#nathan drake x sister!reader

[azurethevampire]

Would you write for victor Sullivan and Nathan Drake, maybe with the reader too who’s Nathan’s younger sister but also very close to sully. I thought for a prompt there could be a father daughter dance at school but obviously she has no one to go with but sully’s just like “obviously I’ll go with you’ instead because he’s like the father she (they) never had :,) (also I have not played the game only watched the movie but do with it what you will of course!)

Just as a heads up that I have no freaking idea how these types of dances work in reality 😂

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“I got an interesting email from your school today.” 

You and your brother had been working in silence for the past half an hour, Nathan making dinner preparations and you focused on your homework. Your brother’s words made you frown and lift your gaze up at him as your mind was quickly processing what he had said. What reason would your school possibly have for emailing your brother? You hadn’t skipped any classes or got into any other trouble as far as you knew. Something in Nathan’s tone told you the email couldn’t be about your grades either – which were just fine in your opinion. 

“Oh?” 

“Why didn’t you tell me there is this dance event coming up?” 

Your fingers, which had been playing with your pencil, halted. In fact your whole body froze for a moment, before you got a hold of yourself. 

Then you shrugged, and turned your attention back to your homework. You didn’t want to look at your brother. “Didn’t think of it as a big deal since I’m not going.” 

"What? What do you mean you're not going?" 

Shit. He wasn't about to drop this, was he? You all but slammed your school books closed. "If you don't know what those words together mean, maybe you shouldn't have dropped out of school." 

"Hey!" Nathan sputtered for a moment, giving you time to gather your books. You were about to leave the kitchen, planning to close yourself to the guest bedroom you and your brother shared at Sully's apartment. It'll be temporary, Nathan had said to both you and Sully a month ago when he had first suggested the idea to the older man. Honestly, you think the only reason Sully agreed was because you had become somewhat of a soft spot for him — which he will deny vehemently, if asked. At first Sully had said Nathan could stay where the fuck he wanted and you could stay with him as long as needed. You still weren't sure if he had been joking or not but you and your brother both had moved in with him a few days later.  

A hand around your arm stopped your escape plans. 

"But you love these kinds of things and the dancing", Nathan said, his tone indicating that he had switched to his puzzle solving state of mind. You wished he wouldn't do that. Sometimes – you could admit as much as that – it was useful your big brother could fit strange pieces together and form the truth from seemingly unrelated scatters of information. But when Nathan tried to solve you? His little sister who was on the threshold of adulthood and preferred some things out of her brother's let alone guardian's knowledge? Times like these made you wish Nathan could stop hunting the truth for once. "Why wouldn't you go?" 

Suddenly fed up with this conversation, you yanked your arm away from your brother. "Because it's a stupid father-daughter dance!" 

Nathan blinked. "So? I have gone to one of those with you before, I can come again." 

You stared at your brother. How could he be so dense?! 

"You're not my dad, Nate." 

Nathan flinched at that. "I'm not… I didn't–" 

"You're my big brother and I— I don't want to be that kid again who goes to a father-daughter dance with their brother." 

Nathan didn't say anything for a while, he just looked at you, studied your resolved expression. He lifted his hands up, palms towards you. "I get it. Your decision." 

Your shoulders slumped and you let out a relieved sigh as discreetly as possible. You had been afraid there would be more of a fight, because Nathan had this stupid idea that you shouldn't miss a single thing related to school life and memories you could make during your school years. You were glad you were wrong this time and Nathan gave up. 

"Do you wanna go?" 

"What?" You turned on your heels to face Sully —when had he come in? 

"Jeez, kid, don't make me repeat myself", he grumbled, perfectly aware you had heard his question the first time. 

"I– yeah. But I won't go with Nate so that's it." 

Sully's expression changed into something thoughtful. Then he shook his head, went to his liquor shelf he had in the living room, took a bottle and started pouring a glass. 

You glanced at your brother, eyebrows raised in question. Nathan shrugged but frowned and kept glancing at Sully while stirring the stew he was cooking. 

"I can't believe I'm doing this", Sully's quiet words snapped your attention back to the man. You didn't think he had intended those words to be heard by you.

"I will go with you." 

Your mind took a moment to process those words. Surely you had heard wrong. There was no way Sully of all people had said he would go with you to a school dance. 

"Oh stop looking at me like that before I changed my mind. You don't want to go with your brother, so how about an uncle?"

"Are you dead-serious?" 

Sully grimaced at your choice of words, him not liking the expression. "I am, but I'm starting to regret ever offering so in about ten seco—"

"Yes!" You hurried to say. "An uncle would be fine. Thank you, Sully." 

"Thank me after I have gotten through the night in one piece", the man told you and you laughed. In your chest, you felt warmth spreading. Even if Sully insisted on the uncle thing, for the first time since you could remember, you felt like you had a father in your life.

[lnfours]

bestie!! The Chloe x Nate deleted scene!! How about instead of Chloe is the reader and the sexual tension is too much that she just decides to take the initiative and just some steamy makeout session 👀

ANON??????!!?!?!?? YOURE TRYING TO KILL MEEEEE

the deleted scene that makes me lose my mind

talk to me about nathan drake

when you had gotten a call from sully a few weeks ago saying him and his new partner had found the other key, you were anxious to get a hold of it. you and sully never trusted each other, mostly because he was a liar and you were the type to fly solo.

however, the kid he had recruited to help him with this job was someone you couldn't help but gravitate towards. he seemed like the caring, trustworthy kind, but you weren't ready to test that out just yet.

he had found another bottle of the vintage red wine down in the cellar, the two of you opting on splitting it as you stood out on the balcony.

a little bit of small talk never hurt anyone, right?

"what made you decide you wanted to do this for a living?" he asked, and you shrugged, holding the bottle in your hand.

"i've always been an adventurous kid," you chuckled, handing the bottle off to him,"so i just kind of said 'why not'?"

he nodded, understanding where you were coming from.

"what about you? parents weren't around?" you asked and he shook his head no.

"no, just me and my brother sam, and sister b who was quite literally the scariest nun i've ever met."

you laughed,"sister b?"

he sighed, smiling,"it's a long story, but my brother and i grew up in a catholic orphanage. one day, sam and i decided to be stupid and get caught by museum security. since it was sam's 3rd strike with the law, they were gonna lock him up, but he ended up running off, leaving me behind with a lighter, a note, and-"

"let me guess," you said, fingers moving towards the ring that sat around his neck,"and this necklace."

he nodded, taking a sip from the wine bottle,"pretty much."

you read the carved words in the metal, smiling as you read the latin words.

"greatness from small beginnings, right?" your eyes looked up at his as he leaned in closer to you, his arms pinning your side to the cement edging of the balcony.

"yeah." he smiled, eyes flickering down to your lips as you tucked the ring back underneath his shirt. you looked back up at him, meeting his gaze with your own eyes.

"what? do i have something on my face?" you asked, chuckling, trying to wipe your cheeks.

he shook his head, feeling nothing but complete awe from you.

"no," he chuckled, putting the bottle between his lips,"just thinking about something."

"what is 'something'?" you asked.

"how do i know you're not going to play me?" he asked, a small smirk still plastered on his face. you smiled.

"oh, you don't," you smiled,"i think that's what keeps it fun."

you grabbed the bottle from his hand and took a sip, needing more of the alcohol to stop your nervous jitters from coming up.

he leaned down, his face closer to yours now. you could smell the wine faintly on his breath and the smell of his cologne. he smiled down at you.

"i know a couple more ways we can keep it fun." he said, his lips so close to yours.

you hummed,"which is?"

"i mean i've got about 3 different ways in my head, but, whatever you want."

you laughed, shoving his shoulder lightly as he laughed with you. the wind was blowing slightly, and he moved some pieces of hair our of your face for you. you smiled, tucking some hair behind your ear.

"i think you're amazing," he confessed and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as he held one of them in his palm,"you're smart, you can handle your own, you're crazy good at figuring stuff out, and most of all, you're fucking stunning."

his compliments made you blush and you smiled.

"well, i could say the same to you."

he pulled you closer to him so you were chest to chest,"i wanna kiss you so bad right now."

fuck it.

you leaned up and wrapped your arms around his neck before meeting his lips with yours. you smiled against his lips as he placed a hand on your cheek.

"i've been waiting all night to do that." he said before kissing you again, turning the kiss more passionate. he placed the bottle of wine down on the outside table, still kissing you, before walking the two of you into the bedroom attached to the balcony.

he sat down on the edge of the bed, you following him as you straddled his hips, one leg on either side. he smiled up at you, your hands running through his hair.

he did not want to leave barcelona.

[kiwixlime]

The Sirens Are Singing

G is for Girls

Sam Drake wants you. Will you finally end his suffering? 

Pairing: Samuel Drake x Female Reader Warnings: I don't know what this is lmfao. Very needy and desperate Sam. Some smut because he is very needy and desperate. And who can resist him, honestly?

Sam Drake loves girls. Sam Drake knows how to seduce girls. He's been referred to as a playboy before, and he accepts that title with pride. So when you showed up to Nathan’s birthday party two months ago sporting cherry red lips and big, fuck me, doe eyes, Sam knew he wanted you. He needed you. 

And, well, he thought it would be easy. He thought you would be easy. You had that same kind of look all his conquests had - ditzy and mystified like you’d faint the moment any man paid attention to you. An easy catch. But when he approached you with his signature smirk and introduced himself as Nathan’s handsome older brother, he was not prepared for you to laugh and walk away. 

That moment knocked his ego down a few pegs, and he spent more time than he’d like to admit wondering what he did wrong. Maybe he was having a bad hair day? Or maybe he looked tired. There was always the possibility that you weren’t into guys at all. But then he saw you flirting with one of Nathan’s friends, and he knew that wasn’t the case. 

Ever since then, Sam Drake has been after you. He’s not weird about it, though he is persistent. You’re always with his sister-in-law, so he uses that to his advantage, following you around like a puppy when you’re both at their beach house or sneaking your number from Elena’s phone when she’s not looking. You don’t mind the attention. It’s kind of funny for you to see Sam so hopeless. You've never held this sort of power over a man before. 

Before you met him, Elena warned you about the kind of guy he was. And she specifically said that you were just his type. "Pretty girls," she stated. "Pretty girls with innocent faces." She told you Sam would try to hit on you, and that he’s very persuasive so she wouldn't blame you if you fell victim to his charms. But you assured her you could resist his flirtation. 

It was hard. Sam is an attractive older guy with that rugged and tough look that tells you he’s had a rough past. His eyes are bright, but hold something dark and mysterious. He hides behind resilient layers you crave to peel back. And the way he carries himself, his confidence, and his personality makes him even sexier. 

So yes, it was hard. But you held your own, and you turned him down. The first girl to ever do so. 

Perhaps that’s why he likes you so much. Not only are you breathtaking, but you are tenacious. You are a challenge. And fuck, Sam Drake loves a challenge. 

It’s a warm Saturday afternoon when you see Sam again. Elena had called you early this morning to ask if you wanted to join her and Nate for a beach day. Being the water baby you are, you can't deny a day with the ocean. Even if it means some unwanted (who are you kidding?) attention. 

You know the risk of seeing Sam is high. So when you get ready, you make sure to put on your most scandalous swimsuit - a rose gold two-piece with beading and sequins on the top and skimpy coverage on the bottom. Admittedly, it’s not the most comfortable swimwear, but it will have the desired effect on Sam. Torture over comfort, you say. You want to see that man squirm. 

When you arrive, Nate and Elena are already spread out on the sand, relaxing on their towels, books perched in front of them. You laugh a little at how in sync they are. It’s cute. 

Elena spots you first, closing her book and waving you over. She holds her hand above her face, blocking out some sun as you approach. Her eyes notice your swimsuit beneath your sheer cover-up, and she shakes her head. 

“You’re terrible,” she smiles, patting the empty space next to her. “You’re going to kill that poor man.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you chirp, reaching into your beach bag and unfolding your towel. You drape it across the burning sand and slip off your cover-up, tucking it away. You sit down next to Elena and apply your sunscreen as she puts her book away. “Where is he, anyway?” You ask. 

“Your boyfriend is looking for seashells,” she smirks, nodding towards the shore. You can barely make out Sam’s figure, but sure enough, he’s walking along the beach, reaching down every few seconds to uncover shells. “He’s a child.” 

You hum to yourself, ignoring her boyfriend comment, and pull down your sunglasses. Hiding behind the shades, you shamelessly watch Sam as he coasts along the sands. His shirtless chest gleams under the sunlight, and it’s not a horrible view. He looks good, damp from the ocean with glowing skin, already tanned. Hm, you have to get yourself together. He’s supposed to be the one lusting after you. 

So you close your eyes and lay back, getting comfortable under the warm sunshine. Once you’re nice and toasty, you’ll head out into the water. But for now, you’re happy to be unwinding with your friends, listening to the waves break. 

You doze off for a little bit, only waking up when you feel drops pelting your stomach. You blink yourself awake and look up to see Sam standing over you, his hair dripping with saltwater. Pouting, you push your glasses to the top of your head and glare at him. “Do you mind?” You snap.

“Me?” He scoffs, shaking his wet locks out like a dog. You whine and hold your hands out, shielding yourself from the spray. “You’re the one wearing a string as a bathing suit. Do you want me dead? Honestly, I’m askin’.” His accent comes out a little thick as he rambles, his eyes very obviously drinking in every inch of you. 

“It’s not string,” you defend, sitting upright. Sam's teeth sink into his lip as you stretch out your tight muscles, tilting your head back to expose your neck, pushing out your chest, glimmering with sweat. “It’s cute,” you say. 

“It’s insulting,” he counters, licking his lips. You swear you can hear him whimper, and for a second, the tiniest second, you feel bad for him. But then it fades away, and you feel accomplished. “I think you should take it off,” he adds. 

“Huh, really?” You ask, toying with the tie on your top. “You don’t get off on tanlines?” You frown at him, batting your eyelashes for effect. This time, you know you hear him grunt, and he awkwardly shifts where he stands. 

He clears his throat and lets out a deep sigh, forcefully tearing his eyes away from you. “I have to be alone,” he says suddenly, quickly leaving you behind in favor of the ocean. You smile as he trips in the sand like a klutz and glance around, looking for Nate and Elena. You can’t see them, but you assume they’re probably on a walk, something they usually do. So instead of continuing to sit alone, you get up and follow Sam to the water. 

It’s a private beach, with access available to only the residents of the island, and there aren’t that many houses. So it’s not busy. The closest group to yours is still pretty far away, giving you the privacy and the peace you need. 

You stand at the coast, squishing your toes in the sand as you watch Sam head deeper into the water. Okay, so you feel a little bad for teasing him. But he’s such a cocky bastard. He needs to be put in line every once in a while. It’s good for him. 

“Sam!” You yell out, giggling when he brushes you off with his hand, kindly giving you the finger. “Hey, don’t be like that!” You laugh and tread in after him. 

The water is cool against your sun-kissed skin, blue and brilliant and sparkling under the sun's rays. It’s gorgeous, and it feels like heaven. As you make your way in further, the sea covers more of you, sending you into a tranquil state. For a moment, you just let the crystal waters encompass you. You always feel your best in the ocean. Maybe you were a mermaid in a past life. Or a siren, if Sam has anything to say about it. 

“What are you doing?” You hear Sam ask, his voice sounding much closer than you anticipated. When you open your eyes, you squeak, surprised to see him wading in front of you. His head is cocked to the side in wonder, curious as to why you’re letting the ocean take you. 

“Letting the seas claim me,” you say, dipping your head back into the water and swaying. 

“You’re so fucking weird,” he claims, reaching out to grab your arms. He pulls you up, inwardly sighing when your wet hair falls into your face. “And so fucking hot,” he groans and pushes you away from him so he can sink himself under the water. 

“Well, don’t drown yourself over it,” you mumble and feel beneath the surface to pull him up. “You’re so dramatic, Sam Drake,” you say and place your hands on his shoulders. He shudders at your contact and attempts to drag himself away, pouting like a child. 

“And you’re a tease,” he confirms what you already know. “Why do you do this to me?” He asks, unable to keep his hands to himself. His fingers brush over your hips, and you don’t stop him from grabbing you and pulling you close. “You have no idea what you do to me. You have no idea how you make me feel.” 

You raise your eyebrows and bite your lip, circling your arms around his neck. You’re being cruel; you know you are. But it’s just for show. You’re not going to tease him this much and not give him something. “Tell me?” You ask, voice dripping with innocence. 

He shakes his head and releases his grip on you. He tries to push you away, but you refuse to let him, wrapping your legs around his waist. This makes him shiver, and you can feel the way his entire body tenses under your touch. He gawks up at you, agony swimming behind his eyes. 

“How do I make you feel, Sam?” You whisper, bringing your face closer to his. You’re so close you can feel his warm breath hit your lips. You can hear how his breathing becomes rigid. Poor boy. 

“You set me on fire,” he whispers, tilting his head up, eagerly trying to press his lips to yours, but you pull away just as he brushes your skin. His jaw tightens, and he grits his teeth as you smirk at him. “Kitten, just put me out of my misery,” he laments. 

“Your misery?” You question, tugging him closer. Your chest is pressed against his, and you can tell that he’s close to falling apart. He drops his eyes down to your tits and instinctively embraces you closer. If only you knew how many times he’s fantasized about cumming on them. You’d be disgusted, that’s for sure. “Why are you miserable?”

“You’re kidding, right?” He asks, drawing his gaze away from your gorgeous chest and back up to your gorgeous face. “Do you know many times a day I think about fucking you? Do you even know that every time I get myself off it’s to the image of you bouncing on my cock? Do you know that my favorite flavor is you, even though I have no fucking idea what you taste like? Of course, I’m miserable. I’m obsessed with you and I’ll never have you.” His face turns to one of frustration, and you can feel the annoyance brimming off him. No, you did not know those things. But he doesn’t know that his little confession sent shockwaves through your entire body. 

“You can have me,” you say just above a whisper. His body softens and he looks back at you, searching your eyes for the joke. But he finds nothing but sincerity. You mean it. Why do you suddenly mean it? “I mean, I’ve always wanted you. But you had the reputation of an asshole. I wasn’t going to be some quick fuck for you. I wasn’t going to let you get me into bed that easily. I’m still not…” You trail off. 

“You’re not,” he says quickly. “Maybe at first that’s all I wanted. But, I don’t know,” he sighs. “There’s something about you. Yeah, I wanna fuck you. Like, I really want to rail you in every position possible,” he admits and you roll your eyes. “But I also like talking to you. And I want to hear about your day. I want to talk about your feelings. I want to know your thoughts, your hobbies. And I want to tell you about myself.” 

He sounds genuine. But you know Sam. He’s a tricky fucker. “How do I know you’re not just saying this so I finally let you fuck me?” You ask. “How do I know you’re not putting on a show?” 

“Because,” he says, looking flustered. “Because you know where I live. And there is no doubt in my mind that you’d come to my home and attempt to cut my balls off.” 

“Aww,” you coo. “You are smart.” 

“Shut up,” he laughs, jabbing you in the side with his thumb. “And because… Well, I’ve been chasing you for months. And it’s kind of made me fall for you.” 

“Hmm,” you nod, swiping your tongue across your lips in thought. Your eyes meet his and you honestly can’t tell if he’s lying or not. But he looks serious. And that’s a rare state for him. “I will cut your balls off,” you confirm. “There will be no attempt. It will happen,” you tell him. 

“I know,” he says with a timid smile. “But you have nothing to worry about.” 

“You’re just horny,” you sigh, but tighten your hold around him. 

“I’m always horny,” he mumbles, bravely sliding his hands down your back, grabbing your ass. “But it’s only because you’re always on my mind.” He squeezes your cheeks and pulls you up higher. 

“Smooth,” you say and finally close the gap between you two. You capture Sam’s lips in yours, kissing him hungrily like you’ve wanted to since the day you met him. It’s passionate, bruising, but he kisses you back with just as much vigor, pouring his desperation into it. 

His feral tongue licks at your lips carelessly, eager to taste you. You barely have time to part your lips before Sam slips his tongue into your mouth. Your hands reach up to cup his face, kissing him deeper, moaning against him as his tongue traces the roof of your mouth, dipping into every crevice, rolling against your tongue, committing your flavor to memory. 

His hands on your ass squeeze harder, and you roll your hips into him, breaking away from his mouth to trail your lips down across the stubble of his chin to his neck. He holds you tight as you brand him, biting his throat, sucking a purple bruise to the surface of his skin. He groans deep in your ear and you smile, trailing your tongue over your mark. 

“Look at that,” you hum, kissing him again. “Guess you’ll have to explain that one to your brother.” 

“Please don’t talk about my brother when I’m dying to be inside of you,” he mumbles, letting his hands fall from your bottom. He feels you giggle against him, and fuck, it’s such an adorable sound. It turns him on even more. And when you trickle your fingers down his chest, he gasps. “You really gonna let me fuck you in the ocean?” He asks with a grin. 

You shrug and brush your fingertips over the hard bulge in his swim shorts. “We’re alone,” you say. “And sure, there are risks, but…” You cut yourself off as you grope Sam through his swim trunks. He moans and rests his head against your shoulder, rutting into your hand as you massage him. “I can’t wait anymore. Unless you wanna wait?” You question him. 

“Fuck no,” he moans, pushing himself into your talented hand. 

“Good,” you kiss your way down his neck and slide your hand into his trunks. You wrap your fingers around his achingly hard dick and smile into his skin. You’re finally touching him and he’s so big and thick in your hand, just like you imagined. And okay, maybe sex in the ocean isn’t the most pleasant, but the desire burning deep within both of you kind of overrules anything else. The only thought in both of your minds is each other. You could fuck him here, in his car, in the shower when you get home. You don’t care. You just want him inside of you. 

“Fuck, I wish I could lick your pussy,” Sam breathes in your ear as you squeeze him in your hand. “Wanna taste you so bad, kitten. I want you to ride my face, suffocate me with your thighs.” 

“Christ, Sam,” you mewl, jerking him faster. He laughs, deep in his throat, and moves his fingers to undo the ties of your bikini bottoms. He’s fast, practically ripping the fabric off of you and tossing it in the water. “Hey, don’t lose those,” you warn, ready to argue until you feel him slip two fingers inside of you. “Oh, wow, okay,” you whimper, digging your nails into his shoulder. 

“Hm,” he muses teasingly. “Guess I know how to shut you up,” he says, pumping his skillful fingers in and out of you. You glower at him, but he smirks, fingering you faster. “Can’t wait to get you in a bed,” he sighs. “Actually, I will literally fuck you anywhere. On every surface.” 

“We’re going to have a busy weekend,” you rasp, grinding against Sam’s slender fingers. “More,” you plead, groaning when he listens to you and fills you out with a third finger. Your movements are getting sloppy and he can tell, taking over to thrust into your hand. “Oh, god, Sam, fuck me now.” 

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear,” he purrs, pulling his fingers from your wet cunt. He holds them up to your lips and you lap at the digits, sucking them into your mouth and tasting yourself. He watches you in awe, his dick begging to fuck you. You’re so fucking sexy, he can’t stand it. “You’re fucking filthy,” he says as he pulls his hand from your mouth. “Are you gonna let me have my way with you later?” 

“Yes, sir,” you say, jaw dropping when you feel Sam’s cock teasing your entrance. “You can fuck me however you want,” you entertain him. “Just please get inside me now.” 

“Like you even need to ask,” he mumbles, guiding his dick past your folds and sliding into you. He moans loudly and your eyes widen, looking at your surroundings. You’re still alone, but that was a bit risky. Your hands hold onto his shoulders and give him a warning squeeze. He ignores it, too blissed out to care. He’s finally fucking you. Nothing can ruin this moment. “Holy shit, kitten, you feel amazing.” 

“Yeah?” You tease, grinding down on him, sending his cock deeper inside of you. He feels amazing, stretching you out with his thickness, hitting that overly sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you. Right now, you don’t know what’s hotter. Sam Drake fucking you in the middle of the ocean or Sam Drake moaning your name over and over again your ear. Truthfully, his sounds alone are enough to get you off. His facial expressions are pretty fucking nice, too. 

“Fuck, kitten, I’ve wanted you forever,” Sam admits through a shaky moan. But you already knew that. It doesn’t hurt to hear it, though. “Pussy feels so good, I’m not gonna last long,” he confesses and it’s kind of sweet how worked up he is. 

“That’s okay, we can spend all day building up your stamina,” you murmur, rocking yourself against him. “And tomorrow,” you clench your walls around his cock, making him nod furiously and buck up into you. “And the next day…” You’ve built up a steady rhythm, rolling your hips, taking his cock hard and fast. “Oh, god,” you moan, leaning in to kiss him. 

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he says, and behind his words you can hear the distress in his voice. He needs you to praise him. He needs you to tell him you want him just as much as he wants you. He needs to know you don’t regret this. 

“I want you to fuck me, Sam,” you purr, biting his ear. You press your chest against him and he holds onto your back, keeping you close. “You were made to be inside me. Fit me so well. Fuck, you feel so good. I love your cock.” 

He grunts as he thrusts up into you, increasing his speed. The water splashes around you and Sam’s breathing is getting heavier. You know he’s close when he slides a hand between your soaking wet bodies to reach your clit. You moan when he touches you because it feels good and because you want to make him feel proud. You want to show him that he’s an incredible fuck; something he already knows, but needs to hear from you, specifically. 

“I’m close, baby,” he whines, pounding into you harder. “I want to finish inside of you,” he says and looks at you for your answer. You nod and kiss him hard, slipping your tongue out to meet his. 

“Look at me when you cum,” you say, tangling your fingers in his hair. Sam’s eyes meet yours, locking in place as his movements falter. You squeeze your legs around him as he stalls inside you, filling you up with his hot cum. You lick your lips and continue to grind on him, milking everything he has. “Good boy,” you mewl, kissing him softly. 

He smiles and speeds up his fingers, using your quiet whimpers as momentum. This is a moment he’s been imagining for a long time. Sam’s wanted to make you cum since he met you. Granted, he was hoping it would be in different circumstances, like you spread out on his mattress. But this is good, too. He rolls his thumb over your clit and you come undone, holding onto his shoulders tightly as you cum on his fingers. 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” he says, working you through your orgasm. “So fucking pretty.” 

“Sam,” you pant as you come down from your high. He lets go of you, swimming off to find your bottoms that have floated away from you. He comes back and you snort, taking them from him. “Take me home,” you insist. 

“Already?” He frowns. 

“Yeah,” you nod as you attempt to put your swim bottoms back on. It proves to be difficult but with Sam’s help, you manage. “Take me to your home. Fuck me again.” 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he mutters. “I thought you’d never ask.” 

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☆What I write☆~

I write character x character, character x oc and character x reader.

♡Romantic♡, ◇Platonic◇, whatever.

Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Yandere, Poly Relationships, Character Reactions, Character Diary Entries, Light Nsfw, My Oc's, Female, Gender Neutral And Male Readers/Characters/Oc's

♡Gay♡ and ☆Not Gay☆

Headcanons, fics, one-shots, maybe Au's....

Fandoms I write for. (It's all games. I'm not sorry.)

Until Dawn~

Josh Washington

Chris Hartley

Ashley Brown

Sam Giddings

Mike Munroe

Jess Riley

Emily Davis

Matt Taylor

Beth Washington

Hannah Washington

The Quarry~

Jacob Custos

Emma Mountebank

Nick Furcillo

Abigail Blyg

Max Brinly

Laura Kearney

Kaitlyn Ka

Dylan Lenivy

Ryan Erzhalher

Travis Hackett

Chris Hackett

Bobby Hackett

Life is Strange~

Season 1~

Max Caulfield

Chloe Price

Warren Graham

Nathan Prescott

Victoria Chase

Kate Marsh

Mark Jefferson

Before The Storm~

Chloe Price

Rachel Amber

Steph Gingrich

Nathan Prescott

Samantha Myers

Season 2~

Sean Diaz

Daniel Diaz

Cassidy

Finn

True colours~

Alex Chen

Steph Gingrich

Ryan Lucan

Gabe Chen

Charlotte Harmon

Jason Pike

Five Nights at Freddy's~

FNaF 1 ~

Bonnie

Freddy

Chica

Foxy

Golden Freddy

FNaF 2~

Toy Bonnie

Toy Freddy

Toy Chica

Marionette

Mangle

Withered Bonnie

Withered Freddy

Withered Chica

Withered Foxy

FNaF 3~

Springtrap

FNaF Sister Location~

Circus Baby

Ballora

Funtime Freddy/Bon Bon

Funtime Foxy

Ennerd

Lolbit

FNaF Pizzeria Simulator~

Lefty

FNaF Security Breach~

Gregory

Glamrock Freddy

Montgomery Gator

Glamrock Chica

Roxanne Wolf

Sundrop

Moondrop

Vanny

Vannessa

Misc.~

William Afton

Michael Afton

Henry Emily

Note~ Unless specifically requested otherwise all animatronics will not have the children's souls inside them, if you want the soul inside the animatronic it will automatically be platonic (Springtrap is the exception)♡

Bioshock~

Bioshock 1~

Jack Wynand

Atlas

Frank Fontaine

Bridget Tenenbaum

The Little Sisters

The Big Daddies

Bioshock 2~

Subject Delta

Augustus Sinclair

Eleanor Lamb

Sophia Lamb

Grace Holloway

Stanley Poole

Gil Alexander

Mark Meltzer

The Big Sisters

Bioshock Infinite~

Elizabeth Comstalk

Booker DeWitt

Songbird

The Walking Dead: Telltale~

Season 1~

Lee Everett

Clementine

Kenny

Lily

Carley

Doug

Mark

Ben Paul

Christa

Omid

Season 2~

Clementine

Luke

Nick

Sarah

Kenny

Season 3~

Javi Garcia

Kate Garcia

Gabe Garcia

Clementine

Tripp

Jesus

Season 4~

Clementine

Violet

Louis

Mitch

AJ

Tenn

James

Lily

Minerva

Detroit: Become Human~

Connor

Hank

Kara

Alice

Luther

Ralph

Marcus

North

Simon

Josh

The Last Of Us~

Part 1~

Ellie

Joel

Tommy

Henry

Sam

Marlene

Riley

Part 2~

Ellie

Joel

Dina

Jesse

Tommy

Abby

Owen

Lev

Yara

Uncharted~

Drake's Fortune~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Among Thieves~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Chloe Frazer

Harry Flynn

Drake's Deception~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Chloe Frazer

Talbot

A Thieves End~

Nathan Drake

Elena Fisher

Sam Drake

Rafe Adler

Nadine Ross

Death Stranding~

Sam Porter Bridges

Higgs Monaghan

Fragile

Amelie Strand

Dr Heartman

Mama

Lockne

Deadman

Die-Hardman

Clifford Unger

Doki Doki Literature Club~

Monika

Sayori

Yuri

Natsuki

Obey Me!~

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Luke

Simeon

Solomon

Thirteen

☆Overall Note☆~ All Under 18 Characters Will Be Platonic, Unless Shipped With A Character/Oc Of The Same Age.♡

♡Protect the Children♡

◇What I won't write◇~

Heavy Nsfw

Non-Con/ Dub-Con

Pedophilia

Insest

Self Harm

Suicide

Big Age-Gap Relationships

Other people's oc's

Cheating (Except Comfort)

Send Requests, I'm Depressed💐

[writing-fanics]

could you do a nate x sully’s daughter reader where the reader and nate get married and then fast forward a bit and they have a kid?

omg yes! this takes place in the far future

(Y/n) smiled, as she looked out at the ocean. Closing her eyes, listening to the ocean waves. She couldn't believe that they were back here, at the resort, where their relationship started. But now they were here on their, Honeymoon.

Ten years from that day were, Nathan Drake and at the time (Y/n) Sullivan. Confessed their love for each other, and spent the night in each other's arms. They never forgot that night, also the reaction on Sully's face when he found out his daughter was now, dating, Nathan Drake.

Nathan's arms wrapped his arms around his waist, nuzzling his head into the crook of her neck. "Watch ya thinkin about, darling?" He asked, as he plants a kiss on her neck.

"Just about our next adventure." She says, smiling. Placing her hands over his, "What'd you mean?" He asked, looking at her. She shook her head and chuckled, as she grabbed one of his hands, and placed it over her stomach.

"Wait, your?'" He says, looking at her, "Yep, I'm pregnant." She confesses, grinning ear to ear. He gasps in shock, planting kisses on her neck frantically. "I'm gonna be a dad!" He exclaimed, excitedly as he spun her around.

"Slow down, Nate you're gonna hurt the baby." She said, and he carefully placed her down on the ground. He then pulled her into a kiss, as fireworks lit up the sky.

Cassie looked at the photo of her parents, in shocked. "No way!" She exclaimed, as the photo was a picture of her parents, both of them holding guns and standing next to a treasure.

"It must be photoshopped, they aren't cool enough!" Sofia exclaimed, looking over at her twin sister.

'Where on earth are those two?'

Sofia and Cassie heard the voice, and quickly closed the cabinet but forgot the photo. Nathan and (Y/n) enter the beach house, and walk towards their daughters. "What're you two doing in here?" (Y/n) asked, looking at her daughter's who look at each other, not saying a word.

"We were looking for you two." Sofia replies, and Nathan looks at Cassie, "Well, we got the boat loaded up lets go." Nathan says, and the two twins shake their heads, "Okay, up just give us a second. We'll catch up." Cassie replies.

"Why?" (Y/n) asked, raising her left eyebrow. "Um, I-It's.." Cassie stammered, and Sofia sighed, "Don't be mad." Sofia says, then shows them the photograph, and Nathan and (Y/n) both look at each other and sigh, "I knew this day was coming." (Y/n) mumbled, under her breath as she looked at her children.

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Hey, everyone! I'm going to give @flufftober a shot this year. I've got the prompts all planned out below, but I might alter things around or change my mind as the month goes on. There's a lot of new ships I've never written before but I'm excited to try- especially with an autumn theme! My goal is to write between 300 and 1k words for each prompt. Hopefully I'll be updating this post often. Wish me luck! ❤

Week One

1. Wearing Each Other’s Clothes - Eddie Brock x Reader x Venom

2. “You’ve told your parents?” - Diana Prince/Wonder Woman (DCU) x Reader 

3. Thick as Thieves - Nathan Drake (Uncharted 2022) x Thief!Reader

4. Supporting Silly Quirks/Hobbies [Alt 2] Caught in the Rain - TASM!Peter Parker x Reader

5. “Oh no, you’re a Morning Person!” - Robert "Bob" Floyd x Reader

6. Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights - Nadja of Antipaxos x Reader x Laszlo Cravensworth

7. Movie Marathon - Natasha Romanov/Black Widow x Reader

8. Shooting Stars - Thorin Oakenshield x Human!Reader AU

Week 2

9. Game Day (Sports) - Poly!SuicideSquad x Reader

10. Love Language - Bruce Wayne (Batman 2022) x Reader

11. Poetry, Art, Music, Craft - Rick Flag x Artist!Reader AU

12. “You kept this?” - Edward Teach (ofmd) x Reader 

13. Secret Family Recipe - Peter Parker (MCU) x Ned’s Sister!Reader

14. Truth or Dare/20 Questions - Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Vigilante!Reader

15. Accidents don't just happen accidentally - Joan Watson x Reader x Sherlock Holmes

16. “I hate you” – “I love you too” - Emilia Harcourt x Argus Agent!Reader

Week Three

17. Animal Shelter - Stephen Holder x Reader 

18. Soulmate AU - Eddie Munson x Reader

19. Hot Chocolate - Bilbo Baggins x Human!Reader

20. Bedtime Stories [Alt 5] Winning a Teddy for the Other - Steve Harrington x Reader

21. Kiss for Good Luck - Daenerys Targaryen x Reader

22. “Have you heard?” - Robert Dubois x Reader

23. POV Outsider - Digger Harkness x Reader from Rick Flag’s POV

24. All the Hugs - Harley Quinn x Squadmember!Reader

Week Four

25. First Dance - Kili (Hobbit) x Reader

26. Blankets - Takeshi Kovacs Prime x Reader

27. Reunion - Yelena Belova x Reader

28. Picnic - Guillermo de la Cruz x Witchhunter!Reader

29. Leaves [Alt 1] Slow dance - Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

30. Dear Diary - Chris Smith/Peacemaker x Reader 

31. A Sweet Treat - Rick Flag x Argus Agent!Reader

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Friends Don’t Do This - Part 1            Nathan Drake Fanfiction

Fandom: Uncharted 

Word Count: 4,404

Characters: Nathan Drake x Reader (F)

Summary: You and Nathan have been best friends since you’ve been twelve when meeting at Saint Francis Home. You are both now in your mid 20′s and have to go on a mission with Sam, Sully and Elena. What happens when tensions rise and jealousy is stirred?

Warnings: Fluff, a little bit of angst (more to come), swearing, a few sexual innuendos, kissing, jealousy, teasing, fake relationship, use of weapons and Sam being a lovable idiot.

This is our first story that we are posting here. Hope you guys enjoy! 

“Promise me you won't leave me.” A 12-year-old Y/N pleads.

“I promise.” A 13-year-old Nathan reassures.

“Do you mean it?” Y/N asks.

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“I mean it. We will escape Saint Francis Home together.” Nathan promises.

“We shouldn't be far.” Sully announces.

You hear, snapping out of your daydream. It had been 12 years since that day. The day you two promised to always stay by each other’s side.

“Hey, you okay?” Nathan asks you.

“Yeah, I'm fine just thinking.” You respond.

“Anything worth sharing?” Nathan curious.

“No, just gone away with my thoughts.” You answer not wanting to relive the memory.

“You are okay back there love birds?” Sam jokes.

“Shut up Sam you do this every time.” Nathan sighs.

“Yeah, you got to stop with that shit Sam.” You agree.

“Kissing Y/N would be like kissing my sister.” Nathan grimaces.

“Well, you don't have a sister you have a brother, so it's like kissing your brother?” Sam retaliates as Nathan groans “God can you just drop it? That was one time.”

You and Sully burst out laughing but you then remember Nathan’s words and hide behind a fake smile. Sully looks into the rear-view mirror and notices your slight change. Sam does the same they both look at each other and slightly shake their heads.

Nathan is completely oblivious to their looks and even more oblivious to your changing demeanour.

You look back out the window and start drifting back into your thoughts, this time the memory of Nathan breaking that promise.

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“Okay we’ll meet on the roof at 10. Bring what you need. Sam will meet us by the front gate.” Nathan explains

“Are you sure this is going to work?” You start to worry.

“You have nothing to be afraid of. I'm here. We’ll get through this together.” Nathan holds your hands and looks deeply into your eyes reassuring you.

“I trust you.” You smile at Nathan.

“You ready to do this?” Nathan asks.

“Ready than ever.” You respond confidently.

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“We're here.” Sully says.

“About time.” Sam sasses.

“You're telling me kid.” Sully remarks back.

You once again get snapped out of your thoughts. They exit the car and take in their surroundings, the beautiful greenery blooming around you all.

“Oh, wow.” You say in awe.

“I know.” Nathan agrees as he lets out a breath.

“What a great view” he says looking at you.

Sam looks towards the two friends and notices Nathan’s lingering look at you. Sam nudges Sully and nods his head towards you both, not that you notice, and both share a knowing look.

You pull out a map opening it and checking your route. Nathan still looking at you, moves towards you and then guides his attention to the map you lay out on the car.

“Right Y/N, where we off to now?” Nathan put his arms around you as he leans on you.

“I'm glad you asked Nate. I have no fucking idea.” You look up at him and you both share a look. Both of you start to laugh as Sully and Sam chuckle at the two bantering.

“Am I crazy or are those two totally into each other?” Sam quietly asks Sully.

“Well, you are crazy kid but not about this. Those two have liked each other for a while but I don’t think it's liking anymore.” Sully validates.

“You think it's the big L Word oh wise one?” Sam says.

Sully quickly side eyes Sam not appreciating the sarcasm but responds, nevertheless. “Yes, I do but they're just too blind to see it.”

They look back out to Nathan and you who are continuing your playful conversation, “It’s gone beyond that.” Sully continues.

“Alright guys I think it's…” You start to look at every different route around them until you pick one, “…This one.” However, there's a sense of hesitation.

“You sure about that kid?” Sully asked her not quite sure himself.

“No but what's the worst that could happen?” You reply.

“How reassuring.” Sam comments.

“Wait Elena’s supposed to meet us here.” Nathan unveils.

You and Sam look at each other confused to the information of this new addition.

You take this moment to ask, “Elena?”

“Yeah, Elena. She’ll be helping us out.” Nathan answers.

“How did you guys meet?” Your curiosity gets the better of you.

“Well do you remember the mission I went on to find Shambhala?” Nathan reminds you.

“Yeah?” You reply eager to find out more.

“Well, she’s a journalist. She was covering the story of Lazarević. She almost got herself killed but I jumped in and saved her last minute, from then on, we’ve worked together.” Nathan clarifies.

“And when were you gonna tell me this?” You question raising an eyebrow.

“Why do you care?” he laughs. “You’re acting like a clingy girlfriend. Besides, I didn't think it was that important” Nathan continues.

You see Nathan joking about the situation, “I pity the girl who becomes your girlfriend Drake.”

“Hilarious.” Nathan punches your shoulder playfully.

Sam and Sully share another look as they hear a car in the distance. As it approaches, you start to see the woman who's been on Drake's mind. The car halts and a beautiful blonde woman walks out. Nathan turns around and spots the petite woman as he happily welcomes her, “Elena so good to see you. Glad you could make it.” Nathan says enthusiastically.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, cowboy.” She replies smiling.

Nathan strides towards Elena engulfing her in a big hug. You let out a sigh glaring daggers into Elena. Cowboy? Since when did she have a nickname for him?

You turn to look at Sam and Sully as if to ask did you know about this? They both shrugged as if replying no idea. You look back at them who are still holding their hug. Elena breaks from the hug noticing Sam, “Oh my God you must be Sam. I've heard so much about you.”

“Yes, if you were wondering, all the rumours are true.” Sam grins sending her a wink.

“Oh, and the infamous Sully. Great to see you in person now.” Elena greets.

“Well nice to put a face to the voice kid.” Sully answers.

She turns to look at you and walks up to you, “Oh you’re (wrong name), right?” Elena asks.

“It's Y/N actually.” You respond gritting your teeth.

“Oh, right sorry. Nate hasn't really said much about you.” Elena informs.

This makes you laugh a little spitefully, “Well at least he's talked about me, this is the first time I'm hearing about you.”

Elena tightens her smile, “Oh well I'm sure there's just too much to say.” Elena challenges.

You clench your fists, “I'm sure there is.”

Nate walks over to you both and puts his arms around you, “Glad to see that you’re both getting along. I knew you would.” If only he really knew the thoughts swimming through your minds.

“Yeah, she's a pleasure.” You comment, a dead silence remains between you three as you and Elena size each other up luckily Sully comes over and breaks the tension, “I think it's about time we get moving.”

Sam claps his hands, “Great idea old man.” Sully quickly cuts in, “Don't call me that.”

Sam ignores his request, “I vote we go that way.” He points in the same direction as you did which makes you laugh as you use this as an excuse to break away from the awkward hug.

“Hey that's what I said.” You walk up to Sam.

“Well great minds think alike huh.” He wraps his arms around your shoulders and pulls you in. Nathan notices this, his jaw clenching not comfortable with how close you two seem to be getting.

“Well, I say you guys follow us in that case.” Sam says still with his arm wrapped around you as everyone walks towards the direction. Sully recognises what Sam is pulling as he observes Nathan’s reaction. He chuckles to himself shaking his head, “You're a smart one Sam.” saying under his breath.

Sam pulls you in front, “I need a chat with you kiddo.” A laugh sounds from the back of the group as Sully looks over at you two amused. “Kiddo? Really? What are you trying to do replace me over there? I'm not on my death bed yet kid.”

“Well then you'll just have to watch your back old man.” Sam says trying to rustle his jimmies. Your group laughs at the pairs comedic banter.

Sam pulls you in once again, “Anyways before we were rudely interrupted.” Sam emphasises.

“Hey, I heard that kid.” Sully shouts back.

“Yeah, you were meant to.” Sam says back.

“I wanted to have a little heart to heart because you're my little sis well I mean I see you as my little sis but you're not actually my little-“ Sam gets cut off, “Okay Sam, where are you going with this?” You cut in.

Sam looks back to make sure no one hears as he notices Nathan and Elena deep in conversation. He turns back to you, “So what do you think of Nathan and Elena eh?”

“Pfft, what? Why are you asking me about that?” You stutter stumbling over your words. Sam raises his eyebrows staring at you as if he could read your mind.

“I – I don't have any comments.” You reply dismissively.

“I've known you for a very long time. I know you like the back of my hand. You can be honest with me.” Sam expresses.

“There's nothing to be honest about Sam. I don't know what you're trying to get out of me.”  You grow frustrated.

“I think someone's got a little crush.” Sam reveals as your eyes widen. Had you been that obvious?

“Whatttttt?” You drag out as your voice gains in pitch. “No.” You deny.

“See the thing here my dear friend is I don't trust you.” Sam presses.

“Well, Sam believe what you want but I still don't have any idea what you're talking about.” You defend.

“Whatever you say. I mean it's your romantic funeral and it's their wedding I'll be attending.” Sam throws in.

You glare at Sam, “Why are you so interested in my love life Sam? The last time I've heard you’re single. You’re not doing great with the ladies, are you?”

Sam laughs and replies, “Well, it just wouldn't be fair if I was tied down to one woman where they all want me. I've gotta keep it fair.”

“Disgusting. You really are a ladies’ man aren't you, Sam?” You sarcastically respond.

“I am a man for the ladies.” Sam winks.

“Charming.” You sigh.

Sam laughs and pulls you closer. Sam hears that Nathan and Elena’s conversation has paused. He discreetly turns his head to the side to look behind him. He notices Nathan staring at your proximity shooting daggers at his arm touching you which somehow snaked around your waist. Thoughts run through Nathan’s mind. How come you seemed so okay with this? You’re completely fine with his hands around your waist. You seem almost comfortable in the feeling.

Nathan doesn't like this as Sam notices Nathan's glance and decides to push further. He comes closer and leans into you and whispers, “I'm charming for you baby.”

You giggle, “Sam Drake, you are quite a man not a gentleman. But a man.”  As you nudge him Nathan lets out a breath, he didn't even realise he was holding. He sees that there is now a distance between you as he goes back to talking to Elena.

Sam looks back and says, “I'll tell you what is charming those two getting chummy back there.” You quickly turn your head to witness the interaction with your own eyes.

“Ha! I knew it.” Sam exclaims as you turn back to him. “You like Nate.” He confirms.

“What makes you say that?” Your anxiety heightens.

“There's a whole list of things honey but I don't think you want me to go through them.” Sam replies matter of fact.

You finally give up, “I don't know it's complicated he's my best friend. We’ve best friends since I was 12. Nothing can ruin it not even some bubblehead blonde bimbo.”

“I think someone is jealous” Sam teases.

“Sam shut up.” You shush him.

“Hey, I'm coming from a place of love” as he dramatically places his hand to his chest. “Because I care about you.”

“Oh, how sweet of you Sam…now shut up.” You demand.

“Look I've got an idea. I think it'll help-“ Sam gets interrupted.

“Whatever you gotta say I'm not listening. All your ideas are dumb, and they either don't work or gets us almost killed.”

“This might do both but in the best way.” Sam smirks.

Thinking that there's no choice but to pay attention you agree to listen to Sam's stupid idea, “Alright hit me with it.”

“I say we test Natey Watey's limits.” Sam discloses.

“What do you mean?” You question.

“How about we act as, you know we got something going on if you know what I mean.” He winks at you.

“No, I don't.” You say confused.

“I'm saying we try to make him jealous. Just to test the waters but I think it may work out for the best.” He speaks.

“Okay and what makes you say that? He doesn't he doesn't feel that way about me.” You look to the side.

“Well, he sure as hell doesn't feel that way about Elena.” Sam admits.

“I wish that were true.” You look down sadly.

Sam sighs, “Hey it’s their wedding you’ll be attending if you don't try this out.”

“What makes you think this will work?” You press.

“I know my brother and I know you. There's something between you two. You guys can't ignore that feeling as if it’s not there. You’ve got to give it a chance.” Sam says softly.

“Yeah well, he left me once, how do I know he won't do it again?” You admit your fears.

Sam looks at her understanding her worry, “I know you’re still mad but what really happened is –“ He’s quickly cut off as Nate walks between you two pointing ahead, “We're here.” Nathan's voice is rough and sharp as he stands in-between Sam and you completely separating you two.

“I guess your way was right Y/N.” He smiles at you.

“Oh, I know I was right cowboy.” You joke.

“Hey, you haven't used that since we were 16. I thought we were over that.” Nathan turns to you grinning.

“Hah you wish cowboy.” You wink at him as you walk ahead. Elena witnessing the conversation mumbles, “Bitch.” under her breathe. Sully hears this and rolls his eyes disapprovingly. You were like a daughter to him and Drake like a son, he wouldn't let anyone ruin your friendship or anything else that may come with it.

As they walk ahead Nathan quickly pulled you back, “Guards up ahead. I say the best thing we do is-“ Sam cuts him off, “Y/N and I will scout ahead while you guys wait back here.”

Nathan quickly looks Sam, “Why? You know Y/N and I always do that.” Nathan argues.

“Thought I'd change it up for this trip little bro.” Sam quickly winks at you who giggles.

“You know you usually have bad ideas but this one is not your worst.” Nathan quickly looks to you, “You're not serious, are you? He's not the sharpest tool in the shed.”

You look Nathan up and down and before you could come up with a response, Sam steps forward wrapping an arm around you, “Not the sharpest tool in the shed but definitely the best in bed I'll see you later little bro.” and walk off with you.

Nathan goes to follow you and Sam, but Sully quickly pulls him down, “You trying to get us killed kid?” Sully rhetorically asks.

“No but Sam's trying to get Y/N killed.” Nathan proclaims.

“Yeah, well you're going to get us all killed if you don't stay here.” Sully tells him.

“But-“ Nathan begins to say but Elena cuts him off, “Well it's better two get killed rather than five. Come on, we can cut our losses.” Sully looks at Elena stunned. Nathan too angry to process his thoughts agrees, “Yeah I guess you're right.”

Sully looks at Nathan, “You can't mean that.”

“Well, they don't want to listen to us anyways.” Nathan dismisses.

Sully shocked by this unrecognisable Nathan scoffs, “I taught you better than that kid.” as he gets into hiding position and checks over his gun just in case something was to go down with the enemy or maybe someone in the group. Nathan realises what he says and looks down ashamed regretting his words.

Sam pulls you behind a fence on a ledge which becomes your hiding spot as you would not be seen in plain sight.

“Did you see the steam coming out of his ears.” Sam laughs to you.

“What were you thinking? We just left them behind Sam. You know we don't leave each other behind.” You defend.

“Oh, he'll get over it.” Sam dismisses, “We're fine okay. Look.” Sam notices Sully leading the group as they come to their position. Sam expects Sully to be giving him a thumbs up for his brilliant plan but when he sees how mad he is and how Sully slowly shakes his head, he knows somethings gone horribly wrong. He looks to you with an unsure look but nods determinedly ready to go ahead with your plan whether it makes you and Nathan or breaks you.

Sully speaks quietly to the group, “Alright let's just finish this mission up quick kids I'm sensing this place is getting toxic for all of us and I'm not just talking about those toxic fumes that they seem to be letting off.”

Sam cheekily winks at you, and you look away with a sigh. Is this what you really wanted to do?

Sam goes behind one of the guards and stealthily takes him down while you go to the other Sully looking out for you on watch. You two see Nathan and Elena on the other side doing the exact same however Elena drops her gun making an echoed noise as it announces their presence. The guards quickly look towards the direction of the sound not seeing the group yet.

“Oh crap.” Nathan groans as he pulls Elena back to the hiding spot as gun fires can be heard and bullets whizzing through the air. Nathan looks back Sully and Sam, “Get the two girls back to a safe position, I'm going to hold them off.”

You scoff and look back at him, “No way in hell we're leaving you back here alone.” Sam grins and takes this as his chance, “Yep you heard the guy, Sully, Elena let's go.”

Before Elena can protest Sam grabs her wrist and starts pulling her off as she turns around to try and get back to Nathan. Sully stands between them and motions for her to follow him.

You quickly go up to Nathan, “You know I can protect myself. I can help you.”

Nathan looks at you, “I don't want to take that chance. Go.”

You slowly stand up reluctant to leave, “I'm not a kid anymore Nathan, I can protect myself. I mean I had to learn how to right?”

Nathan looks to you, “I know that more than anyone else, but I can't live with myself if something happened to you. Please, just go.”

You shake your head, “No I'm not leaving you.”

Nathan grits his teeth, “I'm surprised you didn't take the chance to run off with Sam anyway.”

You roll your eyes as you respond, “Don't be like that.”

“Don't be like that?” Nathan questions his voice raises.  “You were all over him a second ago.”

“Nathan are we really going to be arguing about this now? Shots are literally being fired at us.” You persist.

“Well, if we’re about to die. I want to know at least if you're trying to fuck my brother.” Nathan says.

“Jeez Nathan.” You huff.

“Don’t be shy.” Nathan doesn’t give up.

You angry at this accusation shout, “Yes, okay?! I'm trying to fuck Sam. Happy?”

Annoyance and irritation fire up in Nathan’s eyes, “Happy?” He seethes.

“It's been a while since I've had any.” You continue.

Sam quickly runs back and grabs your arm, “Alright you two. We really, really need to go. You can continue this conversation after we're not dead.”

Nathan chuckles and shakes his head, “Speaking of the devil. Why don’t you just jump him now.”

“Do you know what Nathan? I will.” You glare at Nathan as you grab Sam's belt pulling him closer, “You ready to go Sam?” Sam clears his throat getting nervous, “If it means that we're not going to die yes.”

Nathan glares at his older brother feeling a deep betrayal, “Well if they don't kill you I might.” He retorts to Sam.

“Nathan what's gone into you?” Sam says. “I've never seen you like this. Never seen you so angry.” He smirks.

“Yeah, wouldn't you be angry if your brother was trying to fuck their best friend?!” He exclaims.

You’re taken aback, he's not mad because he's jealous of your possible romance, he's mad because it's weird to know that his brother would want to sleep with his best friend.

Best friend, he made that clear.

You cut in, “Well Nathan as my best friend. I don't think it gives you the right to tell me who I can or can't sleep with. Now, can we stop talking about my sex life and please just go? Nathan you're coming with us you're not staying here.” You demand.

Nathan is about to protest when a gunshot flies past him hitting the wall next to him, “Alright but we're talking about this later.” You three start running back off into the forest as the guards see you and run after you. You hear footsteps behind you chasing after you. Sam is ahead of Nathan and you as you hear the footsteps grow closer, you reach a town filled with people.

Nathan takes in the surroundings quickly constructing a plan as he looks everywhere no longer seeing Sam. You look at him, “Nathan what do we do?”

He quickly looks behind seeing the guards approaching the town, “They'll find us if we try to run. We've got to hide.”

He quickly pulls you and pushes you up against the pillar not completely hidden enough. Knowing you were not invisible; Nathan knows there needs to be another step taken.

He diverts his eyes and sees the guards making their way to their area looking in every direction. He looks to you as he leans in, his lips brushing against yours and says against your lips, “Don't make a sound.” He captures your lips with his own. One hand resting above your head against the pillar and the other on your waist pulling you in to a deeper kiss. This would make you seem like a young couple in love. He knew the guards wouldn't question it and they would pass as any other couple. Once he hears the guards have left, he slowly pulls away and looks into your eyes as you look up into his and for a moment, you both could see something you didn't know what, but something changed.

It seems Nathan was going to lean back in for more, but you place your hand against his chest and say, “I think they're gone.”

Nathan still not finding his words slowly nods and replies slightly out of breath, “Yeah I think we're okay” he pulls back away from you still looking at you. Eye contact never breaking.

Sully runs back in and finds you both, “Finally, there you are guys, I was worried sick. Did you manage to get rid of them?”

Nathan still looking at you, “Yeah we did.”

You nod along and are the first break the eye contact as you look at Sully, “Yeah we're good for now.” You speak.

Elena comes in and notices the tension between Nathan and you. She didn’t like it.

“Oh my God Nathan. Are you okay?” She quickly grabs his arms to make him face her. She plants her hands against his cheeks making sure there's no wounds. Nathan still out of breath replies, “Yeah, yeah I'm okay.” He pauses. “Are you okay Y/N?” His eyes dart back to you.

“Apart from the heart attack you almost gave me, yeah I’m doing pretty good.” You joke to relieve the tension.

He lets out a laugh sharing the moment that is until Sam comes to them, “Y/N you good?”

“Yes, I'm fine, don't worry. Not even a scratch.” You smile at him, comforting him.

Sam lets out a sigh of relief, “Good.”

Nathan looks towards Sam, his nose flaring his jaw clenching. The anger had not yet left as he thinks about the kiss. Would you kiss Sam like that? Would you kiss him like that again? Your his best friend, he can’t think of you like that.

“Maybe I should implement that plan more often.” Nathan quips with a hint of seriousness.

Elena cuts in, “What plan?” oblivious about their escape.

You chuckle a little sadly, “I'm not sure if my heart can take it.”

Nathan looks sadly at you, “Mine either.”

As you look at each other, Sam looks between you, “Wow this is lovely and all, but I don't think we should stick around. They're probably going to come and check this area once more.”

Sully nods along, “I agree. Let’s head back this way.” As Sully leads you all, you look at Nathan once more entranced by what just happened but then is quickly reminded of the one memory clouding your mind.

You quickly turn around and walk ahead as Sam follows. Nathan’s eyes still following as if he didn't want to lose sight of you again.

“Hey Nate, you okay?” He hears another voice almost forgetting Elena was here.

He takes a moment before he replies, “I don't know.”

Elena follows his eyeline, jealousy brewing within her, “Well let's go.” She tugs on his arm, he looks down finally breaking sight of you, looking at Elena, “Yeah we should catch up with the others.” as they follow behind.

[sailingintothenight]

“UNCHARTED”

SUMMARY: The younger sister of treasure hunter Victor Sullivan, (Y/N), enlists Nathan Drake to help them recover a 500-year-old fortune. But what starts as a robbery turns into a globe-trotting race for the prize of gold and love. Although, little does Nathan know, that (Y/N) has her own reasons for wanting a piece of the money.

PAIRING: Nathan Drake x Sullivan!reader

First chapter will be posted on Friday, March 4 I hope so

Disclaimer: This story is fiction based on the movie, I will try to keep the original dialogues adding different ones to fit with the reader that is completely my invention. So, I hope you enjoy it. Reblogs and constructive comments are always welcome to improve. Surely this fic will not be so good but we will try it :P, thanks in advance. — V

[thepaperpanda]

Baby Sister || Sam Drake x Adler!Reader

Summary: You’re the baby sister of Rafe Adler. It’s been a while since he was imprisoned in Panama jail in an attempt to get a clue on his treasure hunting. Missing him dearly as he is the only family member that left you, you make your way into the prison to meet with Rafe. Unfortunately, he isn’t happy seeing you. The entire situation ends in you and Samuel Drake getting a bit too close to one another.

Warnings: Smut! ♥

Words: 4194

Authors: Cass & Rouge

PART 1

It has been half a year since the day your older brother, Rafael Adler, was imprisoned in Panama prison.

Missing him dearly, you begged the director of the facility to let you meet with your brother. It took you several visits to gain man's trust of not being smuggler of any kind, and in the end you've gotten a permit.

That day the gates of Panama prison opened for you widely, and two guards escorted you directly to a meeting room.

Dressed in a black, flared dress that reached half of your thighs, and flat, white sneakers, you stepped inside the outpost.

There was a horrible kind of climate of fear and paranoia there, it made a cold shiver run down your spine.

Some nasty comments addressed to you by prisoners while you were following the guards along a desolated corridor made your involuntary gag reflex harder than ever before.

Soon, the three of you have reached a huge, steel door. One of the guards opened them with a key that was previously attached to his belt. You were allowed inside, and as soon as you stepped in, you saw Rafael standing next to the window, he was peeking outside, at a prison yard.

"Rafael!," Your voice was nothing more but a quiet mumble.

Rafe wasn't happy, not even a little bit.

He knew there were problems coming when he heard from Vargas that there was a young girl begging to let her meet with a brother.

"What are you doing in here, huh? I told you to stay away from it, does your little female brain have problems with processing words?,” He growled, crossing arms over his chest. The last thing he needed now was his little sister dragging him and the whole job down.

Without regard for his rough words, you approached him and simply nuzzled to his chest.

The gap between the two of you wasn't too big, yet he was 5 years older than you.

Since when he was gone from your family home, you had to take care of yourself, and it was rather a thankless task. You didn't know what to do, and cried thousands of years after him.

Even though his attitude towards you was always harsh, you loved him dearly. He was your only family, and he was a role model in your eyes.

You and Rafe exchanged a lot of letters, he assured in them that he missed you equally much as you did miss him.

"It's been so long, brother. I was so scared you might be hurt... You stopped responding to my letters, so I did everything to be allowed in here... I just had to check whether you're in good health or not..."

Rafe rolled his eyes, he was getting annoyed.

"Are you done with yapping? I told you I am busy with Drakes, I am not going to waste my time on silly letters," man added, looking at you. "I left you home with everything you needed. I even hired this stupid butler just to make sure you won't die out there."

Rafe tried his best to get rid of you. Yes, you were his only family member, but most of the time you were a bit too much to handle for him. Following and nagging him. "Do you need anything?"

"I missed you... That's all," you whispered sadly and quickly took a place on a metal chair standing at the tip of a metal table. "The butler won't replace my brother, in any way. The house is so huge, so empty and cold without you being there," you lowered your head.

Anytime he was raising his tone on you, he was guilt-tripping you. You were only a girl, and even your desperate attempts in getting his attention (like trying to study all the stuff he needed in his so called work), you were always pushed aside in the end.

"If that's all you can go back home. I really don't have time for sensitivity, I didn't come here for pleasure. I. Am. Working. Here!," He said loudly, hands clenched in fists.

Rafe honestly had enough of you already. You're always coming to him because you wanted to show pointless stuff, or you needed something. It was driving him crazy sometimes.

Lowering your head, you bit your lower lip hard. You closed eyes for a moment, trying your best to hold the tears back. You never knew what you have done wrong in your lifetime to deserve such a treatment from his side.

When you cooled down a little, you got up, and not looking at him you walked to the door and banged them to let guards know the visit was finished.

"It was nice to see you all well after all," you whispered.

"Sit down," Rafe said suddenly, pointing on the metal chair. "Now," he ordered harshly.

Blinking and being taken aback by his sudden interest, you looked at him above your shoulder.

In the same moment one of the guards peeked inside.

In Spanish you thanked him and assured it won't take you long, because apparently your brother wants to tell you something.

As soon as the door was closed again, you took a seat.

"Now, stay here," he muttered, briefly patting the top of your head. "Don't even move," Rafe instructed before leaving the room, he knew the guard won't be a problem. Rafe paid a lot to get himself and Drake brothers in here after all.

A few minutes later the door opened again, but this time it wasn't Rafe. It was one of Drake brothers, the older one to be exact.

"Hello? Rafe said that there might be a nice lady to talk to?," Sam hummed and looked at you with a cigarette slipped between his lips. "Hey."

You frowned, but remained quiet, and didn't even shift in your spot. You observed the man, and you did recognise him after many of your brother stories. It was probably Samuel Drake, the older from Drake brothers. The one who had to be an expert in pirate stuff that Rafe needed so desperately in his work.

You licked your lips, and tilted your head a little. "Where's Rafe?"

Sam moved the cigarette from one corner of his mouth to another. "Um, I don't know. He said there is a nice lady here, and went on with his stuff. I'd come with my little brother, but sadly he is busy as well. You would love him, he is younger and more your age, but of course not as charming as I am," he winked and sat on the chair right in front of you.

In the first impulse you wanted to get out of the room. You were all alone with a complete stranger. Rafe has left you to the wolves again, you weren't even surprised. Instead, a rage was filling your soul.

But then a realization came to your mind; if this was one of Drake brothers, you could prove your brother your real value by trying to get some information from this man. You decided to play a little game.

You rested your chin on your hand. "So you must be the older from Drake duo," whispering, you tilted your head aside and smiled on h sweetly.

Sam nodded with a smile on his lips. "Yup! Samuel Drake at your service."

Sam heard about you, mostly about how annoying you were, but here he was, right in front of you. You were sitting in front of him in this beautiful dress, you looked cute to him. "So... He left you here? All alone?"

With a little shrug a little sigh came along. "As you can see," you looked down on your hands and rubbed them together. "My brother was never an effusive person, especially not when it came to me," adding, you slowly got up from your place and walked to the window.

Sam nodded slowly. "I can tell, we spent some time together and honestly I am surprised. I am an older brother myself, I would die for Nathan," he summed up.

Listening to his words, you peeked out of the window to see a few guards with guns patrolling the yard.

You turned to the man that was trapped with you in a room, slowly bending your ass against the low windowsill. "Your brother's lucky then."

Sam watched you without saying a word.

You decided to take over control. Knowing the place he was in, you assumed it must have been a great while since he held a woman in his arms. Playing with emotions was something you were thankful to Rafe for teaching you.

You walked to the man and simply took a seat on his lap. Gently playing with his sideburn, you licked your lips. "I've heard you're a specialist from pirates. Is that true? Are you currently looking for a treasure? My brother was telling me you're good at this."

It was happening quickly, but he didn't mind at all, they all were locked down there for a bit too long, and he surely missed the woman's company. "Yes, I am a pirate expert, and yes, we are looking for a treasure. That's why our asses are stuck in here."

"I was always interested in my brother's work, though he didn't want to share anything with me," you whispered in a sad tone. "Do you know where to look for this treasure or whatever it is?," You asked sweetly after a moment of silence. Your fingers trailed up and down his chest.

Sam chuckled, placing a gentle kiss to your cheek. "Listen, little one, I know you tried to find out something so you could tell your brother, but sadly that ship has sailed. Rafe knows about everything we do," Drake shrugged, patting your hip.

You blinked a few times, his words surprised you much. Shifting slightly in your place, you bit your lower lip, and looked him in the eye.

Sam grabbed your chin, his thumb gently stroked it. "What's wrong, Y/N?," He asked simply.

"I...," You mumbled and went quiet. You felt like a complete idiot. First, you tried to seduce the man to get information about him. And he figured your plan out so quickly.

Your eyes glistened as you gazed at him; he was a handsome man.

"Want me to get you out of here? I can walk you to the guard station. Just talk to me," Drake stated, rubbing your back.

You didn't know how to behave. Taking he was an enemy of some kind, you should have kicked him right in the balls. But on the other hand, he was kind to you all the time, even if you tried to mock him. "Yes, please," you asked politely.

Sam helped you get off his lap, then he got up and walked you to the door. Sam even opened them for you. "Honestly, pity you don't want to stay longer, but it was a pleasure to meet you after all."

You stopped him from opening the door fully. You didn't know why you acted this way, but an urge grew within your body. It's been a while since you were with a man as well. You didn't know why, but this guy was turning your head upside down. "No," you whispered and closed them, you leaned your back against the steel.

Sam chuckled. "Are you like one of those typical women that don't know what they want?," He teased you.

Blushing, you turned your head aside.

Thinking about your past, you knew you made a lot of mistakes. You knew it was wrong to blindly follow your brother's will, yet you did.

But now you wanted to decide for yourself. At least once in a lifetime. If he left you alone, like a prey you seemingly were to him, you had a right to use the situation as well, hadn't you?

You wrapped your arms around the man's chest and nuzzled him.

Sam wrapped his arms around you.

You were cute, the whole 'I can't decide' thing was getting into him.

Sam grabbed your hips and picked you up to take a good look at you. "Is there something you want to tell me, sweetheart?"

"I have never met a man as handsome and mysterious as you," you mumbled openly, giggling as he picked you up.

"And I have never met a girl as sweet and small as you," Sam said, surprised at how light you were. "So, what shall I do with you now, huh?," He hummed nuzzling to you. Sam was aware of your intention but he wanted to hear it from you.

"Put me down, that's first," you asked calmly, and as soon as he did, you looked up into his eyes. He was twice your height, towering over you like skyscrapers over a block. "Second," you pretended to be thinking hardly, "if I'm Adler, and if you're Drake, then we can think about some nice way to bury the hatchet."

"Well, that would be nice if we would have any 'hatchet' to bury, love, and we have none," Sam said, looking down on you. "I have never seen you before and if you will try to play around some more I will simply leave."

"What am I supposed to say?," You whispered.

"Tell me what you want, Y/N. Rafe told me to take care of you and I will gladly do this," Sam muttered with a mischievous grin.

You smiled at him and tilted your head aside. "Take me to my brother."

Sam rolled his eyes and lit the cigarette.

Soon, he led you out of the room and took you to Rafe.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, even Drake had enough of you?," Rafe asked deeppy annoyed as soon as he spotted you entering the yard.

As your brother was sitting with a few men, you excused them and tugged on his sleeve. "What the fuck was that?," You asked him in a lowered voice. "Who the fuck I am for you? A fucking toy you can toss everywhere and to anyone you want?," You asked him as you walked aside for a bit.

"I never asked you to tag along, you always followed me like an annoying little brat you truly are," Rafe growled. "You are an adult, go get a life and stop following me," Adler said, not even trying to be quiet.

Sam frowned at the whole situation. He didn't know you too long, but he was more than sure you didn't deserve such a treatment.

Clenching teeth, you swallowed hard. And shortly after, you aimed your brother a robust slap right in the face. Glaring up at him, you snarled. "You're deluded, brother. Think about this when you'll be fucking rotting here, all alone, with no one to reach a hand toward you. A fucking lone fool. Remember, there are still things you can't buy with your bloody cash."

You were surprised by your own behaviour and the fact you dug in your heels against Rafael.

The next moment, you stormed off the yard.

Rafe didn't take it to himself, he didn't care. "One problem less," Rafe summed up before returning to his mates.

Sam was the one to run after you. "Hey, hey. Wait, you can't just walk alone. Not here," he informed you simply.

"What can happen?," You snarled in a response. "If I'd vanish once and for all, he'd be the one to dance happily on my grave."

"You can get hurt here, and please, don't say that," Sam grabbed your arm to stop you. "You can't act like this only because he's a dick."

"I'm an adult, I can do whatever I want to," you turned to face the man.

"You are an adult, you are free to do what you want, but it doesn't mean you can waste your life just because your brother is a dick. You should show you are better than he thinks you are," Sam explained.

You listen to his words. The man seemed very wise and very down to earth. Definitely your type.

Without thinking too much, you climbed on tiptoes, pulled him by a collar, and crushed your lips on his.

Sam gladly kissed you back, after a moment he pulled away with a smile. "I did not expect that," he admitted.

Your fingers intertwined with his as you grabbed his palm. With a mischievous grin, you pulled him behind you. With a corner of your eye you spotted a guard leaving one of the rooms, and you decided to risk it all, pulling the man in that direction.

Sam wasn't really sure about it, they had things to do and they were treated like normal prisoners, but he followed you anyway. After all, you were sweet. Sweet enough to make him go after you. "You are a crazy, little girl."

You simply pushed him inside the room. You decided that if there would be anyone, you'd lie quickly that the man was leading you to the exit and you two messed the way.

Fortunately, the room was empty. As soon as the door closed right behind the two of you, you pushed the man on the wall. You once again climbed on your tiptoes to kiss him, this time you let your tongue dance with his one a little. And you had to admit that he was an amazing kisser.

Sam kissed you back, grabbing your waist. He gave you the possibility of dominating him in the kiss.

But then he picked you up and soon you were pressed to the wall. "Time to change places, sweetheart."

Humming willingly, you let the man press you to the wall.

As he broke the kiss, you gasped loudly, sadly, as the contact was lost.

Sam smiled at you before dropping to his knees, he wanted to take his time with you, but sadly he couldn't. It wasn't a five star hotel, it was a prison after all. "Let's see what are you hiding there, princess," Sam hummed before moving the skirt of your dress up.

You licked your lips and parted them, observing his actions. He was so sure of what he was doing, it impressed you very much. As the blush hit your face, you let your eyes closed.

Sam teased you through your panties, just a little bit to get you ready. Then he pulled your panties aside and attacked your clit like he was a starving beast.

You gasped and instinctively muffled yourself by putting a curled hand to your lips. He gave you a new sensation. Of course, you did have sex, but only oral one and only with your former boyfriend who was just as inexperienced as you. Sam, on the other hand, was playing with you wisely, discovering a new level of desire to you.

"You like it, huh?," Sam asked, playing with your clit.

He raised to his feet, looking at you with a cocky smile.

"I wish I could eat that sweet pussy properly but looking at our poor position. This needs to wait, you are wet for me anyway," Sam winked and picked you up, pressing you to the wall.

At this moment Sam was thankful that his prison uniform was loose and easy to remove.

A soft moan escaped your lips as he picked you up a little. Your legs wrapped quickly around his hips as your hands rushed to tug his pants down. Oh, how much he was turning you on! "I need you, so much!"

"Oh you will get it, babe. I can promise you that, you will get whatever you need," Sam assured you before pulling his pants down, he wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock was standing proudly. "How much do you want it?"

"So much!," you gasped and reached out to grab his erected cock. You gave it a stroke or two, your palm wrapped tightly around his shaft. You tried to guide him right inside of you.

"But keep your hands up here, babe. I'll do the work," Sam instructed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "You simply relax and sing for me."

After those words Sam started to slowly penetrate your sweet pussy, he could feel that even if you had sex in past, a guy did a poor job.

"Hell! Fuck!," You moaned quietly, right into man's ear. A cold shiver ran along your spine. "Fuck, oh God!," You were moaning louder and louder. "You're so big! I can't take it!," You kissed the man's cheek, and moved to suck on his neck. His skin tasted with sweat, but you didn't mind.

"Oh I can bet you can take it, “ he hummed, rubbing your belly lovingly. "And a bit more than just my cock. Just relax," Sam purred, giving you one hard thrust before returning to gently pace. He didn't want to hurt you in any way.

"Ah!," You mumbled and nuzzled to his neck. Instantly, as soon as he made a hard thrust, you felt how wet you became and that your walls got loosened a bit. You tried to cool your breath down.

"You see? I told you that you can take it. Such a good girl," Sam smiled at the nice feeling of your walls loosening a bit around him. Knowing this he started to move faster, Sam knew you can take it. "You are doing a great job, babe,” he hummed, moving his hand into your hair to pull them gently.

You wrapped arms tighter around his neck and gasped right into his ear. He felt so amazing in you. He stretched you oh so well! "Fuck, fuck, so good, so hot, fuck...," You raised your tone a little and rolled head back.

Sam chuckled at your moans and cupped your cheek to make you look at him. "Oh, I know this all, sweetheart and I can say that you feel amazing around my cock,” without more unnecessary words Sam pulled you into a kiss, he was getting close to his climax.

You cupped his face in hands and kissed him. The kiss was messy, rapid. You gasped for air when you broke the kiss. "Oh, God, something is.... Oh, my God!," You mumbled as your walls started clenching.

Sam smiled against your lips.

"Oh, you poor thing, no one ever made you reach your peak? Let me show you how the real man does it, you'll love it,” he hummed, his hand moved between your bodies to play with your clit. "Just don't hold it, babe."

You rolled head back, your eyes shut closed, your lips parted and thighs squeezing man's hips. Your nails dug into his back where you scratched him. "I'm cumming!," You screamed.

"Good girl,” Sam hummed into your ear. His hips didn't stop to move even after your climax. "Now, tell me, do you want to be a good girl or do you want me to fill you up?"

"I want to be a good girl," you whispered. "Please!"

Sam let out a sad sigh, he expected a bit more from you. "As you wish. Pity ‘cuz I am not a fan of good girls,” he slowly pulled his cock out of you, Sam gave himself a few strokes before painting your clothed belly with his warm, thick seed. "That was good."

You licked your lips and gasped, immediately you went down to your knees and wrapped lips around his shaft. You only smirked and bobbed your head back and forth, sucking on him.

He moved his hand into your hair pulling at them. "This feels nice but that's enough, Y/N. You sucked me dry, babe."

 You ran the tip of your tongue along his shaft for the very last time.

Sam chuckled and helped you get up. Pulling his pants up he looked at you, of course he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. "That was something girl," Sam hummed, puffing out some smoke.

You looked at him innocently. "Did you... Enjoy it? Truly?," You looked like you were seeking confirmation in his eyes. It was your very first time with a skilled man and you felt so exposed.

"Oh, I did enjoy it. Truly," he said and kissed your cheek. "I promise you one thing: as soon as we will be out of this hell - I will find you and we'll play some more."

"You somehow know where to look for me," you bit your lower lip.

At this moment the door to the room opened and a guard rushed inside. "What the fuck!"

"I told you she is here just wandering around. I knew she would be a problem," Rafe said to the guards with his back pressed to the wall, Nathan stood next to him completely confused.

You shrugged. "I pressed on him to go there, I thought this is where the exit is," you explained, laying smoothly

Everyone looked at you. The guards frowned and grabbed you, simply dragging you away.

Before you were pushed outside the outpost, you turned your head around. "Thank you for

guiding me

, Samuel!"

[merakiaes]

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[the-drakeboys]

Darlin’

Summary: Sam can’t tear his eyes from you. Overwhelmed by everything he’s feeling, and unsure if he can go through with it, all he can do is sit there and look at you, hanging onto your hand for dear life. 

Pairing: Sam Drake x Reader (Oneshot)

Word Count: 1,678

Warnings: FLUFF. Oh, man. This one’s... This one’s fluffy.

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He called you darlin’. 

And heaven help you, you loved it. He drove you crazy on a constant basis, made you want to tear your hair out by the root, he was a heartache and a headache and never listened to a thing anyone said - but when he called you darlin’, something about it just melted you down until you were putty in his hands. 

For him, it was your eyes. He couldn’t get enough of the looks you gave him. You’d hold him in place with a quiet gaze and he’d forget to breathe just standing there. Your eyes caught him across a crowded room, all that time ago, and from that moment on, it was all he could do to make sure he got to see them again. 

He could sing… Beautifully, actually. But you were the only one he really sang in front of. He sang to you all the time; in the middle of the night, his lips pressed against your ear, his arms around you and pulling you into his grasp. While you were cooking at the stove, his voice bursting with him through the kitchen door and nearly shocking the wooden spoon out of your hands, his laughter warm as you smacked him away with a hand over your heart. He sang for you on every adventure, as your boat rocked over steady waves, as your jeep rumbled through the desert, as your ropes swung you from cliffs to trees to ancient ruins. He sang because you made him want to, because it was easier than saying everything he felt for you in plain words. Because he loved you. 

He loved the way you sunk into his arms after a long day, resting your head on his shoulder and asking him to distract you with something - anything. He loved how you listened to him, how all the history he’d loved all his life seemed to mean just as much to you, seemed to be just as fascinating and exciting to you, as it was to him. He loved how clumsy you were, and how after a stumble, you’d just pick yourself back up and keep going. He loved your wit and your coy smiles and the way you chewed on the ends of all your pens when you were immersed in your work.

He loved how much you loved his family. His brother, and his sister-in-law, and his friend, who had long ago become much more, had become like a father. 

And that night, as he sat beside you at the table with his family, his gaze was stuck to you like glue, and his heart was overflowing. He was overwhelmed by your laughter and your stories, by your scathingly playful banter with his brother, and by the soft-hearted look in your eye as his sister showed you ultrasound photos of their baby on the way; he was having a hard time putting it all together. 

You were so involved, so tightly wound in a trance, with what she was showing you, that you didn’t feel him fighting to tear his eyes away from you. It wasn’t until he touched your hand, his own clammy and warm and… was he shaking?

You turned, letting your eyes land on his. Your heart skipped a beat - what was that look? 

“Sam?” you murmured, your smile tender as he took your hand and held it tightly. “You okay…?” 

He glanced over across the table, Nate giving him a nod of encouragement in your direction as he picked up his phone and pressed record. Sam cleared his throat, watching Elena hurriedly shuffle the photos out of the way and Sully lean forward in his chair, an excited, knowing grin on his face. 

You reached out, your palm turning his cheek until he faced you. “Hey,” you chuckled. “You still with me?” 

He softened then, his nerves buzzing quietly under the surface, leaning into your touch and remembering that it was, after all, you. 

And you were everything. 

“Yeah…” he grinned, pulling himself together. “Yeah, I’m… I’m good.” Slowly, Sam shifted out of his chair, and lowered himself down onto one knee in front of you, his hand still clasped tightly to yours. 

The confusion in your eyes melted away quickly to understanding, and then to joyful panic. “O-Oh my god,” you bumbled. Your breath caught in your throat, looking down at him, feeling him hold tight to your hand. 

Elena could hardly contain herself beside you.

“Darlin’,” he started, his free hand carefully pulling something from his pocket. You felt yourself sink down into the chair at the name, emotion welling up in your eyes as your hand went up over your mouth. “I uhm… I’m not too good with words all the time. I don’t always know what to do, or say. All I know is… there’s no one, on this whole entire Earth, for me, but you. You’re my girl. Where... where would I be without you, huh?” he mumbled, that beautiful Boston accent of his shining through his every word. He held up a ring then; a small, simple, elegant ring that was completely and utterly you.

“Oh my god, Sam,” you sputtered happily, wiping helplessly at the tears streaming down your cheeks. His heart was aching in his chest, beating so wildly that he was sure you could hear it where you sat. 

“So, what, uh… Whaddaya say to spendin’ the rest of your life with me?” he finally asked. 

You wasted no time, falling forward into his arms and burying your face into the crook of his neck. Warm, happy laughter filled the room in every direction as he held onto you, his words echoing in your ear, “Is that a yes?!” 

“Yes!” you laughed tearfully, “Yes, it’s a yes, are you crazy?!” You pulled back and looked up at him, and in an instant, his lips were on yours. Your arms went around his neck and you kissed him with every bit of joy and passion you had, your fingers curling around the sides of his shirt. 

“Okay, you two, okay!” Nate shouted from where he sat at the table, grinning from ear to ear as you gingerly pulled back and fought off a blush.

Sam wouldn’t ever admit it, but his eyes shone with tears he’d never let drop, overwhelmed by happiness. You both looked down as he gently took your hand and slid the ring onto your finger. 

“Jesus, Samuel, that sure took you long enough, didn’t it?” Sully quipped from the other end of the table. 

“Hey, watch it, old timer,” Sam jabbed back, a grin still ever present on his face as you each stood on your own two feet. You went to sit back into your chair, but Sam just pulled you tightly into his arms, and you happily wrapped your own around his middle. 

“I mean, he’s got a point-” Nate started, stopping as Elena nudged him with her elbow. 

“Alright, guys, I think he’s had enough,” she said, rolling her eyes as Nate laid his arm across her shoulders and brought her into his side. She couldn’t help leaning into him, smiling knowingly over at you as you wiped a few more happy tears from under your eyes. Her hand came to rest over her small baby bump, Nate pressing a sweet kiss to her temple and sneaking a glance at the ultrasound photos on the table. 

“Oh, the hell he has,” Sully retorted, sitting back in his chair and bringing his cigar back up to his lips, “We’ve still got plenty to give ‘im hell for.” 

“Alright,” Sam said, feeling in a charitable mood as you both released your hold on each other, “Name somethin’. I want both of you two off my back for good, so whatever I gotta do.” He reached over, pulling your chair out for you and sending you a sly wink as you sat down. 

The wicked glint that immediately grew in Nate’s eyes worried you. Oh boy. 

“Okay…” he started, watching his brother sit down in his chair next to you. “Why don’t you sing for us?” 

“Oh, no, no, no,” Sam waved away the suggestion, his hand absentmindedly going to hold yours. “...Absolutely not, Nathan, keep dreamin’.” 

The warm conversation slowly faded into the background as you looked around, seeing your family - the people in this world you loved the most. Sully, with his dirty old jokes and the cigar he insisted on holding, even if it wasn’t lit for the benefit of Elena; Nate, with his sarcasm and his heart of gold and his stories of constant near-death experiences; Elena, whose wisdom and loving nature had kept you sane from the beginning and quickly made her one of your dearest friends; and Sam. The man you’d give everything for. The man who had swept you off your feet years ago and refused to put you down ever since. 

You loved them all more than you could say - and now, as your eyes drifted to the beautiful ring on your finger, you realized that now...you’d get to spend the rest of your life with them. 

That you’d spend it in Sam’s arms, hearing him sing and laughing with him in the kitchen and swinging through lost cities together with reckless abandon.

He leaned over then and stole a soft kiss from the corner of your lips, bringing you back to him and out of your haze. 

“Where’d you go?” he whispered, smiling warmly at you and reaching up to brush some of your hair from your face. You just gave a small shrug. 

“Nowhere…” you mumbled. You leaned forward and captured his lips in a slow, loving kiss, feeling him thread his fingers tightly through yours. “I love you,” you spoke into the kiss, feeling your heart soar with him so close to you. 

Sam pulled you close, his gaze stuck on those beautiful eyes of yours, and murmured against your lips. “Love you, darlin’. More than you know.” 

[azurethevampire]

• Masterlist •

Drabble = under 1,000 words

Oneshot = over 1,000 words

Unless stated otherwise, my stories are all purely of platonic relationships between reader and the characters. Sometimes between the character(s) and my OCs.

Updated: 22.1.2024

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Peaky Blinders

Not Alone | oneshot | Tommy Shelby x child!reader × rest of the Shelby family

"Sweetheart what did you bury in the garden?" | Drabble | Tommy Shelby x child!reader

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Lord of the Rings

Misbehaving Leads to Tickling | oneshot | teen!reader x Elrond

Heart(s) of Mischief | Drabble | teen!reader x Glorfindel, Elrond makes an appearance too 

Hair Trouble | Drabble | Celebrían x child!reader

"Can you please kill the spider in my room?" | Drabble | Asta(oc), Elrond

"I didn’t bang my head that much, I promise…" | Drabble | reader x Glorfindel

"It's too cold. I'm not going." | Drabble | Elrond, Asta(oc)

Stargazing | drabble | Aragorn, Asta(oc)

Stubborn Little Patient | drabble | Elrond, Asta(oc)

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Supernatural

Are We There Yet? | oneshot | tickle fic | Dean Winchester x sister!reader x Sam Winchester

Snowy Day | Drabble | Dean Winchester x gn!sibling reader x Sam Winchester

"You are still as cuddly as you were when you were little." | drabble | Sam Winchester x sister!reader

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Doctor Who

Little Star | oneshot | Doctor x teen!reader

"My feet are cold" | Drabble | 10th Doctor x reader

"Did you turn my sock into a puppet?" | Drabble | 11th Doctor x reader

"How can I make it up to you?" | Drabble | 9th Doctor x reader

Bigger on the Inside Out | Drabble | The Doctor x reader meets the movie Inside Out

"It's a shame you're mad at me, little one~" | Drabble | 10th Doctor x reader

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Sherlock

Ice Cream Makes Everything Better | oneshot | Sherlock x reader x John

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The Mandalorian

Mando's Lessons to Parenting: Sleep | oneshot | Mandalorian/Din Djarin x child!reader x The Child

Mando's Lessons to Parenting Special: The Gift |oneshot | Mandalorian/Din Djarin x child!reader x The Child, Cara Dune makes an appearance too

Mando's Lessons to Parenting: The Eggcident | Drabble | Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Eva(oc) x The Child/Grogu

MLtP: I Would Do It Again | Drabble | Mandalorian/Din Djarin x platonic!reader

"I doubt he even knows how to tickle someone" | MLtP verse | Eva(oc) x The Child/Grogu

MLtP: Just a Little Laugh Will Do | Eva, Din Djarin/Mandalorian, The Child/Grogu

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Marvel

Bickering Children | drabble | Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Erika Barnes(oc)

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One Chicago

Chicago Fire

"Dad, don't leave me" | oneshot | Kelly Severide x daughter!reader, episode tag to CF 3x19

Little Trouble Monkey | drabble | Kelly Severide, Severide's daughter Tina(oc)

Chicago PD

Concern | drabble | gn!sibling reader x Jay Halstead

Chicago Med

Stomach ache | drabble | sibling reader x Will Halstead

Crossovers

"Can you bail me out? Please?" | Med/PD(mention only)| drabble | gn!sibling reader x Will Halstead, Jay is also mentioned

The Smore's Incident | Med/PD | drabble | Will Halstead x sibling!reader x Jay Halsted

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True Blood

I Will Give You a Reason | oneshot | Eric Northman, Emily Northman(oc), Pamela Swynford de Beaufort

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NCIS

"Please be careful" | Drabble | teen!reader x Gibbs

"I'm not mad at you" | Drabble | Gibbs x reader

To my family | drabble | team x reader

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Uncharted

An Uncle Would Be Fine | drabble | Nathan Drake, sister!reader, Victor Sullivan

[my-watch-begins]

“You lost your old man”

Sam Drake x Reader.

Tags: swearing.

Words: 2260

A/N: wanted to try something different, actiony and with humour, so it’s kind of slow burn enemies to lovers, will have few parts. Hope you like it :)

Sam enters Nathan's house just after his sister in law, who's nursing the biggest pregnancy belly he'd seen in ages. He's amused himself quite a few times when he sees her waddle around in the house, and he hopes he gets to see his little niece before he's off again on another trip. He's been in town for a few days, crashing in the spare bedroom Nathan always has ready for him, and tonight they'd enjoyed a little shopping spree to welcome their girl.

Sam watches Nathan hold Elena's hand and holds her by the waist as he helps her walk up the set of stairs on their way to bed. He heads to the back of the house towards their kitchen to have a smoke on the back patio and maybe a sip of Scotch before he heads to bed as well.

He walks to the cabinets, opening a few of them and expecting for both the bottle and the glasses to be set together, like they always are. He pulls a frown when he only finds the glass, and he doesn't need to get on his tiptoes to look for the bottle, it just isn't there.

He opens another cabinet, noting that the bottle couldn't be with all the produce. He knows Nathan is quite nervous about becoming a dad, but he certainly couldn't have drank the whole bottle to calm his nerves, it was three quarters full back in his last visit.

"Hey Nathan" he yells loudly enough for his brother to hear him from upstairs "where ya hiding the Hooch?" He asks as he keeps looking.

"It's right here"

Sam buckles his arms against his chest, startled, but it only takes a second for him to fish the gun out of his back holster and turn around on his heels, pointing at where the sudden voice had come from.

A woman looks back at him with a mocking grin on her face, she holds one of the glasses near her lips, before she takes a sip of the brown liquid she quips "rookie mistake, not checking your corners"

"Who the hell are you?!" He grunts.

She sits at the kitchen table, her legs are propped up on top of it as she leans back on the chair, the whiskey bottle is set in front of her, and just now he notices that there was a lamp casting a warm hue over the room, one that he was sure had been turned off just before they left.

She doesn't respond, too amused and busy looking at Sam's angry eyes on her. He gets angrier when he doesn't get a response within the first two seconds, so he walks to her with big strides and pushes the cold end of the gun to her cheekbone.

"Not gonna ask again, who the fuck are you" he grunts again with emphasis.

"You should call-"

"Who are you and what do you want" he asks, pushing the gun more to her skin. 

"Sam what's-" Nathan walks in the kitchen, surprised at the sight of his brother's furious watching eyes over your figure on the chair "whoa, Sam, put the gun down" he lifts his hands trying to catch Sam's attention and calm him down.

"Who is she?" He asks lowly.

You were calm about the whole thing, patiently waiting for the tall one to remove the gun that could very well set off and kill you. People usually had a look on their eyes when they had a gun in their hands, and his didn't look like he was intending to shoot. Your eyes move from one man to the other, letting out a smug smile as you watch Nathan's slightly worried face.

"So sad that there's never an easy answer to that question"

"Sam put the gun down" Nathan repeats.

"Yeah Sam" you repeat, your eyes changing characters again and squinting a bit condescendingly as you talk "put the gun down".

Sam pushes the gun against your cheek roughly before he pulls it away. You clear your throat pretending that that hadn't actually hurt, then lead the glass again to your lips.

"What are you doing here?" Nate asks, walking closer to the table. Your eyes are still trained on Sam's figure, his hand is still clutching the gun, and he's taken the bottle with him, intending to pour some on the glass that sits behind him on the kitchen counter.

"I've got something you might be interested in" you sneak your hand in your jacket pocket and pull out a phone.

"I don't know if you know-" he begins, you quickly search through your phone as he talks "but I'm out of the game, and I can't leave anywhere right now Elena's-" he stops when you turn your phone to him. He takes it to inspect better a video that's playing on it.

His shoulders quickly square up when he sees Sully's figure being roughly dragged out of the back of a Jeep. Sam joins him when he sees his brother tense, feeling his own body tighten by the sight of his friend being held hostage.

"When was this?" Nate asks in a little worried voice.

"Yesterday, one of my contacts in Ghana sent it to me, saying you'd maybe lost your old man. People should start clarifying now aren't they?"

"Fuck you" Sam spats, making you giggle at your own joke and down the glass, setting it on the table and pulling your legs off of it.

"Relax would you, I was joking"

You walk around the table to stand next to Nate, quickly pointing at the screen.

"You do know who those are right?"

"Yeah, that guy is Louvell, and those must be his goons" he replies, swirling his finger on the screen.

"Heard that Sullivan was going around Ivory Coast doing God knows what, they got to him and hauled his as to Ghana."

"Crap" Nathan sighs and hands you the phone back.

"We have to go get him" Sam exclaims.

"I can't leave anywhere" Nate laments, turning to face Sam. You turn on your heels and walk a little to the side, leaving both the men to deliberate. You wonder what was the issue with Elena, because Nate had tried to tell you something about her but you'd interrupted, and now listening to the conversation that was heated but still hushed, your interest was peaked.

At some point Sam spats "I'm now going with her" making you pull a grin and walk to stand behind Nate and look at Sam with amusement.

"She's got the contacts, the resources"

"I already came here to help" you chimed in with a shrug of your shoulder.

"I'm sorry-" Sam moved a step to the side to stop facing Nate and talk to you "but you don't inspire me with trust"

"Says the one who pulls guns on people" you reply with a surprised pull of your eyebrows.

"You're sitting in the dark waiting for someone to show up and I'm the bad guy for pulling a gun on you?"

"You would have seen me if you'd checked your corners" you dismiss, knowing that the comment was going to make him upset. The result is the intended, Sam quickly walks around Nathan towards you, but Nate stops him halfway and pulls him by the arm.

"Would you two quit it?" Nate hurries in a hushed tone.

"Yes" you give Sam a scolding look, probably making his blood boil just a bit more. "Sully doesn't have much time. Now, I'm here, and we can leave for Africa tonight"

"I'm going to get Sullivan, but not with you" Sam pokes your shoulder roughly, making you clench your jaw.

"You're never doing that again if you want to keep your hand" you threaten in a low voice.

"What's happening down here?" You turn around, intending to greet Elena like nothing had happened, but you instantly gasp and pull you eyebrows into a big surprised gesture.

"Yikes" you exclaim "I mean, hi Elena" you say, closing your eyes, knowing that she wasn't going to appreciate much your reaction to her pregnant state "I'm sorry, congratulations?" You try to fix with a smile.

"Hi (Name)" she replies a little weirded out. "What are you doing here?"

"In town, thought I would come and say hi, maybe help you get your old man back. I don't mean your dad, or him" you point at your back, knowing that Sam is still behind you "but Sully"

You hear Sam chuckle in disbelief, and by the time you turn around with a mocking grin, he's back at the counter, pouring some more alcohol on his glass.

Nathan recaps a bit to Elena, who's moved to sit down at the table, you've followed and sat down at the table again with your arms crossed.

Now you've realized that Nathan is really not going anywhere, not even for Sullivan. Just one glance at Sam's direction makes you smirk, noticing that he's pulled his eyes from you the second that you looked at his direction.

"I'm going" Sam said, tunning into the conversation that Elena and Nate were having "and I agree that her coming is a good idea but I hate her already"

You smirk, letting out a chuckle.

"Sadly I didn't come here to like you" you stand up and fix your jacket "we can totally team up on this one. It would be stupid for either of us to go alone. And I have nothing better to do so I desperate want to go" you stress.

Nathan's eyes land on Sam, looking for his final approval.

Sam shruggs his shoulder, but his thinned lips and clenched jar doesn't depict the same nonchalant gesture.

"Sure" he says lowly, then leans off of the counter and begins to walk "I'll pack a bag quickly"

You nod, walking behind him just as he passes your side.

"(Name)" Nathan calls, walking with you towards the front door "don't drive Sam crazy please"

"Me?" You place your hand on your chest, pulling your eyebrows in a fake offended gesture "I could never"

You open the front door, leaning on the side of it as you wait for Sam to return.

"Who is he anyway? A new friend?" You ask, searching in Nathan's eyes. He looks down at his hands, then flicks one dismissingly.

"He's my brother"

You tilt your head back, a little smile peaking from your lips. Sam's footsteps thunder down the stairs just as you're about to say something, but you bite your tongue, giving him a quick glance.

"I see" you shrink to the side to let Sam's wide frame walk past your smaller one out the door "we can talk about it when we come back maybe"

You lift your hand to pat Nate's arm.

"Don't worry, I wouldn't let Sully die, we all know he's the only one out of the lot I truly like" you joke, then lean off of the door and look behind Nate "bye Elena!" You yell.

"Be careful!" She yells back, making you smile at the little motherly gesture she had with you.

You give Nathan one last glance of goodbye, then walk down the path, fishing your car keys out of your pocket and pressing a button.

"We going to the airport?" Sam asks, a duffle bag hangs from his shoulders as lazily as a cigarette from his lips. He sees a pair of headlights turn on a few feet away, a car pulls out and drives down, parking in front of you.

You walk around it to the driver's side, motioning at Sam to open the door.

He's very surprised when he sees that the car's empty on the inside, the driver's seat being quickly occupied by you.

"Yes, I've got a friend who's going to Africa, he can drop us off"

Sam tosses the bag on the back seat and climbs in, closing the door after he's settled.

After a few minutes of driving, you see his hand out of the corner of your eyes, then take them off the road to look at him press on the screen of the car.

You cross your arms at your chest after flicking a side handle to activate autopilot. He continues pressing buttons, and the car does all sorts of things like suddenly picking up the AC and make the fans perk up in volume, or turning on the seat massagers, making him let out a little gasp in surprise.

You are startled when the seat begins to move back a little, and he smiles throwing his own seat back, but doesn't stop fiddling with the screen and the options.

He chuckled when he saw an option called "Car-aoke", then startled himself when the windshield whippers turned on and began to scratch against the dry windshields.

"Are you fucking done?!" You say swatting his hands away and turning everything back to it's place, including your own seat.

"You're supposed to be driving" he says pointing at the steering wheel.

"You're reclining my seat back"

"I was trying to recline my own, this is a car for midgets"

"Oh my God" you sigh, holding the wheel and shaking your head.

"And I liked the seat massagers, turn those back on"

You press the option and make him smile, he leans back and links in his hands on his stomach.

"You're a nightmare" you say, tightening your hands on the wheel.

"Your worst one yet"

"Two can play this game"

"Bring it"

[inkedsoldier]

AMOR VINCIT OMNIA - Chapter Three

A/N: Chapter three of the Sam Drake x reader series is ready to be read. Enjoy and let me know what you think!

Y/N = Your name.

Y/F/N = Your first name.

Y/L/N = Your last name.

Characters: Sam Drake, Nathan Drake, Rafe Adler, Victor Sullivan, Y/N.

Warnings: angst.

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author of this story. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any previously copyrighted material. No copyright infringement is intended.

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Chapter Three

Lost

 Scotland, December 2000

Killing the person that came up with the term morning sickness was the next thing on your so-called bucket list. It was like having the most awful stomach flu of all time. Nausea appeared and disappeared again, and the urge to vomit came with just the slightest provocation. The things you normally loved to eat now made you uneasy in every possible way. Morning sickness lasted all damn day and it could go on for another five or six months. As well as the feeling you had to pee every fifteen minutes. 

You rubbed the remainders of sleep from your eyes and gazed out of the bedroom window. It was still dark outside and waking up was a harsh thing to do. Since you heard the news of your pregnancy you had talked a lot with Nate. He wasn’t planning on letting you do this alone and insisted on being the “cool uncle”. He was the only one you could talk to. You had spoken to Rafe about what was going on, but afterwards he showed no interest at all - so you decided to pull out of the Avery job. Your health was currently way more important than a ‘might not even exist pirate treasure’. You still supported Nate, whom kept working with Rafe, and you helped him when he needed your expertise. After the time you took to think, you decided to give this pregnancy your all - the baby was the last thing left of the love between you and Sam.

Flashback “Why don’t you just tell her, Sam? I see that look in your eyes. You’re in l-o-v-e.” Nate said with a smirk plastered on his face. “What? No. She is not one of those girls that fall in love with a guy like me, so why would I even try?” Sam replied. You never left his mind, you were always there; it was a strange feeling, almost overwhelming. There was something in the way you laugh that reminds him of a better self. You have a creative brain that brings magic and interest to life. From the moment Nate had introduced you to Sam, he admired you and tried to memorize every detail about you. Some call it bewitched; Nate called it love.

After finally leaving your warm bed, you grabbed one of Sam’s old oversized hoodies on your way to the living room. It still smelled like him; just like all the other clothes of him you had kept. The hoodie had a baggy fit on you, but that didn’t matter; you loved that anyway, especially now you started to show. Your stomach was growling, and you really needed some breakfast. When you opened the door, you spotted Nathan on the couch, fast asleep. He never made it to bed last night after your late-night talk, while watching some kind of Scottish talk show. Quietly you walked towards the kitchen, trying to avoid any abrupt noise that would wake up Nate, but you totally missed the box standing around the corner. Time seems to slow down when you are falling. In the seconds it took to reach the ground you knew this was going to hurt. Nate woke and jumped off the couch, taking in his surroundings as quick as possible. His heart is pounding, as if all the adrenaline in his body was released. After so many years of stealing and hunting every action is automatic. As soon as he sees you laying on the ground, he jumps over the couch and tries to help you get up. “You okay? Did you hurt yourself? What the hell happened? Shit.” Luckily, you managed to catch yourself with your hands before falling flat faced on the wooden floor. You were now as steady as a baby taking its first steps. “I’m okay, Nate. Everything is okay. I’m so sorry for waking you, I know how you need the sleep,” you spoke softly. “Don’t apologize, Y/N. There is no need to,” he told you as you carefully went on with your morning routine. You made some tea and toast for you and Nate, before lowering yourself on the couch next to him. He carefully wraps his arms around you to give you a sweet brotherly hug. He wanted to assure you that he was here for you if you needed him. It was certainly a weight lifted of your shoulders now you knew that you weren’t in this alone. Not that you were still not terrified, but it made it all a bit more bearable.

The next day Nathan was meeting with Sully in a small pub in the city. Victor Sullivan was like a father figure to Nathan. He could really use a moment to talk with him in private, maybe he would finally be able to talk about Sam’s death and the emotions he tries to hide away. You were just like Nate; hiding emotions was easier than talking about them. As he drove away in a cab, you made yourself comfortable on the couch, with a hot cup of tea on the side table and a documentary about the Titanic on the television. Your eyes started to feel heavier and heavier, sending you into a dreamless sleep.

Around two hours later you got woken up by a strong ache. With the most recent check-up the doctor told you cramps were normal during pregnancy, so it didn’t concern you at first, but after about ten minutes they became stronger by the minute. You tried to steady yourself to walk to the kitchen to grab a glass of water so you could calm you down a bit, but as soon as you reached for the cabinet it felt like you got stabbed in your abdomen. Your legs felt shaky and you couldn’t support your body no more. Trembling with fear you fell to the floor wrapping your arms around your stomach in shock. You never had experienced a pain like this in your entire life.

“I’m sure she would love to see you, Sully!” Nathan told him after stepping out of the cab bringing them to the flat he now called home. “The last couple of weeks have been tough on both of us, but she is stronger than anyone I know. To be honest, I don’t know if I would have been here if it was not for her. She is like a little sister to me and remembers me that I’m not alone,” Nathan tells him while putting the key into the lock to open the door to the apartment. “I’m not sure what to think about Rafe at the moment. He is obsessed with the treasure, and…,” he wasn’t able to finish his sentence as he heard your cries coming from the kitchen. The two men rush inside and notice you holding onto one of the lower cabinets with one hand and your other hand on your stomach. Nathan couldn’t believe his eyes; there was a blood stain in your shorts, and you were gasping for air. “Sully, call the emergency number!”

  Flashback The telephone’s ring pierced the silence, and your heart rose to your throat as you walked across the room and picked up the handheld. “Hello?” you said softly. “Hey kid, how are you holding up?” the familiar voice spoke. “Sully! Hey, how are you doing? I’m doing okay. Still a bit shaken, but so far so good. Nate told me he spoke to you about the whole baby thing,” you told him while walking towards the couch. “Yeah, he was worried, sweetheart. I hope you are not mad at him for telling me,” he asked you. “No, of course not. I’m actually glad he told you. I don’t think I had the strength to do it at that moment… I’m terrified, Sully” you spoke with tears filling your eyes. “Don’t be, sweetheart. Both me and Nate are here for you. I’ll come visit as soon as possible to drop some stuff at your place and talk to Nate and you, okay?” Knowing that Sully would soon come to visit made you happy, “I would love that. Thanks for calling, Sully! Bye.”

Early next morning You lay there, keeping your eyes closed, matching your breathing to the beeping of the machines that surrounded the bed. There was only one indication of existence, one heartbeat. Your legs were numb, and your eyes swollen. You slowly tried to open them as you meet the disappointing view of a cream coloured hospital room. As you slid your eyes sideways, you notice that Nathan and Sully had fallen asleep. There was a stagnant smell in the air with a hint of hospital food. While turning your eyes back to the ceiling a tear fell down your pale cheek. Your heart is hammering inside your chest, and breaths come in gasps as you feel the panic rise. The pain of loss hit again out of nowhere, racking your body with sobs. Why the hell was this shit happening to you? Haven’t you lost enough already? Today you lost the last thing that connected you with Sam; heaven just welcomed another angel.

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Helpless when she smiles | Chapter 50 [Sam Drake x PlusSize!Reader]

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Sam ran next to the bed, where your unconscious body was laying, oxygen mask on your face, blood pouch giving you blood from your arm, when the ambulance staff rushed with you inside the hospital, where the nurses were were already waiting for you. 

“Young woman, lost lots of blood, got already one bag of blood on the way to the hospital, blood pressure getting lower, the pulse is weak.” - the ambulance staff started to inform the nurse as he gave her the blood pouch when she took his place next to you. 

“Twin birth eight days ago had been bleeding a little since then, significant other found her unconscious from the shower.”

“Doctors are ready to take her into the surgery. We’ll take her from here.” - the nurse told, the ambulance staff gave the lead to the nurses and left you in their hands. Sam kept running next to you, holding your hand, repeating your name over and over again, unable to hear what everyone was talking around him as everyone stopped moving when they needed to get Sam to leave you so they could take you to the surgery. 

“Sir?” - one of the nurses placed her hand on his arm, but he couldn’t move his eyes from you, his eyes were glued on you when he was desperately waiting for you to open your eyes.

If he had only came to look at you sooner. He should have realized that the shower was on too long without changing noises. He should have sensed something was wrong.

“Sir, we need to take her to the surgery.” - the nurse called him again, this time catching his attention as he turned to look at the nurse with red and teary eyes.

“She will be in good hands.” - the nurse smiled small, rubbing his arm as Sam turned to look at you once more, his mind being scared that this would be the last time he sees you. 

Your face had got it’s color back when the ambulance staff gave you some blood on the way to the hospital. He leaned down to kiss long your forehead, and he leaned his own against it and whispered;

“I’ll be right here waiting for you baby.”

The nurses started moving with you again, as one of the nurses stayed with Sam, who was watching how nursed pushed you in the bed toward the hall to the surgery. 

“Sir, I need you to come with me to give me some information.” - finally, the nurse broke the silence, touching his arm to catch his attention again, while Sam wiped his face with the back of his hand to dry away the tears.

“Can I call my brother first?” - his words were barely a whisper, he was not able to look at the nurse, who nodded and answered silently to him while starting to walk, Sam following her while fishing his phone from his pocket to call his brother to come to the hospital immediately.

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The nurse took Sam to the room and asked some questions about what had happened for the last few days. About your symptoms and everything. 

Sam told everything he just could. 

There wasn't much he could had to tell, because he didn't knew how much you had been actually bleeding. 

You were saying it was like you had got your periods back, but you never told him anything worrying. 

Finally, heavy steps echoed on the main hall of the hospital, heading outside when Sam made his way to see if there were anyone smoking in front of the hospital so he can ask some cigarette. He surely needed one right now. 

Before he managed to reach to main doors, his brother and Elena with little Cassie walked inside from the front doors, seeing older Drake stopping on his place when seeing them. 

“Sam, what happened?” - Nathan asked his brother as he rushed to his older brother.

“I found her unconscious in the shower. She was heavily bleeding and had lost a lot of blood.” 

“She didn’t bleed before?” - Elena asked while giving Cassie to his uncle's arms when she was wiggling herself, reaching her tiny hands toward Sam and whining quietly.

As Sam took her in his arms, she immediately wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, hugging him tightly as he hid his face in her golden hair, when she comforted him even she didn’t quite understood what was happening. But she surely knew he was sad. 

“She was, but the doctors said it is normal to bleed for few weeks. But I don’t know how badly she had been bleeding since she didn’t tell me.” - he looked at his brother and sister-in-law while hugging his niece and rocking her gently, as returning worried expressions with Nathan and Elena. 

“What are they going to do with her?” - Nathan asked as he wrapped his arm around his wife’s form, pulling her closer to him.

Sam swallowed hard to get the lump away from his throat. He knew only that they took you to the surgery so they can look where the bleeding was coming for and why.

He shook his head when he didn’t knew what to answer since he didn’t knew what they were going to do to you.

They headed to the hallway to wait for the doctors to give the information about you. 

Every minute felt like an eternity.

“Mr. Drake?” 

Jumping up from his seat after hearing his name, Sam looked at the doctor who walked toward him, as he desperately waited for him to tell that you were okay.

As he was looking at the doctor coming closer, he knew it was no good news.

His chest clenched in the most painful way when he was preparing himself for the worst news ever.

“Is she okay?” - his voice was trembling when, cracking, when he was in the verge of breaking down.

The doctor stepped closer, making Sam’s heart skip a few beats between his rapid heartbeats, his breathing getting heavier, almost unstable. 

“We found the bleeding point, but we discovered her uterus is very badly infected.”

Nathan and Elena stood behind Sam, to hear what the doctor was telling him. 

“The risk she won’t survive if we won’t remove her uterus is almost a hundred percent.”

“What do you mean?” - Sam was unable to understand what the doctor was referring to, he didn't actually want to understand.

“The only way to save her life is to remove her uterus.”

Sam closed his eyes and swallowed, as he heard Elena gasping behind him, as she hid her face into Nathan’s shoulder.

Neither of you didn’t talk about having more kids. Hell - not long ago he was sure he never even wanted kids.

But now when he had two of his own and the most perfect woman what the earth would carry, he had started to dream about a big family.

But now it looked like he never going to have that.

“She had put you on her contact person, so it is up to you what we are going to do. There is a risk of complications if the infection had spread, and - “ - Doctor didn’t manage to end his sentence when Sam spoke;

“Do whatever you need to do so my children can grow up with their mother.”

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Scrapes and bruises littered your body, but you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over you. As the soapy, warm water engulfed your figure, you began to relax and collect your thoughts.

You’re safe... at least, for the time being. You’re terrified to think of what might happen when you leave this room. Your mind drifted back to all the happy memories you experienced and you smiled weakly. Revisiting the dreadful memory that took place afterwards was inevitable. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you relived the most difficult times of your life.

You wiped the tears from your eyes and let out a soft exhale. That stranger you encountered somehow opened your eyes and gave you hope. He seemed trustworthy and kind, but could you learn to trust again? You weren’t entirely certain. But for now, the only thing you needed to do was to find the necessary courage and strength to face him again.

After your bath, Sam helped you disinfect some cuts on your arms and face. You acquired them in a struggle to protect yourself - to defend your integrity.

This was what you wanted the man in front of you to believe. After all, he was just stranger you would never cross paths with again. To put it simply, when you have recovered you would have to leave Sam to return to your arduous journey once again.

Nobody really had your back in the real world. It’s always been just you working your butt off trying so hard to make ends meet day after day. The long journey put your survival skills to the test. Up until now, you have been travelling high and low to return to the place you once called home. With very little money and food, you’re surprised you even made it this far. And it had been really hard. It seemed like the whole world wanted to see you suffer, but instead you only grew stronger. You developed a lust for life you had never felt before and manipulation happened to be your area of expertise. Whenever an opportunity arose for you to put your skills to use you never declined. Hurting people had never been your intention, so you used your words to get what you wanted.

Up until this point, your life had been a continuous obstacle course and you did not have the time to dedicate to the life you always wanted.

The only people who ever truly loved you, were your parents. But after their unfortunate passings, your relatives did everything they could to cut you out and claim your parents’ estate. And they eventually succeeded.

If eliminating your mom and dad had been easy, you certainly weren’t viewed as a threat.

You were hungry for revenge, as it was the only thing that fueled you each and every morning. All you wanted to do was to avenge your family name after your so called “family” walked all over it.

Revisiting your thoughts about your revenge filled you to the brim with anger and resentment.

"There you go," Sam murmured under his breath as he carefully placed the last bandage on your forehead. "Good as new!"

"Thank you,” you lifted your face to meet his soft gaze. “I apologize for being such a bother,” you averted your eyes.

"No worries! Really! I enjoyed your company.” Sam shrugged with a grin and added, “I had nothing better to do, I guess you could say.”

You looked up to meet his twinkling, hazel eyes. Upon meeting his steady gaze, a  strange but familiar feeling set into your soul. You felt a sense of protection that you had not felt in years.

Sam gave you a small pat on the back, breaking the intense moment the two of you shared. “Whaddaya say we grab a bite to eat? I'm starving.”

You agreed with a nod, “I wouldn’t mind some food right about now.”

"Preach it, Sister,” Sam joked, attempting to lighten the mood. “What would like to eat?"

You giggled, "Whatever is fine with me.”

"Alright. There’s this place nearby that makes the BEST sandwiches. Stay put ‘till I come back, and... take a nap, you could really use one,” the man spoke before heading out the door.

Just outside the door, Sam began to grow angry. He couldn’t help it- he was hosting a stranger who had suffered extreme violence few hours earlier.

Moreover, the person who Sam would have liked to meet had decided not to show up yet again.

It had been months since last time he had heard from the woman he had loved so intensely that he still had reoccuring dreams about her.

"Why?" was the usual question he asked himself. It didn’t make very much sense. A wise person once told him that if you love something, you should let it go. If it returns to you, then it was meant to be. But if not, then maybe letting them go was the right thing to do. But in his case, he was still waiting.

Sam shoved his hands in pockets and continued his trek to the nearest 24-hour market. Along the motel driveway, he noticed that there were no lights, and darkness enveloped everything within the perimeter.

He was alone, but that wasn’t the worst part. It was the fact was that he was alone with his thoughts and fears that sucked. The darkness seemed to envelope him completely and has recently become extremely difficult to ignore. It caused Sam to feel uncomfortable.

Technically he had endured worse things, like Panama, for example. The excruciating pain of three bullets wedged in his body, and the mental trauma in which he and Nathan endured were enough to scar him as a kid.

Sam reluctantly pushed his thoughts to the back of his mind as soon as the market sign appeared just across the street.

He ordered as quickly as possible because he didn't want to leave you on your own for too long. Besides the sandwiches, he grabbed a sturdy bottle of hard liquor, as well as a bottle of water and a couple of chocolate bars in an effort to cheer you up.

Once he retrieved the long awaited sandwiches, he swiftly made his way to the cash register to pay for his groceries.

The cashier was a hot blonde chick that was chewing gum noisily and if it wasn't for that annoying detail, Sam would have probably flirted with her.

"How much do I owe you?"

"Forty dollars and sixty nine cents, babe,” she flashed a flirty grin Sam’s way and twirled a strand of her golden hair around her finger.

As Sam searched for the change, the woman placed her elbows on the countertop and leaned forward. She pushed her arms closer together, causing her breasts to spill from her top. "Sixty nine is my favorite number," she commented, pursing her lips.

Sam’s growing bulge twitched as he watched the attractive blonde in front of him, accidentally knocking the sandwiches fell to the floor. He ran his hand through his well coiffed hair with a smirk and turned to face her. “Mine too,” he winked.

He picked up his fallen items off of the ground and left in a hasty manner. Fuck, either I still have effect on women or that chick was REALLY horny. Sam thought to himself as he lit a cigarette and walked back to the motel.

When the motel came into view, Sam disposed of his cigarette and searched for a trash can like all good people do.

He spotted one to the right of him and as soon as he lifted the lid, something caught his attention. Inside there was a backpack. Sam’s curiosity got the best of him which caused him to instinctively reach his arm out and grab it.

Sam opened it carefully and peeked inside. There were clothes, some books and a notebook with a bold sticker on the front cover.

A name was written on it: Y/F/N Y/L/N.

It was your diary.

He frowned, feeling uneasy. With a sigh, he opened the journal and flipped through the pages.

"...what?!" he gasped.

“I can’t believe this”, Sam angrily shoved the journal into the bag. How could she have taken advantage of his kindness? If there was one thing Sam Drake could not stand, it was was being mistaken for a fool.

At least not in that precise moment of his life.

He then hit the road back to the motel.