#nate x dan

[emilyskinners]

*after someone calls nate "dan's boyfriend"*

dan: nate is not my boyfriend

nate: well, you don't have to say it like that

[elliwansworld]

Dan x Nate + touch

[mrs-nate-humphrey]

dan: i can't help being affection nate to you

nate: that's it, we're getting divorced.

[khamori]

if i get burned (at least we were electrified) by blairwaldyke

Dan didn’t have any friends in Rome. Sometimes, Jenny took a train from London on weekends and visited him, but so far, Dan hadn’t really talked to many people here. It was only about four-thirty at home, so he wouldn’t be surprised by a text from his dad or Vanessa, but it wasn’t either of them.

According to the caller ID, it was Nate. Dan wasn’t sure when he set a contact picture of him, but he had a feeling Nate did it himself when he last had his hands on Dan’s phone. It was a blurry picture from some club in the Hamptons. Nate was sunburnt from the beach and squinting into the flash with his sunglasses pushed up into his hair, a shot of tequila raised in one hand.

Dan hadn’t heard from him since before he left, but they didn’t leave on bad terms. Not really. Nate was busy. The Spectator was taking up all of his time due to his frenzy to keep it out of hot water, so it wasn’t exactly surprising that he’d gone off the grid for a while.

Against his better judgment, Dan answered his call.

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In which Nate visits Dan in Rome.

[destielblamscilesinfinity]

Nate x Dan song of the day.

[terrainofheartfelt]

hmm how about dan/nate with 49?

Date + 49: kiss out of necessity. (slight au where everyone is gay and the points don't matter)

Dan’s just managed to escape a tedious conversation for the bar when Nate barrels into in him a panic. Or least, as panicked as Nate ever appears. A lifetime of blue blood family politics, a childhood with Serena and Blair, and a blazed adolescence has rendered Nate pretty unflappable. 

“Hey,” Nate says furtively. “Have you seen Serena?”

“Not for a while,” Dan glances around the room of the reception Serena had conned him into attending. “But Vanessa got out of rehearsal early, so she probably bailed.” 

“Damn it,” Nate mutters, signaling the bartender to pour another of whatever’s in Dan’s hand.

“What’s going on?” Dan watches confused as Nate knocks back the Manhattan the bartender hands him in one go. 

“Ethan is here,” Nate says, as if the fate of the universe depends on this information. 

Except Dan has no clue who that is. 

“Ethan,” Nate repeats, “my ex.”

Dan tilts his head to the side, still at a loss. He doesn’t really keep track of Nate’s friends at Columbia, even less who Nate dates at Columbia. Self-preservation and all that. 

“Seriously? I told you about him. Steak Knives?”

“Oh,” it clicks, “yeah. You dated for a month and then he wanted to move in together –”

Nate nods wearily. “And when I said ‘no,’ he –”

Dan does a half-hearted performance of the Psycho theme, moving his hand in a stabbing motion.

“Yeah,” Nate sighs. “Serena’s always good at chasing off an ex. Or Blair, but neither of them are here.”

“Aw,” Dan grins, “he’s your Georgina.” 

Nate thumps him on the arm. “Asshole. But – yeah.” He glances around the room, then freezes, “Shit, he’s seen me. Do you think Carl over there would let me hide behind the bar?” 

Dan tries to spot Ethan, a useless exercise because Dan doesn’t actually know what the guy looks like, but then he gets an idea. An arguably bad one, but he doesn’t have anything else. 

“Do you trust me?” he asks Nate abruptly, hoping Nate understands what he means. 

Nate meets his eyes for one frenetic second, before dropping his gaze to Dan’s lips. “Yeah.”

Before Dan can chicken or reason himself out of it, he takes Nate’s face in his hands and kisses him. Nate stiffens for a second, taken by surprise, but then he starts to kiss Dan back, parting his lips. Nate’s arms circle his waist, palms pressing into his back, and Dan stumbles into him, deepening the kiss, and for minute he forgets what they were doing, or why they’re doing it. He sweeps his tongue over Nate’s lower lip, noise slipping from his throat, or was that sound from Nate?

Nate pulls away abruptly, face redder than it was before, his chest heaving. Over the years, Dan’s built up a sort of immunity to the Archibald hotness, except for now, when it hits him all over again how beautiful Nate is. 

Oh, he is in so much trouble. 

[senamarais]

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

[bicraigmanning]

the early dynamic between nate and dan is endlessly fascinating to me <3

[icepandawarrior]

💕 (23/?)

[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

[elliwansworld]

A Pre-Relationship Dan x Nate Moodboard

[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

. . .

navigation!

[nostalgicninjas]

Gossip Girl Dynamics: Blair Waldorf and Jenny Humphrey

You might be privileged, Blair, but you work for every single thing you’ve achieved, like me. Serena just glides through.

Tell me about it.

I wanted to be your friend last year for a reason. I wanted you to like me.

[destielblamscilesinfinity]

Dan x Nate song of the day. (Show)

[terrainofheartfelt]

A Date Moodboard

Anne Sexton, from a letter to Anthony Hecht, 1961

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Gossip Girl masterlist

Requests are currently open!

Key:

Fluff: ♡ Angst: ♤ Smut: ♧ Headcanons: ◇ May contain triggering content: ☆ Omegaverse: αβΩ

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Serena van der Woodsen

Gingerbread Disaster ♡

Cherry Pits and Picnic Blankets ♡

Hallway Rendezvous ♧

Sharing Is Caring ♧♡

Under the Weather ♤♡

Telling the Gossip Girl characters "I wish you were gay so we could makeout" while drunk ◇

Strawberry Coated Kisses ♧

Safe and Protected ♤♡ αβΩ

Off Limits ♧

Heating Up ♧ αβΩ

Morning Glory ♡

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Blair Waldorf

Happy Birthday, B ♧

Sharing Is Caring ♧♡

Under the Weather ♤♡

Drunken Accidents ♡

Orange Peels ♡

Telling the Gossip Girl characters "I wish you were gay so we could makeout" while drunk ◇

Morning Routine ♧

Easy As Pie ♤♡

Late For Dinner ♧

Safe and Protected ♤♡ αβΩ

Off Limits ♧

Bouquets and Butterflies ♡

Special Day ♡

No Pickles ♡

Blair Waldorf dating a chubby gn reader ◇

Forever and Always ♡

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Nate Archibald

First Time ♡♧

Sharing Is Caring ♧♡

Telling the Gossip Girl characters "I wish you were gay so we could makeout" while drunk ◇

Safe and Protected ♤♡ αβΩ

Off Limits ♧

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Chuck Bass

Sharing Is Caring ♧♡

Telling the Gossip Girl characters "I wish you were gay so we could makeout" while drunk ◇

Safe and Protected ♤♡ αβΩ

Off Limits ♧

Eager Transaction ♧

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Dan Humphrey

Telling the Gossip Girl characters "I wish you were gay so we could makeout" while drunk ◇

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Jenny Humphrey

Under the Weather ♤♡

The Right Person ♡♧

Uno ♡

Left Stranded ♤♡

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Eric van der Woodsen

Uno ♡

Meet the Family ♤♡

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Georgina Sparks

I Love You ♤♡

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