Request: Hi , may I request a Nathan cleary x wife actress Latina American , imagine where she sings at his game and watches with their children just something cute 🥰 and ends in smut? If u write that if not that’s fine
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The stadium buzzed with anticipation, a sea of maroon and black rippling under the floodlights. Penrith Panthers fans filled every seat, their chants echoing like thunder. But for her, the noise faded into a hum. All she could hear was the pounding of her heart as she stepped onto the field, mic in hand, heels sinking softly into the turf.
She adjusted the silk scarf tied around her wrist, a quiet nod to her abuela, who used to wear one just like it when she sang boleros in the kitchen. Her family had flown in from Miami for the match, and she could feel their presence like a warm breeze at her back.
Nathan stood at centre field, his gaze locked on her even as he cradled their son, Luca, in one arm. The toddler wore a miniature Panthers jersey, curls peeking out from under his cap, one hand gripping his father’s collar with sleepy trust. Nathan’s other hand rested on his hip, his stance confident but his eyes soft, watching her like she was the only thing that mattered.
She gave him a small nod, and he smiled. That smile. The one that had melted her heart the first time they met on a film set in Sydney, when she was fresh off a whirlwind press tour and he was just a rising star with a quiet charm and a wicked sidestep.
The anthem began.
Her voice rose, smooth and rich, weaving through the stadium like silk and smoke. Every note carried her pride—not just for the team, but for the man who led it. Her husband. Her home. Her heart. She sang with the fire of her heritage, the rhythm in her blood, and the grace of every woman who had come before her. The crowd roared at the final crescendo, but all she saw was Nathan, eyes glistening, Luca clapping with tiny hands.
The game was brutal. Melbourne Storm came in hard, tackles flying, tempers flaring. She watched from the family box, fingers curled around her coffee cup, nerves dancing in her stomach. Luca sat beside her, munching on popcorn, occasionally pointing at the screen and yelling “Daddy!” with the kind of joy that made her chest ache.
Nathan played like a man possessed. Every pass, every kick, every tackle. He was everywhere. And when he scored the final try, sealing a 28–14 win, the stadium erupted. She didn’t wait for the cue. She was already halfway down the tunnel, Luca bouncing in her arms.
Nathan spotted them instantly. Mud-streaked and breathless, he jogged toward them, arms wide. He lifted Luca first, spinning him in the air, then pulled her into a hug that felt like coming home. Cameras flashed, commentators chuckled, but Nathan didn’t care. He kissed her temple, whispered, “You were perfect,” and held her like the world had stopped.
Later, in their suite overlooking the city, Luca finally drifted off between them, his tiny snores soft and rhythmic. Nathan turned to her, eyes still glowing from the win, but something deeper simmering beneath.
“You were the best part of tonight,” he murmured, brushing her hair back.
She laughed, low and warm. “Even better than that try?”
He leaned in, lips grazing her collarbone. “Way better.”
The city pulsed outside, but inside, time slowed. Her dress slipped down her shoulders, his hands tracing familiar paths with reverence. They moved together like a dance—slow, deliberate, full of love and longing. Every kiss was a promise, every touch a memory. The game was over, but their night had just begun.
And in the quiet hours that followed, wrapped in each other’s arms, they celebrated a victory that was theirs alone.
I’m sorry if this is really bad >_< I might rewrite later and expand
