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Home for summer break!

Which means....

Back to writing! I’ll get to writing as soon as I can on Reflections, and many many more! Thank you everyone for supporting me

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Hel p

I’m at 400 followers and I want to do a contest but can’t decide which to do. I’m gonna do one and do the other later but I want you guys to choose which you want now

1. Winner is drawn with character of choice in whatever way they want, NSFW Included

2. Winner gets a normal (1000-1500 words) fic with name and specific details with character of choice.

Message me saying 1 or 2 of which you want!

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Frustration

Could you maybe write a smut where Laf back from France and the reader and him want to do it but they keep getting interrupted so they start doing things under a blanket during a movie and all the guys are like wtf "What are you guys doing" "nothin"

For thestainonthefloor

TW: Smut

A/N: Modern AU, I also made a ghostbusters quote because it fit so well

It was too early for the doorbell to ring. Too early for you to be up. Still, it didn’t take much for you to get out of bed. Your boyfriend was getting back from France today. He had been gone for two weeks visiting family, and it had been a suffering experience. You managed to arise bright eyed and bushy tailed, excited for the day. Leggings hugged your thighs as an oversized shirt offered a boxy figure for you, your hair in a loose, messy bun. It was probably just Alex, John, and Herc, coming to pick you up to head to the airport. A wide yawn cut across your lips as you opened the door, squinting at the morning light just over the horizon.

“Guys, it’s too ea-” Before you could finish, you were thrusted off the ground and spun in a warm, familiar embrace, your eyes shooting wide as you yelped. A wide smile crept across your lips as you felt Lafayette’s arms wrap around your form, hoisting you easily off the ground.

“Oh, mi amour, I have missed you so.” Finally, he set you down, peppering your face with kisses, causing you to giggle as you tried to speak.

“Gilbert, I thought your flight didn’t touch down until 8!” You bursted out before feeling his lips press against yours, his arms still glued to your waist. Your smile widened.

“We caught a tailwind, as well as left a half an hour early. Got incredibly lucky, and I thought ‘this must be God telling me i need to get to my beloved Y/N as soon as possible.’” he chuckled as you kissed him, he really had a way with words. Finally, you heard the clearing of a throat, causing you to break away and glance behind your boyfriend. It was only then did you realize your friends were there.

“Damn, get a room, you two.” John laughed out, crossing his arms. Lafayette’s smile turned menacing as his eyes locked with yours.

“Oh, we will.” He muttered, causing heat to rise up your cheeks as you giggled, smacking his chest. Another thing he was good at, making you hot.

“Oh hell no, Y/N, you can’t steal Laf for the whole day. Come on, Eliza said she’d make breakfast for everyone.” Alex cut in, crossing his arms. Lafayette glared at him for cock blocking, but you nodded and pulled away.

“I don’t want Eliza to wait, that’s incredibly sweet of her. But, I’ve gotta get ready, you guys can sit in the living room, I won’t be long.” You stepped back inside, letting them enter and hearing the door close behind Herc. Laf smiled at you.

“I’ll help.” he purred out, trailing close behind you, before Herc and John grabbed both of his arms and pulled him back.

“Dude, I’m hungry, if you go, she’ll take longer than she already does.” Your mouth gaped at Herc’s words as he pushed your boyfriend on the couch, like he was on timeout.

“Either that’s a sexist thing or a personal thing. Either way, I’m offended.” You joked, sticking your tongue out at him as you pushed through the doors, deciding that you would make them wait, just a few minutes, since Hercules said that.

Laf tapped his foot impatiently, despite making conversation with his friends. He couldn’t get you off of his mind, the way your body felt in his arm, the fading sound of your moans as he pleasured you, it was too much to wait. He knew you wanted to make love, but his friends were making. Now, if you weren’t up for it, that would be a completely different story. Consent is everything to him. As long as you were happy, he was happy.

“Mes Amies, I have to go to the bathroom.” He announced, rising up as they continued to talk and heading towards the bathroom in the guest room, knowing it linked to your room. He followed the path and knocked on the bathroom door, gently pushing it open. “Mon ange?” he asked, peeking around the corner. You were only in a bra and underwear, and you knew it was his favorite pair. You heard his breath lock as you looked over your shoulder smiling, cocking a brow.

“Lying to your friends to see your lover, how scandalous.” you mocked, looking over your wardrobe to decide what to wear.

“It was not a lie! I said I had to go to the bathroom. I didn’t say I had to pee.” You laughed and shook your head. Rough, callused hands found their way around your body, laying gentle kisses on the top of your head and softly humming a french love song.

“What should I wear today?” You asked, cocking a brow as your hands laced through his. His hands slowly began to shift, one sliding down to dance along the hem of your thong, while the other slowly rose to cup one of your breasts. A purr escaped his breath as you melted into his embrace, smiling widely at the sensation that you missed oh-so-much.

“This...Je veux vous voir que dans cette(I want to see you in only this)...” He whispered into your ear, causing goosebumps to climb up your arm. A longing sigh escaped your lips as his hand pushed away the fabric on your lower body, begin to massage sensitive areas.

Suddenly, a harsh knock interrupted you, causing the two of you to separate like two teenagers about to be caught by your parents.

“Come on Y/N! It’s been like two days!” You rolled your eyes at John’s voice, kissing Lafayette passionately and glancing into his eyes.

“Later...don’t worry…” you promised, biting your lip before pecking his lips again. He nodded and pulled your hand up to his lips, kissing the tip of your knuckles before stepping through the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. You finished getting ready, deciding on a simple sundress, knowing it’d be easy to get off when the time came. Plus, it looked cute on you.

The entire day had continued similarly. You and Lafayette tried to get away, followed by little Philip Hamilton wanting to play with you so she almost caught you two making out, to which you said that you were hugging. He bought it. Later, at the park you tried to hide behind the bathroom buildings, but there were just too many people. It had been one bad stroke after another, too risky. You and Lafayette were both sexually frustrated at this point, settling on a movie back at his place with everyone else. It’s like their goal was to cockblock the two of you. That, or they were denser than you thought, and couldn’t catch a hint. You settled on the couch beside Laf as the movie began to play. After a long session of everyone arguing, they finally settled on watching Avengers, a decent combination of what everyone wanted. You and Laf sat in between everyone, Eliza and Alex on the right side of you, Herc and John on the left side of Laf. His arm was slung around you as the movie began, your head on his shoulder. Despite the incredible desire for him to be inside of you, you decided this would be enough for now, cuddling under a blanket. That is, until his hand pulled away from your shoulder.

You pouted up to him for a second, thinking he was abandoning the cuddle. However, his hand casually and obscurely pulled up to his lips, telling you to be quiet. You sat confused for a moment before seeing his hand disappear under the blanket and creep along your thigh. Suddenly, everything made sense and you looked ahead, doing your best to stay nonchalant as his fingers crept closer to your flower. He drew circles on your inner thigh, before sliding over to your slit and gently caressing you over the lacey underwear. You drew in a gentle breath, trying to keep yourself calm, but he knew how to touch you in all the right spots. You hugged the pillow that leaned against you, creating a bit of a barrier between you and Eliza.

Discretely, your leg rolled over Laf’s, offering him more availability. He took the opportunity eagerly, pushing aside the panties and rubbing you tenderly with two fingers. You felt the urge to touch his member. Your hand followed suit, creeping under the blanket and running along the bulge in his tight pants. He let out a gentle, longing breath as you swiftly unbuttoned the jeans, your hand creeping under the underwear and fiddling with the member that had been hardened for far too long.

This continued on for about five minutes, and you hadn’t realized how rugged your breath got as Lafayette’s two invasive fingers plunged in and out of you silently, and your hand stroked the near-visible (i.e. it would be visible if there wasn’t a blanket, fully out of his underwear. John looked over at the two of you, cocking a brow.

“Uh… you guys alright?” he asked, concerned.

“Hm? Oui, just a little hot.” He muttered, glancing over for a bit before looking at the movie. John scoffed and shook his  head.

“Then take the damn blanket off, weirdos.” He muttered casually, and you glanced at Laf deciding it was time to stop. He sighed and pulled away, leaving you wanting more  as he somehow managed to put away the hardened member and pull away the blanket before you got caught.

The movie went on silently, though there was some relief in the air, after the session of teasing. It ended before you knew it, everyone yawning and standing up. You glanced at Lafayette and smiled, standing up with him as his arm wrapped around your waist.

“Hey...can I sleep over?” You ask, cocking a brow mischievously. Before Lafayette can answer, a wide smile across his lips, Hercules cuts in.

“Yo that’s an awesome idea, why don’t we all-”

“No.” Both Gilbert and you said in unison, causing John, Alex, and Eliza to laugh as Herc muttered mockingly. Everyone made their way to the door, saying brief goodbyes and concluded by John winking and wishing them luck.

As soon as the door closed, you couldn’t even make it to the couch, let alone the bedroom. It was a night you’d never forget.

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It’s You

Would it be possible to write a soulmate au with John Lauren's? I love the idea of there being a sentence being the first thing their soulmate days to them or time limit until they meet their soulmate on the readers body somewhere. John could have come of age first and already knew the reader was his soulmate and the reader wasn't old enough yet so no mark appeared and John is unsure if the reader is his soulmate or not! I'm sorry if it's too detailed! Smut always appreciated ;)

For: @asongoffireanddragons

A/N: I made this modern, I hope that’s alright

It was agonizing, the wait. Your eighteenth birthday was in three hours. Your best friend’s was last week, which meant he knew the sentence that would change his life forever. It was kind of weird, actually. He refused to show you for some reason, maybe it there was an alternate reason not to show you, but still. He’d been acting strange ever since then, though. Maybe he already found them, and he didn’t want to hang around you anymore. The thought hurt, that your closest friend may never want to see you again. It hurt more that he may have found someone else. The thought haunted you for years, when your feelings for him began to muster (Around the time every other feeling began to bloom). Still, you refused to be with anyone other than the person you were intended to be with.

You sighed and sipped on your coffee, glancing across the table. You came to this coffee shop at least four times a week. It was where you and John would meet. Make plans for the day, or week, or whatever. It felt weird being here without him. Your eyes slowly closed for a second as another breath of air parted your lips, and as soon as it did, a gentle hand rested on your shoulder. Immediately, your eyes opened, glancing up to see who the arm may have belonged to. A familiar smile greeted you, and you felt your heart warm.

“Hey,” John said, glancing around, “Come on, I want to hang.” You nodded, slowly standing up and leaving a tip on the table for the waitress. His hand dropped to slide into his pocket.

“What’s up?” You asked, cocking a brow as you pushed through the exit doors, sliding your hands in the pockets of your hoodie. It was a little chilly tonight, but that didn’t stop you from enjoying the gentle breeze.

“Just felt like hanging, having Y/N withdrawls.” You both chuckle, followed by you punching his arm lightly. It felt like things were finally going back to normal. “Plus I wanted to be the first one to say happy birthday, as per usual.” He concluded, locking a tight arm around your shoulder and pulling you into an uncomfortable side hug. A slid across your lips, followed by a long groan and trying to pull away. His lean, muscled figure was all too apparent, and the feelings you had desperately tried to push down began arising. You loved being in his arms, uncomfortable or not.

“Well, you gotta wait two and a half hours. What are we gonna do?” you cocked a brow, and he smirked. “No, you beat me every time we aren’t playing Halo… It’s my birthday, we’re playing Mortal Kombat.” His smiled fades as he groans.

“But you just smash buttons! There’s no tactic!” You laughed, pulling away to stand upright.

“That is most certainly a tactic, Laurens. You just hate that I pause it so I can look up fatalities.” You stick your tongue out, laughing. “Cassie’s my girl.” You boast with pride, crossing your arms.

“Fiiineee, but just you wait. Hanzo’s coming for your ass.” You laugh a bit, shaking your head.

“Or Noob.” You mutter, making fun of the leads names. He seems offended, a hand on his chest like he was just dramatically shot.

“You wound me, L/N, like I would ever play as Sub-Zero.” He counters.

It was about a five minute walk from his house, which was one second from yours. You stopped in your house saying you were gonna spend the night at John’s. You stepped in the familiar house and smiled, waving to his dear mother before sitting on the couch next to him. He handed the control to you.

“I will kick your ass this time, Y/N. Consider it a birthday present to see my butt shake in the dust as I leave you to die.” an evil laugh bursted through his lips, silenced by you poking him in the armpit.

“We’ll see, John…. We’ll see…” You said with a laugh.

John’s expression was blank as he stared down at him controller, before glancing up at you dancing in a circle, mocking him by shaking your butt. “That means we’re watching Princess Bride.” You said, sticking your tongue out.

“Joke’s on you, that’s a fantastic movie.” You laughed as you walked in the kitchen to make popcorn, pulling your hair up in a bun. As soon as you did, an electric shock slid up your arm, the grandfather clock striking midnight. Words laced themselves on your arm, feeling like angry wasps climbing across each serif letter. You drew in a gasp, wincing at the displeasurable feeling. John walked in wide eyed, about to shout happy birthday before he’s silenced at your stature. You eyes glance at the words forming, the air heavy and the world silent. The pain subsided leaving nothing but two words in their path, “It’s you”. John’s eyes switched to your arm as well, but from across the room, it was just blobs of black ink.

“Well, that’s obscure.” You say, chuckling, going to show John the words. You stop in your track as John watches you, his expression blank and his eyes wide. His mouth was slightly agape in an impossible expression. The air remained heavy between you before John took a cautious step forward.

“It’s you…” he breathed out, watching your eyes. They widened in shock as your mouth opened a bit to speak, but he didn’t let you. He was in front of you in one big step, and his lips were pressed firmly against yours. You let out a soft yelp, before melting into his sweet embrace. It was sloppy, awkward at first, but soon, the kiss adjusted itself and everything felt perfect. His arms slithered around your waist as yours moved around his neck. Your forms were perfect for each other. After what felt like seconds, he pulled away, resting his forehead on yours with a cheesy smile plastered across his lips.

“Happy birthday, Y/N...” He whispered, his lips returning to yours.

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Goodnight everyone

I have seven ships left to do, I’ll try and get them done tomorrow

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Your girl's selfie game is pretty g today

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Hey guys

In light of Everyone leaving Hamilton, I've decided to open up doing cast as well, so if you want daveed x reader, just send me an idea and I'll write it. I've actually cried over this cast, why night pair them up with y/n?

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Masterpost

George Washington:

Formalities

Apologies (sequel to “Formalities”)

Marquis de Lafayette:

Through His Eyes

Seven (smut)

Frustration (smut)

Reflections (Part 1)

Reflections (Part 2)

Hercules Mulligan:

Please Stay (smut)

John Laurens:

I’ve Missed This (smut)

It’s You

Thomas Jefferson:

Hate at First Sight

Rivalry

Peggy Schuyler:

Movie Night

Forgive Me (Specific fic, but you can still read if you want)

Daveed: 

Don’t Have to Say Goodbye

A Night to Remember (smut. Specific fic, but you can still read if you want)

Unforgettable

I’ll add as I write and post them!