#lin manuel smut

[linmanwe11]

Rough Day

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Words: 2,637

Warnings: NSFW (18+), Smut (what’s new)

Summary: You have a rough day at work- your devastatingly gorgeous husband, Lin-Manuel, helps you feel better.

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You get home from a really long, stressful day at work. Pulling your keys out, you unlock the door to your apartment and as you enter, you throw your keys and purse on the counter before struggling to take off your jacket. You close your eyes and sigh, then as you finally look up, you see Lin sitting on the couch, looking at you, his eyes full of worry.

Still looking at you he was the first to speak, “Honey, what’s wrong?” Then you shake your head and feel tears starting to well up in your eyes- Lin notices right away. “Oh, no, [Y/N], don’t cry! C’mere, baby.” He says as he holds his hand out- you walk over to the couch and take it as he pulls you to sit on top of him.

“Rough day at work?” He asks as he gently rubs his hands around your back, causing you to smile at his touch. “Yeah- it’s just, I just feel like I’m the only one who ever gets shit done. All my coworkers have had like a stick up their ass or something and I just can’t handle it anymore, they all just make me so mad and I just don’t know if I wanna work there anymore. God, all of those people fucking suck and I feel like shit for bringing it home and taking it out on you, but I just hate them all so fucking mu-“ You felt yourself be cut off by Lin placing his lips against yours, his tongue running against your bottom lip before you opened your mouth to him. You whimpered quietly as you felt his teeth tug on your bottom lip, then pull, allowing it to bounce back to your mouth.

“Don’t cry, mi amor. You’re the hardest working person I know, and I love you so much, but since you’re feeling so upset about this... I think I can make you feel better.”

Seeing the look in his eyes, you felt your heart skip a beat as you knew exactly what he meant. You gently grabbed his face, then placed your lips back on his, the two of you emerging in a deep, passionate kiss. Still straddling him, you began slowly rolling and grinding your hips down against his, the friction of your jeans and panties rubbing against your clit causing you to throw your head back with a soft gasp as Lin began to kiss and suck at your neck and jawline. You pushed on Lin’s chest to get him to move back a bit as you grabbed the edges of your shirt, and took it off, slowly revealing your body to him, suddenly forgetting about your terrible day as you watched Lin openly stare at and admire your body, taking in the lace of your bra.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so beautiful. You’re so SEXY. God, I could look at you all day...”

He trailed off as his warm hands began roaming your back, quickly moving to the front of your body in order to grab your breasts as you continued to rock against him. You reach down to grab the hem of the blue sweater he had been wearing, then pulled it off, only to be greeted by a button up shirt he had been wearing underneath.

“You had another photo shoot today?”

“Yeah, why?”

“No reason, you just look so fucking hot.”

“Says you.”

He says with a wink as you start working on unbuttoning his shirt, biting your lip as you felt his hands reach up to the clip at the front of your bra and unclip it, allowing it to fall off the back of your shoulders. His eyes were fully blown with lust at this point, and as soon as your bra was completely off, he began alternating between sucking, kissing, and licking at your nipples, which were peaked despite the heat of the situation. You stopped unbuttoning his shirt and softly moaned, throwing your head back as he tugged lightly with his teeth, leaving you breathless. As you somewhat came back to your senses, you finished taking off his shirt, and threw it in the same direction as your own.

“Fuck this, let’s get you out of these jeans, baby.”

“You too, papi.”

You said with a smirk before you both stood up and got out of your jeans, leaving you both in only your underwear. Lin stood there for a second, just staring at you before he grabbed your ass and pulled you into a heavy kiss, his tongue in your mouth, causing you to press your bare chests together and you placed your hands against his firm, strong chest, slowly trailing your soft hands down his body- feeling him shiver as you ran your fingers over his soft stomach before palming him through his underwear. He groaned softly against your lips, then he gently sat you down on the couch as he got on his knees in front of you, his hands slowly trailing up and down your legs as you spread them open for him.

“How wet are you, mi amor? How bad do you need me, mami?”

“Fuck, papi, I need you so bad. You make me so wet- I’m so wet for you, Lin. Please, please eat me out, papi.”

“Anything for my princesa.”

He said as he hooked his fingers along the edges of your panties and slowly pulled them down your legs. When he took them off, Lin began placing kisses along the inside of your thighs, making you grow even wetter as he got closer to where you most desperately needed him. He grabbed your ass, pulling you closer to him as he pressed a kiss to you clit, his meticulous, talented tongue wiggling over it before he sucked it into his mouth, causing your eyes to roll back as you gasped and bit your lip, overcome with pleasure.

He continued this for a few seconds before you felt him begin to fuck his tongue in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit, making you arch your back high against the couch. Lin moaned in appreciation as he felt your wetness increasing as he continued eating you out. As your legs began to shake and as your breathing became more and more ragged, you grabbed onto his hair, running your fingers through it and rocking your hips against his lips as he began fucking his tongue in and out of you faster and as his thumb increased its pace- the tip of his nose was rubbing against your clit as well and that sent you into overdrive.

“Oh shhhhit, Lin- Papi, I’m- I can’t- fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it, cum for me, baby. Cum for papi.”

As you looked down at him once more, you saw him wink at you, and that sent you over the edge. Moaning, your back arched as your legs shook and you trapped his head between your thighs, cumming harder than ever. Lin was good and very talented in MANY areas, but his greatest talent was how amazing he was in bed and how amazing he was able to make you feel.

As you came down, you felt light and like your body was almost vibrating from how hard you came and from how good you felt. Still panting, you felt Lin begin to kiss his way back up your body, providing special attention to your neck as he sucked a hickey onto your pulse point. You took a deep breath, and puffed out your cheeks before you were able to find your voice again.

“That was- fuck, that was so good.”

“Yeah? Well, if you enjoyed that, you better brace yourself, cause baby, we’re nowhere near done.”

You felt the beat of your heart begin to quicken as Lin stood up and pulled his underwear down, allowing his erection to bounce out of the restraints. Even now, after 6 wonderful years of marriage and being his girlfriend for 5 years before that, you are still in awe at how big he is. As you eyed his size, you looked up at Lin and saw him biting his lip as he moved his hand down to slowly stroke himself, the look in his eyes giving you goosebumps.

Lin leaned down and firmly kissed you, while slowly pushing to where your back was flat on the couch. Without once breaking the passionate, heated make out you two were in, he nudged your legs open and began rubbing his cock against your pussy, spreading your wetness up to your clit and making you moan in his mouth. You wrapped your legs around his waist, hands running up and down his back as he began kissing and sucking on your neck, running his tongue over the bruised area as he continued to grind his cock against you, not yet entering you. You began growing more and more needy as each second passed, but you knew that he was doing this just to take care of you.

“L-Lin... Papi, please.”

“Please what, baby?”

“Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me hard, papi, please...”

“Look at me, mi amor.”

You moved your head so you could look him straight in his big, beautiful brown eyes. Blushing, you were met with him looking at you with so much love and adoration, it made your heart flutter. Lin was always able to do that- even if you were both worked up in the heat of moment, he was always able to make your heart flutter just by the way he would look at you.

“You’re so beautiful, [Y/N]. I love you so much. I’m always going to be here to take care of you, my love.”

“I love you too- ohhhhh, fuuuuck! Liiiiin!”

You were cut off by Lin burrowing himself deep inside you, the head of his cock hitting that perfect spot. For just a second, you were both completely still, just breathing in each other’s breaths, just taking in how good this feels, and when he started moving, it was like heaven.

His thrusts started off slow, hips slowly rocking against yours as he would barely withdraw from you, keeping a steady pace inside you- the kind of pace that made your heart light up, a more loving pace. As your moans began to grow louder and louder, Lin started to pick up the pace, and god, it’s so good. Your hands clawed at his back, feeling his muscles tense up underneath, as he hit your g-spot, causing you to lose your breath and gasp against him.

“Shhhit, Lin- Papi, I’m- Fuck, you feel so good baby. Papi, I’m gonna cum- Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Please don’t stop, baby, it feels so- oh fuck- so fucking good!”

“Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock.”

Immediately, you clenched around his cock, the power of his thrusts shaking you hard as you reached your peak. Your moans quickly turned into gasps and almost screams of pleasure as Lin continued to fuck you through your orgasm, kissing your neck, breasts, and jawline to keep you somewhat calm despite him feeling his own release coming. At the top of it, you’re more than sure that you screamed, your visioned whitening out, but you didn’t care- not when it felt this good.

As you came down, you felt Lin’s thrust slow down, then stop all together, giving you time to come down from the intense amounts of pleasure you just experienced.

“Why’d you stop?”

“I want you to ride me, baby. Can you do that for me?”

Smirking, you pushed Lin off of you, allowing him to sit up, his back against the back of the couch as you sat up and straddled him again, feeling his hands grip your bare ass. Your heart was beating out of you chest, you’re sure that he could hear it, but you didn’t care. Leaning down to kiss him, you placed your hands on his shoulders, running your hands along his strong muscles. When you pulled away, you gripped his cock- he was hard enough to where you didn’t have to grab him, but it was always nice just to feel him.

Raising yourself up, you slowly sunk down onto his cock, the both of you sighing as he was all the way in. Lin leaned his head down and lightly bit at your nipple, pulling back and peppering kisses along your collarbone. When you began to slowly bounce up and down on him, he threw his head back, overcome with pleasure.

“Fuck, [Y/N], baby, your pussy feels so good around my cock. I love you so much, mi amor- holy shhiiit! You like riding Papi’s cock, baby? You like how I feel inside you?”

“Baby- Lin, I- fuck, papi, you feel so good! Oh, FUCK!”

You gasped as Lin started thrusting his hips up into you, his cock hitting the perfect spot inside of you. You felt the warmth in the bottom of your stomach begin to build up as your third orgasm was quickly approaching, your nails scraping down Lin’s chest as his hands gripped your ass even firmer, him beginning to lose control as well.

“Shit, baby, I’m gonna- fuck me, you feel so good- I’m gonna cum baby. Cum with me, [Y/N], fuck, cum with me.”

You were both moaning together, his cock slamming hard into you as you both chased your orgasms. Lin leaned up and kissed you hard on your lips, his tongue making its way into your mouth as he moaned against your lips. He pulled away, pressing your foreheads together as he slammed his last thrusts home, the two of you cumming together, your back arching which pushed your breasts into his mouth.

You got off of him, exhausted, panting, sweating, but in a much better mood. You laid down on the couch with your arm laid across your forehead, a smile planted across your face as you felt Lin softly running his fingers along your legs, which were laid out across his thighs. He looked over at you and leaned down and over to kiss you sweetly, his mouth moving slowly against yours, massaging your lips as you grabbed his face and smiled against his lips.

“That was- fuck, so good. Definitely made up for today.”

“I’m glad. You deserve everything, mi amor. I love you so much.”

“Do I deserve a shower?”

“As long as I can join you.”

He said with a smile, and you laughed when you got up, your legs still wobbly but luckily, Lin caught you from behind as he laughed too. He picked you up bridal style, then carried you into the bathroom. When you both stepped into the warm flow of the shower, you stood with your back against Lin’s chest, allowing him to wash off your body. Stepping out of the shower and drying off, Lin put on a pair of underwear and handed you an old t-shirt of his for you to sleep in. When you got into bed, Lin wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him as he kissed the back of your neck, bringing a smile to your face and a blush to your cheeks.

“Goodnight, [Y/N], I love you sooooo much.”

“I love you too, Lin. Thank you for making me feel better. I’m gonna have to pay you back one day.”

You said, facing him, with a smirk as you placed your hands on his chest.

“Haha, I know you will, but just being with you, and you being my wife is enough for me. Get some rest, mami. I love you.”

He said as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I love you more.”

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So It Goes

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary:

That glint of mischief in his beautiful brown eyes was all it really took; you were done for now, your insides reduced to a liquefied mess over his one little sexy smile. He saw that look and crossed the room to close the distance between you, stopping just behind you so that you felt the heat radiating off him in waves, his eyes dark with desire.

Perhaps you could stay a little longer…

Rating: Explicit (literally just shameless smut lol)

Words: 3,780

You had barely seen Lin all week, and it was driving you a little mad. 

Just another of the perks of being in a relationship with a man who couldn’t sit still if he tried, you supposed; there were often times when your schedules simply refused to line up. You would leave early in the mornings while he was still asleep; and he’d be on his way out by the time you made your way back in the evenings. Though you’d finally moved in together, in times like this you missed each other terribly.

Lin had been texting you between meetings today, but it wasn’t the same. Now, he’d barely been at home ten minutes before he was getting ready to leave again, accompanying his parents to yet another charity gala tonight; while you had plans of your own, arranging a birthday celebration for one of your friends — but you both knew very well where you’d rather be.

You could hear the shower going in your ensuite bathroom as you got dressed. For a moment, you contemplated joining Lin in there, wanting to steal a moment together before you went separate ways again… You smirked at the mirror, entertaining the idea. It wouldn’t be the first time. But alas, time wasn’t on your side; if the both of you didn’t leave soon, he’d soon suffer the wrath of his parents and you of your friends, who’d all already made it clear they were waiting.

So before either you or Lin could distract each other, you resolved to get ready and get out. You’d chosen the night out to debut a new outfit: you slipped into a black mini dress with a plunging lace-up back, and a pair of classic black Louboutins. You admired your fresh manicure; getting your nails done was a high-maintenance luxury you rarely indulged in, but you felt like a million bucks with your short stiletto tips that were just sharp enough, in a shimmering shade of black. Briefly, you let your mind wander back to him, thinking about what other kinds of mischief you could get up to…

No, you could not. Not now, anyway.

Standing in front of the mirror at your shared vanity, you spritzed on your perfume, mixing it with a light spray of his, forming an irresistibly heady combination of your lavender and mandarin scent with his woody vetiver cologne. That would have to do for now. 

You finished up your makeup with your dark red lipstick - you only ever wore it on date nights with Lin, but it worked with your outfit, so long as he didn’t see… Even better if he did.

Well, you should’ve known.

As you struggled with the laces at the back of your dress, Lin strolled out of the en-suite, emerging into the bedroom with a cloud of steam and the intoxicating scent of his aftershave. 

You paused. 

Your hands fell to your sides as you watched him through the mirror. He’d just shaved and showered; his hair was still wet, cheeks a little flushed from the heat, a towel in his hands, his boxers low on his hips. 

It just got a little hotter in here…

“Babe, do you know where my —” Lin began, distractedly attempting to towel-dry his hair, until he looked up, and his stunning dark brown eyes met yours in the mirror. He stopped in his tracks and eyed you appreciatively; his jaw would’ve dropped to the ground if this wasn’t real life. “Oh, wow. You look… stunning,” he gasped, unable to take his eyes off you. And although you’d been together long enough, his compliments and the way he looked at you still made you blush like a teen with a crush.

“Thank you,” you giggled, returning the favour and checking him out in the mirror again. You made no effort to hide the fact, watching as he threw his towel onto the bed and pulled on a freshly-ironed white shirt, leaving the buttons undone for now. Of course he knew you were staring, and of course he loved the attention - but you couldn’t help yourself. He was gorgeous; his body was a perfect balance of firm and soft, leaving you somewhere between wanting to screw him senseless and spend your nights snuggling. Though you knew all too well by now, he could totally do both…

You felt his gaze still fixed on you, but you didn’t mind one bit - for, you were momentarily distracted by a little bead of water that dripped from his still-wet hair, trailing its way down his chest and further still, until it disappeared behind the waistband of his boxers. You weren’t sure how it was physically possible to envy a water droplet, but hell, you wished you were clinging to him exactly like that.

Fuck, he was sexy. You were lucky… 

All this time, and you were both just as crazy for each other’s minds, bodies and souls as you were in those early days. You smirked at him, still holding eye contact in the mirror.

“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you teased, “I almost don’t want to go.”

“Then, don’t,” Lin said simply. That glint of mischief in his beautiful brown eyes was all it really took; you were done for now, your insides reduced to a liquefied mess over his one little sexy smile. He saw that look and crossed the room to close the distance between you, stopping just behind you so that you felt the heat radiating off him in waves, his eyes dark with desire. 

Perhaps you could stay a little longer…

“Funny.” You looked at him through the mirror, gesturing to the open back of your dress. “Tie me up?”

He quirked a brow at you, catching on to your completely intentional double-entendre. “Gladly,” he murmured, his voice low in your ear. His hands slipped around you and he took hold of your wrists, bringing them behind your back, locked in his firm grip, “Rope or handcuffs, hm?”

You felt your breath hitch at his sultry tone, his breath gently tickling your skin, his lips brushing your neck as he spoke. You weren’t opposed to either option, really…

But as much as you wanted to relent, you both had places to be tonight, and you rolled your eyes at your own lack of self-control. 

“My dress, Lin. Please?” you attempted to reason. But he knew what you mutually wanted and he paid your request no heed, instead leaving a tender trail of kisses down your neck and along your exposed shoulder. His fingertips briefly brushed the back of your neck, setting off sparks under your skin as he swept your hair to one side, grasping the loose laces of your dress, his touch leaving you burning in its wake.

“Y’know, I would rather untie this…” he mused, and you bit your lip as you felt your dress loosen up, his fingers working deftly between the laces at your back to undo them instead. Go figure, he would know his way around complicated costume fastenings…

“As much as I’d love that, baby, we both have to leave soon,” you sighed, although his propositions were sounding more appealing by the second.

“We could be fashionably late,” Lin suggested casually, wrapping his arms around you from behind, making you involuntarily lean back into him. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby… I don’t want to share.” The crisp, clean scent of his shower gel and aftershave and just him flooded your senses and he dipped his head down, feathering quick, hot open-mouthed kisses from the nape of your neck down your back - or what of it was exposed above your dress - and back up again, his perfectly groomed goatee deliciously rough against your skin. “I have an hour to get to the gala,” he murmured, completely unravelling the laces at the back of your dress so that your sleeves slipped off of your shoulders. “Tell your friends you got stuck in traffic and we could make up for lost time…”

You didn’t have the heart to argue there was no traffic on the subway. And really, he knew exactly what he was doing - you were convinced and, honestly, already distractingly wet for him. It had been a long week.

The rest of the world could wait - in here, this was your world.

When Lin’s gaze met yours in the mirror again, your heart practically skipped a beat. It was like he could read your thoughts. He slipped his shirt off and tossed it carelessly onto the armchair in the corner of the room, taking you back into his embrace, and the warmth of his chest against your back and his arms wrapped around you set you aflame in the best of ways. His left hand came to rest at your hip, his right finding its way to cup your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers over the thin silk of your dress; you immediately leant into his touch, dropping your head back onto his shoulder, happy enough to melt into him. He held you flush against him so you could feel his heart pounding against your back and his hard-on pressing against your ass. Your heart raced in time with his. Hell, you weren’t going anywhere soon…

“Lin…” Still not entirely sure whether to give up or give in, you placed your own hand over his, gently scraping your nails over the back of his palm and up his forearm, feeling him shiver ever so slightly, “We have to —”

“I know, but… Please, princesa?” he whispered in your ear, sending your heart into a frenzy again. Your eyes fluttered closed at the sound of his voice, his lips at your neck again…

“I— I missed you.” You sighed when his left hand found the hem of your dress and delicately pulled it up, his fingertips gently caressing your thigh before he slowly hooked his thumb into your panties. “Oh, fuck, yes…"

“Hmm…” Lin hummed softly, toying with the black lace you wore. You let out a small gasp when you felt the slight pressure of his fingers through the thin fabric, involuntarily grinding against him in a desperate attempt to find some friction already. He had a tendency to tease you until you begged for him, and you’d be damn near about to drop to your knees if he carried on like this. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were seeing someone else tonight…” he remarked as he slipped the black lace off you, that devilish smirk on his lips.

You shook your head, willing him to go on. “Only you, baby. Please, just — I can’t do another four hours without you,” you practically pled, trying to guide his hand with your own, aching for his touch.

“Thought as much. Good thing we’re only half dressed, huh?” he said with a low laugh as he teased you with those sinful fingers, swiping one along your folds, already slick with arousal. Your eyes fluttered shut when he nipped at your neck, and suddenly nothing else mattered except Lin and his delicate, deliberate touches… “Look in the mirror, mi amor. Mírame…” he whispered.

Oh, he absolutely knew what he was doing. 

He knew very well that his little endearments and quips in Spanish drove you wild, and he used it to his advantage every damn time. His soft voice in your ear sent a shiver down your spine - one he certainly felt too. You felt his heart pounding, his breaths hot and ragged, just as turned on as you were, as he easily pushed two fingers into your dripping heat.

Knowing you’d do anything he asked, you forced yourself to open your eyes, only to be greeted by the lascivious image of your reflections in the mirror, Lin’s strong arms wrapped around your frame, his fingers already taking you to places you’d barely even dreamt of before him. You whimpered softly at the sensory overload, the sensation of his expert finger-fucking, the sight of him slowly taking you apart, his scent surrounding you, his low whispers in your ear… It was almost too much to bear and your eyes slowly closed again as you let yourself fall into him.

A sexy little sigh escaped his lips when you reached up behind you, trailing your fingertips along the back of his neck, pulling him down to your level. Following your lead, he tilted his face down and you leaned towards him, gripping his hair as you finally got a taste of his gorgeously kissable lips, the faint scent of mint and something sweet taking you over. Your lipstick would be ruined, but it was worth it… As his tongue delved between your eagerly parted lips, his thumb circled your clit and you moaned helplessly into his mouth as you came over his fingers.

“Look at me, baby,” Lin whispered against your lips, drawing back from your kiss, withdrawing his fingers. You slowly opened your eyes again, but the fireworks under your skin refused to subside as you met his gaze. 

Satisfied, he slowly turned you around to face him and you looked up into his deep brown eyes, dark with desire as he placed one finger under your chin, still glistening with your nectar, tilting your face up to his own. You knew his teasing wouldn’t go on much longer.

“Missed you more,” he said softly, before he leant in to meet you in another heart-stopping kiss.

“Doubt it,” you whispered against his lips, placing your hands on his chest, feeling his heart race beneath your palm, “You’re perfect, you know?”

Lin simply shook his head, his eyes silently countering a no, you are until he captured your lips again, his right hand cupping your face, tenderly caressing your cheek while his left slipped beneath your dress again. 

But you wouldn’t let him win this game easily: just like you’d been fantasising earlier, you scraped your reasonably sharp nails down his smooth, tanned chest. He shivered at the sensation and briefly pulled back, wincing in a twisted combination of pain and pleasure. You paused, but then he tilted back his head, baring his neck to you, and grabbed your hand in his own.

“Damn. Baby, what was that?” he asked, his voice barely above a low rasp. Just from hearing that, you knew you had him already.

“Got my nails done. You like that?” You giggled, slowly dragging your nails up his arm again. His dark gaze followed your fingers for a few seconds until he wrapped his hand around your wrist, stopping you at his shoulder.

He nodded. “Mhm…” he exhaled softly. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, and his reaction to you had you aching to have him closer already. He gripped your wrist tighter and you dug your nails harder into his skin as he guided your hand further down his body, stopping you just above the waistband of his boxers. “Fuck me, that feels good…” 

Lin bit his lip, eyes meeting yours again. Smirking, you tugged his boxers down and he made quick work of kicking them off, discarding them to the floor as you wrapped your fingers around his cock, already hard and ready for you. His eyes fluttered shut and he groaned as you slowly stroked his length, teasing him with gentle scrapes of your nails.

But when your ministrations became too much for him to bear, he grabbed your wrist again and tore your hand away, hooking your legs around his hips instead. You let out a small scream of surprise when he lifted you off your feet, and he laughed lightly in your ear as he carried you the few steps across the room to your bed. You slipped your arms around his neck, letting him.

“I hate weeks like this,” Lin whispered, laying you back on the bed and balancing himself above you, those gorgeous brown eyes dark with lust, “When we don’t get to…”

“I’d spend every waking moment with you if I could, but…” you said softly, “We have now.”

“And now’s all we need,” he finished, with that heart-melting smile that you’d fallen in love with. You nodded, pulling him in for a kiss and wrapping your legs around his waist again.

He knew, and he gripped your hip with one hand, squeezing your ass with the other as he buried himself deep within you, giving you a brief moment to adjust to him. But of course he knew you inside out, and when you were ready he began with slow thrusts, the kind that made you gasp and roll your hips against his in desperation.

“More, Lin…” you whimpered aloud, pleading him to keep going as your vision began to white out, the knot inside you tightening, threatening to snap any moment. “Please, papi, I need more…” 

“I got you, love…”

Pulling on his hair with one hand, with the other you dragged your nails down his back, digging them in to any part of his bare skin you could reach. Lin obliged your request, picking up his pace and repeatedly hitting your sweet spot until you couldn’t hold back any longer, letting yourself go. You screamed his name with reckless abandon as he moaned against your neck, biting and sucking at your skin while your hands roamed his body, your legs locked around his hips.

“Yes, baby…” he gasped, “Keep doing that - that - fuck, yes—”

You duly obliged, clenching your walls around him and clawing your sharp stiletto-tipped nails down his smooth back as he continued slamming into you, his hands firmly gripping your hips. You were practically seeing stars and you rode the wave with him. Before long, your name escaped his lips in a desperate groan, followed by a string of endearments and expletives as he filled you with his own release, yours following barely a beat later. 

Both still panting for air, Lin rolled onto his back almost immediately, taking you with him, holding you firmly against his chest. He pulled you up to him, crashing his lips against yours in a fervent kiss, threading his fingers delicately through your hair. You felt his tongue prod at your bottom lip and you parted your lips to let him deepen the kiss, passionate as ever.

As you revelled in the feverish caress of his lips against yours, you scraped your nails down his chest again, eliciting a shiver from your dear lover as he trailed his gentle fingertips down to the small of your back, both still hypersensitive to each other’s complementing touches, hearts racing a mile a minute. 

You’d both happily have stayed there all night, but his phone and yours simultaneously buzzed on the nightstand, breaking the comfortable silence you shared. Seeing it as a wake-up call, you reluctantly dragged yourself away from him to clean yourself up. 

Lin stayed in bed, admiring you as you returned from the bathroom and zipped around the room, retrieving your dress, underwear and shoes. You hastily pulled your clothes back on, brushing the tangles out of your hair and quickly retouching your makeup, but really, any attempts to prevent yourself from getting distracted again were futile around him.

“Fuck me,” Lin murmured, taking in a deep breath, “I love you so much, princesa.”

You whirled around and playfully blew him a kiss. A blissful sigh escaped his lips, smudged red with your lipstick, and he feigned swooning at your flying kiss with his hands on his chest as he fell back into a pile of pillows and the crumpled duvet. You giggled. Lin dragged one hand through his hair, already messy enough from you tugging on it barely ten minutes before, resting one flexed arm behind his head. You bit your lip, admiring him right in return. You wished you could jump straight back into bed with him, and he wasn’t making it any easier for you to resist.

“And I love you, Lin,” you said, crossing the room towards him again. You barely noticed the way his deep brown eyes lit up with love as you leant in, cupping his cheek for a quick, chaste peck to his lips before you drew back.

“Don’t you have a gala to get ready for?” you quipped, perching on the edge of the bed with your back to him, gesturing to the laces on your dress again.

“Yup,” he replied nonchalantly, tugging on the lace a little too tight and you playfully swatted his hands away. “But,” he dropped his voice to that low whisper again, arms around your waist, lips at the nape of your neck again, “You look so goddamn sexy, I might just stay here and imagine you’re still wrapped around me and…”

“Fucking insatiable!” You giggled, turning to face him again once he’d successfully laced up your dress. “That means I don’t get to see you in that tux. Damn,” you pouted, making him laugh.

“I’ll send you a picture.”

“You better…”

It took all your willpower - and six missed calls from your friends - for you to finally kiss him goodbye and leave, only an hour late.

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Just as you hopped onto the A train, your phone buzzed with a text from Lin — ‘Have fun tonight, love. Leaving in 5. Call me later, I’ll come pick you up ❤��� - L’

You smiled; he was truly the sweetest. As promised, a few minutes later he sent an adorable selfie, all smart and suave in his tux with his hair styled back and a playful smirk on his lips. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight. He hadn’t quite been able to get rid of all your lipstick, though… You smirked at your screen when you noticed that.

You hit a like on the photo and sent a reply — ‘Looking like that, you’ll raise a million bucks, papi ;) see you later, love youuu xo’

But then a second message followed in quick succession, and it was far from sweet - in fact, it was downright sinful. He’d sent another photo, likely taken earlier; he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, showing off your raw scratches down his back — ‘Btw, this is what your damn nails did to me. Hope you’re happy… cause I want more 😏’

Your eyes immediately widened and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you saved the picture, biting your lip as your mind flashed back through what the two of you had gotten up to barely an hour ago.  You quickly typed out your reply — ‘OH, FUCK YES. 🤤🥵’

You hadn’t even gotten as far as 96th Street, but you already couldn’t wait to go home with Lin tonight.

(inspired by this picture... TW bc he was actually like, injured - but excuse my wild thoughts k thanks)

[alinacecee]

U can request fics hereee!!!

Hi! I'm Alina from aonungmyaddiction! And hey, I write too!!! If you do somehow find me I plan to write about:

Sherlock

Hamilton

Supernatural

Marvel

James Cameron’s Avatar Franchise

I'm still figuring out how to do the link things, and I'll try to get back on writing<3 I hope you find me a good enough writer! 💖💖

[ratatoastwrites]

dude i just found your blog and i’m obsessed with your writing style PLEASE MORE SPENCER REID I BEG

aww omg tysm 🥹❤️‍🩹

I actually wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue writing for him, but then an idea came to me today like a vision, so now you made me want to share it with the class lol 🧚‍♀️

So, basically it would probably either be a longer fic or a multi chapter one, idk yet

And like I usually don’t write longer stuff like that cuz I have commitment issues, but this one is calling my name like Hamilton called Lin Manuel Miranda’s 🗣️

(jeez i just realised that i wrote man instead of men lmao)

(also fun fact i picked the title from the song genie in a bottle cuz im lame and unoriginal)

The only issue I have is that I’m only on s3 of cm so I would need to do a LOT of research first lmao, so I wanted to ask if y’all would even be interested in the idea xoxo also i just simply cannot promise that it’s going to be very lore accurate but hhhhhhhhhh idk idk

OH BTW I DO KNOW THAT HE ISN’T IN CM EVOLUTION, I just thought that it would be fun to imagine that this is what he’s been up to lmao 🫡

there would be smut (ofc), probably hella angst, possibly some fluff and also probably some more violent themes (cuz it is technically about a case yk)

ALSO i’m not telling y’all if reader is actually the unsub or not ✨🥰

🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

[lincolndjarin]

Best Kept Secret Q&A

contains spoilers for all of bks !!

thank you @znerac for asking these !!

Is there anything you would of written differently? Why, and what would you of done?

the short answer is yes lmao.

the long answer is also yes but with a bunch of explanation. writing bks chapter by chapter and posting as i go is great and also not great for several reasons. getting immediate feedback is always great, and it pushes me to keep writing but it also means that i can't change things once they're written.

if i could the main things i would change would be :

i would rewrite any and all reader descriptions. in the early days of bks it was just a silly story that i wrote for myself. that being said i did my best to write the reader as ambiguous but a lot of my self bled through. very specifically is the fact that i get very very red when i'm embarrassed. i don't know the exact line but there was at one point in dins internal monologue something along the lines of "you blush blah blah blah, he wonders how deep the crimson tint goes." so i would change all of that for sure

on a less serious not i would rewrite all of chapter seven LMAO. i was stressed about six being the first smut chapter and i convinced myself that there needed to be more dirty stuff since i'd already started with it. i am haunted by the chapter seven blowjob. it feels so out of place to me like it's not needed, it's gotta go, i hate it but can do nothing about it.

hypothetically, If a movie/Show director came up to you to make a producion based heavily on BKS, would you take the opportunity?

yes and i would do it lin manuel miranda style by insisting that i play the lead and then i would demand pedro pascal as my counter part (he'll def take it, im convinced that man will do any movie.)

what inspired you to write bks?

a lot of things!!

mostly music, all sorts of songs. when i started it i had also just finished queen charlotte. (if you havent watched queen charlotte and like bks i highly recommend it.) i would say that bks!reader was based on charlotte early on. (i'm also gonna use my favorite line from queen charlotte in the epilouge)

and i just love telling stories. i love making these worlds and the people in them and this was the first time i ever put it into words!!

how do you think writing and posting bks has affected you? Positively, Negatively? What do you think would of changed if you didn't write it?

definitely both but the negatives aren't bad, and the positives make up for it.

bks in it's conception was always intended to be a coping mechanism for me. at the time of it's start my best (and realistically, only) friend was getting ready to move away for college and i realized that he was the only person i ever spent time with and i needed a hobby. i tried a few things until one day writing stuck. the intention was to have something to keep me busy but i ended up really loving it.

there's never been any external negatives, it really is just that i can be hard on myself but at the end of the day it's been a huge point of growth for me.

@knopes-waffles thank you lovey for sending these !!

was there a particular reason that you chose blue as Kodo’s color?

terrible answer to a great question but uhhh no lmao

i just had to pick a color and this is what my fingers typed lol, i knew from the get go that din's favorite color would be green so i had to pick something that wasn't that.

thank you to the anon who sent these !! (i assume these were from the same person bc they came in and the same time!!)

will din and queenie have more babies? or just grogu and their son?

i suppose we'll have to see ;)

(although after bks 28 this is answered haha)

where will they raise the babies? in the cabin?

i think so !! i like to think that they live in the cabin, bks!reader became attached to naboo and bks!din will happily live wherever she is. i also like to think that they travel though. they leave naboo as often as they can, din likes to show his children the galaxy so when they're older they definitely invest in a ship

thank you anon !! luv you !!

what was your absolute favorite scene to write?

there's so many gahhh im gonna try and narrow it down to a top three:

#1 : Chapter 16 - their first kiss

this was a big deal to me, i worked for quite some time on that scene. i had several long conversations with friends about it because i wanted it to have the weight of a scene from bridgerton. i love love love bridgerton, it's my guilty pleasure, and i wanted that scene to make me feel the way bridgerton love confessions make me feel. i needed an "i burn for you" and i had a lot of different versions but i eventually settled on "I ache." because i wanted it to be something that hurt, i think that bks!din is complicated (i sound so pretentious rn im so sorry) in a self hating way that makes even the idea of being happy extremely painful to him and i wanted to get that point across

#2 : Chapter 23 - the markets

the markets in general were always so so fun to write but the lunar markets especially. getting to write them as a normal couple shopping for sex toys was so so so fun, i remember being so exhausted writing this chapter but i loved it so much i just had to finish it.

short story break but i was up until 2 am writing this chapter, it was halfway done and i was supposed to be up at 7 to drive my grandma six hours to visit my aunt for a week. i texted her at 2 and said i was going to bed and i'd see her in the morning, she texted back and said she couldnt sleep so we just got in the car and went. when we got to my aunts i finished the chapter and then passed out lmao, editing it took ages bc i kept falling asleep

#3 : Chapter 3 - reading the smitten paladin

the entire scene where she's trying to not think about din while reading her porn book is always gonna be an all timer for me

(bonus: the epilouge has been very special to me. getting to write a happy ending for these characters that i have put through so much has been extremely healing for me)

thank you @darthbeebles !! <3

Were there any scenes you wrote/wanted to write but had to cut for some reason? I’d love some deleted scenes if you have any <3

so so so many. i will cover most in the little what if thing later this week but the biggest one was a masquerade ball.

i so badly wanted a scene where she was dancing at the ball and there's a masked man who asks for a dance with dark hair and a mask that only covers his eyes and GAH im making myself angry just thinking about it because i just couldn't make it work

i tried it on so many levels, but at the end of the day the climax of the story didn't work if she knew what he looked like. the identity swap twist didn't work as smoothly and after several attempts to work it in i had to scrap it

thank you @raintheegg my beloved for sending this in!!!!

What is your favorite characteristic about bsk!din?

very easily his devotion.

it makes him easy to write bc he has one character goal and it to keep reader as safe and happy as he can manage. it also helped me add in the vague religious themes because he really is just that in love with her right from the start

hi anon !!! thank you for sending this in!!

You don’t have to draw it out if you don’t want, but I’d love to see your vision for inside their closet in BKS!!! It feels like such an important space that I want to understand it exactly how you meant to portray it — 1000 rounds of applause for your writing, it was an incredible journey you took us on 🥲🥲

thank you so so much <3

i wanted to build distinct set pieces in the world, the closet, the nook, the cabin, etc. and the closet was based on my own closet!! i used to sleep in there with all of my pillows and blankets, i have some pics, i don't have any good ones because it's been a few years but these are the ones i found!!

thank you my sweet anon!!

what was the hardest chapter to write?

very easily chapter 26.

i had a very specific vision for it that i'd been working on for months and i wanted it to go over well. the rule i use with plot twists is that it either needs to not be guessed before it happens or it needs to executed in a pleasing enough way that if you did guess it you don't care or you feel accomplished. i couldn't be more proud of how it turned out

thank you anon for the ask !

why is kodo’s fav color blue

i thought about this one again and i did remember that i needed it to be an eye color so it ended up being between grey and blue and i went with blue!!

thank you anon who is definitely not @torizle-blog1

why are you so sexy and hilarious and perfect and awesome

years of practice.

[writebackatya]

Was tagged by @justaboot in a post with a lot of questions, let's do this!

how many fics do you have on ao3?

14

what's your total ao3 word count?

159,641 words. but let's be real, a good chunk of them are song lyrics.

what fandoms do you write for?

DuckTales (2017)

what are your top five fics by kudos?

Indi-Quack!

Rainbow Connections

Home for the Holidays!

Moon with a View!

Let's All Go to the Movies!

do you respond to comments? why or why not?

For the most part, yes. I try my best to get back to people's comments, especially if they have questions. But sometimes I just don't have the energy when I wish I did

what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I'd say the ending to F.O.W.L. Play! from Indi-Quack! might be the angstiest. Nothing like ending a story where you go through the morning routine of one FOWL employee and finding out she keeps her sanity by getting high with another underpaid employee who works her ass off a minimum wage and is also not happy where she is in life

what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hard to choose since I almost always go for the happy ending route. I think any of the stories for Home for the Holidays! could be the answer to this one cause those stories are nothing but holiday and winter fluff.

do you get hate on your fics?

it happens but not often. the first time I ever got hate was from a Della hater troll and they seem to be the only one who leaves hate on my fics

do you write smut?

no, but I've thought about it before. I don't mind sex in a story, but I don't know if I'm the right person to write that kind of stuff in a story. Honestly, the only reason why I wanna write smut is because I've plenty of jokes that I think are funny that would only work in a smut story

do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've ever written?

kinda??? would you consider having characters from various Duck media that never appeared in DuckTales 2017 crossover stuff? Heck I've got a couple of Della Duck stories in the works where she interacts with Mickey and Friends and I don't know if that should be considered a crossover

have you ever had a fic stolen?

no. thanks guys!

have you ever had a fic translated?

no, but that'd be neat!

have you ever cowritten a fic before?

no, but that is something I wouldn't mind doing some day

what's your all time favorite ship?

Of all time!? I don’t know. I love love

what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh so many: An Act of Murder!, Back in the Game!, F.O.W.L. Play!, The Iron Duck of Steel: The Gizmoduck Movie, Part I!, The Spear of Selene, and Thanks for the Memories!. I've just been working on these for so long that it feels like I'll never finish any of them

what are your writing strengths?

when I'm in the mood to write I can really write, I like to think my dialogue is interesting, characterization, and I'd say my rapid fire humor

what are your writing weaknesses?

I'm a terrible planner, I don't write stuff down, I keep stuff in my head like it's the best storage place, I underestimate how big some stuff will be, I don't allow myself to just write

thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've mainly used Google Translate for other languages such as Jose and Panchito's dialogue in The Three Cabablleros (and Della)!. But for Let's All Go to the Movies! I got my buddy @tokuvivor to translate a conversation between Fenton and Gosalyn. Honestly, one of my favorite parts of that story and I think tokuvivor translating it himself adds to the joke. Both Lin-Manuel Miranda and Stephanie Beatriz both know Spanish, so having someone who can help me translate my dialogue so that it can sound natural and be a bonus to bilingual speakers just makes me happy beyond comprehension

I will say I did use Google Translate for that story, but for English! So for the Fight Fighters game I wanted to get that badly translated English feel for the dialogue so for pretty much every dialogue in the game was translated to Japanese and then back to English. Except the line "Now I will kill you until you die from it!", that comes from the movie Hot Shots! Part Deux

first fandom you wrote for?

...Sonic. it was a phase, i have no strong opinions about that blue hedgehog these days I mean I guess his games are...fine? The cast of characters are...pretty cool, I like Tails I guess.

favorite fic you've ever written?

hard to say, but I think I'd put Indi-Quack!, Rainbow Connections, Let's All go to the Movies! in the top spot

I choose to tag: @tokuvivor, @imjustusingthistolikeartists, if they choose to answer these questions

[starduckys]

──★ i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory ̟ ⊹

hibi ☆ she/they, minor, demi & berriromantic + ace . miffy and keroppi enthusiast!! | writing sideblog 🖋 | main blog ao3 spotify | eest (utc +3) intp-t taurus . ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ when's it gonna get me?

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requests are open ! i write for hamilton (and wonka). expect a lot of angst lmao. won't write smut, rpf, x reader or anything. creepy . think incest romanticized abuse etc.

currently listening to the good witch, reading this is me trying, watching haikyuu!!

lifelines: hamilton, miffy, keroppi, sunoo, stray kids, boynextdoor, taylor swift, lin-manuel miranda, maisie peters, moominvalley, heartstopper, nimona, vanitas no carte, haikyuu!!, toilet-bound hanako-kun, dark rise & dark heir, osemanverse, agggtm, the scapegracers, coffee, mint chocolate, cats !!

daily clicks for palestine !!

ׁ݂ ⊹ ׁ݂ is it like a beat without a melody ? 𓂅 ໋⋅

[ao3feed-elams]

Acquisition

by Anonymous

“If everyone’s – then why are you still –?” “Why am I still here?” Jefferson tuts, “How rude, Alexander, I really thought I’d taught you better manners than that. You can’t seriously fall asleep in the middle of what I assume counts for a party with you people, and then demand things from me so brusquely?”

***

For once in his life, Alexander was enjoying taking a break from work. He wasn't expecting it to come crashing down so abruptly. Raise a glass to freedom, something you will never see again... Jefferson decides he deserves a little something for Christmas. As a treat. From what I hear, you've made yourself indispensable... Everyone's timing couldn't be worse if they actively tried. I may not live to see our glory...

Words: 4914, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of Addiction 'Verse

Fandoms: Hamilton - Miranda

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Alexander Hamilton, Thomas Jefferson, Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, John Laurens, Maria Lewis Reynolds, Gilbert du Motier Marquis de Lafayette, Angelica Schuyler, Margaret "Peggy" Schuyler, Hercules Mulligan

Relationships: Alexander Hamilton/Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens/Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler, Alexander Hamilton & Maria Lewis Reynolds

Additional Tags: Trans Male Character, Trans Alexander Hamilton, Explicit Sexual Content, Top Thomas Jefferson, Bottom Alexander Hamilton, Thomas Jefferson Being an Asshole, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Hurt Alexander Hamilton, Internalized Victim Blaming, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Anal Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Non-Consensual Kissing, Rough Kissing, Marking, Forced Orgasm, Overstimulation, Humiliation, Verbal Humiliation, Dirty Talk, Pet Names, Couch Sex, Praise Kink, Hair-pulling, Crying, Dom/sub Undertones, Light Bondage, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Christmas Smut, Christmas Party, Christmas Presents, I'm Sorry Lin-Manuel Miranda, Ties & Cravats, so awful oh my gods, Consent Has Left the Chat, Holiday Edition, the first chapter is mostly build up tbh, So yeah, Shower Sex

from AO3 works tagged 'Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens/Elizabeth "Eliza" Schuyler' https://ift.tt/RXSGhCf via https://ift.tt/Y5bZaPW

[tinygamertris]

Thanks for the tag, @martilyongabo!

It was a real trial to only put one Masayoshi Soken piece on here, because his work the last few years has been astronomically good and pulled me into Final Fantasy 14 through sheer awesomeness.

Scream, Masayoshi Soken, from the 6.3 FFXIV update. A catchy, creepy song that I would legit love to perform once my voice settles into its new register a bit more.

The Room Where It Happened, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Hamilton: An American Musical. Really catchy and really on-point with how Politics never really changes.

Silent Hill, Dan Bull. Another great creepy one with a hook that sinks right in and doesn't let go, it makes me miss the early Silent Hill games even more than usual.

Dream A Little Dream Of Me, Bing Crosby and Bob Scobey's Frisco Dance Band. Love me a little swing, love me a little jazz, love me the whole sound from the 1920s through 1930s. Hard to get good quality stuff though.

Smut, Tom Lehrer. His entire catalogue is free on https://tomlehrersongs.com/albums/ at the moment, and this is one of my favourites. Silly and dirty, happy and fun, just like all his work.

Tagging: @nagiru, @theshatteredrose, @themidgardlibrary, @pixel3603, and @gallusrostromegalus but only if you're interested.

5 songs

sanfezu:

thevoidisscreamingbackatyou:

flowers-floating-in-space:

spaceyaceylesbian:

joe-bidens-big-naturals:

sine-fine-inanis:

mollisetparva:

feuilleq:

milkisanabomination:

murderoushagthesequel:

deadly-moonlit-emmbarrasment:

idkkkjustgay:

okaythisisbecomingaproblem:

thesecrethistoryofjegulus:

nonsensical-space-ghost:

itsfunnybcuzitstrue:

sleepy-vix:

bluewrite:

layla-carstairs:

kaitcreates:

neeksxoxo:

walkingaftermidnight07:

sunflowersand-bees:

l0v3c0r3e:

mike-wheeler-hater:

swordsandskeletons:

moonriseblueeyes:

🎶✨When you get this, you have to put 5 songs you actually listen to, publish, then send this ask/tag 10 of your favorite followers  🎶✨ Thank you for the tag Carson, @padmedala. I’ve been liking Tears For Fears lately too. I’ll also look at my On Repeat Spotify playlist because that’s a smart idea. 1. Temporary Fix by One Direction

2. Judas by Lady Gaga (not me screaming to Bad Romance on the radio today)

3. I Don’t Love You by MCR

4. Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift

5. Here Comes the Sun by The Beatles

No pressure tags: @pimplepogue @mychemical-ronance, @kaleidoskuls, @downbytheriversside, @swordsandskeletons, @robinsnance, @mayfieldss @theannoyeddragon82, @she-wont-miss, @themaxbyers

HI ABBY! TY for the tag i’m sorry it took so long 🫠

never ending song by conan gray (i know it just released yesterday but it’s SO good)

bags by clairo

stoned at the nail salon by lorde

in my mind by lyn lapid

serotonin by girl in red

no pressure tags: @your-least-favourite-favourite @mx-yippeee

@felinecryptid @qamrology @a-mess-of-a-person @silentspacebee

@mike-wheeler-hater @pansexualdisasterr @hazmatazz and anyone else who would like to join

Thank you for tagging me !! 🫶🩵🩵

1. Maroon - Taylor Swift

2.What difference does it make ? - The Smiths

3.I’ll call you mine - Girl in Red

4.Born to die - Lana del Rey

5. Bohemian Rhapsody- Queen

No pressure : @axquiva @cultofsheep @cringengl @ineffigiatusnebula5 @l0v3c0r3e @over-rated-cheese @tobergrae @xbylerxstrangerthingsx I probably forgot someone …

thanks for the taggg🫶

1. Arabella - Arctic Monkeys

2. Night Crawling - Miley Cyrus, Billy Idol

3. Cherry Bomb - The Runaways

4. Better Than Revenge - Taylor Swift

5. Deceptagon - Le Tigre

@buckieduckie2 @ghoultaffy @louie-eclectic @littldolli @idkbishsss @willbyerswithagun @sunflowersand-bees @butterflies-f0r-michael @over-rated-cheese @ineffigiatusnebula5 @bi-arospec-mike-wheeler

ty for the taggg

Never Ending Song by Conan Gray (am i predictable? yes.)

Run Away To Mars by TALK

Good Not Great by JORDY

The Soccer Journals by Everybody’s Worried About Owen

Employment Cost by Roe Kapara

@swashbuckling-chicken @walkingaftermidnight07 @spoopyscaryiguanadon @acewhofellonmyface @aceoflanterns @apatheticlexicographer

thx for the tag @sunflowersand-bees :)

In My Head by Mad Tsai

ZITTI E BUONI by Måneskin

All You Wanna Do from Six

Question…? by Taylor Swift

Don’t Blame Me by Taylor Swift

@tys-kitty @neeksxoxo @le-petite-ivy @ashlakh @isobelblxckthrn

thanks for the tag!! <33

ok with it - Lyn Lapid (IT’S A RECENT ONE)

gold rush - Taylor Swift

Astronomy - Conan Gray (i’ve literally been obsessed with conan recently my phase is coming back)

Never Ending Song - Conan Gray

suffice - mxmtoon

no pressure tags: @kaitcreates @mayaheronthorn @what-ho-christopher-put-in @ilovefandoms @cityofdownwardspirals @pansexual-lilychen @layla-carstairs @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone @drublaccthorn @isobelblxckthrn

Tysm for the tag!

Birthday Cake by Dylan Conrique

Bags by Clairo

My Alcoholic Friends by The Dresden Dolld

Fever Dream by Mxmtoon

Prom Queen by Beach Bunny

Tagging: @what-ho-christopher-put-in @tys-kitty @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone @layla-carstairs @pansexual-lilychen @mayaheronthorn @isnt-loving-lovely

thank you so much @neeksxoxo and @kaitcreates for the tags!!

1. Death by a Thousand Cuts by Taylor Swift

2. The Archer by Taylor Swift

3. Theseus by The Oh Hellos

4. The Garden by The Crane Wives

5. The Hand That Feeds by The Crane Wives

tagging: @gracecarstairss @bluewrite @what-ho-christopher-put-in @ibrushmyteeth-donttellanyone @alastaircarstairsdefenselawyer + anyone else who wants to!

thank u for the tag !! (btw same i always forget the urls too lol 💀)

5 songs i actually listen to…this will be so hard cos i got playlists of over 10h and i listen to music 24/7 quite literally but oh well, we’ll try

midnight memories - one direction

kiwi - harry styles

written all over your face - louis tomlinson

meltdown (acoustic version) - niall horan

would’ve, could’ve, should’ve - taylor swift

tags: @drunkonimagination@sleepy-vix@patiencekills-solitaire@bitterliked1etlem0nade@sunseeking-cryptid@luciehercndale and whoever wants to do this really (no pressure for anyone !!)

tysm for the tag :)

- Oh No! (MARINA)

- I bet on losing dogs (mitski)

- Falling behind (Laufey)

- Mystery (Matt Maltese)

- Boys will be bugs (Cavetown)

tags: @noromo35 @localtorispring @stoic-pinata @papercuts-from-poetry @itsfunnybcuzitstrue @nonsensical-space-ghost + anyone else :)

Ty for the tag @sleepy-vix :)

Message in a bottle- The Police

505- Arctic Monkeys

Brazil- Declan McKenna

Don’t Panic- Coldplay

La Seine- Vanessa Paradis

Tagging: @simpforcharliedalton @latin-8-o-clock-my-room @the-four-pillars-of-welton @everythingsbetterunderthestars @booksandgalaxies @angerycat @nonsensical-space-ghost @iambecomeyourvillain @thesecrethistoryofjegulus @orbitingplutoinmysocksleepingbag @b4tteryacid

Thanks for the tag @itsfunnybcuzitstrue !

Good Old-fashioned lover boy by Queen

Ziggy Stardust by David Bowie

Headache by the Reytons

Half a person by the Smiths

Tagging:

@orbitingplutoinmysocksleepingbag @patiencekills-solitaire @thesecrethistoryofjegulus @allaboutbethsblog @panic-like-the-disaster-you-are @ticcywhaleshark @angerycat @drowninginmyabyss @simpforcharliedalton anyone else who wants to do it :)

Thanks! -Tagged by: @nonsensical-space-ghost and @itsfunnybcuzitstrue

Happiness is a butterfly- Lana del ray

All apologies- Nirvana

Oh you pretty things- David Bowie

karma police- Radiohead

Home- Cavetown

<3 tagging these lovely people:

@basicallyjustmuggleremuslupin @moonagebooklover @queerdeadwizards @callmejud3 @lonelywitchversion76 @jegulasismylife @okaythisisbecomingaproblem and @thesmellofbooksandlavender - (I think you’re taking a break, but why not)

tagged by: @thesecrethistoryofjegulus thanks <33

serotonin- girl in red

killer Queen - queen

seventeen - marina

lady stardust - David Bowie

miss americana and the haeartbreak prince - taylor swift

tags (absolutely no pressure):

@idkkkjustgay @where-is-vivian @tiolu445 @aeoneskova @not-rab @fefifofae @moonagebooklover @cersxisbitch

Tagged by: @okaythisisbecomingaproblem

Mad woman-Taylor Swift

Illicit affairs-Taylor Swift

Mirrorball-Taylor Swift

Killer queen-queen

Gold rush-Taylor Swift

Tags<3

@not-rab @murderoushagthesequel @ringaroundtherosier @deadly-moonlit-emmbarrasment

thanks @idkkkjustgay for the tag

Miss americana & the heartbreak prince-Taylor Swift

Haunted-Taylor Swift

Who wants to live forever-Queen

paper rings-Taylor Swift

Arabella-Arctic monkeys

no pressure tags;

@that-bitch-kat3 @siriusly-kay @ringaroundtherosier @murderoushagthesequel

ok sry if i tagged anyone who has already been tagged <3

ah! thanks for the tags @idkkkjustgay and @deadly-moonlit-emmbarrasment :)

Video Games- The Young Professionals

English Love Affair- 5 Seconds of Summer

I Miss Having Sex But At Least I Don’t Wanna Die- Waterparks

Somebody Told Me- The Killers

Haunted- Taylor Swift

no pressure tags: @lynnelupin, @canyouhearmyfear, @b1tchplease114, @yoqri, @lady-of-nightmares-and-sin, @justpjostufff, @rainydaykid, @questioningallofthethings, @milkisanabomination (alright i got 9, not 10, one or two people i wanted to tag have tags off)

i feel so honoured right now. thank you @murderoushagthesequel :)

Y.M.C.A - Village People

Somebody Told Me - Måneskin

Memories - Conan Gray

I Got a Girl - Lou Bega

Cult of Dionysus - The Orion Expirience

Tagging: @taykong13 @chace-vito @werewolfenthusiast @the-princess-fangirl @g1nk0 @artbyace @gaystheysanddinos @feuilleq @wordknowntoallmen @gerardwayoftheday

soz if youve already been tagged…

thanks for tagging me @milkisanabomination <3

1. if you wanna - the vaccines

2. bloody - current joys

3. cruel summer - taylor swift

4. dog days are over - florence + the machine

5. gabriellas sång - helen sjöholm

no pressure tags:

@esolean @doorlene @louisdeadpoets @thesunandstarss @daltonchronicles @queerdeadwizards @mollisetparva @siriuslyalex @toddmybeloved @artbyace @starchaserdreams

sry if you’ve been tagged before

thank you so so much for the tag @feuilleq :)))

1. suffragette city- david bowie

2. gold rush- taylor swift

3. swinging party- the replacements

4. cosmic dancer- t. rex

5. perfect day- lou reed

tagging (no pressure at all!): @dakrapatops @trannydean @destielt4t @athenaschild5 @chemical-toe-beans @cornmazehater @sine-fine-inanis @muscosoviridi

Aww thanks for the tag besite! <2

1. Voyager - key puncher

2. Crash - neovaii

3. Control - Yiannis Ioannides

4. Aether - virtual mage

5. Допоможе ЗСУ - Chico, Qatoshi

Tags: (no pressure at all, of course! )

@vaultxboyxblog @explodingegg123 @5spooder2 @joe-bidens-big-naturals @lancer1234 and anyone else :-)

Oh thanks for the tag!!! 1. Ship in a bottle - written by fin argus, cover by chloe breez

2. Take control - old gods of asgard

3. Mucka Blucka (intro to calamity) - chonny jash 4. Inexplicable - the correspondents 5. Not human - elegant slims

@spaceyaceylesbian @rosinrush @fioledarsenic @optimisticdogcollector5

ah thanks for tagging!

really anything by florence + the machine the amazing devil but i don’t think that cuts it so

Howl - Florence and the Machine

Spare Change (acoustic demo) - Ella Heckman

That Unwanted Animal - The Amazing Devil

Ramblings of a Lunatic - Bears in Trees

4runner - Brenn!

tagging @pacificwaternymph @flowers-floating-in-space and anyone else who wants to!

Ayyyy a tag! Thanks lass

1. Chandelier by Will Paquin

2. Fuck it by Rio Romeo

3. This is love by Air Traffic Controller

4. Hieroglyphics by The Oh Hellos

5. Passirine by The Oh Hellos

Taggin! No pressure ofc ofc @reptiles-of-the-mind @thevoidisscreamingbackatyou @justaturtleindisguise

And anyone else who wants to!

thank you so much for the tag!!!! :3 i love these lil song thingies sm

overgrown garden- beetlebug(their(?) songs are so good oms)

ballerina- raffaella

gb eating gb while listening to gb(tysm fogs for the rec i am obsessed)-crywank

somewhere only we know-keane

could have been me- the struts(one of my childhood songs i recently got back into <333)

no pressure tagging <33!! @donnietellos @maybe-i-am-boring @sanfezu @burritowitch @iconicore @turtlore @defnotnoodle and anyone else whod like to do it <3 please lmk if youd prefer not to be tagged as well mk? /gen :3

Thank you very much for the tag💜

Hm… that’s a little hard… Because I listen to music 24/7 and loving all the songs I have… hmmm… let’s see…

I’d like to just put INHUMAN (f.k.a. Code: Pandorum), because I’m listening to ALL of their songs and I love them equally.

Ozoi the Maid x Yakui the Maid — Lanterns

Itai the Maid — Unfinished

Ken Ashcorp — Hunter

Of Machines - Becoming Close to Closure

Maybe these songs??? I don’t know…

Tagging: @mimocrocodilelol @mknd @fasupon @makshu @queko @manyakot and whoever wants to!

Sorry if I tagged you but you already did this one. That’s perfectly fine to ignore. If you want me to stop tagging you, just say so, and I will stop.

I like to share songs I love, so let’s go! I swear to God, if I could sing, I would sing all those songs, especially “Wipe Your Eyes” and “Give Me Your Name��.

Wipe Your Eyes by Maroon 5 (Yes, IN THIS version. There is another version of the song with the changed music, I like it too, but I love this one more, I heard it first);

Kill Me Better by Don Diablo & Imanbek ft. Trevor Daniel (The lyrics of this song…);

Give Me Your Name by Dead By Sunrise (I’ve loved this song since elementary school. If it’s next on the playlist, I just can’t scroll through it.);

Middle Of Nowhere by Vancouver Sleep Clinic (Extremely meditative for me);

Лётчик by Би-2 (Just… Associations with what is going on around).

@mknd @glukperwwi @beastkaiju @martilyongabo

[rubyyogurt]

[lin-manhell]

Jealousy

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, Smut (NSFW), Jealousy, A bit of Public Smut but not much, language.

Prompt: “I bet you think you’re really cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.” and “Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.”

A/N: This is my first smut so It’s probably not the best, but enjoy!

You were currently at the Oscars party with what it seemed like hundreds of celebrities and hundreds more of people who loved Lin and were trying to get his attention. This was supposed to be a night where Lin could hang out with you and take a break after being on stage 8 times a week, but it seemed like everything was keeping you two apart. It started with you walking in with Lin by your side, smiles on your faces, and he got dragged away almost immediately.

Now here you are, sitting at a bar, a bit tipsy, watching as women flirt with your husband a few yards away. Jealousy flowed through your veins and you chugged the last of your drink. Two can play this game. 

“What’s a pretty lady like yourself doing alone here?” A tall man grabbed the stool next to you and sat down next to you. He was familiar, but your brain wasn’t focusing too much on it.

“Being too sober,” you replied, staring at your empty glass.

“Well, how about I get you another drink?”

“That would be nice,”

A few drinks later and you were on the dance floor, drunk, in another man’s arms and your husband still on your mind as you glanced at him. He still had women around him, all of them trying to grab his attention, but his eyes were on you, and he didn’t seem happy. You smirked and realized he was getting jealous. Perfect. 

The man you were with was putting his hands on your back, occasionally moving them around your body. You didn’t feel anything for him, but this would be the way to get Lin to pay attention to you. You felt sober again, as you felt his eyes glaring daggers at the man and yourself. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your arm and you looked up to see Lin. He took you from the man and dragged you outside. 

He wasn’t talking, his eyes wouldn’t even meet yours. You could tell he was extremely jealous by the way he was acting and the way his muscles were all tensed. He called up a cab and on the way there, he finally growled, his voice deep and strained, “I bet you think you’re really cute letting them put their hands all over you. We’ll see how cute you look later when I get you home.”

You felt his voice go straight to your core and you realized how much trouble you were about to be in. Your thighs suddenly squeezed together, trying to get some friction. You then felt Lin’s hand on your thigh, and looked up. His eyes were almost black, with a combination of lust and jealousy. His hand slowly went up your dress, to your undergarments, as he started tugging them down. You realized he was about to fuck you in the back of a taxi, or at least finger fuck you. 

“Lin-” you quietly moan.

“Shh, you wouldn’t like to be heard now, would you?” he chuckled.

Two fingers were now inside you, and you were just trying not to make a noise. His fingers curled inside of you and you were seeing stars. You started to grind into his fingers, trying to get more friction, but he stopped, pulled his fingers out, and licked his fingers to get your wetness off of them. You frowned because you were very wet and close with no relief, but were slightly relieved because you wouldn’t get caught.

The taxi stopped and you realized the other reason why he didn’t let you finish. Needless to say you were probably not going to be able to walk tomorrow. Lin paid the driver and stepped outside with you on the side of him, trembling slightly.

As soon as you got inside, the door was closed and Lin pinned you to the door; his mouth against yours hungrily, his hands on every part of your body. His lips left yours as he grabbed your frame and brought you to the bedroom.

Next thing you knew, your clothing was all on the floor and his suit was still fully on. 

His fingers were in you again and as he was finger fucking you his eyes met yours. His gaze was so desperate and lust filled; you felt the knot form quite quickly as you squirmed under his gaze. Your moans were filling the room and you were practically shaking at this point. 

“Look at you, I’ve only started using my fingers and you’re already shaking.” 

“Lin,” you moaned “I’m about to-”

“Not yet,” His fingers were still hammering into you and it was extremely difficult to hold back. Suddenly, his fingers were gone and you whined in protest.

You looked up to see Lin slowly undressing, just to make you watch patiently, knowing you could do nothing without getting a worse punishment. Your core was throbbing and there seemed to be no relief. 

Finally he was undressed and he reached to the dresser to grab a condom. After putting it on, he slammed into you with no warning and your moans and screams filled the room again. Lin’s name was the only thing on your tongue, his mouth on your neck- leaving marks that will surely be visible for a while.

“You are mine, cariña. Mine.”  

You came undone at his words, but he wasn’t finished yet. If anything, his thrusts became more intense. You were seeing white and could feel another knot quickly forming. After you came for a second time he filled his condom and started slowing down. He stopped and slowly pulled out, and exited the room to throw out the condom. He entered the room again and laid down next to you, his hands caressing your face.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?”

You shook your head tiredly.

He pulled you closer to him and gently rubbed your back. Your eyes slipped closed. Before you lost conscious you heard him say,

“I love you. So much. Damn, you have no idea what you do to me.”

[ramp-it-up]

This 1Kinktober is to celebrate 1000 followers! 🎉. Also, the 1st anniversary of my first fic posted on this blog is 10/25! 🥳

I’m so humbled an honored that you chose to follow me. Love you ALLLLLL! 😘

Fics Will be posted at 4pm EST M-F and 2 pm EST ON Sat. and Sunday. Comments, likes and reblogs are appreciated!

Here is the Calendar of Kinks!

Dates in October

Thigh Riding Bottle Rocket-Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans

Lactation Kink Choices-Chris Evans

Filming Angel Baby- Jake Jensen

Spanking Never Been Kissed-Lin Manuel Miranda

Hand Kink Definitely, Possibly -Daveed Diggs

Public Sex Sorry Not Sorry -Chris Evans

Voice kink/Phone sex Very Merry - Rafael Casal

Cock warming Validation- Bucky Barnes

Breeding kink/Cum play Situationship - Chris Evans

Voyeurism Shake It Up- Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans

Praise kink Only Bad Choices- Rafael Casal

Clothing kink Nice and Slow-Janthony

Size kink The Fit and the Feel- Chris Evans

Creampie Posession- Bucky Barnes

Light BDSM Amnesia- Rafael Casal

Face Riding Make it Hot -Johnny Storm

Anal Little One- Ari Levinson

Wax Play Sensation-Bucky Barnes

Brat taming Couples Therapy Lin Manuel Miranda

Hair pulling Definitely Yes- Daveed Diggs

Breath play Tranquility-Rafael Casal

Begging Salutation- Bucky Barnes

30-yr old Virgin AdorkableChris777- Chris Evans

Coercion Coercion-Ransom Drysdale

Toys FS14:Time to Play -Daveed Diggs

Edging Lesson Learned -Rafael Casal

Cuckholding Spin it ‘Round -C Evans/Sebastian Stan

Clit slapping Fuck Me Heels-Andy Barber

Threesome Round Two-Bay Boys

Multiple Those Who Seek Release Select Avengers

The Absolute Point Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes

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I hope you enjoy!

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I'm not gonna be able to take hermes seriously because each time he comes on screen I'm just gonna be picturing this

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Gilded: All That Glitters

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary:

Your invitation to the Met Gala was straight out of a fairytale: a starry night, a beautiful dress, a million spotlights - and a certain charming co-chair in a coattail tux who unexpectedly swept you off your feet...

- Once upon a time, two grown-up theatre kids crossed paths at adult prom and made the absolute best of it. -

Rating: Mature (mild smut warning)

Words: 7611 (oops, I be dreamin')

Spotify playlist link, for when you get there

2022 - New York City

The first Monday in May.

You hadn’t exactly expected that to mean anything more than an ordinary date on your ever-expanding calendar, but now there you were, unable to believe your eyes as you sat in a gleaming suite at The Mark. Surrounded by a dizzying flurry of people wafting in and out of the room, you still struggled to come to terms with your newfound celebrity status. 

Truly, everything had seemed surreal since the release of your debut movie late last year.

You’d gotten a silver-screen debut people only ever dreamt of: after years of fruitless West End auditions, you had been catapulted straight from community theatre to a Hollywood starring role, and though your film hadn’t been predicted to score, it carved its own path as a runaway success. With that came critical acclaim and mass popularity alike, and overnight you went from your survival job as a checkout clerk to walking red carpets with Hollywood’s A-List across the pond.

All that glittered certainly couldn’t be gold, but there was no denying it: with great success came its fair share of gilded glamour. Speaking of which, tonight you were invited to the Met Gala. You knew the stakes were high - the coveted event would be the fashion spectacle of the year, everyone who was anyone would be in attendance, and as a debutant you hoped to turn heads without causing an off-theme uproar. You knew the fashion critics and their online community were nothing if not harsh, ripping apart every gala attendee whilst they sat behind screens in their pyjamas; being new to the spotlight, hate and negative comments online took their toll on you when you read them, and you tended to avoid them as much as you could. But there was no escaping the attention tonight.

Thankfully, you had a strong team behind you that absolutely came through. They had hooked you up with a dream designer and getting ready was a total whirlwind. Thanks to the wonders that were your publicists, stylists and your glam team, before you knew it you were red carpet ready in a striking black and gold ball gown with a long train, sweet and sexy but just rough enough around the edges in keeping with the theme. It was perfect, and though your pre-appearance nerves were killing you, you felt like a real-life Disney princess.

You stepped out of the car, taking a deep breath to prepare yourself for the walk. As you emerged, clamour broke out amongst the photographers and the flashes nearly blinded you as you swept your gaze over the sea of cameras, remembering everything you’d been taught about high profile red carpet etiquette: shoulders back, get your angles right, let them only see your good side, pretend someone has just told you the world’s funniest joke and give them the most genuine big smile you can muster…

Four more steps and one dramatic hair flip later, a couple of assistants were on hand to help with the train of your dress as you made your way towards the legendary Met Steps. All the way up, you continued to flash the cameras what you hoped was a showstopping smile, but really, all you did was pray you would make it up the steps without falling over. If you were honest, your ‘gala prep’ had included running up and down the stairs to your third-floor walk-up flat in the highest heels you owned - and clearly it had helped, because now you were up there and everything was going perfectly.

(Or so you convinced yourself, anyway.)

The Vogue team immediately pulled you aside for a couple of interviews on your way in, and you found yourself making every effort not to seem too starstruck as you explained the detailing of your dress to Vanessa Hudgens (holy High School Musical hell?!) before making your way into the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

You had always wondered what actually happened at this Gala, forever imagined it to be just a huge high-profile celebrity fashion fest. Now you’d been told the evening would entail a tour of the new exhibition, a musical performance, some speeches and a dinner, but that really was all you knew so far.

Aya, your head publicist, was tasked with the responsibility of escorting you through the event, and she was thankfully privy to your predicament as a first-time attendee. She gently reminded you that as a guest, you needed to be introduced to the Chairs of the Gala, and the event was an unspoken networking opportunity to befriend practically anybody you wanted to speak to. You let her lead the way as she pattered on her phone - not hers, but a device exclusively for the event, she explained. Her main role had really been to make sure you were in the right place at the right time throughout your promo tours and award circuits, but she knew this event inside out and you were thankful for her patience and understanding of how nervous you were as she guided you through it.

As you entered the Great Hall, your eyes widened when you saw Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds, in all their gorgeous glory, her copper-patinated dress catching the eye of every passer-by as the couple chatted away with - holy crap, is that Katy Perry and Lizzo? Since when is that a thing? You surreptitiously stared as the two women strutted out to one of the galleries, and upon some urging from Aya, you tiptoed over to the co-hosting couple and nervously said hello. 

You began to introduce yourself, but Blake cut you short. “Sweetheart, we know who you are!” she said, flashing her signature dazzling smile - there was no denying the woman’s screen presence, but you could swear she actually sparkled in real life.

“Oh my god, you do?” you blurted out. Honestly, the fact that people you’d admired forever knew of you was one thing you still struggled to wrap your head around.

“Of course! Congratulations on your Met debut; you look wonderful,” Ryan remarked.

You thanked them with a shy smile and, seeing it as your only opportunity to do so, showered them with a barrage of compliments on how lovely they looked. The couple were positively charmed and it took both your publicists to cut in, reminding you all that there were other places to go and other people to meet.

You exited the hall and bumped straight into a couple of fellow cast members from your multi-award-winning move; Emma Stone and Regé-Jean Page were far more well-known than you, but they made you feel welcome and for that you were endlessly grateful. You joined them in socialising with even more beautiful people amongst all the extravagance of the evening and your fascination with everyone’s themed revelry. The list was endless. Between the blur that was meeting the legendary Anna Wintour, being positively awestruck by an endless list of Met-mythical wonders, and a few hilariously out-of-tone jokes by some questionable comedians as the Biebers were outshone when the Kardashian clan trotted in with their entourage of partners, you began to doubt if the whole event was just one long fever dream, worrying you’d wake up in your tiny unglamorous studio back home any second now.

You felt a little more at ease in familiar company with your costars by your side as you made your way through the Costume Institute, casting your eyes over the exhibition. It was all incredibly overwhelming and you made a mental note to come back on some quiet afternoon to actually check out the pieces on display - because goodness knew that was the last thing you could focus on today.

Even your costars’ costars had you starstruck when soon enough the Duke of Hastings spotted his Duchess across the room and excused himself to go say hello and a certain Spiderman whisked his sometime sweetheart away, leaving you deserted for a moment as you waited for Aya to return from wherever she’d zipped off to. You rolled your eyes at everyone’s frivolity - granted, there were a fair few pretty boys and dashing men at this event, but romance was the last thing on your mind when running in these star-studded circles. So you looked around for a sign, still a fish out of water, figuring out where the tide would take you next.

That was when you saw him.

His million-watt smile was the first thing you noticed as he stood beside an obscure exhibit, engrossed in a conversation with an old friend.

Lin-Manuel Miranda. Who’d ever have thought?

You knew he was one of the co-chairs of the event, and having already met the others, that wouldn’t be a terrible excuse to talk to him. You had seen him around, and originating as a theatre kid you knew exactly who and what this man was. You’d never really paid much mind to this side of him, though - if you ever thought of him (which, honestly, didn’t happen often) you still pictured long hair, fast-paced Broadway rap and this was the dude that wore jeans to the freaking White House! But tonight, he looked every bit the part of a Met Gala co-chair, and his sharp coattail tux somewhat reminded you of a charming Disney prince.

Wait, what?

You wondered where that thought had suddenly come from, but you weren’t afforded the luxury of lingering on it. Aya snuck through the various groups of guests gathered around the gallery and found you again, shoving a cold champagne flute into your hands despite your protests. And just like that, she began escorting you around the room to meet a few more famous faces, some familiar, others starstruck-inducingly new. Forcing down your nerves with some bubbly, you faked breezing through celebrity small talk like a Met veteran, covering every trace of the shaky newcomer you truly were as you exchanged smooth pleasantries with everyone you crossed paths with. You quickly learnt compliments were the currency of the evening, and you spent them lavishly.

With only a few people left to meet, Aya finally nudged you over in their direction and you successfully floated through another round of networking, and somewhere in all this you found yourself face-to-face with Lin-Manuel himself. He welcomed you with a kind smile, you greeted him politely and introduced yourself as you’d become accustomed to doing all evening. You weren’t about to become complacent, though everyone seemed to know of you already - and in that respect, he was no different. You’d been drifting in parallel circles while you were both in LA during the whirlwind awards season earlier in the year, but somehow you had never formally met until now.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he said. Though enthusiastic and excitable, he spoke with a certain softness, and you had to keep yourself from swooning as he grasped your hand, eyes briefly meeting yours for permission - when you looked back at him with a demure smile, he gently brushed his lips over the back of your hand. You tried to level your breathing.

“Likewise, Lin-Manuel.” You blushed as he released your hand, standing to his full height again.

Maybe you had really been transported back to the Gilded Age, for this meeting was certainly out-of-place in this era.

“Please, call me Lin. And if I may… You look beautiful.”

“Thank you! You don’t look so bad yourself,” you remarked lightly, earning a soft chuckle from him as you trailed your gaze over him. There was a certain royal quality about his look; it was like he’d walked straight out of a fairytale.

“Thanks! Dressing up isn’t exactly my forte, so…”

“Of course, and congratulations on… this!” You exhaled, gesturing to the grandeur that surrounded you. “You’re probably sick of hearing this, but honestly, Tick Tick Boom was the best movie I saw last year,” you complimented, meaning every word. You’d had a crazy few months and lacked the time to watch most of the movies that had come out, but you’d caught his directorial debut at a festival where your film was also being screened and it was definitely up there with your favourites.

“I appreciate that,” he said sincerely - though he sounded modest, you could tell he enjoyed the praise. He continued, “I could say the same. You’ve probably been hearing this all night, but congratulations on your Oscar! For a feature debut, that’s a pretty mean feat.”

“Thank you,” you smiled with gratitude, “Though I still believe you and Bruno were royally robbed!”

Lin laughed at your joke, a heartwarming symphony that you somewhat still wished you could hear again. Humbly, he continued, “Ah, it’s all good. Just knowing that the world is still talking about it is enough of a reward, ‘cause honestly I didn’t expect any of that.”

“I get that.” You nodded, raising your glass, “To the unexpected, then!”

“To everything unexpected.” He clinked his glass against yours with the sweetest little smile playing on his lips, his eyes crinkling at the edges. There was something infectious about his positive energy, because until now you’d been feigning your camera smile for the inevitable photographs, but in this moment you were actually unabashedly beaming. 

You risked a small sip of your champagne, meeting his eyes over the rim of the flute. “I kinda still can’t believe all this is happening,” you giggled, gazing around the room in disbelief.

He caught his bottom lip between his teeth for a split second before agreeing with you, “I know, right? It’s like some kind of crazy adult prom…”

“Exactly! How did you end up hosting this thing anyway?” you wondered aloud. 

But before he could elaborate, his publicist politely interrupted. “Lin, we should…” The guy gestured to the other side of the hall.

“Duty calls,” Lin nodded, turning to you again, “It’s a long story, but I promise I’ll find you and tell you the whole thing!”

You smiled. “Alright. I’ll catch you later!”

As he stepped away, following his publicist to who-knew-where, he turned and shot you a quick wink before venturing out towards the hall. You sighed, your gaze following him out of your sight…

—————

The event was truly unlike anything you’d ever seen before. As the seated proceedings began, you watched on in wonder, while your publicist (read: babysitter) reminded you to eat some of the ridiculously decadent food so you wouldn’t collapse. 

But strangely, you couldn’t take your eyes off of that rather charming, intelligent man on the other side of the room. Even whilst he took his place on the podium, expertly delivering a well-written speech, you could feel his gaze wander back to you, which made you oddly nervous. He’d immediately look away when he saw you’d noticed, but it was clear as day. You averted your eyes for a moment during the musical performances, but when your gaze fell upon Lin again, now seated at his table at the very front, you realised he was still looking right back at you. Even from across the vast hall you could pick up that little glint of appreciation in his eyes, and gilded glamour be damned, you truly felt like a million bucks and then some. After you’d caught him one time too many, he made no effort to hide, and neither did you.

Once the meal was over and done with, Lin immediately stood up and you watched as he strode across the hall in your direction. You panicked and quickly struck up a conversation with Ariana DeBose, seated beside you. You were well aware that Lin and Ariana knew each other, but you needed a not-so-blatant cover and that was the best you could do.

“Hey,” Lin’s smooth voice interrupted you as you sensed his presence behind you, “Is this seat taken?” He gestured to the empty chair on the other side of you, and for a second you wondered why the hell Simone Ashley had chosen that particular moment to disappear, leaving her seat conveniently empty.

“Nope, join us!” Ariana invited him, and that was all he needed to pull up the chair and do exactly that. “What, was the hosting crowd too basic for you?” she joked.

“God, no, they’re great! I just… thought I’d come say hi! So, hi,” he said sweetly. Ariana laughed, whilst your curiosity continued to grow. Giving you a gentle nudge, Lin murmured, just about loud enough for you to hear, “I think I owe you a story…”

“Go on? I think I have time,” you teased.

“Walk with me?” he proposed. He was blatantly flirting - you shot him a mildly incredulous look, though judging by the innocence with which he asked, you’d be lying to yourself if you thought you’d say no. You nodded.

Ariana raised her eyebrows when she noticed you and Lin rising from your seats, silently interrogating the two of you. In unison, you both shook your heads in comical denial - and you wanted to say something to justify yourselves, but instead you followed Lin across the hall.

“Where are we going?” you asked, more intrigued than wary.

“I… actually don’t know,” Lin confessed with a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “Outside?”

“Honestly I’d love to, but the designers and my stylists would kill me if I ruined this thing!” You gestured to your dress - which you couldn’t quite believe was yours, even just for tonight. You’d be in trouble if anything went wrong with it.

His appreciative once-over didn’t go unnoticed by you. “Mine too. But let’s say we throw caution to the wind and go anyway… Who can stop us?” He smirked.

“Who can stop us?” you repeated, in a sort of amused disbelief. But then reality struck you, and you questioned naively, “But what if someone sees us?”

“I’m pretty sure every reporter in town is stationed solid either outside The Met or The Mark. And the perks of co-chairing… We have a back exit here.” He knew what he was doing; you nodded, reasonably impressed. “Would you trust me?” Lin asked earnestly. 

How could you trust him? Why would you trust him? For all intents and purposes he was virtually a stranger, and for you to be so enchanted by him…

And yet… something about the honesty in his eyes and the warmth in his smile compelled you to link your arm through his, whispering your assent. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

So, arm-in-arm, off you went through to the opposite end of the Met, fleeing the Gala in a blur of coattails and dress trains as you hastened for this undisclosed back exit. Sneaking away from the glamour of the party was easy enough; practically all the other attendees were still in the Great Hall, leaving you with a clear getaway route.

—————

Central Park seemed to be deserted, and with good reason. It had gotten dark outside and the temperature had taken a post-sunset drop, leaving a slight chill in the air as you escaped to a quiet walkway, lit only by the gentle glow of streetlamps lining the path.

True to his word, as you strolled along the path together, Lin narrated the tale of how he’d come to receive an invite to host this major fashion-focused event despite being turned into an unfashionable meme in recent history (so you were right, White House Jeans Dude was a real joke). You found yourselves going off on other tangents far too often and it took him much longer than necessary to get to the end of the relatively uncomplicated story, owing to distractions that kept you chatting and laughing and oh, so much flirting - but honestly, you didn’t mind at all. You almost willed this not to end, almost wished the story were longer so you’d remain in each other’s company until the night was through.

You let Lin lead the way as you wandered, presuming this New York native most likely knew his way around the park far better than you ever would. More than happy to oblige, he led the way and took a turn onto another path, until you faced a wire fence almost entirely covered in shrubbery; when he stopped walking, you looked askance at him. It looked like a dead end - what was he playing at?

Cautious of the delicate fabric of his coat, he pushed aside an overgrown branch to reveal a gaping hole in the fence, and your expression graduated from confusion back to incredulity. He looked back at you and nodded as if asking you to continue to just trust him - and you still didn’t know exactly why you thought that was a wise idea, but alas, you did. You gathered the skirt of your ball gown as best you could, cringing a little at the way the black silk crinkled as you made every effort to hold it up, careful not to let it snag on the clipped fencing. You heaved a sigh of relief when you and your dress made it inside unscathed and Lin quickly followed behind, standing beside you. 

For a moment, the two of you stood still in the shadows. There was a certain hauntingly beautiful quality about the empty open-air theatre; with the lights switched off and not another soul in sight, the stillness and silence hung heavy in the air as the moon floodlit the stage you stood on. From where you had snuck in, you were directly upstage, facing rows upon rows of unoccupied seats. Together, you looked down, revelling in the reflection of the pearlescent glow from above and when you raised your gaze to meet his, you exchanged looks of silent wonder.

A vague notion of concern materialised in the back of your mind as you realised you were essentially trespassing. But you weren’t causing any harm, so… Was that so bad?

Lin was the first to move again. His footsteps echoed as he strode centre stage, and despite the slight eeriness of it, he looked entirely comfortable in this space, completely owning it. You watched on in awe as he stepped into the light, the moon’s luminance casting a subtle shimmer over his suit, bringing forth an iridescent glow in the darkness. 

“This is…amazing,” you exhaled, short of breath and of words.

He turned back to glance at you, and his sweet smile alleviated your fleeting fears. “No doubt, the Delacorte is stunning at night…” he mused aloud, “But it’s kinda starting to pale in comparison.”

“In comparison to what, pray tell?” you questioned innocently, taking a couple of tentative steps towards him.

“Take a guess?”

“You? That suit is quite dazzling.”

“Ha, ha.” Lin responded with a wry grin, “You, of course.”

You blushed, shifting your coy gaze to the ground. “Stop, you’re being too sweet.”

“Oh, I’m about to make it worse,” he teased, that flirtatious smirk playing on his lips again. You quirked a brow, daring him to go on. “May I have this dance, my lady?” he asked playfully, taking a chivalrous bow as he offered you his hand.

“You certainly may, Sir,” you quipped in the strongest British received pronunciation you could muster, holding your laugh behind your words. “But,” you dropped the accent, “Music?”

It simultaneously dawned upon you both that the Gala’s restricted phone policy meant your phones were back at the Met, held by your publicists for safekeeping. But you had an idea, and as you met his gaze once again, the glint of mischief in his eyes mirrored yours - after all, you were a pair of grown-up theatre kids. The two of you didn’t need a phone or a jukebox or even an accompaniment. Music was a part of your souls, from the lyrics in your heads to the rhythm of your hearts.

So you took his hand, placing your other hand on his shoulder, his resting delicately on your waist.  In your sudden close proximity you absently noted, somewhere in the back of your mind, that there was something rather intoxicatingly addictive about his cologne… You let him lead the dance as you softly hummed a tune. You didn’t truly know why Part of Your World was the first song that sprung to your mind at that moment, but Lin laughed lightly when he recognised the melody, humming along with you a few beats later as you swayed together.

An idea occurred to you. The whole thing almost felt like a scene out of one of those musicals you both were so deeply fascinated by, or one of the many fairytales and rom-coms your younger self had fallen in love with the idea of once upon a time… but nevertheless, you’d never know if you didn’t try. So you wondered, ”Can I tell you a secret?”

“Yeah?” Lin encouraged. That incandescent smile of his was all you needed to follow through with your insane improvised idea.

“Tonight… It was enchanting to meet you… All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you…”

“Can I?”

“Sure?”

“I’ve had the time of my life tonight… And I swear it’s the truth, and I owe it all to you!”

Before you knew it, you were waltzing around the empty stage without a care in the world, laughing at each other’s missteps, singing as though nobody was listening, finishing each other’s lyrics as you alternated through your mental playlists. And it was true - there was no-one to impress, no-one to pass judgements - and you took comfort in that, relishing the peace it brought. So together you sang and you danced and you twirled around the stage, carefree as you both ever would be, living your best adult-prom lives.

“Well, all I’ve ever known is how to hold my own, but now I wanna hold you… All I know is you’re someone I’ve always known, and I don’t even know you…”

“Can’t you see that the day seems clearer now that you’re here or… is it me?”

“Hey, back up! I know that one’s yours. Disqualified.”

“Okay, you got me. Take two?” Lin suggested cheekily. You pretended to think for a second before you nodded, allowing him that much lenience to the rules of this entirely made-up game and he continued, “There are many things that I’d like to say to you but I don’t know how, because maybe, you’re gonna be the one that saves me, and after all, you’re my wonderwall…”

“So you know I’m never gonna dance again, the way I danced with yoooou!”

As he whirled you around the middle of the stage, you tripped on your heels. All the practice in the world couldn’t have prepared you for this - after all, you’d been prepping for a red carpet, not a fairytale ball. Dancing was never on the agenda!

In a speedy reflex reaction, Lin caught you as you stumbled, saving you from falling on your face. He paused, looking at you with concern filling his deep brown eyes. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you reassured him, “Just, these heels! They’re gorgeous, but…” He stood by you for support, holding you steady, and you rested one hand on his shoulder as you yanked the offending gold Louboutins off, feeling immediate relief when you tossed your footwear to one side of the stage. You’d been standing tall in them and taking them off knocked you down a few inches, but honestly… When you stood on that stage, looking up into Lin’s eyes as they sparkled brighter than the stars above you both, you figured your actual height difference was kind of cute.

“Better?” he asked, gently placing both hands on your waist.

“So much better,” you affirmed, stepping up on your tiptoes, just about managing to slip your arms around his neck.

He bravely pressed a feather-light kiss to your forehead, his playful smile returning. “Wait…”

You gave him a questioning look as he drew back from you - but when you realised what he was up to, you couldn’t hold back your laughter. He kicked off his patent leather loafers to join your high heels downstage, bringing him a little closer to your level - and amusingly leaving him in a pair of red patterned socks.

“What, do wacky socks turn you off?” he teased, pulling you towards him again.

“Quite the opposite,” you smirked, swaying along with him, “I have an enviable sock collection myself, actually.”

“Hmm, really?”

“Indeed. Might show you sometime, if you don’t sweet-talk me to death.”

Effortless and effervescent, Lin continued your musical chain as you continued to dance, barefoot on the cold stage.

“Don’t you see it? ‘Cause darling, without you… All the shine of a thousand spotlights, all the stars that we steal from the night sky will never be enough, never be enough…”

“You don’t. I don’t want the world to see me, ‘cause I don’t think that they’d understand… When everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am…”

“I should tell you, I should tell you…” To that, you responded with a quizzical look. Breaking the chain for a beat, Lin whispered, “I didn’t want to tell you before, but I knew.”

“What?” you asked, 

“You thought I didn’t know you.”

“Why on earth would you?”

“I did. I saw your movie at the same festival back in November and…”

“No.” You gasped. Surely he didn’t. Surely this wasn’t some incredibly elaborately orchestrated meet-cute.

“Yeah. And for some reason, every time our paths crossed during awards season and I thought about trying to talk to you, something would always get in the way… But I’m glad tonight panned out the way it did,” Lin confessed. His gaze held yours and said a thousand words more than you ever thought you’d hear tonight.

You were reassured in the knowledge that the night’s turn of events were as unexpected to him as they had been to you; honestly, it made the whole thing infinitely more beautiful. You responded, “I had no idea… But you know what? I like this better. There was no way we could’ve met sooner if this is what destiny had in store for us.”

“Who knows where, who goes there?”

“Who knows? Here goes…”

As you finished the line, Lin caught you by surprise, dipping you low as you held onto him for support. So that was why you thought you could trust him - he wouldn’t let you fall. His eyes held your gaze, both of you challenging the other to make a move.

“Wise men say only fools rush in, but I can’t help falling in love with you…”

“Take my hand, take my whole life too, ‘cause I can’t help falling in love with you…”

So when you finally did make a move, you simultaneously leaned in towards each other, and when your lips finally met, you could swear you felt all the butterflies and fireworks and sparks, the stuff of romance novels that you never thought was possible in real life. Neither of you were in any rush, his tongue finding yours first, unhurriedly exploring each other’s mouths, his hands firm yet somehow still delicate on your waist as as your hands trailed up his arms to his shoulders to his neck to finally rest in his hair, too short to grab but well, he wouldn’t stop you if you tried…

When you finally separated, only for the practicality of needing to breathe actual air, all you registered were Lin’s warm brown eyes and his hands on you, still lingering at your waist. You became vaguely aware of a raindrop or two falling onto your exposed skin, and you both looked up to the sky in unison. Sure enough, it was starting to rain - but in the gleaming moonlight, it looked almost like drops of starlight were descending over you, no less sparkly or stunning than the events leading up to them.

Lin smiled again, helping you back to your feet onto the solid ground of the stage. The surface was dewy with the light drizzle and you shivered, your off-shoulder sleeves doing very little to shield you from the nighttime breeze. He evidently noticed, for before you could say another word, he slipped out of his coat and draped it over your shoulders, providing immediate relief.

“Thank you,” you whispered, again almost in disbelief at his chivalry. And, feeling a little braver already, you took a step towards him again to place the gentlest little kiss on his cheek before you whirled around to retrieve your shoes.

You threw him a cursory glance over your shoulder as you made your way downstage, trying your level best not to get distracted by the heart-melting smile that graced his lips as he watched you, both practically blushing. You went to pick up your discarded high heels, but suddenly, the ground was swept from beneath your feet. 

“Lin!” you shrieked in surprise as he swiftly lifted you, one arm around your waist and the other supporting your legs. Your arm instinctively went around his neck, resting on his shoulder, as your other hand hung on to the backs of your Louboutins, letting them dangle off your fingers. You willed yourself not to get lost in his eyes as you continued teasingly, “What do you think you’re doing, Mr Miranda?”

“Well, what kind of gentleman would I be if I let you stumble home in the rain?” he retorted, matching your playful tone, “So tell me… Where the fuck are we going?”

“Very chivalrous indeed,” you joked, “I don’t know, your place or mine?” You bit your bottom lip, hopefully seductively so - until you both burst into laughter. “God, I cannot believe I just said that out loud.”

“Neither can I, actually. I’d never have asked… Not in an I-don’t-want-you way, but in a, like, respectful way - if you know what I mean - hmm-”

You silenced his questionably cute rambling with a gentle kiss. There was something dangerously addictive about kissing him; it was as though once you’d been down that road, you kept wanting to go back for more. Of course, he wasn’t opposed to it, responding with just as much fervour until the drizzle developed into a full-on downpour, forcing you apart again. You were soaked to the skin within seconds, but as you looked up at him again, all the both of you could do was continue to laugh.

“Well, there go our outfits,” you remarked with a giggle.

“It’s almost like destiny, isn’t it?” Lin laughed, carefully stepping into his own shoes whilst still holding you, “Yeah, Paul will probably hate me after this.”

“The House of Gucci will have my head on a stick!” you exaggerated in a mock accent. “Well, it’s Moschino but you get the idea.”

“Worth it, though.”

“Totally.”

—————

Somewhere along the way, you had jointly made up your minds to head back to The Mark, where you both had suites for the night, rather than attempting to make the journey back to his apartment uptown. Lin refused to let you walk any of the way after seeing the pain those heels had wrought upon your feet, so despite your protests you were still helplessly up in his arms with his coat hanging on your shoulders as he strolled in on the red carpet they still had laid out at the door of the hotel.

To your surprise, there was no-one else around save for the hotel staff, who shot looks of intrigue at the two of you as you entered the hotel lobby, all lavish velvet and opulence. You guessed most of the other Gala attendees had either already turned in or were still out at the various afterparties (which, honestly, you’d completely forgotten about despite the multiple invitations you were meant to oblige earlier that night and the second dress that hung forgotten in your suite) - but you figured that was a good thing, being able to avoid any questions or judgements.

“I can walk!” you insisted for the umpteenth time, but Lin was having none of it. He shook his head and walked you both to the elevator lobby, where an elderly doorman kindly pushed the call button for you. An elevator thankfully arrived within a few seconds and Lin stepped in, finally setting you down on the ground, the marble floor cool against your bare feet.

“Only because…” he whispered. For a moment, you looked shyly up at him, but by now you knew exactly where he was going with this as he delicately cupped your cheek, drawing you closer to steal another kiss, just deep enough to keep you wanting more. “Why are we still in this elevator?” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke.

“Because…” you sighed, placing both hands on his chest and gently pushing him back. He looked mildly dejected until he realised you needed him out of the way to reach for the elevator buttons.

Lin wordlessly took another step towards you, catching his bottom lip between his teeth as he slipped one hand into the inner pocket of your - well, actually his - coat. Casual as ever, he retrieved a card, holding it between his fingers in front of you as though he were showing off some sort of magic trick. You narrowed your eyes at his failed attempt to act cool.

“Shit,” he laughed when he looked at the business card he was holding, “That is not my key.”

“That’s why I’m here,” you said with a smirk, retrieving your own keycard from a pocket concealed somewhere between the many layers and pleats of your dress. He looked fascinated. “Welcome to the twenty-first century, love!” You reached behind him to finally hit the button for your floor, and up you went.

—————

Trying not to destroy your priceless outfits any more than you already had, you slipped his tailcoat off of your shoulders as soon as you entered your suite. As you placed it on an empty hanger on your clothing rail to dry, you felt Lin wander over to stop behind you and you shivered - but this time it wasn’t from the cold. He hadn’t touched you yet, but you could feel warmth radiating off him in waves as you turned to face him.

You looked up at him, both equally thrilled and terrified as you brazenly made the first move. You tugged lightly on the loose end of his necktie, unravelling the knot and tossing it somewhere across the room. He reached for you, his eyes fixed upon yours, shining with anticipation; you instinctively leant into his touch, trying not to melt as he tucked a wet lock of hair behind your ear, reaching for the pin that held your elaborate updo in place. He slipped the hairpin out of your hair and dropped it to the ground. You shook your head to let the strands loose, his fingers tangled in your hair as your hands went for the buttons on his high-collared shirt next, having noticed he had already abandoned his waistcoat. He hastily shrugged the shirt off and drew you closer, one hand searching the back of your dress for the fastenings holding it up. You turned away again, knowing exactly where the zipper was; he found it easily and slowly dragged it down, his fingertips teasingly brushed your bare back, each brief moment of contact setting off a flame you couldn’t ignore. You slipped your arms out of the sleeves, letting the dress slip easily down to the carpeted floor. To hell with your elaborate costumes, you thought as you coquettishly stared at him; he was perfect with or without the royal getup.

“Fuck,” Lin gasped, seemingly stealing the words right from you, “You’re breathtaking.”

“Won’t you return the favour? Take my breath away…” you breathed, stepping up onto your toes, barely hesitating to kiss him again.

You felt him smile against your lips as his arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you again, blindly finding your way to the waiting bed somewhere behind you. From there on, it was all a rather beautiful haze as the remainders of both your clothing were tossed to the floor, and you let yourself get completely swept up in him as you landed on the bed together with a gentle thud. You were still intoxicated, both high off each other as his lips captured yours for the nth time that night, his body on top of yours, every touch a searing spark.

You laced your fingers with his, entirely intertwined as you took your time exploring each other, him trailing butterfly kisses over every exposed inch of your skin, and you to his. An overload to your senses, all you could register was his lips on your neck, your hands on his chest, him hot and hard for you, you wet and ready for him… His eyes were dark with desire as they held your gaze, still somehow seeking assent before he finally entered you, stretching you to your limits. He stilled when you gasped, giving you a moment to adjust before you assured him, begged him to go on, gentle endearments whispered like a symphony only the two of you could hear.

Your eyes met for a brief second before they fluttered shut in pure ecstasy as he pushed you to the edge over again and there you went - there you both went together, melting into each other in a daze of sighs and screams and whispers and whimpers, with so much said in so little words, though knowing that would not be the end; there was no way this could be the end…

There was a certain comfort, a refreshing familiarity about the way he touched you, not like this was your first night together, but the first of many. This wasn’t a battle, it was almost another dance in its own right, setting your hearts alight and your bodies aflame.

Still tangled up in each other, a mess of lovestruck smiles and crumpled white sheets as you both caught your breaths again, you looked over at him, you could tell he reciprocated everything you were feeling by the way he looked back at you. Those gorgeous brown eyes still shone with affection, that sweet smile still played on his lips, with just the lightest hint of a blush visible on his cheeks. He reached one hand up to brush a stray strand of your still-damp hair away from your face, letting his hand rest tenderly on your flushed cheek for a moment; you placed your own hand over his, a silent request to please stay.

You didn’t need to ask twice - or even once.

And again, it was as though you were in perfect sync; you leaned in and met his lips for one last kiss that night, every bit as passionate as the first. The day’s chaos and exhaustion had begun to catch up with you both, but for all the mutual warmth and comfort you felt, falling asleep in each other’s arms seemed like a definite way to relieve it. A momentary hint of fear flickered through your mind as you wondered how it was even possible to feel so safe, so loved in the arms of someone you barely knew, and for someone who knew you just as little to reciprocate with such adoration - but there you both were.

And oh, you were certain you’d have each other again any damn time you could - but now you rested in the knowledge that you’d always have more time in the morning…

—————

Morning rolled around far too soon. When you awoke in your gorgeous suite, praying the night was not just a dream… you were abruptly snapped out of your daze by the irritating sound of a phone buzzing. 

Your sleepy mind registered that you’d left your personal phone in the drawer of the nightstand before you left for the Gala. When you carefully retrieved the device, it simply would not stop ringing with notifications from every friend and family member you kept in contact with.

Why?

You wondered, but it didn’t take much searching to find out. Splashed across the tabloids, the blogs, and all over social media, amongst the endless stream of best- and worst-dressed lists, was an image of the two of you. So thank goodness, it wasn’t just a dream… He wasn’t just a dream. You had no idea how or who could’ve snapped this photo without your knowledge, but you realised complaining would be an injustice. The mystery photographer had captured you and Lin mid-midnight dance, at the very second he’d dipped you low and you’d seized the moment to steal a kiss, the falling raindrops sparkling like diamonds around you.

It looked like the end of a Disney movie, him the smitten prince, you the besotted princess, falling into happily ever after in each other’s arms.

But when Lin stirred beside you and held you close, still adorably sleepy, you tossed your phone onto the bed and turned to face him instead, bathed in the early morning sunshine’s soft glow. 

The dream could go on a little longer and for now, the rest of the world could wait - because what you both knew in that moment, was that this was only the beginning of a new fairytale…

[lilhawkeye3]

lol Lin Manuel Miranda as Hermes? what Dionysus drinks were the casting crew having

[goaways-stuff]

Nights In

Lin-Manuel Miranda x transmale! reader

Word Count: 2,340

Warnings: smut, oral, post-op reader, trans genitalia, mentions of AFAB body parts, unprotected sex

A/N: This trans reader has had top surgery and has been on hormones, but has not had bottom surgery, so there is mention of female genitalia in this story. I did my best to avoid using female vocab though. Also, no disrespect to Mr. Miranda, his sexuality, or his family, this is purely a work of fiction. I would also like to say that I do and will write for pre-op and pre-HRT trans readers. I also apologize for any mistakes.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

The night was young. The sky had a light blue cast over as stars were trying to shine through. Lin had his first day off in god knows how long and decided on a movie night with you. A great way for him to decompress while still spending time with you.

Smells of popcorn filled the house; a soft glow from the TV lit up Lin's face as he clicked through Netflix, undecided on what to watch. You brought in your favorite blanket as well as drinks to go with the popcorn.

You took your spot next to Lin on the couch, cuddling close to him. He looked down at you with a raised eyebrow and a soft smile.

"I see I was missed," he chuckles. A light blush swept over your face as your stomach swirled.

"Yes, very much so," you replied, hiding your face in his shoulder, playing coy. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you closer, kissing your head. Truth is, he missed you just as much, if not more. How he wished you could've been there with him, but he knew you had your own work to do and your own places to be. Maybe next time, you could come with him so he wouldn't get so lonely.

"What movie were you thinking about?" You asked, dragging him out of his thoughts.

"Honestly, I don't know. Too many to choose from," He sighed.

"Let me choose then," You said, trying to take the remote. He held it away from you, extending his arm out from the couch.

"Liinn," you whined. You climbed over him, straddling his lap. You lovingly looked at him in his eyes, leaning in slowly. You gave him a soft kiss before deepening it. He let himself relax into the kiss, and his arms came to hold you. You took his distraction as your moment and took the remote, promptly taking your seat back next to him.

"That was totally unfair," He grumbled. You just smiled and put on a murder documentary. "No- Y/N, absolutely not. We're not watching another one of your murder documentaries!"

"Why not?"

"What if you get ideas?"

"Lin, baby, I could never kill you. You're way too cute. I mean, just look at this face," You said, pinching his cheek and baby talking to him. He pushed your hand off and made a fake angry face. You laughed and hugged him, patting his head. He leaned into your touch, relishing in it as he had longed for it when he was away.

You pulled the blanket close, snuggling close to him. His arm went back around you, and your head lay on his chest.

You had missed him so much, it was almost overwhelming. You craned your neck to kiss his cheek, then moved down and gave soft kisses to his neck. His hand squeezed tighter around you. You smirked into his neck, continuing the kisses. You straddled his lap, going from kisses to soft nips.

"Y/N, my love, don't start something you can't finish," He said, a little breathless. You took this as your cue to start slightly grinding your hips. His hands went around your waist as you were now looking into his eyes. You leaned in closer to him, glancing down at his perfect lips before he closed the distance between the both of you.

His hands guided your hips; he could feel his dick waking up. Your lips on his were perfect. He wanted more and his head was starting to get that fuzzy feeling as the blood in his body started to go elsewhere. He became suddenly more aware when the TV started talking about more horribly gruesome things about murder.

"Baby, I love you, but I'm not going to fuck you while a murder documentary is playing," Lin said, pulling away.

You laughed and scrambled for the remote, changing it from the show to playing sensual music.

"Much better," Lin muttered. He took you in his arms and flipped you over so he would now be on top. His mouth went to your neck, giving small nips, leaving his mark. He moved down, tugging at your shirt, asking for permission. You took it off for him. He took a sharp breath in, taking in you and all of your glory. Your instinct was to cover up even though Lin had seen your body many, many times. You knew that he didn't care about the scars from the top surgery or the chub at your stomach, but you cared. You couldn’t help but feel insecure. Lin knew this, so he held your hands in his, praising you.

"So handsome, mi amor, love you so much," He said in between kisses. His hands moved to your thighs, rubbing sensually. He looked up, asking for permission once again. You nodded. All you wanted him to do right now was to rip the clothes off the both of you and fuck you into next Sunday. But he was going to take his time. The pants came off, leaving you in your underwear. You felt exposed. You tugged on his shirt, wanting to even out the playing field. He reached behind him, pulling it up and off of his body.

You pulled him back up to you. Your hands went to his shoulders, feeling his body. He was stronger than he looked. You could feel the muscle under your fingertips. The rest of him was perfect as well. His chest and stomach were perfectly soft, the best for cuddling. You loved him so much, every part of him.

He made his way back down, kissing your body on his way, leaving red marks that would later turn a deep purple. His hands went to your underwear, pulling them down slowly. Much too slow for your pace, so you kicked them the rest of the way off.

Lin was amused by your impatience. He spread your thighs, placing soft kisses on the inside, making his way up. Your stomach was overwhelmed with butterflies. Anticipation was getting the best of you.

"Lin, please," You whined, pushing your hips up to him.

"Patience, cariño," He said. "I'll make you feel so good, but let me take in what I've been missing first."

You fought the urge to whine because that was really sweet. Lin was a sweetheart. He took pleasure in pleasuring you. He continued kissing your thighs, massaging them, whispering praises to you and your body. Now, you couldn’t help but feel sexy. You felt wanted and loved.

His face was inching closer to where you needed him. Fuck, please, Lin-Manuel, you thought, hoping he was finally going to pleasure you in the way you needed.

A noise that you would not later admit to, escaped you as he finally put his mouth where you needed it most. Your hands flew to his hair, tugging the strands and pulling him closer. Your back arched as he sucked and licked in ways that made your vision blur.

"Oh, Fuck, Lin- please. More please," You had been reduced to a whining, begging mess all by his mouth. He alternated swiping his tongue over your t-dick and sucking it. At your plea for more, he added a finger, curling it up, hitting the special spot inside you. You were a blubbering mess, begging him for more, to not stop, praising him for how good he made you feel. He added a second finger, adding to the sensations. You could feel yourself getting closer. Your muscles were going stiff as your thighs wrapped around Lin's head. His hand went to your stomach, pressing down softly. Your eyes were screwed shut as feelings of euphoria started taking over. You reward his actions with moans of his name, a sound he could never get tired of. You fought hard to hold back, not wanting it to be over just yet. Lin could tell.

"Don't hold back, baby. Let go for me." Lin was breathless. You forced your eyes open to see him with a blissed-out look on his face and grinding his hips into the couch. The sight alone was enough to send you over the edge. But the sensations of him talking into you combined with the slight burn from his stubble only added to it. The rubber band was snapping, and there was no turning back.

Bliss overtook you. Your back arched at an impossible angle, your legs shook as the waves crashed through your body, and your hole closed tight around his fingers. Your eyes screwed back shut, completely unable to open them now. You tugged tight on his hair with one hair, the other going to his shoulders and gripping, leaving crescent-shaped marks in their wake. You felt a wetness leave your body, but you were too overwhelmed with pleasure to be embarrassed.

"Fuck yeah, baby, that's it. Let go for me, give me all you've got."

God his voice was sexy. Cries of his name left your lips as he drug out every last bit of your orgasm. The waves were subsiding as your body trembled. Lin slowed down, taking his fingers out and cleaning them off with his tongue before doing the same down there.

"Taste so damn good, mi amor. Can't get enough of you."

Lin was painfully hard and still in his pants, made apparent to you when he removed them before climbing on top of you. He let his head fall to kiss your neck gently while you caught your breath.

"Love you so much, baby. Missed you so much. I never wanna be away from you this long again," He praised

He lifted your legs around his waist, catching your eye and asking for permission. You nodded, looking up at him with doe eyes. He held himself up with one arm, the other, he moved to your hand, holding it as he entered you.

The stretch was delicious. He leaned down, kissing you deeply, this time with no distraction. Your other arm went to his shoulder, holding on tight as he started moving. He quickly found his rhythm, moving his hips hard and fast. You all but screamed at his pace, the pleasure was overwhelming. Your hand squeezed his tight and pulled him closer with your legs.

His cock hit all the right spots. His shaft rubbing against your special spot and the tip hitting the deepest spot inside you. Lin removed his hand from yours, snaking it down in between the two of you, expertly playing with your t-dick. Your now free hand flew to his shoulder, your arms and legs now wrapped around him. He hit his thrusts harder, causing you to arch your back and drag your nails down his back. The pain fueled him. Goddamn, this man had great stamina for a 42-year-old.

Your hole clenched around him as you felt yourself growing close again. "Lin, please, I'm close," You moaned.

"Hold it for me, baby," He said, voice strained. Fuck you would do anything he asked. He sounded so hot. Groans and grunts escaped him, and his own pleasure was apparent on his face. You clenched around him particularly hard and a little moan escaped him. The sounds he made threw you off the edge.

You couldn’t help it. His cock was hitting all the right places, the noises he made were so unbelievably sexy, his fingers, playing you like an instrument had all snapped the rubber band. Your legs shook as you squirted on his cock. You were going to have to deep-clean this couch later.

He couldn't even be mad. Seeing you orgasm like that was so incredibly hot. The rubber band was winding up in him now. His stomach was taut. He fucked into you impossibly harder, he was losing control. "Fuck, baby. So fuckin hot. Love it when you cum all over my cock. Fuck- so tight."

You couldn’t tell if your last orgasm had never stopped, or if this was a new one coming, but the rubber band had been replaced and wound up in you again. "Fuck, Y/N, I'm close. You got one more in you?" You nodded quickly, unable to speak as pleasure was overtaking you fast. You were overstimulated in the best way possible as aftershocks from the last orgasm started combining with this one. Lin's thrusts became more sloppy as his cock begged for release. "Yes, that's it baby, let go for me, fuck you feel so good."

Lin couldn’t hold back anymore. You were begging him to cum inside you, and boy did he fulfill your wish. His balls tightened as his cock pumped his cum deep inside you. His tip felt almost overwhelmingly sensitive as the sensation spread through the rest of his cock. Aftershocks of your orgasm only added to the sensation. He could no longer keep his eyes open. He moved slowly now, milking every last drop of both of your orgasms before coming to a stop.

You both hissed as Lin moved out, his cock going soft once more. He stayed on top of you for awhile, catching his breath and relishing in the high. He peppered light kisses to your face, starting his aftercare routine.

Once he was able, he stood up and picked you up, carrying you to the bathroom. You used the toilet as he started a warm bath for the two of you. He put the bubble bath solution in and climbed in himself. You followed shortly after, sitting in between his legs. Lin wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. You leaned back into him, letting your head rest on his shoulder.

"You did so good for me, baby. I love you so much," He said softly.

"I love you too, Lin-Manuel," You turned your head to kiss him, smiling into it.

The night had grown old now. The sky was pitch black and the stars shone brightly through the sky. While the movie night had been long forgotten, this was much better.