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NSFW Alphabet - Lin Manuel Miranda

summary: an NSFW alphabet for Lin Manuel Miranda. template credits go to the-coldest-goodbye. I wholeheartedly believe there is NOT enough NSFW alphabets on tumblr nor is there enough LMM smut, so here ya go.

warnings: it’s nsfw. it’s in the title.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After sex, Lin will hold you in his arms. Sometimes he’ll pepper your hair and forehead with kisses, sometimes you both will just lay there quietly and listen to each other’s breathing, sometimes (especially if it’s nighttime) Lin will sing softly to you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

I don’t know how to put this, but he loves your hips and your pussy. Like he worships your pussy. His hands will always be on your hips, he’ll love kissing your hip bones, and he loves eating you out like it’s his fucking favorite meal.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Okay, please wrap it before you tap it, but sorry not sorry, this man LOVES to cum deep inside you. Breeding kink? Perhaps.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The only reason why he wants to grow his hair back out to the Alexander style is so you can pull on it and grab it when he’s fucking you really deeply, because he LOVED that.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Yes, this man definitely knows what he is doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, so he can reaalllyyy roll his hips into you and go deep, watch you fall apart on his cock, and whisper ~sweet nothings~ in your ear.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sometimes, yes, especially at the beginning or sometimes during morning sex, but mainly he loves getting intimate and really passionate with you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Usually he is pretty well-kept down there but sometimes he lets it go.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very intimate, he fucking worships your body. The sex is very passionate.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he’s away for work, you guys will have phone sex. You’d talk him through jacking himself off to you and he’d be fucking whining, he’d be so needy for you. He will also occasionally send you videos of him jacking off while he’s away, talking about how much he misses you and needs you and wants to feel you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Slight breeding kink, not gonna lie! He just loves the idea of putting his seed inside of you. He also loves to dirty talk to you, ESPECIALLY in Spanish.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He likes doing it in the bedroom so he can really fuck you good. He just lays you out on the bed and you guys go to town.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Just you. This man is OBSESSED with you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I feel like he wouldn’t be into the extremes of dominating you, like slapping you and such. He doesn’t necessarily like hurting you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He LOVES eating you out, wrapping his arms around your legs and holding your hips down, glancing up at you through his eyelashes as you’re going absolutely crazy. Lin is a giver. But when you give him head, he turns into putty. His legs go weak and he can’t stop moaning.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

More often than not, slow and sensual. But if he’s had a rough day, or if you two just wanna fuck like rabbits, he’ll put you on your hands and knees and just slam into you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sometimes, but you both like taking your time to get the ~full~ pleasure much more. The quickies will more likely consist of you giving him head in the kitchen, in his dressing room, just to name a few places. ;)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes! A few times, you’ve taken control and you both absolutely love it. I’m sorry but it’s just such a sexy sight to see Lin begging for your touch.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Because you guys take your time and it’s very raw and deep and sensual, one round will be enough, but if you wanna go again, he’d be game.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I can’t really see Lin being into toys that much. He loves using his hands instead. ;)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn’t really like to tease you (he’s more into letting you know how much he fucking loves you and wants you) but you LOVE to tease him. Sometimes you’d straddle him, jacking him off, and he’d just be whining and bucking his hips up into your hands.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He loves talking to you, although it’s usually whispering. But this man definitely moans, and it is the sexiest sound EVER.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay, I frequently think about how this man would hella dirty talk in Spanish. He’d sometimes say strings of Spanish, cussing or saying how good you feel, but he liked speaking in Spanglish (a mix of Spanish and English), saving the Spanish for nicknames.

Including, but not limited, to...

cariño - sweetheart

mi teroso - my treasure

mamí - this one is self explanatory! :)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I mean. The man is Puerto Rican.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive isn’t necessarily high, it’s just that you guys are absolutely infatuated with each other and want to feel each other as closely as possible, as much as possible.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

He usually stays awake until you fall asleep first, but sometimes the sex will just knock him out, especially if you’ve been teasing and overstimulating him.

#nsfw #nsfwalphabet #linmanuelmiranda #lmm #hamilton #lin manuel miranda x reader #lin manuel miranda #lin manuel miranda smut

wow this account... died. but then i came back and i’m looking at it like... why did my smut actually snap??

so i guess i’m back. y’all better believe i still love queen and da boiz BUT...

i’ll be writing ~more~

here’s a list

- queen

- the borhap cast

- hamilton and lin manuel miranda

- and jack ^^ (from mary poppins returns)

- asa butterfield and sex education!!

- law and order svu

yayyyy. pls give my work some love as i will be especially writing more bc of this quarantine.

bury a friend - Roger Taylor

summary: SMUT! when you have sex with roger taylor for the first time, things are not how you expected. he shows you a completely different world. inspired by lyrics from bury a friend by billie eilish. apart of a series.

warning: smut, daddy kink (except it’s not daddy, it’s sir), dirty-talking, rough sex, choking, cussing, unprotected sex (pls use protection folks) the whole nine frickin yards.

note: italicized phrase are the billie lyrics that inspired this story.

Roger Taylor was unlike any boyfriend you’ve ever had. Actually, he was unlike any man you had ever met, and in the best way possible. And this event just furthered proved that point.

You hadn’t had sex with him yet, for both of your sakes. You both decided to take things slow, as this was a relationship you wanted to take seriously. Of course, there were times where you two got extremely close. But you had both waited until the right time. And it had finally come; it was now.

You straddled Roger on the couch in your shared apartment, arms wrapped around his shoulders and lips pressed against his. Your kisses were hot, quick, and desperate as your tongues fought for dominance. Roger’s hands rested on your hips, pulling them forward and down to grind on his clothed thigh.

“Bed-” Roger started, but was quickly interrupted by his own moan when you shifted over to grind down on his hard bulge.

“Bedroom,” you finished for him.

Roger nodded, looking at you with hungry eyes.

You grabbed his hand and practically ran to your bedroom. As you entered through the door, Roger spun you around against the door, closing it with the force. He starting kissing you again, but you put your hands on his chest and walked him back to lay against the bed.

You spread his legs slightly, standing between them, and rubbing his inner thighs.

“Take your clothes off,” you whispered.

Roger sat up and stared at you with a look you’ve never seen before. It was a mix of anger, desire, and just pure darkness.

He slowly stood up and stepped around you to your side. You suddenly felt his hand snake around your throat and lightly squeeze.

“No,” Roger said in an eerily quiet, calm voice. “You...”

He moved to whisper in your ear.

“...take your...”

He placed his other hand on your lower back.

“...Clothes off.”

In one swift movement, he forced you stomach down on the bed and stepped behind you. His hands moved to grab your wrists and hold them against your back. You gasped, feeling his hard member push against you from behind.

“Rog-”

“No, darling,” he cooed. “Not Roger anymore. You call me ‘sir’.”

“Yes,” you breathed. “S-sir.”

“Better,” he said. He folded his body over yours, moving his lips to your ear once again. “You’re not used to submitting, are you, baby?”

“What do you know?” you replied, almost angrily, wiggling to get out of his grip.

However, it was true. All of your past lovers had been underwhelming and even lazy. You had learned to take charge and dominate, and you had liked it okay. But inside, you so desperately longed to submit to someone.

“I just know, baby,” Roger whispered. He lifted himself back up and began grinding against your pussy from behind. “You haven’t had someone like me. But, God, are you gonna love it.”

You let out a moan, the rough fabric of his jeans feeling so good against the thin fabric of your shorts and panties. You loved the way he dirty-talked you; it left you soaked.

“Come on, love,” Roger beckoned as he walked to a wall, leaning back against it. “Suck me off good like I know you can.”

You followed, legs already quivering from arousal, and dropped to your knees. You ran your hands up his thighs, to his belt and his zipper. You quickly undid both, and pulled his pants down. His cock was incredibly hard, looking painfully constricted by his tight boxers. You gently placed a kiss on his bulge through his boxers, then finally eased them down and off. His cock sprung out, slapping against his stomach.

“Ah, fuck,” you breathed, taking his member into your hand and pumping it, admiring it with wide eyes. “So big.”

You spit on his shaft, then took his cock into your mouth, spreading the wetness.

“Mmm,” Roger growled, watching you with an unwavering stare.

You bobbed your head up and down his cock, letting his head hit the back of your throat, each time earning a moan from Roger. You began to massage his balls simultaneously, which absolutely drove him wild.

“A-alright, baby,” he gasped.

You released his cock from your mouth with a pop and glanced up at him from underneath your eyelids. His cheeks were flushed and he was breathless.

“Get up,” he ordered, regaining his composure. “On the bed.”

You complied, laying yourself down on the bed for Roger. He followed you, straddling you.

“Won’t be needing this,” he said, lifting your shirt over your head and tossing it to the side.

“Or this,” he added, slinking his hands beneath your back to expertly undo the clasp on your bra.

“Nice and hard,” he whispered under his breath, admiring your now exposed breasts. He thumbed your nipples in circles and you sucked a breath in, curling your toes.

“A-ah, sir!,” you gasped, as he nipped at your left nipple. Roger simply chuckled and moved down your body to your shorts, which he yanked down and off along with your panties.

“My angel, fully naked, exposed, and all for me,” Roger cooed, admiring your body. He pushed himself down the bed so he was eye-level with your pussy.

He placed one kiss on each inside thigh, and then left his lips hovering over your core. You felt his breath on your core and moaned desperately. Roger suddenly licked one quick strip up your folds.

“Ah!” you whimpered, hips bucking. Roger reached one arm up and held you back down.

He began to lap at your pussy, licking through your folds until he found your clit. He began sucking relentlessly on the little bundle of nerves, sending you thrashing underneath him and clutching the bedsheets until your knuckles turned white.

“Sir, oh, God!” you moaned, legs wrapped around Roger.

He looked up, his baby blue eyes meeting yours, and you swear, you would’ve came right then and there, but he suddenly pulled his mouth from your pussy. He wiped his mouth on his hand and gave you an impish grin.

“Fuck,” you whined.

Roger allowed you to catch your breath for only a few seconds, sliding his shirt, the only article of clothing left between the two of you, off of his body.

“Hands and knees, angel,” he ordered, loosely pumping his cock in his hand.

You did so, and without warning, Roger pushed into you.

You screamed as you struggled to adjust to his length. His thrusts were fast and unforgiving.

“It’s g-gonna be rough, love,” Roger said through gritted teeth. “F-fuck, you’re so tight ‘round me.”

“Sir, sir, yes, God, yes,” you groaned. After a moment, the pain had begun to subside, and the pleasure of his sizable cock hitting your spot with every thrust had hit you.

Roger reached up and grabbed your hair, yanking your head back as he continue to slam into you.

“Shit,” you gasped. “I’m gonna come, sir... A-all over your cock.”

“Alright, love, lay down now,” Roger instructed breathlessly. “Wanna see your face when you fall apart on me.”

Roger settled himself on top of you and slid his cock back into your pussy. It felt so good to be filled up by him, you never wanted it to stop, but you knew it would; you were so fucking close.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried in rhythm to his thrusts.

“Okay, baby, say my name now,” he encouraged.

“Roger!” you screamed, glad to be able to use his name, his beautiful, sexy name. “Fuck, Roger, fuck! I’m gonna c-come.. Fuck!”

And you did. You fell apart on his cock, and he came soon after, releasing his warm seed into you. He laid on you for a few moments, then gently pulled his cock out of you, flopping down beside you. You felt his semen slowly drip out of your pussy.

“God, I-I liked that,” you said with a light laugh, turning your head to look at your boyfriend.

“Like what?” Roger teased.

“You, fucking me, dominating me,” you admitted in a whisper.

“Good,” he replied, kissing you on your forehead.

bad guy - Roger Taylor

summary - roger’s part to the inspired by ‘when we all fall asleep, where do we go?’ series, based off of the song ‘bad guy’. light/implied smut.

warnings - light/implied smut, cussing, drinking, slight mention of drug use

note - the italicized phrase is the billie lyric from the song. thank you for all the love on my last two posts! :) xoxo

You sat on the couch, loosely holding the thin neck of your champagne glass between your fingers. Music turned a few notches too loud pumped throughout the room, the beat shaking your bones. Around you, party-goers, either drunk or stoned, or both, laughed, chatted, danced, and grinded up against each other.

For a few months now, you were among the many girls labelled as ‘groupies’ of the band Queen. Although you weren’t sure you qualified as a ‘groupie’ anymore, seeing that you weren’t simply pawning after the band; you actually knew all the members quite well ,and when they weren’t on stage or in interviews, you spent your time with them, in the trailer or, like now, at parties.

The first night you saw Queen, there was quick, but unmistakably hot, drunken sex with Roger after the show. You’d let yourself fall for him at first, but you quickly realized that he wanted every girl he saw, and acted like he couldn’t help it.

You refused to give in to Roger again, and instead focused on driving the man wild. It was obvious he wanted you. His fellow band members noticed it, and the other girls obsessed with him noticed it, which didn’t make them very pleased. Make no mistake, there were definitely many opportunities for you to hook up and have fucking hot sex. However, you simply kept to teasing him, glancing at him with doe eyes, biting your lower lip, wearing the tight little skirts and dresses that made him crazy.

“Excuse me, I’m going to the restroom,” you said to no one in particular, standing up from your spot next to Deaky, who had a girl sitting in his lap.

You maneuvered your way around tables of alcohol and circles of sweaty people and ambled down a dark hallway to the bathroom. Just as you started to push the door closed, hands stopped it from the other side.

“Hey,” a familiar voice murmured. It was Roger.

He slinked through the doorframe and met your eyes, taking his lip in between his teeth.

“What do you want, Roger?” you huffed, turning around to the mirror to fuss with your hair.

“You look good tonight,” he said, ignoring your question. He walked closer behind you and placed his hands gingerly on your hips, massaging his thumbs in circles on your skin.

You wanted to put on an angry front, but you couldn’t. You were frozen in place, the familiar heat of arousal beginning to pool in your stomach.

“Rog,” you moaned breathily, but you quickly regained your composure, pulling away and turning around. “What about that girl that you brought here tonight? What’s her name..? Amy?”

Roger chuckled.

“She’s okay. Said she’s scared of you, threatened by you. She’s seen the way you’ve been looking at me tonight, teasing me.”

“Yeah?” you questioned, cheeks flushing.

“Yeah,” Roger whispered, taking a step forward completely closing the space between you two. “So were you ever planning on taking action with all that sexy teasing you give me, or...”

His voice trailed off. Your glance shifted from your stilettos to Roger’s eyes. They were so beautiful, baby blue, and the way he had them fixed on you right now, like he wanted to devour you right there on the spot...

Before you knew what you were doing, your hands flew up to his head and you pulled him down to your lips, hard. Roger moaned into the kiss, pushing you back against the counter. You felt his bulge pressed against you, hardening. As Roger began to work on your neck with small nips and open-mouthed kisses, your fingers fell to his shirt, sloppily unbuttoning it.

“You said she’s scared of me?” you laughed breathily. “I mean, I don’t see what she sees, but maybe that’s ‘cause I’m wearing your cologne.”

bad guy - John Deacon

summary - john’s part to the inspired by ‘when we all fall asleep, where do we go?’ series, obviously based off of the song ‘bad guy’. smutty.

warning - smut, cussing

note - the italicized phrase is the billie lyric from the song

You sat in the back of a speeding taxi with your boyfriend John. It was just another normal night for the two of you; the band was having a party, and right around 10 o’clock, the two of you checked out for the night, kissing and hugging all of your friends goodbye. This was a common occurrence, practically routine, and something Freddie teased you both about incessantly.

“Leaving at 10 o’clock, can you imagine?” Freddie would laugh. “Darlings, when will you two ever have fun?”

You had to cut Freddie some slack; you and John did look like a fairly innocent couple, because around the band, John was a mild, quiet guy. Little did they know, you weren’t simply heading home just to make some tea and go to bed. On nights like these, you and John had other plans.

The taxi pulled up in front of your apartment. John quickly paid the fare and hurried into the building after you. Silently, you pressed the elevator button, then stepped in.

As soon as the doors closed, you turned to John. His hand flew immediately to the curves of your hips.

“I’ve been thinking about you all night, John,” you murmured.

“I know, baby, me too,” John replied, rubbing his thumbs against your skin, sending a shiver down your spin.

“I-I just know how hard you get for me...”

Your voice trailed off as your hands drifted from John’s chest down to his crotch. You took your lower lip between your teeth and glanced up at John from hooded eyelids.

The elevator doors opened at your floor, and without a word, you grabbed John’s hand and pulled him to your apartment door. You jammed the key in the lock and flung open the door.

“Bedroom,” you stated.

John made his way to your shared room, kicking off his shoes and jacket along the way. You hung back, hanging your coat and purse neatly on the door, and carefully pulling off your high heels. When John was in the mood, he was like putty in your hands and you knew it.

“Y/N,” John whined from the other room.

“Coming!” you called in a sing-song voice.

You entered the bedroom to find John standing by your bed in nothing but his boxers.

“Mmm, baby,” you groaned, licking your lips and raking your eyes over your gorgeous boyfriend. “Get on the bed.”

John complied, pushing himself back onto the bed as you reached back and yanked your dress zipper down. The red fabric pooled around your feet and you looked up to see John’s eyes hungrily devouring the sight of you. You approached the bed and straddled him.

“Christ, you’re hard as fuck,” you exclaimed as you settled down on his lap.

“All for you, angel,” John whispered.

You pressed your lips to his and he kissed you back, hard. You began dragging your hips forward and backward, rubbing your clothed pussy against his clothed cock.

John groaned into the kiss.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling away to throw his head back. “Please.”

“Please, what?” you teased.

John didn’t reply. He sat there in silence, his eyes screwed shut. But suddenly, in one swift movement, he grabbed your hips, flipping you so that he was on top of you.

Initially, you were shocked. John usually never asserted his dominance.

“So you’re a tough guy now, huh?” you whispered in his ear as he pressed his lips to your neck.

In reply, he lightly nipped your skin.

“Ah,” you moaned, your hips bucking. You felt his hard member brush against your stomach.

John moved from your neck and continued to kiss down your body.

“I- Oh, God, I like you like this,” you gasped as he yanked down your underwear.

John finally looked up at you. His eyes were dark, hungry.

“Good.”

bad guy - Brian May

summary - brian may x reader SMUT inspired by the song bad guy by billie eilish. dom!brian and fem!reader. daddy kink at the start. y’all this is kinda filthy.

warnings - smut!! strong dominance & some language.

note - italicized phrases are the lyrics from the song

You stood in front of the full-body mirror, inspecting yourself. Your knees; they were painted in shades of red, blue, and purple bruises, and were extremely noticeable.

Your boyfriend Brian walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself as close as possible to your body. He kissed your neck and you sighed into him.

“So beautiful, baby,” he said, admiring the sight of you in the mirror.

“Got bruises on both my knees for you,” you laughed, smiling up at him.

“My good girl,” he murmured, kissing your forehead.

Of course, you’d gotten used to the aching pain of kneeling on your pre-existing bruises time after time. When Brian got turned on, he became extremely dominant, forcing you down on your knees through the pain. Blowjobs were probably one of his favorite parts of sex; he loved the sight of you below him, sliding your mouth up and down his length.

“Fuck, yes, Y/N,” he’d growl, grabbing your hair.

When you hollowed your cheeks on his cock, Brian would let out a string of pleasured moans. You’d look up at him with doe eyes, and he’d throw his head back from the pure pleasure of making eye contact with his perfect, good little girl.

At some points, Brian would take over, fucking your mouth as you choked.

“That’s right, baby girl,” he’d praise. “Choke on Daddy. Your mouth feels so f-fucking good on my cock.”

Sometimes he’d cum in your mouth, but Brian usually loved most to finish all over your tits.

“Clean yourself up, baby girl,” he’d gasp, watching you with dark eyes.

Brian almost always made you clean yourself up after blowjobs. You’d collect his cum off of your skin with your finger and pop it into your mouth, sucking it off agonizingly slow. Brian’s eyes never left you, and he’d let you take your time as he caught his breath.

The rough blowjobs were worth it, though- not that you didn’t like sucking him off - because afterwards, he would fuck you absolutely senseless. Brian would pick you up and throw you on the bed, stripping you of your clothes, if any were remaining, that is.

He would straddle you and attack your neck with open-mouthed kisses, thumbing your nipples with his expert hands as he did so.

“A-ah, Brian,” you moaned into him.

“You were such a good girl, sucking me off so good,” he murmured into your skin. He sat up, taking his cock into his hand and pumping it. Brian looked at you with raised eyebrows. “You ready?”

You nodded eagerly, biting your lip.

Brian lowered himself and positioned himself in your entry, and he slid into you. It was slow, but it was deep.

The actual sex would never be as dominant and rough as the blowjobs were. Brian would fuck you nice and deep, with so much passion, just like he knew how to do. You would fall apart on his cock, screaming out a mess of his name and moans. Even after the blowjobs, he would always come a second time.

So there you two stood, pressed together, gazing into the mirror.

The bruises looked almost beautiful. It was a mark, a sign that you were Daddy’s good little girl.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” you whispered, resting your head back on Brian’s shoulder.