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Requested by anon: I would like to request a Sherlock x reader where he has been drugged and how he’s really cute and a little dirty towards her in front of John. Haha like while “high”. Just super fluffy and cute and maybe a little smutty/implied smut/ a little dirty haha. I get if you’re too busy or don’t feel like writing it, no problem. Love you.
& anon: I have a request for you (if youre still taking..?) so sherlock and john gets drunk and sherlock starts hitting on (and gets kissy and touchy) on reader which has been her girlfriend for months xD ?

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 2,026

Warnings: Just like in “The sign of three” this things gives a lot of twists.

A/N: Drunk Sherlock and Watson are my fave, I loved this so much!


Sherlock and John weren’t the kind of men to get drunk every week, however and because of the stress they had been put through in their last case, they decided to go to the bar together.

At first it was just beer and talking and complaining, but then, someone recognized Sherlock and decided to put a little something on his beer which, added up to what he had already drunk, ended up turning him into a dizzy, slurry mess.

John was drunk as well, but for a different reason: he had mixed tequila with beer.

They walked – stumbled – their way back to Baker Street. It wasn’t even ten o’clock when that happened, so both (Y/N) and Mrs. Hudson were up and sharing a cup of tea while the boys came back, doing all kinds of strange noises as they walked in that called both women’s attention.

“What are you two doing here?” Mrs. Hudson asked as she and (Y/N) walked out to the stair case where John and Sherlock were laying. (Y/N) couldn’t help but to laugh at the image and the sound of her laughter caught Sherlock’s attention.

“(Y/N)!” He cheered drunkenly, “AREN’T YOU THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BEING ON EARTH?”

“Wow, someone’s loud tonight.” She joked and Sherlock walked to her and held her tightly against his chest.

“You are sooooo beautiful!” He slurred, “And so hot, would you be my girlfriend?”

“I am already your girlfriend, Sherlock.” (Y/N) spoke clamly, unable to contain the giggle that left her lips.

“I’m such a lucky man I’m jealous of myself …” Sherlock cupped her face and started kissing her passionately, like never before. (Y/N) tried to pull away but Sherlock’s grip was tight and it wasn’t until he needed air that he let go off her.

“You’re so drunk!” She giggled.

“And you’re stunning.” Sherlock mumbled, “Delightful, splendid, a Greek muse right in front of me! DATING ME!”

“Sherlock Holmes is a poet when he’s drunk, what are the chances!” Watson spoke from behind, right before he bursted in a dry laughter. Mrs. Hudson laughed with him and then both women dragged them upstairs.

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Drunken Love (Lafayette x Reader)

Characters: Lafayette x Reader, Hercules Mulligan, John Laurens, Alexander Hamilton 

Length: 1355+ words

TW: Drinking, making out

“LAF!” you yelled upon seeing your friend walk in the bar. You slid over, effectively squishing John to the wall. Gilbert flashed a smile that would’ve made any girls’s panties drop, and waved. He swiftly took the seat beside yours, shrugging off his jacket while doing so. You were hit with a wave of his cologne, and you were ready to crawl on his lap. “Laf,” you whined, nudging your head on his head. “I’m tired.” 

“Mon ami, you’re always tired when you drink.” He chuckled, shaking his head. 

“But Laf!” you drawled out his name. “I wanna go home.“

“Mon ami, I just got here.” 

“Fine! I’ll go home by myself,” you huffed, pushing him out of the way. 

“Non, non!” He sat firm, not allowing you to move him by an inch. “You are not going home by myself.” 

“I want to go home Laffy Taffy!” 

“In a minute, okay?” Gilbert started conversing with the other boys, sipping on his beer while you tried to stay awake. Alexander was on his laptop, John was excitedly telling a story about how he got arrested for peeing in public once, and Hercules was booming with laughters. You felt bad for clinging onto Gilbert, but he was the only you trusted to take you home safely without making bad decisions on the way. Last time John took you home, you were both drunk, and got a pet iguana- from where, you did not know. But now, John has a pet iguana to go with his turtle. 

“Uh, Laf?” John called his friend. “I think Y/N’s asleep.” 

And you were out like a light, leaning on John’s shoulder with no care in the world. 

“I guess it’s time to take the princesse home.” Gilbert grabbed his jacket, and picked Y/N up. Luckily he had a car. 

“Lemme help you,” Hercules offered sympathetically. He helped open the doors to the bar, and Gilbert’s car, wishing him good luck before going back in the bar. 

“Oh mon chou, what am I going to do with you?” Gilbert laughed, shaking his head. He drove you to your apartment, using the spare key you had given him, and made your way to your bedroom. It was almost second nature to the Frenchman. He no longer struggled getting the doors open, or hesitating to press the elevator button in fear on hitting your body parts. It was like clockwork. He gingerly placed you on your bed, taking off your shoes, and stripping your jacket. Then, he placed the blankets over you while taking the time to stroke your face gently. You stirred, paling in and out of consciousness during the time you were with Gilbert. He grabbed the water from your nightstand, and placed it near your lips, urging you to drink the whole glass. “Mon amour, vous êtes à beau. (My love, you are so beautiful.)” You’ve always noticed how his voice gets lower when he speaks in his native language, and it made butterflies fly in your stomach. You felt yourself lose your battle to sleep again, but you fought to stay awake, wanting to revel in this tender moment with Gilbert. He leaned down, pressing his lips to your cheek. “I love you.” 

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Love and Trust Part 1/2 (Lafayette x BritishSpy!Reader)

Requested By: @lunettedisdemonsa

Summary: After you decided to support England in their fight against the colonies, you sign up to become a spy. After being sent to the colonies to discover Washington’s battle plans, you never thought you would meet a group of four men that would change your life. Who knew you would fall in love along the way?

Time Period: Hamiltime

Warnings: Implied smut, but it is not graphic at all, I mean I feel like no one will pick up on it.

Words: 4286

A/N: Hello!! I am finally done writing this part and ready to post it, and guys I am super excited for you to read it! The moment I read the prompt I knew I had to write this. This is part one out of two, so let me know if you would like to be tagged in the next (and final) part. To the user who requested this, I hope this is what you wanted, I’m sorry for the wait, and I hope you all enjoy. Have a fabulous day!!

Tag List: @arisu-chan003 @pearltheartist

From a young age you there were two things that you believed would always be true. The first was that England would always be your home. It was the place you grew up and you always thought it would be where you would grow old with your family. The second was that you and your brother would be best friends, never separated.

Unfortunately, the second thought was rudely ripped from you. When the colonies declared war on England, your brother enlisted right away. He wanted to protect his country and his family. Although you begged and pleaded with him to not go, he still departed anyway, but before he left, he promised you that he would return safe and sound.

Weeks later, there had been no word from your brother, and you were extremely worried. However, during that time you kept yourself busy and stayed strong. It wasn’t until a nervous looking, young man stood at your door holding an envelope did you finally break down.

Inside the envelope was a letter from your brother’s commander, stating that your brother had been shot in battle and died honorable. He offered his deepest condolences, but that wouldn’t bring your brother back. From that point forward, you promised yourself that you would as much as possible to support the cause your brother had so valiantly fought for.

At first, you worked with other woman and raised money to send to the troops, but that wasn’t enough. In your mind, you felt like you weren’t doing enough. It wasn’t until your heard some soldiers talking about spies, did you get your inspiration.

You headed to the local enrollment station and told them that you wished to be a British spy. It came as a surprise when they nodded and took you to a back room, to fill out the necessary papers. Not long after, a man in uniform came to give you your instructions.

“On behalf of the King’s army, I want to thank you for your service. However, you do realize the danger you will be in?”  he asked you, seriously.

You nodded. “Yes, I do, but I don’t care about the risks I want to do whatever possible to help England win the war. I want to honor my brother.” you explained.

The commander listened to your explanation and when you finished, he began to give you more details.  

“You will be sent overseas to the colonies, and once there, you will pose as a nurse in George Washington’s army. It will be your job to gather any and all information on strategies for upcoming battles.” 

You nodded to show your understand and curtsied before the man left. From there, you were giving papers that contained your information, a small sum of money to use in the colonies, and a ticket for a ship that was New York bound.

The next day, you stood on the ship and watched England fade into the distance. It was the only home you had ever known, and here you were leaving it all behind. However, you kept reminding yourself that it was for a good reason. You looked up at the sky and prayed that your brother would protect you for what was to come.

When the ship docked in New York, you first took notice of how busy everything was compared to England. After checking into the nurse’s station at General Washington’s army, you walked around trying to find a good place to start your mission.

You stood in the local patriot bar, glancing around nervously. Although you felt prepared, you were scared that you would let your brother down. After just staring off into space for a good few minutes, you shook the negative thoughts from your head and walked around.

All you needed to do was find a soldier who could easily let slip General Washington’s plans. As you glanced around, most men drinking looked solemn and most likely wanted to be left alone. That was when you spotted a group of four men havening a grand time, like the war wasn’t going on.
“Perfect.” you thought.

You made your way towards their table and “tripped” in front of them. Their attentions were immediately drawn to helping you. The man closest to you offered

“Mademoiselle, are you alright?” he questioned, his French accent thick.

“Uh…” you muttered, looking into the eyes of the incredibly handsome man in front of you. Quickly, you regained your composure, remembering your cover. “Yes, I’m fine. Thank you.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what is a beautiful mademoiselle like yourself doing here?” he asked, feeling the dame pull towards you that you felt towards him.

“Well, I’m a new nurse for General Washington’s army. I was looking to introduce myself, but most men here don’t want to be disturbed.” You explained, not letting yourself slip on your story.

“In that case, please join us, Mademoiselle…” he trailed off, silently asking for your name, as he ignored the looks from his friends.

“(y/n) Smith, and thank you Mr.…” you introduced.

“Oh, je suis désolé. My name is Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette, Marquis de La Fayette.“ he laughed at your reaction to his long name. “but please call me Lafayette.” He told you as he offered you a seat at his table.
“Miss (y/n), these are my friends: Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, and Hercules Mulligan.” Lafayette pointed to each man as he named them. “Mon amis, this is Miss (y/n) Smith.”

“Miss Smith, you have a very prominent English accent, yet you are working with us rebels?” Alexander asked, looking at you suspiciously along with Hercules.

You could feel your palms becoming sweaty, but you remained cool and collected. “I am from England, but I ran away from home. I didn’t agree with my parent’s views, so I came here to offer my help to the Revolution.” you lied, giving a sad look to make your story more convincing.

The boys looked at you sadly until the one with freckles, John, spoke up. “Well we are glad to have you here.” he exclaimed, merrily.

“Yes, we will be your family, mademoiselle.” Lafayette stated, throwing an arm around your shoulders. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

“We’ll take care of you, as long as you help us when we get wounded.” Hercules chuckled, and Alexander offered you a comforting smile.

A smile graced your face and a warm feeling filled your body. These four men had just met you and they were willing to take you into their makeshift family.

“Snap out of it (y/n).” you thought. “You have a job to do.” You scolded yourself.

The night wore on and you laughed and had a great time with your new friends. It was the most fun you had had since the war started. Eventually, John had drunk a little too much.

On the walk, back to the tents, John stumbled around, a happy drunk.
“(y/n), o’ beautiful (y/n), give me a good night kiss?” he pleaded, leaning closer to you, lips puckered.

“Maybe another time, John.” You giggled and pushed him back towards Alexander and Hercules.

The two men wrapped an arm around John to support him. “We should get him back to the tents. “Hercules sighed.

“I’ll finish walking (y/n) back to her tent!” Lafayette exclaimed excitedly, as he linked your arm through his.

You bid Alex and Hercules a goodnight and thanked them for their kindness. A comfortable silence fell between you and Lafayette until you reached the outside of your tent. You turned to face him and smiled while looking into his beautiful eyes.

“May I see you again, (y/n)?” he asked and you felt your heat skip a beat.

“You may, Monsieur.” You smiled and he appreciated the attempts of using his native language.

“How about a good night kiss?” he asked, mocking john.

To his surprise, you stood on your toes and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. You whispered a goodnight and rushing into your tent, leaving behind a dazed Lafayette. That night, you laid in bed, only thinking of the Frenchman who had stolen your heart.

The week that followed, was one of the best of your life, despite being in the middle of a war. You were able to get closer to Lafayette and his friends, but mainly Lafayette. Most of the time you forgot you were supposed to be collecting vital information for the British.

You were give a harsh reminded after your first check-I, when the British officer asked what you had learned, you meekly told him nothing.

“That’s not why you are here!” he yelled. “You’ll have to do better for next time.” He warned and left.

You waited a few minutes and then left so as not to raise suspicion. It seemed like you would have to steer the conversation in a more military direction.

Once you arrived back to camp, Lafayette looked relieved. “Mademoiselle, where have you been?” he inquired.

“Oh, I was just taking a walk.” you lied, nervous he would see straight through you.

“Next time, S'il vous plaît, tell me and I will accompany you. It is not safe for a woman to be walking around alone. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you and I could have  prevented it.” he admitted.

“And you’ll never forgive me if you find out where I really was.” you thought bitterly, but responded. “Of course, I’m sorry for worrying you. It’s really sweet.” you told him with a flirty smile.

The next time you and the boys were all together wasn’t for a few days. They were all stressed out, especially Alex, being the General’s Right Hand Man. You were also stressed out between tending to dying soldiers and trying to steal battle plans.

The five of you were sitting in the same bar you met, talking about nothing in particular when you brought up the topic. “When do you think the British will attack again? It’s been quite a while, and I’m getting nervous.” you said, innocently.

“Not sure.” John answered through a mouthful of food and you sighed.

“But don’t worry,” Hercules added. “We’re planning to sneak up on their nearest camp by crossing the Hudson River from the south.” he explained and you smiled internally.

Later on, everyone left leaving and Lafayette alone. You failed to notice the sly smirks that Alex, John, and Hercules gave Lafayette as the walked away.

“(y/n),” he started looking quite nervous, but grabbed your small hand in his larger one. “I understand this may be incredibly forward, but I so enjoy your company. You are so beautiful, and kind, and intelligent,” he complimented, looking into your (y/e/c) eyes like they were the stars in the night sky. “Would, um, would you give me the honor of allowing me to court you?” he finally asked.

You looked at him with the brightest smile, so take aback by his confession. you took his hand and squeezed it before answering. “Of course, Lafayette, I would love that.” you squealed.

He beamed at you and went in to hug you. You, on the other hand, had a very different idea. You placed your hands on his cheeks and kissed him on the lips. It was pure magic, like fireworks were going off in your mind.

When the two of you pulled away for air, you blushed. Neither of you said anything. You just smiled and curled into Lafayette’s side. That is where you stayed the rest of the ight until he walked you back to your tent. Before leaving he gave you a chaste kiss and whispered,

“Bonne nuit, mon amour.”

A few days later, you and Lafayette were going strong as a couple. Of course you had to endure teasing from the boys, but you could manage. It made you happy, something you hadn’t been since before your brother died.

Unfortunately, you had to go into town and report any information you had gathered. This time you remembered to let Lafayette know of your whereabouts.

“Lafayette, I’m heading into town for a walk.” you informed him, poking your head into his tent.

“Alright, mon amour. I shall accompany you.” you stated and stood up.

Instantly, you began to panic. “No! No! Um, I mean, you don’t have to. I know how busy you are.” you collected yourself and smiled sweetly.

“Nonsense. I want to, how you say, taking a stroll with my love.” he stumbled with his accent.

“Okay.” you said meekly, as you let him guide you to town.

When the two of you reached town, you tried to get away from Lafayette, but he wouldn’t let  you out of his sight. He even bought you a rose saying, “A beautiful rose for mon belle amour.”

You blushed but mumbled, “Merci.”

It wasn’t until he went to buy a pastry to share with you, were you able to get away. You took the familiar path and waited in the alleyway behind the local church. It wasn’t long before the British officer arrived.

“What did you find out?” he asked coldly.

You swallowed before responding. “Washington is planning to take his troops up the South of the Hudson River to attach the nearest British camp. There will also be troops surrounding the camp, in case you decided to retreat.” you deluged.

“Good, thank you for your service. Report here, next week, same time.” he commanded and you nodded to show your understanding.

Both of you were about to leave when you froze. A very heavy French accent was calling your name. Lafayette was looking for you and his footsteps were fast approaching.

You knew there was no possible way the British officer would be able to live in time. You turned to him quickly. “Hit me! Make it seem like you’re going to attack me.” you whispered hurriedly.

Right as Lafayette rounded the corner where you were, the officer smacked your across the face resulting in a loud SMACK. You cried out in pain.

“Stupid girl!” the officer shouted. That will teach you to not go against an officer of the King.” He raised his hand, and you braced yourself for another blow but it never came.

Lafayette had grabbed the officer’s hand, and was now glaring at him dangerously. “Don’t you dare touch her!” he growled and the officer scampered away.

“Mon amour, are you alright?” he asked, caressing your face gently.

You nodded, slightly shaken by the recent events, despite you ordering them to occur. Lafayette took the time ot pepper your face with kisses, but was mindful of your still stinging cheek.

“Let’s get back to camp.” he whispered, helping you to your feet as you had been knocked down by the force of the blow.

The two of your reached camp and Lafayette kiss your hand farewell once you told him you were going to lay down.

Lafayette smiled at your sleeping form and kissed your forehead before heading out. He made his way to his tent where Alex, John, and Hercules already were.

“Mon amis!” He greeted and took a seat among his friends.

“Been gone a long time with (y/n), eh Lafayette.” John teased, nudging Lafayette in the side.

Lafayette’s face turned red before exhaling. “We went into town and (y/n) had a run-in with a British officer. I simply stayed with her until she fell asleep.”

Alexander and Hercules sparked a look of skepticism that did not go unnoticed by Lafayette. “What is it, mon amis?” he asked looking worried.

“Uh, it’s nothing, Laf.” Hercules states, but Lafayette didn’t buy it.

“Non, non, what is it? Does it have to do with (y/n)?”

“You could say that.” Alexander mumbled, letting out an “ow.” after Hercules jabbed his elbow into Alex’s side.

“You’re making me nervous, please tell me.” Lafayette pleaded.

Alexander sighed and looked at the floor. “Hercules and I don’t think (y/n) is who she says she is.” he admitted.

Lafayette looked shocked at the accusation made by his friend. “You think she’s…” he trailed off.

“We think she’s a British spy!” Deciles said, tired of everyone beating around the bush.

“That’s ridiculous!” Lafayette shouted, not even being able to fathom the idea of you being a spy for England. “I don’t know what evidence you think you have, but I don’t want to hear it!” he shouted.

At this point, you had waken up and went looking for Lafayette. You stood outside his tent, overhearing what he said next.

“I don’t care because I know ether. I trust my heart and I can listen to what it’s telling me. It’s telling me that (y/n) is the one, my soulmate. I love her.” he confessed, glancing around the room at his friends.

“Of course she’s your soulmate, Laf. The two of you are perfect together.” John smiled, trying to diffusion the tension.

You chose this moment to make your presence known. All eyes were on you as you spoke, “Do you really mean that, Lafayette? You love me?”

He turned to look at you, eyes wide. “I, if, yes.” He admitted. “I love you, (y/n).”

Tears welled up in your eyes and you took small steps towards Lafayette. “I love you too.” You confused and a huge grin spread across the Frenchman’s face.

You took the last few steps towards the man you loved. As soon as you were close enough, you wrapped your arms behind his heck before you smashed your lips against his in a mind blowing kiss.

By the time the two of you pulled apart, Alex, John, and Hercules had left, leaving you and Lafayette alone.

You stayed at him with such passion and love, to which he returned the gaze. Lafayette brought you back into a kiss, this time leading you to his cot. Once the two of you were sitting down, your watched to remove his uniform jacket and shirt, never braking the kiss. “Wait, wait, (y/n). We have to stop.” Lafayette panted. “This isn’t right, we aren’t married.” he explained.

You shook your head and looked into Lafayette’s eyes. “I don’t care if it’s proper. I love you Gilbert and this is what I want. As long as you do too.” You reasoned, kissing his lips quickly but softly. “I do too.” he admitted, searching your face to make sure his is what you truly wanted. When he found no signs of discontent, he kissed you heatedly again and laid you down on his cot.

Later that evening, Alex and Hercules were talking amongst themselves.

I know Laf thinks otherwise, but there is something extremely suspicious about (y/n).” Hercules admitted.

“I agree.” Alex said. “She is extremely kind, but she seems to be too in involved in Washington’s strategies. I can only think of one reason as to why that would be.”

Hercules sighed. “Perhaps we should give her the benefit of the doubt and trust Lafayette’s feelings. After all, she does make him happier than he has been in a long time.” he suggested.

Alex didn’t look convinced. “Maybe she is just as passionate about the Revolution as we are. Let’s just give her a bit longer to prove our suspicious wrong.” Hercules explained.

“Okay.” Alex mumbled, not truly convinced. He would give you to the benefit of the doubt until he saw an opportunity to prove otherwise.

When the sun peaked through the tent, you opened your eyes, wrapped in Lafayette’s arms. You smiled and snuggled further into his chest as you felt him tracing patterns on your back.

“Morning, mon amour.” he whispered and pressed a light kiss on your neck.

You shivered. “Good morning.” you turned to face Lafayette, tucking back the curly hair that fell in front of his face. “I love you.” you told him.

“Je t'aime aussi.” he responded, gazing into your (y/e/c) eyes.

After spending a few more minutes enjoying each other’s embrace, you got dressed, ready to face the day. That day, you and Lafayette were together as often as possible. His hand on the small of your back, brushing fingertips, longing gazes. None of these actions went unnoticed by the guys.

This lovey, dovey attitude continued on for the next couple of days. You felt closer to Lafayette than you had ever felt to any one else. You loved it.

Eventually, you came down from your high and remembered you were basically living a double life. You knew you couldn’t keep fooling Lafayette; you had to get out.

You had seen how passionate these men were about the Revolution and you couldn’t hold them accountable for your brother’s death. You had found friends and a family, and true love. You only hoped your brother wouldn’t be disappointed with you wherever he was.

The next time you had to check in with your officer, Lafayette was busy. Although you knew he didn’t approve, you snuck out of town and made your way to the alley behind the church.

Wen the officer approached, you took a deep breath. You knew what you had to do.

“What are Washington’s latest tactics?” he asked gruffly.

“They believe they can win against England, but they aren’t prepared. Meet them at Yorktown and you will active huge success. Then, you can retreat to the Chesapeake Bay where they have abandoned their camps.” you lied and prayed that he wouldn’t be able to tell.

“Thank you for your service, Miss. You are doing a great honor for your country.” he saluted and left you to your thoughts.”

Once you were sure that the British solider had left, you turned around, prepared to head back to General Washington’s camp. What you weren’t prepared for was seething Alexander, standing mere feet from you.

Instantly, a ball of nerves settles in your stomach. “What if Alexander had heard you talking to the officer? What if he went back to camp and told Lafayette?” These thoughts swirled through your mind, until you decided to play the innocent card.

“Alexander, what are you doing here?” you asked him, sweetly.

You knew that that was the wrong route to take, when Alex glared at you even further. Slowly, he took menacing steps towards you, and for every step he took forward, you took one backwards.

“How dare you?” Alexander screamed harshly, as he pointed an accusing finger in your face.

“I know it looks bad, but I can explain. You see-” you began.

“You can explain?!” he mocked. “There is nothing to explain, (y/n), if that even is your name. You are a traitor and that is that.” he yelled.

“Alex, please, listen to me. My name is (y/n), although my last name is actually (y/l/n). Anyway, you have to believe me, I’m not giving away General Washington’s plans. I-I lied to him, to throw the British off.” you hurriedly tried to explain.

“Do you actually expect me to believe that?” he spat. “I can’t believe we trusted, I can’t believe I trusted you. I can’t believe Lafayette trusted you! He loves you! Was that your plan the whole time? Lead him on, get the information you needed, and break his heart when you left?” Alexander questioned, now only inches from your face.

By this point, tears had began to stream down your face. You never expected things to work out like this; it’s not like you wanted to get caught.

There was an uncomfortable silence for a few moments. you didn’t dare breath and the tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

“Leave, (y/n).” Alexander commanded finally, his voice low.

You looked up from the ground and started at the man in front of you, wearing a confused expression. “Wait, what? Y-you-” you stuttered, trying to understand what was going on. If you were to be completely honest, you had thought these would be your last moments, before you would be dragged away to be executed.

“Leave.” he repeated, but this time sounding more dangerous if that was even possible.

“But I thought-” you were interrupted for what felt like the millionth time.

“I should be turning you into to Washington, you traitor.” he spat. “You should be arrested and executed for your crimes, but I’m going to give you one chance to leave. It would kill Lafayette if he knew he had fallen in love with a British spy. It will hurt him to see that you just vanished, but it’s better this way for him. You don’t deserve him, but because he loves you I’m going to give you one chance to get out of this country.” Alexander explained.

“And if I see or hear that you have come back, I swear that you will be tried for your crimes.” he threated. “Do you understand?”

You nodded and quietly. There was a part of you that wanted to stay, to stay for Lafayette. However, you saw Alexander was deadly serious on his threats. You sprinted all the way back to camp where you avoided being seen by your friends. Quickly, you packed a small bag and ran again until you reached the docks.

After waiting in line to buy a ticket, you stood on the dock, waiting for the ship to accept passengers. The tears you had been holding in fell as an officer on the ship took your ticket and let you aboard.

About thirty minutes later, the boat was ready to leave New York and sail off to England. You stayed above deck and watched the shore become a faint outline in the distance. Just a memory of true happiness. A memory you would never be returning to.

Need someone to numb the pain - Sherlock x reader

Originally posted by gold20

AN: I thought this up and it’s pretty short but I don’t know

Summary: Sherlock is drugged up and alone. You find him and take him home.

Word count: 1, 047

Warnings: Strong language, drugged up Sherlock, not much really

“Where’s the girl?!” Sherlock asks as he bolts up right in his bed. Bill had been sat in Sherlock’s room in fear that Sherlock might choke on his own vomit during the night, and at the request of Mrs Hudson. 

“What girl?” Bill asks, 

“The girl! The girl who brought me home last night!” Sherlock swings his legs over the side of the bed and holds his throbbing head in his hands. He needs another fix.

“Oh, that girl. She left a few hours ago.” Bill tells Sherlock. Sherlock gets up and moves over to the window, searching the street. 

“I need to talk to her…” Sherlock mutters, Bill cocks his eyebrows at the detective. 

“Somebody in love?” Bill teases however Sherlock takes no notice. He was too busy trying to remember the night before. 

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I Bet My Life- You confront your mother on your Avengers membership.

Bucky Barnes:

Something Else- Bucky uses your god headphones to kill a guy, and you get kinda mad.

Clint Barton:

Little Bird- Clint surprises you by coming home early.

Sam Wilson:

Sky- Sam takes you up in a plane for your first sky diving lesson as apart of your training.

Wanda Maximoff:

Goodnight- You want to stay up to finish your work. Wanda wants you to sleep. Guess who wins.


Usnavi de la Vega:

De Todas Las Cosas Buenas- You wake up to find yourself in a bed. But it is not your own. 


Stay Here With Me- Benny has a bad day at the dispatch. This results in cuddling.


Song Fics:

Hurricane- You make a choice for the better of the team.


Aaron Burr:

That’s All I Want-  You come up with an excuse to get Aaron all to yourself on the car ride home. Modern + Christmas AU.

Nursery- Not what you think. There is angst. Modern AU.

The Snake And The Badger- You make an Amortentia, a potion that’s supposed to let you smell the scent of your soulmate. Now the question is… who exactly is your soulmate?  Hogwarts + Soulmate (kinda) AU.

Alexander Hamilton:

Vs. 1: Swings- Alex needs a hug. At two in the morning. Modern AU.

Vs. 2: Lies- You find out about the affair of your adulterous husband. 

It’s For The Best- You find out that you’re pregnant by your best friend Alexander, but he doesn’t know that. Modern AU.

George Fredrick (KG3):

Félicitations- You have something important to tell your husband, George. But he’s in France, and you’re in England. So you get creative. Modern AU.

George Washington:

I Always Do- You go through your life with George. 

Hercules Mulligan:

I Fell For You- Hercules gets really flustered around you. Modern +Bar AU

I Broke My Arm- Mariah drags you to go skating. Ice skating. She as never had a worse idea. Or was it? Modern AU.

A Great Week- Your adventure to Comic Con with Hercules as Frozone and Honey. Modern + Nerd AU.

Walk Away- If your husband is dead, then why are you seeing him around town? Modern + Spy AU.

James Madison:

Wink- You’ve had a bad day. All you want is a hot shower, and a nap, but when you get into the shower. It’s cold. You take your anger out on your husband. Modern AU

I Believe You- James proposes, but you’re not ready for it. Modern AU.

Silly Rabbit- You dress up in a bunny costume to surprise the children at the hospital. Modern AU.

John Laurens:

Snap!- John takes you on a date for your anniversary and a surprise ensues. Modern AU.

Fireworks- You have a sleepover with the sisters and Mariah. After watching a scary movie, John asks you to meet him under a bridge. In the dark. At two AM. To say you’re reluctant is an understatement. Modern + College AU.

Drunken Minds- You get drunk with John and the Hamilsquad. Modern AU.

Homecoming- John has something important to ask you. You have something important to tell him. Modern AU.

How I Met Your Mother- You and John have this thing. I guess you could say it was a game. Will you let him win? Hell no. Modern + Bar AU.

Favorite Place- You’re pissed because of none other than Thomas-freaking-Jefferson. John takes you to your favorite place to put your mind at ease. Modern + College AU.

Marquis de Lafayette:

Je Te Pardonne- You get jealous. To say the least. In your defense, YOU DONT JUST CANCEL ON GAME NIGHT LAFAYETTE. Modern AU.

Mon Bibliothécaire- You meet Lafayette while taking care of a book store for a friend. Book Store AU.

Take A Break- You go through surgery and Lafayette takes care of you. Modern AU.

Philiip Hamilton:

Reckless- You make an irrational decision. 

Valentine’s Special: Happy Valentine’s Day- In our 2017 Valentine’s day special and Phillip stay in and have a special date. Modern AU.

Thomas Jefferson:

Win Some Or Lose Some- You go to Cabinet Battle #2 and you have some things to tell Alexander. TAG TEAM!!

Another One Bites The Dust- Thomas sabotages your dates.  Modern AU.

Safe Driving- You go to a Halloween Party with Thomas. He gets a little jealous. You get a little drunk. Modern + College AU.

Coffee Cup- Thomas flirts with you, and your brother, Alex, finds out. Modern + Coffee Shop AU.


Daveed Diggs:

Vacation- Daveed needs a vacation, so do you.

A Birthday In Color- It’s your birthday! Maybe this year you find your soulmate? Nahhhhhhh ;). Soulmate AU.

Leslie Odom Jr.:

Here For You- You’re pregnant, and craving. Leslie tends to your every need, but you’re scared that you’re holding him back.

Duets- Leslie and Lin go to a jazz club because Lin wants Leslie to hear you sing. 

Okieriete Onaodowan:

I Didn’t Mean To Ignore You- You don’t do your homework and you end up accidentally ignore the new kid for two weeks. Oops? High School Au.

The Good Days- You and Oak meet up again after years of seeing each other. Even after years of no communication it still felt like the good old days. 

Thayne Jasperson:

Donut For Donut- You’re new to the Hamilcast, and you know what they say. Best way to the heart is through the stomach.

Number 6- You go bowling with Thayne and meet the cast.

Chocolate Chip, Pancakes, and Dancing- You spend a lazy day with Thayne and your baby.


What Comes Next?- King George X Fem! Reader: Soulmate AU

 A Million Words- Thomas Jeffereson X Reader: Modern AU

I Owe You- Hercules Mulligan X Reader: Modern AU

Court & Courter- Hercules Mulligan X Spy! Fem! Reader TURN AU

Unfaithful- Thomas Jefferson X Reader X Lafyette Modern AU

All Is Fair- Lafayette X Fem! Reader in war

It’s Only A Matter Of Time- Hamilsquad X Reader Time Travel AU

Race Against Time- Alexander Hamilton X Fem! Reader

annoying | john shelby

john get drunk which winds the reader up so she locks him out

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After a long day at work, all you  wanted to do was go home. Yet once again, you had been dragged over to the pub for some drinks. In all fairness, it was Michael’s birthday but after the day that you’d had, the thought of being home alone with John sounded much more appealing.

The smell of alcohol and smoke, something that you wound never get used to, instantly hit you as you walked inside The Garrison. Grace nodded towards the back room, signalling that the boys were in there.  

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Hey guys! A nice treat for you, this one is much longer than my normal ones.

Word count: 3187

Warning: Subtle sexual content

“That would be an acquittal verdict.” your hand lowered into your lap as you replied to the professor’s question. She smiled widely, nodding in approval as the lecture continued. Satisfaction lined your face in response, lacing your fingers on the front of your desk and continuing your attention forward. Studying really did pay off. From behind you heard the faint sound of murmurs coming from a direction you knew all too well. You glanced behind you slowly, noticing a certain curly haired, pompous jerk smirking at you, his hands behind his head as his flock of fellow jerks chuckled around him. He had, of course, insulted you. Whether or not he meant for you to hear it was irrelevant, because you didn’t care.

That always confused you, you never cared about anything the man said or did to you. In any other scenario, that would get a bully-figure to leave you alone. He was relentless. So, you began fighting back.

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Prompt: part 4 of Brawl in the Streets, the reader is super wasted with the Hamilsquad and unlocks their origin story.

Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad X Reader

TW: cursing, drunk, alcohol, crying, mention of sex, second hand embarrassment(???), reference to masturbation, really funny origin story???

A/N: here’s PART 4: BRAWL IN THE STREETS!!! I hope y'all enjoy! I was excited to write this! Thank you for all of your love and support! I love y'all! If you want me to tag something, let me know! I want you to feel safe when reading my work! Please enjoy!

Word Count: 1875

“Hey, hey, guys, hey…” you called out from the couch, where you were facedown. “I’ve got a knock knock joke.”
The boys were quiet, waiting for you to say it. “Go ahead,” Alex finally instructed.
“Okay, okay…” you paused, thinking. “Wait, why are they called knock knock jokes? Do people even knock anymore? Why is it not ding dong jokes? Have we not evolved?”
“Oh my gosh, just tell the joke!” Herc groaned, and you laughed into the couch cushion.
“Okay, knock knock,” you started giggling into the couch at the joke you were about to tell. A chorus of who’s there’s rang out. “H-How many wiener dogs does it take to screw in a lightbulb?”
“I don’t get it-” Laf began to complain in a really harsh French accent.
“None! They can’t reach that high!” You began laughing hysterically. So hard, in fact, that you were moderately concerned you’d piss your pants.
“That wasn’t a knock knock joke!” John complained, and you rolled your eyes before you turned over and sat up. They had turned out the lights, and the tv was playing behind you. The bright light had gotten more annoying the drunker you’d gotten.
“I’m bored,” you complained, and John chuckled. He was sitting on the couch with you, just a drunk as you were.
“We could change that, y'know,” he drawled in a suggestive voice, and you blushed.
He crawled toward you on the couch, and you squeaked before you fell off the couch. You landed on the floor and started laughing, the boys joining you.
“Do we have any more beer?” You asked from the floor, thirsty.
“We are not giving you any more alcohol!” Herc said, “You’re so wasted!”
“Am not!” You argued, and you tried to get up off the floor, but you wavered and fell on top of John on the couch.
“If you wanted me that bad, you coulda just said so, Princess,” he purred to you, and you giggled.
“You wish,” you teased before you snuggled into his shirt. “You smell good.”
He laughed this time and put his arms around you, holding you on his chest, “Only for you, darlin’.”
“Let’s play truth or dare!” Alex suddenly called out.
Lafayette quickly shot the idea down, “Non! Alexander, last time we played, you dared me to suck ‘Erc’s-”
“And you did-”
“Well, I didn’t want to lose!” They squabbled, and you laughed, but you were also confused.
“Wait,” you said, and they both looked to you, “I thought you two were together… but you,” you pointed to Laf, “sucked Herc’s… peep…?”
“Yeah?” Alex questioned, and you pulled your chin back into your neck in confusion.
“So, I don’t get it…?” Alex looked over at Herc, who looked to John, who looked at you, and they all started laughing.
“You’re so cute,” John cackled, his chest vibrating beneath you with each peel of laughter.
“I know… but that doesn’t answer my question!” You looked up at him from your cozy spot, and he was looking down at you, making little crinkles in his chin where you could see a shadow of stubble growing in.
“Sweetheart…” Herc trailed off, and Lafayette took over.
“We’re polyamorous,” he explained. That’s when it all made sense. Everything clicked together.
“Ohhhh, I get it!” You smiled to yourself and nuzzled further into John, who gripped you tighter. You pulled your legs up closer to your body, straddling him effectively, but still hella comf. “So how long have y'all been together?”
John began to run his fingers through your hair, “Hmm, I’d say romantically, about three years? It started out with just me and Alex… We’d all been friends for years before, but I really really liked Alexander-”
“Aww, babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing!” Alex exclaimed from the other sofa, obviously referencing Parks and Rec.
“Shut up, Alex!” John threw a pillow at him. “Anyways, so we hooked up. Then, a few months later, Alex explained to me that he loved me, but he also had feelings for our favorite Frenchman, Laf, and at first, i was like, whaaaaat? Then, I realized that I had a lot of pent up gay in me and that I really liked him too, but we didn’t know how he felt about us… For some reason, we actually thought he was straight…?”
“It’s funny because I’m actually the gayest!” Laf happily exclaimed from his spot between Alex and Herc.
You laughed, and Herc wrapped his arms around him. He gave Laf a kiss on the cheek. “We know.”
“But, one night, before we knew how aggressive Alex was with truth or dare, we played it, and Alex dared Laf and I to make out, and that went about how you’d expect…” John trailed off and his hand twitched in your hair like he was back in that moment.
“That’s when they realized I’m ultra gay!” Laf slurred, his thick French accent almost making it unintelligible.
“You’re like a straight boi, but instead of saying no homo though, you gotta cut in and add no hetero to the end of like every sentence,” Herc chuckled as he fiddled with Laf’s fingers.
“C'est la vie, 'Erc. Let me live,” Laf complained, and Herc laughed again.
“It’s cute,” he reassured his boyfriend. Laf cooed and turned to share a sweet kiss with Herc. You almost wept. It was just so damn cute.
“It was shortly after that when I composed a letter, conversing with John at the same time, declaring how profusely I loved Laf, and how John and I wanted to have a relationship. I poured my heart into that letter… it was my everything. Heart and soul. I felt like the minute he’d open it, the skies would part, and the angels would start singing… God is there. He’s weeping-”
“'Is 'andwriting was messy, and I could barely speak English! 'Ow was I supposed to read the sloppy, pretentious, wordy ramblings of a sleepless man?” Laf protested from the spot on the couch.
“It was beautifully crafted!” Alex protested, and Laf pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
“I know, mon amour, that’s why I 'ad 'Erc read it to me.” He smirked, an inch from Alex’s face, and Alex closed the gap this time.
“So Laf hands me this leader with no explanation and is just like 'read it!’” Herc mocked in a terrible French accent, and Laf scowled at him, “And I read the letter, spoiler alert, Alex and John are super gay, but I didn’t get all the way through. I was under the misconception it was for me, so of course I rushed to Alex’s apartment, only to find he wasn’t there; he was having dinner at the Washingtons’ with John-”
“Wait,” you interrupted, “didn’t the letter address who it was to?”
Herc scoffed, “It said 'to our dear friend.’”
“I’m sorry, but Marie‑Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier de La Fayette is a lot to write for a header!” Alex shot back.
“That’s not the point!” Herc huffed, “The point is, I busted into the middle of the dinner, professing my love for them in return like a bad rom com, telling them, and the Washingtons, how gay I was for them, and those assholes just cackled!”
“It was cute!” John laughed as he recalled the memory, earning a scowl from Herc.
“It was mortifying!” Herc replied, covering his face with a hand.
“At this point, I 'ad used Google Translate to interpret this letter since 'Erc just rushed out of the room in an 'urry, and God did not cry when I read it en Français. So I rushed over to this dinner as well and interrupted 'Erc’s speech with my own.”
“At the very end,” John begins to explain in between fits of laughter, but he can’t get it out. He was laughing way too hard.
“Martha gives a standing ovation and cries out, 'Oh, George! What a lovely performance! It was like a little dinner theatre! Lovely!’ And George just goes, 'No, Martha, this was unplanned…. They’re all gay for each other.’ And those two assholes,” Herc scoffed, “Were laughing so hard that we thought they’d piss their pants!”
Alex is laughing with John at this point, but you’re completely engaged in the story.
“So all of us were so confused, and John and I had to go have a talk in the bathroom, and we concluded that we loved Herc too…”
“It was a very confusing time…” John explained as his laughter quieted down, and you patted his chest soothingly.
“So we come back out to find that Martha had downed the entire bottle of wine in celebration, and George had gone to bed, all within the span of like, two minutes. He had congratulated the other two, but said he knew it would happen eventually, and he had business in the morning. And like a badass, John opens his arms and says-”
“Welcome to the Hamilsquad!” John shouts, and you almost fall off his chest in surprise. Everyone is laughing at this point, even yourself. These boys were too cute for their own good.
“It gets better!” Laf exclaimed, and Herc roared with laughter.
“Martha, drunk off her ass, shouts 'When y'all gonna fuck?’ And George shouts down from the bedroom, 'Not while I’m in the house, boys!’ And I fucking pissed myself!” Herc guffaws, losing it again. You’re laughing so hard that you’re light headed at this point.
“He didn’t actually piss his pants,” John elaborated, causing you to laugh again. “This has been a wild story, and I just wanted to make sure you knew he didn’t.”
It took a few minutes, but everyone managed to calm down.
“So when?” You finally asked, and Herc snorted.
“That night,” John answered beneath you, and he bucked his hips in a mock thrust, causing you to slide and squeal.
“And we’ve been in love ever since,” Alex added dreamily like the end of some sappy movie, and Laf laughed.
“I loved you before, mon cher,” he purred as he grabbed Alex by the collar and pulled him in for another kiss.
Suddenly, you felt a rush of emotion. You’d always been an emotional drunk. You bursted into tears, completely startling John.
“Y/N? What’s wrong? What is it?” He ran his fingers through your hair, trying to soothe you.
“You guys are so in love… like, you all love each other so much, and I’ve got a vibrator at home with half dead batteries to come home to every night!” You were also an oversharer when drunk.
The boys laughed, but stopped when you kept crying. John rubbed your back soothingly. “Don’t worry, Y/N,” he whispered, “You’ve got us.”
“Promise?” You sniffled, and John nodded.
Then, in a really, really quiet whisper, he says, “I’d go straight for you.”
That one sentence is the first thing you remember when you wake up with a huge hangover in the morning, and it brings forth a question. Was he joking, or did he really mean it? Somehow, you’d developed a crush on these boys. You wanted the love they had. You wanted to be in the Hamilsquad. What had you gotten yourself into?

013. He slaps your butt in public

Tommy: “Fuck Tommy!” You squeal, pushing on his chest. “What is wrong with you? We’re in public!” He rolls his eyes, soothing the red spot with his hands through your dress. “They’re all drunk, they won’t notice a thing.”

Tommy’s hand comes back down onto your rear, “Oi, you’re annoying!” He chuckles, leaving a kiss onto your cheek.

Arthur: The boxes were heavy, way to heavy but you tried your best trying to lift, but before you could a hand swung against your butt. Quickly you pull your gun out pointing it to the man.

“Fuck darlin’” Arthur exclaims, chuckling after. “Arthur you need to introduce yourself I almost shot you. Arthur smirks leaving a kiss on your cheek, “What ever you say darlin’”

John: It was a much needed girl night. Which includes you drunk and dancing. Currently you were dancing alone, dogging every guy, and just loosing yourself.

“Don’t you look gorgeous tonight.” The hand came in contact with your rear making you growl. “First I’m taken, second you put your dirty -” “Relax my dove. ” You knew that voice, “Oi, my boyfriend!” You squeal wrapping your arms around him. He laughed at your drunkness.

Michael: The moment Michael’s hand met with your ass, you pushed him away. He only chuckled, kissing your cheek softly. “Aye love, you look too good tonight. ”

“I’m guessing you’re liking the new dress?” You smile, taking his hand into yours and dragging him to the dance floor. “Sweetheart you know I can’t dance.” He whines, “You dance with me I’ll let you take the dress off later.” He smirks taking your hand in his.

Finn: Finn was always shy, but couldn’t stand other men staring at you, you were his only. Finn walked behind the bar, as you served the sudden crowd of men, as he helped you serve the cups of beer.

He hated you getting so much attention. His arm wrapped around your waist, his hand coming in contact with your arse. The men whistled in front of you making you beat res “Watch yourself Shelby.” You warn earning a kiss on the cheek. Finn just wanted to show them you’re his.

unhappy | john shelby

you feel like you can’t make john happy and you argue

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You had first met John when you were eighteen. Some of your friends had dragged you round to The Garrison to celebrate your birthday. You complained for most of the night, expressing how much you wanted to be at home but in the long run, it ended up being the best night of your life. Purely because it was the night that you met John.  

People had told you about the Shelby brothers but you wasn’t a person to judge. You didn’t know them, so you couldn’t possibly listen to the rumours or speculations that surrounded them. Admittedly, when John first approached you, you was nervous. He easily picked up on this and used it to his advantage to make you flustered, something that he still did to this day. After spending all night with him, you came to the conclusion that the negative rumours were completely wrong. He was the nicest guy you had ever met, and he was definitely a looker.  

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Between the Stacks (John Laurens x Reader)

Pairing: Laurens x Reader

Summary: Yet another college AU, because I write what I know. Mostly fluff at this point.  Reader is Peggy’s roommate.

A/N: ???? I dunno, what do you guys think?

The library was almost dead. Friday night was not usually the time you would choose to study, but this paper was important.  For your grades, yes, but also for your pride. You wanted your professor to write a letter of recommendation for an internship, and she had high standards.  The topic you had chosen necessitated lots of research, and you were just about ready to start writing. You picked out three books that you thought would support your thesis, and sat down in the aisle to flip through them.

Someone moved on the other side of the bookshelf, and you had to stop yourself from shouting.  The books in your lap had been obscuring a curly head of hair.  Whoever it was looked to be deep in focus, so you kept quiet, gathering information. When you were ready to move to a table, you peeked around the corner at the stranger.  He was not focusing. He was sleeping.  

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You had been friends with Nate and John for a while now, meeting through mutual friends and just always hanging out with them along with everyone else. Fires, parties, at the studio, beach days, anything the group did, you were there, and because of that, you had gotten closer to Nate and John.

Now it wasn’t anything for you to just show up to their place and walk right in.

It was a lazy Saturday night, and to your surprise, Nate didn’t go out, but John had, so you bought in-n-out, and brought it over, setting it down for Nate.

“thanks (y/n), I owe you” he laughed, sitting up from the couch he had been laying on, opening up the bag of food. “help yourself to any drinks you want”

And you of course went in and grabbed yourself a twisted tea, your favorite drink that the boys always made sure they had some of just for you. Popping the top and sitting on the couch opposite Nate you took your first sip.

“where’s John?”

“he went out with Tez, should be back soon though.”

And for a few hours, you and Nate sat and talked, drank, and smoked.

It was around 11:45 when John walked back in, plopping down on the couch next to you. Greeting each other, John leaned forward and looked at Nate.

“dude I got a date set up”

“for who?” Nate asked.


“with who?”

“you know my tattoo guy? it’s his friends girlfriends friend. I met her tonight.”

“she hot?” Nate asked.

“I mean, I can try to find a picture of her, but I mean, she’s got big tits.”

You just shook your head, laughing at his comment. Sure, being around the guys you heard shit like this all the time, it was inevitable, you just always found it funny how guys always describe a girl by her ass or her boobs.

“so since you brought it up, I have a question for you guys.” you spoke, finishing your second tall boy.

“okay.” John spoke, his attention drawing to you.

“are you guys ass dudes or boob dudes.”

“ass.” Nate answered instantly.

“yeah, I mean, boobs are nice to look at and all, but I’m definitely an ass guy.” John spoke. “what about you?”

“I mean, I feel that b or c cups are good, average, but like double d’s are just too much. I gotta say I’d definitely be an ass guy.”

“Yeah, b’s and c’s are just enough to play with, anything bigger than that just gets in the way. But like, you can’t fuck a girl that has like no tits, cause then it’ll feel like you’re fucking a man.” John laughed, Nate letting out a chuckle too.

“alright, but since we’re on this topic (y/n), is it true what they say, that a girl only needs 6 inches for pleasure, anything else it just painful?” John asked.

“I mean, I don’t know. Sex is sex. I don’t fucking take a ruler and measure it”

“so like, balls deep or what?” John laughed.

“I don’t know why you’re so worried, balls deep for you still wouldn’t be enough” Nate laughed, causing you to let out a little giggle.

“hey fuck you man” John laughed.

“don’t talk to me like that! I’ll whoop your ass” Nate argued back, “bend you right over daddy’s knee” Nate joked, but you tensed at the word.

“don’t say that” you spoke.

“say what? daddy?” Nate asked.


“why?” He furrowed his brow at you.

“I just can’t with that word.”

“why? you don’t like it?” he asked.

“no, it’s not that” you spoke, fiddling with your hands.

“shit, you called someone that!” John jumped up.

“no” you muttered, your cheeks heating up.

“bullshit!” Nate interjected.

“I came close too. okay.” you admitted.

“shit really?” John asked.


“I mean, that’s kinda hot.” John admitted “right Nate?” he asked, drawing your attention to Nate, who’s whole entire demeanor had changed. You weren’t sure what it was, but it was hot.

So yeah, you thought Nate was hot, you’d be crazy not too. And I mean, sure you two have talked about fucking, because one time you got drunk and went skinny dipping, you, him, John and Breezy, but you and Breezy were the only ones who were naked. Nate and John were in the water though, watching as you two jumped in, and then Breezy and John were making out, and you were holding onto Nate, cause you get super flirty when you’re drinking, and you two were so close, and you told him ‘I’d fuck the shit out of you’ and you were shocked when he whispered in your ear, ‘shit trust me, I’ve thought about it before too.’

The three of you sat around and talked a bit more before John got up announcing that he was gonna smoke a blunt up in his room and go to bed, so he said night to the two of you and went to bed.

You got up to pee, fixing your hair up a bit and looking at your eyes, that were a little glossy due to the drinks you’ve had, not that you were drunk, you were just feeling pretty buzzed.

You were walking back into the living room when Nate spoke lowly a ‘hey’ catching your attention. You met his eyes, before he raked your body up and down.

“let me see em.” he nodded towards your chest.

you bit your lip, the alcohol definitely bringing out your flirty side.

“what’s in it for me?” you asked, hands toying with the bottom of your shirt.

“you’ll see.” he smirked.

what the hell you thought to yourself as you lifted your shirt, and pink lacy bra, flashing Nate. Settling your bra, and shirt, back over yourself, you laid down on the couch, facing him as he sat in a chair that was perpendicular to the couch, him able to view your whole body.

he adjusted his pants a bit, shifting around, eyes still locked on you.

“do the panties match?” he asked, eyes looking at the hem of your jean shorts on your bare thigh.

“no, they’re black lace.” you answered.

“lemme see.”

you smirked to yourself as you slid your shorts down a bit on your hip, pulling the band of your panties up to show him the thin black lace material in your hand.

“nah, I can’t see, you’re gonna have to take your shorts off or something.” he answered, taking another sip of his drink.

You rolled your eyes playfully, shimmying out of your shorts, exposing your black lace thong to him. Spreading your legs so he could have a better view of your clothed pussy, which his eyes went straight too.

“pull em to the side.” he muttered, adjusting his crotch again.

“nuh uh.” you muttered.

“just real quick”

you just shook your head.

“you gonna make me do it?” he asked, and you bit your lip and nodded your head. Nate got up from the chair and stood above you now as you were laying on the couch, adjusting himself once again as he trailed a finger along the band of your panties, before slipping his finger in and pulling it to the side so he could get a view of your pussy.

He started to rub your clit, causing you to tip your head back against the arm of the couch and close your eyes. You held back moans, shaky little breaths coming from you, and Nate sliding his finger along your folds, only to plunge into your pussy, sliding his finger in and out and curling them up and down against you, exploring your tight, warm hole, only to take them out to rub your clit again, then plunge back into your hole. It was driving you crazy.

You could hear how wet you were from Nate’s fingers sliding in and out of you. You were practically dripping. You had started to grind your hips up against air practically, need more of Nate.

“you wanna have sex?” he asked after about 5 minutes of his actions.

“y-yeah. We can…if you want to.” you answered quietly.

“I mean, of course I do, it’s just, you haven’t even grabbed my dick yet.” he let out a little chuckle.

“sorry” you blushed a bit.

“no worries, let’s go in my room though.” he spoke, removing his fingers from you, causing you to whine a bit, but follow him nevertheless.

He stood by his door, watching you walk in and closing the door behind you. It wasn’t even a second later and he was behind you, hands firmly gripping your ass, massaging it.

“you got a great ass.” he breathed hotly in your ear, nipping your lobe and then dragging his lips down along your jawline, kissing your neck a bit.

Nate removed his hands from groping your ass, moving to your hips only to throw you, or push you down onto the bed, which you landed on your hands and knees with your ass out.

Wiggling it teasingly at Nate, you were greeted with a smack against your cheek causing you to let out a little yelp in surprise.

To your shock, Nate’s hand moved to cover your mouth.

“you’ve gotta be quiet.” he huskily whispered, a smirk on his face, as if he knew you wouldn’t be able too. “you understand? John can’t hear us.” You just nodded your head.

Nate wasted no time after that though, pulling you up by your arms so you were just kneeling on his bed, he reached down and pulled off your shirt and quickly undid your bra.

You turned your head to look at Nate behind you, biting your lip as his hands went to your exposed chest, tweaking your nipples, getting them to harden, and causing you to let out a shaky breath, head thrown back against his shoulder as he sucked on your neck.

One hand moving down to tease you over your panties while the other massaged your boobs, and tweaked your nipples. In turn, you had reached down behind you and had started to palm Nate through his ripped jeans that hung so low on his waist already.

Your body was grinding against the air, your hips moving to get more friction from Nate’s hand. You were pretty sure you were soaking through your panties at this point.

Nate removed his hands from you, taking a small step back, looking you up and down, admiring the tattoo you had in the middle of your back on your spine, then going down to your ass.

He grabbed your panties and slid them off you, down your thighs, and you had to turn and sit on your butt, putting your legs up in the air for Nate to take them the rest of the way off, throwing them somewhere in the room.

Nate had his hands around your ankles now, spreading your legs apart as he dropped to his knees, wrapping his arms around your thighs now and pulling you over more to the edge of the bed, eyes locked on your glistening core.

He dipped his head down and licked a bold stripe up from your hole up along your folds till he got to your clit, taking the bundle of nerves into his mouth, sucking on it, his tongue moving around the nub.

You threw your head back against the bed, back arching up a bit. Nate moved from sucking on your clit to kitten licking you, causing you to moan out ‘mmmmmmmm fuckkkkk’

You were honestly a mess. Nate’s head game was A1. His tongue would fill your pussy, twirl around, while his fingers were on your clit, only to replace his fingers on your clit with his mouth and shove two fingers into you.

You were moaning continuously, screaming here and there, pleasure coursing through your body. Nate wasn’t stopping though. He wanted you to cum on his tongue so badly, cause you had tasted so good, he just wanted to experience so much more of your taste.

Your back arched up like you were possessed as you came, a screaming moan coming from you. Your body was convusling as Nate continued to lick up all your juices that you had just released. You were seeing stars, breathing hard as he licked you clean, your body jerking back a few times since you were still sensitive.

You were seeing stars, trying to calm down from your orgasm, but Nate had other ideas. He flipped you over onto your stomach and picked you up so your chest was flat against the bed, and your ass was up in the air, and he was on his knees behind you on the bed, naked and his tip teasing your entrance.

You reached behind you, grabbing your cheeks and spreading them as Nate slid in, causing you to let out a moan as he stretched your walls.

“your so fucking tight” he groaned as he started to slowly thrust into you. It didn’t last long until he started to pound into you. The sound of your ass slapping against his pubic area.

You were moaning out, feeling so much pleasure, which only intensified when Nate wrapped your hair around his hand and pulled it back, causing your head to bend back. You were pretty sure your head was like 2 inches away from your ass. 

He grabbed your neck, choking you a bit and releasing your hair, holding you up by your neck.

“I. Thought. I. Said. Be. Quiet” he grunted, each word he spoke followed by a hard thrust, jolting you forward.

You were so into it. Despite that he was choking you, and you were short of breath, you managed to let out a shaky ‘fuck daddy.’

As soon as you let that out, Nate practically growled, releasing your neck, pushing your face down into the pillows, grabbing your hips and thrusting into you so hard, and also using his hands on your hips to move you, bringing you back to meet his thrusts.

You could feel him so deep inside you, deeper than anyone has ever been causing you to moan out. 

“say it again” he demanded, thrusting harder into you. “louder”

“daddy” you whined.

Nate let out an animalistic growl and thrusted harder, reaching and pulling your hair back harshly, causing a moan to come from you.

“who owns this pussy” he growled in your ear, since he had you flush against his chest now, controlling you with your hair.

“y-you do daddy” you panted, screaming out as Nate hit your g-spot.

You were shaking, so close to letting go. You really couldn’t hold on much longer. You were clenching around him, and both of you were letting out short breaths, or little moans.

“I-I’m close daddy”

“fuck. Me too” he groaned, letting go of your hair and slamming into you, face down ass up.

You screamed out as you came around his cock, the feeling of your juices flowing all over him, pushing Nate that much closer.

Your legs were shaking as Nate rode out your high, getting closer to his. He pulled out, pumping his member hard and fast, moaning out ‘mmm fuck’ and your name, shooting his load onto your back.


After Nate had cleaned off your back, he threw you one of his shirts. Sliding it on, you turned and looked at him, a hazy smile on your face.

“you good?” he asked, reaching out and grabbing your waist.

“yeah” you breathed out, a little laugh coming at the end.

“you staying?”

“I mean…if you want me too.” 

“I think you should stay” he smiled, getting into bed and pulling you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. “cause I’d sure as hell like to start my morning off exactly how I ended my night”