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spider-man-199999 · 1 year

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The bracelet

pairing: Nathan Drake x Reader

word count: 3,5 k

warnings: drinking

summary: You meet Nathan while he's working at the bar. He recognizes you and tries to steal your bracelet because he knows you're filthy rich. Instead, you manage to steal his heart.

a/n: This idea originally was supposed to be smut, but I changed my mind. I could make the smut part a part 2 if it's liked enough?

part2

Your black high heels clicked on the floor as you made your way over to the bar. The black dress that tightly hugged your body was making it rather uncomfortable to move and breathe but it certainly did make you look fantastic. Heads were turning to look at you, an emotionless expression on your own face, avoiding eye contact. It was your first night out since the divorce, which made you even more anxious, especially since you deciced to go out alone, no friends, no driver, no bodyguard. After your husband left you, or rather you left him with half of his fortune, which included a hotel to own, you hadn't really been there much, it brought back too many bad memories. But tonight wasn't about the bad memories, it was about forgetting them. So, you sat down in front of the bartender, looking him up and down before he even managed to notice you, placing your bag next you as your hands rested on the bar. He was handsome and young, his dark hair styled nicely. He looked at your hands, staring at the diamond bracelet on your left wrist before his eyes shot up and looked into your own. You smiled at him, crossing your legs on the stool and adjusting your position.

“Aren’t you too pretty to be here alone?” He asked you, placing down the glass he was previously cleaning.

“Aren’t you too handsome to be a bartender?” You asked back casually, earning yourself a raised eyebrow from the man in white shirt and black vest.

“So what will it be tonight? Sex on the beach?”

“Last time I checked the beach was pretty far from here”

He shook his head at you, bitting back a smile.

“A martini would be fine”

“Really? A martini? I can do better than that”

You turned your back to him, resting your elbows on the bar. Looking around the place for a few seconds, taking in the scenery. It was calm and relaxing, piano playing in the background, the soft chatter of people all around, the sounds of the cute bartender moving around behind you. The lights of the crystal chandelier flickering softly. It felt like the 20s, like a scene from "The great Gatsby". Rich people everywhere, expensive drinks, expensive furniture, muffled private conversaions, secret lovers shooting eachother provocative glances. You got almost lost in the moment of calmness, closing your eyes for a second before your nirvana was interrupted by a soft. “Your martini madam”, which made you turn slowly. Your small hand grabbed the tall martini glass, taking a sip from it as you kept staring at the brow-haired boy, a soft smile on your lips. He was way smoother in his movements than you anticipated him to be, you barely even noticed when exactly he took the diamond bracelet off of your wrist. Fascinating, you didn’t expect the night to become so fun so soon. He was one of your own, a smuggler, a man of deception. He went on making drinks for other clients while you stared at him, playing with the olive in your glass. It felt like the bar was a barrier between your two worlds, you knew he probably made minimum wadge without the tip. And there you were, on the other side of the bar, owning half of the hotel, dressed in a Versache dress that was probably worth more than his rent, not a single care in the world but your shattered heart. Guess some were better at deception than others. However, he managed to capture your attention, even if not intended by him.

“I didn’t catch your name” you said as he came near you, playing around with the shaker as he was mixing something up.

“Nate” he replied with a stern voice, poring out the content in a pretty glass and serving it to the person who had ordered. He seemed slightly anxious, like he was avoiding your gaze. Crucial mistake when stealing.

Nate retuned back to you shortly, his body seemed stiff, and he wiped some sweat from his forehead. He worked hard, you could say that, but he mostly looked nervous.

“I assume you already know who I am, since you didn’t ask”

He thought for a second as he looked into your pretty eyes, analysing your face, or rather admiring your features. He cleared his throat after he caught himself staring, breaking the intense eye contact and grabbing a glass to clean.

“I know” he replied shortly, continuing his act of polishing the glass.

Of course he knew who you were, your face was in the newspapers way too often for your own good, along with the change of surname every once in a while. He thought that those tabloids never did you justice now that he had seen you. In the pictures you always seemed gorgeous, but not even nearly as gorgeous as you were under the warm lights of the bar. They called you the “black widow of the upper east side", rumours about your intimate relationships with some of the richest men in New York were spreading like a forest fire. Even if in reality they were nothing more than just fiction, one thing was not, and it was your marriage to the owner of The Ritz-Carlton, the very place he worked at. Nate had heard about the divorce from clients here and there, everyone was talking about how you had managed to set him up into fake cheating on you so you could divorce him. Brilliant move, unfortunately, it was just a rumour. Maybe in your previous marriage you had pulled a stunt or two to get out with as much money as possible, fake accusations, setting up scenes, they were your speciality. But not this time, this time the cheating was very real and very much not your own idea. Maybe that's why this time it hurt so bad, because you actually loved your, now ex, husband. Defeat was something hard to admit for someone with so much pride and confidence as yourself. Nate knew nothing, only gossip.

“Then why did you take my bracelet? It was a gift from my ex husband” you asked, earning yourself a shocked looked for a brief second, before he put on his poker face and looked away. He had a few ways to play his cards in that moment, thoughts calculating the possible outcomes of each one.

“You could’ve lost it” he stated “Do you want me to look around and ask if anyone has found anything?”

You smile at him charmingly, making him blush slightly. You gracefully stood up from your stool, placing your arms on the bar as you hovered closer to him, faces side by side, your cheeks almost touching each other. You whispered in his ear softly, which got Nate’s heart beating so loud he could barely hear your words. While he was busy being nervous your hand travelled down to the pocket of his pants, slipping inside and finding the heavy jewellery that was previously on your wrist. The weight and shape of the bracelet felt familiar between your fingers, I’d worn it countless of times. You took it out, your hand travelling up Nate’s body.

“I have to admit your work is impressive” you said, hand still moving slowly up until you reached his shoulder. You knew he couldn’t feel a thing because your movement was slow enough and far away enough. “But you still have to master the speed of your hands, your touch needs to be like silk, felt only when you want it to be” you continued whispering in his ear.

You knew your mission was successful when he flinched at the touch of the cold diamonds against the bare skin of his neck. You smiled at him and pulled away, shock written all over his pretty face.

“Looks like I found my bracelet!” You giggled happily, clicking it on your wrist as he stared at you.

Nate obviously didn’t know what to say and how to react, he knew that one wrong move would get him fired, possibly arrested and charged with theft. However, your smile suggested otherwise.

“Aw, you’re so cute when you’re scared” you told him, taking a sip from the martini. “Don’t be, I wouldn’t say a word, actually, you can have the bracelet if you want it, I came here and I intended to lose it”

And it was the truth. It was the only gift your dear ex husband ever gave you that was not originally bought for his mistress and passed down to you when she didn’t like the gift. This was the only gift you knew, or at least liked to think that, was ever bought with the intention to be given to you. It hadn’t left your wrist in public since. After the divorce you kept it as a reminder that for a brief moment there actually was a version of you that was loved by your husband, there was a version of you that you were capable of loving someone too. Now it was a token of a broken, dysfunctional marriage, that came crumbling down the second your foot stepped out of the presence of your husband. With a swift motion you took it off, placing the bracelet on the bar. It sparkled almost blindingly under the soft interior light. Nate’s eyes kept travelling from your face to the bracelet and back. He was rested against the bar, unsure of what the right move was. He assumed it was some sort of trick that would get him in a lot of trouble. You smiled reassuringly as his hand reached for the diamond jewlery, taking it and placing it in his pocket again.

"Well, it's not every day that someone tips you with a diamond bracelet" he said, making you giggle softly

''You'll have more use of it than I do, that's for sure'' you told him, finishing up the martini. You took out the olive and ate it, starting to get lost in your sour thoughts about the bracelet and what it symbolised.

"Another drink?" he asked, taking you out of your train of thought

"Maybe another night" you said, feeling overwhelmed enough to want to leave. "All this bracelet talk kind of ruined my mood"

Nathan was undeniably very handsome, and you did come with the idea of not leaving alone but all the memories of your ex came rushing in and was about to turn your night into a nightmare. You took out some money from your purse to pay him from the drink but he stopped you, placing a hand over yours.

"It's on me"

"Aww, a gentleman" you smiled at him "Some lady is going to be very lucky with you"

"Maybe you could be that lady" he winked, shooting you a smile.

You looked at him confused for a split second, starting to laugh softly at his sudden boldness. You got up, collecting your things and straightening out your dress while he watched your every movement.

“You don’t have to be nice to me because I gave you the bracelet”

"I was serious" he stated "How about I pick you up after my shift and lighten up your mood?"

"Pick me up from where exctly?" you asked, almost not believing what he was saying.

"Here, 12:30, lose that dress and put on somethig more comfortable"

You looked at him in disbelief but agreed. As you walked away from the bar you could feel his eyes on you as you ocassionally stopped here and there too greet some people you knew. Maybe this "date" was going to be a nice change of pace. After all of the dating on the upper east side, the luxury restaurants, the balls, the charity events, you had no actual idea what people usually did when they were on normal dates anymore. After not one but two failed marriages, the dating world seemed so distant, so surreal. Frankly you had no intention to pursue anything serious with anymore, let alone a bartender that was your employee.

An hour later you found yourself staring dumfolded at your wardrobe, Nathan's voice kept repeating in your head "wear something comfortable". You mocked his tone aloud as you took out even more clothes to throw on your bed. Was he going to be in his work clothes? How were you supposed to match that up? Finally, you stopped on a blue high-waisted, wide leg jeans and simple black blouse. For a while you were considering black heels but decided to switch them up with some very old platform converse sneakers that you hadn't worn for years. You put on a leather bomber jacket to finish off the look. It felt ridiculous, you hadn't dressed this causal since freshmen year at university, having forgotten you even had those clothes at all. You sighed, shaking your head as you walked out of the door and headed towards the hotel. Unsrprisingly, you got there about 15 minutes late, which got you anxious because Nate could gotten discouraged and left. You looked around, not seeing him and you felt slightly disappointed, but not surprised. The whole situation was so odd to begin with, no wonder it didn’t follow through.

"And I thought you couldn't get more gorgeous" you heard from behind you, turning to be met with Nate's charming smile. He just walked out of the doors of the lobby, probably spotted you from inside.

"I'm sorry for the wait"

"It's alright, it was worth waiting for, come on, I'm starving" he said, taking your hand and leading you somewhere.

You followed him, as you walked the streets of New York hand in hand. He wasn’t in his work clothes, instead he wore a simple grey t-shirt with a leather jacket on top, black jeans and probably his work shoes. He had a backpack on one shoulder, assuming this was where he kept his uniform. The spring air was warm but there we ocassional cold brezzes. You looked around the flashy signs of shops and supermarkets, the monotonous souds of ocassional cars filled your ears, along with the calming sound of his footsteps a little ahead of yours. They say New York is the city that never sleeps and it's true, but despite living there your whole life, you never got to experience it in that way. You didn't really know where Nate was taking you but you didn't care either, too engaged in the scenery. Late night walks were something so foreign and so new, your eyes were shining more than the diamond bracelt that you gave him and he couldn't help but smile at how awed you looked by everything around you.

"You ever been to this side of town?"

"I have no memory of it"

"You're adorable" And that made you blush, hiding in his shoulder. He laughed at how cute you were being, stopping at a 24-hour sandwitch shop.

"Are you hungry?" He asked after the two of you got in

"I guess, it's kind of late though"

"Who cares?"

He ordered for the two of you, finally letting go of your hand so he could pay and grab the two cola bottles he had bought. In a couple of minutes your sandwitches were ready, so Nate guided you to the closest bech in the nearby small park. The park was adorable, it looked more like a sitting area with a playground for children. You really had never been to this side of town before. Nate started eating hungrily and you couldn't help but stare at how he devoured the food in his hands. You chuckled softly before bitting into your own sandwitch. It was warm in your cold hands and tasted way better than it actually looked. It wasn't like you had never eaten sandwitches on a bench before, but it was so long ago you could hardly recall when it really was. It did remind of freshmen year, being out late at night, eating fast food and meeting up with a guy you actually liked and had no intention to manipulate. It was, in a way, nostalgic even. After the two of you were done with your food the silence was finally broken.

"I feel so alive!" Nate exclaimed and startled you, making you jump in your seat. Both of you laughed softly at that.

"I'm glad you're happy and content" you said, rubbing his belly.

He got up from the bench, offering you a hand. You took it, following him up.

"So where are we going?" you asked finally

"You'll see." He said, continuing the walk. You got to an apartment buildind soon enough, he walked you to the alley on the side where the fire escape was.

"Come on, we go up" He told you, helping you get to the ladder. Nate followed closely behind, guiding you to the rooftop.

''I'm so glad I wore pants to this" You said once you reached the top.

"Yeah? Well I'm not" He joked, taking your hand again and walking you towards an area on the rooftop that had pouf chairs and fairly lights.

"It's so pretty" you said once he sat you down. Nate pulled one of the poufs next to yours and threw himself on it.

"Yeah, best part is, you can see the stars"

You looked up, despite the light pollution, you could really see stars and the moon almost clearly.

"You see this constelation there? It kind of looks like a pan?"

You nodded with a giggle at his description, following the arm that was showing you were to look. You scooted over to him, the top of your head touching his.

"That's Ursa Major..." he contionued

"The great bear"

"So you know your constellations?" he shot up, looking at you

"No, just latin"

"Oh in that case you're about to have a blast!"

And you really did have a blast, you sat there for hours listening to him, looking at the stars. It was so romantic that you wanted to melt into the chair and stay there forever. You lost track of time, reality even. It felt like you two were in your own small world on that rooftop and nothing and no one could reach you. Around 3 am the two of you started to get sleepy, cuddled up against eachother. His arm was wrapped around your shoulders, your head rested on his chest. At some point the two of you had decided that moving on one pouf was better. Your eyes were starting to feel heavy while his voice soothed you into sleep.

"Hey" he said softly "Want me to drive you home?"

You nodded sleepishly, getting up after him. He drove you home in his slightly beat-up car, walking you to the door of the building.

"I really had fun tonight" you told him at the door "I really hope that you're not working tomorrow, it's so late"

"I'm glad you had fun, you shouldn't worry about me"

You nodded, kissing his cheek goodnight.

You hadn't had such a great date in a while, which made you think about Nate more in the past few days. How could you not? The pictures of the two of you wandering the streets of New York hand in hand, the headlines wondering who your new "victim" was. Your head would start hurting solely from the idea of putting him in this position. So, you decided it was best to talk to him. That night, you walked into the hotel in your usual attire, but this time the dress was champagne colored.

"Hi Nate" you said as you sat down. He greeted you with his charming smile, wiping the bar in front of you.

"A martini?" He asked, grabbing the bottle

"Actually, a word in private"

He had a puzzled look on his face but followed you to a more private area by the windows. Neiter of you sat down, you were too nervous to adress the topic and he became nervous from your worried state.

"I'm sure you've seen the papers..."

"Oh my god it's about that!" he sighed in relief, placing his handa in his pockets

"What else could it be about?"

"From the way you acted I thought someone died"

"Well, no, I just wanted us to talk about the pictures and say I'm sorry"

"Sorry about what? The way they talk about me?"

"Precisely"

"Well, I find it amusing actually"

"I don't people seeing us and thinking that way"

"I don't care about who sees, I like you"

You looked up at him with sadness in your eyes and it seemed like he got the idea you had in mind. He shook his head in disbelief, his hand reaching out to hold your waist and bring you closer.

"You can't be serious"

"I am"

His hand travelled up, cupping your chin.

"I'll have to kiss you now, you know that" he whispered againt your lips. You closed your eyes and waited, his lips pressing softly against yours. You returned the kiss but your hands remained on your clutch, afraid that the whole thing was going to get out of control if you got too touchy.

"I should have kissed you that night" he whispered against your lips

"You should have"

"You'll wait for me right? I'll become rich for you, I promise"

You nodded in response, hugging him tightly, feeling his heartbeat agaisnt yours and the warmth of his body. You could feel his gaze as you walked away, probably the hardest walking-away you had to do in a long while.

The picture of the two of you kissing also made the papers.

A week later Nate left his workplace and you didn't hear a word from him.

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nathandrakeisabottom · 3 months

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Imprisoned, Impressioned: Nathan Drake x Reader

Summary: As a Panamanian prison guard, you signed on the dotted line that you'd never take bribes, never bring prisoners off grounds, and never beat on/off inmates. But for one, you just might make an exception. So long as he stays in his cage. Notes: Explicit. Gender neutral reader. B0ndage, fem/male-dom, r*mming. Cause that's his bussy, folks, don't get it twisted. (Get it plunged.)

“God, you’re such a fucking brat.”

Nate snorts in a wavering smirk in reaction, stabilizing a cocky grin as best he possibly can.

But his best seems to be quickly deteriorating in quality.

“I distinctly remember telling you we’d only keep this up if you stayed out of trouble.” Your busy tongue shapes words around a threatening tone, fingers drifting mindlessly where you spread him open, but Nate’s quick to wiggle his hips— cute, and fucking irresistible— to coax you back in.

“Really? Because what you actually do kinda seems to imply the opposite.”

And he’s right.

You rove and search memory, only to find no occurrence where he wasn’t sporting a newly-earned bruise, a flinching face from a black eye, blood still speckled where his lip had been split from a particularly well-aimed punch. And he’s right. you only gave him this when he misbehaved.

Punishment, you convince yourself.

Comfort, your better mind argues.

Like a band-aid you administer, a kiss where it hurts. Maybe you only offered such a thing in the aftermath of cruelty. Defend from the bullies when he claims he needs no defense.

Even though he does.

“Do you mind taking these off? Wrists starting to ache a bit—”

And he sounds so earnest when he says it that you almost move, relinquish to give him what he asks for. But you’re no idiot. He may be cute— you won’t lie and say you don’t feel some sort of affection for him, no matter how tart and mistrustful— but you’re grounded enough in your conviction to know he always has an ulterior motive.

“Good. It’ll build some strength. You’ll want this position again. you can tell.”

You learned quickly not to play coy with Nathan. He liked blunt. He liked vulgar. He liked when you told him to shut up after a quip and called him ‘pretty boy’ with a sharp, teasing tone and forced him as deep as his legs could possibly go, ignoring when he’d grunt discomfortedly. He liked it when you called him out on his bullshit. He liked it when you knew what he wanted before he did.

And just like you expected it would, his cock jumps with an excited, anticipatory twitch. Of course he’ll want this again. He likes being held open. He likes being held down.

But before he can hop in with some sort of pathetic, half-hearted joke, you pry his legs wide and delve back inside. Tongue lapping pink and untethered between his thighs, where his hole puckers sweet, wet, and where he has no choice but to sigh in pleasure. you kiss him there like you’re kissing him— because we’ve never kissed before and frankly have no reason to— and this is a lovely consolation prize. He tastes tangy, stings of soap after-tasting between your lips because he always keeps himself nice and clean for you. You could only be so lucky to one day watch for yourself as he props one foot up on the shower bar, examines himself in the fogging mirror, razor in hand, and fantasizes about what you’d prefer, what you’d desire, what you’d want best against your tongue. What would make you bring him back sooner next time.

Maybe one day you can convince the Lieutenant to transfer your post to the male showers so you can watch for yourself.

“So good…” His groan rumbles deep and dark down his belly, breath desperate, gasping uneven at a pleasure soaked in only on barren grasses on the outer perimeter, where they forget to water it because no one ever, ever goes out that far. Your passion exists in secret, exists only in handcuffs and lies you hold better than any truth when you tell the other guards you’re only planning to rough him up a bit. When you feel like treating yourself, pushing past the boundaries of where your waning shyness crumbles, you allow your palm to brush past denim— old bloodstains aged to a grainy brown— to squeeze his naked chest between your claws. He’s fit, he’s young, he’s nimble, he’s beautiful. And whatever he’ll let you hold, whatever he’ll let you touch, you will.

Your tongue dips deeper, pushes past pucker with little resistance— you always wonder if he preps himself for you first, skin stinging freezing cold against the steel toilet bowl and leg hiked high over the toilet paper rack, how many cigarettes must he trade for olive oil, lotion, vaseline, fucking anything— and he croons sounds just as impassioned as his daily fist fights.

Fights you sometimes let go just a hair too long to enjoy the sounds he makes: pained and giving pain near identical. Though the pained ones have always been a personal favorite.

Again— he likes being held down.

And the wispy laugh that bubbles past his lips when the fight is finally broken up never suggests anything different.

This can never go on long enough for you— suspicion is born quickly in the likes of a Panamanian jail— so you always need to draw things to a close far, far sooner than you’d like. Your fingers reluctantly reach up to grasp his cock between them, stroke him just how you know he likes, be quick about it because he always either comes way too fast or takes just a little too long, and you always have to split the difference.

He groans delicious at your mercy, nails digging contradictorily merciless into the skin you long to taste, but never have the time to. One day you’ll leave him hard from foreplay and nothing else, abandon him aching and more desperate for next time. And next time, maybe you’ll make him eat you out. The image of his sweet, strikingly blue eyes gazing up at you from between your legs imprints in your weak-willed mind and steers the rhythm of your fist faster. How fucking adorable he is, how scrappy, how witty, how bratty, how you love the sounds he makes, how you love his skin pinching pink between your fingers, how the thought of one day marking him even deeper drives you wild.

Your tongue points, swallows, and savors for one final taste, before skating further along to foreign territories. And you distract him with quicker speeds, tightened grip, because you’re the same:

You always have an ulterior motive.

“Fuck—” His moans transcend into higher octaves, just like they do when he’s close, and his feet scramble for purchase, legs bending and stretching and flailing until you have to force them back up into position. Be good, babyboy. Stay where you want you. A gasp suddenly squeezes from his overworked lungs, a product likely of his precarious positioning, and there’s one second where you almost fear you’ll drop him. But your chest is quick to push forward and prop him back upright, keep him vertical, give him support until he comes in your arms. He breaks out into a wistful wisp of moan at the movement.

Yeah. Yeah, you’re definitely gonna want this position again.

And when he finally does come, you squeeze his thighs between your arms just before he can tip over— even though the sick satisfaction of a ruined orgasm, the sight of him falling hard and fast and unfair into the dirt below, always sounds like a fun idea on paper. Your own brand of cruelty is usually more playful than sadistic. But eh, watching him come uninterrupted isn’t so bad, either.

You drive your pace fast and consistent, and don’t stop even when you feel him coast languidly down your wrist. He always keeps bucking into your fist— hedonistic and somewhat masochistic— even when it must start to edge on the side of pain. Nate chases his pleasure because it’ll run out far too soon, it’s always far too soon, and something tells you he wants to impress. Prove to you a stamina that prolongs, even when you always deny his request to let him inside. Or maybe even a volume, to prove just how much he’s willing to give, how much his body will supply for your tongue to swallow up later— salty and warm and satisfactory because you earned it fair and square.

He comes a lot— but maybe he’s just trying to beat a personal record.

His final wail gives way to heaving pants, stomach tightening and relenting and tensing and back again, and his pleasure is so thorough that he drops limp in your hands. Little death, indeed. Nate dies in your arms as you gift him one last kiss there in a sweet finality, remind him of what he’ll receive in a couple days if you’re feeling nice, a couple weeks, a couple months if you’re feeling cruel. Taste him again because you love the thought of being inside him-– and the feeling of him around your tongue will be enough masturbation fodder to last you the better part of a week. Until next time. Until he gives you something even better to imagine.

“Woof…” Nate smiles doey-eyed and serene, and you can’t help the cocky, self-satisfied smirk that eases itself across your face. He looks fucking adorable— all blissed-out and rosy red and still slightly throbbing between your fingers with an overeager abandon.

Yeah… maybe you’ll be nicer this time around. Because you already know how violently you’re going to miss the sight of him like this.

“Crap, that felt so fucking good.”

Your teeth clamp teasingly into his thigh, flirty in a way you almost never allow, and he giggles. He fucking giggles. And you want to slap yourself for how quick your heart squeezes around such a delicious sound. you want to hold it longer. Wring it out of him faster. And against all reasoning, you want more of it.

But there’s no time. There’s no trust. You can never let on such a feeling.

This can only last so long as you keep control, so long as you keep distance.

But as soon as you lay his legs back to rest— he grunts when his body makes such an abrupt transfer of weight— Nate presses out into the unknown, and asks the only thing that would bridge the distance before you can push it back apart. Just as you finish lifting his slacks back up around his hips, zipping him closed (a common courtesy that may even be too tender by your standards), he sighs relieved and sweet before you can grapple him back to standing:

“...What? Not even a goodbye kiss?”

Oh god.

The freedom awarded by ecstasy has made him dumb. He has no idea what he’s even asking for. And for the fifteen additional seconds of bravery he has left, before his orgasm leaves him in a cold sweat and he begs you to not take him back, he’ll convince himself that this is a good idea.

He’ll convince himself that his joke is hilarious and he’s a better actor than he actually is. Because, even if you actively tried to ignore it, his wavering breath sticks out like a sore thumb. He can’t make the words sound natural, casual, suave in the way he must want them to. There’s something overzealous about it. And your stomach clenches at how your initial reaction to this isn’t repulsion.

But also, in the now ten seconds of bravery he has left, he’ll convince himself that a kiss will only make the sex better. That it won’t ruin it and he won’t mind the taste of himself on your tongue and the idea of adding feelings to the mix will be a good idea. Because, yes, oh my god, Nate, how fucking brilliant of you, yes, let’s add feelings to the mix. You know, I always thought prison bathrooms were so romantic. What a lovely getaway. Why not retire and raise kids in the handicapped stall while we’re at it?!

But his lips look so soft. Unbearably so. One corner is slightly chapped, skin peeling from a still-healing cut, and the instinct to kiss it better overwhelms, dizzy and sickening in just how badly you want to pursue it into reality. The idea of wanting him nauseates, terrifies. But the desire to give in, to taste for yourself the tantalizing beauty that always hovers just a little too far out of reach, is stronger.

When you two meet, it’s terrible and you hate it.

Because it’s fucking electric.

…

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

You break away before you can dwell on it, praying you’ve satisfied him enough to never ask again, but the residue stings clear across your lips.

It was good. It was a good kiss.

Nate’s eyes flutter back open just a second too late— and his lungs die on an inhale he must’ve thought he wouldn’t be privy to so soon. But the reaction is evident, etched along his face. It was a good kiss.

And he fucking noticed.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.

His lips curl with a dazed sort of satisfaction, just in the way you feared they would. But his eyebrows jump, too, confusion just as much as pleasure, eyes reading you for something more. Clearly something has to be said, and you pray you're the one to say it first. ‘Okay, up and at ‘em.’ ‘Nice try, but never again.’ ‘Take a picture, it’ll last longer.’ ‘You’re a rat and you hate you, asswipe.’ ‘This can never, ever, ever happen again. And fuck you for even trying, Nathan Drake, if that even is your real name—’

But you’re too slow, and Nate’s chest rises in an abrupt inhale that signals he’s beat you to the punch.

Oh god. Don’t say anything. Don’t say anything.

But he does. Of course, he does. Even with a sock in his mouth, rope, tape, palm, he’ll find some way to talk (and trust, every single one— and then some— has already been tried).

“...One more?”

You just didn’t think that was going to be his answer.

There is one moment of absolute terror. The split second of doubt on the deep end diving board. He must know this is a terrible idea. He has to know. There’s no way his orgasm was so good that he completely lost touch with reality. The silence stretches endless and icey. And you can tell the feeling is mutual.

But then, all of a sudden, his fallen face splits, smiles uplifting into something familiar. Cheeky. Safe.

“I’m just messing with you.”

And a laugh escapes before you can even register exactly what you’re feeling.

The feeling is relief.

Yeah, that’s it. Relief trickles in and cools your blood back down to sanity. Fucking asshole gave you a goddamn heart attack. You deliver him a curt punch to the shoulder to release the remaining tension, but he laughs it off as soon as it lands. And how sweet his laughter is only makes you want to punch him harder.

Little brat is much cuter with his mouth closed. And far, far away from yours.

You grab hold onto his handcuffs and wrestle him back to standing— a motion he leans into far more reluctantly than usual— his throat still fluttering with an excess giggle.

“Come on, champ, let’s get you back home. Nobody’s gonna be missing me, but they sure as hell are gonna be missing you.”

“Aww, don’t say that…”

His facetiously tender tone dribbles like slow caramel down your back as he twists his neck to face you, and he drops a bomb that almost makes you die at his feet.

“I know I will.”

…Fucking brat.

Yeah, you’ll make sure to bring him back sooner this time. Fucking definitely. Give him a spank or two for good measure. Let him kiss you again— and this time bite his lip til’ it bleeds. Give him a wound of your own. A mark of your own.

But then again, none of that would really be punishment for either of you, would it?

And just before you can shove him back into the courtyard, he tilts down to whisper in your ear:

“Please don’t make me wait so long next time… ma’am.”

Oh.

Oh god.

Oh, don’t worry your pretty little head, Nathan.

…

I won’t.

⭑⭑⭑

The metallic walls sting matte and clouded with a heavy steam, lungs thick and breath difficult. Lust and peace lie reclined in humidity. After a startlingly quick release down the shower drain, a simple purpose rather than a prolonged pleasure— he tries not to think too hard about why he always curses himself for finishing so soon, or what reasons he has to prefer saving such a deeper pleasure for later— Nate points his focus back to the basics. He never bothered with anything fancy. The money Sully wired them was only ever used for band-aids, Tylenol, and whatever shitty coffee the commissary kept stocked (“None of these rats are ever gonna catch me sleeping,” Sam would say with a suspicious side-eye), which meant nice shampoo was off the table. But suddenly Nate was rethinking it.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he started making sure he smelled good. Looked good, too.

…But for who?

A pestering question he always ignored the answer to.

He scrubs up his chest generously, barely even notices when he catches the tail end of a peeling scab, absent-minded and letting his thoughts run to nothing and nowhere. This was his only time of peace and solitude— why waste it with thinking? Why waste it when the next black eye, cut knee, broken rib was probably already outside waiting for him?

But as his hands drift downward, reaching to clean between his legs, he abruptly flinches.

…Huh.

That’s weird.

Now, Nate was no stranger to violent wounds he didn’t notice till later on— he could almost consider them a friendly confidant, a toxic sort of lover— but this one was especially disconcerting. A dull, tingling pain on his inner thigh. A strange place to not notice getting wounded.

He shakes his head and tries to ignore it— maybe he had just scratched himself during a particularly vivid nightmare— but when his palm moves low, he winces even harder.

…What the fuck?

It’s bigger than he thought. A lot bigger. And the ache is sharp enough to make him completely drop his soap when he touches it.

Okay, seriously, what the fuck?!

Nate abandons all motivation, turns tail out of the stall, and leaves his bar of soap to linger lonely on the shower floor. He has to know what’s going on. Allergic reaction? A sneak attack while he slept? Fucking STDS?

But when he reaches the bathroom mirror, levees his leg up to catch the culprit, his stomach drops.

And his cock twitches in unexpected interest.

Because there, stained across the inner side of his left thigh— drawn across his skin in lovingly littered hickies— is the unmistakable, pink-purple bruised shape of the first letter of your name. A brand. A claim.

A mark of your own.

“ ...Shit.”

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#uncharted #nathan drake #nathan drake x reader #uncharted x reader #uncharted 4: a thief's end #Shea's B-Sides (HOLY SHIT is my 2 year old writing so different from my current)#(this is a year and a half old btw oops)#(im really excited for yall to one day see the new stuff <3)#shea speaks #original work #my stuff #anyway i love him your honor <3 but also i would smack the crap out of young nate #thus a fic was born!!#happy shea is posting again eve!!#have to censor tags now bc im scared

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So-I s'pose ye'll be needin' this.

@thealtofvalleyxdoodles's sideblog <3

SHIT ABT ME! (Sorry for the horrible fake scottish accent. I am A Soap girlie thru and thru.)

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Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare one, two and three (Fuck the ending of three omfg) also-LONG LIVE '09 GHOST AND SOAP!

Call of Duty: Ghosts (Keegan <3)

Hazbin Hotel (so random compared to my other fandoms)

Baulder's Gate Three (I dont remember how to spell it-)

Resident Evil

The Witcher (I blame my father for getting me into this)

Dead By Daylight (Is that a fandom? If not-let's make it one)

DC/MARVEL Comics and some of the movies.

Uncharted (i swear-the first game i played i nearly died bc OMG "God Girl" AHHHH! Nathan Drake the man you are, Nathan Drake.)

Gravity Falls (I watched it as a kid-and re-watched as a grown ass adult. Still love it.)

and prolly some more i cant remember rn.

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Office Workers, John Price x reader, Season one

"One night only" Simon Riley x Reader (will be worked on soon)

"Bonnie" John MacTavish x Reader

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Pronouns: She/They Age: 18 (19 in Nov.) Race: MEXICAN

Fav Foods: Tacos, and Banana Bread Fav curse word: FUCK

Fav Color: P U R P L E Fav CoD Character: uhm-Soap?? (was that a question-? jk jk, it was.)

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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Nathan Drake Navigation

NAVIGATION TOOLS:

FLUFF: ~

ANGST: *

Golden Arrows: Nathan Drake x Reader * ~

Description: 6.2k wc, reader attends an event that Nathan Drake (Nate) happens to be at as well but for a very different reason. What happens when the reader finds herself falling for Nate but he is there to steal an item from the reader?

Warnings: suggestive (but no smut), a few curse words, mentions of alcohol, stealing.

Golden Arrows Part 2: Nathan Drake x Reader *~

Description: 3.9k wc, part 2 to Golden Arrows in which the reader’s necklace does go missing and she has to figure out if Nate or someone else stole it.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex and alcohol, flirting, stealing, etc.

Acceptable Cliche: Nathan Drake x Reader *~

Description: 8.2k wc request of Nathan Drake pining for a jiu jitsu black belt during a heist, only for her to get kidnapped and need rescuing.

Warnings: violence, kidnapping, guns, blood, fighting, cursing

Tom Holland Navigation

Main Masterlist Navigation (All My Works)

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erule · 2 years

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2.2K followers celebration party

Hi!! As promised, since I reached 2.2 followers (thank you!!), I’m gonna celebrate it in my own way. I’m gonna leave here a prompt list and a trope list made by myself, so you can send them to my inbox (both of them or just one) and request me to write a fic with your favourite character/actor among the followed ones.

So send me the genre, character, a prompt and/or a trope!

Genre:

angst

fluff

slightly/implied smut

Characters list:

Tom Holland

Peter Parker (Tom Holland)

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield)

Nathan Drake (Tom Holland)

Stephen Strange

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Tony Stark

Sirius Black

Dean Winchester

Prompt list:

“You’re not going without me”.

“You ruined everything!”

“Don’t go where I can’t follow”.

“I could never stop loving you”.

“If something happens to you, you come to me!”

“You’re always gonna be my weakness”.

“I’m sad. Can we cuddle?”

“Those clothes? They’d look better on the floor, if you ask me”.

“Stop doing that or I’m gonna kiss you right now”.

“Where am I looking? At you. I’m always looking at you”.

Trope list:

Enemies to lovers

Exes to lovers again

Fake dating au

Friends to lovers

Strangers to lovers

Established relationship

#tom holland x reader #peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker x reader #nathan drake x reader #stephen strange x reader #steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove x reader #tony stark x reader #sirius black x reader #dean winchester x reader #2.2K followers celebration party #erule's masterlist #tom holland x you #peter parker x you #steve harrington x you

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years

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Updated Messy Masterlist:

The master list is undergoing maintenance at the moment - I'm creating headers and such for better orientation, but I won't be updating it fast enough I think.

The Remnants (One-Shot) (Completed)

Description: A soul. What even is 'a soul'? Many couldn't answer the question, except for two men roaming the Earth - an Angel and a Demon. Falling for a particular soul wasn't in the 'Good Angel's Guide to Earth' and yet there the Angel was - desperately and endlessly in love with one of them, following said soul through every lifetime. After their breakup and Aziraphale's leave, Crowley vows to watch over all of Aziraphale's remnants against his better will - including the human his ex-partner loved oh so much. And as it turns out...

Pairing: Ineffable husbands x afab!reader

Read more: h e r e

Stressed Out (FINISHED)

Series despription: Once upon a time, there was a lonely dog locked up in his own home. The lonely dog became sad and angry - until a woman came to stay at the lonely, sad house one day.

Pairing: Sirius Black x fem!reader

Read here: H E R E

The Big, Big Bang (SCRAPPED AS OF NOW)

Series summary: Sometimes, you might feel lonely in the entirety of the universe; of all of the stars, planets and constellations... Until it comes. The big bang that turns the world upside down, the reason why all the stars collide and why you, in the first place, are alive.

Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!reader

Read here: H E R E

Football Time (Mini series) (FINISHED)

Series description: Every twenty years, Carlisle Cullen has the courtesy to invite his old-time friends to his residence to have time to catch up with them and play a game of baseball. This time was supposed to be different, though; the Cullens found an entire pack of players to expand the teams.

Pairing: None, at least not in this one

Read here: H E R E

Chop and Change (Mini series) (Seth Clearwater x fem!reader) (FINISHED)

Series description: Twenty years ago, you’ve given a promise to a boy who claimed to imprint on you. Against your will, you decided to keep it and to visit La Push just to see if anything has changed.

Warning: It’s highly recommended to read the Football Time miniseries first since this contains an unlike pairing which is explained in the series, also the circumstances are given there.

Read here: H E R E

A White Demon’s Love Song (Jacob Black x fem!reader) (STOPPED)

Series description: A new job was what the reason you found yourself on a lonely roadtrip on the western coast, ending up in the woods of Olympian Peninsula. Yet a sudden car malfuction was what cause your unplanned stay in Forks. To your surprise, there was a lot of sinister things going on under the veil of fog.

Read here: H E R E

Shattering the TIme (Ekko x fem!reader) (Stopped as of now)

Description: A long time ago, there was a peaceful state ruling over the Lanes of Zaun. Yet one day, the protector was murdered by his rival and Lanes had gone to shit ever since, leading to the establishment of an independent Firelight base just out of Zaun. But this peace was to come to end soon with old friends coming back, rising from the dead, and getting killed.

Read here: H E R E

Intercity Relations (Vander x fem!reader one-shot)

Description: Spending years studying Interstate relations at Piltover's academy, you made both allies and rivals during your studies. Unlucky for you, Cassandra Kiramman hated your guts ever since you first met. The woman ensured you'd never see Ixtal or Shumira but rather serve as an intercity negotiator between Zaun and Piltover.

Read here: H E R E

Tales of Priestesses and Witchers (Geralt x fem!reader) (FINISHED) - GOING THROUGH COMPLETE REWORK

Description: Geralt of Rivia, also known as the infamous Butcher of Blaviken or the White Wolf, was traveling the Continent along with idiotic, yet humble and kind bard Jaskier, settling in a small town near the free city of Novigrad. That was when Geralt bumped into an old friend of his - and realized that all the wrongdoings he had committed in the past will eventually come back to him.

Series master list: H E R E

The Incapable Bard’s Contract (Jaskier x fem!reader) (FINISHED)

Description: Geralt of Rivia isn’t always there to watch over Jaskier, his best, yet incapable bard friend. Sometimes, when the Witcher knows that there is bad blood between the bard and someone else, he writes a contract and offers a job - silently watching over Jaskier traveling the roads.

Series master list: H E R E

Perks of Being a Woman in the World of Men (Geralt x fem!witcher) (SCRAPPED, ENDED)

Series description: The Butcher of Blaviken has a long and famous past, thanks to his friend Jaskier. Yet, neither of those dies easily and it still lurks behind Geralt like a shadow after all those years. History, neither unfriendly relationships, doesn’t die easily.

Series master list: H E R E

Borderlands Fandom:

Pieces of the People We Love (Scooter x fem!reader, in the end) (STOPPED)

Description: Not many people had the chance to see a vault or to mean anything in the world of Pandora. Will a hardly built relationship in the loneliness of the desert have the potential to change anything in the world of anarchy and chaos - or will the friends try to murder each other?

Series master list: H E R E

WhatsApp? (Steve Rogers x fem!reader) (FINISHED)

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you.

Warnings: Long-burn romantic story happening on WhatsApp for the bigger part. Sam and Bucky being my iconic duo of divas and lil Pete Parker being the chaotic friend.

Master list: H E R E

Peter Parker's iPod (Peter Parker x fem!reader) (FINISHED AS OF NOW)

Series description: The blip was hard. Dating Michelle Jones was a daily pleasure in Parker’s life. So… It was even harder to swallow when MJ announced to Peter that things weren’t working as she wished they would. That happened one month before college. Now, Parker is unsure if he can handle falling for yet another amazing girl.

Master list: H E R E

One-shots:

An Unlicensed Therapist (A Steven Grant One-Shot)

Description: Your life was simply too good to be true - a bunch of the best friends on the planet, a job in one of the best attorney offices in Manhattan, and a nice guy you were seeing. But one day, your best friend Carly suddenly decides to get married to her boyfriend of five years... And that was when you felt like your life was crumbling apart.

Read: H E R E

Series:

The Eighties Blasts Collection (SCRAPPED AS OF NOW)

Description: Jim Hopper died as a hero. But with that, one certain problem rises up - who will now lead the cops of Hawkins? Hopper thought of that - he decided to write a letter, naming his niece, nineteen-year-old student of Indianapolis police academy, Y/N Hopper as a sheriff deputy in a letter. But anybody in the town doesn’t have a clue that being a cop in Hawkins is way more dangerous than it might seem.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Hopper!reader

Master list: H E R E

Sriracha (James Hopper x fem!reader)

Description: A problematic college student gets the worst summer job of the ‘83 - Jim Hopper, the Chief of police in your hometown will have you as his secretary since his old lady Flo has two months lasting holiday. It was agreed so Hopper could keep you far away from all the trouble.

Pairing: James Hopper x fem!reader

Master list: H E R E

One-Night Stands (Stopped as of now) (James Hopper x fem!reader)

Description: Chief Hopper was a mystery since he appeared back in town. Most of the people thought of him as a “lost, whoring-around alcoholic junkie”. But what if he actually manages to find a friend amongst all of the known strangers he meets in Hawkins daily?

Master list: H E R E

One-shots:

Rasputin And His Queen (Steve Harrington x fem!reader)

Description: Everyone loves Halloween. And when you say everyone, you mean everyone - the kids LOVE trick or treating, teenagers love Halloween parties and the adults love both decorating the house and having a nice, calm night. And since one particular day, Steve Harrington fell in love with that day as well.

Read: H E R E

Euphoria HBO Fanfic series:

Mount Everest Ain’t Got Shit On Us (Fezco x fem!reader) (FINISHED)

Description: You were always told that your life will be as you wish it to be if you’ll study enough. That it will pay off if you work hard. And some people were given you like a scary example of what will happen when you don’t obey. But sometimes it feels good to disobey.

Master list and declaration before you read the series: H E R E

Love Lies (Fezco x fem!reader, follow up) (SCRAPPED, WON’T BE UPDATED)

Description: Carcrash, coma, drug usage, partying, heartbreak... You’ve been there. After 18 months of “corrective” stay at your grandmother’s in Minnesota, it’s time for you to move back to East Highlands. Yet, it was to be expected that while some things change, some stayed the same.

Master list: H E R E

Ghost of Tsushima:

One-shots:

The Onsen (Pt. 1)

Pairing: Jin Sakai x fem!reader

Description: Jin Sakai is known as a proud Samurai living on a small island near the great Japanese empire - Tsushima. And when he gets washed on a beach near your home, it obviously caught a lot of attention.

Read: H E R E

The Rōnin (Onsen, Pt. 2)

Description: Tsushima had found its peace again - Kotun Khan and his men had left the island, the Mongolian invasion had ended. Yet its remnants were sure to last in your home for a long time.

Read: H E R E

Watch Dogs (Ubisoft Games):

Summer Hideout (Raymond Kenney x fem!reader) (STOPPED)

Description: Ray, otherwise called T-Bone, was a man you were meeting on a daily basis during your shifts in your hometown. You were working as a waitress in one bistro near the beach in the summer of 2014, not knowing the man in front of you was one of the biggest whistle-blowers of the history of America.

Read: H E R E

Naughty Dog Games:

Series:

I want to tell you... (Nathan Drake x fem!reader) (RE-NEWED, STOPPED)

Description: Nathan Drake is not the exact definition of an unhappy man. His job is steady, his friends still see him from time to time, he plays football, but his marriage is his main problem. Many things will change when a special person comes to his life.

Read here: H E R E

Short stories:

Little Sadie (Samuel Drake & fem!reader) (Finished)

Description: based off on a Last of Us II. Gameplay trailer and the song from Crooked Still is a story about falling for your best friend, finding love and losing it. But after fifteen years, he’s back. Read here: Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four

The Girl With A Red Shirt (Young Victor Sullivan x fem!Reader) (Finished)

Description: Victor Sullivan, treasure hunter and a businessman in his late thirties. One day, he got back from his gig and met a cute girl in his favorite laundry; just to forget his talisman there. And so, the trouble with the girl starts. Read here: Part One | Part Two

Shaken, not stirred (Samuel Drake & fem!reader)

Description: You’ve been living with your boyfriend Samuel for quite some time now, and he has finally come home from a seriously long treasure hunting job. And he found his new weakness - every single James Bond movie ever made. Read here: Shaken, not stirred

The Princess of the Prom (Teen Sam Drake x fem!Reader)

Description: Y/N and Sam were the best friends of high school, no denying in that. Even tho Samuel’s Prom was actually amazing and fun, Y/N doesn’t feel good about going on her own. Read here: The Princess of the Prom

Dangerous (Charlie Cutter x fem!reader x Samuel Drake) (FINISHED)

Description: It was your best friend’s bachelorette party in one of London’s best clubs when two men had closed a bet if they would be able to seduce you. And in the end, the night ended up way better than you originally anticipated. Read here: Part 1 | Part 2

Headcanons: H E R E

Favored Ones (2020 Remastered Edition) (FINISHED - Going through re-imagination and a complete rework)

Pairing: Joel x afab!reader (Part II. rendition - post-outbreak, age difference) Description: Many things were surely fucked up in the year 2038, but no one ever told anyone how all of it went down. What happened before a group left for Seattle to handle personal matters? Why did one girl refuse to leave all of it? And why there were so many dead in the end? Master list & declaration: H E R E

Rules (Ongoing as of February 2024)

Pairing: dbf!Joel x afab!reader Series description: Coming back home was a doozie - it felt like starting anew. Meeting your dad’s new best friend, however, turned your life upside down - and it was the two of you who had to set the record straight and figure out how to move on. Master list: H E R E

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laceswan · 2 years

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Welcome <3

Hi there! I’m pretty new to writing on tumblr, so bear with me pls. I’m also on AO3, which I will link here.

I write mostly for Regulus Black of the Harry Potter fandom. Aside from that ongoing series, I will also write oneshots mostly for these characters:

(feel free to request or suggest others)

Star Wars- Mostly Poe Dameron and Obi-Wan Kenobi

Harry Potter- Regulus Black, other Marauders, Theseus Scamander, Oliver Wood

Haikyuu- Daichi, Ushijima, Iwaizumi, pretty much any captain

LotR and the Hobbit- Aragorn, Bard the Bowman

Stray Kids- Chan, Felix, Seungmin

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel- Reggie, Benjamin

Hunger Games- Finnick Odair

More fandoms and characters to come!

Again, these are just what I am likely to write. Feel free to request or suggest any characters from these fandoms <3

Requests are open!

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castielli · 2 years

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How to request:

Send your request featuring the character you want, the plot (+ANGST, FLUFF…) and anything I need to know about the reader. I write MALE READER only

MASTERLISTS:

MOVIES/TV SHOWS

KDRAMA/KPOP

OCs PROFILE:

@nathan-ocs

Fandoms I write for under the cut!

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CALL OF DUTY (MW/WWII)

John Price

Soap MacTavish

Ghost Riley

Gaz Garrick

Alex Keller

Alejandro Vargas

Phillip Graves

Vladimir Makarov

Rudy Parra

Red Daniels

William Pierson

Joseph Turner

Robert Zussman

Frank Aiello

Drew Stiles

CRIMINAL MINDS

Luke Alvez

Penelope Garcia (platonic🫶)

Spencer Reid

MARVEL (Avengers/X-men)

Wanda Maximoff

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Thor Odinson

Loki Laufeyson

Steve Rogers

Stephen Strange

Peter Parker (Tom/Andrew/Tobey)

Clint Barton

Deadpool

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Peter Quill

Quentin Beck/Mysterio

Eddie Brock

Druig

Wolverine

Bobby Drake

Erik Lehnsherr

Peter Maximoff

Hank McCoy

Scott Lang

Scott Summers

Marc Spector/Steven Grant/Jake Lockey

Mobius M. Mobius

Pietro Maximoff

Matt Murdock

Alex Summers

Shang-chi

Phil Coulson

Ikaris

Charles Xavier

NCIS

Timothy McGee

Jimmy Palmer

Nicholas Torres

NOW YOU SEE ME

Jack Wilder

J. Daniel Atlas

Merritt McKinney

Dylan Rhodes

Chase McKinney

SHAMELESS

Ian Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Lip Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

Kevin Ball

STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley (platonic)

Eddie Munson

Jim Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Jason Carver

Dimitri

SUPERNATURAL

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Crowley

Bobby (platonic)

Chuck

THE BOYS

Billy Butcher

Hughie Campbell

Frenchie

Homelander

Soldier Boy

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (I still need to finish the last season😊)

Viktor Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Number Five

Luther Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves

THE WALKING DEAD (+TELLTALE GAME)

Rick Grimes

Daryl Dixon

Glenn Rhee

Negan Smith

Shane Walsh

Aaron Raleigh

Paul Jesus Rovia

Simon

The Governor

Abraham Ford

Eugene Porter

Morgan Jones

Spencer Monroe

Dwight

Lee Everett

Kenny

Doug

Mark

STAR WARS

Anakin Skywalker

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Poe Dameron

Finn

TEEN WOLF

Stiles Stilinski

Scott McCall

Derek Hale

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Peter Hale

Theo Raeken

Liam Dunbar

Jordan Parrish

Mason Hewitt

Danny Mahealani

Aiden Steiner

Ethan Steiner

Corey Bryant

THE BOYS IN THE BAND

Bernard

Harold

Hank

Donald

Cowboy

Alan McCarthy

Michael

Larry

Emory

WHITE COLLAR

Neal Caffrey

Peter Burke

Mozzie (platonic)

Clinton Jones

DIVERGENT

Peter

Caleb Prior

Four

HARRY POTTER

Neville Longbottom

Sirius Black

Cedric Diggory

Seamus Finnigan

Viktor Krum

Remus Lupin

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Charlie Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Ron Weasley

Oliver Wood

FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM

Gellert Grindelwald (Mads Mikkelsen)

Newt Scamander

Credence Barebone

Theseus Scamander

Albus Dumbledore (Jude Law)

HUNGER GAMES

Peeta Mellark

Coriolanus Snow

Sejanus Plinth

MAZE RUNNER

Newt

Thomas

Gally

Minho

911 (and LONE STAR)

Evan Buckley (Buck)

Howie Han (Chimney)

Bobby Nash

Eddie Diaz

TK Strand

Carlos Reyes

Paul Strickland

Owen Strand

Jud Ryder

Mateo Chavez

RIVERDALE

Jughead Jones

FP Jones

Archie Andrews

Hiram Lodge

Sweet Pea

Fangs

Kevin Keller

Reggie Mantle

Chic

Moose Mason

BROOKLYN99

Jake Peralta

Terry Jeffords

All the others (platonic only)

CHRISTIAN BALE

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

PEDRO PASCAL

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Agent Whiskey (Kingsman)

Silva (Strange Way of Life)

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

Connor

RK900

Hank

Markus

Luther

Simon

Gavin

Josh

BARBIE

Ken (Ryan)

Ken (Simu)

Allan

SHERLOCK

Sherlock Holmes

John Watson

Jim Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

FNAF (movie)

Mike Schmidt

Steve Raglan

SUITS

Harvey Specter

Mike Ross

LA CASA DE PAPEL

El Profesor

Berlín

Palermo

Denver

Río

I WON’T WRITE:

-Smut (for anyone)

-R*pe

-Female readers/GN readers

-Suic*de

-inc*st

-Crossdressing

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takenbyheartstrings · 2 years

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Nathan jealous pleaseeeeee, i bet he would be so territorial 🥵

AROUND MY WAIST.

pairing: nathan drake x fem!reader

warnings: jealously, fluff, alludes to sex, a bit corny tbh sorry KNDSKFJS

word count: 1.2k

Nathan's bar was packed. You usually came to pick him up from a late shift, but his manager decided to keep him back to help out with the rush of the night. It was already twelve am and the sound of the club was booming in your ears. Nathan bartended at two different bars and this one was the more exciting of the two.

You weren't lying if you said you'd had a few drinks curtsey of your boyfriend - you watched him work. Completely in awe of the way he looked. The way his uniform sits on his body, how his sleeves are pulled up and his muscles pop as he moves the bottle. As he does tricks with the alcohol, impressing all the patrons in front of him.

Nathan's eyes met yours over the course of the night, giving you apologetic eyes as a way to continue saying sorry for keeping you here. Even though you declined going home.

The taste of Whiskey was layered thick on your tongue, as you stood up, your feet tingling with the music and your fingers tapping on the beat.

Nathan watches you stand up as you move toward the dance floor. He's almost forgotten about the customers in front of him. You're not wearing anything club like. Actually in a pair of combat pants and a tank top. You wear the necklace his brother gave him, next to the engagement ring he also gave to you not too long ago on a mission.

Your fingers are nimble as you pick the lock of a door, it leads to a security room and Nathan stands behind you anxious.

"You almost done, sweetheart?" Nathan questions in a whisper.

The two of you are in the desert and this is high-stakes. It's scary, but the two of you are ready for anything. Nathan's pistol sits in his hand, and your assault sits on your back. Your lock pick is trying to get in there, but it's harder than you thought. The lock is quite rusted, but it's been used recently. You're tracking down an Ancient Egyptian ushabti and your fourth clue has lead you here.

"Nate, baby, don't rush me." You say, sweat rolling down your forehead as your black tank top sticks to your skin and your combat pants aren't far off either.

He chuckles as his hands slide around yours, "I know I'm supposed to keep watch but, lemme help,"

You roll your eyes, letting him guide your fingers as you pick the lock. It comes undone, letting you know that you've got your way inside, "Always taking the spotlight, I see."

Nathan winks at you, sly, "What can I say?"

You shake your glow stick in order to light up the room. You're looking around for a map and you can only figure it's hidden somewhere unseen. The room doesn't have any secret passageways you can see or indicate as of yet, so you're looking around the tables and trying to open chests that are in your eyes view. There are computer monitors on the wall, but nothing's turned on. There's food and guns, so it seems as though you were right about people being here earlier.

"Nate-" You say as you turn around, shining your glow stick toward him and your breath is knocked out of your chest. He's on his knee. He's waiting for your answer, or you're waiting for him to speak. You're not really sure what's going on, "Nate...?"

He smiles, "Baby, sweetheart, the love of my life. This isn't the most ideal time to do this, but I don't think I could've waited any longer. Looking at you, holding you. I've had a tough life, but you just make it so much better. I'm trying to be fast because guys with guns trying to kill us could come in at any moment, but I needed to ask you... will you marry me?"

"Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, Nate!" you scold, "Yes, I'll marry you, but get up, we've got no time to waste." you move closer with a small smile, "But, again, so you get it, yes, I'll marry you. A thousand times over."

A small kiss to your lips, followed by his brothers necklace and your ring with a diamond on the same string.

"Your brother's necklace?" You ask, tears slightly tickle your eyes, "Nate, I can't take this... I can't, I can't, this- this is yours."

"...and you're mine." he smiles, "and I trust you with my life."

Your body is flowing with the music as Nathan is in awe of you, just as you were earlier. The way the light reflects on your skin, the purple and blue hues of the club lights and the slight flash of strobe that hides you for a moment before bringing you back so Nathan can breathe again. He watches the way you move. The way your arms lift over your head and the way your head falls back, you're completely at peace with the music. Letting it fill everything inside of you. Letting the music be your one and only comfort because Nathan isn't there to move with you.

Then Nathan swears he could almost break a glass. He sees some guy on the edge of the dance floor watching you as he Nathan does. As he watches his fiancé dance, this asshole eyes you in the same way. His eyeballs move down your body, landing on the way your ass moves. His eyes move over your tits, watching how they have a bounce as you dance.

How he's stalking closer towards you, ready to place his hands on your body and start moving with the music with you. Ready to grind his body against yours - he thinks he can do it better than any man on earth. But he can't. He can't do it better than Nathan can.

Nathan's quick to leave the bar. Not caring if anyone should steal the drinks he was making or alcohol straight from the bottle. There was a pit in his stomach, twisting and turning as he watches the man walk closer and closer to you.

... and he beats Nathan.

His hand slides around your waist and you're quick to bounce away, "What're you doing?" You ask, your words are slightly stirred.

"I'm trying to dance with you." The man tells you, moving his hands back to your waist, but not before Nathan slides his hands around you, "Who the hell are you man?"

"Her fiancé." Nathan states, sizing up the man, with you on his arm. But he doesn't budge. Nathan's eyes get darker as the man refuses to move.

"Where's her ring?"

You take note of his question and lift up his necklace that sits around your neck, "It's because I'm an explorer. He doesn't want me to loose it." You speak, burying yourself into Nathan's chest.

His grip on you is tight, and the other guy just scoffs, "Whatever man."

He leaves the two of you alone and you turn to Nate. You're not totally drunk, just a little tipsy. But your head still spins.

"Were you, jealous?"

He shrugs, holding up the guys watch, dodging your question, "How much do you think we could pawn this for?"

Nathan walks back to the bar and you follow him laughing, "Ohmygod! You were jealous!"

Nathan turns to face you, his eyes deepening in colour, "I wasn't jealous." A hand slides around your waist, pulling you closer to him, "But if I was hypothetically, what would you think?"

"I'd think you need to get off shift so we can go home and I can show you there's nothing to be worried about." You lean in and press a kiss to his lips.

a/n: this was so LAME i'm sorry :(

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nathandrakeisabottom · 1 month

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When Sunlight Hits : Nathan Drake x Reader

Summary: After the events of a more-than-fortunate sleeping bag situation, you and Nate play chicken to decide whether or not your twin confessions the night before were in the heat of the moment... or exist even brighter in broad daylight. Warning: None! Just some fluffy quick-fic goodness! Reader is briefly implied to be blonde/redhead/etc. with brown/hazel eyes due to the specific dialogue some unrelated freakazoid wrote. Feel free to disregard.

Your first time. Your first time back. You almost can’t believe it.

You’re wearing a dress. He’s wearing a suit. And the drinks you both hold are only to soften the brutality that follows. For one brief hour, you two find the will to believe you deserve to soften, deserve to meet your worlds intertwined in the middle. Where danger becomes mundane, and where danger is born from the mundane.

Born in a ballroom in Italy.

“You havin’ a good time?” Nathan smiles with teeth, grip leveraging up to mindlessly swirl his glass of whiskey. It’s three quarters of the way gone, but that doesn’t near out-do your double drag of lemon drop. Or maybe he’s just better at holding it than you are.

“It’s alright.” You match his grin with your own, blood beating with the drum and twirl of alcohol, heart palpitating to be so close to him. He doesn’t move his arm when your elbows bump on a lean over the balcony. He smells like vanilla sandalwood and aftershave. Overwhelming. Perfect. “A bit disappointed I haven’t bagged any hotties yet.”

He laughs full and open— and your heart takes a breathtaking nosedive. “Well, there’s still time.”

His body leans further over the railing, eyes scanning through the stripes of jade, ruby, sapphire, amethyst, black silk-covered crowd, eagle-eyeing for a win. “Anyone your type?”

And maybe it’s just the liquor that does it, cheeks flushed and making the whole room spin warm and possible, that makes you spitball a death-defying risk.

“...Sam’s single, isn’t he?”

You take a half-glance over the rim of your glass on another sip. And Nathan’s eyes bug in some reaction you can’t quite decipher. Your heartbeat thunders for his reply.

“S-Sam?! Are you kidding me?” His mouth falters for a fallen grin, or maybe he’s just swallowing back upchuck. No self-respecting man would give the go-ahead for a friend to jump the bones of his potential crack-head older brother. “Please tell me you're joking.”

“And what if I wasn’t?”

You trail, slinking up onto a nearby pub table bathed in white linen, ankle crossing over ankle. You play coy so you can ignore the way your hands start to sweat. But the alcohol, the flabbergasted way he looks at you makes it easy to forget.

“Nah… nah, I don’t see it.”

And Nate leaves it at that before swigging back and emptying the last of his glass. A pathetically reasonless answer. But you need more.

Please.

Oh god please, you need more.

“Why not?” The next gulp makes your thoughts warp. You’re far from sober, even farther from thirst, but your body does what is necessary for your growing fight or flight. You don’t even know the person who asks with such mystique.

He says nothing, only tips back his head for the backwash remnants of a drink that no longer exists.

“What kind of person do you think would be better?” You;re putting my life on the line when you ask it, balancing precarious upon a tightrope as wonderfully garish tulle collects sweat between your chest, between your thighs, beneath your fucking pits. There is no escape from what his presence does to your body, to your barely beating heart. What his answer could possibly incite next.

“Better? Well, uh…”

But maybe it doesn’t really matter.

“Blonde or Brunette?” You swing back to standing when he’s pulled back abash from speech, palms swaying just barely against your laying skirt. You hope he likes the dress you picked.

You know you do.

“What does that matter?”

“Just curious what you think.”

“Well, brunette would… pair better, I guess.” His reply warbles uncomfortable at the edges, reluctantly sets his glass down when no reason to hold presents itself. And you’d be dumb to not notice the way he eyes your dress— wishing with all my heart that he was eyeing you— sinking into bombastic, glaring hues for example. “I know you like color contrast.”

You hover on closer to him. It’s everything your body chooses without you.

“I–- I don’t know! Whatever you like best is fine, I’m sure.” His breath barely breaches past withholding hysteria. Downstairs: glasses clink, a gentle jazz thrums through the echoing space, rich crimson reds of parted, velvet curtains, satin cloth magnetizing to a triple dozen wealthy socialites’ curves, dips, hips, tricks.

And yet his eyes are only on you, cloudy over and gorgeous sky, before they pull back once again. Shrugging shoulders do little to hide his timidity. It’s a way you never see him when Sam and Sully are around. It’s the way he is when your heart plucks over his safe, beautiful, gentlemanly visage and fawns.

“Blue eyes?” And now textile has been added for sight, fingers carefully moving over the soft polyester of his suit, a touch you would never have the courage to give without the booze. The music. The dress. The solitude. “For the contrast?”

“Heh, I guess that makes sense.” His chest stutters for inhale as his warmth meets yours, quirking sideways smiles you want to taste and grin against and give love to. “Whatever you like.”

You slide your palm across his back, nestle, thumb over where his shoulder blades sit. The places on his body you want to wring the pain out of. He takes a less than steady inhale. Form forced to turn towards it. And his eyes speak such tender shyness into yours.

You love him.

You want to tell him in the places he might actually believe you.

“How about someone sweet? Boy— man— next door type?” His eyes drop bashfully at the closeness, lips still quirking in that petal-soft grin. “Someone who will be good and gentle with me. That’s what I like.”

Your fingers brave farther, farther, farther, and the wool polyester translates into starch cotton and the big band below is playing smooth jazz you’d have to be an idiot to not think is romantic and the liquor bubbles and pounds and twitters through your skin so strong that it dematerializes any pointless barrier.

And you ask:

“What do you think?”

He finally looks up at you. His lips look unbearably soft, and in any and every other instance that you’ve known him, you would’ve near thrown yourself into the sea for even daring to look. But when you look back up, he’s only looking back at yours.

“That sounds… nice.” — Soft, dreamy, distant. Like he’s a hundred miles away and inside your very soul simultaneously.

And you’re so stupid, so fucking stupid.

“Do you know anyone like that?”

And he’s stupid, so fucking stupid.

And so fucking brave.

“ Maybe.”

This time, for the first time, he doesn’t speak coy words he hardly makes coy, doesn’t reach for his empty glass to combat the nerves anymore, to fix his uneven footing. Or maybe there’s just no more space for his hands to even reach with how close you drift. His eyes are soft and gentle when he looks back up at you, cautious and bearing all that the man with a gun refuses to.

Or maybe just never allows himself to.

“I know one.”

And that’s when you finally, finally, finally—

Fucking finally—

After all this fucking time—

In the light of a full moon and a marble-sheened dance floor, outside the world of dreams, outside of secrets held in warm sleeping bags and claustrophobic caves and all the life you didn't live until you found each other, finally, finally, within your sunlit, unashamed reality—

You meet him into a kiss.

#nathan drake #nathan drake x reader #uncharted 4: a thief's end #uncharted #shea writes!#crazy old mini fic for the folks who need some fuzzies!!#life is hard. i think we all need and deserve some softness right now #also reread that thrupple fic because that concept has me hotter than an ant on your neighbor’s weird kid’s sidewalk #being pulverized by a magnifying glass

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thewriterg · 2 years

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♡︎Espresso shot♡︎N.D

Pairing(s): Nathan Drake x Fem!reader, Victor Sullivan x Fem!reader, Chole Frazer x Fem!reader,

Summary: You had a cover job everyone who had a brain and a past had one and the last person who you excepted to expose your cover was Victor Sullivan the man who screwed you over but in the end he got a metal taste in his mouth

Word count: 1,600+

Warning(s): Violence, Weapons, Blood, Pet names, and Language

A/n: —GIF isn’t mine— Um sooo late just now watching uncharted and it’s so good!?

“Take a left here gotta make a pit stop”Sully directed Chole as she looked at him suspiciously before reluctantly taking the direction the man gave her Noticing that Nate also didn’t look like he had much notice about the sudden change

“Why are we at a coffee sho- hey where the hell are you going!?” Chloe called to middle age man as he walked into the small café while Nate quickly rushed behind him leaving Chloe to muttered incoherent curses under her breath before following behind the pair

“Sully are you gonna tell us why we’re here or did you just suddenly need a macchiato with espresso” Nate questioned as the two men stood by each other third in line while you and two other workers in green aprons worked around the counters

“You see that girl right their y/e/c, ponytail” He questioned the brunette while he squinted his eyes seemingly to get a better look at you nodding his head subconsciously before turning back to the man

“Yea shes pretty hot too” Nate acknowledged with a hum inspecting the girl as she worked with a small smirk on her face while she shook the cocktail shaker in her hands above her head straining the caffeinated drinking into the plastic cup swiftly sliding down the bar-like counter to a customer who grabbed a straw giving the girl a smile while they brought two fingers to their lips bringing them down to their heart they were a regular anyone could tell

“Well be careful, don’t wanna fall in the colleague Lover’s category pretty cliché don’t you think?” Sully replied while Nate practically was on the brink of whiplash the way his attention shifted to the man

“I’m sorry what!? Another person are you out of your goddamn mind Sully!?” Chloe raised her voice looking up at the man in disbelief drawing attention to the group in the small usually peaceful café

“Chloe you’re causing a scene” He dragged in a sing song voice not bothering to throw a glance at the girl while you had finally looked up from the coffee machine locking eyes with the man while he smirked at you waving his fingers in sync before you whispered something into the ear of you co-worker before walking faster than necessary out of view of the group

“Well she doesn’t look that happy to see you” Nate acknowledge while Sully slipped out of line Chole grungy followed them both while Sully walked into a door that clearly had employees only in boldly written letters that led to an outside alleyway

“Whatever happens next don’t get in it, let it go and just watch me risk my life” Sully sarcastically smiled as they slowly walked up to your standing figure while you smoked a cigarette with sunglasses on you face and a black leather jacket resting on your shoulders while your black combat boots tapped against the gravel underneath your feet

“Have fun sweetheart” Nate threw the sarcasm back at the older man stopping close enough to get a good view but far enough not to be caught in the crossfire

“See you dyed your hair, aww haven’t you grown up” Sully taunted while you let the nicotine hit you lungs before blowing the smoke back out into the air

“Come on y/n/n, you’re my buddy my old pal” Sully pushed as you continued to ignore the man before letting the cigarette drop out of your fingertips before crushing it under your boot finally bringing your gaze to face the man before you continued to walk away

“Come on you can’t ignore me forever” Finally your last straw was feeling his fingertips gazed your shoulder blade while you bit the inside of your cheek nodding slowly and for a minute Nate thought you completely agreed without restraint

That was until you you punched Sully square clean in the jaw taking the arm that rested on your bringing it behind his back while he let out a low groan while you stood behind him threatening to break his collarbone and forearm at the same time all in once

“I know I had it coming for me” He grunted before sweeping his leg from under your feet knocking you off balance as you landed on the gravel before bringing your hands above your head pushing your body up while your feet landed on the ground quickly throwing a kick to the man’s side with a thud while he hauled over you ran full force jumping on the man’s back before propelling your body Weight up and onto the man’s shoulders wrapping your legs around his neck while one of your hands grabbed a pipe above your head while the other pressed a dagger towards his neck

“Which way do you want to die you want me to snap your neck or slit your throat” You offered while Sully clawed at your clothed thighs while you cut of his air circulation

“You’ll know I-I can’t find the gold without you Y/n please don’t do it for me do i-it for your s-sister” He choked gasping for air it was a while just as the man started to turn blue you finally let him go hopping down from his shoulders as he gasped for air before you grabbed the man by the collar of his jacket staring into his eyes that you’d grown to hate

“I’m only doing this for my sister Victor never think for a second in your small little pea brain that I’m here for anything but that mate” You finally pushed the man back from you before you began to walk out the alleyway coming into eye contact with Nate and Chole as you let out a humorous-less laugh nodding your head before turning back around going back over to Sully who were doubled over as he looked up at you with his eyes squinted before you swung you leg back kicking the man in his pelvis as he fell to the floor groaning rolling around like her were on fire

“Come on, that was a low blow!” He shouted as you began to resume your walking out of the alleyway passing both Nate and Chloe putting your sunglasses back on your face not acknowledging the pair before Nate jogged over to his coworker who clutched his knees to his chest

“Sorry think I’m just gonna have to fall into that category even with it being a cliché and all” Nate stated amused while lending a hand out to Sully which he took propelling himself up wobbling slightly at the burning feeling in his upper thighs

“You know I almost felt bad for you” Chole responded with a small smile on her face at the man’s struggle while he looked down at her in horror shaking his head before beginning to limp out of the alley to the parking lot with a laughing Nate at his side

“I’m sweaty, hot, and hungry put icy hot on your dick and get over it now come on” You raised your voice loud enough for the group to hear as you leaned against Chloe’s car tapping your foot against the concrete

“Oh you’re definitely hot sweetheart” Nate muttered under his breath with a small smile while Chloe looked at the man in disgust shaking her head before grabbing her keys out of her pocket

༒༒༒

“I found my cross in a crypt in genoa but I didn’t know it was a key to a much bigger fortune Sully knew and here we are… Doesn’t say what happens after we turn the keys ‘Trust in your fellow man for one will go to heaven and the other to hell’.” Chole spoke reading over the practically ancient journal

“Well it’s ironic as the only point in having two keys was that the 18, didn’t trust each other” Nate stated passing out glasses of red wine when he finally got to you he stood tall with a small smile on his face

“Oh you’re adorable” You smiled before taking the bottle instead of the cup holding it by its handle downing a good 1/4th of it before before sitting back on the counter

“Or chug it down like your on spring break. All good” Sully put his hands up in surrender as he continued to sip on his own glass a whine you rolled your eyes before you got up from your seat and passed the man taking his previous position on the couch which he complained about of course having no interest in the mam or the conversation you ignored him continuing to make yourself comfortable while Nate laughed light and Chole smirked at the scene

Nate got a sudden boost of confidence as he set his now empty wine glass against the counter making his way over to you before he lifted your legs sitting down next to your laying figure while he rested your legs on his thighs while you stared at him for a while and Nate started to get nervous under your gaze before you shook your head muttering something incoherent and turning your head facing the couch cushion

Somewhere in that time Nate started to subconsciously rub your legs and as the time passed you started to feel yourself blinking slower and your breaths get lighter and soon enough your closed as your body started to go limp and Nate acknowledge the heavier weight that set on his thighs before returning back to his Conversion with Nate and Chole

It took energy and a toll on your shoulders being a shot of espresso but Nate was willing to handle

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kiwixlime · 2 years

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Prove Me Right

P is for Possessive

Sam is preparing for another risky adventure. This time you insist you meet his new companion. When you start getting along a little too well for Sam’s liking, he has to step in and remind you just who you belong to.

Pairing: Samuel Drake x Female Reader

Warnings: Possessive behavior, degradation, unprotected p-in-v, semi-public sex, spitting kink, choking, uhhhh lemme know if I missed anything. Additional notes: This isn't my best, but I'm feeling stuck lately and it took literally everything in me to even get this out. Agh, please forgive me. I still love Sam so much and I've been replaying Uncharted 4 to reconnect, it's just writing is not flowing with me right now. My brain hates me. But anyway. We have this. And although it's not my favorite, I hope you still find something to like about it! <3

Anxiety pools in the pit of your stomach as you slip on your dress. Shaky hands attempt to pull up the back zipper. But you cannot get your fears under control, and therefore, your fingers become useless. In a bout of frustration, you slam your fist onto the bathroom counter. “Fuck,” you whisper.

You’re rarely this nervous - this distraught. Usually, you’re a pretty confident person with a slight God Complex, if you’re being honest. But right now, you feel so small and fearful. And it’s uncharted territory for you.

Sam, your boyfriend and overly eager treasure hunter, is preparing for one of his most dangerous trips to date. A stint in prison. A Panamanian prison.

Sam is a smart guy. He's totally capable and knows how to handle and get out of sticky situations. But this is just insane. It’s certifiable.

It’s prison. But you can’t tell him no. You don’t control him, and even if you expressed your disdain for this adventure in particular, he’d never listen. He’s as stubborn as you.

So you made a deal without coming off as a panicked girlfriend. You told him this time, you wanted to know every single detail of his trip. And you wanted to meet all the parties involved. Especially since it wasn’t just Nathan.

When Sam told you he’d brought in an outsider for this job, the silent fears within you escalated. Rafe Adler. You know his name well, but you’ve only heard a few things. None of them have been good. He’s a spoiled brat, apparently. And that alone makes you cautious to have him tag along with the love of your life.

Sam put up a fight at first, not loving the idea of you being involved in a risky meeting like this. But when he realized you weren’t going to budge, he gave in. He then admitted one of the reasons he didn't want you to meet Rafe is because he knows that Rafe has a certain charm. He’s a prick, but he’s attractive. And he's really good at sweet talking. And Sam knows the other man will make a comment or two directed at you. And Sam’s jealous side will make an appearance.

“Sam!” You call out as you tap your freshly lacquered nails along the marble countertop. After taking a few deep breaths, you manage to calm down. But your dress is still undone, and you need help. And you know Sam is so hyped up with adrenaline right now that he won’t notice your sweaty demeanor or the apprehension in your eyes.

In seconds, your boyfriend appears at the door of the bathroom, looking at you with mixed emotions. His mouth opens and closes like a stupid fucking fish. You fight the urge to say something sassy and force a smile to ask for help.

“You’re wearing that?” Sam immediately questions upon seeing you but walks over anyway to zip you up.

You look down at your dress. It’s a simple outfit, black and fitted with a halter neck. It’s chic and simple, but you look sophisticated. It makes you feel confident. “Yes?”

He eyes you up, biting his tongue as he does. His eyes focus on your curves and the way the tight, slinky dress forms to your body. It’s sexy, far too sexy for this meeting. It shows off all of your assets, leaving little to the imagination. And for who? Rafe? “Hm,” he grunts in dissatisfaction.

“Is there something wrong with my outfit, Samuel?” You ask with a sigh. You already know the answer. And you already know what he’s going to say. But you feel like you need to ask anyway. Just to humor him.

“No, dear,” Sam answers, annoyance clear in his voice as he sulks back to the door.

“Are you sure?” You ask him.

“Yes, dear,” he repeats, the same irritated tone lacing his words. He’s such a jerk sometimes.

But you’re not going to play his games. If he has something to say to you, he will. Ignoring him, you go about your business, finishing your hair off with a few curls. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to look nice, and once you’re happy with your hair, you click off the curling iron and unplug it from the wall.

“You look hot,” Sam compliments to break the tension between you. “You always look hot. But right now…” His words fade as he crosses his arms and leans against the doorframe. Once again, you’re leaving him speechless.

“Thanks, baby,” you smile and walk over to where he stands. You stand up on your tiptoes to kiss him, smudging a bit of your lipstick on his cheek. “Whoops, guess it hasn’t dried down yet,” you giggle and wipe the crimson shade off his skin before you return to your position in front of the mirror.

Sam shrugs, pressing that same cheek to his shoulder, your kiss still lingering. “I like when you mark me,” he says, and you fight the urge to say something witty. He comes up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle comfortably. He rests his chin on your shoulder and breathes. “You smell good,” he murmurs, swaying your body in his arms.

“It’s my lotion,” you answer as you coat your lashes with a thick flick of mascara. Sam frowns, inhaling again.

“Berries and cream,” he states.

“Mhm,” you reply with a soft smile.

“That’s usually your nighttime lotion,” he points out, squeezing you a little bit tighter in his arms. You raise an eyebrow at that. What he means to say is that’s the lotion he associates with bedtime, which he then associates with sex.

“I couldn’t find my other one,” you shrug. It’s an honest answer. You didn’t want to waste time scouring your room for a bottle of lotion, so you settled on what was close by.

But Sam doesn’t accept that answer easily. He sneers and removes his arms from you, stomping towards your bedroom. You turn around, ready to hear his allegations.

“Are you trying to impress Rafe?” He accuses. And there it is.

You’d roll your eyes at the accusation, but you’re familiar with Sam's behavior by now. Having dated him for well over a year, you’ve learned that he can be quite territorial. You’re not sure why he’s so possessive, maybe it has something to do with his childhood, but he is. Especially with you.

“What a ridiculous question,” you huff and close your tube of mascara. You toss it onto the counter with a clank and follow him to the room.

“Is it, though?” He snaps, dragging his eyes up your frame, gesturing to your body with his hands. “This dress, that makeup, even your fucking scent…” He trails off. “Pretty convenient.”

You stride over to him, cocking your head to the side. “Maybe it’s not Rafe I’m trying to impress, hm?” You tsk, stopping just as your chest brushes against Sam’s. Your finger lightly trails up the growing bulge in his pants. It’s funny - Sam’s default setting is usually horny. It seems he’s always half-hard and ready to go. Certainly, this outfit isn’t helping. Or is it? “Maybe it’s you I’m trying to get a rise out of.” He twitches under your touch and you smile. “Seems like it’s working.”

“You’re a fucking brat,” he spits, and you chuckle. His hands reach for your hips, but you push him away.

“Yeah?” You turn around and motion to your shared bed. “You want to fuck me into submission? You want to tie me to this bed and show me who I belong to? Go ahead,” you whisper. “I won’t stop you. But we’re going to be late. And Nathan is already upset about you inviting Rafe to this little thing. Do you really want to piss him off even more?”

Sam huffs and takes two long strides towards you. He grabs you by the back of the neck and pulls you into him, your breath hitching in your throat. He grins as he notices the subtle flash of fear in your eyes. He’d never hurt you, and you know that, but his intensity can be a bit shocking.

“You’ll pay for this,” he grunts as he forces you to look at him. Those gorgeous hazel eyes peer right into your soul.

You swallow thickly and nod your head. “I cannot wait,” you whimper. Content, he lets go of you, and you stumble backward in your heels. Your small burst of submission disperses, and your cocky attitude once again shines. “Come on, big boy, everybody knows I’m yours. You don’t have to act so primal.”

“Just move,” he orders with a snap of his fingers, pointing towards the front door. Now that he’s all worked up, he’s bossier than usual, ordering you around like he owns you. And okay, maybe he does. In a sense, anyway.

As you grab your purse and leave your room, Sam grabs you by the wrist. He forcefully yanks you into him, placing his hands firmly on your ass. He gives you a light squeeze, bending down and planting his lips on yours. His eager tongue prods your lips apart before invading your mouth. And you just let him manhandle you.

His hands roam up your curves hidden behind that dress and up to your tits. His mouth still assaults yours as he feels you up, groping every part of your body, claiming what’s already his. Once he’s satisfied, he bites your lip, pulling away with a smug grin on his face.

“You feel better?” You ask as you glance at the mirror to check your lipstick. “Feel good marking your territory? Next time, why don’t you just pee on me?” You scoff and grab his hand.

He chuckles and follows your lead. “Don’t give me ideas.”

When you arrive at the restaurant, Sam instantly pulls you into him. His strong arm wraps around your waist, his hand on your hip as he guides you through the establishment. The look in his eyes is deadly as he shows you off, challenging anyone to so much as glance at you in the wrong way.

You two stop at the host station, and Sam mentions he’s meeting someone while you just take in your surroundings, a little stunned at how regal the place is. Rafe picked it, of course. Any excuse to flash his worth. Another reason Sam keeps you so close. Not that you’re tempted by material things, but he doesn’t want you getting any ideas.

The young hostess smiles as she tells Sam that his party is already here and waiting. She’s a cute girl, younger than you, obviously intimidated by your handsome boyfriend, and even a little flustered. It’s adorable, really. But Sam doesn’t notice. And if he did, he doesn’t care.

Instead, he looks at you. “Ready?” He asks, knowing that you’re nervous. He may be a pain in the ass, but he’s your pain in the ass, and he loves you.

“As I’ll ever be,” you tell him with honesty.

The girl ushers you to one of the smaller tables at the back of the restaurant, far away from everyone else. It only seats four persons, but it’s secluded behind closed doors with its own personal chef and wait staff. Rafe pulled out all the punches for this meeting. It seems he is trying to impress you.

For the benefit of Sam, of course.

Your boyfriend scoffs at the luxuries, unimpressed, but he wears a fake smile as he greets Rafe, thanking him for pulling out all the stops. As they talk, you round the table to give Nathan a hug, noticing his tentative expression. You already know he’s not a fan of Rafe, and he’s irritated that Sam felt the need to bring in a third party. So you sympathize with him.

“How are things, Nate?” You ask, making conversation with the younger Drake and ignoring that pressure building up in your system. The men behind you talk, but you can feel their eyes burning into the back of your skull.

“Not too bad,” Nathan sighs as he looks behind you. “We’ll see how this goes,” his voice comes out in a mumble, quieter, so the duo doesn’t hear him.

You frown and squeeze his arm in comfort. “We’ll be okay,” you whisper, trying to assure him - and yourself - that this extravagant plan will work out just fine.

Nathan opens his mouth, but it’s an unfamiliar voice you hear speaking up. You fight a grimace at the interruption, and with your hand still on Nathan’s arm, you turn around to finally meet the eyes of the notorious rich boy you've heard so much about. He’s cute, in a villainesque kind of way, with slicked back chestnut hair and piercing blue eyes. He looks the part of a spoiled brat so well that you have to hold back a laugh.

“Wow,” the man says with a surprised chuckle as he extends his hand to you. “Sam told me you were beautiful, but I thought he was just exaggerating,” Rafe teases, earning an eye roll from Sam. He looks over to your boyfriend with a sinful smirk. “You weren’t lying, Samuel. She’s stunning.”

If looks could kill, Rafe would be dead on the floor. Sam shoots him a malevolent glance -- a warning. He then crosses the room to where you stand, nodding to his brother before grabbing your hand. His fingers lace with yours and he drags your body behind him, shielding you from Rafe’s curious eyes. All the while, you let Sam wave you around like a doll. That’s basically what you are, anyway. His little toy.

“I’m Rafe,” the fancy little fucker says, and instead of being rude, you step around Sam and introduce yourself. You don’t love the way Rafe’s cold hand encloses yours. His touch isn’t welcoming or sincere, and that throws you off. It’s like he can’t even pretend to be a kind soul.

This dinner will be interesting. If Sam can keep his selfishness to a minimum and Nathan can keep an open mind, then all will go well. But you don’t have much faith in either of them. So you wait. And you listen.

And as the boys dive into the discussion, you observe carefully, analyzing Rafe to the best of your ability. There’s something about him that immediately turns your stomach. It’s not his cocky demeanor or the flaunting of wealth. When you look at him, your insides fill with a darkness, as if something truly evil surrounds him. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but he makes you uncomfortable. And when you look over at Nathan, you can sense that he feels it, too.

Sam, on the other hand, is blinded by the pull Rafe has and the connections he provides. Long forgotten is Rafe’s blatant attempt at flirting with you. There is only one thing on Sam’s mind, and you know you’ll never be able to break that curse he’s under. But maybe you can try…

In a bold move, you lean forward on the table, pushing your chest out, catching the attention of Rafe almost instantaneously. Your dress hides your cleavage, but the fabric forms to your tits in a way that would make anyone turn their heads. Your hand reaches across the tabletop until your fingers brush against Rafe’s. The sudden action takes him, and Sam, by surprise.

Your boyfriend seethes, his eyes darkening and flicking to you in alarm. He’s not sure what the hell you’re trying to do, but he doesn’t appreciate the obvious disrespect. You choose to ignore him, though. And focus your attention on the attractive stranger you don’t trust.

“So,” you begin, fluttering your eyelashes like some basic whore desperate for attention. Well, that’s what Sam would say. And he wouldn’t be wrong. But you need to ramp up your sexuality. You need to break Sam. “I know why Nathan and Samuel are interested in this…expedition. But what’s in it for you?”

“Well,” Rafe drags out, avoiding Sam’s death stare and placing his hand atop yours. “I’m just intrigued,” he says, which does little to satisfy your hunger to know more about this man. “These two are quite the storytellers. It’s impossible not to fall into it.”

“Hmm,” you mumble, biting your lip in thought. You can feel Sam tense next to you, and you know you’ll be in trouble later for your actions now, but it’ll be worth it if you get the answers you want. “So is it the treasure or the experience?” You ask Rafe, hoping for a clean-cut response. “You’re already handsome, rich, you seem to have the world at your fingertips… Why risk prison in a foreign country?”

“Maybe I like the thrill,” Rafe answers you quickly, eyes narrowing at your line of questioning. “Maybe I like the danger. Maybe I want to do something I’m not supposed to do.” His grip on your hand tightens, and the anxiety in your stomach grows. You do not like this guy. And you do not trust him with Sam, or Nathan for that matter.

Anger pulses through your boyfriend as he watches Rafe touch you in a way no one else should. His hands twitch with a need to grab you by the throat and throw you onto the table right now. But that would be inappropriate, even for a couple like you and Sam. So instead, he slams his fist down, chair screeching as he abruptly stands. He leers down at you.

“Up, now,” he demands, commanding the attention of everyone in the room. Nathan hides his face in embarrassment, but Rafe watches on, amused. You get up, pretending to feel ashamed as you drop your napkin onto the table. But then you notice that wicked grin on Rafe’s lips, and you just can’t stand his arrogance anymore.

“Don’t wait too long,” you say with a wink, irritating Sam even further, but it’s worth it to see Rafe’s smug expression falter. Sam violently shoves you out of the private room, fed up with your defiant behavior. His hand has such a strong grip on your wrist as he drags you to the restroom, you know you’ll have a bruise tomorrow.

And that’s what Sam wants. He’s leaving you for God knows how long. He needs you to remember him, not that you’d ever forget. But he has to mark you, he has to give you these reminders. So that when you’re all alone in your room at night, missing him, craving him, you’ll see these little bruises and get yourself off thinking about how you got them.

“You’re such a fucking brat,” Sam breathes as he shoves you into one of the empty stalls of the posh bathroom. He doesn’t even bother with the lock, throwing you up against the cold door instead. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“What do you mean?” You pout until Sam brings his hand up to your throat. He grips your neck tightly, the back of your head smacking against the stall door as he roughs you up. “I just wanted your attention,” you gasp as you try to find enough air to breathe out your words.

“By throwing yourself at Rafe?” He froths, digging his fingers into the softness of your skin. His face lowers to yours, his hot breath dancing over your lips. “Are you forgetting who you belong to? Is your silly fucking brain malfunctioning or what?” He snaps at you, the pressure of his grip increasing, tiny black spots flaring behind your eyelids. “You’re fucking mine, princess. How dare you disrespect me like that!”

“Sam,” you weep, ignoring his harsh words. You’re used to it by now. And maybe that’s punishable, but you don’t care. You want him. You need him. He’s leaving with that psychopath and you’re going to miss him. “I just--”

“Don’t you dare,” he growls, moving his hand to your hair, the other keeping your hips pinned to the door. “You don’t get to act like a needy bitch,” he scolds you. “You wanted my attention? You got it. And you’ll fucking take what I give you. And you’ll like it.” His words send a rush to your aching core and he notices the way your pathetic body trembles beneath him. “Fuck, look at you.”

“Sam!” You whine again, desperate to have him. This all started because you wanted to get him away from Rafe, but now that he’s in the mood, all hot and bothered, you can only think about having him inside of you. Fuck, you are a slut. “I’m sorry,” you whimper, bucking your hips into nothing.

Sam chuckles, watching your needy body thrash around for attention. This is just how he likes you, hopeless and pitiful. “Christ, you’re pathetic,” he muses, a handsome grin painting his lips. “So fucking needy. You’re such a slut, fuck,” he groans as the hand that was once on your hip glides down your thigh until he reaches the hem of your dress. “I bet if I shoved my fingers up this skimpy little dress I’d find your panties fucking soaked.”

“Mm,” you manage to moan out, though it sounds pained and muffled, but it turns Sam on even more. He does in fact slide his hand up your dress, pressing his fingers to your clothed cunt, smirking down at you when he feels just how wet you are.

“Can’t believe you get off on this,” he chuckles as his fingers slowly begin to rub where you need him the most. You feel your legs weaken, turning to jelly only being held up by Sam’s firm hold. His words replay in your head over and over. You are pathetic; you are needy. You are so fucking deranged and in love with this sadistic man. “God, what’s wrong with you?”

A sweet little whimper sneaks past your lips and Sam revels in the sound. He loves how easy you are, only for him. All it takes are a few simple words, and you’re fucking putty in his hands.

“Open your mouth,” he orders, his voice rough and deep, mimicking his movements. “Now.”

Being the good girl you are, you do as he says, tilting your head back and slowly parting your lips. He doesn’t have time for your games, digging his thumb into the plushness of your bottom lip and pulling it down. He towers over you, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he spits into your mouth.

You flinch slightly, rolling your tongue until Sam grabs your chin. “Swallow,” he demands, pushing your pretty mouth closed. You follow his command, swallowing his spit and smiling like the perfect little pet you are. He traces the soft skin of your cheeks, in awe of how they redden at his touch. “Good girl.”

“Please,” you pout, hoping that you’ve been good enough, and done everything he’s asked of you, to finally get what you want. “I need you, Sam, please?”

“Sound so fucking good when you beg, princess,” he tells you, giving you a light slap. “Take off your panties,” he demands, stepping back to give you the space to move. “You want to act like a whore, you can walk around like one,” he huffs, grabbing the silk from your hands once you shimmy it down your legs. He shoves your panties in his pocket, tapping them safely. “You’ll get them back when we get home.”

“Ugh,” you scoff, but it’s short-lived as Sam grabs your weak body, spinning you around. He pulls you harshly against him, greedily reaching under your dress.

“This,” he groans as he slips his fingers past the dripping folds of your pussy, “is mine.” His other hand moves back to your ass, caressing it softly. “And this is mine.” He then reaches up to your tits, the ones you were showing off to Rafe earlier, squeezing hard. “Mine,” he says. “This body is mine, do you understand me? It’s mine to do whatever the fuck I want with.”

You nod feverishly. The heat between your thighs intensifies as Sam speaks these filthy words to you. God, you shouldn’t love his possessive behavior, but you do. You crave it. And you’re going to fucking miss it so much.

“Please, Sam,” you practically purr, pushing your ass against him. “Fuck me.” The words come out high-pitched and squeaky, and it turns Sam’s brain to slush.

Luckily for you, he can’t hold off any longer. He’s been dying to fuck you since you left the apartment this morning. So without hesitation, he pins your fragile hands to the door and slams his hard cock into you.

“Oh, fuck,” his voice quivers as he fills you. “My good little slut,” he breathes, bucking his hips forward, sinking deeper past your velvety walls. “God, you feel so good.” A loud gasp vibrates from his throat, his fingers twisting with yours to bring your hands back behind you. He holds your wrists together tightly in one of his hands, using the other to smack your ass. “Fuck,” he whispers again.

“Sam,” you plead, grinding back into him. “Don’t stop,” you cry out as if he would. No, he wants to watch you come apart beneath him. He wants to hear your pretty moans, your sexy gasps, those dirty words you say as he pounds into you. No, he won’t stop until you’ve cum all over his cock.

“You take me so fucking well, princess,” he grunts, his thighs slapping against yours, those messy sounds bouncing off the bathroom walls. “Of course you do,” he chuckles, picking up his pace. “This pretty pussy was made to be fucked by me.”

You’re a moaning mess, and you don’t disagree. You’d believe whatever Sam tells you if it meant he would keep fucking you like this. But words are hard to come by as you’re being screwed into oblivion.

“Say it,” Sam growls, bringing his rough palm to your ass. The sting makes you jump, cowering away from him, but he brings you back, punishing you with another smack. “Who do you belong to?” He snarls.

“Y-you Sam,” you whimper, your eyes rolling back as tears threaten to fall. He’s ruthless and harsh, but he feels so fucking good. “Fuck, oh god.”

“Louder,” he urges, angling his hips as you clench around him. He mumbles incoherent things under his breath, but you know it’s probably just curse words or broken sentences about how good you feel. He’s moving so fast, hitting all the right spots, you can barely breathe. But he’s adamant about you being as vocal as possible. Warning you with yet another hard slap.

“Oh, fuck!” You mewl, squeezing your eyes shut. Too much, it’s almost too much. You can’t stand it. “You, Sam. I--fuck.”

Your pathetic sounds aren’t enough for Sam. Full sentences or he’ll keep tormenting you. “I said fucking louder!” His hand tangles in your hair, gripping so tight you can feel the intense pull on your skull, tingles shooting from your head to your toes.

“I belong to you, Sam,” you say in the steadiest voice possible. That seems to satisfy your boyfriend as he groans and softens his grip on you.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Fuck, such a good girl.”

“I’m gonna cum,” you whine, words coming out all hot and breathy. Makes Sam’s stomach flutter.

But, he’s a dick. “No, you’re fucking not,” he shoots you down, making you cry. “Not yet, you’ll cum when I cum.”

“Ugh, please,” you groan, desperate for your release.

“Fuck, almost there,” he thrusts faster, his voice reaching a higher decibel as his climax approaches. You always loved that sound. He has some of the hottest moans when he cums. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy with my cum, make you walk around the rest of the night with me leaking out of you,” he laughs.

“Please, please,” you cry. “Oh, god, Sam, I can’t… I need it.”

“Oh, god damn,” he grunts in a soft, resounding voice. “I’m cumming, I’m..fuck…cum with me princess,” he whispers, stilling his hips and releasing his load deep inside you. He curses when you flutter around him as you cum, covering him in your juices.

You’re both panting, coming down from your highs. As you lean against the door with your wobbly legs, your brain comes back to the reason you’re out tonight. Rafe. You really don’t trust him, and you’re terrified. You can’t even explain it, but it makes you want to cry.

And Sam notices. You try to hide your trembling lips, looking away from your boyfriend. But he’s quick to catch it. Just like he catches everything else.

“Baby, are you okay?” Sam asks with worry. He turns your chin towards him, concern taking over his features at your sad face. “Oh, love,” he coos.

“I’m fine,” you lie, wiping your eyes before tears can even fall. “Fine.”

“Don’t lie to me,” Sam warns, offering you a smile. “Hey, talk to me.”

“I’m scared, Sam,” you admit, finally speaking your mind. “I love you so much. And I’m scared. Rafe… He’s not… I just…” You trail off, not making any sense. It’s no use.

“Don’t worry, my love,” he comforts you with a kiss. “I know it’s not ideal, but it’ll work out. I promise, baby. I love you so much. I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have the confidence.”

“Just come back to me,” you whisper with pleading eyes. It’s enough to melt Sam’s heart.

“I will, princess,” he says. “I will always come back to you. I swear.”

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No Mind

Nathan Drake x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and some friends go out clubbing to clear your mind after a breakup. You happen to catch the eye of a handsome bartender

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, touching, grinding, slight smut?, teasing kink

Inspo: No Mind by MILKBLOOD and the nightclub scene in the movie, wish it was longer 😪

“C’mon, Y/N! Get ready, you’re coming out with us tonight.” Your friend Alexis says throwing a red shimmery dress towards you.

“I don’t feel like going out, I just want to snuggle and watch movies and be sad.” You counter wanting to just relax for the night.

“No way, you guys broke up a month ago and now it’s time to get back out there again. And besides, me and Taylor haven’t been out since then either. We need this as much as you do. You’re going to wear this sexy dress and you’ll have the whole club drooling.” Alexis says urging you to go out.

You giggle in response, knowing that they’ve been by your side through your break up and that they want you to have fun again and not think about your ex for once.

“Okay, you make a convincing argument. I guess I’ll get ready.” You say sarcastically, stretching out each word.

“Yay!! You get your cute ass ready and we’ll meet you downstairs.” Alexis screeches now running out of your room closing your door.

As you finish getting ready, you check yourself out in your full length mirror to see your full look. The dress was very seductive. It was a short dark red dress with a subtle shimmer and a slit in the thigh. Damn, is Alexis trying to get me laid tonight? You stifle a laugh. You head downstairs meeting your friends and their jaws nearly dropped.

“Damn, Y/N, you’re fucking hot!” Taylor cheered. “What did I tell you Y/N? Everybody’s going to be drooling over you.” Alexis said proudly.

“It’s girls night, I’m just looking to have fun with you guys.” You say certainly.

“I wouldn’t close yourself to opportunity tonight, Y/N. We’re going to Siren tonight. Which means all the guys are hot.” Taylor said excitedly.

“Yeah, and if we want to have our first choice, we need to go now.” Alexis said looking at the time on her phone.

You and your friends leave your house and get a ride to Siren, a new nightclub that recently opened downtown. You haven’t been there before but everyone says it’s the best that night life has to offer.

You arrive and you and your friends didn’t have to wait long before being allowed entry to the nightclub. The atmosphere was very sultry, the bright neon colours, the vibey electronic music pumping through the speakers, and the people around set the tone that the night was going to be exciting.

Alexis latches onto your wrist and pulls you to the glittering dance floor in the middle of the club. You both dance close to each other and even jokingly grind on each other.

“See, I told you this would be fun, we haven’t clubbed in so long!” Alexis shouts over the music.

“I know! I think we’re getting Y/N’s seductress out tonight too. Got your eyes on someone yet Y/N?” Taylor says teasingly.

“I don’t know, but looks like someone else does.” Alexis says looking over to the bar.

You look over and see the most attractive man you’ve ever seen, this man alluded sin and sex appeal. He was wearing a white button up long sleeve that clung to his skin. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbow and a black vest was layered over top of it. You could see every muscle in his arms as he mixed drinks. You could tell he knew how use his hands, watching him mix with control and finesse as he garnished each drink. You were practically drooling thinking about it. You also noticed that he was flickering his eyes back and forth from making his drink and you.

You became flustered and grew a gentle blush on your cheeks, not knowing what to do but also not wanting to look away from him.

“Hey, Y/N? Do you mind getting us drinks?” Taylor asks sweetly trying to do you a favour.

“Yeah! Can you get me a margarita, and get yourself a sex on the beach while you’re at it!” Alexis chimed in.

You now try not to sweat having a reason to go talk to him, but now you panic slightly because your friends are now expecting you to go and see him.

Once you got the courage to walk over to him and order your drinks, you look over to where he is and notice the man is no longer there. Where did he go? Is he on break? Is his shift over? You sigh disappointed.

That is when you feel a strong muscular arm graze yours. You look over your shoulder to see who had bumped into you and it was none other than the gorgeous man from the bar.

“Sorry” you say to him shyly, now embarrassed because he was the one who bumped into you.

“Why are you sorry, doll eyes?” He says with a sultry and cocky tone.

You blush at the cute nickname he gave you. “I don’t know, I guess I just apologize a lot.” You giggle nervously.

“You’re very cute when you blush, doll. I should be the one apologizing, and especially when I haven’t made you a drink yet.” He says confidently.

“I haven’t ordered a drink though, I was actually going to order one just a moment ago. Is it a new rule that bartenders have to take drink orders personally from bthe dance floor?” You reply now trying to match his confidence.

You could tell he really liked this new side to you, he closed the space between you and placed a hand on the small of your back now dancing with you. “No, but what can I say? I just go the extra mile to please my customers.” He says leaning into your ear.

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words. You spin around and your back is now flush against his hard chest, you hold his muscular arm around your waist and turn your head to the side. “But I’m not a customer.” You say in a low sultry tone.

He then takes complete hold of your waist and dances holding you close to him. “I can make you any drink, I think I can figure you out.” He’s says coy into your ear.

You like this idea and think it’s a fun way to fluster him back. “Okay, you get 3 tries.” You say as you sway yourself against his figure.

He hums and takes your hand to spin you back around to face him. “You strike me as a cocktail kind of girl.” He purrs.

“Is that your first guess?” You tease him.

“You’re sweet like a daiquiri, I’d make you with extra syrup.” He says lowly as he grips your hip.

“Mmm, good guess but no. Do you only think I’m sweet?” You reply now pulling him closer by the buttons of his black vest.

“You’re more than sweet doll, you’ve got a spicy side to you too, even a bit sweet and sour. Maybe you’re a lemon drop.”

You smile and guide his hands to travel you as you sweep your body along him, even dropping to your knees for a moment to fluster him a little more.

“I’ve gotta be close, angel.” He says softly trying not to show you how flustered he is now.

“Those are good, but not the drink I would’ve ordered. One more guess.” You say impressed with his ability to read you.

The heat from the nightclub and the steaminess of your interaction with the man is really getting to you. You feel much looser and even more extroverted than you have been. You begin grinding on him really showing your interest in him. He easily follows along with you by taking hold of your hips to hold you close. He even guided you a little bit.

“You’re so naughty, doll. Be careful you don’t start something you can’t finish.” He says with a low moan.

“I never said I was a good girl.” You reply back now pressing against a bit harder.

He moaned in responses and gripped your hip harder, enough that you knew there would be imprints in your skin.

“Babydoll, you’re playing with fire, if you keep that up I’m going to take you here in front of everyone.” He says breathing heavy.

“I wouldn’t be opposed.” You say cheekily.

And then it clicked immediately. “Sex on the beach, you really are a naughty one, aren’t you?” He says revealing his final guess.

“Mmm, I don’t really want the drink though, I was thinking of ordering something else, only which you could provide.” You say devilish.

He moves his hands back up to your waist and latches his lips to your neck to start teasing you back for your last comment.

“I think I can help you out with that order, doll. I know somewhere quiet we can go.” You nod to him and he was quick to pull you through the crowd to a private club room to have a fun sin-filled night.

Your friends watched as you and the gorgeous man fled the crowd of dancing bodies and they were more than happy for you.

“Y/N is so getting laid tonight!” Alexis said as her and Taylor danced together.

*to be continued?

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