#Nate Drake

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐃𝐞-𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬*

Parings → Nathan Drake x Reader

Warnings → Smut!! 18+ , unprotected sex (don't do it), riding, language.

Summary → Nate and you share an intimate, tension-relieving moment after his frustration over Sam's clues.

You sit beside Nate on the couch in the dimly lit hotel room in the Philippines, still feeling the warmth of your recent shower. The soft white towel robe clings loosely to your body as you glance over at him. He's shirtless, his eyes fixated on the scattered postcards from his brother Sam, his fingers tracing the worn edges, searching for a hidden clue. You notice the tension in his shoulders, the bruises from the plane fall still fresh and raw.

“There has to be something here. A cypher, an anagram, anything! Sam wouldn’t just leave me hanging like this.” Nate mutters in frustration, his brows furrowed, rubbing a hand across his face.

You gently rub his bare back, feeling the heat radiating off his skin. “Hey, babe, calm down. You’re so tense.”

He barely glances up, still lost in thought. “I just—he wouldn’t send these for no reason. We’re missing something.”

“Nate.” Your hand moves in slow circles over his back, trying to ease the tension. “You need to relax. You’ve been at this for hours.”

Nate lets out a deep sigh, clearly agitated. “I can’t. Not until I figure this out.”

You smile softly, leaning closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his bruised shoulder. He stiffens for a moment, but you don’t stop. Your lips move slowly, softly, up to his neck. His skin tastes of salt, the faint scent of sweat and sea still clinging to him. You feel him shudder under your touch.

“You’re so tense,” you murmur against his skin, your lips grazing his ear now. “Let me help you relax.”

He finally looks at you, his breath catching in his throat as your lips find that spot just below his jaw. “You—” he starts, but his words falter as you continue your gentle assault. “You’re not playing fair.”

Your lips curve into a teasing smile. “I’m not trying to.”

Nate moves so fast you barely have time to react. In one swift motion, he turns, pulling you into his lap. His hands grip your hips, and you can already feel his arousal pressing against you, hot and insistent. His lips crash against yours, hungry, desperate. You can feel the urgency in his kiss, the way his hands roam your body as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of you.

“You always know how to drive me crazy,” he growls between kisses, his lips moving to your neck, sucking and biting gently, sending sparks of pleasure down your spine.

“You need to de-stress,” you whisper breathlessly, your hands threading through his hair as he moves lower, his lips trailing over your collarbone.

Nate doesn’t respond with words, but his actions speak louder. His hands tug at the loose knot of your robe, pulling the fabric down over your shoulders, exposing your breasts to the cool air. His eyes darken as he takes you in, his lips curling into a wicked smile before he leans down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth.

A gasp escapes your lips, your body arching toward him as he sucks, his other hand cupping your other breast, his thumb circling your nipple in teasing strokes. The sensation is almost too much, your body tingling with need.

“Nate,” you moan softly, your hands gripping his shoulders as he switches sides, giving the same attention to your other breast.

His hand slides down your waist, pulling the ribbon of your robe free before tossing the fabric to the floor. You’re fully exposed to him now, but there’s no hesitation, no insecurity. Only heat. Only want.

Nate’s hands move to his pants, fumbling as he hastily pulls them down, kicking them off along with his boxers. His erection stands hard and ready, and you can’t help but feel a thrill of anticipation rush through you.

Without a word, you lift yourself up, your hands resting on his shoulders as you slowly sink down onto him. The feeling is overwhelming, the perfect mix of pleasure and pain as you take him in fully, your bodies joining as one.

Nate groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly as you both pause for a moment, savoring the sensation. “Fuck, this is the best feeling ever,” he mutters, his voice low and husky, his eyes locking with yours.

You lean down, capturing his lips in a heated kiss, your bodies beginning to move together, slow at first, but building with intensity. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through you, your moans mixing with his as you ride him, your bodies in perfect sync.

“This is definitely the best way to de-stress,” you whisper against his lips, feeling the tension slowly melt from his body as you roll your hips, drawing another groan from his throat.

Nate’s hands grip your waist, guiding your movements as his lips trail down your neck once more, biting and sucking, marking you as his. “I should get stressed more often,” he teases, his voice breathless, his words interrupted by a gasp as you quicken your pace.

Your only response is a breathless laugh, your hands tangling in his hair as you press your forehead against his, your bodies moving faster, the pleasure building, rising until it becomes unbearable.

“Fuck, Nate—” you moan, your nails digging into his skin as you feel yourself teetering on the edge.

“Come on, baby,” he whispers, his voice rough, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he thrusts up into you, harder, faster. “I’ve got you.”

And with one final thrust, you fall over the edge together — your body trembling as waves of pleasure crash through you, Nate’s name spilling from your lips.

Beneath you, he lets out a deep, guttural moan, his hands digging into your hips as he follows you over the edge, spilling into you with a hot, pulsing warmth that leaves you both breathless. You collapse against him, hearts racing in sync, bodies still tangled as the aftershocks ripple through you.

Nate holds you close, his chest heaving as he presses soft kisses to your forehead, his hands stroking your back gently.

“You definitely know how to help a guy relax,” he murmurs with a satisfied grin, his voice warm with affection.

You smile, kissing his jaw as you rest against his chest, both of you still basking in the afterglow. “Just doing my job.”

He laughs softly, wrapping his arms tighter around you. “You’re too good to me.”

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[denndrawings]

BOOM *hits your fave with my lesbianizing ray*

Contrary to popular belief I DO know maybe I am the only target audience for this but I started playing the first Uncharted game and can’t stop thinking how cool it would be if Nathan Drake was a lesbian instead 🤷

[isarart]

Uncharted fan art, I have been thinking about this scene when these two were on a boat searching for the island, and Sam was watching the dolphins like a child :)

This drawing was in my pc for long time and I decided to finish it now. Lol.

[alg0nic]

Hell yeah 😎

[vole-mon-amour]

source

[devnmon]

ngl when nate held up his wedding ring and said “i’m spoken for” to nadine that did something to me.

[fireguardianblog]

Libertalia campsite. Some quiet time and rest before going after Rafe and Avery's treasure again in the morning with barely any supplies. At least Sam managed to save a few cigarettes...

Something I drew a year back in the midst of playing Uncharted 4 and loving every single little thing about it.

[amiadeadpoet]

these two pages on nathan drake's journal

he's such a baby. i want him.

the fact that he has a flower for every one of his girl make me want to scream

[strange-relics]

I’m replaying Drake’s Fortune for the first time in a while, and I know I’m probably the last person on this planet to notice the logo on the jet ski, but had to share anyway!

[blade-liger-4ever]

Relationship Analysis: Nathan Drake and Elena Fisher are a Truly Forced Couple

Surprised to see me here, folks? Well I don't know what you were expecting, given I now have about five of these posts up on my blog. That said, I am very fond of Nathan, and given that he is consistently put down in order to prop up Elena, who should have been a one-off character, it was simply only a matter of time before I got here.

Buckle up and hang tight, readers, though if you adore anything Elena does, use the door and leave.

Elena Fisher: A Selfish Brat

When we first meet Elena, she's joined Nate to learn more about Sir Francis Drake's fate and treasure. It's clear to the players that she's just here for the fame, as she fights with her boss over the phone that losing this lead would be a major loss for her. This is obviously her own wants overriding/clashing with those of her superior, as evidenced by how she follows Nate just to punch him for leaving her out of the action. Their "romance" is only hinted at, suggesting that Elena was more of a "first girl" for the audience that served to introduce the players to Nate and his adventures.

Then it all comes crashing down when Elena is forced into the middle of the plot of the second and third games. This is evident by how, up until her entrance, Nate had a solidly invigorating dynamic going with Chloe, Sully, and, later, Cutter. Furthermore, Nate was his own character with them: he was a quick-thinking man with touches of awkwardness, had a serious side that balanced his humorous nature, and didn't become a wounded puppy with any of his supporting cast when they got mad at him.

But when Elena appears and throws fit after fit over Nate's adventuring that implicates him with the fiasco of the current game, Nate's agency abruptly and unnaturally vanishes. The minute Elena begins witching at him, Nate becomes subdued, and when she persistently belittles him and lords over Nate how much morally better than him she is, Nate acts like a misbehaving dog that's being scolded by its owner (I have seen such behaviors from dog owners and dogs, and describing Nathan's relationship with Elena as such is a terrifyingly accurate analogy.)

This flies against Nate's core character of independence and masculinity. When he's separated from her, Nathan is a strong male lead who can act of his own free will and not fear upsetting anyone. But when Elena, the perfect goddess who dangles a possible relationship with her over his head unless he caves to her whims, appears in his life, Nate suddenly becomes a second-guessing man who feels inferior for not being what she wants him to be. He apologizes to Elena endlessly, acts like a boyfriend on thin ice who needs to repair the relationship when it's not his fault for it becoming strained, and completely destroys himself as a person to make her happy.

And none of this - and I mean NONE of it - makes Elena pleased.

Even as Nate apologizes to her, Elena decides to be a petty witch by making herself out to be better than him, by getting the better of him as they make plans, insults his intelligence, and in the fourth game pretends to be dead just so that he will have a panic attack, then has the gall to laugh and say that the "prank" doesn't make them "remotely even" for him lying to her.

And said lie was done precisely to avoid her walking out on him for a THIRD time, and her immediate ditching of him when she discovers the truth proves that Nate's reasons for lying were well-founded.

None of this behavior either makes sense or is healthy, and if you think it does, then I genuinely don't know what is wrong with you.

Nathan Drake: A Selfless Wanderer.

Nathan has had no place to call his home from the time he was five years old. Going from place to place with Sam after leaving the orphanage, learning historical secret upon historical secret, is not just his way of coping with this fact. It's his calling, and Nate cannot for the life of him stay in one place too long simply because he doesn't know what he'd do if he settled in one location. Nate might not be Francis' actual descendant, but traveling the oceans is in his blood. It calls to him, begs him to unravel the mysteries of the deep, and he has to answer, because he wants to know. He wants to learn what caused those holes in history, and wants to discover them for the sake of knowledge (money never hurts either, but that takes second place for Nathan, as Sully can tell you.)

That's why he can never, in truth, be with Elena. She makes demands of him to leave his life behind and stay with her, to ignore what calls to him just so she herself might be pleased. It's why Nate and Chloe actually click and work so well together. She's a wanderer too, looking for something beyond what is known. She wants to find treasure, yes, but Chloe's no slouch in the historical department, either. Remember, she explained alongside Nate about Marco Polo's (albeit fictional) lost fleet. They have the same interests, the same desires, and their personalities balance each other without negating the other's agency. I mean come on, name one time Nate acted like he had to kill a part of himself to make Chloe happy, or one time Chloe was put down by Nate for being inferior to him in one area of expertise.

Such a moment never happened because they loved each other selflessly and didn't ask the other to compromise their core character just to please one in the relationship.

Nate's selflessness and adventuring is who he is. To make him destroy those parts of himself for the sake of "normalizing him" or to prop up the "good girl" is wrong. If Elena truly loved Nate, she'd have made as many concessions for him as he did for her, if not more so. If you love someone, you love them for who they are unconditionally, not what you can mold them to be for your own pleasure. Chloe tried to convince Nate of many less than good things, yes, but she never forced him to do those things. Nor did she force him into anything, even a relationship. Elena made Nate crawl on glass just for her forgiveness alone, and then put him through crap until he "came back to her" and abandoned the life he's meant to live.

This is why they are a forced couple. Elena's presence acts as a tool to make Nate act out of character just so that he can have a "morally superior" spouse who acts like a pettily pleased snot who "caught the interesting man" and bent him to her desires. Nate's agency is stripped so that Elena can become the lead of the franchise and turn him into a trophy that was once his own man.

This is wrong, on so many levels, and their relationship should serve as a warning for how to NOT write a couple in media.

That's all I have left on the matter. If you enjoyed this, I appreciate it. And if it got you thinking, I'm genuinely so happy. Nate and Elena's relationship is the one downside to the franchise, and I dearly hope I can find some like-minded people outside of a dear friend who understood my complaints, and who helped inspire this post.

Until the next voyage, readers!

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Parings → Nathan Drake x Reader

Warnings → guns, getting shot, violence, language

Summary → Y/n gets shot in a firefight, and Nate tends to her wound with care.

The heat of the firefight had your nerves on edge, but you could tell that Nate was, as usual, having the time of his life. He dodged behind cover, firing off a few rounds, grinning like a kid in a candy store.

“Gotta admit, they’re really throwing everything at us this time!” He shouted over the gunfire, his voice carrying that unshakable excitement.

You pressed yourself against a stone pillar, reloading your gun with hands that were shaking more than you cared to admit. “You’re enjoying this way too much, Nate!” You snapped, peeking out just long enough to take a shot at one of the mercenaries charging your way.

“Come on! It’s all part of the fun!” He called back, ducking behind a crumbling statue. Another spray of bullets ricocheted off the stone near his head, and he laughed, like he was playing some kind of game. Typical.

Just as you stepped out to return fire, pain shot through your side—sharp, burning pain that knocked the wind out of you. You stumbled, one hand flying to your abdomen where the bullet had struck, warm blood seeping through your fingers. For a moment, the world blurred, the noise fading into a distant hum.

"Shit," you gasped, collapsing against the pillar for support.

Nate, still firing away at the remaining mercenaries, was oblivious to what had just happened. “You good over there, babe?” He shouted, still sounding like he was having the time of his life.

You tried to shout back, but your voice came out in a pained wheeze. Your vision swam as you sank down, back against the cold stone.

It wasn’t until the last of the mercenaries fell that Nate finally glanced your way. “Hey, we got ‘em!” He called, walking toward you with a smug grin. “See? That wasn’t so—”

His grin faltered when he saw you slumped against the pillar, clutching your side.

“Y/n?” His voice dropped, the teasing gone, replaced with sudden concern.

You let out a shaky breath, biting down on your lip to keep from crying out in pain. “Took you long enough to notice,” you muttered, wincing as the pain flared again.

In an instant, Nate was at your side, his hands on you, frantic as he inspected the wound. “Shit, why didn’t you say anything?”

“I don’t know, Nate, maybe because I was busy getting shot? ” You snapped, though your voice was weaker than you wanted it to be.

“Hold still,” he muttered, tearing at the hem of his shirt to press against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. His face had gone pale, his earlier carefree attitude evaporating as the gravity of the situation set in. “You’re gonna be okay. I’ve got you.”

You gritted your teeth against the pain, glaring up at him. “This—” you sucked in a breath, “—is exactly why I told you to stop messing around!”

“I wasn’t messing around,” he insisted, his voice tight with worry, though his eyes darted to the side like he was recalling all his jokes from the last ten minutes.

“Right, because laughing in the middle of a shootout is totally serious business,” you shot back, clutching at his arm for support as he tied the fabric around your side to slow the bleeding. "God, you're such an idiot sometimes."

His hands worked quickly, but his focus never left your face. “I’ll take that,” he muttered, “as long as you’re okay.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back the wince as he tightened the makeshift bandage. “You’re lucky I love you, Drake,” you mumbled, your anger already fading now that he was focused on taking care of you.

He leaned in, brushing his lips lightly against your forehead. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. Next time I’ll keep the jokes to a minimum.” He looked at you again, and this time there was no smirk, no lighthearted banter—just raw concern. “I should’ve been paying more attention.”

You huffed, resting your head back against the stone, the pain starting to dull. “I’m still cursing at you for this later.”

He smiled softly, his hand gently squeezing yours. “I’d expect nothing less.”

For a few moments, the two of you stayed there in silence, the adrenaline wearing off and leaving only the warmth of his hand in yours. He sat beside you, his usual reckless energy replaced with a rare tenderness.

“You’re gonna be okay, baby,” he whispered, pressing another kiss to your temple. “I promise.”

You sighed, leaning into his touch, finally allowing yourself to relax. “I know. Just… don’t scare me like that again, alright?”

Nate chuckled softly, the tension easing just a little. “Deal. But you’re the one who got shot.”

“And you’re the one who wasn’t paying attention,” you shot back, though the bite in your tone had softened.

His hand moved to your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin with a gentleness that made your heart ache. “I’ll make it up to you. I’ll take you somewhere nice once we’re done here—someplace with no bullets or bad guys, I promise.”

You gave him a tired smile, squeezing his hand. “You better.”

For a moment, everything else—the danger, the ruins, the treasure—faded into the background. All that mattered was the warmth of Nate’s hand in yours and the way he was looking at you like nothing else in the world could possibly matter. And for now, that was enough.

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[thollandneedy]

Bunny- Nathan Drake

A/N: Missing Nathan Drake btw cause he's SO HOT (Loving the Halloween themed stuff btw)

Summary: You take Nate to night out, but he gets jealous with the guys hitting on you

Warnings: Language and teasing

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“Do we really need to go?” The brunette with the hair fixed with styling gel says

“Yes! You've spent the whole week worrying about Sully and he hasn't given you any feedback about your next trip. You need to calm down a bit.” Y/n, her best friend mentions, as she stares at some of the people in front of her in the queue at one of New York's biggest nightclubs.

Y/n knew everything that was going on in Nathan's life, not least because he could be anything, but he was terrible at hiding his feelings or big news, especially from her. Y/n and Nathan had met as soon as he got his first job working in a coffee shop near where she was studying. It didn't take long for the two of them to get close and begin to develop feelings that went beyond friendship. Y/n wouldn't admit that she liked him to anyone, because she believed that if she ever confessed, he wouldn't react in the same way.

Nathan was the typical guy who liked to enjoy the evening, regardless of whether Y/n was by his side or not, but after his best friend broke up with her boyfriend, he decided to focus all his efforts on looking after her. Nate liked Y/n, not least because it was hard not to fall in love with the girl who let him cry on her shoulder when he stopped receiving letters from his brother Sam. The streets were crowded, even though it was close to ten o'clock at night, and the danger of New York was creeping up on the girls with expensive handbags and cell phones.

“That costume is itchy, bunny.” Nate complains, smoothing down the Space Jam basketball jersey that was chafing his chest.

Y/n rolled his eyes at the nickname. He knew she hated being called that. Halloween week was approaching, and it was almost impossible to find a costume party. The brunette didn't like dressing up, especially in the clothes of his best friend's ex, but he had promised himself that he wouldn't let his desires get in the way of Y/n's “healing” process. The cold wind whipped against his exposed legs, making him hug his own body for warmth.

“I told you to put a blouse on underneath.” Y/n turned her face to the brunette, and smiled at him as she noticed how adorable he was wearing rabbit ears.

“It's not funny. I told you to go Matrix.” The man crosses his arms, trying once again to explain his flawed idea.

He couldn't lie and say that she wasn't flawless in that costume. It wasn't the most original idea in the world, but it was certainly one of the best on her body that night. The white top perfectly outlined her breasts, while the shorts managed to effortlessly hug her ass, even making it look bigger than usual. A few men passed by looking her up and down, but she didn't mind since she had someone to protect her if she needed it.

“But I already had my Lolla costume ready.” The girl taps her foot, causing her fake ears to wiggle on her head.

The queue moved long enough for both of them to be seen. A pink bracelet was placed on the couple's arm, and then they headed down a narrow corridor with neon lights directing them to each space according to the package they had bought. Fortunately for Nathan Drake's fortune, which until now had been hidden from the media and any other curious people who might jeopardize his reputation, the place they had picked up was VIP. The dark-haired man took one of his best friend's free hands, gently guiding her to the stairs above one of the main stages, which was already packed with several costumed characters. Y/n squeezes the man's hand, who responds with a squeeze of the same intensity. The colored lights blended into each other, while the music was so loud that it could make the atoms in Y/n's body move in sync.

Nathan made his way to the VIP area, where his pink bracelet was checked, as was his friend's, by the security guard at the door to the other area. The space was large, with a long table with several bartenders on hand to serve him a cool drink, while there were several sofas for him to sit on after a few hours of dancing.

“Shall we get something to drink?” Y/n asks as soon as his eyes meet the bar.

“Don't you want to dance first? The dance floor is downstairs, we just need to put your bag in the locker.” Nate approaches her ear, saying loudly over the loud 2000s music that was invading her ears.

The girl nodded, once again following her best friend as he held her hand. She didn't know if it was because she had recently broken up, or the simple fact that she was completely in love with Nate, who made butterflies fly around in her stomach every time he took her hand to lead her somewhere.

Y/n excitedly walks down the stairs, watching from above the crowd nearby, dancing to the electronic house beats played by the night's DJ. Nate positioned himself at her side, touching her waist and guiding her steps at the same speed and in the same direction as his. The middle of the dance floor seemed to be too small with so many people inhabiting it, while Y/n didn't even care about the people passing by. The girl straightened her ears, facing Nathan and smiling in satisfaction. The man allowed himself to be carried away by the agitated beat, moving his shoulders and the rest of his body in one continuous rhythmic step, while Y/n closed his eyes to feel the music around him.

It was almost impossible for Nate to close his eyes when he was with Y/n, as if his eyes wouldn't allow him to focus on her. His body moved closer to her, causing their breasts to rub together and both of them to smile awkwardly at each other, their emotions melting in the heat of the moment. Their bodies seemed to be enchanted by each other, while their eyes read each other's souls.

It was sensual, frantic and frightening

Just as Drake had his intentions, other men thought the same, and it wasn't long before others caught Y/n's eye and bought him a drink.

The clock was about to strike 2:40 a.m., and Nate was leaning heavily on one of the leather chairs in the VIP area talking to a blonde girl with green eyes dressed as a fairy. His feet were restless, and he kept paying attention to the other side of the room, where Y/n was laughing about something with a man dressed as a policeman.

“Are you listening to me?” The blonde caught Nate's eye, and he just nodded and turned his eyes to the woman in front of him. “I think you're distracted by something else.” She insinuates.

“Yeah, yeah, love.” He denies it, placing one of his hands on the exposed knee of the girl in the pink dress. “Go ahead. I can hear you. You were talking about your trip to Mexico, right?”

“Yes!” The girl smiles, returning to the subject.

But he wasn't really paying attention to what she was saying. Nathan found himself wondering why Y/n was laughing so much, or why she had accepted the invitation in the first place. They were together, with matching costumes and even sharing the cost of the drinks they had (even though he was going to pay for everything himself out of chivalry for his friend). She was a magnet, but she didn't seem to realize it, or it was all just a game to her.

On the other hand, Y/n looked away from Nate several times, but he never seemed to look when she was looking at him. The conversation with the policeman was empty, and not even the most expensive drink could buy his attraction. Nathan had something that made any woman want his lips, his touch and his attention, it seemed to be a magic that summoned the sex gods when his name was mentioned. The girl just agreed and laughed forced at the comments she couldn't even hear over the loud music. She wondered why Nathan was buying drinks for the blonde in the fairy costume, and why he hadn't picked her up from that lousy conversation until now.

The two seemed to be having an internal dispute over an external conflict.

Until finally their eyes met once more and locked like a padlock.

“And then I said to him: Since we're right here, we'd better go in headfirst.” The man dressed as a policeman finishes his office story, laughing out loud like a great comedian. “So. What do you say we go somewhere with fewer people?” The brunette moves closer to Y/n, causing the woman, who was holding a glass of red drink, to laugh humorlessly.

“I don't think so.” A male voice caught the policeman's attention, causing him to turn and face Nathan. “Y/n, shall we? It's late, and the party ends at four in the morning.”

Y/n opens her mouth to answer, but only a silent yes seems to be used. The girl hands the drink to the man who had paid for it, mumbling a well-articulated “sorry”. The dark-haired man takes the girl's hands and guides her to the changing room, getting in line to take her bag and coat. Nate stared at his own feet, until a sense of courage entered him so that he could be brave enough to ask:

“Did you want to hook up with him, Y/n?” Nate asked, catching the girl's eye.

“Did you want to stay with the fairy?” She retorts.

“Why do you care so much?” He crosses his arms.

“Because we were supposed to be together at the party, as far as I knew.” She replies, causing a certain confusion in the older man's eyes.

“Calm down, wait.” He steps in front of her, holding out both hands in a gesture of waiting. “You're the one who accepted the guy's invitation first.”

Y/n frowns, denying it.

“No.” She says. “It was you who got a call from the blonde who was dancing behind you and called you a cutie, asking if I was your girlfriend. And you said we were just friends, and then she asked you to buy her a drink.”

“As if I hadn't noticed that you were enjoying talking to the new member of the 99,” Nate rolls his eyes.

“I don't understand why you seem to be angrier than me. I came up with the costume idea, and you should be buying me a drink.” She says without patience, then covers her hand when she realizes what she's missed.

“Did you want me to buy you something?” Nate asked, still trying to pick up on the signals Y/n was sending out through his own mental confusion.

“That's not what I meant. It's just that… ugh.” The girl throws her head back, running her hand through her loose hair.

Nathan pulled her out of the queue and led her down one of the corridors to another VIP lane. The place was a little dark, with only a few white LED wires to illuminate the passage without people bumping into each other when they wanted to change lanes. Y/n leaned against the wall, relaxing her posture and snorting to herself.

Shit

“Y/n” Nathan catches her eye, removing the stuffed ears from her head.

The girl stares at him, keeping a guilty look on her face. The older man moves closer to the girl's drawn body, who insists on looking away and denying it to herself, as if everything in her head was a joke.

“I hate the fact that I see you with other people… well… women.” She admits. “I know I don't have the right, and you don't have the right to ask me who I talk to or don't talk to, but I can't stop looking at you when you're talking to a girl who isn't me. I didn't care before, but now I do.”

Nate smiles to himself, using one of his arms to support his body as he stretches out against the wall in an attempt to bring his face closer to Y/n's. The warmth of their breaths passes through each other. The warmth of their breaths merges, and their eyes meet in a discovery of feelings translated into the language they wanted so much to be verbal.

“So you accepted that guy's drink for what reason then, bunny girl?” The brunette asks, even though he already knows the answer.

Y/n didn't even know how to answer, because all her actions seemed to be on autopilot. She nodded, biting her lower lip and looking once again at Drake's face, which seemed to be getting closer and closer to her. She didn't need to say anything else, just feel what she needed. To feel wanted and loved, but not by just anyone, by him. Her lips grazed each other, playing with her heartbeat rather than allowing her desires to come true without a base. His eyes closed slowly, finally feeling the butterflies go away, leaving only the need for physical touch. Their tongues danced in sync to a sensual rhythm, while their hands embraced every part of each other's bodies.

Nate lightly squeezed Y/n's waist, trying to bring her closer to his warm body, feeling her breasts against his chest. The man slid one of his free hands around the back of the girl's neck, deepening the kiss that was no longer an innocent action. Every part of their bodies begged for more, since it had been a fantasy for so long. He was yours, and you were his, and no one could take that away from her. The fact that it was selfish was almost unavoidable, as the individual desires of each of you collided with each other in search of more pleasure.

The brunette grunted against the girl's mouth, who smiled against his lips in silent approval.

“I've wanted to do that for a long time.” He admits against the younger girl's ear, before the girl cups the brunette's jaw with her icy hand, bringing his mouth against hers again.

“Then finish what you started.” She urged, oblivious to the people passing by

“Let's get our coats quick” the brunette said, gently pulling her by the arm to leave the corridor.

[youfoolishfool]

uncharted my beloved

[lnfours]

Can you write anything with Nathan Drake x Reader please please please 🥺🥺🥺

as u wish, nonnie <3 also i’m obsessed w this scene so enjoy

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you laid on your boyfriends chest, the sunset shining in through the blinds of the window in the hotel room. he had fallen asleep hours ago, but you didn’t complain about it. you two had been on the run looking for the treasure for days, probably weeks at this point, you couldn’t keep track. he deserved his rest, as did you, but you couldn’t sleep. you were restless, too worried about braddock and her men finding where the two of you were.

you let your fingers softly trace over his warm, tan skin as he breathed softly under you. how could someone be so perfect?

you felt him stir awake underneath your touch, your suspicions confirmed when you felt his lips press against the hair on the top of your head. you mentally cursed yourself.

“i didn’t mean to wake you,” you mumbled softly, “go back to sleep.”

he shook his head, “‘sall right, i was starting to wake up anyway.”

you nodded, craning your neck back to look at him. he smiled tiredly at you, leaning forward and kissing you softly yet sweetly. when you had met him, you never would’ve guessed he was the soft, hopeless romantic type. no one did, really. everyone just thought that it was the way he was with you.

after a few minutes of comfortable silence, he spoke up, “when we get back home, what do you think about getting married?”

his question didn’t throw you off guard. the two of you had always talked about getting married ever since you met him, but deciding the two of you would figure it out when the time came.

you had been thinking about it a lot over the past couple weeks while the two of you had been working on this mission. you thought about what life married to nate would be like, a lot like how it is now, just with his last name.

none of it scared you anymore. if anything, it excited you.

you smiled against his chest, “i think you’ll need a ring for that, drake.”

he smiled, “already got it all planned out,” you looked back at him sweetly, “with the gold, i’ll get you a nice ring, maybe we’ll even get lucky and get a nice house for us to start a family in one day. how’s that sound?”

you pressed a kiss to his chest, smiling contently as his hands played with your hair softly, “sounds heavenly, baby.”

[thmadethis]

20. Uncharted

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Greatness from small beginnings.

[vole-mon-amour]

"We were meant to find it together." "Such a romantic."

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