#hamilsquad x you

[multifamdomfan]

Could you do a hamilton boys with a plus sized afab!reader? 🫶

Hamilsquad x plus sized! fem!reader

🫶 right back at'cha babe

Can be interpreted as platonic or romantic

Let's be honest the boys don't care what you look like

It's what's on the inside that counts (cheesy I know but it's true)

They all think you're beautiful because of your personality

But it does have some perks

They all think you give the best hugs and cuddles

You're their personal pillow

Besides that it doesn't affect the relationship

If you ever get insecure Alexander can and will write you a eighty page document on how amazing you are and how beautiful you are

John will cuddle you and try to love the insecurity away (it's bound to at least help)

Lafayette showers you with compliments and kiss you on the cheek after each one

Hercules will sit down and talk with you if you want if not that's fine too. He will compliment you as well and hugs you ^^

If your insecurity is because someone talks bad about your u or said something to your face they are pissed

Even if you aren't insecure and someone is being a jerk to you they are still pissed

If you don't care that's great, I wish I had your confidence but they care. You're important to them and they are not going to let someone disrespect you

Alex and John will try to fight the person immediately

Herc will push his anger aside and focus on you and what you need

Lafayette will cuss the person out and verbally attack them in both English and French

You are amazing and deserve to be treated with respect and they won't tolerate anything else

[keithpaladin05]

Poly hamilsquad x reader sickfic

It was a quiet morning in the middle of November. You woke up to a pounding headache, piercing stomach pains, and a dry, sore throat. You writhed around on the bed, willing the pain to go away. Your eyes welled up with tears and you whimpered in pain. “Mmm babygirl?” John whispered as he yawns and rolls over to face you. He sees your eyes welling up with tears and your face scrunched up in pain. “Hey, baby come here” he cooed as you put your head into the crook of his neck. “I-it hurts s-so bad” you sobbed into his neck as you tightly grasped his shirt. “Shhhhh where’s it hurt baby girl?” “My head, s-stomach and t-throat.” You whimpered out. John kissed your forehead and leaned over you to shake Laf awake. “Laf, hey, wake up babe.” Laf stirred and opened his eyes slowly. “What’s going on?” He asked sleepily. “Baby girl is sick” John said sadly as he rubbed your back. “Aww mon amour come here” he cooed and kissed your shoulder. He then placed the back of his hand against your forehead and hummed in disapproval. “You have a fever lovie” you whine and cuddle into Laf’s chest. “I’ll go find some medicine” John says as he climbed over Herc, waking him in the process. He grumbles but stops once he sees the state you’re in. “Awww honey” he coos as you look at him sadly with a pained look on your face. “H-hurts s-so b-bad” you croaked and your eyes welled up with tears again from the pain. “I know baby, I know” Herc said sadly as he moved closer and kissed your unusually warm forehead.

A few minutes later John comes back in with some pain pills, a glass of water, and some tea. “We probably should wake up Alex so he knows what’s going on” John says as he sits by your feet, rubbing your calf soothingly. John then stood up and shook Alex awake gently. “Baby, wake up. (Y/n) is sick” John said. Alex immediately woke up to that and sat up concerned. “Is she okay? Where is she?” He asked frantically as he looked around the room and spotted you cuddled in between Laf and Herc. “Awww lovely, what’s got you so sick, hmm?” You just shrug and let out a tearful sniffle. “I-I don’t know” you mumbled and snuggled your face into Herc’s shoulder. “Try and go back to sleep honey” Herc said quietly and stroked your hair. You nodded and closed your eyes.

Around an hour later you woke up feeling worse than before. Your stomach was churning painfully, and your head felt like it was going to explode. You then felt the vomit coming up your throat and you ran to the bathroom. You didn’t have time to shut or lock the door so of course the guys heard you. You heard Laf come into the bathroom and he sat down behind you. “Shhhh mon amour just let it all out” he soothed as he tied your hair back and rubbed your back soothingly. Once you were finished you leaned back into his chest in a fit of sobs. “H-hurts” you said in between sobs. “I know baby, I know” he whispered as he rubbed your stomach in soothing circles. “Lets clean you up then we’ll go snuggle on the couch” he says as he wipes your mouth with a cloth and picks you up bridal style. He brings you to the couch and lays you down with your head on Alex’s lap while he typed away on his laptop. “Feeling any better babe?” He asked while stroking your hair. You shook your head no and nuzzled your face into his stomach. Alex looked at you sadly and went back to typing.

~time skip~

It was around 5pm now and you were currently laying on top of John’s chest on the couch watching a movie you couldn’t remember the name of as you were in a fever induced daze. Herc brought you some more medicine about 30 minutes prior but you still felt just as sick as this morning. John noticed you dazing with a blank and tired look on your face and rubbed your back in soothing circles. “Go to sleep baby” he said softly and pulled the blanket up to your neck. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his waist.

Around an hour later the rest of the boys had all joined you in the living room for a chill movie night. You were sitting in between John and Laf, with Herc on the reclining chair and Alex on his lap. There was pizza on the coffee table and you were happily munching away.

“You feeling better love?” Laf asks as he puts his arm around you.

“A little, thanks to all of you” you swipe happily and put your head on his shoulder, happy to have your boys.

[aiakosm]

The funniest thing about the ship MariEliza(Maria Reynolds x Eliza Hamilton) is that in the few fics I’ve read, Alexander either saw it coming or is just not surprised.

It doesn’t matter the plot (I.e: Eliza helping Maria out of her relationship with James, Eliza and Alex have a big fight and she meets the woman at a bar, Alex cheats and Eliza gets closure with Maria, etc) and it doesn’t matter the time period (I.e; Modern or historical) the moment Eliza comes out that she’s in a relationship with Alexander, he is simply not surprised.

And it’s really funny when you consider everyone else’s reaction. Angelica is all like ‘I didn’t know you like girls?’ The hamilsquad(which is a very funny name) are all shocked and like ‘Congrats?’ Because they genuinely thought Alex and Eliza were to last forever.

And Alex is just like: ‘Cool 👍’ 

Nice.

[adorawritesalot]

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[artqueen02]

Why, why is it that whenever I search something like 'poly hamilsquad' or 'poly!rev set' or anything like that I either get

x Burr

or

x Reader

Like No! no thank you! like, I'm not shaming you if you enjoy x Reader fics but they're just like! Not For Me! and like 90% of the time they're smut and i just Cannot Do Smut! and like honestly I don't particulary ship Burr with anyone!

Just like please, give me some good, domestic fluff, please or like just general fluff, I'll even take angst! just, not this please.

[lay-z]

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→ Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader (Modern AU):

♪ get you the moon: prologue

♪ get you the moon: prt 1: John – “You gave me a shoulder when I needed it”

[katie-writes24]

Somebody Else

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x reader

Warnings: Language, cheating, drinking, that bastard Hamilton, also that bastard Jefferson, angst, and a whole bunch of sad

As I patiently struggle through school, I will leave you with some EMOTION! I haven’t ever really wrote such a fic with no happy ending (spoiler!but not really) and I think it really brought out the worst in me....OH WELL, enjoy! I promise to give you a happy ham fic next time! Oh and low key was listening to Water Fountain by Alec Benjamin before writing this, but it’s not exactly how the song is. Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Alex knew she wasn't a party girl, he knew she would much rather stay at home and binge watch a show, or even go out and eat at diners and grab milkshakes at the early hours of the morning. But not party.

Y/N knew how important this party was for him, she knew that even if it was a stupid frat party, his friends invited him and after such a long day of bickering back and forth with Jefferson, he needed a break. She knew he wanted to go to the party and hang around people that would make him forget about it.

Alex said if he was taking a break, so was she.

It was at a frat house about four blocks away, so they walked, enjoying the nice breeze of October and holding hands. Alex smiled at her, thanking whatever god helped him convince her to go with him tonight.

It was like something in a movie, people scattered both in and outside the house, beer cans everywhere. There was loud speakers inside blaring music, and couples making out in corners. People were playing beer pong in the small loft by the kitchen, and the living room was full of wasted brains grinding on everything.

"Hamilton, you son of a bitch, get over 'ere," Alex turned to find a tipsy John lean against his shoulder with a beer in his hand.

"How much have you already had to drink tonight, John?" Alex held his elbow to steady him.

"Enough for more," John looked over and saw Y/N. "Damn girl, you lookin good!"

She blushed and rolled her eyes, gripping onto her jacket self consciously. "Thanks, Laurens, not too shabby yourself,"

John gave her a dopey smile, "Now, my lady, if you would let me borrow your boyfriend. There's lots of catching up to do if he's ever gonna catch up to my level," He started humping Alex's leg, and Y/N laughed as Alex pushed him off him.

"Go for it, I'm gonna grab my own drink," Y/N gave Alex a quick peck and headed over to the kitchen. If she was gonna be here for some hours, she might as well get herself tipsy.

After pushing her way through obnoxious students, she made it to the island that held every possible drink available. She recognized a familiar face standing by the cooler.

"Well, thank god you're here," She smirked and squeezed his shoulder, making the man turn around and smile big.

"Sup, Y/N, I didn't think you'd come," Hercules gave her a hug and offered her a beer, which she gladly accepted.

"I didn't think so either, but Alex had a rough week, he needed a night out," She shrugged and chugged some of her drink.

"But a frat party? How about a club, at least they have decent places to sit at," Herc eyed two girls that were grinding on one guy on the sofa in the next room over. Y/N choked on her drink as she laughed.

After talking for a few more minutes, they walked back into the living room and found John and Alex surrounded by a bunch of other undergrads, John telling a drastic story about something that required lots of hand movements.

"Hercules, please save us from this story!" Anjelica looked at him with wide eyes, looking back at John who was standing too close to her. Y/N snickered, but she agreed, the man looked like he was about to throw up any second.

"Ahh, mon amie, you're here," Lafayette got up from the couch and gave her a hug and a kiss on each cheek. "How are you, cherie? It's been too long."

"I know, it's been pretty busy, but I missed you Laf," Y/N looked up and saw him give her a knowing look. She probably should've visited him a lot sooner.

Alex pulled her over to him and wrapped his arm around her waist, and she got a whiff of just how much he already had to drink. Aaron was standing next to them and rolling his eyes at whatever story John was speaking about.

They stayed like that for another hour, just talking and laughing. Then Alex and Aaron wanted to go rile up James about his friend being the usual prick in class, leaving Y/N standing there lonely with her drink in hand.

"C'mon, kid,” Anjelica threw her arm around her shoulders and lead her to the kitchen. "Let's play some beer pong."

She always knew how to get things off her mind, Anjelica had that perfect mix: fierce and caring.

They played girls against boys, Hercules and his roommate on the other end. John came over and started cheering for both teams, his drunken slurs making them all laugh. He soon left, running after Laf.

Y/N was actually starting to enjoy herself, she was laughing with friends, drinking her worries away, and forgetting her nerves of coming here.

The party didn't stop getting crowded though, somehow more people came in and rooms were becoming too full.

Y/N was trying to make her way into the loft when she ran straight first into a chest, her drink spilling over her jacket.

"Shit, I am so sorry, darling," The southern drawl came from no other than Thomas Jefferson. She had nothing against the guy, didn't even know him except seeing him across campus and hearing the, most likely over-exaggerated, stories from Alexander.

"Don't sweat it," Y/N grimaced as she took off her jacket and shook off the remaining droplets of beer.

"Can I get you another drink?" He was being polite, and his cheeks were blushing from embarrassment. She couldn’t hold it against him.

"You can get me some paper towels and a water," She tucked her jacket under her arm and followed him into the kitchen.

"You're Hamilton's girlfriend right?" Thomas has a look in his eye, something that told her that he was trying to play something.

"I am," She patted down the stain that faded into her clothing, looking up to find him looking at her with endearment. "What, is this your payback at whatever shit you two are arguing about?"

Thomas chuckled, "No, I really didn't mean to. I was just thinking what a lucky guy he is."

Y/N rolled her eyes, she was not going to get into this. But she was raised to be polite, and the man didn't do any harm, she's had worse spilt on her. "Well, thank you, Thomas,"

"Ah, so he talks about me. Well, I should be flattered," He smirked as he leaned against the counter. It made her laugh at the stance. "So, you know my name, do I get the honor of knowing yours?"

"I'm Y/N," She shook his hand and startled as he kissed her knuckles.

"I hope to see you around, don't let Hamilton talk your ear off too much," He hesitated before walking away. "And sorry again about the drink."

Y/N waved and flung out her jacket once more, sipping on the water he got her. She felt more clear headed, but she started getting too hot in the room. She looked at her phone and saw that they've already been there for four hours. Y/N rubbed her head and moved into the living room again. She hadn't seen Alex in a while, and maybe she could convince him to go back home.

Her eyes scanned the crowded room, but between the flashing lights and bodies dancing around, it was hard to find him.

She saw Eliza grinding up against some guy in the corner, but luckily they made eye contact, and she threw a quick wave at her. Y/N waved back and mouthed have you seen Alex?

Eliza furrowed her brows and shook her head, smiling in apology.

Y/N frowned and looked away, not particularly wanting to see her friend dance so seductively.

She eventually spotted him in the corner of the room, at least she thought it was him, she could only see a red shirt that he came here in.

"Y/N, come check thi' outs," John was still slurring and making his way behind her, trying to get her attention. But she was too focused on finally seeing her boyfriends face.

He was standing awfully too close to a girl, one with dark curls and bright red lipstick that matched her dress. Alex had an arm on the wall next to her head and was smirking down at her, whatever she was saying made him smile dirty.

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and watched the scene before her, trying to hope that it wasn't leading to what she feared. John was still tugging her arm, but when she pulled away with force, his smile had wiped off and he followed her eyes.

John looked over his shoulder and quickly found Lafayette. "Laf, c'mere,"

Alex grabbed at her hips, saying something that made her throw her head back in a laugh. She looked at him and shook her head. Y/N felt her eyes water as she ran her nails through his hair, pulling it out of the ponytail and Alex's locks fall down to his shoulder.

"Y/N, come, cherie," Laf was the one pulling her arm now, he was more gentle, but Y/N still fought against it. She was gonna stay and watch it. She was gonna watch her boyfriend cheat on her.

The girl was whispering something in his ear and it made Alex bite his lip.

"Y/N, please, he's not worth it," Laf held a hand against her hip.

Alex was leaning in, even from across the room she could tell his eyes were dark.

"Y/N,"

She tugged his arm off him one last time.

Tears ran down her face as their lips finally connected.

She felt sick, Y/N felt her jacket drop from her hands, and she couldn't help let out a sob. People were calling out her name, it sounded like sympathy.

She let the arms around her finally pull her out. She didn't see where she was going, but she eventually made it outside.

She broke down, cried and wrapped her arms around the body closest to her.

"Shhh, I know, mon amour, shhh," It was Laf, thank god. He always knew how to comfort her. And he held her tight, rubbing her back and leaning his head against hers.

"Why...why would he-" Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, letting her tears run down onto Laf's shirt.

"I don't know, Y/N," Laf whispered, and she heard more footsteps come from behind them.

"Fucking bastard," It sounded like Hercules, but she couldn't be sure, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

"Did you find Anjelica?" Laf asked Hercules, leading the girl he was holding off the front porch.

"Yeah, she looked furious. Probably gonna kick his ass, she said don't wait up," There was some shuffling and then Herc was walking away. "I'll get the car."

"Y/N, look at me, regarde moi, ma cherie," Y/N didn't want to, she wanted to just drown herself in his chest and hold onto him until her arms gave out. But as he gently tugged on her chin, her bloodshot eyes looked up into his.

"Don't stress yourself over this, please," Laf looked like he was about to cry himself. "You deserve so much better than that boy, Alex is ècume complète!"

Y/N didn't want to come to reality, but she didn't have any other choice. The man who she spent the last three years with, who told all of her deepest fears and secrets to. The man who made her laugh and forget about everything else. The man who helped her study and danced in the kitchen at two am, who talked her ear off. The man who promised to keep her safe, and to love her. The man she loved.

He just threw it all away.

Lafayette pulled her to the car, and while she was stepping in the front seat she heard her name be called. She turned and found John tripping over to the car. Y/N rolled her eyes, she didn't really want to deal with Alex's best friend right now.

"Y/N, I'm...I'm so sorry-" John was acting pretty sober, considering how much he had to drink that night.

At least someone could control their alcohol.

"Don't, John... don’t. You have nothing to be sorry about," Y/N wipes her eyes and looked at him one last time. "You weren't the one that kissed her."

She shut the door and left John sad and helpless.

Let me know if you want to be tagged: @companionjones @biafbunny

[andrea-is-bored-101]

Why is no one else talking about how the last notes of dear Theodosia, the song where you are introduced to Hamilton's child for the first time, are also the opening / closing notes of it's quiet uptown, the song right after the death of Philip Hamilton.

[ask-reincarnated-au-lams]

Hey, you two! :) How did you guys manage to meet each other again?

((I know it’s cliche but I love cliches)

[to-write-ornah]

Oh, Baby

A/N: idk what this is but it's cute

Warnings: none?

Pairing: Lafayette x reader (modern au)

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You were practically bouncing out of your seat. Your plane landed in half an hour, and once you got past baggage claim, you would finally be able to see your fiancé. Gazing out the window, you marveled at how different New York was from Paris. You were also glad you'd decided to sleep for most of the nine hour flight. Catching your reflection in the window, you decided to go freshen up before landing.

Fixing your hair and makeup in the small bathroom, your thoughts turned again to your fiancé, as well as the friends he had promised to introduce you to. You were excited to see Lafayette, but also incredibly nervous to meet his friends. He'd spent almost a year in America, only coming back to France a handful of times. But the last time he came back, he'd told you that he was looking for an apartment for the two of you, so you could come to New York and live with him. You were overjoyed, and had started packing immediately. And now it was finally here.

The last half hour went by quickly. The plane landed, and you were one of the first to exit (perks of first class.) After a quick stop in the restroom, you went to baggage claim and located your bags. You'd only brought a small and a large suitcase, seeing as how everything else was being shipped to your new apartment anyway.

Stepping out of baggage claim and into the front of the airport, you stood on your tiptoes, trying to locate Gilbert via his curly hair.

"Mon amour!" You heard his voice from behind you, and spun around. There he was.

"Mon cœur," you breathed, dropping your bags and running straight to him. He met you halfway, catching you in an embrace as you threw your arms around his neck. He spun you around a few times, repeating the same phrase over and over.

"Tu es là."

"Je suis ici, mon amour. Je suis ici," you whispered in his ear. His curles tickled your nose, but you could only smile as you hugged him tighter. He set you down, but didn't stop touching you. His hand came up to gently caress your cheek before pressing his lips to yours. You immediately kissed back. It was soft and tender, and conveyed exactly how much you had missed each other.

He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

"Je t'aime, ma belle fleur."

You smiled. "Et je t'aime, ma vie."

He ran his thumb over your cheek, pressing another kiss to your lips before pulling away again.

"How is the English coming, mon amour?" He asked, smiling softly at you.

You laughed. "I don't think it is too bad, but I could do better. Try only English with me, or I'll cheat and go back to French." He laughed softly and nodded.

"Well, are you ready for me to take you home?" You nodded excitedly.

"S'il vous plaît."

With that, he took your small hand in his much larger one and picked up the bags you'd left on the floor, taking you outside and hailing a cab.

He didn't let go of your hand the entire ride home.

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Your new apartment was lovely. It wasn't overly furnished, seeing as how Laf had just gotten into it a few weeks ago, but it was enough to be comfortable.

Laf brought your suitcases to the bedroom, which was larger than you expected, and had an enormous bathroom and closet.

"Would you like to get settled? Or maybe sleep for a few hours?" He asked, his face soft and caring.

"I slept on the airplane, mon amour. I'm alright. Although, I have been sitting for far too long. Maybe we could walk around?" You suggested. His eyes lit up as he stepped toward you.

"Would you like to? I know a park we can go. C'est tres belle!"

You laughed at his excitement and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I would love that, mon chère."

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After three hours of walkin and talking in a very beautiful park, you and Laf returned to your apartment. You put a few things away, took a shower, then got ready for bed. Curling up next to your fiancé's much larger frame, you felt truly safe.

His arm curled around your waist, gently pulling you into him. In spite of being an ocean away from home, you slept better than you had in months.

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You woke up with a weight across your back. Not crushing, but pleasant. Turning over, you were met with the sleeping face of your love. You smiled softly and cuddled closer to the sleeping man.

He instinctively tightened his hold on you, nuzzling into your neck and leaving half awake kisses there.

"Gilbert," you laughed, "ça chatouilles!"

He poked his head up, slowly raising an eyebrow.

"No one here calls me Gilbert," he remarked sleepily. "I haven't heard my name in months."

With that he let his head drop and went back to leaving gentle kisses on your neck. This caused you to giggle, and in retaliation you poked your fingers into his side.

He flinched backwards, eyes wide in shock.

"Alright, amour, if that's how you want to play," he grinned. His fingers suddenly wrapped around your waist. He wiggled them slightly and gained an instantaneous reaction.

"No, stop!" You laughed, squirming to get away. "Gil, stop! Stop, s'il vous plaît, stop!"

He grinned as he ignored your pleas, continuing to tickle you relentlessly.

"Gilbert du Motier, stop!" You shrieked, limbs thrashing. His hands stilled though his grip was still tight around your waist. A thoughtful look came over his handsome features.

"Hmm," he prentended to think for a moment. "It depends on how much you love me."

"I love you with all my heart," you whispered, lifting his hand and pressing a gentle kiss to his palm. His expression softened.

"And I am beyond happy to be here with you." You leaned toward him, brushing your lips over his in a soft yet teasing manner. His facial hair tickled your cheeks, but you had missed it and him too much to care.

He growled slightly, moving forward and pressing your lips together. He moved his hand to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss and moving so he was above you and supporting himself on his forearms. You moaned softly, reaching up and raking your fingers through his curls. You pulled slightly, causing him to groan into your mouth.

He rolled his hips against yours teasingly. You moaned again, and he slippped his tongue past your lips. You fought for dominance, but quickly lost. His tongue explored your mouth as his hands ghosted up and down your sides, resting gently on the sides of your breasts.

He pulled away, capturing your lower lip between his teeth before moving to your jaw, then down your neck.

You moaned again as his hands gently massaged your breasts, bucking your hips slightly when he rolled his hips down on yours again.

You were just getting into it when an obnoxious song you didn't recognize played from Gilbert's phone, interrupting you.

"Merde," Lafayette cursed, dropping his head to your shoulder.

"What is that?" You asked, looking back at the nightstand.

"I'm going to kill Hamilton," he groaned, reaching over you to grab his phone. Pressing the end button, he tossed it back to the nightstand and began to kiss you again.

The ringtone started up again and Laf groaned loudly. He dramatically fell next to you before reaching for the phone once more.

"What, Alexander?" He growled into the phone.

"I'm busy at the moment," he said after a few seconds. You couldn't hear the man on the other end, but your fiancé was obviously annoyed with him.

"I didn't forget but it's-" Laf checked the clock, "noon," he finished, a little less forcefully.

"Fine, we'll be right there." He hung up and dropped the phone on the bed, gently falling on you.

"Are we late to meet your friends?" Your voice was light and hardly concealed your amusement.

"Oui. Very late, actually. We were supposed to be there an hour ago."

You sat up, or at least tried to. Your fiancé wrapped his arms around your waist to prevent you from leaving.

"Gilbert, that is so rude. We need to go," you struggled to get out of his grasp, but to no avail.

"Why can't I just have my fiancée to myself for...all of today," he mumbled into your side.

"Tell you what," you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his thick curles. "If we go and appease your friends, then," you leaned down and whispered the rest of your sentence in his ear.

When you sat up again he turned toward you with a shocked expression, which quickly turned to a sly grin.

"Deal," he said quickly, jumping up from the bed and racing to the closet. He ran back into the room with his shirt half off and a pair of jeans on. You watched him in amusement.

"Well?" He asked, raising a brow. "Get dressed, amour, we've got to go so we can get back!"

You chuckled, but got up and headed to the bathroom. Easy makeup and a pretty summer dress got you ready before Gilbert could finish taming his hair. Twenty minutes later and you were in a cab on your way to meet Gilberts friends.

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"Laf! Over here!" A tall man with dark skin and a beanie waved you over to a table in the corner.

"Mes amis!" Laf grinned as he greeted his friends. He hugged the guy with the beanie, then a shorter man with long hair done in a ponytail, and finally another man with curly hair and freckles. All of them greeted one another with hearty laughter and remarks of 'good to see you.'

You stood slightly behind Gilbert, smiling at the interaction.

"So, is this your lovely fiancée?" Freckles asked.

"Oui," Gilbert turned to you with a loving smile, extending his hand toward you. You accepted it, and came to stand by him as he introduced you to his friends.

"Y/n, this is Hercules," he gestured to the man with the beanie, "John," freckles, "and Alexander." Ponytail guy.

"Mes amis, this is my beautiful fiancée, Y/n."

"Damn Laf, you always talk about how pretty she is, but you didn't say drop dead gorgeous," Alexander stepped forward, and you ignored his handshake in favor of a hug.

"It is so nice to meet all of you," you said, smiling. You turned and hugged John, then Hercules. You were beaming at them all as you pulled away.

"I wanted to say to you," you looked to Gilbert for reassurance that you weren't messing up your English, to which he gave you a smile and a nod.

"I wanted to say that I thank you, for taking care of Gilbert when I was not here, so that he wasn't lonely." Your words were slow and bit unsure, but a bright smile from your love told you that you'd done well.

"It was our pleasure," Hercules said, giving you a warm smile. "We'd never leave him on his own. He wouldn't make it," he joked.

"How about we sit down?" John suggested, and with that everyone moved to the table.

Alexander shot Laf a funny look before blurting out, "you call him Gilbert?"

Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

"That is his name, no?"

Alex laughed; not in a cruel way, but as if you had said something genuinely funny. The other three were rolling their eyes.

"Laf, she's adorable. Please never let her go," John said through a smile.

"Don't worry, mon ami," Gilbert looked at you adoringly as he brushed a stray piece of hair out of your face. "I never will."

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Back to You (Head Canons)

A/N: Okay, I’ve never done these before so bare with me. @mettatonlover858 I hope these are okay!

Alex

Alex is such a softie when it comes to his lovers.

He’s like a cute little kitten, but around everyone else he exudes this real serious attitude.

The first time you come to visit him at work one day and everyone is confused. They’re sure he has a twin because he’s not only smiling he’s laughing.

Jefferson is shocked and says as much as he tries to introduce himself. Hams response?

Literally picking you up before Jefferson has a chance to touch you, and taking you to his office, glaring him the whole time.

When you were in the hospital he was super irritable.

The first time he just didn’t want to work

You beat him at nearly every video game, you’re the champ in the household

It both infuriates him and astounds him. He loves it, but he also wants to win, “Just once, babe, come on!”

 Anytime any of you fall asleep on the couch he snaps a pic of you! He has a whole collection of sleeping photos!

He adores you, he sometimes just stares at you…

“What?”

“I love you.”

“You’re a dork.” 

“A dork you’re in love with.”

“That’s very true, but stop staring at me. You’re making me nervous.”

“Guess I’ll just have to kiss you then.”

 John

Actually knew you way back when, in elementary school. You guys go way back

He has a class picture of you with pigtails and he loves it

He also loves when you wear your hair in pigtails, he’s just like on you all day.

He keeps giving you kisses, and sweet snuggles, tickles you a bit, constantly nuzzling your neck…

“Jack,” you giggle, as he tickles your ear.

“What is it, baby girl,” he stops for a moment smiling into your shoulder.

“I’m trying to make my coffee,” you chuckle.

“Go ahead, baby girl, I’ll just be here.”

He tickles your side and kisses your neck, as you let out little giggles, trying to escape his hold.

“Why do you get so handsy when I wear pigtails?”

You turn in his arms, smiling up at him.

“Because it reminds me if when we were little and how lucky I am that I found you later,” he kisses your nose.

“Plus, you look really freaking cute and I just can’t help myself.”

You laugh as he picks you up and places kisses all over your face and neck.

He has a sketch book for each one of you, filled with sketches upon sketches of each of you.

His favorite sketch of you is one he did of you laughing. It had taken forever, but he loved how carefree and happy you looked.

Always tells you cheesy pick up lines at random times, it’s bad, but he loves how much you laugh when he uses them.

Just so happens to be terrible at cooking

May or may not have started a fire, once or twice  (four times)

He doesn’t even know how it happens, he tries, he really does

His absolute favorite thing to do is cuddle with all of his lovers, especially if he’s in the middle, it makes him feel, loved and safe.

Doesn’t know how he could live without any of you, he doesn’t like to think about it.

 Lafayette

Was the first one to fall crazy in love with you.

Blushed everytime you came into the room, which was weird for him because he’s usually calm and collected

He got that way with each of you though, you all gave him butterflies.

Loves holding hands and playing with your fingers. When he first held your hand he blushed for a good thirty minutes before calming down. Then he blushed again when you kissed his cheek.

Also, loves morning kisses. He loves to surprise you with an extra passionate kiss when you’re first waking up.

You make a really cute surprised noise and then hum as you sink into him, he loves it.

You two have “bake-offs” where you make two different desserts and the boys “Judge” them (Which only means they compliment each of you.

You both always swear the others is better, the boys usually call a tie.

He sings French songs to you, he swears he doesn’t have a good voice, you tell always tell him otherwise…

“Mon ange, are you sure you want me to sing to you?”

“Yes, I love it when you sing to me.”

“My voice is  not that great..”

“On the contrary darling, your voice is as smooth as honey, now sing.”

“Rein port toi, mon amour.”

Cannot sleep unless at least one of you is with him

Sleep talks in french, it is the cutest thing ever.

Was the only one that could get you to take medicine when you were healing

Loves to be needed.

 Hercules

Started calling you little mama after a dream he had that you were pregnant, you were having twins and he was actually kind of sad it was only a dream

He’s hopeful for the future though, always tells you that you would make a great mother someday

He loves to make you laugh

He feels so accomplished when he can really make you laugh, it makes his day.

Was dying to hear you call him big poppa when you were getting better, it took everything in him not break down when you finally said it.

Loves to carry you to bed, after you’ve fallen asleep

You get real cuddly and he loves the way you cling to him.

He has several sketch books full of different out fits he wants to make all of you.

Loves Eskimo kisses, they make him feel fuzzy and warm

Is actually a really good dancer, loves holding you all close when you dance together

Jokes that he literally fell in love with you. The day he realized he was, he tripped and fell right in front of you. You rushed over to help him and make sure he was okay…

“Oh my god, Herc, are you okay?”

You worriedly look over him as he stands.

“I think I’m alright, I just hit my knee pretty hard.”

“Here,” you wrap an arm around his waist and help him to a chair, “sit down, I’m going to get you some ice.”

You came back quickly, placing an ice pack on his knee and looking over him.

He watches you as you look for anymore injuries, and just smiled at you.

“Why are you smiling? You just hurt yourself,” you shake your checking his face for any cuts or bruises.

“Because I’m in love with you.”

You stop, looking at him.

“You’re in love with me,” you smile.

He nods his head and leans towards you, silently asking for a kiss. Your smile widens and you lean in closer. Your lips meet in a sweet kiss. You pull away with a smile.

“Guess I really fell for you, huh?”

You laugh, shaking your head and kisses him once more.

“I guess you did.”

Loves to play with your hair, you have to try not to fall asleep (you usually do)

He’s very gentle and massages your head lightly when he does it. He loves how peaceful and relaxed you look.

He always asks you to sing when he does it, he says it soothes him, but he really loves hearing your little sighs as you sing

Blushes when you tell him how wonderful you think he is, and when you kiss behind his ear, he shivers, every time.

Likes to be the little spoon sometimes

But loves when you snuggle into his chest.

Always gives you for head kisses before he falls asleep.

 Bonus:

When you go out together they tend to be really protective.

Once, you had roamed of by yourself and some guy tried to grab you

You ended up kicking him in his ‘special place’ as the boys came to help you:

“Don’t you ever touch our girl,” John grits out.

“Yeah,” Alex says, “She’ll kick your ass!”

“And we’ll be more than happy to finish anything she might start,” Laf finishes.

Hercules holds you close, making sure you’re okay.

“You are one bad ass little mama.”

Needless to say they keep an eye on you.

They each liked being needed by you, when you were healing.

You’re usually independent and they loved that, but they also liked that you wanted them for specific things, it made each of them feel special

They hate seeing you cry, they’re ready fight whoever hurt you, and if it’s ever one of them, they apologize immediately

They love surprising you, because you have the best reactions

They each kiss you at least five times a day

They love you so so much!

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Thank yewwww

They don't wanna listen to us darkies

look being otherkin is rad n all but if you identify as someone who was a rapist and/or a slave owner whether or not it’s “from a fictional version and not the historical person” you’re literally a piece of shit and don’t deserve your disgusting kin positivity and validation

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Musicals masterlist :)

links to all my writings with characters from broadway musicals :) don’t throw away your shot!! also, all my posts are listed under #shakira shakira writes

In the Heights:

sonny de la vega:

bad coffee: your friend Sonny takes his best attempt at making you de la Vega coffee

uptown girl: you and sonny spend the day having fun in washington heights

talk of the town: news of ur date with sonny spreads like wildfire throughout the neighborhood

cultural food: you and sonny share your differing cultures with one another (chinese origin!reader)

blackout: you lose sonny in the middle of a blackout, but not to worry! he knows how to light his way back to you

rapid fire: sonny admits his feelings to you, but in spanish (non-spanish speaking latino/a/x!reader)

late night rants: sonny shows up at your house at midnight and lets out all his worries to you

reading tutor: sonny realizes you can’t read and offers to help you out

blurbs:

meeting him for the first time

usnavi de la vega: none yet !

vanessa: none yet!

Hamilton:

alexander hamilton:

none yet!

john laurens:

none yet!

lafayette:

none yet!

angelica schuyler:

none yet!

thomas jefferson:

none yet!

poly!hamilsquad:

none yet!

poly!southern mother freakin democratic republicans

none yet !

Newsies:

jack kelly:

none yet!

reqs and taglists are opennnn :)

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Hi could you do something where the reader cuts her hair short like a boy and the hamilsquad thinks she is really cute even though she is insecure and it's just FLUFFY? Thanks I love your writing :)

Do you like it?~Poly! Hamilsquad x reader~Modern~Word count: 565~Warnings: Insecure reader~Sorry for taking so long~ Also this was is short but I hope you like it~~ and thank you~~!~Tags: @interwebseriesfan24 @yayhamletnonstop

“Do you think they’re gonna like it?” You stopped in your tracks on the sidewalk. “Of course they will, they’re your boyfriends!” Peggy exclaimed happily as she assured you to keep walking. She had been your best friend since you were kids and you could count each other on anything. She had accompanied you to the hair salon, where you had just made a major change in your hair. You had decided to cut your long locks into a pixie cut. Short in the back with bangs that ended on top of your eyebrows in the front. You wore a dark red beanie to cover it and surprise the boys when you got home.  You both reached the entrance to your apartment building.“(Y/N), you look amazing! It really suits you. Don’t worry about them. They’re gonna love it and if they don’t, then I’ll make them learn to love it as I do!”. You both laughed at the slightly hilarious but scary threat. You both said your goodbyes and you went towards inside the elevator, waiting for your floor. The entire ride up you were thinking about the reactions your boys would show. Would they be happy? Or sad? Will they hate it? The elevator dinged and you started walking to your apartment door. You pulled out the keys and with a deep breath, you turned the knob.

“Hey babe.” Alex greeted you first, not looking up from his laptop. “Welcome back mon amour.” Laf called out to you from the kitchen. “Hi darling.” John said to you from the sofa, his laid body back to you. Hercules walked out from the hallway, first one to see you. “Hey swee-” He stopped talking as he looked at you. “What’s wrong?” Alex looked from his laptop to Herc and then to you. “Oh.” He smiled. John paused the T.V. and walked towards you guys. “What’s going on? Whoa.” He gasped lightly at you. “Everything ok? Why is everyone so silent?” Lafayette joined last in the action. “Oh my.” He said softly at you. All your boys we’re staring at you in awe.

 “Do you like it?” You asked softly, terrified to hear their answer while removing your beanie. “You look amazing!” John said happily as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed your cheek. “It looks lovely on you.” Lafayette caressed your cheek before placing a sweet kiss on it. “It looks great. Like the woman you are.” Alex smiled, placing a kiss on your lips. “Short, strong and beautiful, like you.” Herc said in a reassuring tone for you. “Plus now we can wear matching beanie!” Herc said, making the both of you laugh while the others smiled. He placed a kiss on your forehead and you smiled. 

“Thank you. I was nervous about what you were all gonna say. First time I’ve had my hair this short. I thought you weren’t gonna like it” You admitted to them. “Aww babe.” Alex said softly before wrapping his hands in front of you as the others did the same but around your body, surrounding you. “We will support any decision you do as cutting your hair. We love you no matter what.” Alex spoke and the guys agreed. They started to pepper kisses on you and you giggled at the sweet contact.

“I love you guys too.” You said softly to them.

Thank you for reading~~!!! Hope you liked it~! Any comments/ or feedback, drop an ask~!!

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get you the moon –

→ prologue

prt 1: John – “You gave me a shoulder when I needed it”

Warnings/Info: SMUT! Both m/m + f/m | cussing Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader Summary: John has set his mind on trying to come up with something to cheer you up. Meanwhile, Alexander helps him to come up with an idea. Does John’s way help you eventually?

It’s the same day, just after his conversation with Lafayette, when John decides to take matters in his own hands. He cannot let any of his lovers suffer in silence while everyone tries to somehow keep themselves busy during these trying times.

He still wants to smack himself for being so oblivious of your decreasing spirits. When exactly did they all stop paying attention to each other?

John makes his way upstairs; sure to find Alexander working in his office like everyday since quarantine started, and he’s still holding the coffee mug in his hand. It only strikes him at the top of the stairs that he forgot to refill his mug. Damn.

The door to Alex’ office is slightly ajar and as John comes to stand right in front of it, he can already hear the frantic sound of quick fingers typing away on his laptop. However, before he enters, he knocks the door cautiously to make himself known.

“Hey, Alex?”, he says as he approaches the cluttered desk. It’s placed in front of the large window facing the backyard, but the dark blue curtain is pulled in front of it, granting just the slightest bit of sunlight to illuminate the room. Alexander has his back turned towards the door, even though he always gets jump scared whenever someone enters the room unannounced.

“Alex, can I talk to you for a minute?”

No reaction.

“Alexander?”, John asks again, this time accompanied by a tap on the shoulder.

“Holy fucking shit –“, Alexander shrieks and jumps in his office chair thus making John jump and stumble backwards, too.

Alexander has finally turned around in his chair, but he is breathing heavy and pressing a hand to his rapidly beating heart while he tries to compose himself.

“Fuck, John”, he breathes, then manages to chuckle. “you scared me.”

John scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, cracking an apologetic smile at his boyfriend. “Sorry, I – I tried to get your attention twice”

Alexander furrows his brows. “Oh, really? Huh, well, I guess I’m just too focused on my work sometimes.”

His expression changes and he flashes a shit-eating grin at John as Alexander reaches for his wrist. John has no time to protest as he’s swiftly pulled into Alex’ lap.

“Alex”, John whines, but Alexander simply takes the empty mug from his hands and places it on his desk before he wraps one arm around his hip and lets the other one roam up and down his thigh.

“How can I help you?”, Alexander asks smugly, but John knows from the tone in his voice what Alexander has set his mind on now. Time to stay strong, John thinks and swallows hard.

“We need to talk about –“

“And that can’t wait, hm?”, the shorter male murmurs against his ear and continues kissing along his jawline.

John can’t help the sigh escape his lips as Alexander gropes and teases away, and when he can feel the prominent erection press into his behind, he knows there is no way they can hold a conversation now.

Finally, John turns his head and captures Alexander’s mouth, sucking his lower lip between his teeth to show him that two can play this game. It has been some time, after all.

“You know”, John starts as he zips up his jeans while Alexander watches him from the medium sized brown leather couch in his office. “this was not why I came to your office in the first place.”

Alexander snickers and sits up; he’s still naked, laying there in all his attractive glory and John both hates and loves his smugness. “And yet here we are, Johnny.”

“Ugh” John rolls his eyes after pulling his shirt over his head. “please don’t call me that.”

“I love it when your hair is disheveled like that, all the more when I was the cause for that”

John tries to fix his curly mess, but Alexander did a good job messing it up indeed. He sighs and gives up.

“Have you noticed anything strange about (Y/N)? That’s why I wanted to talk to you; I think she’s not feeling well.”

With that, Alexander sits up straighter. “What? She’s sick?” His hearts drops and his chest tightens at the news.

Suddenly, he realizes that he has barely spent time with any of his lovers due to his work.

“Well, not like in a cold or so, more like” John pauses and shrugs his shoulders helplessly. “mentally.”

“Oh” Alexander sucks in a breath and grabs for his scattered clothes next to the couch. “shit.”

“Exactly”

With that, Alexander’s mind starts racing, coming up with ideas to help you get better.

“I did read that a lot of people are struggling with their mental health right now”, he mutters absentmindedly as he tries to recall everything he has read about the issue in the last few weeks while getting dressed. How could he not have checked in with his partners? He feels like an asshole and when he finally looks back up at John, he feels even worse.

“How are you doing?”

John snorts and sits down next to Alexander, who feels pathetic for not asking sooner.

“I’m doing ok and you?”

The shorter male sighs and rubs his hands over his face. “I don’t know, I try to keep myself busy with my work every day.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed the dark circles”, John chuckles softly and caresses his thumb along the dark circles under Alex’ eyes.

Alexander grabs John’s wrist and kisses his knuckles.

“I have not been the best boyfriend lately and I apologize for that, my love, and you’re right, we need to help (Y/N), too.”

After talking to Alexander, John finally feels like he will be able to cheer you up, too.

Spending some quality time with one of his boyfriends showed him what a little bit of attention and affection can do to you after all, and he can’t even recall when you and him shared some alone time with each other.

His heart aches as he remembers the routines you two used to have before everything went to shit and days started to just blur together; how you and him used to watch The Walking Dead every Monday, snuggled up in your bed, because he refused to let the guys ruin this tradition for you. Lafayette has never been interested in the show anyway (but he loves Game of Thrones for…reasons), Hercules is secretly scared, and Alexander never shuts up about every unrealistic aspect of the show.

A sad smile plays on his lips as he makes his way into the living room; surprised to find you’re gone.

“Hi, John”

He jumps a little, not as much as Alexander did earlier, but he is startled to hear your quiet voice behind him, coming from the kitchen.

As he turns towards you, he sees you have made yourself a fresh cup of tea.

“H-hi, (Y/N), didn’t expect you there”, he greets you awkwardly, earning a raised eyebrow from you.

“What are you up to?”, you ask curiously and blow the steaming beverage before taking a cautious sip. “You look like Alex got his hands on you”, you add with a smirk, pointing at John’s hair.

“That obvious, huh?”, he chuckles bashfully and tries to smooth it out once more – unsuccessfully.

You nod and take another sip, ready to move past him and into your room, but John stops you in your tracks.

“Hey, you wanna re-watch The Walking Dead with me? I’m thinking of doing it before season 10 starts, y’know?”

You’re speechless for a moment as you stare into his hazel eyes. It’s been some time since you and John have pursued that tradition and you would lie if the thought of it didn’t excite you.

“I – uh, just you and me?”, you ask hesitantly while the thought of being snuggled up to him with a bag of popcorn already sparks up your mood. You set the cup down on the counter; this is getting interesting.

“Sure, that’s our thing, remember?”

John shoots you a dazzling smile before grabbing a bag of popcorn from the kitchen cabinet containing all kinds of snacks above the microwave.

As the corn pops in the microwave, John swiftly turns towards you and reaches for one of your wrists.

“C’mere”

Your heart skips a beat as he pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your hips before burying his face in the crook of your neck. He inhales your scent and playfully nibbles the sensitive spot below your ear, thus making you giggle.

You can feel him smiling against your skin at the sounds you’re making, and for the first time in days you feel some kind of happiness.

“I miss you”, John whispers into your ear and underlines his statement by cupping your behind and giving your firm ass a squeeze.

You suck in a sharp breath and just as you want to retort, the microwave goes off.

John kisses the corner of your mouth briefly and winks at you before letting go.

“I’ll get the popcorn, you start the show, k? Let’s watch in your room, your TV is bigger”

You pout for a second but obey, and as you rush up the stairs to your room with a warm feeling of excitement in the pit of your stomach, Lafayette walks out his room and into the kitchen.

“What’s the commotion? What’s with the popcorn? What –“

A loud gasp keeps John from continuing to pour the hot popcorn into the glass bowl.

“What?”

Lafayette only points at John’s head, a hand clasped over his mouth, and John knows what is up.

“So I see you “talked” to Alexander, huh, bien-aimé?”

John rolls his eyes with a smirk and shrugs his shoulders. “He’s very…persuasive.”

Lafayette nods and crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Uh-huh, I am aware of that and also, you are weak, Laurens.”

John keeps smirking and pours the rest of the popcorn into the bowl as Lafayette walks up to him, coming to a stop behind his shorter boyfriend until John can feel his breath on his neck.

“And what is that for?”

John shudders as Lafayette lets his hands work their way up John’s shoulders and down his hips, all while pressing himself against him.

“I have plans with (Y/N)”

Lafayette’s lips split into a mischievous grin. “Hm, can I be part of that plan?”

It takes all of John’s willpower to shake his head. “Nope, not tonight”

Behind him, Lafayette scoffs. “Alexander had his way with you and now you want to keep yourself and (Y/N) from me? That is beyond cruel, my luv.”

With that, John presses his ass into the taller male and forces him to stumble back. He grabs the bowl and makes a run for it before Lafayette can get his hands on him again.

“I’m afraid you have to come up with your own plan for that, Laf”

John can hear various curses in both French and English as he walks up the stairs and he does feel bad, but there are easy ways to make it up to Lafayette some other day. And maybe you would like to be part of that plan, too.

When John enters your room without bothering to knock, you’re pulling an oversized dark grey shirt over your head. He catches a glimpse of your black lace panties before the fabric covers your body up to the middle of your thighs, and he licks his lips instinctively.

“There you are”, you greet him with a smile, but the sudden, intense look in his eyes dares to make your knees go weak, so you quickly scramble onto your bed.

“I see you’ve changed into the shirt I gave you last Christmas”, John acknowledges as he sets the popcorn on your nightstand though he makes sure to lock the door behind him before doing so.

The shirt has an angel wings imprint on its back, just like Daryl Dixon’s famous trademark leather vest. He’d lie if he would deny that you fangirling about the character did not manage to make him jealous a couple of times in the past.

You nod, blushing suddenly, as you look up at him from your position on the bed.

“And no pants, just how I like it”, John chuckles, and an idea pops into his head. “Well,” He shrugs and grabs the hem of his shirt. “you don’t mind me getting comfortable too, do you?”

John doesn’t wait for your answer and pulls his shirt over his head swiftly. He tosses it to the floor next to your bed carelessly and his jeans follow quickly.

“No – not at all”, you answer, your voice now a raspy whisper as you ogle him with wide eyes.

John rakes a hand through his hair before he switches the lights off and climbs under the covers with you. There is a pause between you where you just stare at each other and at this distance you can smell the faint, lingering scent of sex and Alexander on his skin.

It’s mouthwatering and you have to swallow to get rid of the lump in your throat.

John cocks his eyebrow as he sees you inhaling deeply and swallowing hard. The corner of his mouth twitches.

“So, shall we start?”, John asks nonchalantly and takes the remote from your hand. He realizes how touch starved you seemed in the kitchen, and the way you’re behaving now tells him just how aroused you already are.

Needless to say, it’s enough to turn him on as well.

John switches to Netflix and sees that the show is already in your recommended; he chooses season one and starts the pilot episode. He looks at you and lifts his arm, smiling. You return his smile and accept the invite to snuggled up to him, resting your head on his bare chest.

You’re eyes might be fixated on your TV, but your mind is focused on John’s heartbeat, the way his warm skin feels under your fingertips as you caress his stomach now and then, and that damn smell of sex!

John is all too aware of your presence; it’s captivating his senses. The way your curvy body is pressed against his, the heat radiating from you and the feathery touches of your fingers drawing circles on his stomach. You must be able to feel his abs flex whenever you caress him. Goddamn, he cannot pay attention to anything else but his longing for you.

“Hey, (Y/N)”, John finally breaks the silence, but the sexual tension remains as you lift your head to look up at him with your big, curious eyes.

“Yeah?”

His jaw tenses as he considers what to do. After all, he just wanted to watch the show and be close to you to make you feel better, not to give in to his urges.

You bat your eyelashes at him, all innocent, but he knows the meaning of the look you give him afterwards.

“Fuck”, he mutters under his breath. He loses, gives up, and you win – you always do. No matter who you’re with.

You smirk against his lips as he leans down to kiss you; reluctant at first. It’s when you realize how much you have missed John and how much you miss your other three lovers.

Your left hand finds its way into John’s curly mess of hair, pulling him closer, while you steady yourself on your right elbow.

John breaks the kiss and pulls away the blanket covering you two frantically, thus exposing the prominent bulge in his black boxer briefs. Your mouth waters at the sight and as you try to reach for it, John grabs your wrist midair.

“Ah ah ah”, he rebukes you playfully, shaking his head with a cocky grin. “I will take care of you tonight, babygirl”

You suck in a breath as he shifts in his position and pushes you down on the mattress before climbing on top of you, never breaking eye contact.

He nudges your legs apart, making space for him to settle between them and you can’t help to shiver with anticipation.

As John pushes the baggy shirt upwards, he licks his lips as soon as he exposes your lace panties again. You take initiative and pull the piece of clothing over your head, and John’s eyes widen at the sight of your naked breasts. He was not aware that you’re braless. What a pleasant surprise.

“Did you miss me as much as I missed you, (Y/N)?”, John asks as he swiftly pulls down your panties, struggling just for a millisecond to get it over your firm ass.

You choke back a whine as he spreads your legs again, revealing your wet pussy to his hungry eyes. You don’t know why, you’ve long lost the shyness around your boyfriends, but you blush and squirm under his lustful gaze.

John rubs his hands up and down your thighs, feeling your tense muscles. His expression shifts to worried.

“(Y/N)”, he says and moves to hover over your face. “are you ok?”

You bite your lower lip and nod before answering him. “I am, just – I don’t know…nervous?”

John chuckles softly then kisses your cheek, the corner of your mouth, down to your jaw, your neck, collarbone, between your breasts until he settles back between your legs.

“Let me make you feel better then, hm?”

He continues to caress your upper thighs until you start to relax, and just then does he dare to let his hands wander to your pussy, rubbing his thumb up and down your labia before slowly circling your clit.

You sigh and grab your perky breasts, your nipples stiff against your own palms as you squeeze them.

You hold John’s gaze as he starts to push two fingers inside you, curling them delicately while his thumb keeps stimulating your clit. The thought about his slender, soft fingers inside of you, accompanied by the feeling, is enough to make you wetter.

You moan his name and squeeze your eyes shut when he adds a third finger.

He applies pressure to your lower abdomen and increases the speed of him finger-fucking you. Your back arches as the sensation gets more intense and you squeeze your breasts harder, rolling your nipples between your fingertips to add to the pleasure.

“Fuck, I love seeing you like this, babygirl”, John mutters under his breath as he watches you sigh and moan with your lips parted, and his cock throbs violently at the sheer thought of your mouth around it.

He can feel your muscles twitch and shake under his touch; your pussy convulsing around his slick fingers as he pumps them in deeper and faster, curling them in the right angle to make you mewl in pleasure. It’s obvious you’re close; John knows you too well.

Suddenly, you grab a fistful of your bedsheet while your other hand still squeezes your breast as you reach your climax hard with a long, drawn-out moan of John’s name.

He doesn’t stop pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy until your orgasm recedes.

“That’s my girl”

John smirks, pleased with himself and the mess he made. Your juices drip off his fingers, so he quickly frees his erection from his tight boxers, not wasting any more time.

You’re still catching your breath as you open your eyes to look at him, and your heart skips a beat at the sight of him coating his cock with your wetness still glistening on his fingers in the dim light coming from the TV.

Obviously unaware of what is going on around this household, Lafayette decides to seek out his other two lovers not long after his kitchen meeting with John.

He cannot help himself but scoff at what John had told him. How can John be so mean and selfish? That’s just out of character. First, he gets with Alexander and now he calls dibs on (Y/N) for the night? Unbelievable.

The Frenchman makes a mental note to teach him a lesson as soon as he gets the chance, and with that he changes out of his workout clothes and into clean basketball shorts and a white tank top, ready to do some seducing himself.

He is well aware that Alexander would never deny him, would never even dare to pass up on a good time, but since John had already talked to him, there is only one more reasonable person to find.

Hercules, who has retreated in his space – the converted attic. Now functioning as both his bedroom and workspace. His safe haven.

Lafayette sighs dreamily as he makes his way upstairs.

He pouts for a second as he passes your bedroom door and wants to rush past it, but a certain sound makes him stop dead in his tracks. He takes a few steps back, stopping right in front of your door, and he doesn’t even hesitate nor question himself before he presses his right ear to the door.

It takes a second for him to blank out his own heartbeat and the sound coming from your TV, but after that it’s only music to his ears.

“Fuck, I love seeing you like this, babygirl”

Lafayette can feel his cock stir in his pants at the stuff he is hearing; your soft moans and John’s cocksure voice are enough to get him hard.

“Mon dieu…”

He leans his forehead against the door, conflicted about the option to stay and jerk off like the castoff he feels like or use it as foreplay and have some fun with Herc.

His hand clenches into a fist at his side as you come with a shout of John’s name.

Lafayette sucks in a breath, exhales slowly and walks away with a smirk playing on his full lips.