#bratnat

[empyreanwritings]

i haven't been on tumblr in a hot minute - and i know i said i wanted to delete but here me out: bratnat revival

[fandomfluffandfuck]

okay so idk if other countries have this or not but basically at train stations and stuff there’s normally a “kiss & drop” 15min waiting area where someone can drive up a bit closer to the platform and drop off/pick up someone else and over the last few years they’ve changed them to be called “kiss & ride” and I’ve been taking the train 3x a week for years and for some fucking reason last night I was like in bed and my brain did two things for the first time:

conjured up an Entire Scenario where person A (PA) is picking up person B (PB) after a long college/work in the city and PB has just had a DAY (derogatory) and is grumpy and bratty and upset and PA is all smiles and ‘yay it’s the weekend!’ and so when PB gets in the car it’s a literal “Kiss And Ride” as in ‘i don’t wanna fucking talk I want ur dick’ and PA is all ‘babe, babe, we’re 10 mins from home’ and ‘we’re gonna get picked up for publi—oh’ PB is ‘i don’t want to wait and idgaf what you say’ (#bratnation)

my brain absentmindedly made this evanstan for the first time ever and I REALLY THOUGHT I was gonna be able to keep myself away from RPF but…..y’all gave me the brainrot :/

((guess whom i’m imagining as PA? guess whom i’m imagining as PB? does it have anything to do with the fact that I started The Golf “Drabble” just before sleeping last night? I guess we’ll never know))

(aforementioned golf drabble here)

I can't say the US [derogatory], or at least the part I am in of the US, has that exact thing/has it and calls it a kiss and drop but that sounds very cute. And not just cute based on the scenario you just laid out 👀

I love that idea though! And it definitely makes sense as an RPF prompt because Chris and Seb certainly are always in different places, always then getting back together and, y’know, celebrating when they can finally get their hands on each other again, I mean what, see each other face-to-face again. (Also yes yes yes *rubs hands together* spreading the evanstan brainrot)

With the golf drabble in mind though...

I can imagine Sebastian having A Shit™️ Day at college only to collapse into Chris' expensive sports car at the kiss and ride; sighing at first, simply relieved to be removed from the real world and placed into his sugar daddy's (and boyfriend's) world. However...

He looks over and godfuckingdammit-

He didn't mean to get in the car and instantly lean over and start pawing at his lap, needing to get his mouth on that dick but what the fuck?

Why the fuck is his sugar daddy, his business suit and proper mannered, raised with butlers and private tutors boyfriend dressed like, like-?

A goddamn frat boy.

And why is it turning him on? He was just fuming after getting back from college - receiving a bad grade for a nonsensical reasons yet still feeling stupid as a result of the low score - and excited for the long, low-key holiday weekend and now-? Why is he suddenly thirsty for someone he could (in theory) see at school? 😫

What? Why?

Daddy's all smiley too, asking him, "y'excited for for the weekend, sweetheart? Y'ready to get goin'?"

And Sebastian doesn't even-

He didn't remember he agreed to go on a short road trip this weekend to one of Daddy's luxury cabins away from the city and now that he does... he doesn't even really want to. He wants to go home, suck Daddy's dick while he sips on his beer in front of the massive flatscreen TV, watching some football game highlights, then once Daddy’s cum down his throat and Seb has rutted a needy, good orgasm out against Daddy's shin crash in Daddy's unfairly comfortable bed. The best fucking memory foam that money can by. King size, making ultimate star-fishing possible. The mattress neverending and squishy and easily conforming around his body with the softest, nicest smelling sheets.

He doesn't want to drive for hours, bored and stewing in his own negative thoughts.

He didn't even get to pack his own clothes and he know Daddy did for him but... while normally he revels in seeing what Daddy bought him- what pretty things he bought and then packed for him (or more realistically, had one of his assistants pack on his request), today he wishes he could have packed his own clothes. Made his own decisions. Yet. He also just wants to dress up in whatever Daddy brought him and be told how stunning he looks and never see anyone else ever again. Just Daddy.

Ugh.

His brain is split into two.

😫

Sebastian is so caught up in his own mood™️ that he doesn't even register what falls out of his mouth until it's echoing back into his ears through the small space of the car, "the only place I wanna go is in your pants."

At first, Daddy laughs at his thoughtless pickup line. But when Sebastian leans across the center console before he's even pulled away from the kiss and ride, his hands finding their way to Chris' favorite red belt, Daddy suddenly has qualms about it, "Seb!" he squawks, trying to actually tell him not to when they clearly could get caught but still caught by surprise, half laughing.

Sebastian looks up, trying to give Chris his best, what? I'm innocent! puppy dog eyes as he looks rapidly between Sebastian and the road. And after a moment of contemplation, Seb settles on digging his hole deeper, whining, "I want your dick, Daddy."

"Not now."

"Why not?"

"If you wait until we're out of the city limits, I'll find somewhere to pull off and fuck you in the backseat, 'kay, sugar?"

"No, Daddy, I want your dick noww," he knows he's whining. And he knows he's being difficult. But... for some reason, he can't stop himself. Even if, yes, being fucked sounds like a good way to get his frustration out of his system. Better than a dick down his throat, forcing him to only focus on the feeling and taste of Daddy.

"Not now," Chris says again.

Sebastian ignores him, leaning over enough to mouth hungrily at him through his pants.

Daddy pulls his hair to get him to quit, pulling with enough conviction that Sebastian has to arch his neck and follow him up. Sitting up.

"Ow! Daddy!" He pouts. It doesn't really hurt. He's being dramatic.

"Sebastian-"

"Just want your dick now," he's really pouting now. Pushing out his lower lip and everything, "'lease?"

"I said no, I don't want to be charged for public indecency. You know what that'd do to my reputation."

Sebastian shudders, remembering how much of a big, popular, powerful man Daddy is before he huffs, crossing his arms and finally sitting straight up; acting more pissed than he feels. He turns and looks out the side window, arms crossed over his chest.

"God," Chris says under his breath, perfectly loud enough for Sebastian to barely hear, "you're spoiled," but Sebastian can hear him. And he can hear his smirk. It frustrates him more. The slight slight sting of tears rise in his eyes, so he squeezes them shut, he won't cry for not getting dick. He won't cry over a bad grade, he's not a middle schooler.

"You spoiled me, so it's your fault if you don't like how I act," he retorts back, feeling a little pathetic as he does the equivalent of sticking his tongue out at the other, older man.

Chris doesn't take his bate. He just reaches over and places a hand over the back of Sebastian's neck, holding then squeezing him there. Seb, despite his best efforts to cling to his bratty mood, deflates under the touch. "I might've spoiled you," Daddy reminds him, "but you're still easy. C'mon now, sugar, what's gotten into you? Tough day? You need some attention? Tell Daddy what's wrong."

Sebastian turns away farther, tears prickling in his eyes for different reasons now. Daddy cares about him...

Daddy squeezes his neck again, scruffing him in such a way that makes him sigh and go boneless.

Daddy's hand drops from his neck to his lap when he feels Seb's tension leave him. Driving one handed. "You tell Daddy what's wrong and you can have an orgasm. If not... I'm sure I'll be tired from driving when we get to the cabin. And tomorrow I can fill the whole day with activities... jus' 'cause we're alone all weekend doesn't mean Daddy's gonna fuck you all weekend. You don't wanna have Daddy all to yourself, all his attention on you and not work, and waste it, do you? You said you wanted dick, baby. Daddy doesn't have to give you any dick at all, y’know."

Sebastian feels his bottom lip tremble. Rapidly cracking he shifts to sit normally in his seat, looking ahead. Not twisted around. "Dunno," he sniffs.

"You don't know what's gotten into you?"

"No."

"Tsk tsk," he starts to remove his hand from where it was rubbing his thigh. Up and down. Up and down.

"No!"

"What, baby? You know. Tell Daddy. Be a good boy."

His cheeks burn. "I- I," he really doesn't want to go an entire three days without Daddy’s dick in his hand or mouth or cunt. "I don't know. Just... I don't know. I just feel bad."

"Bad like sick?"

"No. Jus'-" he pauses, whining, "I don't know. School sucks."

"Mmm-hmm."

"School sucks and there's this stupid fucking professor and he gave me a shit grade when I didn't deserve it. I worked so hard on that paper and I don't even think he read it all the way through. I knew he wouldn't like my view point because he's fucking like that. He only wants you to spit back his own opinions to him. He doesn't want you to think for yourself. And I thought. I thought really hard! I thought my argument was smart and good and- I dunno know! A good argument! But it wasn't his side so... he graded me down," he rants, hardly stopping to breathe.

"Aw, I'm sorry, baby," Daddy says, meaning it wholeheartedly. Empathizing with him while also pressing his hand against his (so far) soft dick. Massaging his dick with the heel of his hand. "I never liked school and I especially never liked professors or teachers like that. Shouldn't be teachers," he clicks his tongue, "they aren't encouraging learning, they're encouraging thoughtless robots. They don't listen either. It's fuckin' bad teaching."

Sebastian feels his dick start to fatten up further, swelling as his heart thumps thumps thumps, feelings vindicated that Chris agrees as well as horny. He can't help it. Daddy starts touching him and... yeah. He's easy. He always falls apart. So easy.

[empyreanwritings]

sometimes i miss bratnat and vixen so much

[empyreanwritings]

About you missing bratnat y vixen, what if you do dribbles or wtv with different situations to get practice?

Also, hi Stef!! Hope you're doing great ✨️💕

vee!! hello bby, i hope you are doing great as well 💞💞

it's not so much the practice i need bc i've been steadily writing other things. ive just noticed that certain mcu characters are just losing their popularity and man fics arent popping off the way my self esteem would need them to 💀

[empyreanwritings]

Okay hear me out...I know you mentioned an AU for BratNat, what kind of mob boss would Brat be if she was one in Nat's world?

ohohohhohoh~

speaking my love language here anon omg let's get into this -

if brat was a mob boss, she and nat would have an enemies to lovers story idc what anyone says, they would be and here is why: nat would specialize in black market weapon dealings and have her own hitman business. brat's would have a drug empire and an escort company

they'd constantly have to do business together, but nat hates the way brat does business based on her mood and brat hates how old school and boring nat is. they'd CONSTANTLY clash but every time they'd argue, the amount of sexual tension filling the room would be noticeable af

i could go so much deeper on this too omg- pls

[empyreanwritings]

I can only imagine Nat being annoyed when Brat (as a boss) shows up to meetings late wear stilettos, a blood red dress and fur coat

Nat: do you think I just wait around all day for you to show up? I'm on a schedule

Brat: oh boohoo, so you had to wait an extra hour. Don't get your panties in a twist, Natty - frown lines will only age you.

They'd probably have a vv sexually charged stare down after too

[empyreanwritings]

I crave natbrat omg. Please more

how about a moodboard?

[empyreanwritings]

BratNat mood board pls - 👑

"What are you staring at?"

"You, Mrs.Romanoff. Is that a problem?"

- BratNat honeymoon vibes

Love In 4K Celebration

[empyreanwritings]

brat the ex-escort who overthrew her old boss and is now the hottest shit in the underground 🔥

her empire is literally the besg in the business and she does it all with as much flair as possible 😏

[empyreanwritings]

After rereading the master list I’ve come to the conclusion brat is a bigger pain in the ass for cops than Nat is 😂

you're not WRONG 😂 Brat is a pain in the ass for Nat because likes attention and being punished, let's be honest. when it comes to actual crime, she targets assholes who deserve it and she has zero respect for the cops who respond. especially Sergeant Donovan 👀👏🏻

[empyreanwritings]

MOB MONDAYYY bratnat I miss them sm

A/N: I decided to do a BratNat AU bc I can adlkfjdsf idk why but I so badly wanted to think more about BratNat being rival mob bosses, yk? I hope you like!

Nat couldn't stand you. You had no regard for anyone else's time, and whenever someone was brave enough to point that out to you, you laughed it off. You told them that no one's time matters but your own.

Fucking princess...

She knew you only got away with it because of your tight hold in the mob world. You were the only one she would ever consider a rival. Everyone else were playing kiddie games compared to the two of you. It was as if you knew what move she would make weeks before Nat did. She hated how good you were because it kept her tethered to your spoiled ass.

"Sorry to keep you waiting!" You barged into her office without so much as a knock. "I was on the phone with my seamstress. It's just so hard to find reliable workers these days."

Nat clenched her jaw. "You know I have better things to do than to sit around and wait for you."

You sat in the chair directly in front of her desk and tilted your head to the side. The faux confusion on your face only grated more at her nerves.

"What ever do you mean, Natty? Do you not sit around waiting for me? I'm hurt to hear this."

She wouldn't let you bait her. Not today.

"What did you call this meeting for?" She sighed.

You smirked. "I found the man that kidnapped your sister. I even had my darling little Winter Soldier snatch him up for you."

"And what's the price for this little gift?"

"Oh nothing yet," you hummed and slowly swirled your iced coffee around in its cup. "All I ask is you let me be there when you finally confront him."

This piqued Nat's interest. She knew you were ruthless, but you never seemed eager to be actively apart of the bloodshed. Why would you want to get your hands dirty now? What did you have to gain from being there?"

"Why?"

A sinister smile spread across your lips. "Let's just say your sister isn't the only one this man hurt. I want to watch him suffer."

As much as she hated having you around, seeing this darker side of you made her stomach flutter. It shouldn't have been so attractive, but damn it, it really was.

"You've got yourself a deal, princess."

[empyreanwritings]

Holiday Masterlist 🌟

Sam + Holiday Decorating Moodboard

Romanogers + Baking Moodboard

An Act of Kindness (BratNat)

Steve + Elegant Holiday Party Moodboard

O, Christmas Tree (Steve)

Wanda + Mistletoe + Cider Moodboard

Gifts for the Pets (BratNat)

Giving Back (VixenSteve)

Christmas Proposals (Yelena)

Ugly Sweaters (Bucky)

Gingerbread Fails (Mob!Yelena)

Time For New Traditions (Mob!Wanda)

Not Enough Layers (Wanda)

Family Christmas (Avengers)

Welcome to the Family (Yelena)

Ski Shenanigans (Nat)

Cookie Traditions (Melina)

Worthy of Spoiling (Mob!WandaNat)

Made With Love (Yelena)

Christmas Wrapping (Stucky)

Magical (Nat x Tall!Reader)

Warm Snuggles (Wanda)

Swiss Alps (BratNat)

First Hannukah Moodboard (Model!Reader)

Merry Pregnancy (Mob!Thor)

Mistletoe Mistakes (Romanogers)

Cookies & Milk (WandaNat)

Power Outage (SamBucky)

Present Day (BratNat)

The First Christmas (Mob!Stucky)

[empyreanwritings]

I just LOVED the little BratNat one you did about them spoiling Bucky, Wanda, and the twins! Could we have a follow up drabble w Nat Brad and their family on Christmas opening the gifts Brat and Nat got them? Thank you!

Nat noticed the smile on your face the entire morning as you watched Tommy and Billy open their presents. Every time they freaked out over the next one, you'd smile just a little bit more. You seemed genuinely happy that they were happy and getting everything they deserved.

She didn't tease you about it though. You enjoyed your bratty reputation, and she wouldn't dare to challenge you and say it was all an act. She knew that'd end up an expensive jail visit.

You excused yourself to get more champagne when the boys began to open the small gifts Wanda and Bucky managed to get them. Nat almost followed you until she realized Wanda did.

"You know-" Wanda started, but you held up a hand.

"I told you, you don't need to thank me anymore." You pulled out the champage in the fridge and frowned. "Ew, what brand is this?"

"Yours is in the wine cooler."

"Oh, perfect!"

She stifled the laugh threatening to make its way out. You always managed to surprise her and yet act exactly the same at the same time. It was no wonder Nat loved you so much.

"Can I at least hug you?" Wanda asked with her arms extended.

You grimaced, but just as you were about to say no, the boys ran in and hugged you tightly instead. A brief moment of panic flashed across your face, but you reeled it in for them. They were lucky they were cuties.

"Do not take any pictures," you warned Nat when she joined you in the kitchen.

She held her hands up innocently, but she already did.

[empyreanwritings]

hi! can you please write mob!nat&brat spoiling wanda and visions kid on christmas?

A/N: in the BratNat universe, Wanda and Bucky are together so that was the only adjustment i made to this 💙

"You didn't have to do this," Wanda lamented as another round of gifts were placed under the Christmas tree.

You blinked and looked between her and Bucky, who threw his arm over your shoulder to give you a small hug. Had it been anybody else, you might have thrown a fit, but Wanda and Bucky always got a pass. And Tony, too, sometimes.

"What she means to say is thank you, but you seriously didn't have to go all out for us and the kids," he said with a smile. "We've been getting by."

"Not enough," you retorted. "Natty told me about the troubles you two are having, and I don't understand why you didn't come to us."

They shared a look. It was hard to admit they were struggling financially this holiday season. They weren't exactly broke, but life hit them harder than they expected this year, and it left them wondering how they would get Billy and Tommy gifts. It wasn't exactly something they wanted to admit to their friends.

You nudged Bucky's side with your elbow. "Look, I know me and Natty are hard to approach sometimes. But we love you two and the twins. We don't want to see you struggling when we can help out."

"Thank you," Wanda hummed. Tears started to pool at the edge of her eyes, and you huffed.

"Don't get all mushy on me now."

Bucky snorted. "Too late."

The movers placed the last box under the tree, and you waved them off with a hefty tip. You made sure to spoil the twins, while also picking things out Bucky and Wanda could enjoy. Nat wasn't able to join you in the delivery, but she did insist on visiting when they were ready to open gifts.

It wasn't a good holiday season to you unless everyone in your life was happy. At least, the people you actually cared about anyways. And seeing the two lovebirds smile over how much you and Nat bought for them warmed your bratty little heart.

[empyreanwritings]

Dearest followers,

Due to @caws5749 thinking I won't, BratNat content will not grace this blog until July as she decided to leave me hanging and it made me very sad.

You may take your complaints to her inbox 😌 and no, I will not budge until she rectifies her ways.

[empyreanwritings]

not me having a desire to write an au for bratnat where nat meets brat when she's with brock