#[muse tag :: nathan]

[drawfee-quot3s]

Is there a system to the colors of your quotes? Like which host is which hue

yea!! i use jacob, julia, nathan, karina :)

i cant remember rn if i did or did not change that to match their deepblueink colours but i think i probably did not because its entrenched in my brain to use the colours i have been

[[also adding the guest tags here bc i loST the og ask post w them on it dont mind me]]

[rindemption]

I found this and felt like doing it, so here, about Nathan:

Rules: BOLD what applies to your muse. Repost, don’t reblog. Feel free to add words!

BODY

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Lean arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Small breast. Average breast. Big breast. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180 cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN

Pale. Rosy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scars. Birthmarks.

EYES

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Violet. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Close-set. Wide-set. Deep-set. Narrow. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Jaw length. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Under cut. Shaved. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Mohawk. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locs. Mullet. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Dyed. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.

TATTOOS/ PIERCINGS

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretches out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

COSMETICS

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.

SCENT

Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain.

CLOTHES

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colors. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor.

SHOES

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes.

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[concentratedbitterness]

The Privateer

Unidentified Asteroid Belt: 2054

It smells awful.

Not that rotting corpses ever really tend to afflict the senses otherwise, but there’s something particularly pungent about the way they do surrounded by the vacuum of space, with only an aging ship’s air scrubbers to disperse the odor.  Nathan pulls his scarf up over his nose, resisting the involuntary urge to double over and retch his breakfast onto the floor.  They don’t have time for that.

For a ship carrying only a dead crew there is a surprising amount of noise.  It is eerie in and of itself, to hear the cacophony of the reactor’s hum, the functional systems buzzing and beeping; the faint creaking of the structure as it hurtles through space.  He hates it here, Nathan thinks not for the first time.  Even in better days it was uncomfortable being so far removed from the power of his native realm, but at least it had been interesting.  Now, it borders upon unbearable.  

“Gross!” His companion exclaims behind him, though her tone is not one of disgust, but delight.  

Nathan grimaces, glancing back over his shoulder to catch a fleeting glimpse of her smile.  He misses when it used to light up her face over flowers and milkshakes.  

“He’s not here,” Fig notes unhelpfully, prodding at the side of a dead man’s leg with the toe of her boot.  

“No, but he was.”  His words are muffled by the thick fae weave of the fabric covering his mouth.

The Genesis shrugs, planting her hands on her hips as she surveys the dozen or more bodies strewn around the cargo bay.  “Maybe not?  There’s no sign of a struggle this time.  No trauma.  They’re not wounded.”  

She isn’t wrong, but the conclusion she’s chasing is.  “They died of asphyxiation,” Nathan supplies, trying to ignore the unpleasant nausea stirring in his gut.

Short cropped brown hair brushes the collar of her Siatris uniform as Fig shakes her head.  She shoots her companion a withering look.  “Fuck off.  Oxygen levels are fine here.”

Nathan kneels down beside the nearest body, and presses a fingertip against the hollowed remnants of its oozing face.  “They didn’t run out of oxygen, Fig.  They ran out of hemoglobin.”  

“How’s that happen?”

“Blood alchemy.” 

*****

They find four more ships just like the others before they finally track him down.  Nathan isn’t convinced it was an oversight on their quarry’s part.  There are no dead bodies awaiting them when they step forth from the portal this time, but he can feel the arcane energy.  It feels like an invitation.

He reaches back to slow its closing, and fixes a pointed look upon his companion.  “You oughtta’ go report back.  I’ve got this.”

Fig laughs in his face.  “Are you high?  He’ll kill you.”

“No, he won’t.”

“What makes you so sure?” She asks, clearly dubious.

Nathan isn’t sure, but he certainly isn’t going to admit as much to her.  This timeline is a bleak one, and the man they’re after has adapted to endure it.  “Just trust me.  This will go better without you here.”  That part is a narrow truth.  Fig is a hammer these days.  Not every problem is a nail.

The Genesis purses her lips.  If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear she was worried.  “And if it doesn’t?”

“Then you and Luna come back here and do what you have to do.”

She stares at him for a long moment, not in her usual way–full of apathy and resentment–but with an intensity that brings a rush of heat to the warlock’s face.  And then, with a blink, she turns away.  “--Whatever.”

“Whatever,” Nathan echoes back, and watches as she steps back through the portal.  His hand falls to his side, and the doorway closes behind her.  He wonders if he’s going to regret this.

This ship is a small frigate; mostly reactor bay, but it still takes him a while to find his way through the maze of halls and bulkheads to the command deck.  He can hear the crew at their stations as he draws closer, chatting and carrying on as though nothing is amiss.  They have no idea what is on board.  Nathan doesn’t speak their language, but some ideas are universal.  He clears his thoughts, focusing on the ghastly images of dead crews on the other ships, the escape shuttle on the lower deck, and pushes the telepathic message as forcefully as he can muster into the minds of the people he senses nearby.  Telepathy isn’t always intuitive, but his aunt was an excellent teacher.  The result is as blatant a wordless warning as they come; get off this ship if you want to live. 

It would appear the message is received, he thinks, as he hears the panicked shouts just beyond the doorway.  Nathan rounds the entrance just in time to see the first crew member go down, bleeding from every orifice in her skull.  Three more follow suit in rapid succession before he realizes he’s paralyzed where he stands, helpless to do anything but watch as the last crew member succumbs and collapses to the floor with a wet squelch.  Too late.

“Not your best work, kiddo,” A man’s voice drawls gruffly behind him, and Nathan feels his muscles twitch, shifting unnaturally as the blood in his body is compelled to move them against his will.  It’s a profoundly violating sensation, one that the same man in another life had passionately argued against inflicting short of a last resort; life or death.  Now, he does it as casually as breathing, hands motionless at his side. Not even Santiago had been able to cast at will so effortlessly.  

Nathan is more fortunate than the crew, at least, for instead of violently rupturing aneurysms he only finds himself turned around and dropped unceremoniously into a vacant chair.  It occurs to him that he may have been overly hasty in sending away his cosmically powerful field partner.  “Wait!  Wait…I just came to talk.”

“So talk,” he shoots back without missing a beat, the soles of his heavy magboots locking against the decking with an electronic ting with every step as he makes his way closer.  It’s almost enough to mask the hobble.  

The decades leading up to this reality have been hard ones, Nathan knows, but he was not prepared for the toll they have taken on his former mentor.  Shaggy chestnut curls and a careless five o’clock shadow have evolved into a stark white mane and a full beard; the softened form of an academic shaped by days in the kitchen and nights in the laboratory has been hardened and whittled away by a harsh existence in zero gravity and a perilous addiction to arcane conductors.  There is no trace of the man Nathan had grown up idolizing.  His grandfather is scarcely recognizable.  “This isn’t who you are.”

The old man huffs a quiet laugh, but there’s no mirth in his eyes.  “That so?  Look around you, kiddo.  Our present circumstances would seem t’ indicate this is exactly who I am.”   

“The Malcolm Brockway I know isn’t a fucking space pirate…”

“Privateer.”

“Wait, are you serious?”

“It’s an important distinction.  Where’s your wife?”

“--It’s not like that in our timeline.”  It’s an important distinction.  Nathan furrows his brow, letting his gaze fall away, “I told her I needed to speak with you alone.”  Maybe it was a mistake to believe he’d still be reachable after all this time.  “There’s still a chance.  To fix things.  We found a viable timeline…”

A system alert chimes on one of the artificial gravity consoles, and the old man pushes a dead crewman out of his crash couch before flopping down into the newly vacated seat to toggle the controls until it stops.  “It’s not this timeline.”

He hesitates for a moment before he shakes his head.  “No.  Not this one.”

“Then why are you here?  Augusto put you up t’ this?  Or was it Zadkiel?”

Nathan tries to lean forward, but the other warlock has not yet relinquished his control.  “I’m here because we need you.”  

Malcolm shakes his head, “I’m done with all that.”

“Please, just hear me out…” 

“Sit still.  Isn’t there a me in that one?”

Defeatedly, he stops struggling.  “Yeah.  There is.  But he can’t do what you can do.”

The corners of the old man’s lips tug upward into the wryest of smirks.  “Can’t, or won’t?” It's an important distinction.

“I don’t know,” Nathan admits honestly, “Outcome’s the same either way.  If you help us, then maybe that version of you doesn’t have to become–” He stops himself before he says it, but the word may as well have already been spoken.

“This.” The old man finishes for him.  “Or maybe everything was always gonna’ end up this way.”

“Only in the timelines where you gave up.” The accusation comes out more harshly than he intends, but he doesn't retract it.  A heaviness settles in the air between them, silent but for the sounds of the ship, and at long last Nathan feels the blood magic’s iron-fisted hold subside.  He’s on his feet at once, putting a few steps of distance between himself and the other warlock.  There’s fresh blood on the deck, and it’s a wonder he manages without slipping on it.  “It would’ve shattered his heart to pieces if he ever had to see you like this.  I hope you know that.”

“I do.  It haunts my every wakin’ thought, kiddo, but he’s still gone an’ knowin’ it didn’t change a damned thing, did it?  Now get off my ship.”

He’d like nothing more.  Nathan takes another step back, and calls forth a portal.  “Will you help?”

“I’ll think about it.”

[whispercddesires]

[acourtcfmuses]

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[sapphiredhearts-a]

what color is your aura ?

BLUSH.

lollipops, warm cheeks, lip gloss, flowers, flamingo feathers, painted nails, heart glasses. your essence is blush: you are outspoken and protect your heart by never offering an apology. you seize your desires; there is a particularity to your passions, and not many are privy to your reasonings. you are protective and extend your heart in a way you will never accept in return. you are the trend-setter. you are the defiant. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of crimson, red, tawny, and coral, who share your aspirational intensity. you are also drawn to the honest souls lilac and cream, who will help you grow and realize you are not always under critique. however, you may struggle to get along with the internal personalities of sky and beige who are too self-effacing.

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Hear me out…. Nathan taking care of his girl when she’s going through sub-drop after an intense session

I am hearing you <3 (Also sorry this took forever!)

Sub Drop

Nathan Bateman x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • request info • ko-fi •

Warnings: swearing, Nathan being a softie, Nathan picking up reader (he doesn't care what size you are, it's HAPPENING.), typos, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 501

While I fully believe that Nathan has read every single book on BDSM and knows exactly what to do when someone experiences a sub drop, I also believe that the second it happens all his knowledge goes out the window. 

Just for a minute. 

He’s so used to fucking robots that interacting with a real person who does things outside of his control (or ability to press the off switch) makes his brain go errrrrrmmmmmmmmm…

He then gets annoyed with himself for A) forgetting knowledge and B) not being helpful when you’re going through something because no matter what he pretends, he cares about you and the idea of you going through a bad time (a real bad time not a sexy-oh-no-but-not-really bad time) makes him feel helpless. 

And he does not like feeling helpless. 

Asks if he can touch you, hold you, stroke your back and press little kisses to your cheeks and neck. 

He wraps you in the softest blanket he has and refuses to do anything without you. It’s like working on a computer problem for him, he can’t stop trying to ‘fix’ it, make you feel better.

If he’s coding/working you’re on his lap, holding you against his chest while he types. 

If he’s working out, then it’s New Work Out Time, which includes carrying you around the house. It doesn’t matter what size/shape you are, he’s carrying you. Deal with it. He needs to get his reps in. No, he isn’t putting you down. No, you have no choice in this. 

If he’s cooking (for both of you) he’ll put a chair in the kitchen close to where he’s working so he can kiss your forehead every minute. 

Asks you what you want. A favourite food/drink? He’s making it for you now. A bath/shower? He’s in there with you. Cuddles? It’s already happening. Watch something? TV’s already on. Just talk? Would you like to hear about 17th century sword making processes? Don’t worry about why he’s been researching that right now.

Reassures you however he can. Despite how he likes to come across, he’s a big softie. He does not like seeing you in pain or distress. He will word vomit about how much he cares about you. (He will be a big grump if you bring this up when you feel better.)

He doesn’t like if you have a sub drop because he feels like it’s a bad reflection on him. He doesn’t blame you for it at all, just himself. Thinks he should have done things differently, taken better care, been better for you. He’s misjudged the system, made you feel bad. He has to fix this. 

When you’re better, you end up having to reassure him that it wasn’t his fault. (Which he doesn’t like, because he doens’t want to make you feel like he’s putting things on you.) 

He’ll ask if you want a massage, which he has to stop after 2 minutes because he has a boner. 

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[sydsaint]

I am finally back 😌😌

So have some flirty power ranger <3

Summary: Reader is an old friend of Nathan's who drops by NXT for a show and is introduced to Nathan's flirty luchador partner, Axiom.

It's a usual hot evening in Florida at the Performance Center. You make your way past the security gate, flashing your ID at the guard before making your way inside the cool building. Once inside, you head down to the locker room area and find the locker room of the current NXT tag champs.

You knock sharply on the door and wait for an answer. Shuffling can be heard from behind the door while you wait, and a few seconds later Nathan peaks through the door.

"Nate!" You greet him with a warm smile.

"YN?" A look of surprise flashes across Nathan's face, and he opens the door a bit wider.

You giggle and nod. "In the flesh, Nate. Miss me?" You muse and go in for the hug.

"Course I missed you!" Nathan cracks an ecstatic smile and pulls you into a warm and inviting hug. "It's been too long, YN." He holds you against him, savoring the feeling of your arms wrapped around him.

"Mm. It has." You agree with him, and pat his back before finally letting go. "I heard you got a new tag partner. And that you two are the tag champs? Moving up in the world without me, Nate?" You tease him.

Nathan chuckles and steps back to let you into the locker room. You step inside and shut the door behind you.

"Yeah. That's us." Nathan nods, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "YN, this is my partner, Axiom. Axiom, this is, YN. She's an old friend." He gestures to his masked tag partner standing further in the room.

You turn your attention on Nate's tag partner. Not the tallest guy in the world. But he's lean and muscular from what you can tell. His face is covered by a purple and gold luchador mask. Obviously inspired by Power Rangers.

"Hi!" You step forward and greet Axiom with a smile and an outstretched hand. "I'm, YN. It's great to meet you. I love the mask, by the way. Loved Power Rangers as a kid." You add.

"Thank you." Axiom nods and shakes your hand firmly. "I have to say, Nathan never mentioned having such a beautiful friend." He adds, and you can almost hear the charming smile he's surely flashing behind his mask.

You crack an amused smile and pull your hand back to your side. "Nate! You never said he was a charmer." You joke with a giggle.

"I didn't know he was so smooth out of the ring." Nathan chuckles.

"I'm full of surprises, my friend." Axiom matches his laugh. "So. How do you know, Nathan?" He asks you.

You shift and sit down between him and Nathan on the bench.

"Me and Nate go way back." You explain. "He was trained by Seth Rollins. Who just so happens to be my half-brother. So we've known each other for a while."

"So we're in the presence of greatness?" Axiom muses.

You laugh at him quip and shake your head. "I'm just a designer." You assure him.

"Beautiful and humble." Axiom replies. "Your lovely friend is quite the catch, Nathan."

"So I'm told." Nathan chuckles. "Will you be staying for the show, YN?" He asks you.

You nod and flash the VIP pass hanging around your neck. "Yes! Front row seats. I'm excited to see the show. You and Axiom are in it, right?" You ask him.

"Yeah." Nate nods. "We're defending our belts against Tony D and Stacks."

"I look forward to seeing you two in action." I grin eagerly and stand up. "Speaking of which. I should probably head out to my seat."

Nathan nods and stands as well. "We'll see you out there." He goes in for a small side hug.

"Hug for good luck?" Axiom stands up too, arms outstretched for a hug.

"Of course!" You giggle and hug him as well. "Good luck, boys. I'll see you out there."

Axiom and Nathan both nod and see you out of their locker room. You head out into the arena and find your seat right against the barricade near the stairs at the corner of the ring. The spot gives you an optimal view of the ring and the ramp.

The show starts and you enjoy the matches. You cheer and boo along with the crowd, overall having a great time.

Eventually, the time comes for Nathan and Axiom's match. You eagerly cheer as they make their entrance. Nathan winks and high-fives you when he passes and Axiom stops in front of you.

"You look like you're having a wonderful time, Amorcita." He comments.

"I am!" You assure him with a giggle at the sweet pet name. "Good luck!"

Both men step inside the ring and wait for their opponents to come down and join them. Once everyone is in their place, the bell rings and the match gets underway.

You sit and cheer all throughout the match. Watching Nathan and Axiom awe the crowd with their high octane moves is a sight to see in person. Bewitching, almost. Especially Axiom, who throws a flirty line or move your way every time he nears you during the match. It's charming and charismatic as hell. And you can feel yourself becoming more and more drawn in with every word and move he makes.

The match comes to an end when Nathan pins Stacks for the three-count. The boys are handed back their tag belts from the referee and the crowd cheers. You cheer their name just as loud, and the camera's stop streaming for the night.

"Amorcita!" Axiom walks up to you against the barricade with Nathan at his side. "Did you enjoy the show?" He asks you.

"I did, yes!" You nod eagerly. "You and Nate put on quite the show. And the rest of the performances were great too."

Nathan nods, still panting from the match, and adjusts the belt on his shoulder. "Thanks, YN." He smiles at you.

"Are you busy by any chance?" Axiom can't help but ask. "I'd love to offer an all access backstage pass to you." He grins.

"Oh?" You giggle. "Lucky me. Let me just come around the barricade." You move to take the long way around.

You have barely taken a step away when Axiom sets a hand on your arm. "Nonsense, Carina." He shakes his head.

In one swift movement you are in his arms and being pulled over the barricade with ease before being set on your feet again.

"Ah!" You laugh as you're easily lifted off your feet. "Well, that's certainly more efficient." You muse.

"You're very welcome, princessa." Axiom chuckles. "Shall we?"

You nod with a small blush on your cheeks. "Lead the way, romeo." You joke.

[nerdieforpedro]

I was tagged by @din-cognito @for-a-longlongtime @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @604to647 and @magpiepills

Thank ya’ll! 🥰 I don’t have much. I haven’t written much this last couple weeks, between work and my class, my motivation has been nil 😭

I did a mix of Mysty’s titles, explaining what some of them are and a spicy 🌶️ peek of one 🤭 like Bat.

My list of WIPs is always rotating (these I’ve actually written):

1. It’s Incidental - a soft Dave fic, I normally write him dark, manipulative and forceful. We’ll see.

2. Din Djarin tentacle - so this title is not final but it involves Din Djarin, a tentacle monster and a reader? 🤨 A long way off.

3. Din’s in the Neighborhood - working on a new chapter from Grogu’s perspective. I think it will be cute.

4. Nights in Coruscant - working on chapter 2 where Din will be working as a bodyguard and then some.

5. Coasting across the Rainbow - my queer Javi fic. Part five and six should be done by October (at least that’s my goal).

6. Waters of Lethe - my Qimir fic working on chapter two. 🤗 Close to done. (On AO3)

7. Honey and Sugarplum - Working through chapter three where we’ll reach that ranch. Jack is busy…convincing Maeve to go. Might need to carry her to the car at the point. (On AO3)

These are just notes but still in progress:

1. Unnamed Jack Daniel as a fae fic - I got my notes I just got write it.

2. Nathan Bateman researching the female orgasm because why not make your sex bots the best they can be? 🙌🏽

3. Untitled Max Phillips (I dunno why I decided to write for this man, maybe as a challenge to myself?)

4. Maybe add more to the Marcus A fic I told myself I would write ��️

5. A Safe Place for Us - The Dieter baby daddy fic. I need to update it on here. I think it’s up to chapter 5 on AO3 but only chapter 3 here.

6. Therapy for the Well-Adjusted - Marcus and Aisha are in the cottage. 😙 Hehe

As for an actual sample of writing:

Dave knows what he has to do. He despises it, hates when people beg for their lives, often not even while he’s taking different men from the back would he put up with pleading. He just wants them to shut up so he can focus on coming. Never did he tease them or edge them like this. It’s too messy and takes too damn long. “Fuck…” He mutters. His ass feels empty, even from the loss of their how own fingers and his hole stretched from just the tip of his dick. “P-Paint the inside of my ass…” Whispering as he drools, Dave tries to look over his shoulder but only sees Santi’s curls.

This sample is from my Dave York/Santiago Garcia M/M fic I started back in January. Never finished it and still haven’t but I have made some progress. 😘 Much to Dave’s detriment or pleasure, whichever he’s in the mood for.

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[runa-falls]

10 fandoms/10 characters/10 tags

thanks for the tag @ems-chaos-corner

most are just oscar and pedro characters + jon bernthal bc my baby

1. Moon Knight (marc, steven, and jake)

2. Nathan Bateman, Ex Machina (I'm Bateman's Bitch after all...)

3. Poe Dameron, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

4. Miguel O'Hara, ATSV

5. Javier Peña, Narcos

6. Joel Miller, The Last of Us

7. Dieter, The Bubble (My hot mess of a husband)

8. Frank Castle, The Punisher

9. Ben Solo, The Rise of Skywalker (IT'S A DIFFERENT FANDOM BC I SAID SO IDK)

10. Robert Brown, To Be An Angel

np tags (sry if u were alr tagged!): @romanarose @missdictatorme @foxilayde @hon3yboy @campingwiththecharmings @beautysamour @reallyrallyauthor @winniethewife @soft-girl-musings @strangerhands @fettuccin-e

ok apparently i can't count lol

[concentratedbitterness]

Piccrew edits of (most) of the muses: [X]

From top, left to right: Mara, Ray, Malcolm, Lee, Fig, Stolas, Augusto, Santiago, Rose, Nathan

[nathanbatemanfucker]

thank you @ivystoryweaver & @soft-girl-musings for the tag in fic authors self rec. rules: when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

1. In Plain Sight (nathan bateman x reader)

2. Ambrosial (din djarin x black!reader)

3. Personal Issue (santi x reader)

4. Not Enough (marc spector x reader)

5. Sweet Nothing: The Morning (joel miller x reader)

no pressure tags: @juneknight @reallyrallyauthor @lesbianhotch @masterwords @eyelessfaces @marc-spectorr @cptn-nash @doctorstethoscope @hotchs-bitch @greg-montgomery @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @virtie333

[littlemisspascal]

New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼

@modernperplexity @tieronecrush

New Works Added ✨

Many fics aren’t appearing in the tags when searching. If I miss yours, please let me know 💗 Or add me to your taglist cuz I love being tagged 😊

As always, if you would like me to remove your work from the rec list, please let know and I’ll remove them asap 😊

@absurdthirst Frankie Kinktober Exhibitionism/Voyeurism / Javi G Kinktober Orgasm Denial/Control / Zach Kinktober Wrist/Arm Restraints / Dave Kinktober Abduction/Kidnapping / Dieter Kinktober Lactation/Breastfeeding / Max Kinktober Vampires/Werewolves

@novemberrain-writes Frankie Whumptober No Anesthesia / Marcus M Whumptober Experimentation

@juletheghoul Frankie Gold Rush

@ghostofaboy Frankie Kinktober Triple Penetration / Javier Kinktober Anal Sex / Maxwell Kinktober Exhibitionism / Dave + Marcus P Kinktober Lingerie / Marcus M Kinktober Abduction/Kidnapping / Pero Kinktober Spanking

@wildemaven Frankie Throttled Control / Javier Meant to Be

@musings-of-a-rose Frankie Catfish and Shadow

@absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers Max Immortally Human

@icanbeyourjedi-writes Max Interview with a Vampire

@blueeyesatnight Max A Rough (Pumpkin) Patch / Nathan Negotiation Tactics

@flightlessangelwings Ezra Kinktober Anonymous Sex

@beskarandblasters Joel I Might Kill My Ex

@cool-iguana Joel Desperate

@penvisions Joel Garnish

@popcornforone Joel Warmth

@moonlight-prose Joel Safe Haven

@odetodilfs Javi G Kinktober Overstimulation and Bondage

@boliv-jenta Marcus P Banana Pancakes

@youvebeenlivingfictional Oberyn Kinktober Day 14

@kyberblade Din Give It To Me In Basic 

[221beloved]

Lessons in failure

Sherlock was sitting in his chair and watching John, playing with his little daughter. They were sitting on the floor and the most John was doing, was smiling while Rosie was playing with her blocks. At the moment she was trying to build a tower as high as possible. Patently, John and Sherlock waited for the inevitable moment the tower would crash. When it finally did, Rosie's eyes turned wide and she looked at her father. To Sherlock's astonishing, she wasn't mad or started screaming or crying. She just looked at her father with big wide eyes, questioning and slightly sad. She really was quite clever, Sherlock mused. “Dada?” Rosie asked. “Not... Not good. Wanted, high. Higher. Daddy?” John smiled at her and opened his arms. Immediately she came and made herself comfortable in his lap. “Lessons in failure, love,” John said gently. “These are the first. They're coming now. And they will accompany you all your life. Look, something doesn't work? Your tower crashed? Now you know it will crash if you build it this way. You can learn from it and instead try to build it differently.” While John was speaking, he took some blocks and began to pile them. “Look, the better the ground, the higher you can build the tower. All these blocks, they have a lot of weight. If you want to stack many of them, they need a good foundation.” Rosie was watching his doing with wide eyes and listened carefully.

Sherlock watched them. Lessons in failure... He had failed a lot in his life. People often seem to think that he didn't fail. Oh how he did. How he does.

Mycroft was mocking him about every failure in their childhood. All the other students did, even his teachers at some point. They were so glad when he made a mistake. He had failed all the time, sometimes spectacularly. Sometimes he had been able to learn from it, sometimes he'd just ignored it. Everything.

But all his failures were kind of normal. At least for him, with his mind, his lifestyle...

But then... Then he'd started to really fail. When his life took a turn, his failures changed. When John Watson had entered his life, his failures began to matter. Because they were so much worse... And couldn't learn from it; he couldn't make it better.

He failed John Watson. He failed him so many times. He'd put him in danger, constantly. John had risked his life way to many times because of him, for him. He had killed himself right in front of John. He had let him grieve for two years and crashed his proposal when he came back. He hadn't seen the secret of Mary, he wasn't able to tell John. Later, he wasn't able to protect her. He had made exactly one vow. And he wasn't able to keep it, to protect a Watson. In fact, she died because of him, in a way... He had failed John after her... death. He had failed to help him, to be there for him. He had failed Rosie. He wasn't a good man, how could he not fail her. He had failed them, so many times and in so many ways... But how was he supposed to learn from it? He already knew that he wasn't good. No matter what he did, it turned out to be a failure. And he tried, he tried so hard... But his surrounding continued to suffer from his failures, and he couldn't help it.

They said, you would learn from mistakes. What could he possibly learn?He cleared his vision and turned to watch John and Rosie again, together building a tower. Rosie would be smarter than him. She would be able to learn from failure.

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