- This is my first “fic” well it will be more of a drabble -
I REPEAT THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION EVER!!!
Warnings: unedited, first fic I’ve ever written, hopefully super fluffy fluff
Poly!Hamilsquad x reader
Summary: The boys have been really busy lately, reader is sleepy and clingy, the boys just love the way she acts when she needs more sleep.
AN: I hope this is good for the first imagine I’ve written, I was inspired by @a-schuylerr ‘s poly!hamilsquad imagine, “heavy eyes”. I wrote all this in one sitting, feel free to tell me if you like it or tell me some improvements, thanks :)
Now you weren’t going to lie, You haven’t been sleeping very well the past few days.
All the boys were very busy. Hercules with his tailoring, he is having to deal with a very picky rich woman who wanted everything to be her way or the highway.
Alexander was busy with all the work his boss, George Washington, was giving him. Then there is always fighting with Jefferson.
And John is busy…. Well you aren’t really sure what he’s been busy with, he’s just going in and out of the apartment constantly.
Then there was Lafayette. He was busy with volunteering at a local high school, tutoring children learning French. In fact, he is loving teaching his native tongue to the youngsters so much that he is thinking of possibly applying to be an official French teacher.
Now listen, it wasn’t that the boys were ignoring you, not by any means. They were just all so busy. Alex was staying up all night until dusk working on god knows what on his computer. Here being kept up late in his shop working on all his clothes he was making. John doing whatever it was John was doing.
The point is, they all got into bed once you were asleep and all at ungodly hours in the morning. You missed cuddling with them. And you tried you damn hardest to get them all to go to bed at a reasonable hour, but no matter your persuasive tactics, they would not budge from their respective places.
You all had the day off today, though they were at home, they were all still doing work. You were up, but still very sleep deprived and feeling sorta needy, you needed to touch them, you missed them.
But, it didn’t matter that you missed them and all you wanted to do was cuddle and watch a movie and eventually fall asleep. It didn’t matter because you had to go to the supermarket to get some food.
“Hey guys, I’m going to go to the store to get some food, anyone want anything?” you asked by the front door slipping on your favorite pair of boots, ‘cause it’s cold as hell in New York during the winter.
To your surprise, both Laf and John jumped up and said they’d join you.
You were more than happy to have them come along. The three of you set off down the stairs of your building after you all put on your coats, Laf made sure both you and john had on a scarf and a beanie and were warm enough.
Once at the store you took out your list of items you needed and the three of you set off to look for your desired items. The trip ended up taking much, much longer than anticipated, it took two and a half hours.
By the time you were in the check-out line, you were leaning heavily on Laf’s shoulder with your hand intertwined with his. John was looking at the two of you with so much love in his eyes.
“Mon amor, are you tired?” Laf teased.
“Mhm,” was the only response you were able to produce.
While you were waiting in this horridly long line, you closed your eyes. Above your head John and Laf glanced at each other, down at your sleepy form, back at each other, then smirked.
The boys love it when you got sleepy, ‘cause when you got sleepy you got clingy and cuddly and become very dependent on your four boys to take care of you and hold you.
John quickly texted both Herc and Alex to tell them that you were in this mood. He told them to get some blankets out and wrap up whatever they were working on.
All whilst checking out, you leaned on Laf and mumbled half awake sentences about hurrying up. John and Laf only internally “awwww”ed and lightly chuckled at you behavior.
On the car ride back to your apartment you sat in the back with John cuddled up to his side, your head on his chest. His soft humming, one hand running through your hair, the other rubbing your thigh in soothing motions, and the steady rise and fall of his chest were all coaxing you into sleep.
When you got back to the apartment building, John shook you awake. Your eyes fluttered open, you closed them again, your eyebrow creasing with the unwanted and unexpected awakening. You slowly brought you hands, curled in loose fists, to softy rub your eyes.
“W-wha’s goin’ on? Wha’ happened?” you murmured sleepily
“You fell asleep, baby girl, we’re back at the building now, you gotta get up,” John replied, a smile on his face. You were just so damn adorable.
“Oh,” you pouted slightly, you were so tired you couldn’t see straight. You lifted your arms with as much strength as you could muster and made grabby hand at Laf, signaling to him that you wanted to be carried,
Laf chuckled and did that thing people do when they see something so cute they frown and smile at the same time, trying not to exclaim out loud how cute and adorable and precious you were being.
Laf scooped you up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist, you arms wound tightly around his neck and nuzzled you head into the crook of his neck. His hands rested at you lower back and one under your jean-clad bottom to ensure you don’t fall. The placement of his hands pushed you closer to your boyfriend, you hummed contently, loving the physical contact.
Oblivious to you, Laf’s head shot up to make eye contact with John. Their eyes wide, trying their damnedest not to make any noises about you kola like behavior.
Laf, with you curled around him, carried you to the elevator, John strolled behind you two, looking at your head and how every now-and-then you would nuzzle your nose into his neck, your eyes closed and a content smile in your face.
When you finally got to your floor and into to the apartment, Laf set you on the bench near the front door that the five of you use to put extra bundle necessities in, and to sit in to put on and take off your shoes.
After taking off his own shoes, John bent down to unite and take off your shoes. While he was busy doing that you very slowly took off you coat and other winter accessories.
You softly rubbed you eyes again and looked up at John, who had now stood at full height, looking down at you making sure you got everything off without trouble. He smiled at you and offered you his hand. You smiled a small smile back and took his hand. He helped you up and you leaned against him.
As you neared the living room, your feet dragged. You were just so sleepy.
Alex was sitting all alone on the couch. Unknown to you, Laf had quickly gone to him once he saw Alex was seated on the couch and told him of your adorable sleepy clingy behavior. He kissed him and told him he needs to cuddle with you alone for a minute.
Once Alex saw you his face lit up, when he saw how you leaned on John and how cute you looked. His smile got bigger and internally thanked whatever god or gods there were that this beautiful woman, and handsome freckled man beside her, loved him. Alex could write for days on how beautiful and adorable you looked, clinging to John’s arm.
“Awwww, come here sweetheart,” Alex said to you, winking at John, silently telling him he knew what was going on and what was going to happen. John walked the two of you over to the couch, you crawled into Alex’s lap nuzzling you head into his neck, one hand at your side, the other wound in his hair.
Above your head John gave Alex one or two affectionate greeting kisses. After they parted, John planted a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head, then headed to the kitchen to help put up the couple of food bags Laf had taken from him before you even registered that you needed to take off you coat, just seconds ago. He kissed Herc for maybe a little longer than needed, but nobody was objecting. The two men who went with you on your shopping trip filled in Herc on how cute you were acting, how they just love you leaning on them, your clingy-ness, your little stumble shuffle combo as you attempt to walk at a reasonable pace.
Alex looked down at you fondly and said something you didn’t quite catch… Wait, when did you get into Alex’s arms. Ohhh, he so warm, and smells so good. And him rubbing soothing circles on your back, the other on your knee and thigh. Good lord- you could drift off into sleep right now. You feel his warmth and affection seeping into you, you were just too tired to know what was going on. His actions soothed you, you were falling asleep again, but you felt as if somewhere, far away, someone was trying to talk to you. You whimpered, burrowing your face closer to his neck, if that was even possible.
You are just about to fall asleep once again you feel his chest rumble as he says, “Hmmm, how ‘bout that,love? Would you like that? Did’ya hear me, little one?”
You grunted out a small “what”, getting metaphorically drunk of his warmth, sent, and the warm breath being blown on to your neck as he talks.
He chuckled lightly, if you’d have been fully responsive at the time you would have heard the smile in his voice as he repeated himself, “I said, how ‘bout we get you out of those jeans and into some sweats and we can all cuddle in bed, we have all had a long week, I think we all deserve a cuddle session.”
You slowly nodded, liking that idea, but not quite understanding in your half-asleep, well mostly asleep, daze.
As soon as you had finished nodding, your other three amazing boyfriends came out of the kitchen, Herc in the lead, eager to see you and cuddle you.
Herc crouched down in front of you and Alex and rested a hand on your thigh softy to get your attention. Your eyebrows crease once again, like they did in the car before you slowly lifted your head from the crook of Alex’s neck and was met with the face of your fourth lover, who had an endearing smile on his face, looking at you fondly.
“Hey there, sleepyhead,” Herc murmured to you, but the room was quiet enough that everyone herd it, even Laf and John who were embracing each other and smiling fondly and the small group on and in front of the couch.
“H-herc, hey, man, I m-missed you,” you mumbled, not having enough energy to speak very loud. You slowly lifted your arms from Alex to attempt to latch on to Herc.
Your lovers all chuckled, they found it amusing yet endearing that you called people “man” and “dude” when you were, or weren’t, tired.
Herc easily picked you up spun around in the direction of the bedroom, all after you had wrapped yourself around him, just like you had done with Laff not even ten minutes ago.
The rest of the boys followed in suit, John stopping by the thermostat to turn the heat down a little, once you were all five in bed, with all those big, furnace bodies *cough, cough* Laf and Herc *cough,cough*, somebody is bound to get a little over heated *cough, cough* you or Alex *cough, cough.*
Herc set you down on you feet, Laff by your side to keep you from falling over. John get you someone’s boxers, probably Alex’s, and grabbed a Black Lives Matter shirt, probably Herc’s, judging by the size, just a little bigger than Laf’s shirt.
John tossed the boxers and shirt to Laf so he could help you undress and dress. While Laf help you, the other boys got in more comfy clothes as well.
Laf slowly slid your jeans down your legs, being very patient while you wobbled and grabbed his shoulder to steady yourself when stepping out of them. Next came you panties, you were fine with being bare in front of them, they loved you for you. He steadied you as you stepped into the boxers. He slid them up your legs, when he stood at full height, he looked down at you and smiled, seeing your eyes closed and head tilting forward.
John kissed the place where Laf’s shoulder meets his neck and murmured in his ear, “You get comfy, I’ll finish changing our sleepy little one.”
Laf nodded an okay, turned and kissed John on the lips, only to part a couple seconds late when they heard your tired needy whine. Laf chuckled against the freckled man’s lip, and muttered to him, “Our princess sure is cling today, better get moving, she just might, how you say… pass out? Oui, pass out.”
Now it was John’s turn to nod. He pecked Laf’s lips once more, then turned to you. Your eyes were drooping closed, trying to stay awake, but failing.
“Hey, darlin’, lets get you out of that shirt, huh?” John murmured against your forehead, his southern drawl coming out on certain words in his sentence. The more relaxed he was, the more that sweet hint of southern twang came out. Normally that would have soaked those boxers you were wearing, but you were much to tired to even fathom that.
John slowly got your shirt and bra off, then slowly slid the shirt down your torso, his fingertips purposely skimming the sides of your breasts and your sides making you shiver and whimper a little. When you were sleepy and not focused, your skin’s sensitivity became heightened. But John knew not to go father, besides he was becoming more and more tired himself. When the shirt got to your waist he let go of the ends letting it fall and end a couple inches past your bottom. He pulled you in for a hug, which lasted at leas thirty seconds, your head facing sideways on the front of his shoulder.
John released you from his tight embrace. Alex swept you up into his arms and guided you to the bed, where you crawled to the center, the sheets where ice cold making you whine as your sensitive skin came in contact with the ice cubes you called sheets. But hat discomfort faded away quickly as Herc settles in on your right, John cuddled beside him, Alex to your left, Laf on the other side of him.
You sunk into Alex and Herc’s warm embrace with no effort, sleepily think about how much you love your boyfriends. Them bed became warm. as the room filled up with the love and affection you held for each other.
You were the first to fall asleep, your boys soon to follow.
As you drifted off to sleep Alex’s arm curled around your waist, and Herc intertwined his fingers with yours.
“No matter wha happen, a heart with dedication, compromise and love can turn down every storm” my contribution for #HeartsforAstruc One of the persons who has being my inspiration to return to draw again after a long HIATUS I had. And know he’s a little down made me to do in his Honor. Thomas, your a Chessy lovely person DON’T LET THE BAD GUYS put you down Hang in there. Wer’e here =)!
It was bad fight. One of the more verbally heated and aggressive that Jason and Bruce had ever had with each other. If Alfred hadn’t been there, Jason probably would have done more than just punched Bruce. But he had looked the butler right in the eyes and felt his entire inner being melt.
Hands still visibly shaking and bruised, Jason had stormed out of the Manor, ignoring Alfred’s sharp but hurting voice. Walking straight towards his bike, revving the engine and driving away into the night, refusing to look back. He was done looking back.
He could have gone anywhere. Could have gone back to one of his safe houses and calmed the storm of his anger with an angry sci-fi book exploring colonialism and slavery. Could have gone to Bludhaven or Metropolis to beat up some low-lifes without getting interrupted by family. Could have ridden down Route 66 and ended up at the bottom of the grand Canyon for all he cared…
So why the hell did he choose the ocean?
Jason Todd hated the ocean.
He always had. He had assumed it had something to do with the fact that he hadn’t learned how to swim until Bruce taught him during his intensive training as Robin.
Now, his dislike for the ocean had more to do with the murky green sea depths that bubbled up around you as your body sunk like a corpse. Seaweed grasping around ankles like talons ready to pull you down until your ears popped and saltwater filled your lungs and nose and you were clutching at your throat in desperation…
Jason Todd hated the ocean.
And yet, as he drove away down the interstate, hardly registering where he was going, his mind to filled with writhing emotions and thoughts and the roar of the engine to focus on the details, the ocean had called him.
He had pulled up along a quiet row of pastel-coloured beach houses, balanced on wooden stilts that had survived many a hurricane. Jason pulled his helmet over his head, shaking it and running his hand through sweaty hair with a deep cursory breath. He took a moment to let the heaviness of the pre-dawn atmosphere wash over him, sitting there hunched over in the silence, then slowly got off the bike and left it there, walking towards the distant crash of waves.
The old wooden bridge creaked beneath his boots as he walked over it, glancing around into the darkness as he took in the shapes of sand dunes and reeds rustling in the rough wind. When he reached the edge of the rough boardwalk he sat down, pulled his boots off, and rolled his cargo pants up above his calves.
Toes dug into cool sand as he stepped off the solid wood. Boots dangling by his side, Jason wandered out across the dunes, wincing against the pain of sharp shells scratching the soles of his feet. Soft, powdery grains became thick, grit, became cool water lapping against his ankles. Jason stopped, and looked out across the horizon with bated breath, his eyebrows furrowed, mouth twisted against the pain.
Pink clouds pooled across the edge of the calm ocean as the sun rose above the frothy waves, as if heralding Aphrodite’s birth. The sky was an orange soda mix of rose petals and hazy gold light that reflected off of the clear water that danced up onto the shore, only to retreat back to the great expanse that lay before him in white foam.
And suddenly, tears were streaming down Jason’s cheeks, the scene in front of him becoming a blurred, bokeh vision of light and fragile, waning hope that beat in his heart like the waves beating against the shoreline. He turned his face up to the sky and allowed the dim stars and constellations to fill his sight with something other than water.
Jason Todd hated the ocean.
The weariness burned in tired Jason’s bones, his lids growing heavy with the sleepless hours over the past week, and so he retreated back from the encroaching tide. He sat down in the sand, not even caring that it would get everywhere, and fought sleep while seconds and minuted ticked by unnoticed. The gentle sound of waves mixed with the occasional cry of a gull fought Jason’s stubbornness until he could stand it no longer. He felt himself sink back into a pillow of soft sand and drift away into nothingness, floating like a buoy on the waves…
His lifeless body thrown into a pit filled with glowing green waters that entered in through his nostrils and choked what little life he had left in him. It seemed intent on replacing his blood, mixing, coursing through veins until it pulsed with every choking, stuttered heartbeat…
Groaning, the sobs racking his chest in stilted breaths as his brittle nails shattered against wood, clawing like an trapped animal. A crack of boardwalk under his boots, the coffin caves in and mouldy earth and worms press against his emaciated body, sunken cheeks, filling his mouth so he can’t even scream anymore, can’t move a limb, trapped under the dirt…
Jason started awake, and found that he couldn’t move his legs. Breathing rapid and heaving, he dug his way out of the packed sand and scrambled back in confusion.
‘Aw, that took me like, forever. Why’d you have to go and ruin it?’
Jason blinked in the blinding sun, disoriented, throat dry and stomach still turning with writhing sickness. He shielded his eyes and found himself face-to-face with a boy wearing bat-branded swimming trunks and wielding a purple plastic shovel.
‘Kid…’ Jason started, his voice hoarse, the panic giving way to cold fury. ‘You can’t just bury random strangers while they’re sleeping.’
The boy sniffed, brushing a strand of tightly coiled hair away from his face and squinting at Jason dubiously, like he was crazy.
Jason let out a shaky sigh, running a hand across his sweaty brow. ‘Because. You just… you just, don’t. Okay?’
‘M’kay.’ He had the decency to look down, poking the sand in a somewhat apologetic, mostly distracted manner. ‘Well… sorry, I guess.’
They sat there for a moment in silence, Jason hugging his knees to his chest trying to calm his heart rate by taking in deep, slow breaths. But all he could see, all he could think about was the dirt collapsing in around him, burying him in the darkness. He shut his eyes, wishing the boy would just go away, but he could feel the kid’s stare boring through him.
‘Are you okay?’ the boy asked him finally, prying, curiosity mixed with genuine concern.
And Jason couldn’t help but let a small laugh escape him.
‘No,’ he admitted, his voice more scared than he had meant for it to sound, looking out towards the waves, his face stony. ‘No, I’m not. I don’t like the ocean. Or getting buried.’
The boy hummed thoughtfully, sitting down beside Jason and following his gaze.
‘Yeah… I don’t really like the ocean either. All my cousins can swim, but I can’t. That’s why I’m stuck here playing in the sand.’
‘Well, I’m sorry you can’t swim. But that doesn’t mean its okay for you to go around burying people in sand.’
‘Yeah, I guess you’re right,’ the kid admitted grudgingly. He picked up a shell and played with it, running his fingers over the ridges before he tossed it as far as he could. He turned to Jason and held out the purple shovel. ‘If you build a sand castle with me, I promise I won’t bury anyone else in sand.’
Jason looked down at the boy and smirked, half reminded of a much younger, carefree version of himself that used to make deals with Bruce. Bargains, compromises, bets just to stay out one hour later on patrol. And suddenly, he missed Bruce. He missed his hair-tousles and deep laughter and sarcastic come-backs. He missed the the hours they had spent together reading, training, studying, eating… learning how to swim.
Coming up spluttering from the deep-end, Bruce’s strong hand on his back, hugging Jason’s skinny body close to his bare-chest.
It’s okay, Jay-lad. You’re okay. I’ve got you.
‘What’s your name, kid?’ Jason asked the boy.
‘Do you want to learn how to swim, Jamal?’
Jamal’s eyes grew wide. ‘I thought you didn’t like the ocean?’
‘It’s not so bad when you’re not alone,’ Jason said lightly, shrugging his shoulders.
An impish, gleeful grin spread across Jamal’s face as he sprang up, kicking sand in Jason’s eyes.
‘Race you to the water!’ he yelled and dashed off.
Jason scrambled up after him with muttered curses, hoping the kid didn’t throw himself headfirst into the sea before he got there. His combat boots and Jamal’s purple shovel lay forgotten in the sand, abandoned in favour of peals of laughter that echoed across the ocean waters.
Wade: Peter, you’re a superhero! You work 24/7, not 9 to 5! You’ve got to be vigilant! Tireless! Dedicated! Peter: [sighs] You’re right… Wade: And my work here is done. Peter: Wha-!? What happened to tireless and dedicated!? Wade: I wasn’t talking about me.
So remember last year when the first trailer of Dunkirk came out and there was a glimpse of Harry drowning and we were all freaking out? I had this small piece in my drafts since then haha xx M
It was just a regular Sunday. You were at your boyfriend, Harry’s house for the weekend. You had a whole month off from Uni, which you were so grateful for. You had been coped up in school that you couldn’t spend enough time with Harry ever since his hiatus started. But now that you were free, you planned to spend as much time as possible with Harry.
Currently, you were sitting in his living room, scrolling through twitter on your phone while Harry was doing something in the kitchen.
All of a sudden, your phone blows up with notifications in your twitter mentions. You furrow your eyebrows, wondering why so many people were tweeting you all of a sudden. You look through your mentions and see a certain video in the tweets. At the top of it was written DUNKIRK TRAILER #1 and just from reading that your eyes are as wide as saucers, your heart lodging in your throat.
The trailer is out! The trailer of the movie that your boyfriend starred in. The trailer of the movie that was directed by Christopher Nolan. The movie that your fucking boyfriend starred in that was directed by Christopher fucking Nolan! Did he know it was being released? He didn’t say anything to you about it. Not once did he even hint at it.
Oh if he knew, he was going to get it. You thought.
You weren’t prepared when you clicked on the link. Ignoring the tweets that mention any spoilers, you bring your legs up on the couch and sit criss cross with your phone turned horizontal so you can see the video in full screen. You give a quick glance towards the kitchen, seeing that Harry still wasn’t back yet.
You clear your throat, your full attention solely focusing on the screen of your phone. It starts off calm before things suddenly get intense and your eyes widen, watering with tears. Your mouth is agape, the small tears streaming down your face this time when you see your boyfriend drowning on the screen with a terrified look on his face. You pause, putting your hand on your chest because your boyfriend was fucking drowning. And you weren’t there to fucking save him!
You rewind again to the part where he was drowning, watching it a few more times because you couldn’t believe how overwhelmed you felt. You didn’t know if the tears on your face are from pride or because you just had to witness your boyfriend drown with a helpless look on his face.
After re watching your boyfriend drown three or four more times, you finish the rest of the trailer. You close out the video, your mouth still agape as you read through the tweets.
Y/N, HARRY WaS DrOWNING JDJKSKF!!!!!
POOR FROG! WE WEREN’T ThERe TO SAVE hIM! *CRIES*
And you thought, same
Many of the tweets are incoherent and you couldn’t understand half of them but you didn’t mind because you totally understood why. You still felt shocked and overwhelmed. Your heart was bursting with so many different emotions. Quickly you exit out of the app and throw your phone on the couch next to you.
“Harryyy!!” Your voice cracks as you call out his name from the living room. You hear a loud BANG followed by his voice groaning Fuck! And your eyebrows raise up in concern, wondering what just happened.
The sound of your voice cracking and on the verge of crying immediately made him drop everything he was doing and quickly rush out of the kitchen. Not before accidentally stubbing his toe against the wall.
He sees you sniffling, wiping the tears off your face with the sleeves of his oversize sweater that you stole from him. He ignores the throbbing pain in his toe, kneeling on the floor in front of the couch so he can be eye level with you. He cups your face in his humongous hands, thumbs wiping the excess tears from your face.
“Oi! S’wrong? Wha’s happenin’ love?” He asks worriedly.
You shake your head, a frown on your face, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly. He was okay. He was okay. You don’t say anything and just bury your face into the crook of his neck, sniffling against it. He ignores the fact that your runny nose from your tears is touching the skin of his neck. He wraps his arms tightly against your back tightly, rubbing his hands up and down your back in a soothing manner.
He holds you for a few minutes before pulling back and cupping your face again. “Wha’ happened?” He asks you in concern.
“I-I was on twitter a-and–” He interrupts you with a stern look on his face.
“Were yeh readin’ those nasty an’ mean tweets, love?” He accuses, not letting you finish. “Told yeh not t’read those!” He scolds. “They’re just jealous of–”
You roll your eyes and huff, bringing your hand up to pinch his lips together to shut him up. He crosses his eyes to look down at your hand pinching his lips before looking back up at you.
“No, I wasn’t reading those mean tweets!” You tell him.
He taps his finger against your hand, urging you to let go see he could talk and you do. You look down in your lap and intertwine your hand with his, the one that wasn’t holding your face.
“Then why yeh cryin’, love?”
A sigh emits from your mouth, “I was on twitter and all of a sudden I’m being mentioned in these tweets and I look and I see that the trailer for your movie comes out and I–” Harry’s face quickly turns from understanding to disbelief, “I just watched it and you were drowning! Harry, you were drowning!!” You wail out.
“’s tha’ why yeh were cryin’? ‘Cos I was drownin’ in a film?” You nod, pouting sadly and he wants to kiss you but he holds himself back.
All of a sudden he laughs out loud, his hand letting go of your face to land on his chest. It was the kind of laugh that you thought was cute and obnoxious at the same time and usually it’s when he really thinks something is funny.
You glare at him, crossing your arms of your chest. “That’s not funny!”
Harry ignores you, continuing to laugh. “’course it is! I was just actin’ , love. See, ‘m here aren’t I? Was just makin’ tea in the kitchen, you nugget.” He scolds softly, chuckling at your angry glare.
You let out a shaky sigh, breaking your angry facade. “But you looked so terrified!” You instantly forget that you’re suppose to be angry with him and bring him close to you again by grabbing either side of his face and pucker your lips against his a couple of times in short kisses.
Harry smiles, loving the sudden affection and responds to each kiss.
“Love,” Kiss. “Yeh,” Kiss. “Pet.” Kiss. He halts you from giving him another kiss, holding your face in his hands and rubs his thumb underneath your eye. “Can’t get rid o’ me unless yeh tell me to leave yeah? Even then, ‘m gonna have a hard time leavin’ yeh.”
You shake your head in rebuttal. You’re never going to let him go. “I’m never gonna tell you to leave.” You say firmly. “You’re stuck with me.”
Harry fake cries in misery and you push at his chest again. He quickly grabs your wrists in his, holding your hands against his chest and leans in to kiss the side of your nose and under your eye.
“’m glad. No one else I’d rather be stuck with.”
You beam at him, kissing his lips again. This time it was a long kiss. The one where your lips would move in sync and he would tease your lips with his tongue, nudging it against your bottom lip to open your mouth. You would part your lips to grant access and he would immediately let his tongue roam in your mouth. Your sweet kiss turning into a hot make out session. You pull back with a loud POP to take a breath and look into his eyes, him doing the same, his chest heaving slightly.
His lips are wet and super red from your kissing and you were about to lean in again but before you do, you say something.
“You actually still managed to look good even when you’re drowning.” You tell him honestly and he cackles loudly, green eyes brighter than ever.
“‘m I suppose t’say thank you or summat?” He questions and you nod, making him chuckle again.
You pecks his lips again and say, “And I really love you.”
He gives you his cute dimpled smile, “I love yeh too, yeh goof.”
He lean in to kiss you again, your hands tangling in his hair while his grab the sides of your neck softly. You press your lips against his harder this time, immediately opening your mouth again for his tongue but pull back as soon as it happens.
“Pet!” He whines like a child who’s just been told he isn’t allowed to have ice cream. “‘m tryin’ t’kiss yeh but yeh keep interruptin’! Wha’ have yeh got to say now?”
You pout, brows furrowing in annoyance. “Was just gonna tell you I wanted to give you a blowjob,” You grumble.
His eyes quickly widen, mouth agape at your blunt words. He wasn’t going to complain about that. If this is how you were going to get whenever he stars in a movie, he should really consider an acting career.
“‘M sorry, love!” He quickly apologizes and you shake your head in denial.
“Too late,” You tell him sternly, causing him to quickly pout, knowing you won’t be able to resist for long with his eyes and lips.
“Pleaseeee,” He begs, fluttering his eyes and you sigh, hating him for being so cute.
“Fine. Since you deserve it,” You give in and he beams happily like a child on Christmas.
He stands up from the floor, his bones crunching in his knees from the sudden stretch. He raises his arms above his head, letting out a loud content sigh. You notice his shirt ride up, the ferns on his hips being displayed and the small trail of hair that leads to place where you were about to put your mouth.
You wrap your arms around his waist, pushing his shirt up to touch his smooth muscle with your hands. You kiss around his tummy, making him giggle cutely. You look up at him, your head resting against his hard abdomen.
“Hey,” You say, making him look down at you. His hand tangles in your hair, massaging your head.
“Hm?” He hums, brow raising in question.
“I’m really proud of you,” You tell him, gazing at his face that brightens, his heart shaped lips turning into a soft grin.
“Know yeh are, pet. Know yeh are.” Because he really does. And there’s no one else he’d want more proud than you.
And in that afternoon, you really show him how proud you are of him.
Warnings: SMUT. Excessive use of pet names, mentions of bruises and small cuts, oral sex (fr), unprotected sex, slight spanking, instead of his metal arm Buck-Buck has a full sleeve of tattoos, he’s hot. This is for the second part.
So I sent ans ask for @bucky-plums-barnes Sinful Sunday about Bucky having a full sleeve of tattoos and being the kind of guy your parents always told to stay away from, @ryverpenrad said they’d write another version of this, so I’m tagging them and my wives @sexylibrarian1 and @thecrownedrose Because I love them!