#nathan young drabble

[siribaes]

WHO’S BETTER THAN ME?

RIO x blackfem!reader (oc - Angel)

“After their breakup a decade ago, Rio reunites with high school sweetheart making up for lost time—”

PARING: Exes to Lovers / Past High School Sweethearts

SUGGESTED TUNES 💿: Tu Principe by Daddy Yankee, What You Want by Ma$e & Total, Throwback by Usher & Jadakiss, Thugman by Tweet & Missy Elliott, Only U by Ashanti

CONTENTS: 18+ MDNI, SMUT, or*l (fem receiving), f*ngering, praise k*nk, slight possessive k*nk, Rio being a bedroom bully lol, some light use of Spanish, makeup s*x, cursing, etc. (UNEDITED/ NOT PROOF READ) / GIF CREDIT: @blackisblackisblack

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this was supposed to be a drabble but turned into a full-blown fic, but anyway LOL. so i did a lil AU for rio, essentially he pulled a griselda blanco moved operations to Long Beach (Rio is so west coast coded to me) but yeah, the backstory of these two is that they were childhood friends turned high school sweethearts (class of 2005 in my AU lore of these two, hints at the music choices, etc.) before they went separate ways yada yada, the oc’s face claim is danielle brooks 💖 as always enjoy y'all

Makeup sex shouldn’t be this good. Like this was too good, like ultimate dream-fantasy level type of makeup sex. It felt unreal, except this was very real. Very, very, real.

Angel never imagined that her night would've ended up like this, in the arms of her high school sweet-heart, or rather sitting on top of a very expensive, entry way console, as her high school-sweetheart-turned-ex, used his nimble hands to fondle at her luscious curves, and pillowy-soft lips to suck on the sensitive part of her neck. From how hard Rio sucked and kissed on her neck it was surely going to leave a hickey, which might've been on purpose on Rio's part.

Since they were young, Rio always had a slight possessiveness towards Angel, nothing that was too domineering or chauvinistic, but still a possessiveness that was rooted in a love and a true appreciation of her. This of course was expressed in a way that only a sixteen-year-old Rio could, buying Angel's favorite snacks for school, littering her neck with hickeys during make-out sessions, and even saving what little he had to buy a gold necklace with an angel shaped pendant. It was the subtle ways Rio showed how he felt. That in addition to the verbal ways, in true young-Rio, braggadocious fashion. Even then Angel knew, deep, deep, down, that there would be no one who could measure up, or as Rio so accurately foretold the night of their break-up, "Who else is like me, hm? Who's better than me?"

Angel of course buried that fact deep into her subconscious, well, not deep enough, because in each of her relationships since, it managed to rear its ugly head every single time. Most recently, with her ex-fiancé, Nathan. Nathan was great at first, good conversation, amazing dates, lavish gifts, he treated her like princess. But slowly, over time, Nathan stopped trying, it especially became bad after their engagement. They rarely talked, unless it was about work, or wedding plans, he neglected her, especially in the bedroom. Angel soon realized that despite Nathan's neglectfulness, she made no effort to confront him about it. She didn't care, not a single bit. In the end, Angel had to accept that her heart belonged to someone else. That Rio was the only man for her.

Which brings her too tonight, Angel's high school class's reunion. It was a big one, celebrating 20 years, and Angel thought it would be the perfect remedy to cheer her up. She could let loose, reunite with some old classmates, and celebrate with her friends she's had since then. Something that could put her mind at ease, pull her focus away from the abysmal ending to her engagement.

She was having a good time, truly, cutting up on the dance floor to a killer set of music from 04' and 05', with her besties, Clarissa, Benny, Keke, and Dre. Angel was having the time of her life, dancing to Lose My Breath by Destiny's Child, when her friends froze, their eyes all staring at the bar of the ballroom. Clarissa leaned and whispered.

"Rio's, here."

Angel's mind and heart went to full overdrive, as memories of their relationship flooded her mind. Apparently, while Angel and her friends were having the time of their lives, Rio showed up and instantly became the talk of the town. He had a few breezy conversations with old classmates, charming them of course, and when asked about what does for a living, he smoothly responded that he was an entrepreneur, that he's always been good with numbers. Which wasn't a complete lie, but it wasn't the truth either. Of course, none of their classmates were aware of Rio's true dealings, only Angel and her close circle were privy to that info.

Despite the nerves that bubbled in her stomach, Angel, knew that she had to face Rio at some point. She marched over and sat at the bar next to him. After some awkward pretense, more on Angel's part than Rio's, and shot of whiskey later, they talked. The conversation flowed and soon before they knew, it was like old times. They caught up and laughed about old memories. More and more Angel felt her heart swell in her chest, her latent feelings for Rio were bubbling to surface. But Rio surprised her, after sharing a couple dances to slow jams, a proposition slipped freely from his lips.

"Come home with me?"

From a safe distance, her friends watched the exchange, seeing the chemistry they still had after all this time, and despite some reservations, they encouraged to follow her heart, or as Keke put it, her pussy. When they were parting ways, Clarissa hugged her tight and encouraged her, whispering in her ear, "Just go with him, girl. Have some fun, we both now you deserve it after the shit you've been through."

So, here she was, whimpering and writhing underneath Rio's touch, while simultaneously admiring the backyard view. An ink-colored sky served as a gorgeous back drop, for the glowy lit infinity pool, in the distance was twinkling lights from buildings near the coastal beach. It was truly a sight to see. Angel snapped back to reality when she felt a firm hand, cradle her chin.

"Where'd you go?" Rio asked. His Coca-Cola colored eyes stared back at her. His head tipped to side, long eye lashes fluttering against the tops of cheeks as he blinked.

His gaze was heavy was lust, completely unrelenting. Its intensity caused Angel to squirm in her seated position. A warmth bloomed underneath her skin as she rubbed at the part of her neck Rio just was. It was still wet from his kisses.

"N-nowhere, baby," Angel stammered.

Slowly, Rio lips curled into a half smile.

"Good," Rio nodded his head as his gaze traveled down to Angel's chest, zeroing in on the exposed skin the peeked through her top, "now take this shit off. I wanna see them titties, Nena."

Completely under his spell, Angel quickly took of her top, leaving her in a lacy, cerulean colored bra, her mini skirt, and a pair of thoroughly soaked panties. Immediately Rio, hand's palmed at Angel's breasts, rubbing and squeezing them. A soft moan escaped her lips, as Rio's lips latched onto one of nipples.

"Yes, baby," Angel sighed, her hands cradled Rio's head close to her. His tongue alternated between soft flicks and harsh sucks at her left nipple. He released her nipple with a pop and went to the right nipple, repeating the same thing, "Fuck, baby, just like that. Shit!"

Angel could feel the wetness pool inside of her panties, as her clit began to throb. She needed Rio, real bad.

"Damn," Rio breathed out. He pulled away from Angel's chest, while his large hands rubbed at her ample thighs. His lips curled into a wicked smile as he admired his handywork. Angel's boobs glistened with sweat, as her hardened nipples stood at full attention, with spit dripping from them, "I missed them titties, girl. Fuck, I need to that pussy too. Lift up for me."

Angel obliged. Rio supported her with one hand, while with the other, slipping off her mini skirt and panties. He tossed the skirt to the floor, while he pocketed her panties. A storm swirled in his eyes, a thick haze of lust, as he admired Angel's, wet, glistening, pussy.

"I dunno if I can wait, mama," Rio rasped. He brought a finger to Angel's core, swiping at her wetness, and brought it back to his lips, sucking on it, "You taste good, mama. All this shit for me?"

Angel nodded. "Yes, it's all for you baby,"

Wordlessly, Rio plunged his fingers inside of Angel, who let out a yelp in response. He quickly fell back into old habits, fucking Angel with his fingers, just the way she liked it.

"Yeaaahhh, just like that," Rio rasped, he bent down and licked at her lips, "Be a good girl and fuck my fingers back," Angel whined loudly, following his instructions, lifting her hips slight and fucked his thick, fingers.

"Fuck! I'm close baby!"

"I gotchu, mama. Fuck, I feel you on my fingers. You gonna let me take care of you, huh? I'll give you anything you want mama, fuck, you being so good for me. Cum for me, darlin',"

And she did. Angel's eyes squeezed shut as she gushed over his fingers. A string of curses and pleases slipped from Angel's lips as Rio continued to fuck her through her orgasm. She could feel the cum slipping down her thighs.

"Mi alma, you look so good cummin' for me," Rio praised her. He captured her lips and kissed her sweetly. His tongue swirled around in her mouth as mimicking the move with his fingers. Angel pulled away from him, mewling.

"Riooooo, fuck, slow down baby,"

Rio landed a firm smack on Angel's ass. He cradled Angel's chin bringing her eyes towards him. His eyes hardened a bit, still holding its lustful haze, now a bit possessiveness broke through. Rio crooked his fingers, slowing down his pace just a tad, but driving into Angel's pussy much harsher and deeper.

"Fuck, I say about that shit," He growled.

"Shit! Baby, I-I'm s-sorry," Angel whimpered. Her mind flickered back to them making out in the car, he only to wanted to her his name, his real one, "Christopher, 's too much,"

A look of pure satisfaction bloomed across Rio's face. Got her.

"Just one more, mama. Be a good girl for me," Rio sunk down to knees, he slowly placed small kisses at Angel's inner thighs. He worshiped the plushness of her thighs, while Angel writhed and whined. He inched closer, spreading Angel's thighs further apart. He admired how she dripped around his fingers. "Fuck, mama I want you to cum on my tongue, 'k?"

Rio kept his eyes on Angel as he licked at her entrance, swirling his tongue around his fingers, continuing on until he reached her clit. Rio pressed a soft kiss to Angel's clit.

"Christopher!" Angel shouted.

Rio worked in tandem, his long fingers plunged in and out of Angel's, while his tongue swirled around her clit, flicking at the sensitive bud. Angel's hands rubbed at the soft hair of Rio's buzzcut, while the familiar thrumming of her orgasm quickly approached.

"Christopher, fuck, I'm soooo close,"

Rio pulled back, "Say it again,"

"Christopher,”

“Again,”

“Christopher, Christopher, Christopherrrrr, keep fuckin’ me, I’m so close,”

Rio grinned as he returned to her pussy. He latched onto her clit, sucking so harshly, Angel for sure believe that it was going to be bruised. His fingers fucked her even faster, as she clenched around them, as Rio French-kissed her pussy. He was completely relentless, wanting to see her cum, again, again, and again. With one last, harsh suck at her clit, Angel, exploded. She screamed in pleasure as she rode out her orgasm. Rio rose up, slowly pumping his fingers, before pulling out.

"Did so good for me," He mumbled against her cheek, holding her close as Angel rode out the aftershocks.

“I love you so much, baby,” Angel whispered in his ear.

Rio captured her lips again, kissing Angel. He licked at her mouth, allowing Angel to taste herself. Rio arms snaked around Angel's torso, and with ease, managed to throw her over his shoulder. Angel giggled and kicked her feet and Rio moved to the stairs.

"Baby! What are you doing?"

"It's time for the real show to start, Nena," Rio teased, he playfully smacked her ass, "You ready for me?"

"Always."

[tokiwarcube]

Hi!! I've been binging your writing, and I love the way you write for all the boys! Could we get something about doing their corpsepaint before a show? Headcanons or drabble, either is good <3 thanks! <3

Oh, yes!! I've been wanting to write something like this for a while -- below the cut! (And thank you so much!! <3)

Nathan Explosion

Nathan has a very specific way of doing things — every piece has to be in its proper place before things can proceed. His perfectionist nature has mostly applied to the music side of things — whether it be through nature or prophecy, he’s never really been able to tell — but that’s not to say that the actual performance is just cobbled together. No; if anything, he’s just as particular about the shows themselves. And corpsepaint is just another piece of it all. Nathan letting you do his paint is quite the sign of trust — a handing over of the reigns. A form of vulnerability, loathe as he is to admit it.

You didn’t think it was possible for his voice to get any deeper than it already is, but as he averts his eyes and mumbles some half-baked response to your mindless prattling, you’re sure you can feel the room shake. He swallows, evidently flustered under your gaze. That fire is only stoked by your gentle touch — the gentle caress of sponge on skin, the tilting of his jaw, the swiping of stray strands… it’s intimate in a way it shouldn’t be, and despite the fact that he can hear his heart pounding in his ears, he’s soaking up every moment of it. He does his best to make small talk, so as not to give away his fluster, but it’s deeply obvious to anyone walking by just how smitten he is with you.

Pickles the Drummer

Pickles has very fond memories of doing his makeup in gas station bathrooms as a teenager and young adult, despite the insults and slurs hurled his way. The glittery makeup of his youth — loud, proud, and very “fuck you” in nature — was truly an artform. Intricate, yet slapped together at the same time. So similar and yet so different from the black and white image of him today. He’s at a perfect middle ground with his paint — it’s a quick, five-minute ordeal for him that despite being thrown on haphazardly, always comes out just as its meant to. Because that’s what makes it good — he doesn’t overthink it. He just does it. So when you offer to do it for him, he’s completely game. You can’t really fuck it up, and even if you managed to, it’s not like it takes long to fix.

He can’t say he’s not enamored with how sweet you are to him, though. And sure, you certainly take a lot longer than he does, but he can’t find it in himself to complain. Not when you look at him so softly, sharing the same breath as you lean in to fix a smudge. He’s as chatty as usual, but don’t let that distract you — he is eating up your attention, and rest assured, he’ll be coming back to you for every show. He smiles, lips darting nervously between his lips, and revels in your lighthearted scolding as you go back over the microcosm he managed to rub away. If you call him out for doing it intentionally, he won’t deny it… but he probably won’t stop, either. Can you blame him, when you keep feeding the beast?

Skwisgaar Skwigelf

Skwisgaar is nothing if not a perfectionist — even with the splotchy nature of Dethklok’s corpsepaint, there always seems to be something wrong with it… unless you’re doing it, of course. The first time you do his paint for him — after a lot of begging on your own end — he’s laying on the charm thick. He’s as much of a flirt as he is a diva, really. But once he realizes how gentle you’re being? How rapt your attention is, with no ulterior motives? He’s suddenly very quiet… and very thankful for the thick layer of paint over his cheeks. After that first time, he withdraws for a little while. He doesn’t mention the incident again, and he doesn’t take up your offer to do it for him anymore. But you notice that when he’s laying the paint on, his eyes bounce over to you more and more often. And then one day, he just… hands the materials over to you before a show. And from then on it becomes a little routine — he doesn’t let anybody else but you do it. He loosens up a bit more then, starts chatting like usual again… but sometimes you’ll notice his ears get a bit red before you paint over them.

“None of these dildos knows what they ams doings, and I amnst going to damage my hands doings this stupids paintings.”

Toki Wartooth

Toki is infuriatingly smooth by pure virtue of the fact that he’s just so… genuine. He’s been doing his own corpsepaint since he was old enough to buy the materials, but after Dethklok went big, he just hasn’t had to. It can be a bit of a struggle wrangling him before a show, and makeup and costuming is just another piece of that rodeo — so, why not take that part on yourself?

“Yous hands ams so soft.”

“You ams have very pretty eyes.”

“Ams you still coming out for drinks afters this?”

His mouth seems to run at a million miles an hour, and you feel yourself start to flush at his unwavering attention. Suffice to say, Toki always asks you to do his paint for him.

William Murderface

For William, the corpsepaint is just some gimmick that really, he doesn’t give too much of a fuck about. He’s picky about his sense of style, and the corpsepaint never really fit into that for him — it’s just a quick paint-and-go type deal. Maybe there’s a half-filled smudge on his cheek, maybe he didn’t get all the way around his eyes — he doesn’t really care. So when you ask to do his paint, he’s a bit confused — maybe even insulted. He doesn’t really give it his all, but it can’t be that bad, can it? He’s a little fractious at first, but be patient enough, and you can get him in a chair. Maybe not without a few self-preserving, defensive comments, but he shuts up real quick when he feels your hand on his face. Tilting him so gently this way and that, brushing the curls out of his face to keep the paint from soaking the strands, dragging your thumb across the right areas to make little smudges… It almost feels like a prank, like someone is going to jump out at any minute and ridicule him for being soft. He thinks he’d deserve it, with how starry-eyed he feels. He whips between your normal conversation and probing questions — have you done this before? This isn’t weird for you? It’s fast enough to give you whiplash, but frankly, you know him well enough by now — a bit of patience goes a long way, and soon enough, he’ll be coming back to have you do it again, and again, and again.

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reading round up REDO!

sorry for the double tag, first post didn’t save properly and i wasn’t able to give you all your flowers. please find them under the cut. i’m so embarrassed.

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fic list:

assorted works of @ceruleanmusings <3

Blood Diamond; Year Five

ahh!! the blood diamond one shots are always so enjoyable to read and that make me think so much about my own characters and their backstories and childhoods as well. this one in particular really got to me; there isn't much room for childhood discussion in btrtv and the way you characterize young kendall and james made me MELT. so accurate to real kids, first of all, but there was so much shared about each other with just a few lines of dialogue. katie tugging james' hair at the end is like. the perfect precursor to their relationship as they grow older too lmao! i always look forward to your work :) <3

2. assorted works of @partiallypearl / @praetoravila <3

adorable kaela blurb

lolive ghost blurb

mighta found the one (but i need you too)

'cause i don't wanna keep you guessing

ipod shuffle challenge

all over again

pearl... darling.... there is nothing i love seeing more than your lovely works! from our dms to your full works, you are truly so creative it blows my mind! this month was no exception. the kaela blurb already had me by the throat... those two mean the world to me i mean it! and the various lolive blurbs and all over again... lord you had me crying with the last chapter of that one... and of course... the wag au one-shot... you are so sweet to me and my baby girl roxy, and that blurb had me literally giggling and kicking my feet hehehe. tysm for the sweet gift for my birthday <3 and your iPod shuffle challenge was so interesting! i love all the stories you chose to tell and how every word in the small drabbles packed a punch!!!! lovely as always <33 tysm for sharing :)))

3. assorted works of @selangkir <3

promptober one-shot!!

aughauifafvaibie there are never enough words to describe how well you write katie and the knights. even if this was just a short story reworked to be in kendall's pov, the strong ties between them are evident and i love the little quirks and rituals they all have that you sneak in there. how kendall instantly knows something wrong with katie, how katie pushes back against him, everything is just *chefs kiss* excited to read katie's pov if you ever wish to share that as well!!! <33

4. assorted works of @inkameswetrust <3

date night

god. in kames we DO trust. everything about this one-shot had me going through like. every single emotion possible for a person to feel. lyn is the character of all time + i love how james (and kendall, reluctantly) got to participate in a scheme akin to their youth to make sure her date goes perfectly :)) and the dual line between what was going on with lyn and Nathan helped kendall and james learn more about each other - even after being together for so long!! thought about this one for days ngl and the drawings you made live in my head rent free. im just 1000% obsessed thank you so so so much for sharing :)

5. assorted works of @naquey / @ithinkyouhealedmyheart <3

ghostwriter ch 3-8

AHHHHH RONNIE MY SWEET MY LOVE MY EVERYTHINGGG god the story you are weaving her for and kendall have me (affectionately) tearing my hair out. the way these chapters set up her relationships with most of the main characters is just so special. though everyone is just a little bit different than one another, and all the teens have their own special quirks, they're all still able to get along and make friends. i imagine in the tough Hollywood industry, that's all they have. ronnie slowly getting to know and opening up to the other girls, the band, guitar dude, and everyone else is so sweet! each chapter brings a new understanding to her character, and i love every little thing about her :) getting to read her and kendall's story is a privilege!! so excited for their future heheh <33

6. assorted works of @icegirl2772 <3

Take A Shot In The Dark Ch. 16

eee kaelyn!!! my sweet sweet girl!! this chapter follows one of my favorite episodes, and i love all the special additions you made for kaelyn and her story. so happy to read that she and neil are over... now james can step in and pick up her broken heart!! akifaiufaiufbaie i can't wait for them to get together, you've got me on the edge of my seat :))) <3

7. assorted works of @fiyero3305 / @fiyero0533

promptober one-shots!!

MY FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!! thank you so much for using my prompt list, i'm so happy you were able to find inspiration from the things i put together this month :) though i am just a casual fan of the umbrella academy, from my two seasons of knowledge, i'm confident in saying i love your version of the characters even more lol! each blurb brought in a new sibling dynamic, something of your own to bring to the table. just blew me away, truly. my favorite was the cemetery prompt you wrote with ben. got my heart squeezing harder than ever before! and the one with the psychic and klaus and allison was soooo so so good. so happy you were able to get these out and share them ;) looking forward to more in the future

8. assorted works of @bunnyfern

a field of blooming tulips

ahh!! my lovely crowe!! i love her and james' story so much :)) the bad boy chapter never disappoints... crowe getting hints of home and talking to luka in the middle was so great! i love getting little glimpses of her life back home :) her ever-evolving relationships with the others at the palm woods is so adorable too!! always a pleasure to read <3

[scrvivorisms]

Another Maladaptive Daydream of the Partners in Time: A Drabble/ Ficlet based within My Ordinary Life.

Only MUTUALS May turn this into a Thread. Ending left vague and open ended for Said Reply.

Based on This Song

Feat Williams Favorite Car Ride Song

Summary: It is 1994, Maxine is in San Francisco. She met the very young, and very in love Joyce and William. Chloe's parents. Or, to be parents. The oddly cathartic experience, however strange for the teens, only got Maxine thinking.

The Year never mattered. The passage of time all became relativity. As did the subjectiveness of it all. As did ones own humanity, their morals. It all became something that was never concrete. Never stayed for more than the time she was there. It took on the shape that was needed wherever she was. Whoever she was. Every form was Maxine. She made sure of that. The same even voiced, freckled faced woman they'd come to know through the years. Coming and going like wind.

Though, on late nights when the floorboards dug into her shoulder blades, blue orbs ever focusing on the ceiling fan of her current dwelling, she always thought of them. Her. That place. However damaging and changing, Arcadia Bay permeated Maxine's very soul. Every occurrence since then stemmed from it. Even now, being pushed and pulled by time, flung into something other. Places, people, faces... all new. Unknown. Surely, to be nonexistent in such a way, yet the opposite was a punishment of sorts by the universe.

It sure as all hell felt that way today. She was on a path, on a bench during the day, sipping away on a coffee and paging through her journal. Maxine was a Watcher. Ever the Observer of the world. Normally, she wouldn't pay mind to anyone passing by her on this path. They wouldn't remember her. And she, them. Though...that laugh. With the ever Southern twang to it. It made her feel eighteen again. Younger even. And when she looked...

Joyce. And William was with her. They were so, so young. They looked to be barely into their 20s. Eyes full of hopeful youth. And when she looked further: the roundness of Joyce's belly beneath a white tank top was more than apparent. She was very pregnant. With Chloe. Oh....Oh Chloe....

They were talking of everything and nothing. Of what to do with their time in San Francisco on their vacation before the birth. The birth... Everything began playing like a tape in the back of her mind as she watched. They'd stopped. And there. There. William had a camera. An old, eggshell, perhaps tan Kodak Polaroid Instant Camera. The very one he used when she and Chloe were children on Cedar Ave in their home. The one Chloe gave her at eighteen as a gift when Nathan Prescott broke the other. It seemed William was struggling. With getting the right angle, the lighting, all of it. She stood before fully thinking through what she would say or do.

"Need a hand?" His eyes flew up from the camera, from Joyce and to her. He nervously laughed.

"I, uh, yeah." Christ... it still sounded like him. Maxine held out her hand in offering. He handed over the camera which she has and hasn't yet called a companion. The weight is so familiar in her hands. Fingers easily landing on the button to take a picture. Photography was as easy as breathing at 28. So finding the right angle, the rays of the sun hitting their faces. She looked at them expectantly and they then posed. William slung an arm around Joyce and leaned in for a kiss. One which was provided without hesitation, both smiling into it. Maxine took the photo.

"So, you're on a trip." Maxine remarked this handing them both the fresh photo and the camera back.

"What makes you say that?" Joyce's head tilted.

"C'mon... a young couple on a walking path, conveniently in perfect view of the iconic bridge of San Fran? An even more convenient camera? You're tourists." Max finished this with the softest, kindest smile she could muster. The pair laughed.

"Ya caught us." William said haughtily. He went to put the camera away in his tote bag. And then he went to examine the picture. "Damn... lighting's perfect. What do they call that again?"

"Golden Hour."

A quiet nod as they looked on at the photo, then Maxine. This was getting weird. Hell, for everyone else besides her, it would be. No one ever got to meet their Best Friends parents before they became such.

"So, When are they due?"

"March. The beginning of the month if I remember the doctor right." Joyce finished this with the placement of her dainty hand over the baby bump ever so lovingly.

"Did you have a name in mind?"

"Chloe."

"Middle will be Elizabeth." William added on, just as proud, just as excited. Christ, if only they knew what lay ahead... No. Let this be. Let it be.

"You'll make great parents. I mean, look at your faces." Maxine beamed falsely. "You should mark the photo. A title or phrase. This seems like an important moment."

William was all over it. Though, in his bag, he didn't have a pen. But Max did. A permanent marker in black ink. Max looked up and dared to ask for their names, all three for clarification although she already knew it. And so, when they answered, she cemented this moment in time with what she read so long ago.

"SF Holidays with William (and Chloe)"

She capped the marker back off, and returned the photo. Fingers brushing with William's. And oh, did it hurt to feel, to register his being corporeal. Here. This wouldn't likely happen again. So when they thanked her for taking the shot, wished her a good night, and left without asking her name, she just... stood there. Watching their bodies fade over the curve of the walking path and away into their lives. The next 14 years will be beautiful. Simple. Idyllic.

And then William will be killed in a crash. Chloe will pull away. Joyce will be shattered. Five more years, then a Mother, Joyce would be no longer. And in this timeline, Chloe would stay dead. Max would not be there for interference this time around. She thought of that the whole walk home. Or, what she called home right now. Some dingy hotel room she's been paying for with just cash. Under the table. They only had her name. And a fake ID. Maxine always went for a camera and false identity when she arrived in a new time.

She shoved the key in, turned the lock, and pushed the door open. Allowing it to creak open on its hinges until the knob hit the wall with a dull thud. She stood on the threshold far too long. It felt as though something bad would happen if she went inside. Though, it was only her mind. The spiral that always came when her old life wriggled its way back. Triggered her.

She moved fast, slamming the door. Throwing the dead bolt and chain lock as well. Not that her current companion needed or was stopped by the simple machinations of a lock on a door. No, if they wanted in, they would get in. It was more symbolic than anything. Leave Me Alone, it said. She had many mix-tapes. A collection of time. Rhythm. Memory. She had one song in mind. Now bare feet padded over to the Walkman she's had for so long now. Max grabbed the headphones that had seen just as much wear. They went on, her back hit the floor. She stayed there. Pressed play. Wept.

Maxine curled in on herself then. Sobbed, spiraled, consoled herself both within and without her mind. Her thin arms hugged around her quivering form as the ceiling fan went around, around, around. This never felt fair. It was depriving, a unique kind of hell. Her companion, her friend did not have this pain. Though immortal, their life was one singular thread. A continuity. Maxine felt like a tree. Its root more specifically. Or a neglected ball of yarn. Something unmanageable. Untanglable. You would never be able to truly unwind it. It wasn't fair!

This isn't fair. Not fair, not fair. NOT FAIR.

The sun was set. And her current friend would be coming. She made a point to have separate dwelling though within the same building. They were next to each other. Neighbors. That was how they met. They might have heard her thoughts on the wind, felt it. She didn't know, and didn't bother to question how Vampires work when she can barely pin herself down.

Her face burned, she couldn't breathe. It felt like a vice was clamping down on her very being. It always felt so extensive yet suffocating to be this way. To be Maxine Caulfield. The woman out of time. At least so many people she told of her life called her that. Chloe called her that. Called her so many things in reverence. Adoration, love, hate, sadness. She was everything and nothing.

The door opened. Again, the fruitlessness of locks with them... Her head craned. There they were. How pathetic, how messy she must look. Still in her evergreen trench coat, golden beanie shoved beneath her head to serve a pillow. Legs splayed and kicking only moments before as she cried. The puffiness of her face must be amplified to them. Her reddened cheeks from distress.

"I'm fine. It's fine." A lie. She never could lie. And certainly not to a creature like them. They would know. So she remained laying on the floor, looking up at them, trying horribly to settle her breathing. It came in stutters.

[lavender-romancer]

Miscellaneous Television Masterlist

Preacher, Misfits, Outlander, TEOTFW

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TEOTFW James x Reader Okay ♡ Your boyfriend James uses his favorite catchphrase to annoy you  Laughing ♡ You and your boyfriend James go to a party together and the two of you aren’t really enjoying it as much as you thought you would  Comfort Requested ♡ You, James, and Alyssa all break into a house, things couldn't go wrong... could they?

Typical Requested ♡ Just after James' dad died you began getting sick in the mornings and it was horrifically ironic how typical this was for your life Drabbles ♡ I. “don’t lie to me” “did you ever love me?”

[darkmatter-nebula]

During a consultation at the perichiatrician, a bully who was bandaged in a wheelchair with bones all broken talks about that fateful day and then comes the flashback of a certain starboy and a blond boy who traumatized

Hi again, my dear @importantnightwerewolf!

Thank you for the request!

Drabble: The Bully's Trauma

"I've made a very big mistake as I decided to make the little boy with the multi-colored face cry. I'm the biggest idiot in Gravesfield!" The bully, Nathan, remembered Hunter beating the shit out of him for messing with of Colli.

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"You are a freak!" Nathan spoke venomously as he shoved Colli to the ground. The small starboy with otherworldly fluffy lavender hair and a heart of gold couldn't hold back his tears as Nathan gave him a bloody nose. "You have dark blue blood? Yep, you're a freak!"

As soon as Nathan had said that, he was tackled to the ground by a certain young Grimwalker. Hunter was angry! Very, very, very, VERY angry! The former Golden Guard gave Nathan the beating of his lifetime for hurting Colli.

Speaking of Colli, the kindhearted eternal child was still crying. As soon as Hunter was done with Nathan, the blonde boy immediately comforted his beautiful little Sunshine. Hunter and Colli returned to the Noceda house. Hunter held the immortal celestial boy protectively in his arms the whole time.

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"Yep. I'm never going to bully anyone ever again." Nathan told his story a nurse, who already knew Colli and Hunter. "Wise choice. These two are the most inseparable pair of brothers, and the blonde boy is incredible protective of his little brother." She said as she drank some coffee.

The End

[savysxwritings]

April 8th, 2015 - The Day Nathan Died.

{Drabble}

"Hey, It's not just his birthday, It's yours too, Noah." Savannah said as she held the cellphone to her ear, talking to her fiance's twin on the phone. "So what, Sav? Birthdays suck." Noah responded. She could heard his distaste for his birthday through the phone, and could only imagine what his facial expression was. "Well, Tomorrow, I would like to take you both out for your birthday, together. I know that Nate would really like that if you came too. Please?" She was almost pleading with her soon to be brother-in-law. Even though Nathan and Noah weren't as close at the time, Sav would still try and get them together for their birthdays and celebrate. This one was just as special because it was their 21st birthday and in 8 days would be hers also. "Fine. For you." Noah responded, sighing through the phone. Just as Savannah was about to respond, She heard the beep of another call coming through on the other end. Pulling her phone away, Savannah saw that it was Julian calling in. Giving her phone a weird look, She wasn't sure why Julian was calling since they were supposed to be celebrating Nathan's birthday that night together. "Hey, I gotta go. Julian's calling. I'll see you tomorrow." She hung up and immediately switched over to speak to Julian. "Juls, You're supposed to be getting my fiance drunk and bringing him home in a couple hours. Why are you calling me?" She asked, trying not to smirk. "Sav, You need to come to…" He trailed off as his voice began to shake. "Juls. What? What's going on?" She was starting to get worried and she didn't like the feeling that was arising in the pit of her stomach. "I'll text you the address, but you need to get here now." Julian responded and quickly hung up the call. It wasn't long before Savannah was arriving to the address in which Julian had texted her. Pulling up, there was a lot of red tape, Julian's car was off to the side smashed into another vehicle. Paramedics, yellow tape and fire and rescue were all there. "OhGod!" She got out of her car and ran over to yellow tape until one of the police officers tried to stop her. "That's my best friends car. My fiance was with him!" She began to fight the police officer to get around him and that was when one of the paramedic's that she recognized came over and told the police officer to let her through. "Where's Nathan? Where's Julian?!" She asked, getting more worked up. "Savannah, Julian was taken to the hospital after he called you. But, Nathan…" Kyle trailed off as he looked at the young redhead. His eyes filled with remorse and hurt. Savannah looked around at the scene. It was like the sound had went mute as Kyle began to explain what had happened to Nathan and the accident. He explained how a drunk driver had swerved into Julian's lane. Julian was bringing Nathan home to her so he could spend the last few hours of his birthday with her. She just watched as the paramedics attended to all of the injured victims. The firefighters fighting to get the vehicles apart and access the situation at hand. "Sav…" His voice became clear and loud again, as Savannah looked back at him in denial. "You're wrong." She simply said and left the scene. She couldn't cry because she didn't believe it. She couldn't. The coroner had brought Nathan's body to the hospital and Savannah had went there to see Julian, and what she hoped would be Nathan, alive, also. But once she arrived, Julian was checking himself out of the hospital and Savannah didn't see Nathan. Where is he?" She asked him as she walked over to him. "Sav, I am so sorry." Julian said he looked back at her with so much guilt in his eyes. "Where is he!?" She asked again. "WHERE IS MY FIANCE!?" She yelled, now causing a scene. "Sav, You don't want to see him like that." He told her, shaking his head. "This is your fault. You caused this." She spat at him, then went around him to go to the nurses station. Getting information that she needed from them, She was brought to where she could see Nathan. Julian had followed after her.

Savannah couldn't believe what she had been told until she saw it for herself, with her own eyes. Following the hallways down to the morgue, She was fighting back the emotions. She could hear the footsteps of Julian, who came out of the accident practically unscathed. How is it that Julian had nothing but scratches on him, but Nathan died? So many more questions were to be answered but all she wanted to see was Nathan. Reaching the morgue, She paused at the door. "Stay here." She demanded, not even looking back at him, as she stepped inside. "I'm here to identify my fiance, Nathan Strickland." She spoke without any emotion. The morgue technician nodded their head and moved to go get the body ready. She watched as the man walked into another room and pulled the body out of one of the cold storage cabinets and wheeled him over to the middle of the room. Walking back over to Savannah, He looked at her. "Right this way." The room was cold, colder than normal and every feeling. She had personally never been down in the morgue before, and never thought she would ever have to go in. Walking over to the table with the white sheet covering a body, Savannah nodded her head. The man pulled the sheet down and that was when Savannah screamed out, and began sobbing. "No. No. You can't be gone." She cried, throwing herself onto Nathan's lifeless body. Julian came into the room and tried to pull her off but she pushed him off. "No! GET OUT!" She yelled at him. "THIS IS YOUR FAULT! GET OUT!" She yelled at him, as she fell onto the ground and sobbed harder, watching Julian decide to not fight and leave her there, alone.

[theytry]

nathan & jefferson drabble , 11/27/24 .

mark, you say, half slurred and less than concrete ; it feels odd in your mouth, so full of blood and bile and powder. saying it makes you feel stupid, almost, winds your shoulders forward into a permanent hunch your father loathes and everything in you awaits correction. in the beginning he only smiled at you, at your fumbling, at the childish titter to your voice and the crooked slant of your mouth, caught within a permanent wince.

you pick apart the fact that jefferson ( mark ) never smiles with his surely perfect row of molars … it’s instead a quaint thing, small, humble. you’re not used to that sort of expression. his features are defined in a sculpture way and it’s soft, like the old greeks, and his beard looks inviting and his reaching hands always hover, in quiet asking, before they grace you. you’re not used to that, either. his fingers clasp around your elbow, splayed across the tender, thinned inside of it, and he guides you that way -- a nudge, a pull that feels foreign and too lax for a prescott, and he calls you nathan and he calls you talented. he wants you around, mark, and you try soothing the betraying rise of excitement : try to steady shaking hands, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, how your skin squeezes too tight around your lungs and ribs and it hurts, and you tread carefully. you preen under his attention and his touch and when your father sneers at you, mark lifts an arm and lets you cower into his side -- steadier than yours, so steady and imposing, but the good kind you think. he tells you with a wry look that he doesn’t like your father either, finds him annoying, and the absurdity shakes a laugh from you, pitchy, disbelieving, awed.

the oddly intimate shape of his name starts twisting in your mouth after a while though. he asks for things, and you give. fuck your shitty little family of horrors anyway, right? you blow it on mark and his desires without blinking ; it’s barely a thought to you, young and loaded, nose reddening from parties -- head spacey and you’re gone, so fucking gone, that it glides off your back like water. couple thousands’ nothin’, you tell him, excitable, grabbing his arm and smiling wide, closed like his own, he’ll make it back and then some in, i don’t know, a fucking day. and it’s good. sunshine, rainbows, touching, compliments … it works. you, nathan prescott, are succeeding. but there’s a period where you call his name in a tone he scowls at, calls it simpering, calls it childish in a way that sounds bad, and then your lips are stuffed with jefferson ; that’s his name, that’s the correct term, he tells you, so he’ll pretend he didn’t hear the whining mark’s in that voice of yours. you wish you would get angry. get even. snap back in return. anything. but it disarms you and the distance suddenly stretches, miles of ocean and nothingness between you and him, and something falters and breaks and you keep bowing, impossibly small, and you beg. you don’t know what you did wrong, but then again, you never do. it’s something inherent, probably, or so your doctors say.

turns out mark ( jefferson ) loathes that more than the first offense.

[tonystarkbingo]

TSB Round 7 - Final Roundup!

We've reached the final roundup of Mark VII! As always, you can find the last few fills below, and make sure to submit your master posts if you haven't already. We hope you've had phenomenal round, because we've had a blast with all of you!

Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: S2 - KINK: Multiple Orgasms Title: A Sign of the (Sexy) Times Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Pepper/Bucky Word Count: 426 Rating: Mature Major Tags/Triggers: Established Relationship, Threesome - F/M/M, Implied Sexual Content, Fade to Black Sex, Summary: An internet meme inspires Tony, Bucky and Pepper to try a new position.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: S3 - Pairing: Tony/Thor Title: Caught by the Rain and Blinded by the Lightning - Chapter 2 Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Thor Word Count: 567 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: post CA:CW, Friends with Benefits, One Night Stand, Bottom Tony, Morning After Summary: Tony faces the morning after their one night stand with his teammate.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: T2 - KINK: Cock-blocking 'bots Title: Competing for His Affections Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky/Tony Word Count: 586 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Tower fic, new relationship, 'bots, Dum-E, jealousy, cock-blocking, humor Summary: Now that he and Tony are a thing, Bucky faces some jealousy from an unexpected quarter.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: T3 - A pairing you've never done Title: No Sensation to Compare with This Link: AO3 Pairings: Maria Rambeau/Tony Word Count: 1093 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: 1990’s era, Air Force, Bars, Flirting, Dancing, Secret Identities Summary: Maria and Carol decide to go have some fun before an important test flight; little do they know said fun will end up involving the young CEO of Stark Industries and his Air Force liaison.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: S5 - Old Ghosts Title: Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII November Round Robin Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony & Loki Word Count: 330 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Alpacas, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Time Shenanigans, Good Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark Lives, Round Robin, Secret Identities Summary: For Tony, it's another day at the lake house with Morgan and Gerald, his Alpaca.... Until in a manner of speaking, Gerald tells him that the world needs saving again. No really. Well... sort of.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: T5 - Shawarma Title: Setting Aside the Shield Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve & Tony Word Count: 100 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Drabble, Post-Avengers (2012) Canon-divergent, Internal Monologue Summary: After the Battle of New York, Steve Rogers decides to discover what a new century has to offer, courtesy of a new friend.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: A2 - KINK: Concubine Title: The Sultan’s Gifts - Chapter Two Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Steve/Bucky Word Count: 1071 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: No Powers AU, Dom/sub, M/M/M Threesome, shrimpy!Steve, Dom!Tony, sub!Steve, sub!Bucky, PWP, Roleplay, Impact Play, Bondage, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex Summary: Once Steve recovers, they continue their scene; Tony insists his concubines demonstrate their skills on one another before he indulges.

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Collaborator: SomeSortofItalianRoast Card Number: 7012 Square Filled: A4 - Alcoholism Title: the (best) worst thing to happen to her Link: AO3 Pairings: Howard Stark/Maria Stark, Sophie Devereaux/Nathan Ford, Sophie Devereaux/Harry Wilson (Leverage) Word Count: 1012 Rating: Mature Major Tags/Triggers: Sophie Devereaux is Maria Stark, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Canonical Character Death, not a happy fic, Heavy Angst, Angst and Feels Summary: Maria Carbonell was not her birth name. It’s been so long that she’s not sure whether she remembers what was written on her birth certificate, if she even knew what that had been. Or, how Maria Stark became Sophie Devereaux.

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Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 7001 Square Filled: T5 - friends to lovers Title: On and Off the Record - Chapter 1 Link: Tumblr Pairings: Pepperony Word Count: 3595 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: journalist/celebrity AU, friends to lovers, fluff/humor/angst, Christine is awful, developing relationship Summary: Pepper is a broadcast journalist. Tony is a big-time CEO. When their chemistry makes them friends at first sight, it's really only a matter of time until they finally turn into something more.

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Collaborator: otpcutie Card Number: 7029 Square Filled: S4 - S4, kink: dom/sub Title: Burning Bright Link: Tumblr Pairings: Steve/Tony Word Count: 0.5k Rating: Mature Major Tags/Triggers: Nonsexual D/s, puppy play, sub/puppy Steve, Owner/dom Tony, jealousy, reassurance, fluff, affection Summary: Steve asks Tony about a new friend of his.

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Collaborator: otpcutie Card Number: 7029 Square Filled: A4 - snowed in Title: When Snow Falls (a Stony fic sneak peek) [moodboard] Link: Tumblr Pairings: Steve/Tony Word Count: N/A (moodboard) Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: cabin, snow, snowed in, fluff, forest, holiday, trip, moodboard, stony Summary: A moodboard sneak peek of my WIP When Snow Falls.

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Collaborator: SomeSortofItalianRoast Card Number: 7012 Square Filled: A3 - Quirks Title: Clark Kent's glasses Link: AO3 Pairings: Implied Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Word Count: 1543 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Identity RevealTony Stark Being a Little ShitImplied Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne - FreeformClark Kent is SupermanSuperman Played by Christopher Reeve Summary: Tony Stark makes an offer to buy the Daily Planet, and learns something about its star reporter.

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Collaborator: illogicalkat Card Number: 7009 Square Filled: A3 - free space Title: It's just a party chapter 1 Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark/Janet Van Dyne Word Count: 459 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: domestic fluff, pregnant character Summary: Tony tries to convince a pregnant Janet to throw a party with him, and accidentally reveals another project.

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Collaborator: Faustess Card Number: 7022 Square Filled: S1 - Missing Scene Title: Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - November Round Robin Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark & Loki Word Count: 1835 total (my part is 300+ words) Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Alpacas, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Time Shenanigans, Good Loki (Marvel), Tony Stark Lives Summary: For Tony, it's another day at the lake house with Morgan and Gerald, his Alpaca.... Until in a manner of speaking, Gerald tells him that the world needs saving again. No really. Well... sort of.

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Collaborator: Faustess Card Number: 7022 Square Filled: S2 - Shape Shifters Title: A Little Bird Told Me: A Tale of the Tangled Threads of Fate Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Word Count: moodboard Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Fairy Tale Style, Witches, Familiars, Shapeshifting, Big Bad Wolf Bucky Barnes, Witch Tony Stark, Magic, Misunderstandings Surrounding Cabbages, Forgiveness, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Awesome Pepper Potts, Sorceresses, Hurt/Comfort Summary: Somehow Big Bad Wolf Bucky Barnes can't stay away from the Witch of the Woods. It seems like Bucky's got a sixth sense for when Tony Stark's friends aren't around to run him off. When a cabbage-related misunderstanding leads to banishment, will the two be able to overcome their differences and figure out their connection?

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Collaborator: Faustess Card Number: 7022 Square Filled: A2 - Wish you were here Title: When the World No Longer Speaks Your Name (chapter 1) Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Word Count: 611 (chapter 1) Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Cemetery, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Baggage, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Steve Rogers Dies, Bucky Barnes Feels, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Lives, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Sad with a Happy Ending Summary: In the snow, Bucky Barnes made his way to the cemetery. He'd spent the morning at the World War II Memorial in DC, with the snow dusting the bronze wreaths there. Now, in Arlington, he stood among the headstones wreaths over his arm to find his friends. At the last one, he realized he wasn't alone. Tony Stark stood at Steve's gravesite, one sleeve of his wool coat pinned up, a reminder of that last battle. Neither of them spoke, not wanting to break the solemn silence of the place. When they left, though, they walked in the same direction.

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Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 7001 Square Filled: K5 - music Title: Primal Satisfaction (of the Clothes-Stealing Variety) Link: Tumblr Pairings: Pepperony, Tony & Rhodey, Iron Family Word Count: 709 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: crack and fluff, clothes stealing (sorta), suggestive Summary: Pepper really understands her husband. Both his possessive caveman side, and his nostalgic pack rat side. Rhodey would really rather not hear about it at all.

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Collaborator: SomeSortofItalianRoast Card Number: 7012 Square Filled: R2 - old married couple Title: So, how long have the two of you been married? Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark & Bruce Wayne Word Count: 1793 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Press and Tabloids, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne is Brucie Wayne, Banter, Minor Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Summary: “Didn’t sleep well last night?” Stark asked. “What time did you get in, anyway? Was the sun up?” He pulled his purple-tinted sunglasses down his nose to leer at Bruce. He had a fading black eye. Bruce wondered who’d punched him, and what he’d said to deserve it. Or, Bruce Wayne and Tony Stark banter through a press conference

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Collaborator: parker Card Number: 1030 Square Filled: A4 - Vampires/werewolves Title: n/a Link: Tumblr Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Word Count: 0 Rating: Mature Major Tags/Triggers: Vampires Summary: Vampire Tony helps newly turned vampire Bucky.

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Collaborator: deehellcat Card Number: 7014 Square Filled: S5 - canon divergence: everybody lives Title: The Obvious and In-Betweens, chapter 1 Link: AO3 Pairings: na Word Count: 921 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Canon Divergence: Post-Endgame, Canon Divergence: Everybody Lives, Quarantine, Pandemic, Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug, Bucky Barnes and Bruce Banner Friendship Summary: Like the deranged cherry atop an ice cream sundae of sheer madness, the human race celebrated the return of half its number by—getting a world-wide viral infection. Bucky Barnes, enhanced and immune, navigates the world of Covid-25 while staying in touch with friends and fellow heroes.

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Collaborator: tinystark616 Card Number: 7008 Square Filled: A3 - Free Space Title: ruining my plans Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Word Count: 1928 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: Plot what plot, fluff and smut, intercrural sex, anal sex, morning sex, bottom Steve Rogers Summary: Steve likes to wake up in the morning and go for a run. This morning, Tony has other ideas.

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Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 7001 Square Filled: S3 - image of baby hugger Tony Title: Rebelmeg's Drabbles - Chapter 31: Stunned into Stillness Link: Tumblr Pairings: Iron Family Word Count: 200 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: baby Morgan, baby hugger Tony, fluff, sweet, double drabble Summary: Tony holds his daughter for the first time.

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Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 7001 Square Filled: R1 - old married couple Title: Optically Deficient Is The New Sexy Link: Tumblr Pairings: Pepperony Word Count: 1988 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: married couple tomfoolery, fluff and humor, tiny bit spicy, relationship progression Summary: Tony ponders the positive effect Pepper's reading glasses have had on his life. In bed.

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Collaborator: rebelmeg Card Number: 7001 Square Filled: K1 - mad science Title: Bot Shaming - Part 11 Link: Tumblr Pairings: Tony & Dum-E Word Count: n/a Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: social media post, photo edit, bot shenanigans Summary: In which Dum-E continues to be a disaster with a fire extinguisher, and Tony continues to be a shocked and appalled Bot Dad.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: A1 - “Where are you?” Title: Two of Swords, Ten of Wands Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Steve Word Count: 622 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Supernatural elements, Tony is not Iron Man, psychic!Tony, Cap!Steve, fortune telling, Summary: Tony knows better than to use his psychic talents to see his own future - but he’s gonna try it anyway. Fortunately (so to speak) it all works out.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: A3 - FREE Title: What the Heart Makes Visible Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve/Tony Word Count: 892 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: No Powers AU, Soulmates AU, Wealthy Tony Stark, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Soulmarks, POV Steve Rogers Summary: Steve assumed it was a trick of the light that made his client's soulmark look like it was in motion.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: A5 - A5 - Building your friends Title: Tony Stark Bingo Mark VII - September Round Robin Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Bruce Word Count: 395(my part) Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Round Robin, post-Avengers, Avengers Tower, Only One Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Alternating POV Summary: Bruce comes back to New York City to stay at Avengers Tower -- and keep his new teammate company.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: S1 - Galaxy Title: Never More To Go Astray - Chapter Nine Link: AO3 Pairings: Steve/Bucky/Tony Word Count: 781 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Star Wars Fusion, Alternating POV, Jedi!Steve, Mandalorian!Bucky, Bounty!Tony, kyber crystals, Summary: Ste'fan reaches out through the Force to help Tony connect with the kyber shards in his chest; and makes his own connections along the way.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: R1 - Animal Transformation Title: Recessive Traits Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony & Nick Fury Word Count: 934 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: young!Tony, Howard Stark’s A+ Parenting, Needles/Injections, forced transformation, Nick Fury to the rescue. Summary: After his life is turned upside down thanks to his father’s experimentation, Tony gets help learning how to cope with his heritage.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: R2 - KINK: Deep throating Title: Keeping All My Secrets Safe Tonight - Chapter One Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Steve Word Count: 1466 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: Spy AU, Espionage, Mission Fic, Secret Agents,Secret Identity, Flirting, Oral Sex Summary: Tony’s mission for SHIELD has been compromised … in more ways than one.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: R5 - Doppelganger/evil twins Title: NamNori Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Steve Word Count: 1363 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Multiverse hopping, Magic, alternate selves Summary: A mirror version of Tony Stark crashes into this universe, looking for help.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: K2 - "Get back in bed!" Title: Fool Me Once Link: AO3 Pairings: Bucky/Tony Word Count: 475 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Established Relationship, Sickfic, sneaky!Tony Summary: Bucky tries to make Tony rest while he’s sick; turns out Tony has a trick up his sleeve.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: K4 - Holiday Fic Title: Carving Out Some Time Together Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Bucky Word Count: 870 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Canon-divergent, Avengers Tower, Halloween, Pumpkin Carving, Pre-Slash, Jack-O-Lanterns Summary: After a long workday, Tony somehow finds himself carving pumpkins with his teammate and crush, Bucky Barnes.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: Adopted - Tony/Stephen (September) Title: An A-maze-ing Afternoon Together Link: AO3 Pairings: Stephen/Tony Word Count: 451 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: Established Relationship, Fluff, Autumn, Date, Stephen POV Summary: Tony talks Stephen into heading upstate to explore a corn maze.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: Adopted - Caning (December) Title: The Sultan’s Gifts - Chapter One Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Steve/Bucky Word Count: 972 Rating: Explicit Major Tags/Triggers: No Powers AU, Dom/sub, M/M/M Threesome, shrimpy!Steve, Dom!Tony, sub!Steve, sub!Bucky, PWP, Roleplay, Impact Play, Bondage Summary: Tony and his two subs enjoy an imaginative scene where Steve and Bucky are concubines gifted to the Sultan’s guest to do with as he will.

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: Adopted - Slow Dancing (November) Title: Beta Testing Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Bucky Word Count: 1451 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: No Powers AU, Omegaverse, Alpha!Tony, Beta!Bucky, Blind Date, amputee!Bucky, Charity Gala Summary: No Powers AU, Omegaverse, Alpha!Tony, Beta!Bucky, Blind Date, amputee!Bucky, Charity Gala

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Collaborator: PoliZ Card Number: 7021 Square Filled: Adopted - Enemies to Lovers (January) Title: To Hold A Dragon’s Heart Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony/Steve Word Count: 1325 Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: Fantasy AU, Dragons, Royalty, Prince!Tony, Dragon!Steve, POV Alternating Summary: Anthony never knew where the stone that had saved his life came from; until a dragon appeared to demand it back.

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Collaborator: celtic7irish Card Number: 7025 Square Filled: S1 - Crack Title: There Goes the Weekend Link: AO3 Pairings: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Word Count: 100 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: None Summary: “Mr. Stark! Look!” Peter exclaimed. “There’s, like, a giant crack in the sky!”

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Collaborator: celtic7irish Card Number: 7025 Square Filled: A1 - You Can't Trademark That Title: A (Very) Little Project Link: AO3 Pairings: Harley Keener & Peter Parker & Tony Stark Word Count: 537 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: None Summary: Peter and Harley have a new project. Tony is amused.

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Collaborator: celtic7irish Card Number: 7025 Square Filled: R1 - Get Back in Bed Title: Bed Rest Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark & Stephen Strange Word Count: 1195 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: None Summary: Stephen groaned as he awoke, his body registering its complaints loudly and persistently. Who would have thought that going a few rounds with half a dozen house-sized golems would hurt so much?

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Collaborator: celtic7irish Card Number: 7025 Square Filled: T1 - IronFalcon Title: Building Something New Link: AO3 Pairings: Tony Stark/Sam WilsonTony Stark & Sam WilsonJames "Rhodey" Rhodes & Sam WilsonPepper Potts/James "Rhodey" RhodesJames "Bucky" Barnes & Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson Word Count: 2940 (for now) Rating: Teen Major Tags/Triggers: None Summary: Tony is coming over, but Rhodey is stuck at an airport with a delayed flight. Sam agrees to let the kid stay. It works out well for everybody.

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Collaborator: celtic7irish Card Number: 7025 Square Filled: T2 - No Trust Title: I'm Just Here for the Flerken Link: AO3 Pairings: Pepper Potts/Tony StarkPepper Potts & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) & Tony Stark Word Count: 838 Rating: Gen Major Tags/Triggers: None Summary: The first time Stephen Strange meets Morgan Stark, they’re both in for a surprise.

[waterme-stories]

Hope Is A Thing With Feathers, day 17

Twenty-eight times Nathan Summers had to watch Wade Wilson die (and the one time he made sure it would never happen again). A drabble collection for @febuwhump 2024

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Nathan Summers/Wade Wilson, Mature, whump, graphic depictions of canon-typical violence, Wade dies a lot (no like a lot)

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day 17: hostage situation + human shield

They left a baby on guard, so green his smoke falls out his open mouth when Nate rounds the corner.

“But they — they said you’d be — ”

Nate smirks. “Getting the hard drive? Yeah, change of plans.”

Usually he’d go easy on a kid that young, but when he sees the cigarette burns dotting Wade’s corpse he feels slightly less charitable toward said kid’s kneecaps. With Wade slung over his shoulder, he makes it out just before the heavy hitters roll up to lock down the fort.

He blew the mission. 

He can’t find it in himself to give a shit.

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⇒⇒⇒ Start at Chapter 1 ⇐⇐⇐

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← Day 16 || Day 18 →

#hope is a thing with feathers fic // read on Ao3

[badsext]

could i please get a nathan young x reader where they both wake up pretty horny, and bunny-like fucking ensues.

Up with the Sun: Nathan Young x Fem Reader

Warnings ⚠️: 18+ Smut which includes unprotected sex

You awoke to the gentle sunlight streaming through the window of the community center. Nathan was sleeping beside you on his stomach with his head smooshed into the pillow. He looked like he’d fallen asleep by accident, struck down by exhaustion with his limbs carelessly flung out in all directions.

The sheet was twisted around his body like a poorly fashioned toga, leaving the tops of his pale perky butt cheeks exposed to your wandering eyes. You took the opportunity to slide your hand over the tempting round flesh and give it a playful squeeze. It was the sexy wake up call he came to expect whenever you spent the night.

Nathan turned to you with droopy eyelids and smiled. Even after your sloppy night of drinks and debauchery, his wild mane of curls still managed to look sexy. You wondered if the night was as kind to your appearance. Nathan quelled any doubts you might have had with a contented hum as he pulled your body against his. The head of his stiff cock brushed against your thigh.

“You’re still horny after last night?” you teased.

“Little Nathan’s got a big appetite. What about you? Let’s see who’s horny.” He reached between your legs and slid his fingers into your slick opening. You just grinned at him.

“Your breath is horrid and I’m sure mine is too. I’ll turn ‘round.” You rolled over and pressed your plump ass against him.

“Ooh, you brilliant slut.”

He stuffed his thick cock inside you with a grunt, reaching around to take care of your clit. His other hand went to your breast to tug on your nipple. He began thrusting slow at first, slathering the back of your neck in juicy kisses. “Mmmm, yessss,” you hissed.

His thrusts turned into a hard pounding rhythm. He lifted your leg, allowing him access to your much sought after g-spot. You felt the intensity building in your core. Then like a kettle reaching the boiling point, you screamed with pleasure. Your ultimate release was the invitation Nathan was waiting for. He came in one hearty thrust.

He pulled out with a shudder. You rolled on top of him, energized. “Again, again!,” you bounced.

“I’m only human, y/n!” He raised one eyebrow as his eyes traveled your naked body still spread and dripping with his cum. “I’ll need five minutes...and sustenance...Get me something from the vending machine. You know what I like.”

“Yes, I think I do,” you winked and slapped your ass as you walked away in nothing but his t-shirt. You hoped to squeeze in a few more satisfying fucks before the community centre opened and the two of you would have to make yourselves scarce. You laughed to yourself, thinking maybe this made you a morning person.

@punknatch @bi-satanist @fics2bread @zombiedixon89 @ur-honey-child @renegadesheehan @zuzellap @dandycandy75 @kink-rabbithole

[imaginexmeintheuniverse]

Locker Room Madness

Pairing: Nathan Young x Fem!Reader

A/N: because I haven't written anything ~steamy~ in a while and i have restored my immense crush on this irish fellow... ALSO i wrote thus months ago but upon doing a file cleanup realized i had never posted it so enjoy ~

Tag: @expellimarvelous

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"So when are you and Nathan going to stop eye-fucking each other and do it for real?"

"Alisha!"

"What?" Alisha shrugs, but also wears a smirk as though what she's says is a simple observation. "You know each other better than anyone and you're totally hot for each other."

"It's true," Kelly pipes up from behind you. "I bet you could tell me exactly what he's thinking right now."

You all turn your heads to look at him performing his regularly scheduled idiotic antics, and then you look back at her with an eyebrow raised.

"Please, everyone knows what he's thinking—"

"He can feel it in his balls—" the three of you laugh simultaneously, not even trying to stay quiet at that point, earning you a few turned heads with eyebrows raised in questioning from the boys.

When you've calmed down a little, you cast another glance back at Nathan and your eyes lock for a brief moment before you tear your gaze away from him. Your head falls back and you dramatically let out a exasperated groan, "Ugh, you're right."

"I always am," Alisha then closes her locker and slings her bag over her shoulder, ready to leave. The two girls connect eyes for a moment and you give them a suspicious look when Kelly nods at her.

"We'll just leave the two of you alone, now," Kelly says and your eyes widen as you realize what she's doing.

"No- A-Alisha!" you call after then in hushed shouts, but they ignore your protests. "Kelly?!" They give you innocent smiles and wave as they exit with the rest of the crew, leaving only you and Nathan in the locker room.

You're all too aware of this as a silence falls over, the only audible sound being you rummaging around your locker and shoving your items in you backpack. After closing your locker, you turn around to the bench and raise your foot to tie your shoelaces.

And that's when the silence is broken.

The bloody perv doesn't even bother to be subtle about checking out your ass. You can hear him sucking in a breath through his teeth.

On his end, he would say that he can't help it because the way your jeans fit so perfectly and the sublime curvature of both you butt cheeks are begging to be admired by his wandering eyes.

"Enjoying the show?" you ask expectantly as you stand back up. You're not going to give him the satisfaction of letting him know you're the least bit flattered. "Maybe you should take a picture."

"You know, I tried once, but the reactions weren't favourable," he sniggers, assuming his casual class-clown persona.

You let out a small chuckle at his reply, before the two of you fall into another silence.

"You know, there are only a couple of thin layers of cotton separating our genitals," he breaks the silence once again and you're reminded that every time you think you might feel something deeply for him, he always pulls off some ridiculous stunt or says something incredibly stupid that makes you want to rip your hair out. God, he's hot, but this kind of emotional immaturity is what's made you repress the hell out of your feelings.

"You're not so bad when you aren't being such an arsehole," you snip, crossing your arms over your chest. "Perhaps you should consider dropping the act every now and then."

"Oh, but darling, it's a part of me," he feigns being hurt by your comment, dramtically bringing a hand to his chest. "If you can't accept it, this isn't going to work out!"

"Oh, babes," you play along, but in your own sarcastic manner. "I suppose we should call it quits, then!" With a final roll of your eyes, you swing your bag strap over your shoulder and turn to leave.

But you're stopped by a hand grasping your arm, the long fingers curling around your bicep.

"Nathan what are you—" the rest of your sentence dies in your throat when he spins you to face him and those enticing grey eyes of his bore through you. There's a certain intensity to his gaze you've never seen before.

"I think we should try to work it out," he continues the banter, but all humour has drained from his voice. It might be the first time since you've met the wanker that he sounds even remotely serious. "Don't you think, baby?" The sound of the nickname sends a shiver up your spine.

Shaking off the feelings that threaten to surface, you take a stumbled step backwards. "What are you doing, Nathan?"

"Y/N," He takes a moment to muster up some courage. Being an idiotic arse is easy for him, but bearing real emotion is a hell of a lot harder. "I fancy you."

"You fancy me?" you ask, a teasing smile shaping your lips.

"All right, all right! I really like you!" he shouts, voice echoing throughout the locker room as he throws his hands up. You can already sense him slipping back into character from the threat of having to deal with emotions.

He starts to ramble on like some dramatic monologue and you let out a sigh of exasperation because there's no way you're going to suffer through it.

"For fuck's sake," you mutter, rolling your eyes and taking a step towards him. "Do you ever shut up?!"

You can only think about how needlessly tall and lanky he is as you grab the collar of his shirt and yank him down to bring his lips crashing onto yours.

The two of you collide in a bruising kiss and it takes him little to no time to respond. His lips move against yours insistently and you swallow up a moan he lets out as you deepen the kiss. Releasing your grasp on his shirt, your hands slide up his chest and over his shoulders, and pull your bodies flush.

Despite your bodies already being free of any distance, Nathan's palms lay flat on the small of your back, pushing you impossibly closer and you find yourself being nearly lifted off the ground as he straightens his spine. The tips of your toes brush the floor as you continue to kiss.

It's messy, yet there's still a sort of innocence in the feelings behind the heat of moment. He takes it upon himself to nibble on your bottom lip, and when you gasp in response, he takes the opportunity to glide his tongue over yours. You move your tongue against his as the two of you enter a battle for dominance that probably won't have victor.

You're set back on your feet when he spins the two of you around and pins you to his locker. He does so gently as to not hurt you, but hard enough to make the smacking metal sound— essentially, enough to make it hot.

His mouth leaves yours and you chase after his lips until his hands pin your shoulders back to the cold surface to keep you in place as he kisses his way down to your neck where he begins to suck harshly on the skin. It's all you can do to hold back a whimper as you bite down hard on your bottom lip and let your hands glide up to tangle your fingers through his curly locks while your head falls back against the locker to give him easier access. You feel him moan against your neck as you give his hair a light tug. His tongue glosses over the fresh bruise as an unapologetic aftercare, an action that makes you release a content sigh. Lips ghosting their way back up the column of your throat, he then resumes kissing you again.

His fingertips slide under the fabric of your jacket to push it off your shoulders and you shake it off your arms without giving a second though as it falls to the dirty floor. You bring your hands back up to strip him of his hoodie. Keeping his flare for the dramtic, he flings it to the other side of the room.

His body slams back into yours and you dodge his lips, angling your head to kiss down his jaw. You make your way down to the cruve connecting to his shoulder where you then slide your tongue over the tendons of his neck, not paying any mind to the taste of sweat. His hands are all over you, gripping and clutching to every bit of clothing and exposed skin as you continue to work wonders on his neck.

Feeling his back starting to cramp up from being bent over, his hands slide down to your ass, giving it a cheeky squeeze to signal you. "Why are you so fucking short," Nathan snips before lifting you off the ground and holding you up against the locker. Reattaching his lips to yours, he fully presses his body against yours and you can feel him getting hard down there.

"Please, you're too tall for absolutely no reason—" You let out a cross between an annoyed huff and a happy sigh against his mouth as his tongue darts out to slide over your lower lip.

His hands grip your waist under your shirt as you clamp your legs tighter around him, providing him him with some much needed friction. "You're so hot," he breathes out against your neck, only thinking about how there are one too many layers of clothing still standing between your bodies.

[seanfalco]

can I request #2 with nathan? I straight up think about that scene where he pulls marnie’s sleeve down just to kiss her shoulder and put it back in place literally all the time and how soft that is so some cuddling and shoulder kisses sound very sweet with him 🥺

Prompt: laying atop each other, kissing shoulders

Word count: 497

a/n: same, that scene is so sweet 😭

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Nathan shifted in his sleep, his body half draped over yours, your legs still entwined and you opened your eyes, looking down at his tangle of dark curls resting atop your chest blearily, something stirring within you.

Sure Nathan could be crude and obnoxious, his loud mouth getting you both into trouble from time to time. Sure he could be a little disgusting, but really what guy wasn’t? And sure — well, suffice it to say your boyfriend had a handful of negative qualities, but in these quiet hours, when it was just the two of you, he was the sweetest thing.

Okay, maybe not just when you were alone either… Since you’d started dating, Nathan was fond of PDA, not afraid to be affectionate with you when your friends were around, usually leaving them groaning and looking away, but it was moments like this that his walls were completely down — no overcompensating with humour or shock value.

Your heart constricting with emotion, you brushed your hand through Nathan messy curls —God, you loved them so much— you could probably play with them forever and not get tired of it, but just then Nathan stirred again, letting out a soft whine as he stretched atop you.

“Hey, what’re y’doin’?” he murmured, his voice slurring slightly, still heavy with sleep.

“Nothin’, just playin’ with your hair, go back to sleep, babe,” you replied, but he shifted, pushing himself up to look at you.

“But ‘m awake now,” he whined softly, pulling himself closer.

“I didn’t mean t’wake you,” you murmured, feeling your own eyes growing heavy.

“Yeah, well, now y’hafta take accountability,” Nathan exclaimed leaning in to press his lips to your bare shoulder.

“Mmm,” you couldn’t help but hum as he kissed you, so gentle and sweet. “But I’m gettin’ sleepy,” you protested, sighing as Nathan’s lips moved along your collar bone to and up to your jaw.

“I could always wake you up again,” he threatened, his lips curling mischievously.

“I’m sure you could, but can we just lay here a bit longer first?” you asked, your eyelids drooping. “You’re so warm and comfortable.”

Nathan studied you for a moment, his finger running gently down the slope of your nose and over your mouth, dragging your bottom lip with it before he was kissing you.

“Oh, alright, since you’re so cute like this,” he teased and you kissed him back, pulling your arms around his back.

“I love you,” you murmured, the words barely making it out as you struggled to stay awake, your eyes fluttering shut.

Nathan’s lips twitched, an incredulous grin spreading across his face. “Yeh. I love yeh too.” Unsure if you’d heard him or not, he caressed your cheek one last time before settling back down atop you, his cheek resting against your lovely chest.

How did he get so lucky? he wondered as he fell back asleep in your arms.

What he wouldn’t give for this to last forever.

[familiaanteomnia]

okay but nathan doing more ‘average teenager’ things/or chaotic stuff is *chefs kiss*

[robertsheehanownsmyass]

Hey! Your writing is unreal! Since we’re getting closer to Halloween would u ever consider writing a Nathan - misfits imagine something Halloween themed a bit of smut because why the hell not!😭 maybe something with a bit more of a dominant side of Nathan?

Sheehanoween!

Your wish is my command! More about the event here. Send your gifs!

Fireball

Nathan Young x Fem!Reader Warnings: smutty smutty smut. Enjoy!

You tipped back another shot, feeling the warm cinnamon liquor tingle on your tongue. The dance music thumped and the lights strobed as the costumed revelers writhed on the dance floor. It was Halloween in east London, and the place knew how to party.

You were feeling rather mischievous yourself after a few of the Fireball whiskey shots, and you were beginning to look at Nathan in a different light. The guy was attractive enough normally, but tonight under the moody lighting (which would occasionally catch his eyes and make them gleam with an otherworldly shade of green) and the general electricity in the air, you were feeling particularly drawn to him. You scanned the club, hoping to catch sight of him, and you found him. He was looking at you.

When your eyes met, he stared for a moment, then got up and made his way through the masses toward you. The whole time, you never took your eyes off each other. You licked your lips as he came to stand beside you, which made him smirk.

“Got one o’ those shots for me?” he asked. You gestured to the bartender, who filled two shot glasses for you. You handed one to Nathan and picked up the other. “Cheers,” you said.

“ Sláinte,” he nodded, and you drank your shots together. 

“Do you like Halloween?” You asked him.

“I like it well enough,” he replied. “If it gets the ladies feeling loose in their smutty outfits, who am I to complain?” 

You laughed and punched him lightly on the arm. “You’re a prat, you know that?”

“I’ve been told,” he said, smiling.

“Look,” you said. “I was thinking a change of venue might be fun. Something spooky, perhaps? Someplace...secluded. You game to join me?”

“I think I could be enticed away for some secluded spooky seduction, if that’s what you had in mind.”

You answered only with a sly smile, and upon noticing the bartender’s back was turned, you grabbed the still mostly-full bottle of Fireball from behind the bar.  The two of you hurried away.  “Oooh you little criminal,” Nathan teased. “My mum said I shouldn’t hang around girls like you,” which made you laugh in earnest.

Once outside, you led Nathan down a couple of roads and into the dark Lesnes Abbey Woods. During the day the forest was lovely, but now on Halloween night, the trees cast spooky shadows that confused the eye and disoriented the senses. After a while Nathan stopped you. “Give us a swig o’ that,” he said and gestured to the bottle, which you passed over to him. He took a deep drink, wiping his mouth on the back of his sleeve. Then, with no word nor warning he stepped closer to you and firmly pushed you back until you were pressed against a tree. He bent his head to kiss you, and you kissed him back, opening your mouth; tongues dancing. The kiss and the liquor had you feeling quite excited, and you sighed and moaned lightly as Nathan continued to kiss you.

He stopped suddenly, and pulled away. “Where are you taking me, anyway?”

You smiled. “I thought we could go someplace befitting the occasion,” and you took his hand, continuing down the forest path.

For about ten more minutes you walked in silence through the woods, absorbing the sights and sounds of the night. When you arrived at the end at the side of a road, your destination was just ahead.

“The cemetery?” Nathan laughed. “Well it is Halloween.”

“Do you find them scary, cemeteries?” you asked.

Nathan shrugged. “Being immortal and communing with the recently deceased does take some of the mystique out of it, but they’re cool, yeah. Wha’ about you?”

“I’m not so much scared as...excited.”

“Excited eh? Well I guess we’d better get you over there.” Nathan led the way across the road and into the cemetery. The headstones stood starkly in shadows and silhouette, and a crumbling old chapel helped set the mood, looming silently as if it was standing sentry for all these centuries.

You explored a bit and came upon a grave with an above-ground tomb just large enough for a coffin to fit inside. The stone was weathered by age and you couldn’t make out the inscription on top in the darkness. “This seems like a good place to stop,” you said, and drank more of the whiskey, passing it to Nathan when you were finished. You sat down in the grass, propped up by the small tomb at your back. Nathan sat beside you.

The moonlight was just bright enough for Nathan’s features to be visible at close range, and close he was. He leaned over to kiss your neck, reaching up a hand to grasp your breast. He kissed and nibbled your neck as he squeezed and stroked you, his ministrations growing more forceful with his arousal. His left hand held the back of your neck as his right hand left your breast to further explore your body, moving southward. You groaned and spread your legs as he slipped a hand under your skirt and into your knickers, and his fingers brushed your clit as you squealed. “Shhh,” Nathan said, and with the hand that wasn’t on your clit he gently pushed you against the tomb on which you were leaning, holding you firmly in place. “Shh,” he repeated. “Be quiet now. We wouldn’t want to wake the dead.”

With that, he slipped two fingers into your sex, and then his mouth was back on yours, harder this time, snogging you deeply. You opened your mouth to him so widely you felt your jaw crack, and he finger fucked you while aggressively kissing you harder than you had ever been kissed. You tried to be quiet but it was impossible, and you writhed and whimpered as Nathan pleasured you; the dual sensation of the deep kisses and the fingers sliding in and out of you nearly sending you over the edge.

Suddenly he stopped and he stood up, pulling you up with him. He leaned you against the tomb. “Sit up here,” he commanded. You complied, hopping up and sitting on the edge of the smooth stone. Nathan stood before you and grabbed the bottle of Fireball.

“Is this, uh...entirely respectful?” you asked breathlessly. 

“Trust me,” Nathan said, “Nobody here gives a fuck.”  He pulled your knickers off and tossed them aside, and took a swig of the cinnamon liquor before kneeling in front of you. He swiped his tongue up the length of your slit and ended with your clit, circling a few times before closing his mouth over it and sucking, letting the remnants of the cinnamon booze wash over you. It set your mound on fire. It didn’t hurt, mind; it was warm and tingly and it intensified every sensation. You cried out, silence be damned, and your fingernails scratched at the surface of the tomb as you squirmed. Nathan alternated between licking and sucking, pausing periodically to take more swigs of the liquor. A ball of white hot pleasure was slowly growing in your core, and you panted and moaned and squirmed while he relentlessly pleasured you. The ball grew until it exploded outward in the form of an intense orgasm, causing your hips to buck and your legs to tremble. You cried out loudly, the sound echoing through the tombstones and trees of the cemetery.

Nathan stood and smiled as you attempted to put yourself back together with some form of dignity. “I believe these are yours,” he said, as he passed your knickers to you.

“Thanks,” you said with a breathy chuckle as you bent to step into them. You took the bottle of liquor and drained the last of it. “That was a clever trick. What made you think of that?”

“Well I thought if it worked with Fisherman’s Friend cough lozenges, this could have a similar effect. Looks like it worked; job done.”

You laughed. “I’ll say. Let’s get out of here. I think we’ve annoyed the dead enough.”

“I’m sure this is the most entertainment they’ve had in ages,” Nathan countered. “But yeah, let’s go back to yours, and see what other fun things we can come up with.”

You giggled as he made a playful grab for you and you trotted ahead, forcing him to chase you. It was a very lovely Halloween indeed.