#uncharted x reader

ASOIAF

A Knight Of The Seven Kingdoms

Thoughts about Lyonel Baratheon:

modern au!, siblings

Lyonel Baratheon's wife saga:

Mediations – Lyonel Baratheon x wife!reader

summary: There is no such thing in the world that would cool down Lyonel's spirit, but when intercession is needed and his lady wife has to put up a good word for him – well, then even the Laughing Storm can sense the seriousness. Who would have guessed that the spooked deer he married would turn not only into his true friend but also the closest advisor?

Name the riches – Lyonel Baratheon x wife!reader

summary: Lyonel plays a game of provocation to stir some audacity in his newlywed wife, but she is quick to catch up after realizing the position she holds. Lord Baratheon’s assurances that he is not a jealous man turn out to be dramatically untrue.

Mark of the Stags – Lyonel Baratheon x wife!reader

summary: Lady Baratheon wakes up next to her husband after a long, frantic night. The only unusual thing is the ache on her skin that happens not to be a bruise, neither Lyonel's worshiping touch. The marks on their bodies don’t seem to worry the Lord very much, though. He is, in fact, quite thrilled.

Faint memory, promising pathways – Lyonel Baratheon x wife!reader

summary: Lord Baratheon is too occupied with the presence of his darling wife to follow his companions. He claims to remember the way… Well, nature isn't so bad, after all, then why not spend the whole day away from the castle?

Harlots’ rank [request] – Lyonel Baratheon x wife!reader

summary: Lord Baratheon has to face a fact hard to swallow – that his darling wife thinks of him as a disloyal dog...

Lady of Heartache [request] – Lyonel Baratheon x wife!reader

summary: The only people afraid of Lord Baratheon were men, but how could you know that? You heard warnings about him and the duties of a wife too often to not let them get to you.

The Backbone and Gravity [request] – Lyonel Baratheon x wife!reader

summary: Some proud stormlanders could argue that impassive and deliberate were not words to describe a storm. They existed to be rapid and to destroy, did they not? Lord Baratheon, though, knows that the loudest, most ruthless thunder comes only with his wife’s merciless stare..

The Stranger’s heiress [request] – Lyonel Baratheon x deity!reader

summary: During his travel to seal a new partnership, Lord Baratheon is met with a strange messenger sent to House Horpe. The veil and cowl fail to hide the lady’s true identity, and soon enough, Lyonel finds himself mesmerized by what others see as fearsome and cursed. Customs happen to mean very little for him, though, when there is a divine woman to save.

Fair Trading [request] – Lyonel Baratheon x Dornish!reader

summary: The fierceness of a storm and dornish habits don’t seem to match each other very well, but perhaps Lyonel Baratheon is not that much of a true abrupt stormlander. Or maybe it’s just that you, a princess of Dorne, can find it in your heart to accept such a stormlander as your man.

Blood makes noise [request] – Lyonel Baratheon x Bracken!reader

summary: Lyonel always said it is all about honor, protecting the good name of his house and kins. If he was truly honest, though – well, he would have to say he walked this earth for fun and the thrill of some risk. Oh, and impressing his lady wife all over again!

Knight's mercy [request] – Lyonel Baratheon x witch!reader

summary: Everyone would benefit from Lyonel keeping his new friendships to himself, but there was also no one who could stop him. Now after the worst experience of his life, ser Duncan has to bear the intrusive presence of Lord Baratheon and the – so called – witch, that he somehow convinced to stick around…

Culprits [request] – Lyonel Baratheon x witch!reader

summary: Just like any other dark time the plague brings the need to search for culprits. It also seems that the Baratheons’ subjects forgot what a true fury of their lord is.

Harbingers of sorrow – Baelor Targaryen x wife!reader

summary: Terrifying visions that surround your husband with blood and pain keep appearing in your sleep, and despite his assurance, you decide to ask for advice that turns out to be meaningless.

[Part 2 – Blood’s Devotion]

[Part 3 – Brother's Love] i'm struggling here okay

Humiliation – Baelor Targaryen x wife!reader

summary: Baelor Targaryen's wife losing her temper awakes some unexpected possessiveness in the prince...

Summertime – dilf!Baelor Targaryen x fem!reader [modern AU]

Doubt your man – Maekar Targaryen x wife!reader

summary: If he only could, Maekar would gladly sit by his wife’s side through her whole sickness. When he finally manages to run from his duties and rush to her, he has to throw a certain man outside the chamber and care for the woman himself. Just like he prefers it.

Mourning Feast – Maekar Targaryen x fem!reader

summary: Maekar Targaryen’s bride seems to be the most tragic lady in The Seven Kingdoms. Not only is she to be wed to a man of grim and sharp reputation, but also her father gets slaughtered on her wedding day.

Hidden Presence – Maekar Targaryen x servant!reader

summary: Deep at heart Maekar is furious that it took him so long to finally meet the woman that everyone seems so suspiciously fond of. Nothing is worse than the fact that his brother beat him to it, though.

[part 2]

summary: Despite Maekar's distrustful temper, he's even worse at resisting the woman he met in the kitchens than others. In fact, he would like nothing more than to have her for himself and himself only… He fails to notice how hard that can be considering her underground trade, hidden by a shroud of mystery.

[younger! Maekar x servant!reader]

summary: Once Prince Maekar set his eyes on the most promising of all cooks, no one could pull him away from her. He is too young, too smitten, and much too prideful to hide the affair and its fruits.

My Moon, My Man – Daeron Targaryen x wife!reader

summary: An imperfect bride for a flawsome man – it was not a tragic match by any means, but the heavy shroud of expectations made affection morph into doubt. It felt like a choke, the duty imposed by House Rosby, tightening on the necks of Daeron and his wife.

Dim Refuge – Daeron Targaryen x wife!reader

summary: Life as Prince Daeron’s wife sometimes made you feel like the sky would fall on your head while you and your husband were just a pair of lambs sent to slaughter...

Lamblike – Daeron Targaryen x commoner!reader

Summary: The dragon was about to lose a tooth or two, and you weren’t having it…

House of The Dragon

Gwayne Hightower's restrained wife

Vestiges and Laments – Gwayne Hightower x reader

summary: After the battle at Rook’s Rest all Gwayne wants is you. Hopefully longing just like he is and cherishing his safe return. And yet he is met with an absence that makes his breath hitch and grim remarks he does not appreciate. Despite being a lord and a noble knight he is also nothing but a man, and how long can a man go without the comforting presence of his wife? And especially a wife who is worth worshipping, every battle and every whispered word of blasphemy?

In Body and Mind – Gwayne Hightower x bethroted!reader

summary: You weren’t even wed to Ser Gwayne yet, and it already seems like you are closer to being a widow than a wife. Still, despite the whispers of worry and alarming omens, he manages to make a promise you decide to cling to.

Runaway party – Aegon & reader & Larys rant

Game of Thrones

True Knight – Davos Seaworth x fem! Estermont reader

Complete [wc: 10k+]

Summary: Lady Estermont, there was something truly strange about her. Whenever she appeared, the weird feeling came too. In the silence and ever-humming sound of the sea, in shadows, like something watched. Watched and waited. It was not an eerie presence, just something deeply buried that screamed to be unleashed again.

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

ao3 link

Resident Evil

Anemone – Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader [southern gothic au]

summary: The idea of being married to Leon is… suitable and appropriate. He’s an older, strange cop whose presence gives some people the creeps, but apparently he is just an individual. All you seek is an opportunity for a better life… even if it might mean shattering his peace. But he shouldn’t worry, should he? You’re a good woman, after all, and the arrangement is only proper.

I still dream of violence – older!Leon S. Kennedy x fem!reader

[part 2] Angry at the waiting game

summary: When a young married couple disappears, who could be better at investigating the case than a pair of special agents used to working together and known for their high efficiency? Well, probably nobody, but someone clearly ignored the fact that one of them should retire a long time ago, and they are both too good at their job to rot in rural America. Not to forget the questionable nature of their professional relationship and mutual tension.

My Pretty Woman In a Ball Gown – Leon Kennedy x co-worker!reader [soon]

summary: Leon was not a man who asked for commitment – he simply gave it. And before a stressful gala, he is, oh, so committed to you…

old man leon x girlfirend!reader

Nothing in the world belongs to me – Leon Kennedy x neighbour!reader

summary: Affection and attachment. Strange things that Leon saw as great values, yet ones he couldn’t afford because of his job. He didn’t know if it was a sense of responsibility or fear of disappointment that made him so reluctant… Well, good thing that the famous ‘cat distribution system’ doesn’t care. Nor his luck for incredibly charming neighbours.

Miss– Mrs. Kennedy? Well, your wife… – Leon Kennedy x DSO agent!reader

Summary: You were pretty sure you preferred being strangled to death on a mission over having a phone call with a stranger… Embarrassing as it felt. Luckily, your closest co-worker is there to save you.

Forever's Gonna Start Tonight – rookie!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

summary: Leon takes care of you after a graduation ball at the police academy – just like he always does. Or perhaps this time it’s you caring for him?

The Pitt

Short thoughts about:

Brendon Park & ortho music drama

John Shen enjoying his wife's sleep routine

Fics:

Bad Visions – Jesse Van Horn x fem!reader

summary: An outburst from a patient in pain makes you rather indisposed for the rest of the day, but luckily you're not left alone. Jesse is easily known as one of the most reliable people in the ER – of course he will help his favorite coworker with making it to the end of the shift!

part two

I want it with you – FWB!Jack Abbot x fem!reader

summary: Jack Abbot is far from being badly self-conscious. Still, he’s plagued by obstinate thoughts and questions that he believed he could get rid of – all caused by the woman that he was supposed to be seeing only for one thing.

Direct Fire – Jack Abbot x SWAT!reader

summary: It is hard to consider saving somebody’s life a failure. You get gravely judged for making a mistake, though, and getting hurt in the process. Your squad mates look at you like it was nothing but a show-off. Luckily, there’s also Doctor Abbot who not only understands you to the bone, but also uses the occasion to do what he wanted for a while.

Sprezzatura – knight!Jack Abbot x princess!reader

summary: A single tear that stained the Princess’s cheek saved Jack’s life and made him bid his existence to the task of protecting her. As a Captain of the guard he finds new reasons for his devotion. They come with temptations, though, and ones Abbot can barely resist. And the Princess – she mastered the skill of effortless grace to mask the tension between her and her loyal guard. Unfortunately, an inconvenient betrothal was arranged by her father…

chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five, chapter six

True detective

young!rust cohle headcanons

Sacred bloody route – Rust Cohle x fem!reader [wc: 30k+]

summary: Rust was a heavy smoker since his late teenage years, and he picked up his liking for Camel Blues from the first woman he ever cared about. He knew she was the one part of his ‘programming’ that he would not be able to deny himself: memory of the feeling, longing for the grim days when a shred of light made it worth living. Lust can morph into love. Love – into resentment, but care… Care will remain the same.

chapters:

I. The once forgotten route, now used by many

II. Don't you love her madly? Crash!Rust Cohle x fem!reader

III. Seven horses seem to be on the mark young!Rust Cohle x fem!reader

IV. A lonely song of a deep blue dream young!Rust Cohle x fem!reader

V. Don’t you love her as she’s walking out the door? young!Rust Cohle x fem!reader

VI. All your love is gone 1995!Rust Cohle x fem!reader

VII. Void. 2012!Rust Cohle x reader

ao3 link

Call of Duty

Form and Void – ex!John Price x wife!reader x Simon Riley

summary: In all the years of your relationship with Price, you would never guess he’ll be the crazy type of ex. Prying, never losing hope, annoying one – yes, but tormenting you and bothering your kids every second he could? It made all three of you anxious, worried about your every step. For years, you had a perfect marriage, and in one second, it turned into hell. The only good thing is that you have someone to call when your ex outdoes himself by causing a scene at your work, throwing punches, and scaring innocent people. It might be tense between you and Simon afterwards, but what choice do you have?

Hunting hound – huntsman!Johnny MacTavish x fem!reader

summary: Johnny didn’t mind when you looked at him the way you would at a stray dog. He was a hunting hound, after all, and he would cherish you as his master. You weren’t his to protect and worship, though.

Distractions – Simon Riley x fem!141!reader [soon]

[part 1]

[part 2]

summary: Simon wants to make sure the recruits know who they truly deal with after learning that one of them disrespected you. He puts some teaching into the kid’s head, also interrupting your session of distraction. You were supposed to watch the loudmouthed boy, but hey, a present for Simon’s birthday won’t figure out itself! He turns out to be a lot more picky than you would think. Apparently, what he likes best is holding your hand close, walking with you as a couple, and allowing himself to forget that it’s just for the good of the mission.

Red Dead Redemption

Cold dark earth (I'll crawl home to her) – Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

summary: For years, Arthur knew no remorse. At nights he slept peacefully as long as he could feel his woman close. None of them ever begged for another chance – he couldn't imagine an angelic person like his wife would have to ask for salvation. And him? He didn’t want anything else. Yet the ransome came in the small fragile flesh. A pale body, that with its trembling shook your whole world. Arthur wasn't punished for his sins with the boy's presence, no – it was much worse. It was his son, his frail son, and his weak body, who had to bear whips aimed at his father.

Devil's resting place – Arthur Morgan x vampire!reader

summary: The fragile sepulchral finding except her charm happens to hold an unknown, eerie strength. What can be sensed by women and children remains invisible to Arthur… or perhaps it is his wish to not see what he truly lusts after?

Fellow conman? – Hosea Matthews x actress!reader

summary: Saint Denis' theatre, a house of art and majesty, gets burned down in a terrible accident, but you have a friend who will help you out. He's afraid of how you will handle the company of ruthless outlaws, but it happens that actors and criminals are much alike. Or perhaps you simply consider it a similar job? The presence of a fellow conman certainly helps you adjust, and during a robbery where the two of you play main roles, he realizes there's something more to his admiration than woman's grace and solidarity of profession.

1914 Jack Marston x wife!reader

Cyberpunk 2077

Runaway champ – Viktor Vektor x fem!V

summary: A grand champion has been craved with Viktor's help, and then a father is involved. The thing about fathers… well, they tend to turn into phantoms, hunting memories of their children, slowly creeping into their minds, taking control, and pushing them towards danger. V used to come to Viktor for everything: arguments, breakups, loss… Now she disappeared. He never really stopped looking until he was held at gunpoint and blessed with an indirect message from her to leave her alone. So he did, but still hoped. That's until 5 years later she is shoved on his doorstep by Jackie and Misty, tired, bloody and in great trouble.

ao3 link

Bloodied Boots, Envious Echoes – Johnny Silverhand x fem!V

summary: In the world of Goro Takemuras and Solomon Reeds, who would have thought that it'd be a random dude making Silverhand go crazy jealous?

Far Cry 5

The savior angel – Joseph Seed x fem!reader

Summary: You couldn't refuse to take care of this man. You wanted to, you really did, but it would be a sin dirtying you for the rest of your life. You wanted him gone and out of your life, but it was your job to help. Your call. Maybe you would feel more compassion if he weren’t your father. Your work lies long forgotten, while he, in his new health, seeks the doing of the Lord. Then Joseph Seed appears to praise your effort and direct his people towards the light. Towards the side where he is the shine.

ao3 link

Uncharted

Victor Sullivan x reader

Samuel Drake x reader

Kingdom Come: Deliverance

Rattle [request] – Henry of Skalitz x bandit!reader

summary: Henry doesn’t try to cross shady people’s paths on purpose – well, usually. Unfortunately, he has the questionable luck of stumbling over a certain outlaw and recognizes that they aren’t much of a danger due to their condition. He’s a good christian, though, so why not offer a helping hand even to those who steal from your pocket?

Fargo

Purgatory Blight – Gator Tillman x wife!reader

There was never a dull moment with Nate around.

The moment Chloe and Flynn came to Nate, mentioning Marco Polo’s missing ship that could contain hidden treasure, you knew Nate was going to do it, and as his adventure partner? You were following right beside him.

From scaling trains and mountains, you had found yourself in Nepal, deciding to take a break on the top of a ruined hotel that gave enough cover for the two of you, given that you had split up from Chloe and Flynn. 

You were just trying to take in the beautiful view. You were on an open rooftop-like part of this ruined hotel, and the landscape of Nepal was nothing short of beautiful, but your attention shifted behind you as the sound of splashing water waved in the air, then Nate’s voice:

"Marco!”

"Seriously, Nate?” That was all you could say at first as you looked back over your shoulder to see Nate, who took the opportunity to jump in the pool and be just silly like he could be sometimes, as he called out to you again:

“C’mon, Y/N. You know you wanna say it! Now, Marco!”

"You are such a manchild.” You scoffed in return, but there was no real heat to it, rolling your eyes and honestly fighting a little smile as he was surely persistent with this little, old joke:

“Marco!!”

“You’re so ridiculous,” You couldn’t help but mumble to yourself, but you had caved in, letting out after a heavy sigh, “Polo!”

"Haha! See? Wasn’t that hard!” Nate laughed, clearly enjoying himself too much since he was literally in a pool of a ruined hotel, still fully clothed, and now, playing the childish game of Marco Polo just for the joke of it because of your current expedition, and you couldn’t help but ask him:

”You know, for a guy who faces so much danger and constantly dodges certain death, you are very unserious.”

"And you’re too serious!” Nate protested defensively, but there was still that playful tone within it, his form swimming to the edge towards you, his eyes watching how your arms crossed over your chest before his gaze snapped into yours. His positive outlook was a little contagious. “Besides, there’s no way you can live a life like this without trying to make fun of it. I’d go insane if I didn’t.”

"I guess you make a good point with that one,” You admitted with a little nod, and it was no surprise that since you two had a little downtime, he was trying to drag you in on his shenanigans too:

"Now, we've got this whole pool! Jump in, Y/N!”

"No way! I’m not some crazy like you who swims with all their clothes on-”

You didn’t plan on touching that water, but Nate? He knew just how to get you to cave, your words cut off and replaced with a big gasp as he splashed up a good wave of water at you, getting the entire front part of your clothes wet, and as you just stopped and stared, both surprised and annoyed with his audacity, he kept poking at you, sarcastically so:

"Whoops!”

"You little shit!” That was all you needed now, not caring about your clothes getting soaked, jumping into the pool and right onto Nate, knocking him back into the water, and now?

You were both soaked. Nate was pretending to be oh so hurt by your ambush, meanwhile, he was also laughing his ass off while you were splashing him and shoving him, your annoyance actually turning into joy because Nate was right…this was fun.

Even still, once you had finally let up on the splashes, slicking some water away from your face, then shielding your eyes as Nate shook his hair out like a wet dog, you just had to tease him:

"Just for that? The treasure is mine when we find it.”

"Over my dead body!” Nate exclaimed. You both knew it was just banter, following it anyway as you scoffed right back:

"I deserve it for having to put up with you all the time, and you know it.”

"Oh, can it. You love me!” Nate quipped in return, a splash following as to which you dramatically groaned at, just as quick with your own quips during your banter as you shot right back:

“Love you? More like tolerate you!”

"Yeah? You weren’t saying that on our last expedition when you were all cuddled up to me!”

"Hey! It was cold, and I needed to stay warm!” You gasped in return, turning away as you suddenly felt warm, remembering the last treasure hunt you two were on. 

You two had made camp after an exhausting day, and it was just so cold for some reason that night, and Nate was so warm…so easy to cuddle up to, so comforting, his arms bringing a strong sense of security…

You had to stop thinking about that, but Nate made it impossible not to, your eyes snapping to him sharply as you heard him mumble under his breath:

"Mhm, bet you were really warm while rubbing up against my dick…”

"Oh, that’s it!” You said back with a big wave of your hand in the water that sent a big splash right into Nate’s face, but this time, as you went to pounce on him, even while blinded, he was ready. 

A squeal had left your lips as he had picked you up and then slammed you right back into the water, and you were drenched all over again, resurfacing with a gasp, then a cough, eyes shut tight and waving your hand in whatever direction:

”Okay! Enough with the water fights.”

"Ah, you finally admit defeat.” Nate grinned, never opposed to turning something into a little challenge of competition, and when your eyes opened again, you just rolled them again at Nate’s direction, giving him a pretty good and mockingly mean face and pulling another reaction out of him, “Don’t look at me like that, Y/N!”

"Just shut up. I’m done, and now my clothes need to dry, thanks to you.” You huffed in return, turning to face the edge of the pool, your hands bracing on the trim as you were ready to jump out, till you felt Nate’s arms around you, your heart jumping as a whisper flowed into your ear from behind with a low and sultry tone that you rarely heard:

"Then how about we get out of these wet clothes and I’ll warm you up, huh?”

"Warm me up, hm?” You muttered in return, already turning to putty in his hands that felt more intense against your wet clothes, his hand splayed across your stomach, the hairs on the back of your neck sticking up as his nose brushed against the shell of your ear, your lashes fluttering shut as nip and hum from him had followed:

“Mhm…”

“Damn it, Nate,” You whispered breathlessly, a deep tingle forming in your core that demanded to be satisfied, your head lolling back as his lips trailed down your neck, sucking and nipping at the open opportunity, and your body naturally followed him as your bodies floated closer to the edge, his hands making sure to squeeze your hips before lifting you up and out of the pool:

“Now, time to get out of these clothes.”

You couldn’t agree more, a trail of soaked clothes and boots leading to the open room you two had set up and damn it…he looked too damn good all wet, droplets slowly trailing against his ripples of muscle, highlighting his pecs and the slight abs that were forming across his stomach, not to mention…his dick was impressive, rock solid, and practically throbbing for you. 

You were so entranced that it startled you a little when his hands had suddenly spanked then gripped your ass tight, your hands latching to his shoulders with a little scratch of your nails, a deep and feverish flush filling you from head to toe as he took you in like some kind of goddess, his words and lips stealing your breath away in a kiss:

“Fuck, you’re even more irresistible than I imagined.”

God, even his kiss was turning you into putty and the fun was only getting started, your lips locking with his as your nails had raked up into his hair, a breathy noise escaping you as his tongue swirled with yours before nearly going down your throat and at the same time…he pulled you impossibly closer, your chest glued to his, and his body just knew how to move, his tip brushing against your thighs before sliding between, through your wet folds, that delicious friction against your clit making your thighs tremble, your nails scratching his scalp.

It already had your hips grinding into him for more of that beautiful pleasure, and he only fueled your desires more with a nip at your lower lip, making your body jolt with another spank as he murmured huskily:

“You are soaked…and not just from the pool, heh…”

"Don’t act like you’re not dying for me, right now.” You called him out, and that heated look in his eyes went to prove it, and that’s when he took a little step forward, your own footsteps following back till the back of your legs met the bed frame, and that’s when Nate’s low, heated, and surprisingly commanding tone had made that tingle in you buzz stronger:

"You’re not wrong, and that’s why you should turn around and get on the bed. On your knees.”

You just couldn’t deny that, knowing just what would come after, and so, you did as he said, turning around to face the bed, crawling on your hands and knees with a little arch in your back, able to feel how dripping wet you were, pulsating as you looked back over your shoulder to see Nate biting his lip, clearly entranced by the sight of you like this, like his own dreams and fantasies were coming to life right now.

"Right…there…” He mumbled slowly as a hot hand had latched to your hip, guiding you back just enough, his other hand palming the small of your back, arching you just a little deeper, and he even admitted in a quieter tone, “You don’t even know how I’ve thought of this before, Y/N.”

"Yeah?” You began to speak, his admission giving you a sense of satisfaction inside, ready to tease him just for your lashes to flutter from the feeling of his tip rubbing against your slit that was already trying to suck him in, your jaw falling open slightly with a soft moan once you felt that push, his thick heat making your head start to spin, and the growl that followed had made you shiver:

“Oh yeah.”

“Nate!” You gasped out next, a snap of his hips creating a clapping sound echo around you, the ache inside so sweet as his dick was already so deep inside, smacking that sweet spot just right each time and you just couldn’t help yourself, your hands curling into the thin sheet beneath you, moaning out louder for him as you threw yourself back into his thrusts and the impact was something fierce.

"Someone’s greedy, huh?” Nate couldn’t help but tease you as he watched the way you were losing yourself, his pride and ego surely fed from it too, but it also made him want to please you more, especially when you looked back at him again with your eyes blown wide from lust and pleasure, how your voice was so whiny:

"You feel so good. I’m gonna…cum!”

“You’re gonna cum?” He repeated, a whole new flame lit within him now. He needed to feel you falling apart for him, a soft cry spilling out of you as his pace kicked into a new gear, one hand latching to your arm tight to keep you still, the other reaching down and around, fingertips rapidly circling your clit, his dick pounding your walls that were pulsating quicker and harder each time you cried his name, hearing him talk to you like this for the first time sending you over the edge, “Cum on my dick, baby. Come on.”

"F-Fuuuck!” You could barely get that out with the way your heart slammed against your ribs, your grip on the sheet nearly tearing through the fabric as you arched and clamped around his girth that didn’t spare you as broke like a faucet, slicking his dick, balls and each snap of his hips made it all smear across his thighs and the back of yours and your ass.

It was so filthy but perfect, and when he pulled back, making you feel so hollow, you couldn’t help but collapse to your back, but he wasn’t done with you yet.

On your back, his hands were on your trembling thighs, yanking you so your hips were hanging off the edge of the bed, and in a swift thrust, you were whimpering out from being so hot and full of him again, his grunts filling your ears and making your spinning mind spin faster:

“God, you’re so tight. So perfect.”

“N-Nate,” You whined, your hands naturally reaching out for him as you knew you were crumbling again, looking up at him with darkened, desperate eyes as you stressed with urgency, “I’m not…gonna last again.”

"One more time, baby,” He encouraged, his hands locking with yours to pin you down, his thrusts only growing more relentless as he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer either, but he needed to feel you again, adding to the overwhelming stimulation as his head had dipped down to start kissing, sucking, and biting at your breasts, his lips latching around your nipple and sucking hard as you were crying out and writhing under him.

Then a buck of your hips, then another one, a loud call of his name spilling from your lips as your eyes rolled back, seeing all white as your nerves burned and raged, your walls clamping down on his dick even tighter, feeling a damp little puddle forming beneath you.

"Fuck, Y/N…” That groan went to show that Nate was losing himself, too. You felt so good, like you were made to take him, and the way your wet and clenching walls made him throb, ecstasy surging within him in waves with each throb, he was so, so close to saying screw it. He wanted to fill you up more than anything.

But…a louder, guttural groan shot out of him as he tensed, leaving you whining as he suddenly pulled out, his hot white seed shooting and spilling out on you, from your stomach, clear to a few droplets along your breasts.

For a long moment, there was nothing but heavy pants between you, trying to gather some senses, and somehow, you had found your voice first as you looked down at his mess against your skin, teasing in breaths:

"You'd better have an extra towel to clean me up.”

"You’re gonna need more than a towel,” He laughed breathlessly, and you had to laugh along because he was right. Still, that didn’t stop your banter as you let your body just lie back like jello, your tired eyes closed, but a smile forming on your face:

"At least it was so worth it.”

“Need a ride, princess?” he calls over the hum of the engine. 

Your gaze shifts between the man in front of you and the motorcycle between his thighs. The dark clouds looming overhead appear more ominous by the second and you weigh your options.

He’s older than you with stubble littering his cheeks and neck. The tell-tale ink of a tattoo peeks out of the collar of his jacket, and you find yourself craning your neck to figure out what it is. 

“C’mon, I won’t bite,” he urges, a grin tugging at his lips, “unless that’s your thing.” 

Your eyes narrow, “That’s not very reassuring.” 

“Sam,” he introduces himself, chuckling a little as he holds out a hand for you to take. 

His palm is warm but calloused in your hand as you shake it briefly. His fingers completely envelop your hand, and you use the opportunity to take a closer look at him. His nose is crooked like it’s been broken more times than he could count, and tufts of brown hair stuck out from under his helmet. 

Something about him is magnetic, and you find yourself climbing onto the back of his bike, your fingertips slightly digging into the firm muscles of his shoulders.

Rain begins to fall as he pulls away from the spot where you stood just moments ago, and you let out a yelp as he revs his engine, rapidly picking up speed. You wrap your arms around his waist, and the taunt muscles of his abdomen jump under your fingers. 

The rain quickly shifts from a light drizzle to a downpour, and you lean against Sam, soaking up his warmth. He finally spotted a roadside motel, the neon vacancy sign barely visible through the rain. He pulls into the parking lot, killing the engine before the both of you dismount. You make a beeline for the front office, desperate to get out of the rain. 

Sam is quick to follow you, clutching a bag in one hand and his helmet in the other. He shakes out his hair as he joins you at the front desk. 

“What do you mean you only have one room?” you question the clerk incredulously, shivering in your rain-soaked clothes. 

The clerk shrugs, “It’s the busy season.” 

“We’re in the middle of nowhere,” you argue.

“We’ll take it,” Sam cuts in, giving the clerk a placating grin. 

You narrow your eyes as the clerk drops the key into your open palm. You clench your fist around the metal as you lead Sam up the creaky steps to a small room facing the rain-streaked road. 

“Well,” Sam says as he enters the room, tossing his bag onto one of the chairs and tugging off his jacket, “it’s not the Ritz but it’ll do.” 

You snort, attempting to ignore the way his shirt clings to his shoulders. You take in your sparsely decorated surroundings, eyeing the singular bed in the middle of the room. 

“Not exactly the night you had planned, huh?” he questioned, rifling through his bag. 

You raised a brow, “You’re not gonna murder me, right? I’ve seen Psycho, I know what happens to girls in hotels.” 

Sam chuckles, “That wasn’t on the itinerary for tonight, but I think I can squeeze you in.” 

You roll your eyes before heading toward the bathroom, eager to get out of your soaked clothes. You step into the shower, sighing as the hot water tumbles over your shoulders. Slowly, the chill inside you subsides, and you massage your muscles. 

“Keep making noises like that, and I’m gonna have to join you,” Sam calls, and your cheeks flush. 

“In your dreams!” you reply, although you can’t help but wonder what Sam’s hiding under that tight shirt of his. 

Steam billows out from the bathroom door as you exit, and spare water droplets roll down your legs as you throw your bag on the chair next to Sam’s. He leans against the headboard, relaxed as he flips through the channels on the TV. 

You perch on the edge of the bed opposite of him, drying your hair. You turned your head to risk a glance at him over your shoulder. He catches you and he smirks. 

“What’s someone like you doing hitchhiking?” he inquires, tossing the remote onto the bedside table. 

You turn to face him, furrowing your brows, “Someone like me?” 

“Young, for one” he supplies, shrugging. “You’re not too bad on the eyes either.” 

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you quip before you can catch yourself. 

He raises a brow as the corners of his mouth quirk up. 

A laugh escapes him, “Didn’t know you liked ‘em older, princess.” 

“You’re not that much older than I am,” you counter. “You’re only like, what, 50?” 

Sam clutches his chest and lets out a pained groan, wincing. He leans against the headboard, and you crawl next to him to lean against the headboard, fighting the laughter that threatened to spill. 

“Am I wrong?” you ask, throwing your hands out to the side.

“I’m 47 if you must know. Still got plenty of youth in me,” he answers, crossing his arms. 

“Mhmm,” you hum, your mouth curving into a smile as your eyes linger on his form. “Prove it.” 

His eyes widen for a moment as he meets your gaze, processing your words. You slowly lean forward, hesitating for only a moment before your lips meet his. The kiss quickly deepens as Sam gets his hands on you, and it’s not long before you’re under him and his hands are wandering over your form. 

The weight of his body presses you against the mattress, and his fingertips trail up your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Your breaths mingle as he pulls away to scatter kisses across the side of your neck. His tongue grazes against your pulse point, and you gasp, tangling your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. Sam groans into your shoulder, the tent in his jeans brushing against your inner thigh. You slide your hands under Sam’s shirt, slowly nudging the fabric up his abdomen. Your brows furrow as your fingertips graze over round scars littering the spot by his hip. His muscles twitch under your touch, and he pauses just long enough to remove the offending piece of clothing before his lips are back on yours. 

Your fingers dance across his ribs, relishing every tantalizing inch of exposed skin. He slides a hand under your sleep shorts, and his fingers brush against your clothed core. Your breath catches against his lips. A shudder runs through you as he teases you through your underwear, lightly stroking your clit. 

A soft whine escapes you as you buck your hips against his hand, desperate for his touch. His free hand reaches under your shirt and he kneads your breasts, Your nipples harden under his touch. He tugs your shirt up and over your tits, just enough for him to latch onto one of your sensitive buds. 

Sam reaches between you, tugging your sleep shorts and underwear down your legs while his tongue swirls your nipple. He runs his hands across your inner thighs before swiping a finger through your dripping folds. 

“So wet for me,” he murmurs against your chest as he collects your arousal on his fingertips. 

He circles your clit before dipping down to tease your entrance. You’re a breath away from begging him to fuck you, and he’s savoring every moment of it. 

He takes mercy upon you and sinks a finger into your core, pumping it a few times as you arch against him. A breathy whine escapes you as he adds another. You savor the way he stretches you, and your mouth practically waters as your eyes drift down to the visible tent in his jeans. 

Sam follows your gaze and grins. Heat creeps up your neck as he uses his free hand to undo the button on his jeans and tug his zipper down. He frees his cock from its confines and his breath stutters as he takes his cock in his hand. 

He languidly strokes himself as he watches your pussy swallow his fingers. He extends a thumb to rub against your clit, and the familiar heat pooled in your belly. Your walls flutter against him as he juts his fingers deeper inside you, curling a little to hit the spot that had your eyes rolling in the back of your head. Sam pants as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, filling the tiny hotel room with lewd noises. 

Your release hits you as Sam drags his thumb over your clit. Your pussy holds him in a vice grip as you arch against the bed, crying out his name. He keeps moving within you, allowing you to ride out your high on his fingers.

He situates himself between your thighs, and you let him move you wherever he wants, limbs pliant as you come down from your high. 

He rubs a soothing hand over your thigh, “Think you can give me another one?” 

You jolt against him as he slides his cock through your dripping folds. He slips the tip of his cock into your entrance, and you gasp as he stretches you. Sam reaches down to draw steady circles against your clit as he inches inside you. 

Your legs wrap around him once he’s fully seated inside you, and he grabs your wrists in his hand, pinning your arms above your head. Sam gives a tentative roll of his hips, and his breath quickens as you clench around him. Your jaw drops open to release a breathy moan as his pace increases. 

Your gaze travels down his abdomen, tracing over his pecs before trailing down and over his ribs before landing down where the two of you met. You watch as his muscles ripple with each rut of his hips, his cock hitting the deepest parts within you. 

You whine as he mercilessly pounds into you, and tears prick the corners of your eyes as you cry out his name. Your tits bounce with every drag of his cock, and you feel your thoughts growing hazy, getting lost in the feeling of him. 

Sam leans down and kisses you messily and hard, a mix of tongues and teeth clashing together. He slides his tongue across your bottom lip, and a swift thrust of his hips has you gasping against his lips. He uses the opportunity to explore your mouth with his tongue.

“Feels so good, baby. Wanna feel you cum,” he slurs against your lips. 

“I’m close,” you manage to whimper out between each rut of his cock bullying itself deeper inside you. The obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with the squelching of your sopping cunt. It’s enough to make your cheeks flush. 

Sam’s grip tightened on your hands as his pace increased. The coil within you tightens and his hips stutter against your own. Both of you nearing the edge. 

With a few more punctuated rolls of his hips, you’re coming around Sam’s cock. Your entire body spasms as your orgasm crashes into you, and you screw your eyes shut. Sam lets go of your wrists and grips your hips as he pounds into you, chasing after his high. 

He falters and quickly pulls out of you before stroking his cock once and then twice. His release coats your inner thighs as he lets out a strangled groan. You whimper and clench around nothingness at the loss of him. 

You pant, attempting to catch your breath. Sam leans back on his heels from his position between your thighs. He lets out a laugh. 

The sound of jazz music faintly playing in the background helped soothe Sam's mind as he chugged his scotch down in one gulp and gently slammed it down the counter, the alcohol warming down his throat. The bar is lightened up by red and blue neon lights, complimenting the plain, bricked wall and dark wooden floor. He sensed some comfort with the designs and add to that, a couple of women were there to have a good time as him, checking them out from afar as they sway on the dancefloor and a small smile formed upon his lips as the memory of his brother calling him a 'Playboy'.

Sam thought that he will have a good time and have someone warm his bed tonight, after a week of stealing artifacts from a museum, but luck was not on his side as they got hired by a client to steal another artifact and was offered a huge amount of money, and who wouldn't turn down such a big deal?

He used the remaining time for himself to hit the bar and cool his mind off, 'Maybe next time,' he thought as he turned away from the ladies and as soon as he raised his hand to order another drink, his phone made a small 'Ding!' sound, signaling him he got a new message. Sam took his phone out and saw the text from Nate, saying he's almost there to pick him up.

Sighing, he paid for his drink and head out of the pub, inhaling the refreshing breeze of the night as it softly hit his face. Sam tried to enjoy his time before his brother picks him up and a shit ton of brainstorming will happen. This time, the relic they need to get is a six-thousand years old amulet, and the client gave the location of where it is, and it's hidden somewhere in a mansion that belonged to an old man.

This profession of theirs is dangerous and risky, but life was being rough on the Drake brothers and didn't give them an opportunity to change pathways, having no choice but be thieves for a living, working for collectors and rich, corrupted people who paid them to rob a particular item or a certain amount of money.

Sam can feel the stress getting to him and can hear his pack of cigarettes, telling him to light one of them up. He took it from his pocket and got one, getting his zippo next when he heard a couple of men around the corner. He didn't mind it at first, thinking that they're just a bunch of drunk guys hanging around until he heard a woman's firm voice and he became alert, senses that a lady got into a situation where she got cornered by a group of dirty men. He thought of the next worst thing that could occur and he wouldn't let that happen, so he put everything back in his patch and followed the sounds.

He peeked around the other side of the bar and saw six tipsy men, surrounding and trying to convince a plump lass who looks very annoyed and moved away every time they get close. Sam observed the gal and couldn't help but think of how adorable her grumpy look is, perhaps it's the reason why these bozos weren't taking her seriously despite rejecting them several times. Then a guy tried to sniff her neck, causing the woman to quickly turn around and pushed him, cursing him out and that's when Sam decided to step up, not wanting them to continue their disgusting acts, "Woah there, easy now. Just leave the lady alone, will you? You guys have a hard time understanding what 'No' means." He joined in, all of the attention is now on him and his mind is screaming at himself for not plotting first about how he could take care of all six of them without getting beaten up to death.

A lean guy scoffed and approached him, a smirk on his face as he stood in front of Sam, their height just about the same, "And who the hell are you?"

"The name's Sam."

The guy hummed and patted his shoulder, Sam could tell that the man wanted to punch him for interrupting their fun but he's holding back, "Well Sam, why don't you mind your own business and let us do our thing, hmm?"

Samuel glanced towards you and see that you're looking back at him, and he was confused at your expression because you seem to be worried for him than you were for yourself. He looked back to the guy, unfazed by his intimidating look, "What about her? It bothers me that you find this funny while she's clearly upset." He countered and reading his body language, he prepared himself for the upcoming fight.

The man snickered and just as Sam predicted, he swung his fist at him and luckily, he was able to dodge it and struck back, the force of his blow was enough to knock the guy down easily. Then someone wrapped their arm around his neck, holding him in a chokehold and the other one sent a punch to his stomach, groaning in pain and instantly gained his strength back. He kicked the guy in front of him at the abdomen and elbowed the one behind him, releasing him from the lock and took quick breaths before battering them up until they fell into a deep slumber.

The Drake panted, he was ready to fight off the three remaining guys, so he looked around for them and saw them on the ground, knocked out as well, "Holy shit..." He mumbled and snapped his face towards the woman who was panting as well. "Hey," he called out, her head whirled towards him, "You good?"

She let out an exhausted chuckle and nodded, "Yeah, I am. Not expecting to fight somebody today, though." Her breathing slowly went back to normal and wiped the dirt off from her clothes. As she did that, Sam scanned her from head to toe, she's wearing a colored nude plunge bodysuit which showed a hint of cleavage, partnered up with dark blue, ripped jeans and a pair of black kitten heels. His gaze stayed a bit longer on the curve of your breasts and hips, and quickly snapped out of his thoughts and proceeded towards her.

She saw from the corner of her eye that he came close, so she fixed her clothes and stood straightly back up, faced him, and was quite taken back by how tall and handsome he was from up close. She guessed by the few wrinkles on his face that he's maybe around 30s or older, not that it mattered if he still has the toughness to beat some ass up. "Thanks for helping me," she grinned up at him and hid her hands behind her back, fiddling her fingers as she checked Sam out. He is wearing a blue denim jacket and under that is a black V-line shirt, showing a bit of his slightly sweaty chest. Her eyes moved to his beefy biceps and almost bit her lip at how strong he looks.

Sam smirked as he noticed the way she was eyeing his body, "You're welcome, couldn't let those bastards hurt a pretty woman like you." His heart skipped a beat when she giggled at his statement, "What happened, anyway?"

She pursed her lips and looked down at the passed out bodies on the ground, "Aahhh... Well, me and my friends were heading to the bar, but my dad texted me to go home right now. My driver told me he'll be here at fifteen minutes, so I wanted to join my besties at the moment but these guys stopped me from doing so." Her eyes slightly widened in realization and it worried Sam at first, but immediately relaxes when she sniggered and pressed her hands to her cheeks, making a little pouty face which caused Sam's internal to melt in cuteness, "Silly me, I forgot to introduce myself! My name is (Y/N)."

"I'm Sam, it would've been nice to see you at the bar and maybe take you for a dance." Your cheeks became a bit red at his flirtatiousness and playfully waved him off, noticing how his voice went a bit lower as he said that and it made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

Another realization came in your mind, scolding yourself for being so forgetful around a man who made you feel certain things, "Hey, umm... Again, I wanna thank you for helping me. I don't know how I can repay you. Do you want cash?" You offered.

Sam thought about it, some fine cash for saving someone could make his day, yet with the way your cute face is staring back at his, there's something else that will make his day better, even if it's a bad idea, "Sounds good, but..." He paused, his eyes hurriedly raking your body up and down before suggesting, "I know it's bad timing and shit, but maybe a kiss is enough?" There was a pause, (Y/N) gaping at him after what he said and he felt his insides churn for asking an awful question, especially if you started to think that he's just the same as other guys.

He is beginning to regret letting himself ask such a request and hung his head, looking away from you, "S-Sorry, forget it... That probably sounds creepy," he let out a nervous laugh to lighten up the tension and his breath nearly stopped when Sam saw you walked closer to him, thinking that you're going to slap him but all those thoughts vanished when you placed your hands on his torso and stood on your tippy-toes, leaning in and placed a kiss on the right corner of his lips. His eyes almost fluttered closed at how soft your lips are, putting his hands on your hips and about to pull you closer but the kiss ended shortly and (Y/N) leaned away, a half-smirk on her lips as she saw the dreamy look on his face and waited for his reaction.

Sam let out a small, breathy chuckle, "Tease," he muttered and his eyes are locked into yours, "You could've moved a little bit more to the right, you know?"

You giggled and lightly patted his cheek, "You didn't say where, Sammy." You swore you saw his pupils dilated at the nickname and he was eyeing your lips from time to time, "I guess you should show me where?" Your arms slowly snake around his neck and started to play with his hair, twirling a lock around your finger.

Sam had no idea how he got a charming, bootylicious woman to flirt with him at the alley but right now, he just hopes that he won't fuck up the kiss that he's yearning for. He softly grabbed your chin with his index and thumb and leaned in, expecting his lips to land into those sweet lips of yours when all he felt was a chubby cheek. His brows furrowed in confusion and saw you looking in a different direction, so he followed suit and there was a car, stopped at the sideway where the both of you are, and giving a few honks to catch your attention.

"Shit..." You mumbled and looked back at Sam with slightly sad eyes, backing away from him and not missing the way he almost clung onto your shirt, "I'm sorry, Sam. I have to go now." You turned and about to fast walk when he grabbed your wrist, preventing to go further your car and you looked back at him in question.

He never felt like this with someone, afraid that he will never see that person again. He could just find another one to replace, especially if it is going to be just a fling, but seeing how you fight the bozos and tease him with your looks and words? He knew that you are something else that he might be craving in his life. Sam gulped, "Will I, uh... Will I ever see you again?"

You sighed, hoping that you will definitely see him again, but with the circumstances with your father lately, it mostly won't likely to happen, "I don't know, Sam. I don't think we will."

"Got it," Nate muttered and the lock of the balcony door opens, putting back his lock pick in his pockets and feeling the flashlight on his side, "Okay, so you still remember the plan?" He looked towards his older brother for an answer and Sam looked back at him with a look as if he isn't an expert in this.

"Of course! I'm not that old yet, Nathan." he playfully assumed as he set his hand on the knob and ready to get in business, but Nate refrained him and said, "Hmm, not long ago, you've been staring off and thinking about something. I just... don't want you to get distracted, 'kay?"

Nate was right. It has been four days and he was still thinking back to what happened at the alley. His mind was full of you all day, asking himself questions like what would have happened if he did kiss you on the lips, or maybe had a dance with you at the bar and it could lead to something more fun. He wasn't able to focus during the preparation of the scheme and brushing it off when someone points it out, and it made Nate and Sully concern about his behavior because he is never like this before. Now, the Drake brothers were at the terrace at the midnight at one of the luxurious mansions they have broken into while Sully is waiting for them behind the house, outside the gates. They were successful in hacking the security system and the next step is to find the location of where the talisman is, gonna knock some of the guards out if necessary.

Sam took a deep breath and lifted his shoulder in a half shrug, "I'm fine, let's just get the thing, shall we?" He dismissed and carefully opened the door, checking both ways before entering without making a loud noise. There are some lamps that dimly lit the house and the bright moon providing some light through the windows, which helped them see the way and scan the rooms and hallways for watchmen.

Halfway through the process, a few guards have their neck snapped by the intruders and they finally found the room, all they have to do now is to pick with the lock and that is Nate's job while Sam was glancing around and listening to make sure no one saw them as he helped by holding the flashlight.

A huge relief coursed through their veins when they heard a sound of the lock unlocking, the imaginary sight of the money they're going to receive just at the tip of their fingers and those thoughts immediately vanish into thin air when they heard cocked guns and they can feel the muzzle pressed behind the back of their head, freezing at the spot and slowly raised their hands in surrender, "Fuck..." Sam muttered and dropped the flash from his hand.

"¡Ven y átales las manos, rápido!" Come and tie their hands, quickly! A guy commanded and another one came up and got a hold of their wrist, cuffing it behind their back and forced them to turn around, seeing a load of guards with big guns and both of them gulped, they could have just shot them right then and there and that's the tragic ending of the Drake brothers.

"Hey, take it easy, man," Nate grumbled as they are both surrounded by the armed men and pushed them, physically telling them to walk forward as they lead them downstairs.

Sam hummed, expecting this night to go through smoothly and not guide them through their last moments of being thieves, "It looks like this is it. Huh, brother?"

"Don't say that, Sam." Nate glared at him for thinking that this is the end, but he couldn't deny the feeling as well, feeling deflated that this is their final adventure.

"Just saying it in advance, just in case." They were taken to a large living room and the guards pushed them on their knees. They heard a pair of guards came in and turned their heads, seeing Sully cuffed behind his back and put him in the same position as them. Victor groaned in pain when his knees came in contact with the hard, marble floor, "Jesus, you said there won't be that many."

"I didn't know that it'll be this many."

"Told you, we should've brought guns." Sam quietly bickered.

Nate sighed, "I know."

"Silencio!" A gruff voice shouted and they flinched on how strong his accent is, the sound of footsteps getting louder and louder, and all of them lifted their chins to identify the source of the sound and they couldn't believe what their eyes are seeing right now. A feared crime lord came in, also being known as Hector Alcazar, stopped in front of them, a scowl on his face and threw his hands up, "Mira lo que tenemos aquí, another bunch of thieves!" Look what we have here... He exclaimed and grabbed a handgun from one of his men.

The three of them were terrified that the Hector Alcazar was a foot away from them, god knows what his cruel mind is thinking next. They were definitely not looking forward to meeting the Butcher of Panama, knowing how violent and ruthless he can be to his victims and enemies.

Hector inspected each of them and the one that interested him was Sam, so he approached him and lowered himself to his level, kneeling down and snickered when he saw the terrified look in his eyes, "What are you hijos de puta doing in my damn house?"

Sam swallowed the lump in his throat and reluctantly answered, "We were t-trying to get the amulet and supposedly bring it to our client for a hundred grand." He explained shortly as he cringed at the weakness of his voice and was surprised when Hector let out an amused cackle, his chuckle echoing across the room.

After a moment, his laughter slowly died and his hand was on his belly to relax his breathing, "You tontos!" fools! He called as he stood up and the small smile on his face instantly dropped, "Lástima que no lo tendrás." Too bad you won't have it. He positioned the gun on Sam's head and the other two were quick to protest, panicked.

"Papa!"

Samuel was bracing himself for his death, but hearing that voice again had his mouth open, even Hector was halted from pulling the trigger. They all looked up from the staircase and the moment he saw the person, his heart leaped with excitement regardless of the current situation.

There you were, wearing a silky, robe that goes above your knees and you had your hair tied into a ponytail, a few baby hairs sticking out. You were focused on your phone with your brows furrowed in annoyance and your fingers repeatedly tapped on the screen as you stopped halfway the stairs, seems like you're texting somebody.

Alcazar groaned as he palmed his face with his hand and walked closer to the stairwell, looking up at you, "¡Hija, se supone que debes estar en tu habitación!" Daughter, you're supposed to be in your room!

Both the brothers' eyes widened in shock, clearly understanding the language and catching that one specific word caught them off guard. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, not surprised to be told to go to her room whenever her father is doing his dirty business, "Lo sé, but tío keeps on texting me about your- Sam?" She finally averted from her phone and looked at the living room, seeing the armed men around but a certain, handsome someone caught her attention. The two of you stared at each other, your heart drumming in delight once your eyes locked with the familiar brown ones.

Sam let out an awkward chuckle, "H-Hi, gorgeous."

The term ‘hotel sex’ needs no further explanation. 

Neither does the phrase ‘shower sex’.

And certainly not the implication you make when you rustle Sam and Nate between the billowing, white cool of hotel comforters when you whisper for a ‘wake up call’, either— soft kisses trailing down bridges of noses and even softer smiles blooming across flushed faces. 

The water skids warm and peppered into the air and down the backs of your thighs with every thrust. Nate was feeling more generous than usual this morning— or maybe still just a little high from last night. Because, just the same, all he does is smile and hold your face in his hands as Sam makes love from behind. 

The sun speckles in from the window above the shower tiles and sheds them both in light. Sam’s tan collides into your skin and the sound has you crooning, heart beating out of your chest in sprinkles and icing and everything that’s good and delicious and mercifully self-indulgent. And even when Sam makes this warm, breezy laugh on a playful slap against your ass ( bratty thing won’t stop no matter how many times you tell him not to ), Nate just keeps on smiling. He’s surprisingly quiet this morning. No complaints. No whining. No jealousy. Just watches sweetly as the sun rolls down your face and pleasure warps your features into something you plead the world is beautiful. 

But you already know that they are.

“Pretty little thing…”

Sam coos tenderly, wistfully as his strong hands creep up your hip, the folds of your bent waist, your heaving chest, your neck. And he holds you there with impossible gentility. You’ve always loved his hands. Strong. Gentle. Versatile. Contradictory. Learning . He learns to not take so hard, to not steal and brutalize, and grows to appreciate, instead. His pleasure won’t run so long as you’re here. Not on a Sunday morning in a hotel room suite none of you had to pay for: the day after a successful heist and one last afternoon to roam the city for everyday adventure. Maybe dance to the mariachi bands in the plaza. Maybe rent some kayaks and float out around the marina. Maybe stay here all day and watch ‘80s movies til the second you want another round. And another. 

And another.

You giggle when Sam’s hand moves down to touch your chest and squeezes there gratefully, driving laughter out of you like music.

And the sound is evident music to Nate’s ears, too, because that’s when his smile starts growing wider, bright eyes searching yours for pleasure, crinkling at the corners in a lovable crow’s feet. You love it when his eyes look like that.

“Pretty…” You repeat distantly into Nathan’s gaze, heart hazy and mind filled with nothing but lavish fantasies and the extraneous sleep and smoke yet to roll off. You watch where the sun hits his baby blues and turns them into close-gate community pools on the hottest day of summer. He glows. He glimmers. He satisfies something unnamable. And he’s an angel, touching your face against heaven while another man fucks you.

He’s so fucking pretty.

But just how wet you are causes Sam to slip, and all of a sudden all three of you are giggling as he tries to reenter, and fails. Tries again… fails again. And Nate trades one of his hands for your hip to hold you steady on the third. You tremor. God, you love his skin on yours. You squeal as his head finds the angle. And it’s only then that Sam fills you once again.

Fuuuuuuck.

His size, his width, his warmth inside yours tears all the breath from your lungs. You can’t breathe. There’s not enough room. And it makes you squirm the way he doesn’t immediately take, instead opting for the slowest grind he’s ever given. He makes you feel everything he has.

It’s too overwhelming. You need support. You need escape. 

And so your forehead falls hard against Nathan’s chest as Sam crumples your body under his strength, his complete lack of mercy… his intimacy. Freedom from prison has finally taught him time. There’s finally time. And he uses it against you with so much tenderness that it wraps back around to cruelty. You gasp for air, panting in too much humidity from a downpour you all should’ve turned off an hour ago, and Nate grazes a careful palm over the crown of your head. Encouraging. Relieves Sam’s weight for Nathan’s soft.

And you want to look at him. You want to make him happy. You want to share it with him. And so you crane your neck high and peep up at him from against his chest. He’s ample and plush there, soft and malleable, everything your lips, hands, tongue seek to draw ecstasy from. Your favorite pillow when the anxiety sets in deeper than you can swim. And you crane your neck high and plant your chin there pliantly, yearning up at him with hazy eyes and a heart too big for too small a body to hold.

And you match his dazed, loving smile with your own.

“That’s my girl.” He whispers. 

Your favorite words in the English language.

“Feel good?” He induces, his fingertip curving down your cheek in a soothing, beckoning stroke. Skin strong, bones strong, force strong— and all of it meaningless in a world like yours.

Because it does. By god, it does.

“Yes,” the confession rasps just barely past the sounds of falling water, your own manic breathing against abrasive fog, the squeak of Sam’s cock pumping hard inside of you— and the chuckle that follows when he adjusts for a softer angle. 

“Shit, I’m-gonna-come.” Sam doesn’t even have to say it before you know. 

Everything happens so fast. Every sound, every movement. So it makes sense that the second the sentiment leaves his lips, you’re scurrying in frantic leaps for a last admission. Like you’ll die before you get to confess something so small. So simple.   

So important. 

“I… I wanna go swimming today.”

You only realize how stupid it sounds when Sam and Nate chuckle incredulously in response. 

“What?” Nathan asks first, smile wide and warm and toothy, crows feet carving into his face like some unbeknownstly beautiful form of embroidery. But you fear no embarrassment from them. Shame has withered under all the love you have. You’re not afraid anymore.

“In the marina. With you two.” You beg wistfully. 

And another laugh, harmony echoing in your ears, in your heart, everywhere you want them inside of you. 

“Of course… It’d be an honor.” Nathan twinkles before your eyes with a smile that makes the sun itself look cold. Grazes his palm down your cheek and sighs breathlessly in the same way he always does. The same way that never, ever grows old. 

You state the obvious: “It’ll be warm today.”

“It’s warm in here.” Sam coaxes in resistant reply, and all three of you giggle in tow. 

He’s not wrong.

“I mean it, Sam.”

“Tonight?” Nate offers mischievously as the steam rises and draws highlights across your skin like porcelain glaze. Draws a compromise. “...Skinny dipping?”

“I’d love that.”

You’d fucking love that.

“Yeah,” as Sam gasps along the precipice. 

“Need enough time for my turn,” And Nathan’s restlessly loving gasp is what causes the whole world to spin. Where your soul thrives and survives: in a hotel suite shower in southern Tana. “It’ll be a while. If that’s alright with you.” 

He whispers as he smooths his thumb down your chin. Places space in your clay for his mark, brings his other hand back between his legs and brings his pleasure back home to him. To bring back home to you. Makes you his when you don’t belong to anybody.

When you belong to two.

And always, just as it always does, your speech resounds in lovesick return: “Sounds like a plan.”

Suddenly, the once soft movement beneath breaks abrupt into frenetics, desperation, and it’s only now you notice Sam’s hands hold to the point of bruising— below your neck, beneath your tits, ones from Tuesday, Wednesday, Saturday still stinging along your hip. Any sentiment you had remaining to say is whipped from your chest, and the air right along with it. Your body knows nothing but spiking hot pleasure as he rushes you to climax. There is no thought. No future. No purpose to be fulfilled other than pleasure.

“And…” Nate punctuates smirkingly as Sam hilts inside you, hips hitting hard and sending you both to most blissful purgatory. “It sounds like that’s right about now.”

Because there’s never a time that Nate doesn’t smirk.

But if you were in any state further from death— made comatose by warm, kind, calloused hands from every angle— you would know the truth:

There’s never a time that Nate doesn’t smile when you come.

Because your joy is no longer your own anymore.