#nathan burnett x reader

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2V1

Two against one. Underrated edition!

Peter Parker and Johnny Storm

When he was younger, he never really thought about how ‘popular’ he seemed to be with girls, after getting bit, that is. Johnny’s given him some flack for it before but he never realized how unfathomable his luck was until he had New York’s most eligible bachelor and the girl with a smile that’s disarmed even Namor on his bed, barely dressed and giggly. You and Johnny kiss, holding back a laugh, until you pull away breathless, falling back onto his sheets, a dazed but happy look on your face.

Snap!

And that’s definitely going to be something he’ll need to properly secure.

He watches Johnny nuzzle your bare thigh, warm hands rubbing up and down your calves before he presses his lips against your warmth, and a sweet gasp from you has his pants growing uncomfortably tight.

Your legs tighten around Johnny’s head as you buck against him.

Yes, Peter’s very aware that many would kill to be in his shoes right now. Hell, he’d be tempted to kill anyone in this position that wasn’t him.

Johnny pulls away, face glistening with your fluids before shooting him a fond but exasperated look, “Are you going to stand there like a voyeur or actually join us, webhead?”

“What, need some help?” He retorts, already rising.

“Peter, I think you just like to suffer,” you shakily laugh as he sets down his camera, shucking off his pants and underwear at once.

“Kinda have to like a little pain in this line of work,” he huffs, gently pushing Johnny back an inch before moving you into his arms, reclining against the bed post.

He presses his face against your neck, inhaling, as his thumb rubs circles into your skin.

“See? Isn’t it nice to actually join us?” Johnny teases before kissing him, mouth hot and tasting of you.

“I dunno…think I might need a little more convincing…”

Johnny’s heated stare and your muffled laugh tells him he’s going to be more than lucky.

John Stewart and Shayera Hol

Honestly he should have expected this, you and Shay were always at each other’s throats and always the first to ride for the other, more than willing to fight against hell if it meant the other woman was okay, while throwing in a targeted jab or two.

So watching the two of you clash weapons, nearly destroying the training room, again, he sighs and drags you both into his designated room on the Watchtower, already resigned to having his space trashed as you and Shayera enter a new battle of teeth, as your mouths collide viciously, your hand burying itself into orange locks.

“Don’t try to bite off each other’s tongue now,” he remarks, pressing a hand against his face before stilling at the sudden silence.

“Hah, you’re acting awfully high and mighty when you’re the one that probably enjoys this most,” Shayera comments, a viscous but beautiful smirk on her flushed face.

“Honestly, aren’t you have too much fun playing the enforcer?” You approach him, placing a hand against his chest, nails digging into his uniform.

“Maybe it’s time for you get out of your comfort zone, show some fire…or, don’t tell me you’re afraid, John?”

“The man without fear? Wouldn’t be a really good Lantern, would he?”

Hearing you two laugh, suddenly in sync, as Shayera’s breath hits the back of his neck as your hand travels lower, he knows that nothing has you two on the same wavelength other than a common enemy.

Feeling Shayera bite at his neck, as you sink onto your knees, hand palming his growing hardness, John, once again, resigns himself.

“Don’t think you’re going to need the ring on for this battle, Lantern…”

Is it really resignation if it’s done so happily, though?

Matt Murdock and Elektra Natchios

“She’s a sweet one, isn’t she? I can see why you tried to keep her hidden for so long, honestly I’m tempted in taking her for myself…” Elektra muses, hand pressing against your abdomen as she thrusts into you, red strap on disappearing inside you.

“Don’t,” Matt growls, voice gravelly despite the breathless lit, “even think about it.”

“He’s a possessive devil, isn’t he?” Elektra asks, black curls brushing against your cheek as she presses a kiss against your neck.

“And apparently for good reason,” he retorts, ripping off his mask, as his gloved hand plants itself on your bent leg, looming above you.

She huffs out a laugh, pulling out of you and you resist whining, but judging by the quirk of Matt’s lips, he’s aware of your intent.

“No need to pout, Matthew, not when you have an opportunity to—“ she’s cut off when Matt nudges her out of the way, quickly taking her place and hiking your legs over his shoulders before shoving his face in between your legs, licking up your slit with a groan.

“Like a man starved…” Elektra comments, amusement more than clear on her face, hand stroking your cheek, as she tilts her head.

“I wonder if your appetite is any similar…”

Marshall Ward and Nathan Burnett

Nathan loved Marshall, asshole he may be. That was an undeniable fact. Imagining a life without the man was impossible at this point; Marshall was too deeply entrenched into his very being, especially after gaining the power of the Radiant.

But a small, ugly part of him believed he would always be doing better than Marshall since that always seemed to be the case for their dynamic, but that was before he racked up enough debt that he had to move back home. Marshall, against all expectations, was doing good. He was doing his best as Radiant Black, and everyday Nathan could see him growing. And apparently he wasn’t the only one bearing witness to this change, seeing that his best friend now has a girlfriend. A girlfriend with a nice laugh and lighthearted demeanour that always seemed to make Marshall brighten up. You two are good together, you make his friend happy, and, really, he likes you. With your lame jokes that never fail to make Marshall scoff, and your inquisitive nature that invites him to talk about his writing.

But maybe, when it’s too late to head back home and he crashes at Marshall’s place for the night only to hear some salacious noises from his position in the living room, things become unnecessarily complicated.

He knew Marshall had some tough luck with girls (which he could relate to), but how pent up has he been to still be going at it!? And why were you okay with doing it on a mattress without a bed frame?

In a moment of sleep deprived insanity (or that’s what he tries to convince himself of), he rips open the door of Marshall’s room to be met with aforementioned man making eye contact with him and coming into the palm of your hand.

A moment of mortified silence passes before your face is lit up with an easy smile as you rise from the mattress Marshall is splayed on.

“Don’t just stand there, get over here, Nate,” you beckon him over, white stained hand in the air.

He’s vaguely aware of the ridiculousness of the situation as he approaches you, Marshall’s pants and overt gawking briefly registering in his mind as stumbles onto his knees like a man possessed, as you look down at him warmly, a twinkle in your eyes.

“Come on, have a taste,” you croon as Marshall lets out a choked noise from behind you, “Let’s see if all the pineapple he’s been eating actually made a difference.”

He should leave, shut the door, and try to go back to sleep and forget this ever happened. No way is he going to—

His fingers circle your wrists before he licks up your palm, and he hears your laugh before you grab his arm and toss him onto the mattress, narrowly missing landing on Marshall who jolts in shock, finally speechless for once.

And judging from your grin, he’d be following suit.

This implies the other 2v1 isn’t overrated, but it has Boostle and Viclena😭

Does Nathan want you or Marshall, I wonder…

Masterlist

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me telling myself to stop being a pussy and just post a damn fic already

[eddycurrents]

For the week of 5 May 2019

Quick Bits:

Age of Conan: Bêlit #3 throws a few road bumps in the way of Bêlit’s plans as the Kushites renege of their deal and her drunken “Captain” continues being a jerk. I’m really liking this exploration of Bêlit’s early days from Tini Howard, Kate Niemczyk, Scott Hanna, Jason Keith, and Travis Lanham.

| Published by Marvel

Archie #704 throws some roadblocks in the way of Archie and Sabrina’s relationship through the form of a “Bachelor”-like charity programme set up by Cheryl. I love the even more stylized pastel colour palette from Matt Herms.

| Published by Archie Comics

Batman & The Outsiders #1 is an entertaining debut from Bryan Hill, Dexter Soy, Veronica Gandini, Clayton Cowles. I’ve not read the arc in Detective Comics that feeds into this, but this first issue provides enough information for new readers now to be lost and gives good incentive to check out what’s come before. Great art from Soy and Gandini, with an interesting look inside a team and a compelling start to a mystery about the last survivor from a metahuman generating factory.

| Published by DC Comics

Bettie Page #4 concludes the QE2 aliens caper. Love the art from Julius Ohta, Ellie Wright, and Sheelagh D.

| Published by Dynamite

Bronze Age Boogie #2 continues the strangest Doom Patrol story as the Martian invasion angle has taken hold in the future and a motley crew of heroes bands together to try to stop them. Stuart Moore, Alberto Ponticelli, Giulia Brusco, and Rob Steen are playing with some interesting cross-media influences to tell a highly entertaining tale. It’s rounded out with the usual goodies in the form of prose, letters, and what’s probably my favourite of the back-up strips so far, Major Ursa, from Tyrone Finch, Mauricet, Lee Loughridge, and Rob Steen.

| Published by Ahoy

Conan the Barbarian #6 sees Jason Aaron, Mahmud Asrar, Matthew Wilson, and Travis Lanham tell a story of Conan’s frustrations as a mercenary in the skirmishes between Turan and Stygia. People constantly underestimating Conan is always a fun story.

| Published by Marvel

Deadly Class #38 sees Marcus and Maria return to King’s Dominion. It’s kind of messed up seeing the new status quo, but at the same time the tension that Rick Remender, Wes Craig, Jordan Boyd, and Rus Wooton build here between to old Legacy kids and Marcus & Maria feels like it’s going to explode, suggesting something even worse for the characters is coming soon. It’s very captivating.

| Published by Image / Giant Generator

Detective Comics #1003 reveals the identity of the Arkham Knight. It’s not really anyone you could have possibly guessed, but an interesting addition to Batman’s rogues gallery. Also the cult surrounding the Arkham Knight is certifiably insane. Gorgeous artwork again from Brad Walker, Andrew Hennessy, and Nathan Fairbairn.

| Published by Marvel

The Empty Man #7 goes full Clive Barker as we get an explanation for what the Empty Man really is and how he continues to manifest himself upon reality. I know I keep saying it, but the body horror brought about in the art from Jesús Hervás and Niko Guardia just can’t be stressed enough. Every issue they seem to outdo themselves with creepy and intriguing designs.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

Eve Stranger #1 looks to be another winner for Black Crown. This first issue sets up the titular character as a secret agent who seems to need to reboot her memory every week. Why, exactly, is left unknown, but that’s part of the fun. David Barnett, Philip Bond, Eva de la Cruz, and Jane Heir do a wonderful job here with the action and intrigue. Also it’s great to see Bond doing more espionage tinged action, his art always looks so great telling these kinds of stories.

| Published by IDW / Black Crown

Excellence #1 is a thoroughly excellent debut from Brandon Thomas, Khary Randolph, Emilio Lopez, and Deron Bennett. The world and character building in this first issue is impeccable and the art from Randolph and Lopez will just blow you away. Incredible development of a magic-based society and the class structure therein.

| Published by Image / Skybound

The Flash #70 begins “Year One” promising new insight and occurrences during Barry’s origin story. Given that the last time this happened his mother was murdered, changing the timeline and resulting down the line in Barry trying to fix it with Flashpoint, anything’s possible. The real draw, though, is the stunning artwork from Howard Porter and Hi-Fi. Porter is really giving this his all and it shines through wonderfully.

| Published by DC Comics

Hawkman #12 brings Bryan Hitch’s tenure on the series to an end with the conclusion to “Cataclysm”. This is an excellent, action-packed final confrontation between the legion of Hawkmen and the Deathbringers, setting up a whole Hawkman for possibly the first time and hints as to worse things waiting on the horizon.

| Published by DC Comics

Infinite Dark #6 amplifies the terror and chaos as the dead-ish things exposed to the void start spreading fear and panic throughout the station. Ryan Cady, Andrea Mutti, K. Michael Russell, and Troy Peteri ratchet up the horror here.

| Published by Image / Top Cow

Invaders #5 raises more questions after we thought some things were coming into focus in the previous issue, as Chip Zdarsky, Carlos Magno, Butch Guice, Alex Guimarães, and Travis Lanham continue “War Ghosts”. The tension here on the brink of all out war between the US and Atlantis is incredible, and there are more interesting twists that suggest something far more sinister occurring.

| Published by Marvel

Jim Henson’s The Storyteller: Sirens #2 features a gorgeous adaptation of the story of Chinese mother goddess, Nuwa, by Chan Chau with letters by Jim Campbell. The artwork is amazingly beautiful supporting a very sweet tale.

| Published by Boom Entertainment / Archaia

Justice League Odyssey #9 opens up an interesting thread that Starfire, Cyborg, and Azrael may be unduly under the influence of Darkseid. Dan Abnett is setting up some simmering conflict between Jessica Cruz and the rest of the team here, along with quite a few occult catchphrases thrown in to help amplify the mood.

| Published by DC Comics

Lodger #5 is the end to this excellent crime drama from the Laphams and it is all kinds of messed up. We learn what really happened to Ricky’s family and...yeah. This has been a strange, at times disturbing, ride and they stuck the landing.

| Published by IDW / Black Crown

Murder Falcon #8 is the epic conclusion to this series as Jake and Murf take on Magnum Khaos. Between this series and Extremity, Daniel Warren Johnson has proven himself time and again as a master storyteller and it shines through with the heartrending end to this story. This one goes up to eleven.

| Published by Image / Skybound

Red Sonja & Vampirella Meet Betty & Veronica #1 is an interesting mash-up of the three properties from Amy Chu, Maria Sanapo, Vinicius Andrade, and Taylor Esposito. Some nice fish out of water humour as Sonja and Vampirella acclimate to Riverdale.

| Published by Dynamite

Savage Sword of Conan #5 concludes “The Cult of Koga Thun” from Gerry Duggan, Ron Garney, Richard Isanove, and Travis Lanham. Some interesting twists in this finale of what has been a highly entertaining adventure.

| Published by Marvel

She Could Fly: The Lost Pilot #2 sees Martín Morazzo cut loose again with some of the designs and presentation for Luna’s dreams and schizophrenic episodes.

| Published by Dark Horse / Berger Books

Star Wars: Age of Rebellion - Boba Fett #1 features some incredibly rich artwork from Marc Laming and Neeraj Menon. Great detail throughout this story spotlighting Boba Fett’s cold, silent amorality.

| Published by Marvel

Star Wars: Doctor Aphra #32 begins “Unspeakable Rebel Superweapon” as Aphra and her young protege steal the titular MacGuffin. There’s some interesting flashbacks to Aphra’s youth and it’s great to see Caspar Wijngaard doing more Star Wars art, even if just the flashbacks.

| Published by Marvel

These Savage Shores #4 is a sumptuous feast. Ram V, Sumit Kumar, Vittorio Astone, and Aditya Bidikar are elevating the artform of comics which each subsequent issue. The epistolary narrative, the horror and mythological themes, the plays upon the nine-panel grid, the shadowy character designs, the lush and spooky colours, the overlap with historical events, the unique approach and detail in each character’s missive...just one of these elements would result in an entertaining tale, this comic mixes all of them into a superlative package. You’re doing yourself a disservice if you’re not reading this series.

| Published by Vault

The Unstoppable Wasp #7 throws Nadia a birthday party, wherein she learns of her relations to what seems like half of the Marvel universe. Also, issues a death threat to Tony Stark. It’s cute, from Jeremy Whitley, Alti Firmansyah, Espen Grundetjern, and Joe Caramagna.

| Published by Marvel

War of the Realms: New Agents of Atlas #1 sets up the conflict in the Pacific with Sindr while introducing a swath of new international characters to the Marvel universe. Also, Amadeus Cho continues to be a massive idiot, even at his shrunken size. Great art from Gang Hyuk Lim and Federico Blee.

| Published by Marvel

Wonder Twins #4 sets up the twins with a pair of dates, allowing for some hilarious misadventures. Also, Polly seems to have a weird obsession with testicular cancer. Mark Russell, Stephen Byrne, and Dave Sharpe continue the fun, even though this one kind of takes us away from all ages material.

| Published by DC Comics / Wonder Comics

Wyrd #3 opens up the messy can of worms of Wyrd’s past further as a figure out of the past he can’t remember emerges for a “meet”. Great tone and atmosphere for this story from Curt Pires, Antonio Fuso, Stefano Simeone, and Micah Myers.

| Published by Dark Horse

X-Force #7 begins “The Counterfeit King” from Ed Brisson, Dylan Burnett, Damian Couceiro, Jesus Aburtov, and Joe Caramagna as past and present threaten to collide. Some nice character development for the team as they wait for Deathlok to do his thing.

| Published by Marvel

Other Highlights: Accell #20, Age of X-Man: Apocalypse & The X-Tracts #3, Battlestar Galactica: Twilight Command #3, Betty & Veronica #5, Black Hammer: Age of Doom #10, By Night #11, Captain America #10, Captain Marvel #5, Catwoman #11, Curse Words #21, Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man #6, Gunning for Hits #5, Hack/Slash vs. Chaos #5, Hit Girl: Season Two #4, House of Whispers #9, Ice Cream Man #12, James Bond: Origin #9, The Last Space Race #4, The Long Con #9, Marvels Annotated #3, Oberon #4, Ronin Island #3, Section Zero #2, Shadow Roads #7, Six Days, Spider-Man/Deadpool #50, Star Wars Adventures #21, Supergirl #30, Symbiote Spider-Man #2, The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl #44, Unnatural #9, Vindication #4, War of the Realms: Journey Into Mystery #2, Wasted Space #9, Waves, Wonder Woman #70

Recommended Collections: Accell - Volume 4: Slipstream Dream, Beyonders - Volume 1, Blackbird - Volume 1, Doctor Who: The Thirteenth Doctor - Volume 1, The Freeze - Volume 1, Justice League - Volume 2: Graveyard of the Gods, Pearl - Volume 1, Quantum & Woody! - Volume 2: Separation Anxiety, Red Sonja/Tarzan, Spider-Gwen: Ghost Spider - Volume 1: Spider-Geddon, Star Wars: Age of Republic - Villains, Thor by Jason Aaron: Complete Collection - Volume 1, The Woods: Yearbook Edition - Volume 1

d. emerson eddy feels like a frappuccino.

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Happy Hour

Nathan Burnett x gn Reader

Summary: Nathan’s night out goes from disappointing to unexpectedly pleasant when he decides to chat with the cute bartender.

cw: drinking (duh lol), mentions of sex

a/n: I haven’t shared fanfiction online since I was like 13 so I’m lowkey scared to post this but I hope you enjoy!

Well this was…something. What was supposed to be a “fun” night of drinking and partying had now turned into an awkward air of solitude for Nathan.

He always had a feeling JJ and Brayden wouldn’t last. JJ was easily swooned by Brayden more so for his good looks and luxurious lifestyle. And Brayden was equally interested in JJ’s model-like appearance. Nathan couldn’t blame him. His ex-girlfriend was a pretty woman.

He just didn’t expect the breakup to happen tonight. Nathan’s still cringing thirty minutes later, the memory of them screaming over each other and the loud music of the club second hand embarrassment.

He can’t see them from the bar. He doesn’t know if either of them left, or if they’re hooking up with someone else in the bathroom. He sees Elisabeth and Micah dancing with some other people. Nathan can’t tell if they were trying to brush off what had happened between their friends, or if they couldn’t give any less of a fuck. Knowing them, it was most likely a blend of the two.

It’d been a few months since Nathan moved back to Los Angeles. The rides he did for Drivr were actually starting to make a dent in his debt, and his novel was coming along nicely. Just needed to get the second act over with, which he could argue was the hardest and worst part of a novel to write.

He had a vision of his story’s beginning and end, but the middle part was where things started to get murky. He could also argue the second act was the best part of a story. That was where all the excitement was, the thrill, the fun. It was like the cream in the oreo. And now he was comparing his crime novel to cookies.

“What a mess.” Nathan muttered to himself. Referring to his thoughts, and the outcome of JJ and Brayden’s relationship.

“Rough night?” He felt himself being pulled back into reality hearing the voice of the bartender, and the sound of a glass sliding over the wood and to him. Nathan turned around in the stool. You were a few years younger than him, perhaps in your late twenties, but you were attractive and had this playful air to you.

“Pardon?” Nathan said, his throat feeling strangely dry.

You chuckled before speaking again. “You seem tense. What’s the matter? Got your heart broken? Dumped right on the dance floor?”

He couldn’t help but laugh with you and at your teasing. “More like I witnessed it.” He looked back again to see JJ and Brayden were back, screaming at each other once again. The side of Brayden’s neck had rosy nude lipstick stains on it, a stark contrast to the coral shade JJ put on that night. The hickies on his skin didn’t help either. As shitty as it must have felt, Nathan could see how tousled her orange curls had gotten, her sparkly blue dress not quite adjusted.

You whistled. “Damn. What’d they do? Cheat on each other?”

Nathan shrugged. “Eh, they just got sick of each other.” He takes a sip of his drink. “‘You don’t do this, you do that, you’re unbelievable, let’s solve our obvious problems in need of couples therapy with an expensive Italian dinner and missionary.’”

You were quiet for a moment and he thought he said too much, had gone too far with his mocking. But then you started laughing. And not the type where you heard a joke that didn’t land but laughed anyway out of politeness. It was the type of laugh where all you were able to do was giggle and try to gulp down air to breathe, only to laugh all over again. It was as if Nathan said the funniest thing on earth to you.

He felt the way his eyes softened, his body relaxing from the tension he was carrying from tonight. The way your lips were painted into a genuine smile, your cheeks fuller and rounded. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and he noticed how long your eyelashes were, a gentle curve at the ends of them. He almost didn’t catch what you said next.

“You must have some interesting friends.”

Friends. Is that what JJ and Brayden were to Nathan? Micah and Elisabeth were alright but the others? It was a gray area. “You could say that.” He settled on.

You hummed at that, as if considering whether or not to say something. Eventually, the words left your mouth. “You don’t sound so sure.”

Many people came to the club to party and have a good time, while others slumped to the bar to drown their sorrows in tequila, cocktails, and gin. Nathan himself tapped on the glass of bourbon in his hand with his nail, in contemplation. You had a habit of putting yourself in the role of both bartender and emotional support, allowing those with a heavy mind and heart to pour out their feelings as you poured them another drink.

Nathan let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Eh, it's complicated nowadays.” He began. His time back in Lockport changed him, both physically and in mind. Who knew becoming a superhero with your best friend, going into a coma, and winning an alien robot war was all it took to get his shit together? “I had a lot of time to think it over and I guess…”

“You guess?” You urged him when he trailed off.

He takes a pause, trying to word what he wanted to say in a way that wasn’t too blunt or too vague. “I’ve known them for years.” Nathan turns around to gesture to Brayden far off at the back of the club, still fighting with JJ. “He’s my ex roommate and a total dick.” His gaze then goes to JJ. “And she’s my ex-girlfriend.”

Nathan then chuckles, but it’s a bitter sound. “It’s kinda funny. A few weeks before they got together, we were getting close again. She called him a douche whenever I brought him up and swore she wasn’t sleeping with him. And then bam! A month passes by and she’s in his arms and bed, wearing nothing but his stupid fucking shirt that’s too big for her and-”

Nathan pauses the rant and cringes at himself. God, he sounded pathetic. “Sorry, I just-” He exhaled. “I thought I didn’t care anymore but maybe a part of me is still hung up over it.”

To his surprise, you had paid full attention to his frustration and nodded. “I get it, really. It’s hard when someone you still got a bit of an itch for gets with someone you can’t stand. But hey. If she’s easily swooned by Italian dinners and mediocre sex, maybe you dodged a bullet. And it’d be a shame to see an interesting guy like you moping all night so, cheer up would you? Have a drink, dance the night away, kiss somebody.”

Nathan raised a brow and couldn’t stop the smirk that spread across his lips. “You think a guy who just bitched and moaned about his misfortunes is interesting?” He asked, unsure if he heard you right.

You chuckled. “I mean, you’re not black out drunk, hitting on me, or seem like most assholes around here. So, sure.”

He couldn’t help but laugh with you. “Yeah, I’m not really from here.” When you grew a look of curiosity he found oddly cute, he decided why the hell not, and elaborated. “I’m from Illinois. Lockport.”

“I’m from Illinois too. Rockford.” You said.

Nathan grimaced. “Lot of crime in that area, did you move for university or something?” When you nodded, he hummed. “I did too.”

“Really? What do you do for a living?”

“I uh,” Nathan wasn’t sure how he should answer. Saying he was a cab driver sounded lame. Would you start questioning him no matter what he said? He decided to bite the bullet anyway. “I’m a writer.”

“Huh.” You said, now more intrigued. “Like, Books and stuff?”

“Trying to.” He said, with a small smile. “I’ve come out with a few shorts but nothing major yet. I’m actually working on my first full length novel right now.” He doesn’t mention that he’s been working on said novel for years.

“Nice.” You smiled back which made his stomach feel tingly. He wasn’t a damn lightweight and carried his alcohol well so he was in no way drunk. “So what’s it on? Fantasy? Sci-fi? Maybe a fucked up horror where they all die at the end?”

Nathan laughs, and suddenly you feel hot. Which is normal for L.A, but the club was air conditioned. You were wearing a t-shirt and your pants were of a thin material. “Just a simple crime thriller. Nothing too crazy.” He then looks you over and raises his drink.

“For a crime novel anyway.” He mutters before putting the rim of the glass between his lips and taking a sip, still keeping eye contact with you.

Maybe it was the flashing lights of red, green, blue, and purple in the back. Maybe it was the drumming beat of the music that was matching the rhythm of your heart rate. Or maybe it was the chestnut shade of his hair that paired so well with his eyes. They were a brown you hadn’t seen much of before. Under the low lights of the bar, they resembled pools of warm, smooth caramel. You just felt so drawn to him.

“Well then.” You say, not feeling quite tethered to the outside world. Once he set his glass down, you clinked on it with two fingers by making a flicking motion. “Here’s to writing and getting some better friends.” He laughed and you got that feeling again.

You were tempted to ask him for his name when you felt a pair of eyes on you. You turned to your left to see your coworker giving you a dirty look. Probably for slacking off.

You swallowed and turned your attention back to him one last time. “As much as I would like to keep this up, I gotta tend to all the other sad drunks in this joint.” You joked, trying to mask your disappointment.

Nathan hummed, feigning nonchalantness. “No, I get it. It’s your job.” He looked down at his now empty glass. “I honestly think I’m done here anyway.” He got up, slipping some cash on the table and slid the crinkled papers over to you.

“Thanks for the drink. Have a good night.” He said, before walking away and into the multicoloured part of the club, through the crowd and out of sight.

You sighed to yourself. Damn. You should’ve gotten his name. He was pretty handsome. You collect the dollar bills before your hand feels a smooth post it paper. You set the money down and read the note. It’s a bunch of numbers. You blink, as if the lights were playing tricks on you. But it was there, written in black ink.

A man just gave you his number, and you still didn’t know his name.

But the corners of your mouth still curled upwards.

a/n: I was gonna post a marshall fic too but I think I’ll save it for tomorrow since issue #35 will be out by then. I hope this wasn’t painfully boring lol :)

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OMG! I love you fic of Marshall. I totally love it! I never thought I could find anither fanfic about him! You're gonna write another fic about him? (Or Nathan, either of them are good. Or maybe the two of them with Reader) 🥰🥰🥰

HI TYSM!! 💞💞 I was not finding fics of Marshall or radiant black in general so I thought might as well do it myself lol. I’m on summer break so I’m defo writing more fics of him and nathan (and other characters!). Also I am SO tempted to make a fic with both Nathan and Marshall with the reader bc I’m messy like that lol but I’m still not really sure how that would pan out so we’ll see 🤭

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HAIIII SAME ANON FROM LAST THE LAST ASK I ❤️ ur Marshall fic. I need to consume it actually. it SOO GOOD !!!

part two 4 both the Marshall n Nathan fic…mebbe… ??

HIII OMG THANK YOUUU I REALLY APPRECIATE IT 💐💐💐

also yes I’m defo making more parts for both fics lol

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JUS FINISHED UR NATHAN FIC….its so good I adore it so much !!! The way u write him is jus <33

AWWWW THANK YOU 🥹🫶🫶 I was so nervous about mischaracterizing him lol but I’m glad you liked it :)

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FUCKING TWO BAD BITCHES AT THE SAME DAMN TIME 😩 SAME DAMN TIME

2V1

Two against one. Underrated edition!

Peter Parker and Johnny Storm

When he was younger, he never really thought about how ‘popular’ he seemed to be with girls, after getting bit, that is. Johnny’s given him some flack for it before but he never realized how unfathomable his luck was until he had New York’s most eligible bachelor and the girl with a smile that’s disarmed even Namor on his bed, barely dressed and giggly. You and Johnny kiss, holding back a laugh, until you pull away breathless, falling back onto his sheets, a dazed but happy look on your face.

Snap!

And that’s definitely going to be something he’ll need to properly secure.

He watches Johnny nuzzle your bare thigh, warm hands rubbing up and down your calves before he presses his lips against your warmth, and a sweet gasp from you has his pants growing uncomfortably tight.

Your legs tighten around Johnny’s head as you buck against him.

Yes, Peter’s very aware that many would kill to be in his shoes right now. Hell, he’d be tempted to kill anyone in this position that wasn’t him.

Johnny pulls away, face glistening with your fluids before shooting him a fond but exasperated look, “Are you going to stand there like a voyeur or actually join us, webhead?”

“What, need some help?” He retorts, already rising.

“Peter, I think you just like to suffer,” you shakily laugh as he sets down his camera, shucking off his pants and underwear at once.

“Kinda have to like a little pain in this line of work,” he huffs, gently pushing Johnny back an inch before moving you into his arms, reclining against the bed post.

He presses his face against your neck, inhaling, as his thumb rubs circles into your skin.

“See? Isn’t it nice to actually join us?” Johnny teases before kissing him, mouth hot and tasting of you.

“I dunno…think I might need a little more convincing…”

Johnny’s heated stare and your muffled laugh tells him he’s going to be more than lucky.

John Stewart and Shayera Hol

Honestly he should have expected this, you and Shay were always at each other’s throats and always the first to ride for the other, more than willing to fight against hell if it meant the other woman was okay, while throwing in a targeted jab or two.

So watching the two of you clash weapons, nearly destroying the training room, again, he sighs and drags you both into his designated room on the Watchtower, already resigned to having his space trashed as you and Shayera enter a new battle of teeth, as your mouths collide viciously, your hand burying itself into orange locks.

“Don’t try to bite off each other’s tongue now,” he remarks, pressing a hand against his face before stilling at the sudden silence.

“Hah, you’re acting awfully high and mighty when you’re the one that probably enjoys this most,” Shayera comments, a viscous but beautiful smirk on her flushed face.

“Honestly, aren’t you have too much fun playing the enforcer?” You approach him, placing a hand against his chest, nails digging into his uniform.

“Maybe it’s time for you get out of your comfort zone, show some fire…or, don’t tell me you’re afraid, John?”

“The man without fear? Wouldn’t be a really good Lantern, would he?”

Hearing you two laugh, suddenly in sync, as Shayera’s breath hits the back of his neck as your hand travels lower, he knows that nothing has you two on the same wavelength other than a common enemy.

Feeling Shayera bite at his neck, as you sink onto your knees, hand palming his growing hardness, John, once again, resigns himself.

“Don’t think you’re going to need the ring on for this battle, Lantern…”

Is it really resignation if it’s done so happily, though?

Matt Murdock/Elektra Natchios

“She’s a sweet one, isn’t she? I can see why you tried to keep her hidden for so long, honestly I’m tempted in taking her for myself…” Elektra muses, hand pressing against your abdomen as she thrusts into you, red strap on disappearing inside you.

“Don’t,” Matt growls, voice gravelly despite the breathless lit, “even think about it.”

“He’s a possessive devil, isn’t he?” Elektra asks, black curls brushing against your cheek as she presses a kiss against your neck.

“And apparently for good reason,” he retorts, ripping off his mask, as his gloved hand plants itself on your bent leg, looming above you.

She huffs out a laugh, pulling out of you and you resist whining, but judging by the quirk of Matt’s lips, he’s aware of your intent.

“No need to pout, Matthew, not when you have an opportunity to—“ she’s cut off when Matt nudges her out of the way, quickly taking her place and hiking your legs over his shoulders before shoving his face in between your legs, licking up your slit with a groan.

“Like a man starved…” Elektra comments, amusement more than clear on her face, hand stroking your cheek, as she tilts her head.

“I wonder if your appetite is any similar…”

Marshall Ward and Nathan Burnett

Nathan loved Marshall, asshole he may be. That was an undeniable fact. Imagining a life without the man was impossible at this point; Marshall was too deeply entrenched into his very being, especially after gaining the power of the Radiant.

But a small, ugly part of him believed he would always be doing better than Marshall since that always seemed to be the case for their dynamic, but that was before he racked up enough debt that he had to move back home. Marshall, against all expectations, was doing good. He was doing his best as Radiant Black, and everyday Nathan could see him growing. And apparently he wasn’t the only one bearing witness to this change, seeing that his best friend now has a girlfriend. A girlfriend with a nice laugh and lighthearted demeanour that always seemed to make Marshall brighten up. You two are good together, you make his friend happy, and, really, he likes you. With your lame jokes that never fail to make Marshall scoff, and your inquisitive nature that invites him to talk about his writing.

But maybe, when it’s too late to head back home and he crashes at Marshall’s place for the night only to hear some salacious noises from his position in the living room, things become unnecessarily complicated.

He knew Marshall had some tough luck with girls (which he could relate to), but how pent up has he been to still be going at it!? And why were you okay with doing it on a mattress without a bed frame?

In a moment of sleep deprived insanity (or that’s what he tries to convince himself of), he rips open the door of Marshall’s room to be met with aforementioned man making eye contact with him and coming into the palm of your hand.

A moment of mortified silence passes before your face is lit up with an easy smile as you rise from the mattress Marshall is splayed on.

“Don’t just stand there, get over here, Nate,” you beckon him over, white stained hand in the air.

He’s vaguely aware of the ridiculousness of the situation as he approaches you, Marshall’s pants and overt gawking briefly registering in his mind as stumbles onto his knees like a man possessed, as you look down at him warmly, a twinkle in your eyes.

“Come on, have a taste,” you croon as Marshall lets out a choked noise from behind you, “Let’s see if all the pineapple he’s been eating actually made a difference.”

He should leave, shut the door, and try to go back to sleep and forget this ever happened. No way is he going to—

His fingers circle your wrists before he licks up your palm, and he hears your laugh before you grab his arm and toss him onto the mattress, narrowly missing landing on Marshall who jolts in shock, finally speechless for once.

And judging from your grin, he’d be following suit.

This implies the other 2v1 isn’t overrated, but it has Boostle and Viclena😭

Does Nathan want you or Marshall, I wonder…

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