#nathan bateman x gender neutral reader
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Note
May I request Nathan with a masculine presenting/tomboy s/o? Only if you're ok with it! Much love <3
I'm so sorry this has taken so long!
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Nathan Bateman x GN!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? • ask-travaganza masterlist •
Warnings: references to hard ons, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!
Word Count: 251
Tumblr media
No matter what clothing style you’re into, Nathan is into it. Suits? Baggy clothing? Tight-fitting clothing? Whatever it is, he’s simping and letting you use his credit card to buy whatever the hell you want as long as he can look at you will you wear it. 
Will totally get you a personal tailor so that you can have things to suit your taste and body shape.
Would you like to work out with him? Could you hold his punching bag while he boxes? He’s not using it as an excuse, what are you talking about?
Would you like to wrestle? No reason, of course, it’s just a thing he does, with everyone, please don’t pay attention to why his baggy shorts are suddenly very tight. 
Will say he ‘lets you win’ (he doesn’t) and that you have an ‘unfair advantage’ (his boner).
Please, please, I beg of you. Put this man in a headlock. He’ll get so hard, so quickly. 
Manhandle him a bit, he needs it for his mental health. 
Loves hearing you talk about your hobbies and things you enjoy, would watch you for hours if you let him. 
Will fight anyone who says anything rude about your appearance or style choice. Even when you manage to convince him to back down, it’s really odd, because someone seems to have hacked their social media accounts and released their porn viewing history.
Gives you a jar to open for him and nearly comes in his pants when you do.
Tumblr media
Thank you for reading!
@pleasurebuttonwrites @raven-rk @campingwiththecharmings @alexxavicry @whatthefishh
@romanarose @strangerhands @saturn-rings-writes ho
@steven-grants-world  @eyelessfaces @angel-of-the-moons @minigirl87 @lunar-ghoulie
@silvernight-m @autismsupermusicalassassin @apesarecuul @reallyrallyauthor @basicalyrandom
@alwaysmicado @mangoslushcrush @marc-spectorr @spxctorsslxt @novarosewood 
@pygmi-cygni @hammerhead96 @emma23 @sub-aro @killerdollz
 @maplemind  @mwltwo @loonymagizoologist @dameronshandholder @queerly-anxious
@homuraak3mi @swiftiegirliepop @oscarssimp @milkypompon @eternallyvenus 
@mandytrekkie @lounilu @avengersinitiative2012 @pigeonmama @marcsb1tch 
@iolaussharpe-24 @chaithetics @DowBaStan @faretheeoscar@lonelyisamyw-0love 
@queerponc @twwcs @Spnwhore2430 @mari-thesimp @ominoose
@ierofrnkk @have-you-seen-my-sanity @to-be-a-sunshine @blushingrn @missdictatorme
@musicalnacho @buckyssugarchick
@krakenkitty @sapphossongbird @purple-amaranthe @marcsb1tch @pigeonmama
@mystic-writings @sapphossongbird
If you'd like to be taken off the tag list please let me know here
17 notes · View notes
winniethewife · 2 months ago
Text
If you'd have stuck around
Tumblr media
(Nathan Bateman x GN!reader)
Prompt: I waited for you
Words: 709
Warnings: Angst, No happy ending,
A/N: For my Event Nine weeks in hell and Angstember
They had waited, nearly a month to hear from him again. Nathan Bateman was not an easy man to get a hold of, even for his supposed girlfriend.  In such a short period they had gone from meeting him through a networking event, to visiting his remote strange home on the weekends, to not hearing from him. At first they was worried about him, not hearing from him for days at a time. Then they started to question what they had done wrong, trying to figure out why he wouldn’t talk to them. But at some point they stopped trying, their daily good morning and good night texts started to dwindle, and eventually their random “I miss you” and “I saw this and thought of you” texts were not around as frequent.  Finally they just snapped. They stopped caring if he would get back to them, if he couldn’t find time for them, they wouldn’t make time for him.
So when he showed up at their front door with a box of chocolates and a bunch of flowers, they felt entirely numb.
“Hey Angel face. I missed you.” He gave them a big grin. They gave him a deadpan glare that chilled him to the core.
“Nathan.” They said coldly. His smile faltered. 
“What no ‘Hey baby’ No ‘My Darling’?” he asked with a laugh. They rolled their eyes and walked inside, there wasn’t a point in trying to toss him out, he would just follow them in anyway.
“No I usually reserve pet names for people who talk to me on a regular basis.”  Their voice filled with venom.
“Whoa, what’s with the cold reaction, have a bad day?” Nathan said, as if clueless to how he had wronged them.
“Are you fucking joking Nathan? It’s been two months since I last saw you, and a month since we last talked.” They turned and looked at him, he swore he had never seen them so mad.
“Well I got busy, you know how it can be angel.” He cooed taking a step closer to them. They held up their hand.
“Don’t call me that. Don’t fucking pretend this is fine, that this is normal? I waited Nathan, I waited for you to return my calls, to text me back. And there was nothing. No word, no nothing. What was I supposed to think? That you died? That you started to rot in that isolated hellhole you call a home? And you have the audacity to show up thinking that flowers and chocolate can fix that?” as they spoke their volume increased, they was beyond mad, they was beyond furious, they was livid. Nathan looked at them shocked.
“I…I’m sorry…Babe I had…I just.” He stuttered, he wasn’t sure what to say.
“No, you don’t get to be sorry, you don’t get to apologize and find Narcissistic satisfaction in this shit. You just need to live with the fact that you just lost the one person who cared, the one person who gave a damn about you beyond the money, beyond Bluebook, beyond your stupid IQ points. You lost me and there is nothing  you can do to-”
Beeep! Beep! Beep! Beeep! Beep! Beep! Beeep!
They opened their eyes, it was all a dream. They rolled over to swipe the alarm off. They felt the familiar feeling of wet tears they had cried in their sleep. They sat up in bed and checked their messages. Still nothing from Nathan. Just the last messages they had sent. Looking back at them tauntingly 
Sent: I wish I knew if we talked for the last time. I would have told you I love you more. I don't think I got to say it enough Sent: I would have stayed up later that last night, to talk to you Sent: I wanna work on more of our project, but it feels weird without you. Sent: I want to hear your voice again. Sent: I wanna watch movies with you Sent: I really fuckin miss you. Sent: Please come back soon
They sighed and typed out a message.
Sent: I waited for you
The BlueBook account you have contacted is not in service, or temporarily disconnected.
He was gone.
And they were left with nothing, but a dead number, and a broken heart.
~
Masterlist
Taglist: : @silvernight-m @queerponcho @boredzillenial
18 notes · View notes
youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
Send me a kiss prompt!
Anything for you my dear @blueeyesatnight
Pairing: Nathan Bateman x Reader
Note: I'm pretty sure this one is gender neutral, but if you notice something that is not, please let me know! I will adjust accordingly.
Warnings: Nathan and Reader are both drinking, but not drunk; Shenanigans™
Tumblr media
"Another round?"
"I don't think that's such a good idea—"
"Two more tequila shots here!" Nathan spoke over you, raising a hand to flag down the bartender.
"Are you kidding me?" You laughed. It was a wonder that the bartender was able to hear Nathan over the bustle of the busy bar. Maybe he'd been making sure to pay extra attention to you and Nathan, considering how famously deep Nathan's pockets were.
"Ugh, I'm going to be so hungover tomorrow," You grumbled.
"You'll be fine."
You smiled, shaking your head.
"Do me a favor?" You requested.
"What."
"When he comes over with our shots, ask him for water."
"Ask him yourself."
"If you're going to go out of the way to order me a shot that I don't want, the least you can do is order me something that I do want."
"Alright, alright," Nathan grumbled. "Spoiled little brat—Thank you," Nathan leaned against the bar as the bartender arrived with the requested shots. "Could we get some more water, too? Thanks."
Nathan didn't wait for the bartender to answer, just leaned back and took one of the shots up with one hand, waving for you to follow suit with the other. You shook your head, knocking the bottom of the shot glass against the bar before throwing the shot back. You winced, lips drawing down into a frown at the taste, grumbling, "Christ," As it touched down and burned in your stomach.
You frowned as you heard your name called. You glanced toward Nathan, wincing.
"That wasn't you, was it."
"No," He chuckled, looking around, "You recognize the voice?"
"Vaguely?"
You glanced around before you spotted a familiar man pushing his way through the crush of the bar patrons.
"Fuck," You groaned.
"Who is that?"
"Guy I went on a date with. Well—A few dates with...Well—"
"Well, what?"
"We fucked for a few months, nothing serious."
"Then why's he coming over?"
"I may or may not have blocked his number."
"Smooth."
"Here," You slid a foot out, hooking your foot in the bar of his stool and tugging him a little closer, "Don't look at him, look at me."
"I am looking at you."
"Keep doing that, then."
"What's the plan?"
"The plan is to do whatever the fuck gets him to go away."
"How far are you willing to go?"
"I draw the line at murder."
"I suppose that gives us a little bit of wiggle room."
You reached out, intending to pinch Nathan's arm, but he caught hold of your hand. Your stomach flipped at the warm, steady contact, and the weight of Nathan's gaze. He'd looked at you before, sure, but this felt different. You'd seen looks like it given to flirty hangers-on at BlueBook events, but had never imagined it pointed in your direction. You swallowed thickly as Nathan hooked is leg in your stool in turn, tugging you even closer. You stomach flipped as it threw the balance, nearly sending you tumbling into Nathan's chest, and you shrieked, raising your hand and bracing yourself on Nathan's shoulder.
"Holy shit, you could've at least warned me!" You laughed, "Christ!"
"...You said anything that gets him to go away."
"Yes, I did."
Nathan raised his other hand, cupping your cheek. Your breath caught in your throat as he swept his thumb across your cheekbone, murmuring,
"So?"
"...So?" You mumbled. Before you could draw away—before you could even think to ask what his plan was—Nathan leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes blinked slowly, keeping your gaze set on him before your eyes just...Slipped closed. You sighed softly, tipping your head to the side, deepening the kiss. You pulled in a soft breath as you felt the slick, hot swipe of his tongue against the seam of your lips.
You parted your lips just a little, unable to stopper your whimper as he swept his tongue against yours without a pause. You managed to break the kiss, biting your lip as Nathan's hand crept around to rest against your nape.
"Do you, um..." You cleared your throat. "Do you still see him?"
The tip of Nathan's nose brushed against yours as he shook his head.
"I don't see anyone else in here."
158 notes · View notes
writefightandflightclub · 5 years ago
Text
Luna’s Poe “Peacock” Dameron Fic Masterlist
See my pinned post for my other character masterlists!
GIF by @starwarsandstuff​
Tumblr media
Key: 🔥 = smut, 🍭 = fluff/cute, 🌪 = angst, 😈 = dark, 🌲 = pining, 😤 = bickering, 🚀= mission/adventure 😉 = steam but not smut
Poe Dameron Series
Bounty & the Beasts (DONE) 🚀🍭🔥🌪
Violent Delights (7/8 parts) 😈
Two steps back (4/7 parts) 🌪🌲
Of rears and vices (DONE)🔥
Indivisible (DONE) 🍭
Poe Dameron one-shots + blurbs (any gender reader)
Fix you up 🍭
Punish me 🔥😤
The fight or flight flirt instinct 🍭😤
L’appel du vide 🌪🔥
Dream a little 🍭🌲
Reader, you married him 🔥🍭
Almost, but not quite 🌪🌲
A cut above the rest 🍭
Cave me in 🔥
Little Victories 🌪🍭🌲
Kiss me warm 🍭🌪😤 🚀
Mixed signals 🍭🌲
Operation H.U.G. 🍭
Pillow Talk 🍭😤
I dare ya 🍭 🌪 (BONUS CONTENT) 🌪
Poke it 🍭
Rally the troupes 🍭
Lost and found 🍭
Holo without you 🍭
Tell it to the stars 🍭
Tiptoe around this (short!reader) 🍭
Deepest, lightest secrets 🍭🚀🔥
There’s only one bed 🍭
Sink then float 🌪
Quack fic 🍭
Kiss me if you missed me 🍭
Working up the courage 🍭
The space between words 🍭
You make me shy 🍭
Poe Dameron’s little book of good things 🌪️
Poe Dameron Protection Squad 🌪️
Poe Dameron one-shots (fem reader)
Rebelle of the ball 🚀🍭
Sex machine 🔥
Nightmares and daydreams 🌪
Love is a casualty of war 🌪 🔥
Make it last forever 🍭
Less sass flyboy, shut up and kiss me 🌪 🔥 🍭
Modern!Poe AUs
Arrivals 🍭
Departures 🍭 (fem reader)
Eye of the Beholder 🍭 (any gender reader)
First Order!Poe AUs
(Violent Delights series linked above too)
Bulletproof 🌪🚀 (any gender reader)
Honey, I’m gonna... 🔥😈 (fem reader)
Hush 🌪🔥 (fem reader)
PDA 🔥 (fem reader)
Reconnoiter 🔥 (any gender reader)
The Slow Knife 😈🔥
FinnPoe + FinnPoe x reader
Indivisible (COMPLETED SERIES, any gender reader) 🍭
Smutty FinnPoe x Reader headcanons 🔥 (any gender reader)
FinnPoe Christmas 🍭
Finn x reader
You are my sunshine 🍭🌲
Poe headcanons
Poe military MedEvac pilot AU
Poe Chat posts
Bad Influence Part Two
And there were only two beds
Gimme the “D”
Fuck the Resistance
Working under you
Striptease not a triptease
Bones
What Poe’s like in bed
Bi, guys
Where were you stabbed?
Poe Dameron and Tony Stark AKA Snarky Space Bois
Search my blog for #snarky space bois for a bunch of Poe and Tony chat posts 🍭
Also: feral sub!Poe and sub!Tony smutty headcanons, here 🔥 (read the notes for bonus content!)
1K notes · View notes
ophelialoveshandsomemen · 3 years ago
Text
A december writing challenge that I will try. If you want to send me one of Oscar Isaac’s characters and a day to write for, go ahead! If I don’t get any prompts, I will be writing my own choices. Ask me if you wanna be tagged!
Female reader or GN reader only please!
I’m more comfortable with female reader, but I can easily write gender neutral. Male reader, however, I am NOT comfortable writing for too many reasons to state here.
Just a warning, I’m not big on cities, so this will feature mainly rural/country settings.
Warning. There may be religious themes in some of these, which I will tag accordingly.
** indicates smut, both light and heavy.
Day 1 - Baking || Vanilla, sprinkles, and chocolate flavored kisses. (Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader)
Day 2 - Frozen Lake || Cold hands, Scarves, and Snow.(Duke Leto Atreides x fiancée!fem!reader) **
Day 3 - Hot Chocolate || Marshmallows, warm hands, and soft smiles.(Abel Morales x fem!reader)**
Day 4 - Cozy Cabin || Patterned rugs, soft blankets, and warm baths.( Santiago Garcia x wife!fem!reader)
Day 5 - Fire Places || Fuzzy socks, soft rugs, and hands intertwined.(Pt.2! Duke Leto Atreides x fiancée!fem!reader .sequel to You’re handsome with snowflakes in your beard.)
Day 6 - Blanket Fort || Fluffy pillows, movies, and snacks(Modern!Poe Dameron x pregnant!fem!wife!reader)
Day 7 - Catching a cold  || Tissues, savory soup, and cuddles.(Llewyn Davis x fem!reader)
Day 8 - Snowed In || Candles, snow drifts, and quiet.(Mikael Boghosian x fem!reader)
Day 9 - Sledding || biting wind, cold noses, and laughter(Laurent Leclaire x fem!reader. Canon era.)
Day 10  - Winter Market || Murmuring crowds, rows of stalls, and the smell of food.(Blue Jones x gn!reader)
Day 11 - Snowball Fight || Heavy breathing, footprints in the snow, and warm hugs.( Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader. Part 2! sequel to Kisses of Chocolate.)
Day 12 - Lonely  || Gloomy skies, soft blankets, and a warm fire. ( William Tell x fem!reader)
Day 13 - Warm Bath || Bubble bath, soft music, and gentle hands. (Richard Alonso Munoz x fem!reader. Part 3! )
Day 14 - Homemade Meal/Cooking || Savory spices, hot meals, and family. (Mikael Boghosian x wife!reader)
Day 15 - Sleigh Ride || Sleigh bells, foggy breath, and the smell of cedar.(Nathan Bateman x fem!reader)
Day 16 - Mistletoe || Warm lights, smoke, and friends.(Jonathan Levy x fem!reader)
Day 17 - Gingerbread || Icing on their cheek, smell of cinnamon, and playful kisses.
Day 18 - Sunsets || Golden hour, towering pine trees, and warm coats.
Day 19 - Movie Nights || Laughter, snacks, and cuddles. (Nathan Bateman x fem!reader.)
Day 20 - Hiking || Rough ground, crisp morning air, and sunrises.
Day 21 - Sweaters || Cozy feelings, goosebumps, and comforting hands.
Day 22 - Unique Traditions || Smiles, acceptance, and making memories.
Day 23 - Proposal || Nerves, candles, and a tasty meal.
Day 24 - Holiday Traffic || Car horns, comforting words, and snow.
Day 25 - Lazy Mornings || Soft blankets, familiar arms, and the morning light.
Day 26 -Furry Friends || Shining eyes, the pitter - patter of paws, and that fuzzy feeling in your chest.
Day 27 - Roasting Marshmallows || Roaring bonfires, laughter of friends, and gooey marshmallows.
Day 28 - Huddle for Warmth || Warm bodies, steady breaths, and comforting feelings.
Day 29 - Holiday Lights || Holiday music, bright colors, and joy.
Day 30 - Fireworks || Loud booms, sparkling light, and a breathtaking kiss.
Day 31 - Wild Card || write anything you want!(Victoriano ‘El Catorce’ Ramirez x fem!reader)
228 notes · View notes
dreamlandcreations · 3 years ago
Text
Misc. masterlist
Tumblr media
❌ dark(ish) ||🔥 smut || 🧸 fluff/soft ||⚡ angst || 💔 soulmate!au || 🌎 au || 🎱 mention of reader’s sexual orientation || 🤍 gender neutral reader (otherwise it's probably fem reader) || ✨ reader description (mostly just implied) ||🎗miscarriage / infertility / reader not wanting kids || ❤️‍🩹 not quite angsty but it’s definitely in the “it hurts” category
see the
• Main Masterlist •
for Boba Fett, Santiago Garcia, Andromache, The Darkling, Billy Russo, Outcome 3, Poe Dameron, Nathan Bateman, Duke Leto Atreides, Alfie Solomons, Bishop Losa, Eddie Munson, Stranger Things (Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Billy Hargrove, Max Mayfield, 11), Eames, Tommy Conlon, James Delaney, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, William “Ironhead” Miller, Xenk Yendar, Aemond Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Shanks (OPLA)
Star Wars
Jango Fett
Just a simple man - Jango Fett x half alien!Reader
Summary: You save him and he shows you there is more to life than fighting…
Meeting • Trust • Stay 🔥🧸 • Life 🔥🧸 • Death⚡
Speak Freely (epilogue of Just a simple man) ⚡🧸 - Boba Fett x half alien!Reader
Summary: Boba hasn’t spoken Mando'a since the death of his father…
Darth Maul
Beauty and the Beast - Darth Maul x Queen of Naboo!Reader ⚡
Summary: Maul is tasked to keep you in line while his master’s plan comes together on Coruscant…
Marvel
Bucky Barnes
Imagine: Birthday Party, Avenger style
True Love’s Kiss - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) 🔥⚡🧸🌎
Summary: The King of Northern America is engaged to the beautiful Princess Natasha of the Russian Empire, too bad he is falling for someone else…
Happily Ever After (part 2 of TLK) - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) ❌🔥⚡🧸🌎
Summary: Wanda returns to have her revenge…
Steve Rogers
True Love’s Kiss - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) 🔥⚡🧸🌎
Summary: The King of Northern America is engaged to the beautiful Princess Natasha of the Russian Empire, too bad he is falling for someone else…
Happily Ever After (part 2 of TLK) - Steve x Bucky, (Steve x Natasha) ❌🔥⚡🧸🌎
Summary: Wanda returns to have her revenge…
Tony Stark
Doctor Strange
Pietro Maximoff
Erik Killmonger
Loki
Grinch green - Loki x Maximoff!Reader
Summary: Being paired up on a mission with Loki ends up changing your relationship with the moody god…
Elektra
Casual fun - Elektra x Reader 🔥(🎱)
Summary: Riding high on adrenaline, you find something else to ride too…
Matt Murdock
Thor
Imagine: Birthday Party, Avenger style
X-Men
Erik Lehnsherr
Charles Xavier
Remy LeBeau
Apocalypse
Lord of the Rings
Thranduil
Legolas
Haldir
Éomer
Foundation
Brother Day
Day & Night - Brother Day x Reader ❌🔥⚡🧸
Summary: You can’t resist a challenge and what could be more daring than changing the fate of an Empire but you didn’t calculate with the obstinate nature of Day…
Triple Frontier
Benny Miller
Little Miller - Benny Miller x Will’s BFF!Reader 🔥
Summary: You are Will’s new bestie and everyone (except the two of you) thinks you’re gonna end up together but your love-hate relationship with his lil’ bro takes an interesting turn when you find out his call sing, that they never actually use…
Dog Soldiers series (Love, Death & Robots - Shape-Shifters AU)
Part 3 - Benny Miller
Gentlemen
Raymond Smith
A deal is a deal - Ray Smith x half Asian!Reader 🌎
Bribing • The Offer • Deal • Business🔥⚡ • Pleasure 🔥🧸 •  All’s fair… 🧸
Summary: You make an offer and you get yourself a Ray of Sunshine with the deal…
This is a terrible idea - Ray Smith x aristocrat!Reader
King Arthur - Legend of the Sword
King Arthur
All Hallows Eve - King Arthur x mage!Reader ⚡🧸
Summary: Staying at the castle, you train Arthur so he can wield the sword properly. When All Hallows Eve arrives, the dead wants to be heard…
The Legend of his Queen (part 2 of AHE) - King Arthur x mage!Reader ⚡🔥🧸
Summary: You fell in love with the King, even though you knew his destiny was to fall for someone else…
Good Omens
Crowley
Aziraphale
Vikings
Ragnar
Ubbe
Ivar
Teen Wolf
Derek Hale
We are even - Derek Hale x hunter!Reader
Summary: You work with the Argents but you play by your own rules…
Chris Argent
Enola Holmes
Sherlock Holmes
Bride (to lover) - Sherlock Holmes x Reader 🔥⚡🧸
Summary: A marriage of convenience. You never expected it to be anything else…
Narnia
Caspian
*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸
made up fic title: The Summer Prince
Witcher
Geralt
Vilgefortz
Darkness Within series - Vilgefortz x Calanthe’s daughter!Reader ❌🔥⚡
Summary: He found you when your mother sentenced you to death, he took you in and taught you everything you know, then he found out just how special you are…
Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon
Robb Stark
The Wolf and the Lion - Robb Stark x Lannister!Reader
Summary: Stranger, betrothed, enemy, prisoner, wife, lover, traitor, saviour, captor…
Tyrion Lannister
Alicent Hightower
Imagine Alicent seducing you...
Star Trek
Khan
Spock
Bones
James Bond (No Time to Die)
Paloma
The Enemy of My Enemy - Paloma x Villain!Reader 🔥⚡
Summary: Your relationship with her is complicated but you have to take aside your differences because Bond needs you both to save the world this time…
Harry Potter (Marauders/Fantastic Beasts )
Sirius Black
*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸🤍
made up fic title: Serpent's Heart
Percival Graves
Westworld
Logan Delos
*Dating the Darkling / Billy Russo / Logan Delos / Caspian / +Sirius Black headcanon 🔥⚡🧸
Venom
Eddie/Venom
*Misery loves company - Venom x Reader x Eddie
Summary: You harbour Eddie’s fugitive ass and put up living with the dysfunctional couple because you became friends with Venom after he saved your life.
Peaky Blinders
Tommy Shelby
Zablife Story Share - Chapter 6 Tommy Shelby x Solomons!Reader, written for @zablife's Story Share collab
Summary: A few months ago Tommy woke up to find his wife gone, along with half his fortune. Now he is prepared to make a deal with the devil himself if he can get her back...
Imagine Tommy coming to you all bloody after meeting with Alfie
John Shelby
Polly Gray
made up fic title: The Devil's Gift
Mad Max
Max
Hero - Max x Reader 🤍
Inuyasha
Sesshōmaru
Imagine being some kind of cat yōkai
Imagine that you are the daughter of Ryūkotsusei
Imagine dying from poison
Kraven the Hunter
Sergei Kravinoff
Temptation
Silver Silence
changeling!Sergei Kravinoff x Carter!Reader (Psy-Changeling AU)
Summary: Control. Precision. Family. These are the principles that drive the youngest Carter, who is the director of the new agency that is meant to protect the three races and the fragile peace between them. If only the new leader of a powerful predatory changeling pack wasn’t so distracting and destructing…
TRESE
Maliksi
Sandman
The Corinthian
Imagine the Corinthian hunting you…
Imagine Dream taking you to his realm...
Imagine being an immortal and the Corinthian falling for you...
Gen V
Jordan Li
Imagine that your power is that you are able to mimic other powers…
Imagine Jordan being too insecure to ask you out but not for the usual reason…
Imagine thinking that Jordan is trying to intimidate you…
Once Upon a Time
Cyrus
OUATIW Cyrus Scenes GIF: part 1, ...
One Piece (OPLA)
Dracule Mihawk
Imagine Mihawk finding you, a weapon maker, extremely fascinating…
Imagine that Mihawk is sent to capture you…
Imagine that Mihawk is sent to capture you… (2)
Imagine getting a reputation among the Marines because you survived a duel with Mihawk…
Imagine that you are the reason Mihawk gave up his Marine hunting ways…
made up fic title: The Girl with the Laurel Tattoo
Roronoa Zoro 
Vinsmoke Sanji
6 Underground
Billy/Four
Sons of Anarchy / Mayans M.C.
Jax Teller
made up fic title: We are what lies beyond
Angel Reyes
made up fic title: Where the squirrels burrow
90 notes · View notes
writing-in-april · 4 years ago
Text
Happy Birthday Old Man
Nathan Bateman x Gender Neutral Reader
Tumblr media
Summary: Nathan’s feeling nihilistic on his birthday— mostly hating on his looks. You show him how wrong he is.
A/N: AhH I’m so excited for my first Nathan fic 🥰 thanks for pushing me to write the fic for worshiping Nathan’s bald head and beard @writefightandflightclub ! I’m hoping I did ok with Nathan’s characterization 😫This is all for Oscar Isaac’s birthday which also happens to be on MGG’s birthday!! So that’s why there’s two fics tonight! Happy birthday to Oscar Isaac 🥰 Requests are open and thanks for reading!
Warnings: Nathan having an existential crisis about his age— and implied age gap, one sexual innuendo, heavy drinking
Main Masterlist Word count: 1.1k
Something was wrong with Nathan, much more than usual. Though some people would say that there’s always been something wrong with him, mainly due to how big his ego can be.
His ego seemed to have taken a bit of a bruising though by the skittish way he had been acting all day. At first you had thought you had maybe done something to make him even more aloof than he already was. But, he usually would’ve been much more brusque with you, he seemed more somber today.
Today happened to be his birthday, you assumed that must be the culprit for some reason. Though, normally when a holiday he despised came around to be celebrated the day was filled with blunt jokes about consumerism and commercialization.
He had been typing away all night and well into the morning which, again, wasn’t that odd of behavior for Nathan. But, it was the stench of alcohol that permeated through the stark halls and the sad eyes he flashed you that let you know that something was off.
When you had first gotten into a relationship with him you had given him the ultimatum to not drink so heavily as you were afraid he would drink himself to death with the sheer amount he had been consuming. The compromise was a hard one to reach, but he had eventually agreed as you were the only person he had ever wanted to truly stay before. He had surprisingly taken your words to heart, only drinking a glass of wine at dinner now and maybe a glass extra when you two were feeling a bit more fancy.
After you had thrown away the empty bottles you made your way into his office where he was still typing away furiously as if he was trying to take out his feelings onto the keyboard.
When you took your usual place perched on his lap with your chest facing his own he tensed, like he had only done the first few times you had done this. Now that you had been together for quite some time your place on his lap was a sure thing, either clothed or naked most of the time.
You didn’t push him to speak, you only moved closer to his chest to wrap him up tighter and began to rub circles with your thumbs on his head.
You were quite used to silence around Nathan as he found great solace in it at times, this was a different type of silence though. This was a silence so stark you could feel it creeping all the way through you, making you shudder slightly. When he felt your shoulders rumble from the shudder it was as if something in his mind clicked to remind him that you were there and he spoke just a little,
“I’m old…” Ah, he was having an existential crisis because it happened to be his birthday. He never had wanted to celebrate it and you respected that, only putting a little bit more effort in on the day by cooking his meals instead of Kyoko. Though his words concerned you, you had been with him for a few years now and he had never voiced his concerns about aging out loud
However, he always was a bit nihilistic so you weren’t that surprised that once he reached a certain age that his impending mortality would slap him in the face instead of letting him live in blissful ignorance thinking of himself as some sort of god. Though, you would still not characterize him as old.
“You’re not old.” You said simply not wanting to hide behind flowery language, you knew he wouldn’t appreciate that.
“You deserve someone younger, someone who’ll be around to take care of you longer.” You scoffed a little, a little irritated that he thought you needed to be taken care of. But, you knew he meant well, he knew you could take care of yourself as you had shown him time and time again. It was just a very Nathan way of phrasing it.
“Well you’re sure a sap today, Nathan.” You joked in hopes of lightening the mood. Instead you were met with a glare from Nathan that made you quiet again, resuming stroking his head.
After a while of tense silence he spoke again, “Why would you want to be with someone like me? I’m an asshole with a bald head and a graying beard.”
“Thought you would know by now how much I
love that beard of yours- and your bald head.” Was your response while you moved your hand up to the top of his head to stroke it. It wasn’t like he had never voiced his insecurities to you before, but that was when he was wasted before you guys had gotten together, he definitely didn’t remember it. You moved your other hand to simultaneously stroke his wiry beard before speaking again, “And- your my ass hole and I love you for it.”
You lent down to kiss his nose lightly. Normally he would have wrinkled it and pulled away while calling you a sap, the fact that he didn’t made you frown a little. He definitely was feeling down if he didn’t have a crack back at your remarks. But, you continued to try to comfort him as he had not moved away from you.
You lent down again to kiss right between his furrowed brows set deep with worry. Sighing lightly he let his furrowed brows relax some, hopefully helping melt some of the other tension he held in his body.
You lent down again for the third time to kiss right on top of his head lingering a bit longer than you had for the previous ones. In your head you were imagining whispering praising phrases about how much you loved his bald head and beard, maybe someday he’ll be open to listening to all of the praises you had for him.
Until that time you tried communicating your praises through your touch and your eyes as you looked into his own deep almost onyx irises. Once you could feel him relax into you, like he finally trusted your words you decided to try and cheer him up again, “Happy birthday, old man.” And, this time I finally got a laugh out of him.
——
Tag list (message me if you want to be added):
All works:
@shotarosleftpinky @90spumkin @kyra-morningstar @s1utformgg
Nathan Bateman (new tag list):
112 notes · View notes
goaways-stuff · 4 years ago
Text
Masterlist
Who I write for
SUPERNATURAL:
Sam Winchester
Dean Winchester
Castiel
Possibly Jack??
Jared Padalecki
Jensen Ackles
Misha Collins
Genevieve Padalecki
Daneel Ackles
THE CONJURING:
Ed Warren
Lorraine Warren
MOON KNIGHT:
Steven Grant
Mark Spector
Jake Lockley
Layla El-Faouly
Arthur Harrow
Oscar Isaac
THE MANDALORIAN:
Din Djarin
THE LAST OF US (2023):
Joel Miller
Tommy Miller
Pedro Pascal
ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE:
Miguel O'hara
Peter B. Parker
GRAVITY FALLS:
Stanley Pines
Stanford Pines
THE ROOKIE:
John Nolan
Tim Bradford
Jackson West
Lucy Chen
Angela Lopez
Nyla Harper
Aaron Thorsen
Wesley Evers
THE ADDAMS FAMILY (1991):
Gomez Addams
Morticia Addams
OTHER:
Lin-Manuel Miranda
Doc Ock/ Otto Octavius (Spiderman)
Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)
Basil Stitt (Lightningface)
Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)
Poe Dameron (Star Wars)
What I write and don't write for:
I will pretty much write for almost any kink. These are the ones excluded:
Hard ddlg/ddlb (I will do daddy kink, but I will not write a straight up little space smut)
Scat Kink/Play
Hard Pet play (I'll write for things like collars or something, but being caged and constantly constantly on all fours, acting like an actual pet is a hard pass for me)
Incest
Beastiality
Anything with Feet
Fisting
**Never feel embarrassed to ask about any kinks/fetishes that aren't on the list. I don't kink shame (publicly) (Even if I'm judging you in my head, but nevertheless, I may still write it for you)
I only do x readers right now, but I will do a pair x reader :))
I mostly write for gender neutral readers, but I also write for trans or cis male readers. I do not write for female readers for free (I would accept commissions to write fem readers). I will do AFAB! gender neutral readers, though. All of my works are trans reader friendly.
If you have any questions, feel free to send an ask in my inbox.
REQUESTS ARE OPEN :)
☆what to include in your request
Palestine🇵🇸🍉- links to help
•Educational
•Daily Click
•Donate
this link is a gofundme for CareForGaza, a nonprofit organization dedicated to supporting displaced families in gaza by distributing necessities such as food, period products, diapers, baby formula, and so so much more. To see how donations are used, follow @/ CareForGaza on Twitter to see the many many Palestinians helped by this organization.
•Doctors Without Borders Gaza
•Operation Olive Branch
This link has multiple options to donate directly to different families in Gaza as well as donating to those distributing supplies.
109 notes · View notes
aellynera · 4 years ago
Text
Frayed Wires (Nathan Bateman x Reader)
FRAYED WIRES (Nathan Bateman x Reader)
(so i decided i may turn the drunk texts thing into a series? i decided at least to do one with Nathan because...well...it’s Nathan. the poem he quotes is Ozymandias by Percy Bysshe Shelley, who was incidentally married to Mary Shelley, the author of Frankenstein (or: The Modern Prometheus) which is also kind of appropriate for Nathan and anyway i sat down today and this happened.)
Word Count: 2122(ish)
Summary: All you want to do is sleep. All Nathan wants to do is talk.
Warnings: Language, naturally.
(Nathan’s texts are in bold. Your texts are in bold and italic.)
Tumblr media
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
You reached blindly for your phone as it rattled on the bedside table. You had no idea what time it was but you did know it was the middle of the night, your phone should not be going off, and you had gotten entirely too little sleep. Like, maybe two hours worth. You were so tired and groggy that you made the mistake of checking your messages before you actually even thought about what you were doing.
Do you ever think about the meaning of life?
I mean like really think about it.
Why we’re here, why the sky is green and the grass is blue?
No wait that’s not right.
You sighed and buried your face in the pillow. It was 3:27 in the morning and Nathan was texting you. Which was just odd anyway, since he knew where your room was and it was much more his style to just walk in and start a random conversation with you in person. 
He was probably drunk.
And now he could see that you had read the messages, so you were going to have to reply, or he really would show up at your door. Technically it was his door, it was his house, you just worked for him and stayed there, but the point was you were not in the mood to deal with him at all right now, and most decidedly not in the flesh.
You rolled your eyes before sending him a reply. You really should just ignore it, but...you were annoyed. Nathan was annoying. And it was now 3:30 in the morning and you were going to push a few buttons. Figuratively AND literally! your sleep-deprived brain cheered.
And things like why is water wet and air is invisible?
YES exactly see that’s why I want you.
I’m sorry?
Your brain. I want to pick you up. Your brain I mean. Pick your brain.
You just want me for my brain, huh?
You have a very nice brain.
Yep, Nathan was definitely drunk.
Not that him being drunk was anything out of the ordinary. But a few hours ago, when you were both in the lab testing some of his most recent ideas about the AI code, he had seemed...normal? Well, normal for Nathan anyway. He wasn’t irritated, he wasn’t condescending, he was actually (you honestly could not believe you were even thinking this) pleasant to be around.
You had been working for Nathan as his personal assistant for a few months. It was a promotion for sure over being a code slinger in a cubicle, but sometimes you honestly wondered what made you say yes to this bizarre existence. It was a beautiful house, beautiful scenery, interesting and highly intellectual conversations...when Nathan was sober.
There was also something you could never quite put your finger on. Something that was shifting as the weeks went on and you spent more time working alongside Nathan in the lab. As you spent evenings eating sushi and steaks and whatever else you were in the mood for that night (most nights, he actually let you choose the menu, you realized.) As you took afternoon walks around the estate, just taking in the scenery. As you debated various philosophies and ideas and theories and tried your damndest to prove Nathan wasn’t always right about everything. He almost seemed like he appreciated it all, but he would never say anything.
And you weren’t about to open that can of worms. Especially when he wasn’t sober.
How drunk are you right now?
On a scale of shitfaced to really fucking blitzed I would say I’m feeling no pain.
Jesus Christ. Well that was obvious. It was obvious just from the fact that he was texting you. Nathan was so uptight about security and data leaks and wiretapping and signals being hijacked (he’d admitted to doing it himself, so he did have a point) but had decided, after much insistence from you, that rigging the cell phones to only work inside the compound was an acceptable idea. It was so vast, you’d said, and what if something happened and one of you was all the way across the house or down in the lab, how were you supposed to let the other person know? It made sense at the time.
Now you were vaguely regretting it.
You could count on one hand the number of times you’d actually considered your boss to be pleasant to be around, and you still had your thumb left over just in case you needed to add to that tally.
At least personality wise. He was definitely pleasant to look at. Very pleasant.
You coughed and cleared your throat. That was not a line of thought to travel right now. The proper course of action was to get him to stop texting you.
A few minutes passed in glorious silence. Maybe a new, shiny thought had occurred to him and he was madly writing it down on a Post-It note. Maybe he just got bored and went to get a new drink. Maybe he’d finally just passed out and---
What are you thinking about?
Dammit. How to make you shut up, your brain snapped back. How to get you to let me sleep. How good your arms and shoulders look in that tank top after you’ve been hitting that punching back and you’re flushed and sweaty and…. Oh no. No no no. Stop it right now, brain.
Nathan hated to beat around the bush. Straightforward was the best policy with him, right?
How to get you to shut up and let me sleep.
Wonderful, glorious silence for exactly forty-six seconds.
Bro...that’s...so not cool.
Okay, this was getting ridiculous. Why were you participating in this? Why was he? You narrowed your eyes and looked toward a corner of your room. You hoped he could see you glaring into the camera that you knew was there and that he was watching while he was texting you. If not, you were sure he would watch it in the actual morning and you hoped the look was withering enough to make him think twice. Probably not. Because this was Nathan Bateman.
Your incredibly narcissistic, incredibly intelligent, incredibly attractive...stop it brain.
But he was pushing your buttons right back. Neither of you could ever really back away from an exchange like this..
I’m not your “bro”, Nathan. Please knock this shit off.
Dude, it’s a figure of speech.
I’m not your dude, either. Please just stop talking.
What’s wrong with dude. Dude is a gender neutral term, anyone can be a dude. Guys are dudes, chicks are dudes, dudes are dudes
Yeah, well, you’re kind of being an asshole, dude.
Dude. Chill.
Turning my phone off now.
No, wait, don’t. I’m sorry. I’ll stop.
Now that was...unexpected. Nathan Bateman just apologized to you? For being a drunk asshole in the middle of the night? Your eyes narrowed again. Suspicious.
You’ll stop texting me so I can go back to sleep?
No not that. I’ll stop calling you dude.
Oh for the love of...you closed your eyes and briefly considered the merits of hurling your phone at the surveillance camera.
Nathan, seriously, can we please just leave this until the morning?
A whole minute of wonderful, glorious, blessed silence this time. You couldn’t believe he might be considering this.
You were right.
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away
If a brain cramp was an actual thing, yours would most certainly be doing it now. You could barely even process it. He was drunk as hell and he was quoting poetry to you? You supposed you probably shouldn’t be entirely surprised, he’d quoted Oppenheimer once in a worse stupor (which you could only quantify because he had actually passed out that time.)
Are you fucking serious right now.
What.
Are you fucking quoting Ozymandias to me right now?
I am.
You couldn’t get the color of the sky right earlier, and now you’re just flawlessly quoting philosophical Romantic poetry at me?
I am.
You are not a normal person, Nathan Bateman.
What is normal anyway, besides really fucking boring? Who wants to be normal?
I would like to be somewhat normal, at least between the hours of midnight and 8am.
See, I knew there was a reason I liked you.
That was the second time he said that, you noted. You found it hard to believe. Nathan liked his work, his routine, his own brain. He liked talking about his work and how smart he was. Other than telling you that you were doing a great job, he barely handed out a single compliment, and if he somehow accidentally did, it was so backhanded you weren’t sure you could actually define it as one.
You mean you like my brain.
Well, yeah, your brain is fucking amazing. It has to be if you work with me.
I work for you, Nathan, not with you. But thanks?
No, no, see, that’s where you’re wrong. You work with me. We’re like partners. None of that employer employee bullshit.
Oooookay now I am one thousand percent sure you are completely piss drunk.
I am but that doesn’t make it any less true.
You could almost hear him saying those words in your head. You could see the way his eyebrows went up, the intensity in his eyes, the way he held his finger up to make the point.
The thought made your brain go slightly fuzzy, and not from exhaustion. Because now you were wide awake. Damn him.
Okay, Nathan, I’ll bite. What do I have to do to get you to stop doing this right now?
There was a pause before he answered, and you swore you’d heard a phone alert that wasn’t your own. It sounded like it was coming from...oh no, he wasn’t…
Getting tired of typing. Can I come talk to you for a while?
Are you outside my door right now?!
You heard the phone chime very clearly this time. He was, definitely.
I am.
You sighed, deeply. So deeply.
Is that really a good idea?
I think it’s a great idea.
Nathan, being serious here.
You could have sworn you heard him sigh from the other side of the door. He could have just come inside. It was his house, his keycard worked on all the doors.
But the door didn’t open.
So am I. Please can I come in? My mind just won’t shut off and I really am fucking drunk but talking to you is helping but tired of typing shit out, I’d rather say it to you.
I wanna see you. And tell you how sexy your brain is.
And that I like you for more than your brain.
And you knew in that instant there really was only one way to get him to shut up. And it was to just let him talk. It made sense, in an oddly Nathan kind of way. What’s the worst that could happen, really? He’d come in, you’d talk, he’d eventually pass out, maybe you could get a couple more hours of sleep, and then in the morning you’d either talk about it on a very deep cerebral level or you’d just pretend it had never happened at all. 
A press to the door release button on the side of the table and the latch let go. The door opened, revealing Nathan standing on the other side. Still wearing what he’d been wearing in the lab earlier that night, black lounge pants and that tight white henley he seemed to love so much. The corner of his mouth turned up in the most miniscule of smiles, but it was there.
You were about to toss your phone back onto the bedside table, when the text alert went off again. You shot an exasperated look in his direction, but gamely checked the message.
Did you mean what you said before? About biting?
You glanced up at Nathan and saw that the sliver of a smile had taken over most of his face and his eyebrows had raised to emphasize his question.
You didn’t say anything. You didn’t text him back. You just nodded your head to the empty spot next to you in your bed.
You had a feeling you weren’t going to get any sleep tonight after all.
~end~
taglist: @anetteaneta​ @rosemarysbaby13​ @darksideofclarke​ @girlwiththemostcake​ 
(taglist is open, let me know if you’d like to be tagged for future fics)
120 notes · View notes
Text
Tense
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
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
Tumblr media
“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.
Tumblr media
Thank you for reading!
@pleasurebuttonwrites @raven-rk @campingwiththecharmings @alexxavicry @whatthefishh
@romanarose @strangerhands @saturn-rings-writes ho
@steven-grants-world  @eyelessfaces @angel-of-the-moons @minigirl87 @lunar-ghoulie
@silvernight-m @autismsupermusicalassassin @apesarecuul @reallyrallyauthor @basicalyrandom
@alwaysmicado @mangoslushcrush @marc-spectorr @spxctorsslxt @novarosewood 
@pygmi-cygni @hammerhead96 @emma23 @sub-aro @killerdollz
 @maplemind  @mwltwo @loonymagizoologist @dameronshandholder @queerly-anxious
@homuraak3mi @swiftiegirliepop @oscarssimp @milkypompon @eternallyvenus 
@mandytrekkie @lounilu @avengersinitiative2012 @pigeonmama @marcsb1tch 
@iolaussharpe-24 @chaithetics @DowBaStan @faretheeoscar@lonelyisamyw-0love 
@queerponc @twwcs @Spnwhore2430 @mari-thesimp @ominoose
@krakenkitty @purple-amaranthe @marcsb1tch  @howellatme @sapphossongbird
@marcsb1tch @pigeonmama @ierofrnkk @have-you-seen-my-sanity @mystic-writings
If you'd like to be taken off the tag list please let me know here
172 notes · View notes
Text
Need You
Tumblr media
Nathan Bateman x GN!Reader • Rating: PG •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •
Summary: Nathan wants to go to sleep.
A/N: Guess who's being all sappy againnnn.
Warnings: fluffy fluff fluff, self-indulgent as HECK, swearing, Nathan being a little shit, reader being a little shit too, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!
Word Count: 758
Tumblr media
You hear Nathan before you see him, practically stomping down the corridor. Most of the time he was surprisingly light footed and took a perverse glee in sneaking up on you at any available opportunity. So that fact that he was being so obvious about where he was now was most certainly to send you a message. 
The message of: hurry the fuck up and come to bed. 
You couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your lips. 
As the office door opened you pretended to ignore it, not even looking up from your screen as you typed. 
Out of the corner of your vision, you could see Nathan’s outline in the doorway, his hands on his hips as he watched you, the air of unimpressed rolling off him in waves. 
You count the seconds in your head, one, two, three, four…
“What the fuck are you doing?” He grumbled, padding into the room and standing next to you. 
“Working.” 
“It’s late.”
You don’t look up from your screen. “So?” 
“So?” 
“So?”
He groans. “Fucking turn that off.” 
You school your face into a scowl, despite the fact you want to giggle, and glare at him. “I’m working, you’re always working weird hours.”
“You were working five minutes ago, you were looking at lego sets.” He crosses his arms.
“Monitoring my computer?” You smirk.
“Always.”
“It’s research.” You stress.
“No, it’s not.” 
You turn back to your computer screen, but don’t even bother to pretend to hit the keys. 
Nathan lets out a humph. 
“Why do you want me to stop looking at Lego sets?” You ask as innocently as you can, looking back up at him. 
Nathan swallows, still scowling. 
You smile, sickenly sweet as glee runs through your veins. Slowly, you move to go back to what you were doing, purposefully moving languidly to drag the seconds out.
He breaks sooner than you thought he would.
“Fine, I’ll buy you every fucking Lego set that has ever been made, hell, I’ll buy you three. One to build, one to keep and one to burn-”
“That’s a waste, Nathan.”
He ignores your interjection, but he rolls his eyes at you, “if you just turn off the computer.”
“Why?” You don’t look at him. 
He grumbles again.
“Why Nathan?” You ask in a sing-song voice. 
“Don’t make me say it.” He mutters.
“Sorry?” You cup your hand to your ear in an over the top fashion just to tease him, “I didn’t catch that?” 
He groans, flopping his hands to his sides, looking momentarily like a toddler about to throw themselves on the floor for not getting their own way. 
“I want to go to sleep.” He huffs out.
“Sorry?” You can’t help but push him.
“I want to go to sleep.” He repeats, louder and clearer, and definitely with more exasperation.
You look up at him, giving him your full and undivided attention. “So?” 
He glares at you, a storm brewing on his forehead. But instead of saying something rude or marching off, he takes a deep breath. “I would like to go to sleep with you in bed next to me,” he pauses for half a second, pushing the frown from his face before he adds, “please.”
Surprisingly the word isn’t said begrudgingly. 
He catches the small flicker of shock on your face and he kneels down next to you, battering his eyes dramatically and putting his hands on your knees. 
“Please come to bed with me?” He says in an awful baby voice. 
You burst out laughing. “Stop, don’t ever do that fucking voice again.”
“Why?” He blinks harder, continuing the voice and somehow making it worse. 
You playfully go to push his cheek softly away, but he catches your wrist in his hand lightening fast as he kisses your wrist. 
“Please?” He repeats, still babyfied. 
“Will you stop that voice if I say yes?” You giggle. 
And he nods looking up at you softly, still battering his eyes. 
You snort. “Alright. You’re so silly.”
“No?” He grins and kisses your palm.
“Yes. All you needed to do was admit you’d like me to come to bed with you.” 
“Hmm,” he snuffles closer on his knees, pushing your legs lightly apart. “Need me to tell you I need you, huh? You that pathetic?” He teases.
“Yes.” You say bluntly, smiling, knowing that’s not what he expects.
There’s a flicker of surprise for a second before a soft smile pulls at his lips. “I need you, baby,” he says silkily, knowing that’s not what you expect either.
Tumblr media
Thank you for reading!
@pleasurebuttonwrites @raven-rk @campingwiththecharmings @alexxavicry @whatthefishh
@romanarose @strangerhands @saturn-rings-writes @lonelyisamyw-0love @queerponcho
@steven-grants-world  @eyelessfaces @angel-of-the-moons @minigirl87 @lunar-ghoulie
@silvernight-m @autismsupermusicalassassin @apesarecuul @reallyrallyauthor @basicalyrandom
@alwaysmicado @mangoslushcrush @marc-spectorr @soft-girl-musings  @spxctorsslxt
@novarosewood @pygmi-cygni
If you'd like to be taken off the tag list please let me know here
170 notes · View notes
Note
Nathan Bateman.. more like.. nathan masturbateman... hah got 'em
Tumblr media
Nathan Bateman x GN!Reader • Rating: M •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist• ko-fi •
A/N: I am, once again, apologising for my sins.
Warnings: pining, masturbation, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!
Word Count: 636
______________________________________
Nathan huffs through his nose, his jaw clenched tight. 
He shouldn’t be reduced to this. To jerking off sitting at his desk all because you’d knocked on his office door five minutes ago and set a mug of green and peppermint tea on his desk. Your fingers lightly grazed his when he reached for it. 
You’d smiled at his grumbled, ‘thanks’. Mistaking his low voice and hard stare for grumpiness instead of focus and absolute horror at his sudden, very obvious, but thankfully hidden under the table, arousal. 
You’d wished him a good day, your own drink in your hands as you left the room to go about your day. 
This was ridiculous. Stupid. Nonsensical. 
He moved his hand faster, trying to bring himself to his peak as quickly as possible. 
At first, he’d tried to ignore it. Tried to will it away. But after a minute of no work, and his body’s seeming need for all play he’d given up and pushed his shorts to his ankles. 
He hadn’t asked you to bring him a drink. Had never even mentioned it. You just did it all on your own. To be nice. To him. Even though there wasn’t any immediate gratification for you. Maybe you had a weird kink where being kind to others got you off. Yeah. That made sense. That was the only thing it could be.
Nathan hissed, his hips jerking upwards despite his orgasm dancing just out of reach. 
It wasn’t fair. 
The first time he’d got hard around you he hadn’t thought much of it. Why would he? It was a normal reaction. You were the first person he’d been around that wasn’t designed by himself in months. And there were subtle things he’d made note of to work into the design of his androids to make them more real. It only made sense that his body would react. 
And then it happened again, and again, and again. And again. 
To the point that all you had to do was say his name in that sweet voice of yours and he’d be a full mast in less than a second. 
Other things didn’t interest him so much anymore. Which at first had just pissed him off, but now it was starting to become worrying. He couldn’t even get off with an android’s mouth around his dick, but had cum in his pants listening to your voice when you made a video call. 
He didn’t want to think about you. Didn’t want to imagine your hand on him, how you’d slide it down his chest and- 
Nathan moans so loudly that he curses, embarrassment bubbling along his veins. 
He didn’t get embarrassed. He didn’t get flustered over anything sexual. Anything that brought pleasure. He was Nathan Fucking Bateman for god’s sake. 
But still, he bit his lip, holding back a sob as he traced his free hand down his chest and cupped his balls, imagining it was you. 
God, he was pathetic. 
He came almost the instant he squeezed, cum splattering against his desk and keyboard as he called out your name. 
“Fuck,” he groaned as aftershocks rattled through him, annoyed at the mess on his equipment. 
He hastily grabbed a couple of tissues and began to wipe up the largest spill, when there was a worried knock at his door. 
He didn’t even get a chance to say anything before you’d opened it and poked your head around. 
“Nathan, you okay? You called for me?” The fret on your face quickly turned into something else when you took in the sight of him. Softening dick in one hand, a cum soaked tissue in the other, his shorts around his ankles. 
He swallowed. For once in his life at a complete loss for words. 
“I…” You said softly. 
Nathan’s cock twitched. 
____________________________________________
Thank you for reading!
@pleasurebuttonwrites @raven-rk @campingwiththecharmings @alexxavicry @whatthefishh @romanarose @strangerhands @saturn-rings-writes @lonelyisamyw-0love @queerponcho @steven-grants-world  @eyelessfaces @angel-of-the-moons @minigirl87 @lunar-ghoulie @silvernight-m @autismsupermusicalassassin @apesarecuul @reallyrallyauthor @basicalyrandom @alwaysmicado @mangoslushcrush @marc-spectorr @soft-girl-musings  @spxctorsslxt @novarosewood
If you'd like to be taken off the tag list please let me know here
289 notes · View notes
Text
Project Blue Book
Tumblr media
Nathan Bateman X GN!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi • request info •
Summary: It's time Nathan gave you some answers.
A/N: Look, this is just me being silly and having a giggle.
Warnings: overuse of italics, swearing, not beta read, typos, talk of aliens and alien fucking, kisses, please let me know if I've missed a warning.
Word Count: 978
Tumblr media
“So when are you gonna tell me about the aliens?” You lean back in your chair, your heels on the table, your laptop perched precariously on your thighs. 
Nathan gives you a look over the top of his glasses, glancing up from the circuit board he was soldering. He eyes your comic slippers for a second, seemingly giving the frog designs an individual glare. 
“What the fuck are you talking about?” He sighs.
“The aliens.”
“The what?”
“Aliens, UFOs? I’ll look up a dictionary definition for you if you’ve never heard the word before.” You tease and he scowls. 
“I know what the word means dumbass.” 
“You sure don’t seem like you do, or is this part of a test?” 
He sighs. “What?” 
“A test? You know, keeping stuff top secret? Deep throat? Cigarette smoking man?”
He rolls his eyes and goes back to his work, “You watch too much X-Files.” He grumbles.
“Yeah, but you got the reference.” 
He smiles in spite of himself. 
“So, when are you gonna tell me about them.” You put your laptop on the side, your feet on the floor as you roll your chair closer to him. 
He doesn’t look up. “I say this with all the energy I have: what the fuck?”
“Blue Book.” You lean closer. 
He pauses soldering, an unimpressed look crossing his face. But you know he loves the attention really. 
“Aliens. What’s the deal?” 
“Are you high?” 
You snort.
“Because if you are,” he gives you another glare, “I want some.”
“Project Blue Book, it’s a code name by the American air force about UFOs.”
He gives you a blank look.
“Are you seriously telling me you didn’t know?” You pause, “you’re such a sci-fi nerd, I highly doubt it.”
He puts the soldering iron down. “Did they breach my copyright? Have I got to send a cease and desist?” He sounds sincere, but you know Nathan. What he sounds like doesn’t mean anything. 
“It was like a term in the fifties, I doubt you’d be able to sue.” 
He shrugs, “I could try.” 
You groan and flop back into your chair, “Are you for real? You really didn’t know? I was so sure you got some secret alien communications.” You pout playfully, “I was hoping for some nonsense about your androids really being made so you could send them into space to talk with extra terrestrials.”
He frowns, “And why would I send androids?” 
“Because they wouldn’t age when you gotta travel like, 50 million light years or something.” 
“What’s the point in contacting aliens if I don’t get to meet them and fuck them?”
“Nathan!” You snort, despite trying to keep a straight face. 
“What?” He shrugs again.
You tut. 
“If there’s aliens I’m gonna fuck them.” 
You laugh, “What if they’re like Aliens aliens, trying to lay their eggs in you?” 
“Sounds hot.” He grins. 
You giggle and shake your head.
“Plus, the tongue is like another mouth, which I think,” he swivels around in his chair, giving you his now full, undivided attention. “Would give an amazing blow job and-”
“She’d bite your dick off.”
“Nah, nah, nah,” he shakes his head, “my dick’s too hard for that.”
You burst out laughing, “What?” 
“What I just said.”
“Nathan-”
“It’s rock hard at all times, could deflect bullets, it has in fact.”
“It has?” You can’t get over the silly expression he’s pulling. It’s stubble, a little glimmer in his eyes and a smile at his lips, but it’s so very endearing. 
“Sure, it’s saved my life, saved other people’s lives. Just,” he mimics hitting a baseball, “smacks the bullets right outta here. In fact, it’s super dangerous, because when it deflects them it actually makes the bullets go faster in whatever directly they’re hit, so,” he breathes in deeply, like this was a serious issue, “could hurt bystanders.” 
“Are you having fun?” You laugh, resting your elbow on his work table, your chin on your hand. 
He nods. 
“Fucking nerd.” You tease, grinning.
“Says you.”
“Says me?”
“You’re the one talking about UFO conspiracies.”
“Okay first,” you sit up, wriggling a little in your seat as you raise a finger, about to start on a shpeal. “Project Blue Book wasn’t a conspiracy, it really happened. I was just being a shit about the aliens bit, UFOs don’t mean aliens, they mean-”
He leans forward quickly and kisses you. 
The action takes you by surprise, how his lips feel against yours, how his beard brushes against you. He tastes a little of that stupid fennel toothpaste he uses, the one that he proclaims is the best for your gums but tastes like an overload of aniseed and salt. The one that you tried once and never again. The one that you tease him for using at any given opportunity.
But now you lean closer, your hand on his cheek as you lick into his mouth, trying to swallow down any essence of the taste. 
He groans a little as your tongue strokes his, his hum is pleasant as it vibrates into you. He slides his hand to your waist, pulling your chair even closer to him. The heat from his palm permeates into you, soothing your muscles, making you ease even further into his touch. 
When he pulls back after a long moment, he sighs. It’s the smallest, sweetest sound through his nose, a low grumble of contentment in his chest. He presses his forehead against yours for a second.
You swallow and he opens his eyes at the sound, moving back a fraction. 
“If I’d known that would shut you up, I would have done it ages ago.” He grins. 
You mock gasp, playfully pretending to hit him on the shoulder. “You’re the worst.”
He giggles, scooting his chair closer to you whenever you move away, “Don’t worry, I’ll kiss it better.” 
Tumblr media
Thank you for reading!
@pleasurebuttonwrites @raven-rk @campingwiththecharmings @alexxavicry @whatthefishh
@romanarose @strangerhands @saturn-rings-writes @lonelyisamyw-0love @queerponcho
@steven-grants-world  @eyelessfaces @angel-of-the-moons @minigirl87 @lunar-ghoulie
@silvernight-m @autismsupermusicalassassin @apesarecuul @reallyrallyauthor @basicalyrandom
@alwaysmicado @mangoslushcrush @marc-spectorr @soft-girl-musings  @spxctorsslxt
@novarosewood
If you'd like to be taken off the tag list please let me know here
120 notes · View notes
Note
I saw your hc post with Nathan with a feminine s/o and the part where he liked listening to her talk and that got me thinking about this. He would love it if his s/o played piano. Like, he puts a piano in places like the living room and his office just so when he's there he can listen to them play. Sh maybe you could make a small hc post based on that idea
Ahh, I love this! Sorry it took me so long to post!
Tumblr media
Nathan Bateman GN!Reader • Rating: T•Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | requestinfo• ko-fi •
Warnings: Soft!Nathan , swearing, over use of italics, typos, not beta read, railroad sentences, please let me know if I've missed a warning!
Word Count: 455
Tumblr media
Oh my gosh, literally pianos everywhere. You have to tell him to calm the fuck down. 
“Do you want a new piano?” “No, you bought me five already.” “Do you need one in a different colour?” “No.” “What about another grand piano for the-” “Nathan.” 
Doesn’t pester you to play for him, but is very happy whenever you play. Even if you’re trying out a new piece and feel like you're constantly messing up, he’s just 100% heart eyes at all times.
Will, however, act like he isn’t if you call him on it. 
If you’re playing and it isn’t within his earshot you’re gonna get a series of, ‘why aren’t you playing near me so I can listen?’ type messages.
You end up just practising near him so he doesn’t complain. 
You call him a baby (affectionate) about it. 
He says he isn’t and sulks for 3 hours. 
When you find him you show him a little song you’ve written for him. 
He gets a little over emotional that you made something for him. And tries to hide it. (He does a bad job.)
Asks you to teach him how to play.
He understands the theory really well, but gets annoyed when he can’t play perfectly after 30 seconds. 
“You’re really good Nathan!”
“I’m shit.”
“You can’t expect to play it perfectly the first time.”
“Why?”
You roll your eyes. “Because you have to learn the muscle memory, you couldn’t box amazingly the first time you tried could you?” 
“I could.” 
“Fuck off.” 
You give him little lessons every day, which he adores. He progresses well, he’s obviously trying really hard, but after a couple of weeks, you realise he’s doing it more to spend time with you and to share in something you enjoy than to become a master at it. (Which surprises you.) 
He likes calling you ‘bossy’ when you tell him to practise or play something. This morphs a little and sticks into a nickname, ‘boss’. 
Whenever he’s on a conference call and someone asks him to do something he doesn’t want to, instead of saying a flat ‘no.’ he just starts shrugging and saying ‘you better ask the boss.’ 
He does not explain this to anyone, causing a lot of confusion (which he loves). 
No one has any idea that you’re ‘the boss’ until a rare in-person event when Nathan isn’t being his hermit self and he refers to you by the nickname in front of a couple of staff. 
What you expect to be the end of the joke turns into people asking and emailing you for permission and sign offs. (And to get Nathan to do things.) 
Nathan finds this all hilarious and will not correct the situation.
Tumblr media
Thank you for reading!
@pleasurebuttonwrites @raven-rk @campingwiththecharmings @alexxavicry @whatthefishh
@romanarose @strangerhands @saturn-rings-writes @lonelyisamyw-0love @queerponcho
@steven-grants-world  @eyelessfaces @angel-of-the-moons @minigirl87 @lunar-ghoulie
@silvernight-m @autismsupermusicalassassin @apesarecuul @reallyrallyauthor @basicalyrandom
@alwaysmicado @mangoslushcrush @marc-spectorr @soft-girl-musings  @spxctorsslxt
@novarosewood
If you'd like to be taken off the tag list please let me know here
129 notes · View notes
Note
what would nathan bateman do if he found his girl crying?
I mean… he’s the one that made her cry so…?
Joking, joking, joking!
Honestly I think it depends on what has made you cry. 
Book/TV/Film/Song/Any Piece of Media:
He’s buying the rights to it and destroying it. (Only lets up when you say you actually like the piece of media.)
Hormones for whatever reason:
Kisses your cheeks repeatedly, and lots of cuddles. “Come sit on my lap so I can hug you while I work.”
Mental Illness:
He’s not working today, he needs to hang out with you and have a brain care day. He will probably encourage you to go for a walk.
Another Person:
He’s looking up hitmen for hire right now. 
An Imaiment Object: 
It’s already in the bin.
Him:
Depending on the situation - 
Is annoyed over an argument you’ve had, but still doesn’t want you to cry. 
Will send you a link for hitmen for hire with the caption ‘I’ll pay for the hit on myself.’
Doesn’t outrightly apologise but will come and silently hug you. 
Will send you a badly photoshopped photo of himself in the bin.
If it’s crying from laughter he’s very happy.
154 notes · View notes
Note
i dont know if youre taking requests but if youd like to, would you write a comfort fic with nathan bateman where the reader has really severe anxiety and panic attacks? i really love your nathan fics and barely anyone writes him, especially not the way you do
I am and thank you so much for the request! (I have such a soft spot for this silly man.) And thank you so much for your kind words (I am so terrible at expressing how much comments mean to me.)
(Also I am assuming you suffer from panic attacks, as do I, I hope you're okay and are doing well💚)
Tumblr media
Any Time
Nathan Bateman X GN!Reader Rating: T Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged? | request info
Warnings: Panic attacks, swearing, typos! Railroad sentences! Soft!Nathan being a big softie, please let me know if I've missed a warning!
Word Count: 683
_______________________________________
You weren’t sure what set it off. Whether it had been one thing, or a combination. At the very least, if you had been sure of the cause you could try to avoid it in the future. 
But here you were, in the middle of the kitchen, clutching the countertop so tightly that you probably could have ripped the marble in two. 
You knew what it was. Had had so many by now that they should have been routine. The fact that you knew it was a panic attack should have been enough to calm you, to settle your breathing and the crushing weight in your chest. 
Instead the air caught in your throat and somehow didn’t seem to make it to your lungs. The dread built and grew until your bones were shaking under the weight of it. 
This was going to last forever. This wasn’t going to end. This was-
“You okay?” Nathan’s voice cut through your internal dialogue like an air horn. It was too much. And only added to sickening compression around your throat. You didn’t want him here. Didn’t need him to see you like this.
Talking was practically impossible. 
You shook your head, and managed to release the counter just long enough to wave your left hand dismissively. I’m fine.
“Hey, hey, hey,” you didn’t hear him walk towards you, but you felt his hand on your clammy shoulder. Warm and cold at the same time, too heavy, too much.
You shrug him away, looking down, trying and failing to control your breathing. To get a hold of yourself. 
“Sorry, hey, sorry,” he held up his hands. “Look at me okay?” 
You shook your head. Little spots of swirling colours were starting to appear at the corners of your vision. You were going to be sick. You were going to fall down. You were going to be-
“Look. At. Me.” 
The firmness of his voice seemed to pull at your limbs, moving you before you even had the chance to register what he had said.
“You’re okay. It’s alright.” He nodded, keeping his voice calm and soft. “You’re gonna breathe with me alright,” he took in a breath through his nose. Over exaggerating the action and holding it for four seconds before he breathed out through his mouth. 
He repeated the process, composed and sure. Breathing in, breathing out, breathing in, breathing out. 
“You’re doing great, you’re okay,” he repeated between breaths. 
Breathe in, breathe out. 
“Doing so good, baby.”
You missed the pet name, didn’t see the flicker of self consciousness that flashed across his face at his slip of the tongue.
“You’re safe, nothings gonna happen.”
You tried to match him, at first failing miserably. But slowly both of your chests started to rise and fall in rhythm. 
He continued to talk while you started to calm, the shaking in your hands lessening. 
“You know how many panic attacks I’ve had?” He didn’t wait, or want a response. Just letting you focus on your breathing. 
“So many. Hundreds, thousands maybe.” Nathan continued. “One always sticks in my head, I’d messed up some really basic coding. I was tired and stressed and it was really fucked up. And I just… broke.” He shrugs. “Panicking all by myself at half four in the morning.” 
He smiles. “Thing is, the coding was just for a project I was working on. No deadline, no one else was gonna see it. I wasn’t letting anyone down, no one’s life was at risk and still… it was like my body was crumbling around me. Just,” he motions towards his chest. “Imploding. Suffocating me.” 
He smiles again, but this time it’s at you. One of those rare, soft Nathan smiles. 
Your breathing is a lot better, a lot closer to normal.
“Can I get you some water?” 
You nod and Nathan helps you to sit at the kitchen table before he brings over a glass. Ice cubes are floating at the top. 
He sits down next to you as you gulp half of the water down. 
“Thank you.” You whisper.
“Any time.” 
____________________________________
Thank you for reading! Want to be tagged?
Taglist: @pleasurebuttonwrites @raven-rk @campingwiththecharmings @alexxavicry @mystinky-butt @cocodiem @oscarisaacsspit @mbakubabe @whatthefishh @romanarose @pimosworld @boredzillenial
If you'd like to be taken off the tag list please let me know here
151 notes · View notes