#nathan drake x you
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naked
DATE: JANUARY 8, 2023
summary: nathan drake was a tease to say the least. you couldn’t focus on work or chores with his constant sex appeal surrounding you. but a completely naked and nonchalant nathan drake, was an even bigger one.
request: please read the request as an additional summary!
words: 3.2k
warnings: SMUT (implied consent, praise kink, playful spanking and exhibitionism if you squint, dirty talk [slight degradation kink], kind of breeding kink, and unprotected sex) language, and very fluffy at the end :)
note: first nathan fic… this was supposed to be just smut, but i made the ending really fluffy and cute 😌 (the amount of times i’ve watched this gif is unholy)
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Nathan Drake would be the death of you.
He was charming, with a hint of cockiness to always keep you on your toes. His smile lit up every room he waltzed in, which you hated to admit made your heart flutter.
During the many dangerous attempts at trying to find the forbidden gold, you two really connected. For the first few missions, you were always on high-alert as your trust balanced on a fine line. He could’ve ditched you at any minute and left you stranded to fend for yourself. But Nathan wasn’t like that. He stuck by your side and saved your life more than you could ever thank him enough for.
Yes, he’s lied and undergone deception, but it was all for the greater good. You were his greater good. If he never finds the gold, he knows that he hit the jackpot with you. Even if you didn’t know it.
Taking that next step in your relationship was the best idea you both have ever had. You loved Nathan for all that he was— except for one thing; a teaser. Nathan Drake was the biggest teaser ever.
A shirtless Nate strides around arrogantly nearly every day, making you swallow thickly when you gaze at his body a little too long. Sometimes, he’ll flex on purpose while you’re trying to focus on work. Or he’ll be handsy while doing day-to-day chores.
Nate loved that he had such a grasp on you. Today, he used that to his advantage.
He steps out of the steaming shower, barely dried with a towel around his waist. He doesn’t try to secure it as he walks out into the lounge area where you’re reading on the couch with a mug in hand.
You take a glimpse at him when he comes into frame and nearly choke on your coffee. You’ve seen his body countless times, but the sight will never fail to amaze you. Water droplets drip over his chiseled abs, sinking down his V-line and absorbing in his towel. He licks his bottom lip in amusement at your stare, waltzing past you and into the kitchen.
You roll your eyes and resume back to your reading that was nowhere near as interesting as Nathan’s body. You bet you could study an entire course about his structure, and you would excel with an A+. But that would be cheating because you knew his body like the back of your hand.
You knew that he loved to have his back scratched, nails digging into his skin until crescent moon marks appeared. He loved when you moaned his name, specifically screaming it. And Nathan loved when you fawned over his body. His body full of muscle was a temple you worshiped when he had his way with you. You loved praising him because everything you said was true.
Your mind flashes back to last night and all the previous nights where he fucked you into oblivion. You wished it was always that easy to have sex with him, but he always had to make it difficult to get what you wanted.
Typical Nathan.
Once your coffee jolts your system awake, you decide to do a bit of cleaning to get your mind out of the gutter. You call Nathan over to help you with the dishwasher, hoping he’s clothed. When he comes back into the kitchen, however, he’s still not dressed, even though it’s been hours since he took a shower. Actually, he’s less dressed than earlier. He’s wearing nothing but his birthday suit when he smiles at you softly, charm and fake-innocence floating around him.
Bastard.
You try not to avert your eyes down to his prominent member, knowing it will inflate his already massive ego if you stutter your words.
“I need you to help me with the dishes,” You state curtly, jaw slacking while you glare directly into his brown orbs. They’re filled with mischief and lust, positive he’s at least semi-hard. “You wash.”
“Of course, sweetheart,” Nathan’s cheeks crinkle into a toothy smile, walking over to you. His hands cradle your face before he gives you a tender kiss on your forehead. Your clit throbs in time with the rapid beating of your heart. Arousal drips subtly from your cunt and into your panties.
He knows how much you love forehead kisses. God damn him.
He gets started on the dishes, handing you the cleaned items quickly. You bend down to slot them into their places in the washer, falling behind his quick pace. Once he finishes, he smirks at your position; bent over and vulnerable in a thin pair of cotton shorts. His cock pulsates at the view of your curves as you focus on the task in front of you. It was almost too easy.
“Need help, baby?” Nathan’s hands slide over your waist as his body hovers behind you. You inhale sharply at the feeling of him so close to you, causing you to freeze in place. He drags his palms to your hips, caressing the clothed skin teasingly. His thumbs are rubbing the top of your ass, wishing he would spread you open already. You bit your tongue before deciding that you can play this game too.
“I’m good,” After slotting a plate, you raise up and grab another. You purposely lean back into him, causing your ass to grind against his bare cock. Nathan is thick and solid, at his full size now that he’s fully hard. You try not to be affected by the tiny touch. He quietly hisses under his breath and you smirk as you move yourself in triumph. His fingers never leave your hips.
“You’re paying for that,” He squeezes your supple curves warningly and then lightly slaps your ass before waltzing away. You gasp, nearly dropping the plate. The dishes are disorganized and dislocated when you finish, too distracted by the Greek God strolling around the house.
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Nathan didn’t stop there. He continued to help with house chores while being completely naked. He got handsy and he teased you to the brim. If you tried to reach for something up high, he would lift you by your hips and then slide his hands up your body when bringing you down. His minimal actions made you weak, but left you wanting more every time he walked away.
You took a deep breath before joining your zoom meeting. Even when Nathan was intervening in your thoughts, you still had work to do.
Nathan glances at your crinkled eyebrows as you concentrate on your computer screen. A monotone voice gives instructions while you nod along to his words. Nate loved watching you work. Your hard working ethic, determination, and intelligence were some of his favorite qualities about you. The head of his cock ticks when you bite your lip subconsciously in solid focus.
It was also one of his turn-ons.
He strides over to you as you type swiftly on your keyboard. When you notice him, you roll your eyes at his nude appearance, continuing to type away. He sits beside you, glaring.
“What do you want, Nate?” You ask through clenched teeth. You can’t help but peer down at his struggling member, rosy head with dabbles of pre-cum leaking from it. If he wasn’t such a tease, you would get on your knees and suck him dry.
“Nothing. You know, I love watching you work. You look so sophisticated and smart,” Nathan compliments as his hand wanders toward your thighs. He massages them, your breath getting caught in your throat. Nate knew you loved being complimented, but especially when it had to do with your intelligence. He is ticking every box today.
He slides his fingers up until they’re touching your aching, clothed cunt. Your clit pulses sporadically, legs tensing when his fingers brush over it.
“What’s the matter, baby?” Nathan taunts with a devilish smile. Nate’s thumb pets your clit through your shorts, making you moan softly. You disregard your zoom meeting, your camera and microphone already off. Spreading your legs wider, he doesn’t speed up or stop, continuing to torture you by giving you little to nothing. “Are you all wet?”
You answer in a shuddery moan, focusing on the small touch. You’ve been so horny all day, even this is getting you off. Fists balling on the keyboard, his fingers brush the folds of your cunt, still covered by your shorts and panties. You gasp when he presses two fingers where your hole is as you clench around nothing but your own walls. Sliding your shorts down, he reveals your soaked panties, tsking at the sight. He yanks them down and off your legs. Being the dirty man he is, Nathan spits into his hand and wraps the fabric around his cock, stroking deliberately. Your own hand shoots straight to your clit and fondles it, desperate to be touched by him.
“Y/N, are you there? The meeting is over,” Your boss informs with a clipped tone. Your eyes drift to the forgotten screen, widening when you remember you’re still in the call.
“Don’t stop,” Nate demands through gritted teeth, powerful eyes piercing yours. Trembling, you continue to rub your clit as you unmute yourself.
“Y-yeah. Sorry, goodbye now,” You sputter out before slamming the laptop closed. Nathan groans while stroking his cock with your wet panties, making you clench around nothing.
“Rubbing yourself while working. Naughty girl,” Nathan tsks, dropping the underwear and lifting you up with a smirk. You both stand face to face with each other, aroused and desperate, yet neither will beg for it.
Caressing your face with his rough hands, Nathan pulls you in for a kiss. His tongue roams your mouth and his lips ignite a fire through your body. Your hands lock on his hips and squeeze his ass teasingly. He growls in your mouth, almost biting your tongue. Your fingers crawl up the nape of his neck, tugging at the short hair. Grunting, he slaps your ass playfully in return before breaking the kiss. You lift up your tank top and toss it across the room, abandoning it. He spins you around and bends you over so your rear is right against his front. You catch yourself with your hands planted on the ground, feet steadying you.
His bare length slots between your cheeks, soaked in your arousal. Nathan rocks back and forth without sliding in, so you push back against him in a silent plea.
“Fucking drenched,” He hisses, grabbing a handful of your soft skin until he’s holding your hips sturdy. “Didn’t know you were such a whore.”
“You’ve been—fuck— teasing me all day,” You moan as he ruts his cock against your fluttering folds. “Walking around naked? Who does that?”
“That’s not a nice way to talk to the person who’s determining if you’re coming tonight,” Nathan slaps your ass a little harsher this time, making you yelp and grind against him harder.
“Nate, please just fuck me already,” You plead as the blood begins to rush to your head.
“That’s more like it,” He spreads your cheeks and slams into you. Your arms almost collapse under the pressure, too weak for his brutal thrusts. His balls slap against your ass while he pounds mercilessly deeper and harder.
Rough, calloused hands grip your hips, forcing you to take all of his length. You can feel the ridges of his cock in your cunt as he hits new angles you’ve never experienced before. Wails and moans echo throughout the house as your limbs tremble with pleasure. Your vision becomes starry and your head starts to pound from being practically upside down. When the weakness of your arms causes you to crumble beneath your weight, Nathan sweeps you up before you could fall.
The blood rush melts away as his face comes into clear view. With ease, he rests you on the dining table near your forgotten laptop. His muscles bulk and flex with intensity as sweat begins to form on his skin. His chiseled core contracts with each impel, making you wetter and wetter. He thrusts back into you without warning, causing you to shriek.
“God, you’re so hot,” You whimper while squeezing his thick biceps, nails stabbing his flesh. Gutturally moaning, he seizes more brutal ruts into you, making your eyes roll back. He leans down to mark up your neck in tattooed kisses.
“What about me is so hot?” Nathan huffs mockingly into your neck, his warm and gravelly voice melting you entirely. He loved being praised, and seeing him so affected only spurred you to do it more.
“Y-your muscles. You’re so strong,” Pathetic moans pepper out of your throat, dry and squeaky from screaming. He growls, plunging savagely rough into your cunt at the compliment. Arousal surrounds his cock when you clench snuggly around him, milking him deliciously.
“Such a dirty girl. My dirty girl,” Nathan grunts while your breathing heaves. “Come now.”
Your pussy tightens around his length, unable to control the rapid bliss that hits you hard the second he permits. Your jaw drops in ecstasy, eyes screwed shut in undeniable pleasure.
“Look at me. Wanna see your gorgeous face.”
You attempt to open your eyes as your orgasm releases from you in silent cries. Core contracting and nails scratching, your back aches into his torso while he nibbles into your neck. White liquid pours out, legs shaking as you fall from the high. His pace slows as you feel the twitch of his cock inside your walls.
“Come in me. Please, baby,” Your croaked voice pleads him to the finish line.
“Mm, need me to fill you up? Need to be nice and full of my cum?” His hands spread your legs wider, rutting deep and slow into you when you moan in affirmation. His shaft spasms and his balls tense before he releases ropes of cum into your cunt. You whimper at the sensation, closing your eyes in euphoria. He pulls in and out, pushing all of his sperm far inside to make sure it’s all tucked in.
Nathan stares up at you as your hands slide up to his neck. A weary, blissed-out smile reflects on both of your faces as you lean in for a kiss. Your teeth clink from uncontrollable, cheeky smiles and your fingers intertwine in his chestnut hair.
“You were a bit of a tease today,” You bit your lip, pulling away, but keeping him close enough where you can feel his warm, heaving breath on your skin.
“You love it though,” An inviting smirk danced on his lips while a tinge of pink decorated his cheeks. He lowers his forehead to rest on yours, noses brushing cutely.
“Sadly, I do, Nathan Drake,” You hold back a goofy grin. “Sadly, I do.”
“Well, I hope you don’t say it like that at the wedding,” He chuckles and you gasp, swatting his chest playfully. You don’t want to act so surprised, but your eyes are shot wide.
“Do not mention wedding stuff! It’s only been… seven months!” With a pointed finger to his buff chest, he laughs it off with his hands raised defensively.
“But you’ve known me for ten!”
You were one hundred percent serious when you said you loved Nathan, you really did. But you never thought about a commitment until him. Not a serious one, that is. Although you two had a rocky start, he changed how you viewed the concept of relationships entirely. Your guard was constantly up, a barrier you created over the course of your life after being disappointed again and again. Nathan and you traveled various distances and battled challenges most people in their life will never face.
But he showed you that it was okay to live and to love because the risk of the fall doesn’t always end badly.
It wasn’t even directed toward you, just typical Nate inspiration, but that was a key quote you will forever remember. It was from your second (failed) mission together, when you were ‘stranded’ and waiting for Sully to ‘rescue’ you both (he just needed to bring the boat around). He opened up to you, like it was second nature to him. You envied how easy it seemed to pour your heart into a stranger who could possibly abandon you. But Nathan always had faith. And maybe his faith in you was right.
Maybe Nathan was the one who you’d say I do to.
You didn’t doubt him. You doubted you.
“I wouldn’t say it like that,” You whisper against his swollen lips, face blank with a million thoughts soaring behind your eyes.
“What?” His forehead crinkles in mild confusion while his hand caresses your jaw delicately. Curiosity and a hint of hope float within his irises, but it could just be your imagination.
“I would… be happy to say I do. I wouldn’t hesitate to say it. Well, I might, but only because I’d be nervous,” You heart thudded against your ribs and your palms began to feel clammy. You laugh awkwardly, anxiety infecting your body. “Why am I nervous now? I’m just imagining it— and now I’m rambling about nothing—”
“It’s not nothing, Y/N. I’ve imagined it, too,” Nate reassures with soft touches on your cheek, smoothing your hair over. “I pictured you in a long, white dress with an open back. Long, laced sleeves because I know you’d find that classic and elegant. You wouldn’t have a long train because you wouldn’t want to trip over it. I imagined that day to feel greater than any gold.”
Water glossed over your eyes as you fought back tears until you were swallowing thickly. You hadn’t expected him to have it all planned out. But again, Nathan always plans ahead. He’s always two steps in front of the average person. Another thing you loved about him.
You envisioned his description, finding only near-perfection in the way he thinks.
“Are you joking? Because I will find some creative ways to kill you—”
“I’ve never been more serious. Y/N, I knew from the first day we met that we had something. Whether we were partners, best friends, or dating, we were meant to be together. Don’t you think?” Both of his thumbs rub gentle circles across your supple cheeks, warm from the immense love circulated around you.
“I didn’t at first. Not like you did,” You smiled, remembering the awkward first encounter when Sully introduced you both. You were young and mischievous, and Nathan was also young, but also very trusting, which challenged your judgment. You didn’t even know of his existence a year ago, but ten months later and you feel like you’ve known him a lifetime. That’s got to count for something, right? “but now I understand that you’re right. We were destined to meet— Did you hear what I just said? Your sappy shit is influencing me!”
His beautiful, hearty laughter breaks the tension and pulls at your heartstrings when his skin crinkles to adjust to his expression.
“But you love me and my sappy shit, right?” He pecks your forehead, making you melt into a puddle right in the palm of his hand.
“Sadly, I do, Nathan Drake. Sadly, I do.”
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The bracelet pt 2
pairing: Nathan Drake x Reader
word count: 4,4 K
warnings: 18+; smut; public sex; unpotected sex
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.
Read part 1 here!
a/n: I didn't proof read the smut part but there goes nothing!
A couple of months went by since Nate decided to disappear into thin air. It was such a pitty that it had to end before it even began, which made your already broken heart ache even more. People say the best remedy in such cases is to drown yourself in so much work. That was precisely what you wered trying to do. You spent most of your days in the hotel, deciding the lobby and bar could use a renovation. Not that it looked bad before, but you needed a fresh start with this place. Your ex was not very keen on the idea of change but reluctantly agreed to let you do as you pleased, as long as it would keep you busy. So, two months after the start of this ambitious project, you were standing in the brand-new lobby of The Ritz-Carlton. You did your best to keep the spirit and style of the building but with a few modern touches of technology, which appealed so much more to the guests. The hotel was more busy with events than ever before, weddings, galas, balls, charity events, all because of the work you had but in. Bussiness was really picking up, The Ritz-Carlton had turned in the hottest spot in New York.
Besides the undeniably significant time and effort you had dedicated to the marketing of the place, your personal life seemed like it was put on hold. The paparazzi had been sneaking around town, trying to catch a sight of you doing something mildly interesting. However, they would fail miserably to this task. All of the recent news about you were only in regards of The Ritz-Carlton and event you had organized, praises on your astonishing work. Occasionall pictues of you and some friends clothes shopping would appear here and there but nothing major or scandalous.
At other times, late at night when you were laying in your king-sized bed and staring the ceiling, while the city lights shined through the thin curtians of your bedroom, your mind couldn't help but wander. And somehow it would always end up on Nate. Restlessly wondering what he was doing, where he was. But wherever he was, whatever he was doing, the only place you knew for sure he was never going to leave, was your head. After his departure you didn’t really have any interest in dating, even declining a few date offers from some very wealthy and famous people. Trying to mingle was not necessarily a bad thing, but every time such thoughts popped up in your head, you’d look out the window and see the faint sparkles of the same stars that Nate spent hours talking about. It made you feel nostalgic, knowing no one else could ever take you on a date and make something casual appear so fun. That alone made you give up on the idea of pursuing someone else, at least for the time being.
And while you were busy buraying your head into the piles and piles of demanding and much nessecary work, Nate himself had very different plans. He took the task of becoming wealthy to heart and persused that with the first opportunity that he stumbled upon. That was exactly why he took up Sully's proposal to work together and left. He left for long, but not for good. Now that he had a few dollars in his pocket, he decided it was time to make his advancment towards you showing you his brand new persona. His heart was filled with excitemet and anxiety, he knew he was gone for a long time but he hoped that you had kept your promise and waited for him. He was trying his best to keep up with the news about you, reading every newspaper, magazine, interview. All this time he was thinking of you, dreaming of you. The man wanted to tell you everything, to explain where he went, to watch your fascinated eyes sparkle while he told you the story of his adventure with Sully. So, as soon as he came back to New York, he stated working on his new, expensive image. He changed his wardrobe, his car, he rented out a new place. A whole new man by the looks of it, but not in his heart, not in his feelings for you. He renovated himself the way you were renovating The Ritz-Carlton. So, a month after he came back, a month after all the work, he decided it was finally time to approch you.
The day seemed like any normal day for you, sitting at your desk in the office of the hotel, filling in the upcoming events in the callendar. You checked on the progress of the current agenda - a wedding. You made a few phone calls and after doing the diplomatic work, that took no longer than a couple of hours, you decided to run some personal errands, such as picking up drycleaning and other mundane tasks. You stored most of your personal items in a room in the hotel for covenience, but it did mean that sometimes, like today, you had to leave the place with a few zipper bags full of clothes. The weather was starting to get colder and colder with each day, warm and careless summer nights seemed like only a memory that was sitting close to your heart now. The leaves were starting to change colors but that did not make New York look any less beautiful on your side of town. But the chilly weather meant warmer clothes, and a need to add a lot more layers on your body before walkig outside.Fortunately enough the sweather dress you had on was still going to do the job if you to put a coat on top, which annoyed you to an unbelieveble extent. It just meant more weight on you as you carried the cleaned clothes all the way back to your apartment. Holding the, what felt like an ungodly amount of weight of clothes over you shoulder, you walked out of the building. You were met by a gigantic rose bouquet, probably 50 roses or more, right in front of your face, held up by someone who you couldn't quite see. You shook your head, moving past the person and walking away.
"Hey, hey, Y/N, come on" you heard from behind you, the voice was somehow familiar but you couldn't link it to a face for the first few seconds.
You turned around, freezing in your spot, but not because of the low temperature outside.
"I've been standing here for hours and you won't even say hi" he laughed, moving to hold the bouquet in only one of his arms "You have no idea how many excited screechings I had to go through, followed by disappointed looks. Have I really become this unattractive?"
You were still frozen in your tracks while he went on, trying to process the sight in front of your eyes combined with the information in your brain. Your head felt like it was spinning and everything was somehow like it was in a haze.
"I think you managed to break me" you finally spoke. And it was the truth, the shock had taken over your body. It felt like you were dreaming. Did you accidentally fall asleep in your hotel room? You couldn't really tell.
"Well, I was hoping for more of an excited running into my arms, maybe even shedding a happy tear."
"Nate what the actual hell?"
It finally got through to you. Nathan Drake was standing right there, in front of you, a bouguet of 50 roses in his hands. He was dressed in a black tuxedo that hugged his body perfectly, his dark hair was styled back with gel. He looked even better than you remembered, making your heart beat so fast that you felt like you were going to faint. He laughed softly at your shocked reaction, making a few steps towards you.
"If you're not going to hug me, can I hug you at least?" He asked, wrapping the free arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest.
You wrapped your own free arm around him, your head rested against his body as you closed your eyes. You still couldn't believe he was really there, but the warmth of his torso was proving you otherwise. Hot streams of tears rolled down your cheeks, your emotions prevailing.
"Oh my god is that Dior?" you sniffled softly against his chest once you opened your eyes, them landing on the fabric of his clothes.
"I had to impress you." he shrugged and let go of you, brusbing a tear from your face. "There they are, the trears!" he chuckled.
You shook your head in disbelief, taking a step back from him. You had so many questions to ask, it felt like your head was going to explode, followed by the rest of your body. A cool breeze blew past the two of you, making your hair softly sway to the side while you held eye contact with him. It kind of brought you back into reality, in your dreams it was never cold, just endless summer.
"I have so many things to ask-" you started, but were cut off by the flowers being shoved in your face.
"Take these, my back hurts, I've been carrying them for so long"
"I have 3 bags of drycleaning in my hands, literally" you whined to him, moving the bags to your front and with a swift motion placing them over your forearm.
"Well in such case, why don't we take my car and you can ask anything you'd like?" he offered, reaching in his pocket and taking out the keys to unlock a black Mercedez GL that was parked on the street next to the two of you.
"That's your car?"
"Yes" he replied shortly, opening the back door and placing the roses inside gently.
"Who are you? What did you do to Nate?"
He laughed at your response, taking your bags off of you and putting them in the car as well before he grabbed your hand and pulled you towardws him. Like the gentleman he was, his arm wrapped around your waist before he held the passenger door for you, closing it after you sat inside.
"Can I ask my questions now?" you asked once the two of you drove off in an unknown to you direction.
"You can ask and ruin my very cool bad ass story about how I have money now or..." he said, turning his head towards you with a playful spark in his eyes and and a cheerful smile. "You could wait for us to get where I'm taking you and let me explain everything."
"Yeah I think I preffer asking, actually"
He shook his head and laughed at you, stopping at a red light.
"Okay fine, but you're totally killing the vibe."
"Okay I'll ask only one question now and you can tell me your mindblowing story whenever you think is best."
"We have a deal."
"Fine, then, why didn't you warn me about leaving? It was kind of scary to just have you stop showing up to work one day."
Heavy silence followed after your question echoed into the car. You turned your head to stare at his expression, studying his side profile. You could see his brows furrow while he thought of the answear, one arm let go of the wheel, elbow against the armrest on the car door while he rubbed a finger under his nose, his hand covering his mouth. He kind of seemed nervous.
"Well, honestly it wasn't something I planned to happen, it just did." he said finally.
It was your turn to furrow your brows now, but in utter confusion.
"You make it sound like you were abducted"
"More like recruited? I didn't have the time to find you and explain everything, and it's not like I have your number to call. You wanted to keep things professional between us. And I couldn't even think about explaining anything back then, you know? I wasn't really sure what was going to happen either."
"But it was scary. We didn't know if you were alive or not, you could have gotten into an accident or something, I had no information on you. I made the restaurant manager call you and your phone was turned off, I called in all the hospitals in the region around the hotel and around your apartment for you."
"I didn't know you were so worried."
"I was, I felt horrible and responsible. For a moment I thought about calling the police and tell them you were missing."
"Gosh, you care so much about me? It's almost as if you like me or something?" he joked, trying to break the tense atmosphere.
"Oh my god" you whispered in annoyance, laughing softly at his words.
It was odd, you never imagined yourself actually being into someone like him, someone so different to the men you were used to dating. But there you were, in his car, following him with no direction to wherever he pleased to go. Before you even had time to try and continue this conversation, he parked the car and turned the engine off.
The second you stepped out of the car, you were greeted by the sounds of waves crashing into land and the fresh smell of salt water. It was already late in the evening when Nate picked you up from the hotel, which meant it had gotten cold enough outside to make you shiver, even without the soft breeze that was blowing. You looked around, your attention immediately captured by the flickering lights of the amusement park on Coney Island. Unfortubately for you, who got excited from the thought of riding some of the rides with Nate, even if it meant you would look like crazy people wearing something so formal there, the park was closed and everyone was long gone. Your head turned to look for Nate in confusion, seeing him stand next to you with his hands in his pockets. He reached out a hand for you, taking yours and motioning for him to follow you. And you did, once again, follow him without asking any questions. He lead you towards the beach, an area that was unfamiliar to you. Soon you reached a big bell tent, open and inside there was a set-up simillar to your first date night with him - poof chairs, blankets, fairly lights. He walked you inside, helping you sit on one of the poof chairs and plopping down on one himself. You coudln't lie, it was so thoughtful, so beautiful and romantic. For the second time this cocky, slightly annoying man had left you speechless. You were so mesmerized by the scenery that you didn't even notice him stand and take out a bottle of champage out of somewhere and pour it in two glasses. You took one of them, clicking it with his before taking a sip.
"Nate this is... I don't even know what to say."
"Don't get used to it, it's my apology for leaving the way I did." He sat down next to you
"Well that was anticlimatic"
"I didn't mean it that way." he rolled his eyes, placing the glass on the ground. "I wanted this to be special, we haven't seen each other in so long and in my head this whole thing was going to happen in the summer but plans got delayed."
"Is now the time for you to tell me the amazing story of Nathan Drake's adventure?"
"You bet it is!" he laughed.
And he did tell you everything, about his brother and about Sully. He he went into great detail about everything that he went through in the last few months. And while he was speaking, you were going through every possible emotion you could think of, listening with your jaw practically on the floor. He would laugh at your reactions, copying your face to make fun of you.
"You're awful!" you would whine, hitting his chest playfully
"Oh, I'm awful? Why are you here then?"
"You're lucky, I like awful."
''You know..." he started, taking his glass and finishing the remaining content in it. "The whole time I couldn't really stop thinking about you."
Silence suddnely fell upon the two of you after his words, making your gaze turn from the pleasant view of the outside beach to the more pleasant one, his eyes.
"I thougut about you too" you whispered softly.
"It got the point where I couln't really... get rid of this" he reached for the inside pocket of his tux, taking out the diamond bracelet that you gave him.
It sparkled softly under the soft fairly lights around you. Your eyes stared at his hand, moving rapidly between his face and his palm. You couldn't believe your eyes. No matter how hard you tried, the damn bracelet somehow just wouldn't leave your life. Truthfully, you didn't really know what you were feeling in that moment. You were upset because you wanted to get rid of it at all cost, but in a weird, nostalgic way, you were glad to see it.
"Actually, I had it on me the whole time, to remind me of you." he spoke after he noticed your state.
Suddenly all the negative associations you had with the expensive item melted away and were replaced by the hearthwarming feelings his words brought. He put the bracelet on your wrist, making you shiver with the contact.
"Can I be honest about something?" you asked, your eyes fixed on the diamonds.
He nodded in response, making you look back at him.
"Truly, I've never met anyone so... romantic?"
"After everything you thought THAT was romantic?"
"No, I mean this whole thing. The flowers, the beach, the bracelet. This is more romantic than a proposal, and I've been proposed to... twice."
"The beach was actually a reference to something else." He mumbled before taking a sip from his glass.
It made you think for a second and suddenly the memory of your first intearaction came to the surface, making you blush.
"You dog!" you laughed, looking at him with the side of your eye.
He laughed as well, laying on his side, turning his body in your direction.
"Come here." he said, reffering to his chair.
You did your best to move over to him eleganly, not sure how well it worked out judging by his giggles. Or maybe he was just tipsy from the champagne? You sat down next to him, having him wrap an arm around your shoulders like he did on your first date. Your head rested against his chest while you snuggled up against him, only now realizing how actually cold you were before that. You closed your eyes, listening to the rythmic sound of his heartbeat as your hand rested against his stomach. You couldn't tell how long you sat there like this before you started playing with his tie. He noticed your actions, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before his hand travelled down to your waist, drawing soft circles on it. In the moment of silence, you could hear the sound of waves crashing in the background and it felt so calm, so perfect, even. Nate's hand was now slowly travelling up and down your back, going further down with each movement, until it finally landed on your butt. You giggled into his chest when you felt his hand there, making you look up at him. The both of you stared into each other's eyes for what felt like forever, until his lips finally crashed into yours. The kiss was passionate and long, it tasted like champagne and it was enough to make your head spin, while your hand left the tie alone and moved to his shoulder. His grip on your ass was now harsh and needy, trying to pull your hips closer to his own while he was squeezing. You broke the heated kiss to catch your breaths, suddenly feeling shy because of the butterflies that were going wild to the rythm of your heartbeats. You started kissing his jawline, softly, to hide that fact, your hand loosening the tie around his neck. Nate was quick to get out of his jacket, throwing it on the floor. His hands found their way back to your body, touching and grabbing everything he could. You took off his tie, placing it over your own head. He laughed at your act, pulling you by that same tie now and kissing you hungrily again. This time he was even more passionate, if that were even possible, his tongue danced against yours while his hands grabbed your wast and pulled you over on top of him, making you sit on his lap. Your hands were grabbing his hair, ruining the way he had styled it. After a few minutes of making out, you broke the kiss for air again. Now he looked more like the Nate you remembered, no fancy tuxedo, no tie, just a normal, very handsome guy. You smiled at him, undoing the bottons on his shirt while his hands roamned around your body. Once the shirt was undone and open, you had to bite your lip at the sight of his body. You knew he was toned, you just didn't know he was actually shredded as well. He smiled confidently at your reaction, but you kissed him before he could make the snarky comment you knew was already formed in his head.
You were growing more and more needy for him by the minute and he knew. Truth was, the feeling was mutual. He spent too many nights alone in bed thinking about this, thinking about you, imagining the exact moment your hands would be in his hair, his lips would be on yours. He couldn't help but be impatient, try to push you towardws going further and further into the heat of the moment. And while he was so lost in this timeless dance of your tongues together, the reality of his deepest desire being better than anything he could ever imagine, you had to break the kiss, making him moan with annoyance.
"Can we really do it here?" You asked, out of breath
"What's stopping us?" he asked back, attacking your jaw and neck with his lips.
"Well it's kind of... public?"
"You were the one.... who wanted.... sex on the beach" he said between kisses.
"The cocktail, Nate"
"I suggested the cocktail, you wanted the other thing"
"You really need to learn when to shut up"
"You need to learn how to lose an arguement"
You rolled your eyes at him but kissed him again, your hands undoing his belt and pants. He was smiling through the whole kiss, which made you even more annoyed with his cockiness. Speaking of cock, his was painfully hard, and you could tell by the way it twitched when your hand accidentally brushed against it in the process of unzipping his pants. You wasted no time, your eagerness was matching his and the thrill of someone catching you in the act was sending a type of feeling through your veins that you couldn't remember feeling before. Was it adreanline? Or were you just incredibly turned on? You slipped his member out of the boxers as well, giving it a few strokes with your hand which resulted in a hitched breath, followed by moans from Nate. He wasn't going to waste time either, hand slipping under your dress and pulling your panties to the side so he could touch you as well. The kiss was broken at that point, both of you looking into eachother's eyes. You two knew already there was no need for any foreplay since you were almost dipping on his fingers now and without saying anything, he grabbed your waist ang guided you to hover above him. The poof was a bit too unstable to help you with balancing on your knees but it had to do. Your hand held his dick in place before you slipped down on it slowly, making Nate throw his head back in ecstacy.
"This is so much better than I expected" he said holding you down while you were adjusting to the size.
It didn't take you long, pecking his lips before you started moving your hips in circles while you watched the expression on his face change from sweet and loving to lustful. He helped you move up and down his lenght because your mind was now too preoccupied and overstimulated to have such a complex thought about rythim and movement. It was all him and him only, nothing else in the world existed but this. He pulled your chess to his while you bounced on him, his hands now on your ass to guide you while his moans filled your ear. You weren't holding back on moaning or saying his name either, it simply felt too good to even try. Your hands were touching his muscles while you moved, your lips nibbling and biting on his neck. At some point your nails were digging into the skin of his chest and arms, but your mind was too clouded to even notice that. All you could really feel was the way he stretched your walls, his own hips now moving upwards to be fucking into you. You bit on his shoulder as you felt your walls tightening around him, and from the looks of it, he was feeling that you were close as well. He groaned your name deciding it was a good idea to push your hips down while he slammed himself into you, making you yelp as he hit a spot you didn't know existed. It felt so good you were having doubts it was real. You started screaming his name, feeling yourself finally release onto him while he moaned and moved. His hand travelled up from your ass to your hair, grabbing a handful and pulling you into a very tight hug while he moaned and groaned. You felt him cum inside you just as you were done with your orgams, your body collapsing onto his. You sat like this for a while, panting, hearts wildly beating.
"You have to tell me where you get your clothes dry cleaned, my pants are ruined"
"Jesus Christ, Nathan! I just gave you an orgasm and you're thinking about dry cleaning?"
"Yeah because of that orgasm, my pants are ruined, we orgasmed everywhere!"
You sat up to look at him, your hands on his chest while you shook your head.
"Okay fine. Our second date will be at the dry cleaners."
"Technically this was the second date."
"I hate you, so much."
"Oh, darling, we both know you don't."
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Treasure Be Damned | Nathan Drake
》 PAIRING: movie!nathan drake x female!reader
》 TROPE/GENRE: childhood best friends to lovers; angst; fluff
》 SUMMARY: Nathan wished it didn't take something drastic to happen for him to finally realize what he felt for you. And no matter how much that gold was worth, you will always be his greatest treasure.
》 WARNINGS: both are orphans (mentioned), tech genius!reader, protective!nathan, switch pov halfway thru, kinda canon divergent (a.k.a. i made slight changes to some scenes from the movie), pining, jealousy jealousy, idiots in love, some angst, kidnapping, canon level violence, injuries, love confessions and a cute fluffy ending.
》 WORD COUNT: 5.4k+
A/N: hello! me again with another fic. this may seem super random but this was commissioned by the lovely @theslayerofthevampires ! thank u so so much hun <3 my first ever commission btw. trying to stick to a certain word count was actually quite interesting to me alskalsk but this was fun to write and i hope i did it justice!
+ also i couldn't think of a better title and the summary is kinda cheesy but we love cheese in this house so alksalkslaks
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You and Nathan had been best friends for as long as you could remember.
When he punched a guy twice his size all because they made you cry on your first day at the orphanage, he quickly gained your trust and loyalty. It was reciprocated when you dumped all your lunch on a kid when they poked fun about why his brother left him.
You two had been inseparable ever since.
Nathan was protective of you, and you were protective of him.
As years passed, that protectiveness only grew tenfold. With it came the care and affection that went from strictly platonic to something warmer, sweeter.
For you, at least.
You couldn't pinpoint when it started, all you knew was that everything Nathan did for you suddenly felt special—like it was solely for you.
The change wasn't outright. It was a slow realization, when the little things he did made your heart grow warmer and beat faster all the same.
At first, you thought it was a simple crush—a silly phase, that with time, it would fade.
But no.
As months moved to years, it went from something that lingered to something you couldn't escape from.
The moment you truly figured that what you felt about him wasn't as simple as an adoration for your best friend was on your eighteenth birthday.
Nathan had spent all the money he saved from working odd—and honest, he made sure to make that known—jobs on a silver necklace.
Maybe you watched way too many romcoms, maybe it was all in your rose-tinted head, but there was an underlying romance in the way he stood behind you, so close and warm, as he put the necklace on for you.
With bated breath, you let him, trying your best not to melt over his simple touch. His fingertips brushed against your skin so delicately but felt electric in all the right ways.
You only regained your breathing when he finally stepped back. Yet he took it away a moment later when he gently tapped the charm—shaped like a compass—sitting between your collarbone, a fond smile on his lips when he said,
"So you'll always find your way back to me."
How could you not fall in love?
What a cliché.
Falling in love with your childhood best friend.
It would've been cute if it was reciprocated.
But whatever he saw you as was strictly platonic.
You were constantly reminded of how unrequited your love was with the hook-ups he brought back to the apartment.
You had agreed to be his roommate to help lessen the expenses. Even though you had only recently moved in together, you were starting to doubt if it was a good idea—for your heart's sake, anyway.
It didn't even stop there.
Because here you were once again, sporting an ache in your chest as you watched him flirt with a blonde girl at the bar.
As much as you enjoyed visiting him at work, seeing him flirt with the pretty customers regularly will always leave a bad taste in your mouth.
Jealousy.
A feeling you shouldn't be entertaining in the first place. You were just a best friend. You had no right to go all green-eyed whenever you saw him with another girl.
Nathan Drake wasn't yours.
You didn't even realize that you were too deep into your thoughts until a familiar voice brought you out of it.
"You okay?"
You blinked, looking up to see Nathan regarding you with brows furrowed in concern.
"Huh?"
"You've been glaring at that thing for a good minute now," he explained, nodding at the personalized cocktail he made for you.
He always did that whenever you stopped by, experimenting with new mixes he thought you'd enjoy solely based on how well he knew you. You give him your honest feedback in return. It was your own little game.
"Is it bad?"
"No, no, no," you said, taking a sip before smiling. "I liked it."
"Just 'like', damn. I need to step up my game," he sighed in feigned disappointment. When you didn't react as much, he added, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Nathan looked at you for a moment, lips pursed as he shook his head.
"You're such a bad liar."
"I'm not," you scoffed, playfully rolling your eyes. "You just know me so well."
"I do," he hummed, grin turning proud. "I also know when something's bothering you so, what's up?"
"Girl things." You shrugged, trying to seem nonchalant. You could tell it confused him, because he was never uncomfortable to talk about those topics with you. But before he could even question it, you quickly added, "I think I'm going to head home first. You didn't forget your keys, right?"
"That was one time," he grumbled, eyeing you for a moment because he obviously didn't buy your excuse. A second later, he sighed, "Yeah, I got my keys."
"Okay, See you later," you said, gathering up your things before walking towards the door.
"Let me know if you get home safe," he called out.
You only threw him a salute in response.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
It was the harsh light from the huge window in the living room that woke you up.
You must have fallen asleep on the couch in the middle of watching your comfort movie—a poor attempt at trying to distract yourself from your lovelorn predicament.
Who knew dealing with feelings could be so exhausting?
It was the smell of bacon that coaxed you out of your cocoon, though.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Nathan greeted as soon as you stepped into the kitchen. He threw you a warm smile over his shoulder before he continued making breakfast—shirtless, might you add. "There are painkillers beside your water in case your neck is killing you. I would've carried you back to your bed but you kick in your sleep and I've learned my lesson so…"
It did happen once.
He was trying to coax you off the couch and back into the comfort of your bed. But as he got closer, your leg having a mind of its own when you were deeply asleep, you kicked him straight in his jewels—his words, not yours.
The loud thud of him falling on the floor didn't even shake you awake, not even when he was groaning in pain.
You couldn't even remember any of it.
"How many times do I have to apologize for you to let that go?" you chuckled, settling at your usual seat at the small dining table you had.
"Not enough," he snorted. "I still feel the phantom of the kick, you know."
"You're so dramatic." You rolled your eyes, glancing around only to catch a glimpse of that old yet familiar green trunk. It was then you noticed some of his old stuff littered around, trinkets and memorabilia he hadn't looked at in a while. Just as you were about to question him about it, you saw the excited look on his face. You narrowed your eyes, asking, "Did I miss something?"
"Quite a lot, actually," he chuckled, sauntering over to you with your breakfast for the day. Putting the full plate in front of you, Nathan leaned down and quickly kissed your forehead. "Eat. I'll tell you all about it."
You ignored the phantom of his lips on your skin.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
A treasure hunt.
Nathan dragged you into a treasure hunt.
You didn't trust this Victor Sullivan guy, but Nate seemed to be adamant about finding this gold in hopes of finding Sam too. And you trust your best friend's judgment so that made Sully a friend of your best friend, much to your dismay.
"Do I look okay?" you asked, straightening out your long, black evening gown as you emerged out of the makeshift changing room.
When you didn't hear an answer, you looked up to see Nathan staring at you with a certain look in his eyes.
Your face warmed. "What?"
"Okay?" he scoffed, shaking his head as if he was offended by the word you used. With a gentle smile, he gestured at you with both hands. "You look beautiful."
"Thanks. You don't look bad yourself," you responded with a shy smile, unable to hold his gaze for much longer. You fixed your entangled necklace, instead.
"Here, let me," he said, quickly walking over to you to straighten it out, his touch featherlight against your skin. "It's a gorgeous necklace. The guy who gave this to you has good taste."
"If good taste means licking his own ass, then, it's a bit questionable."
"Okay, gross," he playfully grimaced. "All I'm saying is that I picked the right one for you."
"You did." You smiled fondly.
"Perfect," he hummed with a smile, his gaze slowly trailing from your necklace up to your eyes, his next words barely even a whisper. "You're perfect."
You didn't know if it was even meant for your ears but you could only stand there, staring into his brown eyes that seemed to shift from one emotion to another.
Nathan was about to say something when Sully came out of nowhere with that grumpy look on his face.
"Why are we bringing her again?" he asked as if you weren't standing in front of him.
"She's a genius with computers," Nathan said, a bite in his tone. "She's going to help us get through any security tech easy breezy."
Sully narrowed his eyes between you two before shrugging.
"Fine," he grumbled, looking you up and down before walking away. "We leave in ten minutes."
"I don't think he likes me very much," you sighed once the door shut.
"I don't think he likes anyone," Nathan said, smiling at you reassuringly. "Don't take it personally."
And you didn't. Truly.
But when you got to the auction house, it definitely felt more personal when the old man wouldn't tell you anything.
No communication. No updates. No information. Nothing.
Only when you ask Nathan directly were you able to get a grasp of what was going on or when to proceed to the next step—if he wasn't distracted.
With the countless pretty ladies dressed to the nines, you best believe he wasn't anywhere near focused.
You were angry because this was a dire situation. One wrong move could get you guys caught. You were too goddamn young for prison.
You definitely weren't bitter over something else.
"Do you always feel the need to flirt with anything that walks?" you spat when he finally reached the door you'd been trying so hard to keep open without getting caught. It took him three minutes more since he was busy chatting up some random trust fund girl.
"I wasn't—Jesus," he grunted, the door hitting him on the way as you walked past it.
You couldn't be bothered to wait anymore. You didn't look back and simply sped walk towards the power switch.
"You're upset," Nathan said once he caught up with you.
"I'm not upset," you grumbled. "I'm annoyed."
"It's the same thing."
"It's fucking not."
"Okay, geez," he conceded, pouting, "What'd I do?"
"What aren't you doing?" you asked sarcastically, harshly tapping on your phone as you tried to decode the security lock on the main switch. "Oh right, focusing on your job!"
"Christ, do you two always bicker like an old married couple?"
"Shut up!" you and Nathan barked synchronously.
Shaking your head, you calmed yourself, punching in the security code.
"Look, I'm sorry, alright? I was just trying to scope potential—"
You glared at him.
"I'm shutting up."
"Just do your thing. I want this over and done with," you grumbled, stepping aside once the circuit box finally opened.
"You're a genius," he praised with a smile, placing a quick kiss on your forehead. "Thank you."
"Whatever."
You wished you could say everything went smooth sailing from there, but when did it ever?
Everything happened so fast.
One minute you two were walking out of the control room, the next you were being chased down but huge men.
Running in heels was not fun.
And then it was a blur, someone grabbing your arm in a way that made you scream in pain to Nathan tackling the guy to the ground, landing blow after blow to his face until blood started to splatter on the suit he was wearing.
"Touch her again and I'll kill you."
You'd never seen him so angry before.
But that anger quickly disappeared when he fussed over you, hands soft against your cheeks yet the panic and worry were evident in his eyes.
It took several 'I'm fine's and a couple more reassurances that you weren't badly hurt to get him to fully calm down and help you up so you could get out of this place.
Unbeknownst to you, there were curious eyes watching everything closely with a knowing yet wicked smile on her lips.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
You thought the feeling of being outcasted was only a small blip at the auction house.
But you were so wrong.
"What happened to you?" you asked when he finally met up with you at the church in Barcelona, soaking wet from head to toe.
"Long story."
"So you brought your girlfriend with you" A girl—Chloe, you later learned—suddenly appeared.
"She's not my girlfriend," Nathan quickly corrected.
Yes, it was true.
But the way he shut it down so quickly as if the thought made him hurl made the sting harsher.
It didn't take long for you to notice how Nathan seemed to be following Chloe around a lot.
So much so that you were becoming more of an afterthought.
They were always conspiring amongst themselves. It was in their line of expertise, you supposed, and you were just the tech girl. But it wasn't like you were clueless about it. Nate has told you enough stories for you to get the gist of what was going on.
It was getting pathetic, trailing behind them like some puppy, wanting to feel included.
When Nathan argued with Sully that you were not leaving his side when it was time to split up, you could only laugh at it now.
What was the point when you were immediately alone when you got into the tunnels?
Even more as you stood by yourself at the club, watching him dance with Chloe, so close, in the guise of blending in.
Maybe if you weren't distracted you would've noticed the man sneaking up behind you. You would've been able to run before he could grab you from behind, hand over your mouth as he started dragging you backward. And maybe you were quite good at kicking someone's jewels when you hit the jackpot the first time, enabling you to escape and scream for help.
You were yelling Nathan's name, but it was the loud gunshot that caught his attention.
It was heartbreaking to think that it took you getting shot in the leg for him to fully acknowledge you.
You were overwhelmed with too many emotions that you became numb, simply letting them take you back to the safe house in silence.
"I'm sorry," he whispered as he sat by your temporary bed, carefully wrapping the bandage on your thigh after he cleaned it. Thankfully, the bullet was only meant to slow you down, not kill. "I'm supposed to be looking out for you."
"It's fine," you sighed. You knew he was being sincere. He looked thoroughly distraught when he saw you drop to the ground. You knew it wasn't his fault, and you knew he was already blaming himself enough. But with the pain and bitterness—both physically and emotionally—you couldn't stop it. "You were busy. I get it."
He frowned. "What's with that tone?"
"There's no tone," you grumbled, avoiding his gaze.
"You're annoyed."
You shook your head. "I'm not annoyed.'
"So…you're upset," he hummed, reaching for your hands. You pulled away, carefully getting comfortable on the bed.
"I'm going to sleep," you sighed, pulling the covers over you.
Nathan got the hint, standing from his seat with a sigh, "Okay, goodnight, just…call me if you need anything."
So when you woke up in the middle of the night when a sudden sting went up your leg, you quickly yet carefully got out of bed to look for him.
You wish you hadn't bothered.
The last thing you wanted to see was him and Chloe getting cozy on the balcony, a bottle of wine between them.
You figured you weren't important enough to interrupt their moment. Besides, the ache in your leg couldn't compare to the absolute pain in your heart. It only intensified when they started leaning toward each other.
So you quickly went back to bed, tainting the pillowcase with salted tears.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
"Here." Nathan kneeled in front of the foot of the bed, tying your shoelaces for you. "So, I've been thinking…"
"Uh oh," you joked.
"Maybe you should sit this one out."
Your smile quickly got wiped off your face.
"What?"
Nathan glanced at the door. You followed his gaze, catching a glimpse of Chloe before she hurriedly walked away.
You pressed your lips, nodding in understanding.
"It's not what you think it is," Nathan placated.
"Sure it's not," you scoffed.
"Look, you're injured and—"
You stood up, abruptly cutting him off. You grabbed your bag, limping around the room as you gathered your stuff.
"Woah careful, your wound is still fresh," Nathan followed you around, arms out in case you stumbled. "What are you doing?"
"Leaving. That's what you wanted, right?"
"What? No!" he rushed, hands on your shoulder, stopping you. "What I meant was, you need to recover first."
"Right," you scoffed, shrugging him off before you continued packing. "Because it's going to be dangerous and you're looking out for me, trying to protect me and all that bullshit."
"It's not bullshit!"
"You know, after all we've been through, I thought I could count on you to at least be honest with me," you said bitterly.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means," you pressed, harshly zipping up your bag. "If you wanted me out of the picture, you could've just said so."
Shaking his head, he argued, "That's not it."
"Maybe," you said, looking him straight in the eyes. "But fewer people, more gold to go around, right?"
That rendered him silent.
"You've known me your whole life," he started, hurt flickering in his irises. "You really think I'd do that to you?"
"I don't know anymore, Nate." You threw your hands up exasperatedly. "Because ever since you met them, I barely recognize you anymore. You've been wanting their approval so bad you're getting desperate for it.
"And I always thought that when we get the chance to find this treasure, we'll do it together, side by side like we always do. But all I've done this whole time is be a third wheel to whatever this is." You gestured at him and the door, laughing sarcastically. "Fourth, if you include Sully."
"That's not true," he argued weakly, realization dawning on his face.
"You whisper among yourselves, nobody tells me a fucking thing, you don't even tell me anything anymore! I'm always left chasing after you because you couldn't be bothered waiting for me to catch up. Fine, I might not know everything about this treasure but it'd be nice to get filled in every once in a while instead of leaving me clueless! Hell, you're starting to forget you brought your best friend with you—"
"I didn't forget about you—"
"You didn't even notice I was getting dragged away until I was shot!"
Nathan looked away.
"All of you are always excluding me and it sucks," your voice cracked, blinking away unshed tears. "And don't think I didn't see you conspiring with Chloe last night."
He looked confused. "Last night?"
"When I came looking for my best friend for help because my leg was hurting like a bitch but I didn't want to be a cockblock so, you're welcome."
"You're not—" Nathan cleared his throat, shoulders slumping, looking at you apologetically. "Y/N…"
You shook your head, harshly wiping at your eyes, putting your jacket on. "The more it goes on, the more I think that you just brought me along because it was convenient for you. Now that I'm considered a liability, gotta leave the extra baggage right?"
"That's not fucking true!" he gritted, pulling his hair frustratedly. "You're part of this as much as I am!"
"Right. Where are we going next?"
Nathan blubbered like a fish out of water.
"That's what I thought," you scoffed, slipping your backpack on.
"Wait, dammit," he cursed when you walked past him, chasing after you into the living room. Frustrated, he called out, "All I'm asking is for you to sit this part out because you're hurt."
You stopped, slowly facing him.
"I never thought that the loneliest I'd ever feel is when I'm supporting you to chase this dream you'd been wanting ever since you were a kid," you admitted, chest tightening as you stared into his troubled brown eyes. "So, I'm not sitting this one out, Nate, I'm done."
You shoved the cross right on his chest.
"Have fun on your honeymoon," you said, bumping his shoulder as you walked out the door.
"Y/N!"
You never looked back.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
Nathan was smart in a lot of different aspects. But emotions and feelings?
Oh he was stupid as fuck.
He wished it didn't take something drastic to happen for him to accept what he truly felt for you.
Part of him was relieved because at least you weren't there when the plane fiasco happened, especially with your injury. He was appeasing his guilt by telling himself that you were safer this way.
Nathan wouldn't know what to do with himself if something worse happened to you.
But as he was decoding the postcards Sam sent—a difficult task to focus on when he couldn't stop worrying about you so much—Chloe suddenly came in with a package.
"It has your name on it."
He opened it confused, but nothing could prepare him for what was inside.
The dread and fear started to creep up his spine when he held the silver necklace he gave you.
You never took this off.
As he emptied the box in a rush, photos upon photos of you tied up and gagged, beaten and bruised with blood tainting your delicate skin, Nathan felt like his entire heart was taken from him.
'The map or her. Choose wisely.'
It came in flashes, moments where you'd been there for each other, the joy and heartbreak, success and failures—you were always there, his one constant.
Then came the moments where he dreamed about you and him, doing things best friends shouldn't be doing.
He always knew what he felt about you but he shoved it down in fear of ruining the friendship you'd built over the years. But now? Denying it seemed insignificant. Now there was a chance he wouldn't be able to tell you at all.
Nathan was losing the love of his life.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
"That didn't take long," Braddock laughed sardonically, standing up from a large rock nestled on the beach somewhere in the Philippines.
"Where is she," Nathan growled, the tube map holder slung on his back.
Braddock nodded at one of her men, Nathan's heart sinking to his stomach when they dragged you in, your yelp piercing his chest when they shoved you on the sand.
Nathan instinctively tried to run for you.
"Not so fast," Braddock hummed, clicking her gun before pressing it on the back of your head. "How do I know this isn't a trick?"
"I think you already figured out I don't play games when it comes to her."
"Well, let's see," she challenged. "On your knees, Drake."
"N-Nate," you whimpered, adamantly shaking your head. Even in your state, you were still trying to protect him.
"It's okay," he reassured with a smile, hands up as he did as told.
Braddock grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you closer to where he was.
He stifled his anger. But best believe he'd already plotted so many ways to make Braddock suffer for what she did to you.
But one wrong move could cost your life.
"Hand it over."
"Untie her."
Braddock rolled her eyes but did so anyway.
"Hey, hey, look at me," Nathan whispered, your tear-filled eyes meeting his. He lifted his chin once, gaze flickering behind you. "I got you, okay? You're going to be okay."
"Enough with this sappy bullshit. Hand over the map or she dies."
Nathan slowly grabbed the map, only to throw it away as far as possible.
On cue, a huge explosion distracted Braddock enough for you to abruptly stand on your feet, hitting her under the chin with your head.
"You bitch!" she yelled, dropping the gun.
Nathan quickly pulled you aside and grabbed the weapon. With no remorse, he shot Braddock on both thighs, once more on the arm to be petty.
He'd do much worse if you weren't on borrowed time.
Nathan grabbed your hand and made a run for it.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
The silence was tense.
But Nathan was focused on taking care of you first.
He was busy enough trying not to cry whenever he'd discover a new cut and bruise on you that he couldn't even dwell on the fact that you were showering together. You were both in your underwear, but still.
It was when he had you sitting on the counter as he patched you up when you spoke.
"You didn't have to do all that for me."
"You know, it hurts me so much that you think I wouldn't take a bullet for you," he sighed, finishing up a bandage before meeting your glossy eyes. "You're more important to me than you think you are."
"No, I know it's just—" You bit your bruised lip. Nathan quickly pulled it away with his thumb, not wanting you to worsen your injury. You leaned into his touch as you continued, "You've been dreaming of this since you were a kid and I feel like I've ruined it for you."
"You didn't ruin anything."
"But you should be out there looking for the gold," you said. "Instead you're stuck here with me."
"Listen to me, if I had to choose between that gold and—" He took a breath, holding your face in both hands as he stared at you longingly. "The woman I'm hopelessly in love with then…"
Nathan breathed out with a smile, "Fuck that gold."
You stared at him in a way that made him believe that he'd done it.
He'd finally ruined your friendship to a point of no return.
That until you broke out into the sweetest, brightest smile that made his heart grow and his knees weak all the same.
"It's not as hopeless as you think it is."
Nathan felt like his heart was about to burst.
"Yeah?" He grinned, giddy and warm, gently parting your legs and stepping a little closer.
You let him into your space. But suddenly your brows furrowed, frowning. "What about you and Chloe?"
"So you were jealous."
"Nate."
"There's no me and Chloe," he reassured, gently taking your hands, kissing the insides of your wrists before placing them on his shoulders. "Maybe I got the incredibly stupid idea to make you jealous—I know, baby, I'm an idiot—but she shot that down real quick."
"But—"
"Those times you've seen me with her, all I kept talking about was you," he admitted, blushing. "I'm sure she'd grown sick of me being lovesick."
Nathan probably talked her ear out about how hopelessly in love he was with you, seeking advice on what to do because it was the one thing he couldn't go to you about.
She had been really helpful, pushing him to confess because it was better you know before it's too late, and that in this line of work, you'd never know when that would be.
If only he hadn't let his cowardness win.
"She argued with me that leaving you behind was a bad idea, and if I listened to her I—" He pressed his forehead against yours with a shaky breath. "I'm sorry."
"I know you like to take all the blame but this isn't your fault," you hummed, fingers combing the straggles of hair on the nape of his neck.
"It kind of is," he pressed, eyes watering as he thought about what he dragged you into.
He couldn't stop thinking about the pain you'd gone through all because he was being reckless. For as long as he could remember, he made a vow to himself to always keep you safe no matter what. Yet here he was, failing at that—failing you.
"I'm sorry for being such a shitty best friend this past week," he said, caressing the apples of your cheeks.
"You were pretty shitty," you teased, though he could see the way your body relaxed a little. He could tell that you appreciated hearing his apology. It must've been weighing on you since you left.
It made his heart ache.
"I was and I'm sorry," he said regretfully. "I guess I just got so caught up in this whole treasure-hunting thing that I lost sight of what's truly important to me. But still, it's no excuse. I was the one who dragged you into this, I should've been attentive enough."
You turned your head and kissed his palm, a silent way of saying it was okay. He felt like he was about to melt.
"And I'm sorry for taking so goddamn long to tell you how I feel," Nathan admitted.
"Yeah well," you hummed, smiling at him sweetly. "We're both at fault on that one,"
"Still, I'm sorry," he whispered, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. "For everything."
You nodded, a smile on your lips. "I can't say I forgive yet—"
"Understandable."
"But hey," you hummed, leaning closer. "You have plenty of time to grovel and make up for it."
Nathan chuckled, brushing his lips against yours with a whisper, "Can I start with a kiss?"
You nodded with that cute giggle of yours, one that still echoed as he finally closed the distance.
So many things filled him up at once—soft, sweet, warm. So many emotions rattling his heart as your lips molded into one—relief, passion, love.
It was gratifying, a kiss he'd been dreaming of for as long as he could remember. But, with your fingers in his hair and his hands on your waist, your warm body flushed to his with no space in between, nothing could ever compare to the real thing.
And yes, it was going to take some time to repair the cracks that were made in your relationship. But he was willing to wait and do whatever it takes to gain your full trust back.
Nathan didn't care how long or how much work it would take, as long as at the end of every day, you came back home to him—it was more than worth it.
-:-:-:-:-:-:-
"Kid, are you even listening to me?"
"Sorry, Sully," Nathan said unapologetically. "But whatever the wife says, goes and her plan is usually better than yours."
"I'm technically not your wife yet," you giggled, your engagement ring glinting as you continued bypassing the security cameras using your phone.
"Technically, yes," he agreed, shrugging. "But in my head, you've been my wife ever since you put that ring on."
"Always thinking ahead, huh?" You finished up the job, slipping your phone into your pocket before turning to him with a raised brow.
"Oh yeah," he hummed, pulling you closer by the waist. "And once we get married, in my head, we already have three kids."
"Three?" you choked out a laugh.
"Five?"
"Let's start with one and see where that goes."
"We should definitely practice later."
"Do I always have to remind you two that this is an open line?"
"Oh we know," Nathan hummed, kissing you with a loud smack which earned an annoyed groan. He then gestured at the door with a bow. "After you, Mrs. Drake."
"Still up for debate."
"I'd take your last name any day."
"I was thinking hyphenated."
"Not a bad shout."
"Get moving you two!"
"Sully, you're getting so close to getting your wedding invite revoked."
You laughed at that.
Nathan couldn't resist kissing you once more.
"Let's go," you giggled against his lips. "We still have treasure to find."
"I'm in no rush," he shrugged, brushing his nose against yours. He was sure his eyes were glowing with pure adoration. "Already got the best one right here."
You groaned and called him cheesy but you still kissed him anyway.
Treasure be damned, with you by his side, Nathan was the richest man alive.
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it’s a typical night at the bar for nathan.
mix boujee drinks for customers with money to spare, make small talk with coworkers to pass the time. he enjoys his job, and he’s damn good at it. not many bartenders can pull off the tricks he does or tell you the history of drinks while concocting them. it’s a skill. it gets him extra tips, too. but as much as he enjoys his job, it’s predictable.
it’s a typical night at the bar for nathan until you walk in.
you instantly catch his attention in the little dress and strappy heels you wear. your smile when you laugh at something your friend says, accentuated by your lipstick, stops him in the middle of pouring someone a drink.
tonight just got interesting.
nathan absentmindedly pours the drink into the glass, eyes glued to you. you’re making your way up to the bar. the customer he’s serving has to pull the glass away before it overflows. they leave the bar with their drink, muttering a complaint under their breath.
that leaves an open stool open at the bar, and you take it. your friend stands beside you. nathan dries his hands off with a rag and throws it over his shoulder, looking between you and your friend.
“evening, ladies. what can i get you?”
“vodka soda lime, please.”
“i’ll have the same.”
nathan raises a brow at you, grabbing the glasses to make your drinks.
“lemme see your ID?”
you get it from your wallet and show it to him. he reads it over while cleaning out one of the glasses.
“y/n y/l/n.”
“and you are?”
“nathan, nathan drake. could i call ya y/n/n?”
“only if i can call you nate.”
nathan grins and sets down the cleaned glasses.
“call me anything you want.”
a smile tugs at your lips. your friend scoffs.
“you could put away your ID now. i just wanted to get your name.”
“how about asking instead of carding her?”
“yeah, nate. how about asking?”
you lean your chin in your hand, looking up at him through your lashes.
“i think the former was much smoother, y/n/n. don’t you? besides, it’s policy.”
nathan meets your eyes. there’s something between the two of you, you both feel it, but your friend interrupts again.
“what’s the status on our drinks?”
“coming right up, ladies.”
you smile fully at him, then break off into conversation with your friend. nate starts your drinks.
he gathers a shaker and bottles of vodka and club soda. you see him swing the vodka behind his head from the corner of your eye. intrigued, you turn to watch him. he flips the shaker in the air with one hand and catches it with another. a laugh of disbelief leaves your lips.
he’d hoped that trick would impress you. it’s always a fan favorite.
nate sends you a smirk from across the bar counter. you’re about to say something when your friend grabs your arm, making you turn back towards her. you continue your conversation while nate gets back to work on your drinks.
he scoops ice into the shaker and pours in vodka, then shakes and pours the chilled vodka into the glasses. he tops them off with club soda, lime juice, and a slice of lime in each glass for garnish. he slides the glasses towards you two.
“two vodka soda limes. enjoy.”
you trace a finger around the rim of your glass, lips forming a smirk.
“we will. thanks, nate.”
“yeah, thanks. let’s go, y/n/n.”
your friend picks up her drink and leaves the counter. you start to follow, but nate speaks up.
“vodka’s made with some pretty weird additives, y’know. fermented fruits, grains, sometimes even potatoes.”
“potatoes?”
“gives it a richer flavor.”
you squint at your drink.
“is this one made with potatoes?”
“nah, not too many brands use that method. only three percent of vodkas worldwide.“
“really?”
“really. go ahead, try it.”
you tentatively sniff your drink before deciding to take a sip. you hum in satisfaction, licking your shimmery lips when you’re done.
“whatcha think?”
“it’s good.”
“just good?”
nathan crosses his arms, tilting his head to the side. you sip some more of your drink, eyes locked with his.
“really good.”
you suck on the lime. nate watches your lips.
“could i get ya another?”
“i should find my friend. i’ll be back later, though.”
“that’s too bad, my shift’s just about over.”
“aw, i don’t want you to go. i like you and your fun facts.”
nate rests his elbows on the counter and lowers his head so it’s level with yours.
“you could come with me. i’ve got plenty more where those came from.”
“i dunno, i can’t leave my friend.”
“i think she’ll be alright.”
nathan nods out at the crowd. she’s right in the center, dancing with a group of girls. you shake your head lightheartedly.
“tell you what. if you’re worried, i could ask someone to keep an eye on her.”
“you wanna take me home that bad, huh?”
“isn’t it obvious?”
you laugh and push at nate’s arm.
“your friend’s kind of a cock block, anyway.”
“oh, totally. but now that you’ve got me alone, what do you wanna do with me, nate?”
nathan tosses aside the towel that’s over his shoulder.
“i’ll get us a ride.”
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summary: you know nathan drake like the back of your hand, and he knows everything about you. your mind is always wandering back to him, even when you don’t want it to be. a huge thank u to @sunshinehollandd and @captaindanvxrs for helping with this idea and helping me edit this i love you guys so so much <3
pairing: nathan drake x fem!reader
warnings: angst, some fluff, language, drinking, nate and reader being a little toxic to each other. just pure heartbreaking stuff.
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when you first met nate, you were instantly intrigued by him. the two of you first introduced yourselves when he started working at the same bar as you. everyone else there loved him almost instantly, because who wouldn’t? he was sarcastic, witty, charming, and knew how to crack a good joke every now and again.
and, of course, he was extremely good looking.
the two of you got pretty close after consistently working shifts together. it was a friendship no one really saw coming, and didn’t seem to make sense to anyone but the two of you. of course, the closer you two got, the more your feelings for him grew. the little moments between the two of you stuck in your mind like glue, never slipping from your mind. as depressing as it seemed, you didn’t want them to fade, even if it hurt to look back on them.
you two were giggling about nothing, the city lights of new york city pouring into the room from the windows. you were leaning on your elbow, feet resting on his legs, with a bottle of rosé sitting on the floor. at the same time, the two of you talked about anything and everything.
“you know, i never understood the appeal of new york until i moved here,” you looked out the window, oblivious to the fact that his eyes wandered to your face, taking you in, “could be because i always thought it was overrated.”
he chuckled, grabbing the bottle and taking a sip from it before responding, “yeah, it’s definitely not the kind of city that's made for everyone.”
you nodded in agreement, “it grew on me. nowhere else really feels like home anymore.”
“understandable,” he replied. the music playing softly in the background slowly faded, the vinyl playing through to the end. he tapped your legs lightly, signaling you to move them. he let out a soft grunt as he stood, making his way to the record player.
“what’s next?” you asked, taking your own swig of the wine. you two had decided to open it about an hour ago, and the bottle was almost finished. you could feel the warmth in your face and you could tell your cheeks were red from the alcohol.
he hummed, putting the record back in its sleeve before skimming through your collection. his fingers stopped over one of them, pulling it out and placing it on the turntable, “something we haven’t heard in a while.”
you smiled softly as he adjusted the needle to fall to one specific spot in the vinyl, listening as one of your favorite slow songs began playing through the speakers. you smiled as he walked back over to you with his hands out for you to take them. he pulled you up to your feet, grinning as you met his gaze again.
“dance with me?”
you rolled your eyes playfully, arms wrapping around his neck as his found their home on your waist,
“always.”
the two of you swayed to the music, your head falling to his chest as you looked out the window to the city lights again.
you could stay like this forever.
you and nate were everyone's favorite couple to talk about. everyone knew how in love you were with him, and how he felt the same about you. your friends would always be the first to ask when the wedding was whenever you got together to catch up, and you’d both shake your heads and laugh, reminding them that it’s still a little too soon.
as you and nate started getting more serious, so did his relationship with sully. you knew about nate’s past, and he had let you know that he’s always wanted to find this treasure both his father and brother talked about. you had honestly tried your best to understand in vain, but supported him through his decisions regardless of your views.
the more serious the treasure hunting got, though, the less serious your relationship became. you felt like you had been placed on the back burner of his life, and it was crushing to feel so unwanted, unneeded, and pushed aside while you still loved him with every fiber of your being.
it ended in a fight. of course.
“nate, do you not hear yourself right now?!” you yelled, standing in the living room of your apartment in disbelief. he had just told you that he was going with sully to barcelona to pursue more questionable clues about treasure no one was even sure actually existed.
“do you hear yourself?” he replied, spinning your words back on you, “come on, you’re supposed to support me, not tear me down.”
“i’m not - i am! and i have been, in case you haven't noticed! but you’re telling me that you’d rather go off and possibly die over something you're not even certain exists; all for what? the adrenaline? the thrill of thinking you’ll possibly be recognized from it? i mean, you can’t even tell me that you love me, for gods sake! but you want to go halfway across the country for some made up treasure hunt without a second thought?!”
you knew your words were hurtful. but honestly, you wanted them to be. after everything he had said and done, part of you just wanted him to know how it felt to be in your shoes.
“you know it’s more than that! this is what my entire family has been after for years. ages before i ever even met you!” he said,“it’s my only chance of figuring out where my brother could be, too. how could you not get this?”
you knew how important his brother was for him, and when you saw the tears glistening in his eyes, you almost felt bad, almost stopped, almost apologized. you didn't, though, continuing,”how do you even know sam is still alive, nate? how many months has it been since you’ve even gotten a postcard?!”
he scoffed, turning away from looking at you as he gathered his things,”if you can’t respect the fact that i have to do this, that i need to at least try and find out for sure if he is alive or not, then i don’t know what i’m still doing here.”
you swallowed thickly, blinking back tears, refusing to let him see you cry over him,”and what if you die? what am i supposed to do then?”
he stopped, looking back at you, face growing cold as he threw his backpack over his shoulder, “dead or not, you can just forget about me for all i care.”
you watched as he left, the door slamming on his way out. you let the tears fall as soon as he was gone, hand covering your mouth as you let out a quiet sob.
you didn’t hear from him again.
you had no way of knowing if he even was alive, or not. the desire for information, any information, made you understand a bit more where he was coming from regarding his brother.
that didn't make you feel any better.
you walked through the streets of new york, headphones in your ears as you made your way back to your apartment after work.
you tried your best to move on, friends set you up on dates with guys they thought you’d like. you only let a couple stay around. you hated to admit it, but you just couldn’t move past nate. you knew you had to, at this point there was no sense in trying to fix something so beyond broken.
you made your way into the complex, getting out your keys and unlocking your door. as you stepped in and kicked off your shoes, you turned the lamp on.
you jumped at the figure sitting on the couch, tugging an earbud out as you shut the door,”nate?”
he smiled softly, standing as he wiped his palms against the material of his pants. his face was littered in small cuts and bruises. you stood there staring at him, trying to decipher if this was real or just your imagination.
“i’m real, don’t worry.” he said, almost like he could read your mind.
“what the hell are you doing here?” you asked, crossing your arms as you looked at him up and down.
“i, uhm… honestly, i don’t really know.”
“you don’t know?” you asked incredulously, “so you just invited yourself into my apartment after months of letting me wonder if you were even alive? months after breaking up with me without a second thought, all because you decided some childhood fantasy was worth more than i was?”
he sighed, “look, please don’t start this-“
you cut him off, “get out.”
he stared at you blankly, but you stood tall with your arms crossed.
“please - just let me explain.”
you shook your head, grabbing the jacket that sat on the back of the couch, “no, really, i don’t care. please get out of my apartment. now.”
he sighed softly, grabbing the jacket as he approached you. you stepped back when he got close, waving him towards the door and he nodded, resigning and reaching for the doorknob; stopping briefly on his way out to look over his shoulder as he touched it.
“i did really love you, you know? hell, i never stopped loving you,” he admitted, “i wanted to find that treasure so we could build a happy life together, no other reason.”
you couldn’t tell if he was making it up so he could stay or not. it didn't matter, anyways.
you weren't about to let the months you spent healing yourself come crumbling down because he finally wanted to tell you how he felt - if there even was any truth to his words. you had worked too hard and cried too much to let that happen.
you watched as he opened the front door, slipping out into the hallway as he closed it behind him, walking out of your life once again, not saying another word.
you locked the door and pressed your back up against the cool wood, sliding down as your knees pressed against your chest. you let the tears fall down your cheeks and onto your neck, sniffling quietly to yourself, feeling absolutely defeated.
you looked out the windows, the city lights glistening as the rain slowly trickled down the window, thinking about how you’d do anything just to be able to feel the same way you did when you danced with him in your bedroom. you loved him more than you could ever love anyone else, including yourself. you wished you could turn it off, but you knew your feelings weren't going to go anywhere. you hated him for leaving you, but at the same time you were overwhelmed with all the love you held for him with nowhere to go.
maybe you had been a bit too hard on him, but you had vowed to yourself that you’d never let someone make you feel like a second choice again. never again. you couldn't take the risk of letting the person that led you to make that vow back in your life.
you had begged to feel loved by nathan drake, but he was unable to love someone. not until it was too late.
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Day 23: Sex Pollen
Fandom: Unchrted
Character: Nathan Drake
Warnings: needy Drake, p in v, aphrodisiac, cream pie.
It was suppose to be something easy, but when does exploring for some treasure an asshole pirate left behind ever easy. You and Nathan were following some trail on a map, he insisted this was the way to where the abandoned ship was.
He was a few feet ahead of your, a laugh escaped his lips. You couldn’t tell what he was looking at but it seemed to entertain him.
“Hey Y/n. Check out this strange flower.” Bending down, Nathan had never seen a flower like this, it seemed to be shimmering though the moment he touch the thing he was surrounded by a cloud of pollen. Inhaling it was a bad thing but you combing near it would be worst.
Raising his hand, he stopped you. Not letting you come close. He could already see your concerned gaze. “I’m fine.” He said in between cough’s, his vision blurred for a moment and suddenly his body felt hot, way to hot. His pulse quickened, his mouth felt dry. Nathan didn’t even notice that he had stumbled into your arms.
“God Nathan! You’re burning up?”
Letting out a weak laugh, Nathan clutched you tightly. Inhaling the scent of your perfume as his fingers dug into your hips pulling you closer to his chest. “Really? I feel fine.”
Closing your eyes, you did your best to remember the plants you read in the book as Nathan continued to nuzzle into tile skin. “Okay, we’ll we need to get you back to the hotel…you got hit with a special flower and I do not think being stuck here is good for you Nathan.”
Letting out a whine, Nathan rutted against your backside. “I want to stay here, you smell so good.” He whispered.
Gritting your teeth you shook his head grasping a hold of his wrist as you pulled him along back to where you tied the boat off. “We’re heading back, now Nathan.”
Despite how heated his skin was, how turned on he was he couldn’t help but feel happy knowing you were worried for him. “You’re so hot.”
It was a long journey back, the treasure long forgotten as Nathan pressed you into the bed. The man’s lips on your neck. His erection pressed against your hips as he did his best to get more skin on skin contact.
“N-Nathan.”
“I’m sorry beautiful, but I can’t hold myself back.” Nathan whispered against your neck, his teeth grazing and sucking the skin as his fingers dipped into your shorts and panties.
Biting your lip, you bucked your hips against his fingers. Your nails digging into the hotel sheets, you would have joked for Nathan to take care of himself but who knew how long this would last. “N-Nathan.”
“God, I love how you say my name.” Pulling his hands out of your shorts, he gave you a wink as he tugged your clothes off. If did not take long for himself to get naked. Biting you lip, your eyes ran over his body as your hand moved to cup his cheek.
Nathan leaned into your touch, savoring the gentle caress of your hand on his cheek. Your words and smile warmed him far more than any lake water ever could.
"I guess we owe that pesky flower a debt of gratitude," he murmured with a small chuckle. Leaning in, he captured your lips again in a lingering kiss. All thoughts of pollen and aphrodisiacs faded as he poured his soul into expressing how long he had yearned for this.
As the kiss deepened, your closeness in the water gradually reignited the heat simmering in his blood. A low growl rumbled in his throat as he swept you into his arms, wanting - no, needing - to feel your curves pressed fully against his eager body.
"Y/n”he breathed huskily between kisses along your jawline. "I want you so badly. Tell me this is what you want too." One hand slid down your back to cup your backside possessive yet sensually. "Let me show you how much I love you." His arousal was evident where it nestled hotly between your thighs.
Nathan’s breath caught at your explicit consent. Days of pent up longing and desire boiled over, an inferno engulfing any semblance of rational thought and restraint.
Crushing his mouth to yours in a fierce, starved kiss, he hauled your body against his hardness, intoxicated by the feel of you at last in his arms. You gasped into his mouth as his erection ground against your heat.
Breaking the kiss with a groan, he grasped your thighs and lifted you effortlessly to wrap your legs around his waist. Turning his head, he nipped along your neck, laving his tongue over every sensitive spot he discovered.
"You looked too good..." He muttered raggedly against your skin. His hands roamed your body with unrestrained hunger, pausing to palm your breasts and roll a pebble hard nipple between his fingers.
He found your entrance with his thick length. Locking eyes with you, he slid inside with one deep thrust, until he was fully seated to the hilt. Your gasp of pleasure at being filled so wholly and a low masculine groan of satisfying left you both teetering on the edge.
Nathan began to move, withdrawing almost fully before surging back in a relentless rhythm. His mouth devoured yours ravenously, swallowing every moan and sigh as sheer bliss cascaded through him. You were far better than any treasure he discovered, any city he found. Soft moans escaping your lips, as you begged for more.
Nathan groaned at your soft moans, making him fuck into you even harder and faster. The animalistic side surging to the surface in his unrestrained claiming of you.
"Shit" he growled gutturally, nipping your earlobe between his teeth. He felt wildly out of control but you were right there with him, meeting each powerful thrust and clawing at his back.
Hooking one arm under your knee, he hit an even deeper angle that had you screaming his name to the heavens. The sound only served to further unravel his tenuous hold on sanity.
He could feel the tension coiling impossibly tighter low in his abdomen. Glancing down between your joined bodies, the erotic sight of his glistening cock pounding relentlessly into your soaked cunt had him seeing stars.
"I'm so close...Come with me baby, I want to feel you clench around me," he pleaded roughly. Sliding a hand between your sticky thighs, he began rubbing tight circles over your engorged clit in time with his piston thrusts. A few more strokes and you would fly over the edge into ecstasy.
Your eyes sliding closed, you begged for him to fill you, to breed you as your back arched off the bed.
Your sinfully erotic words and blatant encouragement were the final straw for Nathan’s fraying restraint. At your command to "breed you", his mind went blank, the thoughts took over fully with a primal roar.
As your walls convulsed deliciously around his throbbing length, milking him for all he was worth, he lost himself completely to instinct. His hips snapped at a punishing pace, repeatedly spearing your quivering cunt with his engorged cock.
"Mine," he snarled possessively, attacking your lips voraciously. One hand clenched your thigh in an unyielding grip while the other relentlessly plucked your clit, prolonging your screaming orgasm.
His own release hit like a freight train, detonating through him in burning waves as he slammed his hips flush against yours one final time. Thick spurts of molten seed flooded your velvety core, his primal grunts of satisfaction echoing around you amidst the fading echoes of your squeals.
Still locked intimately together, his labored breaths stirred your hair as he barely held your boneless form aloft with his arms. Gradually the frenzied haze lifted from his eyes, leaving only a sated glow of deep intimacy and devotion. Gazing down at your flushed, ravished appearance, his mouth curved in a wolfish smile of ownership and affection. "Mine."
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"New Years Eve was supposed to be fun – instead we ended up in a prison cell. This is your fault." with nathan roping the reader into a quick job before they were going to go celebrate new year’s eve and they got caught stealing something
one of my favorite blurbs to write because just like nathan im also a history whore 😳
pairing: nathan drake x reader
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nathan hated cathedrals. it was a fact that there was an unspoken dispute between him and the nuns. you never knew why because he was oddly silent about his past– and this was the case when you were his best friend. all you knew about him was that he had an older brother who left him in one when they were kids.
you were all he had left now. not your own words, he’d told you so on various occasions.
but when he asked you to accompany on another hiest at santa maria delle grazie. it was 3:54 am when you found yourself holding a torch to help nathan.
“did you know, against the tradition, leonardo da vinci used oil to paint ‘the last supper’ on wet plaster.” the brunette explained as the two of you passed the mural.
“why do all your historical facts surface while we’re stealing stuff.” you rolled your eyes.
“it’s a historical place!” he whisper-yelled at you.
“can we get that cross already?” you sighed.
“it’s not just a cross, it’s a key to one of the greatest lost treasures of all times. when ferdinand magellan set to sail across the world-” twixt all his rambling, his hand wrapped around yours, pulling you over to wherever this ‘key’ was. your heart did a flip even though you told yourself it was just anxiety in case you got caught, “if we found that thing, it would be the best new year’s present ever.”
“nate.” you flashed your torch towards the glass case, signalling to your partner in crime that you found the golden cross.
he rushed the two of you over, already trying to figure out a way to hack the keypad lock to open the case.
what the two of you hadn’t noticed was the presence of a third party– more like a fleet of police officers. apparently one of the nuns at the cathedral had called the cops.
and so what could have been a beginning to the best new year of your lives, turned into a buzzkill. nate paced around the prison cell while you sat in a corner, “it was right in front of us.” nathan complained dejectedly.
“new years eve was supposed to be fun – instead we ended up in a prison cell. this is your fault.” you voiced your thoughts. nate gave you an apologetic look.
“i know. i’m sorry about that.”
you parted the space beside you in attempt to call him to sit with you. he trudged over, sitting beside you with crossed legs, “i guess you could call that a little bit of fun.” you chuckled making him do the same.
the dull yellow of the bulb inside the dungeon and the pale moonlight peeking in from outside lit up nate’s eyes as you stared into them. for a moment you thought he was leaning in, but for all you knew you were being delusional.
you blinked a few times to break out of this trance you’d put yourself in. however, you were proven right– and wrong, respectively– when a pair of soft lips was placed over yours.
nathan’s breath fanned against your cupid’s bow as he moved his lips against yours, sliding a hand behind your neck to pull you closer.
as soon as the two of you parted, a content sigh left nathan’s throat, “i promise to get us out of here before new year, baby.”
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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
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“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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Flufftober Day 03 | Nathan Drake x Reader
a/n - some uncharted (2022) for @flufftober!
prompt - thick as thieves (ofc)
fluff - 600 words - warnings: gn!reader. mild peril. first kiss.
You tumble into Nate’s arms with a wrenching gasp.
“I’ve got you- I’ve got you.” He reassures. His voice is as breathless and shaken as yours. The two of you kick away from the ravine’s edge, sending plumes of dust into the air around you.
He was going to drop you. You were certain of it. When people like you had to choose between a friend and the next big job they always chose the latter. You were tempted to think differently of Nathan for most of this job, but you’d grown so used to letting doubt protect you.
But now, you know any chance at Nathan finding your big payoff was gone. Forever.
The two of you are silent as you try to catch your breath. Then, you realize it. You’ve been clinging to his shirt, your fists twisted tightly into the fabric. You pull your ear away from where it had been pressed to his heart with an embarrassed gasp.
Nate’s smile is bright eyed and dazzling, marred with a few smears of dirt. The adrenaline still pumps through him as he pats down your arms and legs.
“You’re alright? Hey, you okay?” He finally utters. His smile falters when you don’t snap out of your stupor. Helping you sit up, Nate refuses to stop touching you. You finally blink when you feel a hand wrap around yours tightly. He gives you a squeeze. “Talk to me.”
“You… you dropped it.” You murmur. Clarity comes to you with the words. Reality. “You dropped the hard drive. The map.”
Hundreds of thousands of dollars, lost to the bottom of an uninhabitable ravine.
Nate exhales with relief. As if he’d been expecting much worse. As if this wasn’t something the two of you had already risked your lives for. “Of course I did.”
His smile returns, but still, yours does not. Shakily, you squeeze his hand in return, the shock still coursing through you.
Nate watches your gaze flit back and forward between the edge of the cliff and the two of your joined hands.
“Hey.” He whispers. He doesn’t have to. There’s not a single soul for miles here, in the middle of nowhere. But he takes hold of either side of your face carefully, firmly, until you have to lock eyes with the soft brown orbs in front of yours. “Of course I did.”
He waits for a slow nod. You clasps your hands around his wrists as your heart finally slows. The wheels in your head turn as you try to think of a way to correct this mess while the two of you have this moment.
“OKay, I think we can double back to that last town. Maybe the convenience store had a security cam that caught anythi-“
You don’t expect his laugh. The way Nate’s face suddenly lights up again. How often does his face light up when he watches your mind fly a million miles an hour.
Your own expression twists, bemused. “What?”
“You almost just died, and you’re still thinking about the job.”
“I messed it up. We’re really back to square one. This is all my fault, Nate-”
The last of your sentence stutters out as a gentle breath. Nate’s kiss dissolves your train of thought- pulls the emergency brake on them until all you can do is melt in return.
After a few more comforting moments, his strong hands release your face. You shiver as they slide down your neck and shoulders- til he’s embracing you in his lap firmly. Pulling you even closer. As if everything he’s looking for is already right there in his arms.
When you end the kiss, Nathan Drake truly looks unbothered by the whole endeavor.
“I told you. From now on we’re in this together. I don’t care if that drive was our only next move. I’m not losing you for anything.”
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nathan drake
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↳ summary: nathan drake was a tease to say the least. but a completely naked and nonchalant nathan drake, was an even bigger one.
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NEXT STORY!!
What should I write next? I have so many wips in my notes and I need help figuring out what I should finish:
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it’s happening, i say as i clutch my chest in despair. the nathan drake x reader hashtag is filled with tom holland... no... no it can’t be...
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i can imagine that nathan drake is a massive tease. that cocky shit lol. could you please write something where it’s him and the reader out on the road to find something where he is just his lovely teasing cocky self. thank you <333
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w/c: 679
warnings: swearing, gets a lil saucy at the end
a/n: there’s nothing i love more than cocky nate whew! also friendly reminder to add yourself to my new taglist & happy reading friends
you and nathan are searching tunnels to find treasure that’s supposedly buried in them. you’re in charge of navigating, and nate is leading the way. you’d asked him to join you because you two often pair up on expeditions. it’s hard to find people you can trust in this game, but you trust each other.
nate stops when you come to a crossroads. there are two tunnels.
“which way are we going? right or left?”
“um…”
your eyes scan the map spread out in your hands, trying to make sense of it.
“i can’t read this part. i think it’s in another language or something.”
“you don’t know it?”
“we’re not all bilingual like you, nate.”
“clearly.”
you can hear the smirk in his voice. surely enough, there’s a smug expression on his face when he turns around.
“let me check it out.”
you give nate the map. he puts the torch he’s using to light your path in a nearby holder and looks it over.
“it’s latin.”
“oh my god, you’re kidding.”
“nope. i would know, i’m fluent.”
“i thought it might’ve been latin, but isn’t it a dead language? how old is this thing?”
a chuckle leaves nathan’s lips.
“i actually was kidding. it’s just upside down.”
he flips the map over and holds it out to you.
“rookie mistake. cartography has never been your forte.”
you take the map and hit his chest with it.
“of all the things you’re good at, pissing me off is what you do best.”
“what are the other things i’m good at?”
“like your ego needs any more stroking.”
“it could never get enough.”
you continue walking, going ahead of nathan. nathan grabs the torch and catches up to you.
“so what does the map say?“
“i don’t know, why don’t you take over navigation?”
“because i’m holding the torch.”
“then i’ll hold it.”
“you can’t.”
“why not?”
“the big, strong man has to be in front to protect you.”
“can’t you ever take anything seriously?”
“where’s the fun in that?”
you groan and slide down one of the cave walls, slamming the map down beside you.
“uh oh, angry y/n.”
“i’m furious.”
nathan sets the torch aside and sits down next to you. your knees are pulled to your chest, face hidden in them.
“cheer up, buttercup. you know i’m only messing around.”
“that’s the problem. all you’re doing is messing around.”
you press your cheek to your knee, looking over at nathan.
“what we’re looking for, nate, it’s gonna be huge if we find it. i wanted you to come with me because you’re good. you’re really good, and i needed your help.”
“and since i’m so good, i don’t see the harm in goofing off every once in a while.”
nate tickles your side. you laugh instinctively, but push him off you. he looks you up and down.
“is that the only reason you wanted me to come?“
“no, i also wanted to share this with someone. with a friend.”
“who said we’re friends?”
nate smiles, a real smile. you smile back.
“you’re good too, y/n/n. you found the map, you found this place, and you’re gonna find the treasure. you can unclench.”
“maybe you could show me how.”
nate’s eyes lock with yours, then flick down to your lips, then back up to yours. you sit up and shift towards him. nate slowly leans in closer, never once breaking eye contact. his t-shirt is so tight that you can almost see through it, and the strong scent of his cologne is overwhelming. he’s always been attractive, but god, never like this.
nathan gazes at you though his lashes.
“can we be friends who kiss?”
you nod, instantly.
nate closes the space between you two with a soft kiss. your lips slot deliciously with his, and you sigh as his tongue finds yours, a hand on your bare arm.
add kissing to the list of things nathan is good at.
much to your dismay, he pulls away. he flashes you his goddamn infamous smirk.
“back to work.”
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Prompt list -
Fluff
- “Snuggle with me, pls”
- “Your the best, huggie now!”
- “wait are you wearing my clothes?”
- “Your adorable when sleeping,”
- “You Smell like heaven, My Love,”
- “Yes, I love you baby,”
- “Hold me close, don’t let go,”
Smut
- “Come sit on my lap, Darling,”
- “Hey hey, it’s ok! Daddy’s got you,sweetheart,”
- “You, me right here right now,”
- “Your staying round mine? Well clothing ban this weekend,”
-“You want to straddle me, princess,”
-“I’ll take care of you, Darling,”
-“You miss me, baby,”
More will be added, Requests are closed for your ideas as well as these Prompts!
I write Fluff and Smut, sometimes Angst too!
Characters that I write for are -
Tom Holland + AUs such as KOH,Prince,Merman and Mobster
Arvin Russel
Peter Parker
Nathan Drake
Jeremiah Fisher
John B Routledge
JJ Maybank
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Day 11: it’s holiday dinner with your family, and oh Jesus where are your hands going?
Fandom:Uncharted
Character: Nathan Drake
Naughty or Nice
Warnings:Fingering.
A/n: I do apologize for not posting this last night , also thanks....I hate this one ><
You gritted your teeth then forced a smile as you did your best to continue your talk with your mother. You could feel Nathan's hands creep under your skirt
Biting your tongue, your fingers clutched the fork in your hand as you felt Nathan slip his fingers past your pantie's as his thumb brushed your clit.
Doing your best to not buck again'st his fingers, you tried to listen to whatever your mother asked you but it was getting more and more difficult as Nathan continued to pump his fingers in and out of your pussy.
"I...I'm sorry mom, what was your question?"
Nathan hummed as he gave you an innocent smile as he answered for your mother. The two of them carrying on in conversation as he continues to finger you. You did your breath to control your breathing as you felt your orgasm approach. Your hand shaking as you brought the glass of wine to your lips. Clutching the glass tightly a whimper escaped as you rolled your hips, your warmth pushing his fingers deeper though you nearly cried out the moment his thumb rubbed your clit.
With your orgasm hitting you hard, you took another slip of the wine to hide your cries. Feeling Nathan remove his fingers, the man gave you a smug grin wiping his fingers on his pants.
"You alright dear? You look a little flush love."
Gritting your teeth, you nearly slammed your glass down. "Fine...can you pass the stuffing."
'Stupid asshole.'
Oh you'd get your pay back soon enough.
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