplish here? Go ahead and start begging now, because he’s not touching you for a long while. 

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - Swings wildly between damn near dodging any physical affection you attempt to give him to hanging off you like a squid on a ship. No in-between. For you to have the audacity to reject him when he’s feeling clingy? How dare you. He doesn’t have to beg anyone for attention! Did you forget who you’re dating? Doesn’t even care if you did it with obvious playfulness. He’s sensitive. He’s tender. He’s a bitch. He goes to get up and leave entirely and you have to grab him and beg him to cuddle so this doesn’t become a week long cold war. Happy ego stroking! 

Stu Macher - What you’re not about to do is ruin his mood. Baby, he’s about to ruin yours. How about that? If you push his hands off you once he enjoys a little playful bitchiness. Playing hard to get. He likes to chase, it’s cool. Twice? Okay…. We’re irritating him. Three times? He’s gonna grab your hand, stop smiling, and stare at you. When he places his hand back where it belongs, on your thigh, don’t act up again. He could make your whole week go to shit. Don’t start wars you won’t win. He’s the king of playing stupid games and winning stupid prizes. 

Nathan Prescott - Has to bluster and get visibly pissed off because he is rejection sensitive to a degree that is astounding, frankly. Let you see him upset after he tried to be affectionate and you said no? Hah! Not fucking likely. Being physically affectionate in the first place doesn’t come easy to him. Quality time is more his speed. Even worse if it wasn’t a sexual advance he was making. He tried to wrap an arm around you and you shrug him off? You’ll be lucky to get a hello out of him for the next week. Good luck soldier.

David Mccall - Outwardly, he pretends to be despondent and sheepish when you bat his hand away. He’s using sadness as a shield. If he’s sad then you might feel bad and give in. He’ll use any tool in his arsenal to get his way. One of his greatest skills is speaking in a soft voice, just shy of how you’d speak to a toddler, and telling you: “I didn’t mean to upset you, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” This is all to hide the fact that you rejecting him in any way, shape, or form makes him so angry he can barely think. You might be able to catch the rage hidden behind the veil. If you’re quick enough. David puts on a convincing show, but his gentle smile is twitching at the edges.

❥ who gets sad and mopey ❥

Jordan Li - Oh you pushed them away? No, that’s cool, it’s totally fine. You can want space. Everyone’s entitled to their own space bubble. Of course. Are you having a bad day? Are you mad at them? Did they do something wrong? Did they piss you off? These are the types of questions Jordan is going to “casually” ask for the next ten minutes while they sit really close to you. They’re not touching you! They always sit with their legs spread so wide. Their arm isn’t around you, it’s on the back of the couch. You’re nitpicking here, babe. They’re staring at you with their big brown eyes. No, they didn’t get any closer while you weren’t looking. 

Josh Washington - Why would you do this to him? Don’t push his hand off you unless you mean it or you’re being obviously playful about it. If you pretend to be mad at him while you do it, no matter how unconvincing of an actor you are, he will believe you. Sensitive king. He also won’t go to touch you again until you initiate the contact. Physical touch is reassuring and comforting to him but even he (category five clinger) gets touch aversion at times. As observant as he is, he knows some people are uncomfortable asserting their boundaries, so they’ll try to soften the blow of saying no by being “playful”. He cannot take the risk! You could mean it but don’t want to hurt his feelings. Josh interprets many playful no’s as real ones. Better safe than sorry.

❥ secret third worse thing ❥

Sebastian Valmont - Doesn’t take it for anything more than what it is. If you’re being playful he recognizes it. If you’re seriously not wanting to be touched at any given moment he understands that as well. However, in the case of being playful, you’ve started a war you can’t win. Because, as much as Sebastian enjoys chasing you…  Sebastian also likes to be chased. Ten minutes from now you’ll go to give Sebastian’s cheek a kiss and he’s going to dodge you. Hard. To such an extent it’s bordering on insult. He’ll be wearing a cat that got the canary grin all the while. 

Jason Dean/JD - Doesn’t take you seriously even if you are dead serious. I’m sorry, you’ve discovered his worst character trait by far. Most boundaries are a joke to him. He always wants to touch you. He loves you! He craves you like a drug. You should feel the same for him, in equal measure and desperation. So why wouldn’t you want him touching you? Holding you close. He’s so gentle with you (usually). His arms should feel like home. No matter how long a day you’ve had. No matter how overwhelmed you might be with sound, sight, touch. In JD’s eyes you’re one soul in two bodies. He always wants you near. He knows you want the same. You’re just a little dramatic sometimes.

[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

[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

[bratzsturns]

again and again.

warnings; smut, angst, no happy ending. not proofread; lowercase intended.

part two of disregard.

the next week was absolute hell. your brother avoided you, acting as if you were completely fucking transparent every time he walked by you in the hallways of your shared home. that didn’t happen much anyway, you spent most of your time in your bedroom.

you sobbed into the sheets once shared with matt, holding onto the shirt that contained his lingering scent. you felt disgusted with yourself every time you heard matt’s words replay in your head. the worst part though? you didn’t hate him, god, no, you fucking missed him.

your memories on snapchat haunted you, filled with photos of you and matt. you two laughing at nate, watching movies together, or even just him sleeping on your bare chest before you woke him to leave so he didn’t get seen by nate. your gut twisted every time you opened your phone unaware to whatever heartbreak you would encounter today.

finally you were resting. your sleep schedule had been so fucked from all the nights you spent staring at the ceiling, wondering where you fucked up. you were woken up by a text message. the notification caught you off guard. as your eyes adjusted to the bright light of your screen, the contact name finally focused into view.

‘matt 💘.’

you checked the time: 3:25 am. the moonlight shining into your room as your brows furrowed while you clicked on the message. your heart pounded in your chest, what could he want?

‘u up?’

oh. could be worse. you typed back a response, nails clicking against the illuminated screen.

‘yea’

your reply was short and simple. as you finally started to wake up, your phone went off again. you couldn’t help the way you opened his message immediately, it was almost like it was instinct.

‘alr wyd’

was he serious? he completely destroyed you, and now he has the fucking nerve to ask what your doing? anger didn’t flood your body, instead feelings of confusion took over. you couldn’t hate matt, you didn’t have it in you. you knew you couldn’t stand on business, matt did too. he abused his power over you, using it to manipulate his way back into your life multiple times.

‘just woke up, hbu?’

the next few minutes are long, you sit at your phone waiting for a reply. you know he read the message, so why go MIA now? you sigh, setting your phone down and picking at your nails. after a while of staring up at the ceiling, your phone pings again. you fumble to pick it up, shocked when you see not a text from matt, but instead a video.

matt’s holding the camera at angle that allows you to see all the dirty details. his jaw lingers at the top of the screen while his hands fist his cock desperately at the bottom. his tips red, hand working at a speed you’ve never seen before. his groans filling up the sound of your room while you turn up your volume.

wetness pooled in your panties immediately. you felt filthy. you were broken away from that thought by matt’s voice. ‘f-fuck- miss you so much baby. can’t cum the same way i do when im with yo-you’ he whines out. you can feel your face go red as you keep yourself from reaching down into your soaked panties.

‘’m so- so sorry for everything sweetheart’ he cries out, biting his lip to contain his groans. ‘wanna show you how sorry i am, please’ his tones apologetic, but it’s covered by his need. matt’s jaw clenches whilst his thumb rubs over his tip.

‘shit- ‘m so close baby. can’t stop thinking about you—how pretty you are when you take me. can’t stop thinking about the way your eyes roll back while i eat that pussy; my pussy.’ the camera pans up a bit more, allowing you to see matt’s flushed expression.

‘just-‘ a whine escapes his lips ‘just kiss you, everything about you. ‘m gonna c-cum! fuck-‘ the video cuts. your soaked, thighs pressing together as your body begs for some sort of relief. you break, typing back a response as quickly as possible.

‘come over, i’ll let you in the back door’

read 3:37 am.

after 15 minutes pass, you receive a message from matt that he’s outside. you walk out your room, carefully sneaking down the steps and to the back door in your kitchen. outside the door stands matt, in just grey sweats and a baggy hoodie.

‘matt, i mi-‘ your cut off by matt’s lips on yours. he puts one hand on your cheek, using the other one to close the back door quietly. his kiss is hungry, tongue slipping into your mouth as you kiss back. his hands now travel to your waist.

he pulls away, tightening his grip on your waist. ‘jump’ he speaks, tone demanding. you listen, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist as he holds you against him tight. he kisses you again, leading you up the steps into your bedroom. he pushes your door open quietly, using his foot to close it.

he practically throws you onto the bed, throwing his hoodie over his head and onto the floor. he leans down and pulls up your small top, the way your tits bounce captivating him for a moment. ‘fuck, missed this so much’ he mumbles, placing kisses down your chest until he reaches your nipples. he pops the sensitive bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it.

your back arches off the soft sheets beneath you. ‘fuck- matt’ you tangle your hands into his hair and tug on it softly. he releases your nipple with a soft ‘pop’ sound, kissing his way down your stomach. ‘lemme show you how sorry i am, please sweetheart?’

you nod, working with matt to remove the small shorts you had on. your panties and shorts are discarded into the pile on the floor, matt kissing your inner thigh. you feel his stubble rubbing against you, the feeling only adding to your desire. ‘please’ you beg, legs already threatening to shut.

matt suddenly grips your thighs ‘keep your fuckin legs open.’ his grip is so tight your sure you’ll have his finger marks on you for the next 2 weeks. ‘’m sorry’ you whine, looking down at the blue eyed man between your thighs.

‘good girl’ he finishes kissing up your thighs, tongue coming into contact with where you desperately need him. soft whines slip past your lips as he works his muscle in between your wet folds. he groans out against you, the vibrations sending you to another dimension. ‘taste so sweet, missed this fuckin pussy’ his voice is muffled by your wet cunt, your juices already covering his mouth.

‘fuck- feels so good matt’ you mewl. you hated the way you missed his tongue, fuck you just hated the way you missed him. matt took your hand into his, intertwining your fingers. the action was small, but it made the moment feel much more gentle, and genuinely intimate.

as matt continued to work his tongue in your folds, your orgasm crept its way up. with a final flick of his tongue, the coil in your stomach snapped. your nails scratched against his scalp as a loud moan escaped your mouth. you couldn’t give two fucks about your brother who was only two rooms over.

matt came back up, his skin glistening with your arousal. he releases your hand to cup your face gently, pulling you into a kiss. your saliva intertwines with a mix of his and your own cum, the taste sitting on your tongue.

matt pulls back and fumbles with his sweatpants, not even bothering to take them off. he pulls out his cock, which still shocks you just as much as it did the first time. he takes his leaking tip and rubs it against your wet slit, using it to mix together his spit and your cum.

you gasp at the touch, body jolting with pleasure. ‘please matt, jus’ put it in’ you beg, voice barely above a whisper. matt lets out a low chuckle at your words. ‘speak up sweetheart, can’t hear you.’

you repeat yourself, this time louder ‘put it in i nee’you so bad.’ he smirks, ramming his length into you. you cry out, arching your back off the sheets. you reach up, digging your manicured nails into the soft skin of matt’s shoulders. you run your hands down his arms, leaving faint red marks along his biceps.

‘fuckin missed this—missed you baby’ he groans out, putting his head down beside yours to kiss your neck. matt continues pounding into you, leaving red marks on the soft skin of your neck. he inhales your scent, a mix of perfume and sex sitting on your skin. your perfume alone was enough to make him cum, but he held it— wanting to enjoy this moment for as long as possible.

‘’s too much! matt- fuck! ‘m sensitive’ you whine into matt’s ear, soft moans slipping past your lips. the room was silent, aside from the sounds of skin slapping together. matt’s hips pounded into you, making your brain go fuzzy.

it was all too much, the overwhelming sensations making you completely brain dead. the only thing you could focus on was the sounds of matt groaning in your ear. ‘sound so pretty, keep making those pretty noises baby- fuck’

your orgasm was approaching quickly. every thrust with matt’s tip kissing your cervix had you clawing at him. he held your hips in place with a firm, harsh grip. he didn’t care if it hurt you, he couldn’t have you running from him.

as matt continued to fuck into you, pulling up your ankle and placing it on his shoulder, he hit a new spot. you cried out, eyes rolling back as drool dripped down the side of your chin. your body began to tremble, thighs practically vibrating.

you felt an unfamiliar and unexpected sensation; almost like you needed to pee. you tried to claw your way out of matt’s grip, pushing back on his chest but his grip was just too tight. before you could warn him, a clear liquid gushed out of you.

‘holy shit- that’s fuckin right squirt f’me baby. such a good girl’ his voice sent shivers down your spine as he continued his thrusts. matt’s orgasm followed almost directly after yours—pumping you full of his cum.

filling you up another two times, matt pulled out. your ass was still in the air as his cum leaked out of your wet cunt. matt admired his work, spreading your folds to look at the mess he made. ‘shit- look at that. look how pretty this pussy is when i breed it.’

your face turned red as you sat up. you were spent, you don’t think you even had another orgasm in you. but matt? still rock hard. he noticed the way your eyes wandered down to his hard cock that was pressed flush against his stomach. ‘wanna suck me before i go baby? have me cum all on that pretty face?’

you shake your head, you had an even better idea in mind. you push your tits together, leaning down and pushing matt’s wet dick in between them. ‘what are you-‘ matt’s cut off as you start to move up and down, using your tits to get him off.

‘that’s it baby- fuck- look at me.’ he growls, grabbing a handful of your hair and making you look up at him through your eyelashes. there was something about the way your eyes looked so dazed, so fucked out, that drove matt insane. he stared down at you hungrily, thrusting his sensitive length to help him finish faster.

hot, thick ropes of cum shot out of matt’s cock, landing on your chest and your face. matt let out a long and desperate whine, continuing to fuck your tits through his orgasm. as he pulls back, he stands and grabs a towel from the corner of the room, wiping his cock off. he tosses it onto the bed while beginning to put his clothes back on.

‘i’ll let myself out’ his tone is cold, completely different from the honey-laced voice he had just a moment ago. ‘oh,’ you mumble ‘i missed you-‘ matt doesn’t even listen, walking out of your bedroom.

the nose of your bedroom door woke up your brother. nate wasn’t a light sleeper, but his body always naturally woke him up early. he rolled over, noticing the time on the clock; 6:25 am. he wondered why you’d be up so early. stretching, he stands up out his bed when he hears the front door shut.

nate’s room was almost directly above the front door, his window giving him a perfect view of the sidewalk in front of his house. he peeks out the blinds, noticing not you walking but his best friend. you’ve got to be fucking kidding him.

fuming, nate walks over to your door. he knocks to make sure you’re decent. you walk to the door, hair messy and back into your pjs from before ‘huh?’ you pretend to rub the sleep out your eyes. nate’s jaw is clenched and so are his fists. ‘who just left?’

you try to act confused, but your brother knows you better than anyone. ‘no one?’ you question, a look of mock confusion taking over your features. ‘don’t bullshit me kid, who just left?’

‘nate, you’re fucking crazy—no one was here’ you go to shut the door, but nate uses his foot to block it. ‘matt was here. i just watched him drive away, how are you gonna fuckin deny that?’ he raises his voice, his angry tone now showing.

‘he’s not shit—you know that right?’ nate scoffs in disbelief at you ‘he literally told you to your face you didn’t mean shit to him, and you just let him over? are you so fucking serious?’

‘you don’t understand shit nate, i love him and he loves me. you don’t have to like it, it just is what it is.’ you push nate’s foot and slam your door. you climb back into your bed, grabbing your phone to text matt.

‘nate saw u leave he’s pissed’

read 6:29 am.

‘i missed you so much’

read 6:29 am.

‘matt??’

read 6:29 am.

silence. you know he read the messages, why wasn’t he responding? you try to call him, hoping that’ll get you an answer.

(3) outgoing call; ‘matt 💘.’

6:30 am.

6:32 am.

6:45 am.

finally, a notification.

‘bro stop blowing my phone up. i don’t want you 😂’

part three here.

angel speaks 🪽; lowk might make this an au and a series idk

[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.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Tense

Blue Jones x Nathan Bateman x nonbinary afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 11: Threesome

Summary: Nathan wants you to look after a new android. Maybe the android wants to look after you too.

A/N: Thank you so much @thexsanctuaryx for beating and saving me as always!

Warnings: kissing, pet names, fingering, oral (both receiving), anal sex, p in v sex, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 4593

“Nathan, well, this is… this is, erm…” You stare at the android in front of you. “Unexpected?” 

Nathan grins, clearly amused at your reaction. 

“What’s, erm, hmm,” you gesture with your hands. “Why does he look like you?” 

Nathan snorts, “does he?”

You give him a glare. The android obviously looks very much like him. 

“Also,” Nathan leans back against the wall and crosses his arms, all smug smiles and self-assuredness. “How do you know it’s a he? Kind of assuming gender here aren’t you?” 

Your glare darkens. “If that’s a dig at me, then-”

Nathan quickly holds up his hands. “No,” he smiles kindly. “No dig. Just teasing, he’s a he.” 

You nod. “What’s his name?”

“Doesn’t have one yet, that’s your job.” 

The android is currently powered off, eyes closed and standing perfectly still. He’s a little uncanny to say the least, being so motionless, not even breathing. Not that he needs to breathe but…

He doesn’t look exactly like Nathan either, he’s clean shaven for starters. Which is a small mercy, you don’t know how you’d deal with a robot that was his spitting image. And his hair is slightly longer, about a ¾ of an inch. He’s also two inches shorter than Nathan. 

“You made him smaller?”

“Sorry?” 

“His height.” You can’t keep the amusement out of your voice. 

Nathan shrugs. “Unintentional.” You know he’s lying, but you don’t push it. 

You hum an affirmative. 

“So… why does he look like you?”

“Why not?”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Isn’t it?” 

You roll your eyes, used to Nathan’s unique ways of communicating. 

“I like R2D2, Marvin, Robot in Lost in Space. You know, robots that look like robots? Not people.” 

Nathan laughs. “You’re just getting uncanny vibes because he’s turned off and looks dead but still standing. The second he’s online you’ll feel different.”

You give him a not so convinced look. 

“I promise– he blinks, he mimics breathing, even has a heartbeat.”

“What?” 

Nathan nods, “you can take his temperature and everything.” 

“Okay… so he’s obviously very impressive, you’re a genius, blah, blah, blah.”

Nathan snorts. “But?”

“But what do you want me to do, besides name him, I mean?” 

“Well, that depends on what you want to do with him.” He grins and you're so close to getting fired for hitting your boss. 

“Nathan,” you say warningly.  

His smile widens and he chuckles. “I’m playing, I’m playing. Don’t be so uptight.” He doesn’t give you enough of a pause to say something back to him. “Talk with him, socialise with him, show him the ropes like he’s a new employee.” 

“Am I getting fired?” You joke. 

Nathan laughs again. “Look, I just need someone other than me to interact with him and give me some feedback, yeah? And since you’re the only other person here?” 

You nod. “No problem.” But you pause as a small worry digs into the back of your mind. 

Nathan answers your question before you can even ask it, seemingly reading your thoughts. “He can’t hurt you.”

“You Asimov Lawed him?”

“Pretty much.”

You nod again. “Okay.” 

“I’ll leave you both to get acquainted.” Nathan heads for the door. 

“Nathan?” 

He turns. 

“Does he know he’s a robot?”

Nathan nods.

“And that you made him?”

Nathan nods again, “I have spoken with him you know.” He shakes his head as he leaves. 

“Oh, you’ve spoken with him,” you mutter under your breath, but there’s no fire to it. “Couldn’t give him a name though.”

You sigh and approach the android. You place your hand on the startup panel, it blinks into life as it recognises your palm print. You press a few commands and there’s a small click and hum.

The android opens his eyes, blinking like he’s just woken up. He’s dressed in a white t-shirt and white jogging bottoms. His chest rises and falls, just like Nathan said it would. 

You give him a smile and a little wave. “Hello.”

He tilts his head for a second and then smiles back and says your name. 

A little flash of surprise crosses your face before you recover. “Yeah, yeah, that’s me. It’s, erm, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“And to finally meet you, Nathan’s spoken about you at length.” 

That doesn’t exactly fill you with confidence. 

“I believe you are supposed to give me a name?” He asks, there’s a slight up turn of his lips that’s so completely Nathan like that you almost do a double take. 

“Yeah, I,” you pause, your eyes falling on the BlueBook logo on the wall. “How about Blue?” 

“Blue.” He repeats and smiles. “Yeah, I like that.” 

You spend the rest of the day showing Blue around the facility, introducing him to systems as Nathan had introduced you when you first started working here. 

Nathan stays out of the way, hidden up in his office. Though you’re sure he’s probably watching you on the monitors with interest. 

Blue is quite charming, his voice is a little different from Nathan, but not by much. He’s quieter though, but with a good sense of humour. The differences and similarities between them both are interesting. Part of you wonders if this is how Nathan sees himself, or if he unintentionally programmed the likenesses in. 

It’s only later on in the day that things start to get… strange. 

You’re at your office desk, just working on a small piece of programming. 

Blue is meant to be going over the safety protocol for the building – something you had to do when you started. But you hear his light footsteps come up behind you. 

You pause in typing, but don’t look around. “You okay?”

“Mhmm.” 

You glance up at him. He’s seemingly interested in your screen. “It’s just a prototype I was working on for-”

He puts his hand on your shoulder, still looking at the screen. “It’s very compelling.” He squeezes your shoulder lightly. 

“Blu-”

“You seem tense?” He looks down at you. “Are you stressed?”

“I don’t think…”

“There’s a lot of tension here.” He presses his thumb into your back and rubs, you can feel the muscle relax instantly. 

You swallow and when you don’t try to stop him again Blue moves directly behind you, placing his other hand on your shoulder. 

He slowly starts to massage your neck and upper back. Taking his time and applying just the right amount of pressure to quickly make you feel like liquid. 

You let out a small sigh. 

“Feel okay?” He asks. There’s a slight edge to his voice, something you can’t quite put your finger on. 

“Yeah, good, really good.” You try to keep your words quick and short to save from moaning over how wonderful it feels. It was like he could pull apart every knot and ache. Nathan must have programmed some kind of pressure point, masseuse knowledge. Though why, you had no idea. 

“Good.” He whispers, his voice low. 

You can’t focus on anything else but the feel of his hands, how warm they are, how life like they are. 

“Move forward a little.”

You lean without even thinking and his hands travel a little further down your spine. 

This time you can’t stop the moan that escapes you. 

You snap your mouth shut the second you realise, heat rising to your face. “I-”

“It’s fine, perfectly normal reaction, I’m glad you’re relaxing.” His voice is low, and his fingers don’t stop. 

You spend the next twenty minutes getting the best massage of your life and keeping one hand fixed permanently over your mouth. 

.

You had made a not so subtle exit after that. Politely keeping out of Blue’s way (hiding) for the rest of the afternoon. 

Part of you wanted to go and speak to Nathan, but you weren’t sure if you could face the teasing. 

‘Perfectly normal reaction,’ ugh. You could picture Nathan’s smug smile perfectly. Choruses of ‘oh, you got turned on by an android that looks like me?’ No thanks. 

Though he probably would tease the shit out of you later on, that was a Future You problem. And if you could keep it a Future You problem for as long as possible, you would. 

Around 7pm your hunger got the better of you and you made your way to the kitchen, hoping to scavenge some of Nathan’s secret snack supply that he thought was well hidden. 

A step into the room you stop dead in your tracks. 

Blue was at one of the counters, chopping vegetables. 

He turned and smiled at you before you even had a chance to think about turning on your heels and making a beeline out of there. 

“Oh, hi Blue.” You try to sound casual, but the awkwardness radiates out of you like a beacon. 

He smiles and looks back at the vegetables. “Are you hungry?” 

You nod, promptly realising he couldn’t see your reaction and quickly speaking. “Yes, yeah, just, just gonna…” You trail off and pause. “Do you eat?” 

Blue laughs and shakes his head. “This is for you.”

“For me?” 

He nods and glances at you again, all smiles and seductive eyes- No, do not think about him that way. 

“You tend to eat your evening meal around this time.” 

“Oh,” you take a few steps closer and lean on the counter next to him. “That’s really kind of you, you didn’t need to. Wait, how do you know that?” 

Blue raises his eyebrows and gives you a small smirk.

“Nathan, got it.” 

“He said you liked pasta, so.”

You pause, looking at the meal he’s preparing. You don’t remember the last time someone cooked for you, outside of Nathan. And that was only because he was eating too. 

“Thank you, you didn’t have to.” You finally say. 

“I wanted to.” 

The food is good, even if Blue sits a little too close. His knee brushing against yours under the table. He talks to you about relatively normal things, work related, while leaning his elbow on the table, his chin resting on his hand. 

He listens intently, his eyes never leaving your face. It’s uncanny being watched so attentively. You ask Blue a few questions but he always manages to steer the conversation back to you. Another Nathan like attribute. 

Long after the meal is over you stretch, there’s a small popping sound as your shoulder clicks. 

Blue frowns and stands. He touches your spine and shoulder blade again with those precise fingers. “Is your back still causing you discomfort?” 

“I,” you swallow. “You don’t need to, it’s fine, really.” Heat rises to your face. 

“Nonsense, you still have a lot of tension here.” He presses his thumb firmly into your skin and you sigh. 

He massages the area for a few seconds. “Your stress levels are still high, come,” he holds out his hand to you expectantly. 

There is a disastrously long second where you hear ‘come’ as ‘cum’. “I, erm, what?” 

He takes your hand and encourages you to stand. You follow him, a little too flustered to object. 

Blue leads you to the living room and gestures to the sofa. “Lay down on your stomach.” 

“Blue-”

“I need you flat to relax you properly.” He smiles at you expectantly, his eyes dark and bordering on mischievous. 

You stare for a second before managing a small nod, about to speak your agreement when Blue frowns as if a thought has just occurred to him. 

“The space isn’t ideal…” He looks straight at you. “A bed would be better.”

A bed would be better. “Erm…”

“So you can lay flat.” He stares at you expectantly. Almost goading you. If you agreed to the sofa, why not the bed? What implications are you inferring? 

You give him a tight smile. Nathan and his stupid mind games. He did this just to see if he could get you to crack. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. 

“Okay.” The word comes out more like a squeak than you hoped it would. 

. 

Blue leads you back to your room, opening the door as if he was inviting you into his space, not yours. 

He waits for you to climb onto the bed and get comfortable, lying on your stomach, your head resting on your crossed arms. 

And then he starts slowly on your shoulders. That same deep press from before that has you screwing up your eyes and burying your face. It’s barely been a minute before he stops and you nearly groan at the loss. 

“This would be better without your t-shirt.” 

You pause, your mind failing to translate his words for a few seconds. “Oh, erm,” it was perfectly reasonable, wasn’t it? People had professional massages all the time, they didn’t have them while their clothing was still on. “Okay.” 

He turns, politely as you sit up and the anxiety in your chest eases. You were making this into something it wasn’t. He was just trying to help. 

You tug off your t-shirt and drop it onto the floor off the side of your bed and lay back down. “All done.” You say, trying and failing to hide the little shake in your voice. 

Blue turns, his fingers barely touch your skin before he’s lightly caressing just under your bra strap. “May I?” 

You pause, then nod. He unclips it, letting the straps fall to the side before he continues to softly caress. 

It feels good, his fingers dig in and work out the tension, making you liquid and weak under his hands. 

Heat starts to pull at your stomach, sinking lower and lower. Wetness starts to build between your legs. You shouldn’t be-

“Oh!” A sudden gasp leaves your lips as Blue’s right hand slides quickly down, underneath your jogging bottoms and underwear, over the swell of your ass and straight to your core. “Blue!” It feels too good. “I-”

“You have so much tension.” He breathes close to your ear, his fingers trace along your entrance, teasing lightly. “I’m meant to help you relieve it.” 

“Blue…” You bite your lip, instinctively pressing closer to his fingers. You shouldn’t… Fuck Nathan was probably watching, probably-

“Let me help you,” he whispers low in your ear, his warm breath searing your skin. “I’ve been given direct instructions to help you relax.” He lightly rubs your clit, slow and gentle and it makes you jolt. 

“Blue, fuck-”

He kisses your temple. “Tell me to stop at any time, and I will. I only want to please you.” 

Fuck, if his soft, deep voice didn’t nearly make you come on the spot. 

You nod, swallowing thickening. “Please, I’d like… it’s been a while… and…”

“Of course,” he moves dizzyingly quickly, short and precise as he grabs hold of your hips and flips you over onto your back. You don’t even get a chance to let out a gasp of surprise before he’s pulling off your jogging bottoms and underwear and drops them to the floor. 

He rubs his hands up your legs, digging into your inner thighs and spreads you wide before he dives in and latches onto your clit. 

“Fuck,” you gasp, your hips rolling up to his warm eager mouth, your body moving completely on autopilot. 

He sucks, for a few seconds before teasing it out and lapping, alternating between broad licks and that gentle suction that is dragging you so quickly to the edge. His dark eyes watch your reactions intently, monitoring and adjusting based on the smallest reactions. 

He trails his right hand further down your thigh, pressing lightly at your core before sipping two fingers inside. He hums when you moan, the smallest smile pulling at his features. 

Pleasure twists and coils as sweat beads on your forehead. The stretch sends a shiver along your nerves, makes your air catch in your throat.

“Blue, I- oh fuck!”

He moves his fingers, tapping and stroking so quickly on your inside walls that it is like a buzz of vibration right against your g spot. 

You sob out his name, your thighs shaking as you come dizzyingly quickly, pulled over the edge by his precise movements. 

As you breathe heavily, your mind a little short circuited by your orgasm and lagging behind, Blue helps you out of the rest of your clothes, leaving you completely bare before he strips off his own. 

He kneels between your legs, looking down at you with soft eyes as he gently touches your cheek. “More?” 

“I…” You trail off, surprised by the sweetness in his gaze and distracted by his naked chest and warm soft skin. 

You lightly touch his ribs and he smiles. 

“What… what do you want?” You ask, your voice embarrassingly small. 

“That’s a dangerous question.” His smile widens, his tone teasing. 

“Why?”

He tilts his head to the side ever so slightly. “Because I don’t want to stop until you can’t form words.” 

You swallow and glance down as he strokes himself with one hand. He’s impressively large, standing tall and erect. There’s copious amounts of precum leaking from the tip, which you quickly realise is, in fact, lube. He smears it down himself, watching you as you watch him.

You shift a little, widening your legs even though you don’t realise you're doing it. “Does it, will it feel good for you?” 

Blue’s smile widens again, his eyes dark as he leans down. He guides himself to your pussy, pushing his tip against your clit before he drags his cock down and notches the head at your core. “Oh yes.” He mummers his voice low. He stills for half a second, studying your face until he finds what he was looking for. 

He pushes in slowly, moving his hands so that one rests on the mattress and the other on your hip, pinning you down as he slips inside. 

You gasp, letting out a soft ‘oh’ at the stretch. 

“You can take it.” He mutters, voice velvet soft. “You’re very well lubricated even without mine.” 

You wriggle against him, squeezing his biceps, both trying to get close to and escape from the pleasure, your eyes screwed shut.

As he finally sinks in the last inch you moan, it’s like you can feel him in your heart, your lungs. Pushing perfectly at the centre of you and pulsing. 

“You find me attractive?” Blue asks, his head cocked ever so slightly to the side, a cheeky smile on his face as he rocks slowly. Short, powerful thrusts that move the bed and make you cry out in pleasure. 

You nod, trying to move with him but he is well and truly fucking you into the mattress, and it’s all you can do to just hold on for the ride.

“So, you must find Nathan attractive too?” Blue teases, his voice even and unhindered despite his deep bucks as he sinks in and out of you. 

You whine, your back arching, “Blue,” you squirm, gasp at a partially deep thrust that robs you of all thought and makes your toes curl. You cling onto him, sliding a hand up to the back of his neck. 

“It’s alright,” he soothes, leaning down quickly to kiss your lips and swallow your moans, “I’ve got you.” And that’s when he really starts to move. 

You all but scream at the rapid snap of his hips, pleasure turning your bones to liquid as he fucks into you, pushing you higher and higher as he hits every spot perfectly inside. 

You can’t speak, can’t form words as he presses every single sensation out of you except for euphoria, playing your body perfectly to his wishes. 

Your skin is on fire, every nerve tingling with the onslaught of your impending orgasm. He rolls his hips, the sound of his thrusts and your cries mixing. It’s so hot and wet between your legs, slippery as he just glides along your walls and sinks impossibly deep. 

He kisses your lips, nips and bites your jaw and then sucks one nipple into his mouth as his fingers pluck and play with the other. 

Your thighs are shaking, your moans growing in pitch as you desperately hold onto him, nonsense slipping from your mouth as your mind liquifies. 

You don’t even hear the door open, too lost in your pleasure. But Blue does. 

He looks up, but doesn’t falter in his movements, doesn’t move his mouth from your skin. 

Nathan smirks. “Don’t stop on my account.” 

You gasp, your eyes snapping open to see Nathan standing by the foot of your bed. “Natha-” You try to stammer, but Blue grinds his hips down and your cry cuts off the rest of his name. 

“Enjoying him?” Nathan asks nonchalantly, like he was asking about the weather as he climbs onto the bed. He lays next to you on his side, his elbow propped up so he can rest his head and still watch your face. 

“I…” You whine, you blink heavily, your mind isn’t working. Isn’t functioning at all, all you can do is feel and it feels so, so good. 

Blue hums as he laps at your breast, his hips pistoning at an unforgiving pace, not giving you even a second of reprieve from the pleasure. 

Nathan grins, he shifts closer, his voice low. “I knew you would.” He swallows, watching for the expressions on your face. He darts his tongue out to trace his bottom lip, thoughts racing. 

“They like you.” Blue mutters, moving his mouth away from your skin just enough to be heard clearly. 

You want to ask how he knows, what gave you away. But you don’t even get the chance to try.

Nathan presses a sweet kiss to your lips, groaning when you reciprocate and grab the back of his neck with one hand to pull him closer. He slips his tongue past your lips, stroking your cheek tenderly. 

It’s a vast juxtaposition to how Blue is fucking the very life out of you. 

You whine, your muscles tensing as you get close. 

Nathan pulls back just enough to speak, his voice thick and hazy. “Make them come.” And then kisses you deeply once more.

Blue hums, pulling his mouth from your chest without slowing his manic thrusts. He slips his hand under Nathan’s shorts and Nathan lets out a surprised groan as Blue palms his erection. 

But he doesn’t stop kissing you. Instead, he helps Blue pull them down his legs before he plucks at your nipples while he licks into your mouth.

Blue twists his torso that would have been impossible for anyone save a contortionist and licks a strip up Nathan’s hard cock before he takes him deep into his throat. 

Your toes curl, the pleasure drowning you as you shake and spasm. You whine in Nathan’s mouth, his beard tickling your skin, and his lips muffling your moans. 

You come hard, the sensation hitting you all at once and then flooding you. It robs you completely of thought, whiting out your vision as you’re swept away completely by pleasure. 

Nathan thrusts into Blue’s mouth lazily, pulling back so he can watch your face as you come apart. He bites his lip, groaning for a second before he pulls Blue up to watch too. 

“Fucking beautiful,” Nathan whispers. 

Blue slows his hips as you relax under him, gently coming to a stop. He kisses your cheek as you open your eyes, while Nathan sucks at your neck. 

“You out for the count, or can I be gentle with you?” Nathan mutters. 

You breathe heavily, sweat cooling on your skin, your muscles aching. But you don’t get to answer before Blue is doing it for you. 

“Very gentle… if they agree.” He kisses your cheek again as he slowly pulls out of you and you whine softly. He rubs the inside of your thighs to ease the burn as he gets up.

“Very gentle,” Nathan repeats, sitting up and pulling off his vest and wriggling himself completely free of his shorts. “Very, very.” He moves between your legs, watching you with soft doe eyes. “Can I?”

You nod. But he tuts.

“Gonna need you to say something, sweetheart.” He smiles.

“Yes.” You say, giving him a little look that makes him laugh. 

“Haven't had the sass fucked out of you then. Good.” He kneels between your legs, his heavy cock in hand. 

You glance down and can’t help but smile and shake your head when you see him, he’s exactly the same size as Blue.

“What?” He grins. 

“Of course, you have a big dick.” 

Nathan puffs out his chest a little. 

“He made me two inches shorter,” Blue says, “but he-”

“I left the inches where it counts.” Nathan snaps playfully. “Now are you gonna put those inches to good use or what?” 

Blue smiles sarcastically sweetly at him. “Of course I am.” He takes hold of Nathan’s cock with one hand and lays the other flat on his lower back, guiding him towards you. It’s Blue that strokes Nathan through the creaminess of your release before he pushes in, he keeps Nathan slow and careful, sinking in until you're stuffed full. 

You let out a soft moan, you’re sore but it’s nice, more than nice. Pleasure burning just at the edge of your senses. 

Nathan groans, his muscles twitching under the force to stay still. “Fuck, you feel amazing.” 

“Gentle.” Blue whispers in his ear, the smallest hint of a warning in his voice that sends a shot of arousal along Nathan’s spine. 

He nods, his eyes lidded. 

You're a little surprised when Blue rubs the lube from his cock over two fingers and eases them inside Nathan, forcing him down on top of you, his chest pressed to yours. 

The moan Nathan lets out is sinful, deep as it rumbles against your skin. 

You grab hold of him, wrapping your hands around his back as he buries his face into your neck, every breath coming out as a whine and grunt. 

Blue smiles at you as he opens Nathan up for barely a minute before he guides his own cock inside. “He’s used to taking it.” He wriggles his eyebrows at you and you bite back a smile. 

Blue rocks gently, quite unlike the rapid thrusts he’s used before. He barely pulls out but swirls his hips, the force of his movement moves Nathan in turn and you. 

It’s slow, syrupily sweet with every push and pull. You grind up, moaning when Nathan simultaneously rubs against your clit with his pubic bone and the head of his thick cock slides against your walls. 

“Think you can come again?” Blue asks you, one hand between Nathan’s shoulder blades, while he links fingers with you with the other. 

“Ugh, please,” Nathan groans into your neck. He feels like jelly sandwiched between the both of you, the pleasure making him lightheaded. 

You nod, biting your lip. It’s building in a rush, so close to boiling over. 

Blue smiles and squeezes your hand. 

It only takes a few more languid rocks for the pressure on your clit to explode. You come with a cry, shaking. This one isn’t as hard, it doesn’t shatter your very being but it’s long and drawn out, thick and molten and leaves you exhausted. 

Blue thrusts three times harshly hitting Nathan’s prostate each time as you squeeze and pulse around his cock and he comes with a deep moan, emptying himself and holding you tight.

It’s only then that Blue allows himself to follow you both into pleasure, moaning both of your names happily.

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Several Sentences Sfriday/Saturday/Sunday, as tagged by @sidleckie <3 no pressure tags for @saturnwisteria and @moghraidhs

Crank was already asleep, knocked out face down and snoring into his pillow. The humid July air had him on top of the blankets, sprawled across the double bed in just a pair of boxers, the curls at the nape of his neck dark and sticking to the skin with perspiration. Bucky took a moment to admire the view once his eyes adjusted to the dim light. Quietly, he started to undress, kicking off his shoes and peeling off the jacket of his dress uniform. He left them where they dropped. It was a nearly seven hour drive from base - cleaning up could be a job for when he wasn’t coming down hard from the coffee he had needed to get him to the New England coast. When Bucky looked again the snoring had stopped. Crank had one eye cracked open lazily. “‘S late,” he said, muffled where he hadn't moved an inch. “It's early,” Bucky corrected him. The clock on the bedside table had it as almost five in the morning. “Drove through the night.” Crank made another muffled noise and raised his head slightly, like he was trying to force himself awake. “E'rything alright?” He asked. “Everything's fine. Just missed you.”

[bemtevis]

writing is my passion

[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."

[slasherscream]

i would love to know which of the crazy ass boys gang would indulge a partner who watches reality tv? whose getting just as invested and angry and who is standing to the side saying it’s dumb and fake? (i know it’s kevin)

❥ who grins and bares it so they can bond with you ❥

Billy Loomis - This is just a bonding activity for Billy. It’s not awful. Nor is it the most fun thing in the world. It’s just one of those tiny moments that relationships are built off. The small bids for connection that build intimacy. You don’t bitch when he wants to watch Psycho for the sixth time in two months. He doesn’t bitch when you turn on trashy TV. He pulls you close, so that you’re sitting in his lap, or laid up against him, and pays enough attention to ask you the odd question or two to clarify what’s going on if he gets lost. What do you mean they switch couples?? When did they start doing that? Last week… oh I bet Luca was pissed. 

David Mccall - David is obnoxious because he pretends to be the type who is upset when you watch without him. He’ll come home, glance at the TV and gasp dramatically: Baby! Why are you watching our show without me?! How far along are you? You watched an entire episode? You know better than that, baby! You gotta rewind it, hold on, I’ll order us some pizza. Can’t believe you’d watch behind my back! This is a ridiculous pantomime that you may or may not pick up on. Mileage varies as always. David couldn’t care less about the reality TV shows you watch. But he likes the way you giggle as you rewind it for him. Or the way you light up when you’re discussing it with him. You used to spend way too much time talking with your friends about this stupid crap. Now you talk to him. Who gives a shit about whatever mindless little thing you’re watching. What David enjoys is your undivided attention. 

Jason Dean/JD - JD also sees this as a bonding activity and bid for connection… However, JD is a born hater. He bonds by talking shit. He’s not necessarily trying to be a bummer about the things you enjoy. He’s just a certified yapper when it comes to shit-talking. If he thinks something is stupid he just can’t sit in silence. This is his most underdeveloped life skill. He’s got ten minutes of quiet in him max. If he does manage to bite his tongue his face gives him away anyways. So what was the point? Will say something pretentious like: “Why are we watching people play out a badly scripted version of their lives through a screen when we could be out living ours, right now? Let’s hop on my bike and just ride, darling! Live a little!” Sir, I just worked an eight hour shift. I need to see someone who doesn’t deserve a rose get sent home in tears. Read the room. Get a grip. 

❥ who is pissed off/devastated when you watch it without them ❥

Sebastian Valmont - What can he say? Sebastian likes to watch people experience psychological torment. He’s trying to turn on the first seasons of “America’s Next Top Model" and watch a girl get sent home in tears after the judges convinced her to shave her head bald to look more fierce.This is the type of quality reality TV that makes Sebastian laugh. Watching people go through their darkest moments in front of a camera that highlights the creases in their cheap makeup is how he likes to spend the occasional date night. You had to put him onto reality tv shows, but now he’s hooked. He probably watches more reality TV than you do. If we’re being honest. You think this might be how he gets to still live out his glory days of being an unrepentant asshole. Sometimes he sighs a little too wistfully when someone is being a monster. 

Jordan Li - Jordan enjoys anything you do together. Even if they hate a particular activity, at least they’re spending time with you. Still, there are reality TV shows that Jordan really likes, such as: home improvement shows, “Say Yes to the Dress'', “Face Off”, “American Ninja Warrior”, and “RuPaul's Drag Race”. And then there are shows that Jordan puts on a brave face about. Things like “Love Island” and “Jersey Shore”. Jordan gets queasy just scrolling past them. There was a time before they became one of Brink’s favorites that their parents kept pushing them to try and be an entertainment Supe. No one is taking you that seriously, anyways! Maybe you’ll do better in the reality TV circuit. It’s unlikely Jordan will ever get stuck in projects like that now. They’ve proven they can be a heavy hitter. Proven that they’re strong enough to not need to sell themselves as cheap, easily-digestible, entertainment. Still, they don’t like thinking of the alternate world where they’re having to sit in front of a camera and do twenty retakes of “authentic” confessional room venting.

Stu Macher - He likes reality TV and doesn’t care who knows. Hooray! A shared interest… except watching these shows with him will piss you the fuck off. He has dog-shit opinions about everything. You will never be rooting for the same people. You will never agree on who handled a situation better. He’s always rooting for the asshole, it seems. You don’t even think he’s doing it to be contrary or to make you mad. He’s genuinely on their side (most of the time… he does enjoy making you mad.) Watching reality TV with Stu makes you want to kill him. It also makes you look at him funny. Why are you always siding with the bastards? You don’t think Ekin-Su needed to apologize? Stu, are you out of your fucking mind?

Josh Washington - You’re gonna try to tell me that the twins weren’t making him paint toenails while they pulled all nighters of “The Bachelor”? Sure, okay, if you’d like to believe that. And his inner circle consists of Emily and Jess? Please. He’s been watching trashy TV for years. He’s watched a little of everything. He is so well acquainted with the dark underbelly of reality TV that it would roll over for a tummy rub from him. It knows his scent. He can easily keep track of the names, faces, and plots. Who’s fucking who. Who hates who. Who’s forming secret alliances. You’ll probably be more lost than Josh ever gets. He’s a day one. He’s an OG. 

❥ who is pissed off to even be hearing about it second-hand ❥

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - He has better shit to do than watch reality TV show crap all day, and so do you. These are the kinds of harsh words that will be waiting for you if you try and get him to watch anything fun with you. Ask him one too many times and, like a parent who is annoyed that you are bothering him, he will begin to fill up any moment of free time the two of you have with activities. No, babe, we can’t watch “90 Day Fiance.” Why? Because we’ve got to run the marathon for kids with cancer and then we’ve got dinner with the mayor after that. You two are gonna be booked and busy. You were obviously bored. Now you won’t have time to even think!

Kevin Khatchadourian - Please don’t remind him so blatantly of his own intellectual superiority over you (he’s an asshole.) He gets the ick of the century when you try and tell him what happened during one of your little…programs. If you have the audacity to take it a step further and ask him to watch with you? He’s rendered speechless. Since when is this relationship a safe space? He doesn’t enjoy well-written, heart-stopping, incredible genre-defining movies and television. And yet, somehow, you’re so delusional you think he’s gonna sit through reality television with you? Don’t piss him off. He doesn’t even bother responding. Enjoy the view of his back as he walks away!

❥ secret fourth worse thing ❥

Nathan Prescott - Nathan is once again in a category of his own, which you might call: too nosy to not get into it, but doesn't want you to know he enjoys it. He made fun of you when you first started to watch reality TV. He can’t go back on his word now. If you were cuddling on the couch he’d have his face turned into your stomach and dramatically roll his eyes at your absentminded head rubbing. Could we focus on what’s important please? But then the plots started thickening and the heated exchanges started to pique his interest. He knew he was cooked when he started recognizing names, who was booed up with who… wait that disloyal prick hooked up with who this week?! He tells you to just replay the episode because you’re explaining it shitty and you obviously want him to watch it and talk to you about it. It isn’t for his benefit at all. Turn the subtitles on, god dammit.

A/N: this was really fun! how did you know i've been watching reality TV shows lately?? if you enjoyed these headcanons consider reblogging, leaving a reply, or an anon! a writers fuel is engagement. xoxoxo

[sciderman]

the mcrib is back

[suppenzeit]

showing him all the speedrun strats

[throatgoat4u]

introducing...

streetcar racer!chris... 21. fully customized lightning mcqueen car done by vee. sleeps around. counts his wins and loses on his hat (and he's never lost). reckless. loud asf 24/7. soda addict. trashy rap with the windows down. speed. nightshift. hates being alone. adrenaline junkie. impulsive. player mentality. trash-talker. loves to swim. never backs down. doesn't really think about his decisions and how they'd effect people.

best paired with... bartender!reader

a/n: first things first, when i say "swim" i don't mean in a pool, i mean on the road. if you don't know what that is, it's when you just go from lane to lane and "swim" in between the cars. second thing, his car has to be my favorite of all of them. like mcqueen is a classic (and inspired this whole au 🙈). anywho!

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

thank you to @issysh3ll for the dividers!

also big big big disclaimer, i am not at all the only person who has done/is doing a street racing au. @endereies has a street racing au i think everyone should check out!

toodles {lovers} ♡︎

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