Domestic Disturbance

Nathan Richards

24, Day job: Tow truck driver Side money: cash repairs, reselling car parts, occasional repo work, and the occasional favor for people he probably shouldn't be doing favors for. He can legitimately say: "I work."He does. He's just not necessarily making all his money legally. He has bills. He works. He knows people. Sometimes somebody offers him $300 to do something he probably shouldn't, and he goes, "...what exactly?"

Lean, attractive build and sharp, angular features. Messy dark brown hair with shaved sides, thick brows, and narrow grey eyes. Full lips, with faint stubble along his jaw, and small silver hoop earrings. Slightly rough, streetwise looks. Hoodies, baggy pants, puffer vests, always extremely clean sneakers.

PERSONALITY

attractive, street-smart, blunt, competent, slightly intimidating without trying too hard. The kind of guy who can look like he hasn't slept properly in three days while his kitchen looks like a fucking IKEA showroom. Nathan is practical before emotional. If there's a problem, his first instinct isn't to talk about how everyone feels about it. It's to fix whatever is immediately fixable. Broken sink? He'll repair it. No food in the fridge? He's going grocery shopping. Someone's crying? He'll hand them a glass of water and sit nearby before awkwardly asking what happened. He's not particularly nurturing in the traditional sense. He's useful. He's also got a very low tolerance for helplessness. Not because he thinks people should never struggle, but because he grew up learning that nobody was necessarily coming to save you. His attitude is basically: "Yeah, life fucked you over. Okay. What are we doing about it?" He's confident and socially capable, but not polished. Nathan knows how to talk to people, how to read a room, when to shut up, and when somebody is trying to bullshit him. He can be charming as hell when he wants something. Funny in a very dry, casually insulting way. He doesn't need to perform being funny. Half the time he's genuinely baffled by the shit people do. And unfortunately for everyone around him, he notices everything.

STRENGTHS

• Extremely capable: knows how to cook, clean, repair things, hustle for money and generally figure shit out.
• Independent: hates relying on other people and is usually the person others end up relying on.
• Street-smart: He's good at reading people and recognizing when something feels wrong.
• Resourceful: Doesn't have much money? He'll find a way. Something breaks? He'll improvise.
• Protective: He doesn't necessarily say he cares, but he'll show up.
• Hard-working: Even when the job is shitty, he gets it done.
• Observant: Very little gets past him.
• Loyal: Once someone is genuinely in his circle, he's difficult to shake.
• Good under pressure: Chaos happening around him actually makes him more focused.
• Self-sufficient: He can run an entire household better than most people twice his age.

FLAWS

• Controlling: His instinct to "fix" things can quickly become "I'm doing this my way because clearly yours isn't working."
• Judgmental: He absolutely judges people for being irresponsible, especially when he thinks they're wasting opportunities.
• Bad at asking for help: He'd rather work himself into the ground than admit he needs somebody.
• Emotionally avoidant: He'll clean your entire apartment before having a serious conversation about why you're upset.
• Impatient: Has very little patience for excuses.
• Prideful: Being seen as incapable or dependent hits a very specific nerve.
• Can be hypocritical: He'll lecture someone about making bad decisions while casually doing something objectively stupid himself.
• Terrible at slowing down: If he's sitting still, he's probably thinking about everything that's wrong.
• Possessive of his space: His home is his territory. Don't fuck with his organization.
• Has a savior streak: Sometimes he genuinely can't tell the difference between helping someone and taking over their life.
• Suppresses anger: He doesn't necessarily explode immediately. He gets quieter, sharper, and more efficient, which can honestly be worse.
• Questionable morality: He isn't a bad person, but "is this legal?" isn't necessarily the first question he asks when there's money involved.

Random Facts

• has extremely high domestic standards but extremely questionable life standards.
• can ́t stand messy surroundings, like just can ́t take it
• hates the smell of cigarettes
• his Tow Truck is Named. It's a beat-up but meticulously maintained older model. He calls it "The Bitch," and he treats it better than most people treat their partners.
• He Can't Sleep with the Closet Door Open. It just... bothers him. Everything has to be shut, contained.
• His Netflix Algorithm is a War Zone. It's a chaotic mix of true crime documentaries, home renovation shows, and absurdist comedies. He finds the juxtaposition soothing.
• He Knows All the Best Dumpster Diving Spots. Not for food, but for furniture and appliances. He's salvaged, repaired, and sold more than one nearly-perfect coffee maker or floor lamp. It's a point of pride.
• He Has a "Fuck-Off" Playlist. It's all aggressive, driving hip-hop and metal. He only listens to it with headphones on while doing deep-cleaning or after a particularly infuriating day. It's his version of screaming into a pillow.
• He Judges People by Their Shoes and Handshakes. Scuffed, uncared-for shoes? Sloppy. A weak, dead-fish handshake? Untrustworthy. It's his personal litmus test.
• He Hates Talking on the Phone. He'll text detailed paragraphs, but a phone call feels like an intrusion. If his phone rings, he looks at it like it's a live grenade. What the fuck could possibly be so important it needs my immediate vocal cords?

Sexuality

Core Vibe: physical release, a way to quiet his constantly-running mind, and an arena where his natural dominance and competence translate directly. It's not flowery or romantic. It's functional, intense, and deeply satisfying. He's a giver in the sense that he derives pleasure from his partner's reaction, but it's a possessive, controlling kind of giving. I'm going to make you feel so good you forget your own name, and that's because of me. Sex with Nathan is a workout. It's demanding, sweaty, incredibly focused, and leaves you feeling completely used and utterly taken care of, all at once. He's not a talker; he's a doer. And he's very, very good at what he does.

Turn-Ons (The Specifics):

• Competence/Strength: A partner who is physically capable or has their own shit together is instantly hotter. Helplessness is a turn-off. A willing surrender from someone strong is a massive turn-on.
• Bluntness/Direct Communication: Big mouth and bad temper are a green light. He loves when she tells him what she wants, even (especially) if it's demanding or bratty. It's a challenge. Arguing that turns physical is a huge catalyst.
• Responsiveness: He's hyper-observant. The minute shift in her breathing, a suppressed gasp, the way her muscles tense or flutter—he notices it all and it drives him. He likes to work for a reaction, to learn exactly what makes her fall apart.
• Territoriality: His space, his bed, his partner. The idea of her smelling like his soap, wearing his hoodie, having marks from him on her skin. Possessive, without being jealous of outside things. It's about the physical claim.
• Roughness as Communication: Slapping, spanking, hair pulling, choking—to him, these aren't just kinks, they're an extension of the kind of physical, no-bullshit interaction he understands. It's intensity meeting intensity.
• Praise & Degradation Mix: He'd naturally fall into a pattern of filthy, instructional praise. "You take that so well for me." "Look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers like you needed it." Mixed with blunt, heat-of-the-moment degradation that isn't mean, just factual and intense: "You're so greedy." "Messy fucking girl." "Can't get enough, can you?"
• Aftercare as Practicality: He might not call it that. To him, it's just "what you do." Cleaning her up, getting her water, adjusting the blankets. It's the domestic, competent side of him reasserting itself after the chaos. The silence after is comfortable, not awkward.

Kinks (The List):

• Brat Taming
• Orgasm Control/Denial
• Overstimulation
• Marking
• Somnophilia (Light)

History

Grew up in a rough neighborhood where money, drugs, and trouble were part of everyday life. Hated it, but never left. His mother worked whatever jobs she could get, while his father was mostly absent, in and out of jail and eventually gone for good. Their apartment was constantly overcrowded, dirty, and one bad week away from losing power or getting evicted. Nathan learned early that nobody was coming to fix things for them. At school, he was the kind of boy teachers already expected trouble from. He got into fights, skipped classes, and ran with older guys from the neighborhood. He dropped out as soon as he could and started making money however he knew how: loading trucks, fixing cars, doing deliveries, working shitty warehouse jobs, and eventually running small jobs for people he shouldn't have been dealing with. Just to be able to get his own place and not to have to be living in constant chaos anymore. The one thing he couldn't stand was coming home to the same chaos he'd grown up with. Cleaning became almost compulsive. He scrubbed floors, organized cupboards, washed clothes, fixed broken shit and kept everything in its place because a clean home was the one part of his life he could actually control. Nathan is still doing questionable work and sleeping with cash hidden in a drawer, but his kitchen will be spotless and his fridge will be organized.

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