#Daveed Diggs ask

[astralaffairs]

hi!! before i go i jus wanna say, I love your work 🙏🏽 and I finally watch hamilton last night so I might write for it as well 😋😋 but i have a drabble idea.

anyways— thomas having a dance/ball for a campaign during the election and he meets aaron’s little sister, mc, who snuck in. and he can’t help but take interests in her.

“Now, what’s a lady like you doin’ getting a drink just for yourself? Nobody’s offered to do that for you yet?”

Y/N froze as her fingers met the stem of the champagne flute. She had promised herself she would stay to the outskirts of the ball, and her only goal for the night had been to avoid courting attention. However, the packed room was warm, and it was only more so at its perimeter under the lights, and the crisp bubbly had looked oh-so-inviting.

She turned with a polite smile as she picked up the glass, but her eyes widened when she saw the man behind her with his gleaming smile and his velvet suit. She recognized him instantly; after all, she’d seen him before, and he’d even been in her home, but they’d never formally met. He raised an eyebrow when her smile faltered. “I’ve only just arrived. I haven’t had a chance to speak to much of anyone just yet.”

“Then I’m gonna have to count myself lucky to have found you when I did. Thomas Jefferson.” He offered her a hand as he introduced himself, and when she took it, he dipped down to press a soft kiss to her knuckles. Her eyes went even wider.

She cleared her throat as he drew himself back up to his full height, still holding her by the fingertips, and it took a moment for it to occur to her to withdraw her hand. “You’re the host of this ball, then, if I’m not mistaken. Thank you for opening your home to us like this.”

“Believe me, sugar, the pleasure’s all mine,” he said. “Who’re you here with? Feel like I’ve seen you around, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Oh, um, my family’s here somewhere. I came on my own, though, and I was planning to meet them here.”

“Your family?” He pursed his lips. “You’re not a Schuyler, are you?”

“No, no, certainly not,” she replied before hastily adding, “although the Schuylers are lovely people, of course. To be a part of their family would make one lucky.”

“So you know the Schuylers, then?” he mused, and she nodded. His growing smile was making her mouth go dry. “I know where I recognize you from; you’re a Burr, aren’t you? Aaron’s sister?”

“I am, yes.” Her smile was tense, laced with unease. His grin was bright as he plucked a drink for himself off of the table behind them.

“So why haven’t I seen you at one of these before? Your family trying to keep you locked away from all the politics?” he asked, and as her eyebrows fell, he could see the look in her eyes sour.

“They’ve decided I can’t be trusted at this kind of event,” she said bitterly, and he quirked a brow. “Aaron claims he’s afraid I’ll say the wrong thing and jeopardize his career, but really, I think he just can’t deal with the idea of splitting people’s attention between us.”

“But you finally proved yourself trustworthy?” he asked mildly, taking a sip of his drink, and she shrugged uncomfortably.

“I suppose so.”

“Then where’s your dear brother now, hm? Why aren’t you here with the rest of your family?” He watched her expectantly, and when she didn’t answer right away, his grin broadened. “They don’t even know you’re here, do they?”

“No, and you’re not going to be the one to tell them,” she said sharply, pointing her champagne flute at him. He raised his eyebrows, amused by the fervor in her tone. “I had to walk miles alone in the dark to get here; I am not being thrown out as soon as I arrive.”

“Well, sweetheart, if you’re not with them, then really, I should be sendin’ you on your way.” Despite the threat, his voice was breezy, and she frowned.

“And what do you have to gain from kicking me out?”

“The respect and appreciation of your family,” he suggested blithely. “The knowledge that I’m not leavin’ a young lady to walk home alone ‘n vulnerable at the end of the night. ‘S just the right thing to do, really.”

She eyed his small smile for a moment before slowly asking, “But despite that, you’d rather I stay, wouldn’t you?” He shrugged unabashedly. “You’re quite shameless, aren’t you, Mr. Jefferson?”

“Only on a good day.” He winked as he took a sip of his drink. “After all, you went through all that effort to get here. There’s gotta be a good reason for it, huh?”

“Of course. I’m here to expand my mind just like everyone else," she said, and he raised an eyebrow.

“And not for the charming future president we’ve got roaming the ball?”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware there was one. Let me know if you see him?”

His full laugh proved him undeterred, and Y/N’s self-satisfied smile was reluctant. "'M glad to see you inherited more of the family wit than your brother seemed to."

"Please, don't tell him that. A lady needs to keep some things a secret."

"It'll stay between us, then," Thomas said, "but I don't think I ever got your name."

"Why, so you know whose presence to report to my brother?"

"So I know who to ask after the next time I see him." His response was quick, and it had Y/N on her heels. Her eyes were wide, eyebrows raised, but when she opened her mouth to answer—

"Y/N." Both she and Thomas turned on their heels at the loud voice to find her brother striding across the room toward them, and her groan was unchecked. The fury in Aaron's voice was barely contained. "What in the world do you think you're possibly doing here, sneaking out after dark? How did you even get here?"

"I brought myself, since nobody else was willing to take me," she bit back, and Thomas raised his eyebrows as he took a sip of his drink.

"That wasn't your decision to make," Aaron snapped. "We are a family, and you have to respect that—"

"Respect what? That you have total control over my life in the name of family values? Do you know how ridiculous that sounds?" she asked. "I respect that you have a career and a reputation to maintain, but I am a person, and—"

"And nothing, Y/N. Put the drink down, and leave Mr. Jefferson at peace," he demanded, and Y/N narrowed her eyes, her jaw set. Aaron turned to Thomas, and much of the fire in his voice had subsided when he said, "I'm sorry for her intrusion, Thomas. We didn't know she had followed us here, and we'll send her home at once."

"Now, Aaron, what makes you think she's uninvited company?" Thomas asked, and both Y/N's and Aaron's brows were raised. "Y/N's my guest here this evening; 's the opposite of an intrusion."

He frowned, glancing between Thomas and Y/N. "You mean you're responsible for her presence here tonight?"

"Well, I invited her, so I suppose you could say that," he said casually, and if he winked when he caught Y/N's eye, Aaron didn't think anything of it. Aaron's lips were pursed and his shoulders tense as he glanced between them.

"Why didn't you tell me Thomas had invited you?" he asked Y/N, and she shrugged.

"I didn't think you'd want to hear it, and I didn't want you trying to prevent me from coming."

"If I'd known he asked you to come—"

"So, what, my personhood is dependent on his permission now?"

"Your presence here is, at least."

"As a Burr, I would've been welcome either way."

"Not unattended, however."

"I can attend to myself just fine."

"You know that isn't what I mean when—"

"Aaron, was there somethin' else you needed?" Thomas cut him off, and Aaron's gaze was affronted when it snapped to him. However, he held his tongue. "I was just about to ask Y/N to dance, assuming that's her decision to make 'n all."

Y/N had to bite back her smile at his words, and although Aaron seemed to recognize the challenge in them as his jaw ticked, he said, "Of course. I'm sorry to have interrupted."

"Don't sweat it. Your concern for your sister is awful sweet, even if it isn't needed here," Thomas responded, his smile warm.

"'Concern' isn't how I'd describe it," Y/N muttered bitterly, and Thomas nudged her with his elbow. She frowned.

"Carry on 'n enjoy the rest of the ball, though, and please send my best to your wife," he said. Aaron could only offer a tense smile in response.

“You as well. I suppose I should go find Theodosia.” He looked down skeptically at Y/N. “How are you planning to get home?”

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, I…” She hadn’t thought that far, so her gaze was hopeful when it snapped to Thomas, who held her with a hand at the small of her back.

“I’ll arrange for a carriage to take her home,” he promised. “Don’t you worry, Burr. She’s in safe hands.”

“Right,” he said hesitantly, looking Thomas over. “I’ll leave you to it. Don’t do anything stupid, Jefferson.”

“‘S like you don’t even know who you’re talkin’ to,” Thomas said incredulously, and Aaron scoffed.

“I’m sure.” He barely spared them both another glance before departing unceremoniously, shaking his head all the while, and Thomas chuckled. Y/N turned back toward him.

“You’re a regular local hero,” she said sardonically, but the smile in her eyes betrayed her bored tone. Thomas grinned.

“I do try, sweetheart,” he said lightly, “maybe even in a way that deserves a ‘thank you’?”

“Thank you.” Her voice was sincere. “Really. I owe you.”

“Well, if you mean that,” he said, and his eyes were shining as he looked down at her, “I wouldn’t mind making good on that dance I mentioned. Unless you’re in a real rush to get back to your dear old brother.”

He offered her his arm with an eyebrow raised, and she left her empty glass on the table behind them when she took it, drawing a wide grin from him. “How could I say no to our charming host?"

[ramp-it-up]

Can we get Daveed smut?👀

Yes.

Needed

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Word count: 1.K

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only Minors, DNI: Established relationship. Angst. Reader is upset about something. Intrusive thoughts, hurt/comfort, reference to oral (f receiving), praise kink, size kink, pain kink, voice kink, reference to but not really sub space, raw p in v, excessive ejaculate, after care.

A/N: This was written so fast, it may not be any good. It’s not just smut and somehow angst crept in there. Sorry not sorry. Hope you like it Nonnie!

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“Sunshine.” 

Daveed's resonant voice was deep and laced with warmth, immediately capturing your attention. When your gaze drifted to his, he held it and didn’t let go. He reached his long arms up to wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes. Then he took your phone out of your hands, turned it off and put in on table on his side of the bed.

“Whatever the fuck you’re thinking isn’t true. You and me? We’re soulmates. This is forever and that is the truth.” 

He pressed soft, lingering kisses inside your thighs, working his way to the apex of your legs. Your worries were fading with each press of his full lips, each swipe of his magical tongue. 

“I love you. So. So so much.”

D punctuated each sentence with a sensual kiss to your thighs.

“You’re mine and I’m keeping you. Never letting you go. Got that?” 

You can only nod because you believed him over the lies in your head. This man owned not only your body, but your heart too.

“I love you too, D.”

The vision of this man, body lean and face devastatingly handsome, the grey in his hair and beard making him even more attractive, between your legs caressing you is so intense in the moment. The tears come again, causing him to stretch his long body on top of yours becoming your own custom weighted blanket for a moment before he shifts beside you.

“I was going to eat you out, but I see now that I just need to fill you up.”

Daveed reached down and slips three fingers into your pussy.

“Fuck! This pussy is so fat and juicy. Love to play with it. Do y’ like me playing with it Sunshine?”

His voice in your ear and his fingers near your clit had the desired effect. Wetness leaked out of you and Daveed collected it to lubricate your clenching hole. He slipped his fingers inside and he finally made contact with your clit, pressing down firmly with his thumb.

“Ohhhh, Daveeeeeedddd.”

You arched your back and opened your legs wider, chasing the high his fingers were promising.

Daveed smiled in your ear; you don’t have to open your eyes to see it. His smiles were legendary and a vibe all their own.

“That’ssss what I like. You, mind empty, no thoughts, just desire.”

Daveed reached around you for your breast and started pinching and rolling your nipple, causing your mouth to open in a silent gasp.

“So fucking beautiful. And all mine.” 

Daveed leaned over to kiss you and to swallow your scream as you came in his arms. Quickly, oh so quickly, he was between your legs with his hands on your hips pulling your ass to meet his thighs. He grabbed one leg with one hand and his impossibly long cock with the other and lined up, stroking his weeping member at your slick entrance.

He looked you in the eye.

“Ready?”

He always had to ask because it always—

“Holy fuckkkkkkk!”

—Stretched you out to the point of pain/pleasure.

Your mind was truly a blank slate, all senses focused on what was going on between your legs. Daveed’s, throbbing, leaking, magnificent cock was sliding inside you to the hilt. He waited a moment until you reach for him, then commenced to lighting you up from the inside out like only he could. You hardly remembered your own name at the moment, much less any facts or even the faces of the men who came before him.

You’re whimpering now, but you’re weren’t crying anymore, just lost to the sensations that Daveed was giving you.

“This what you needed Sunshine?”

You dug your nails into the muscles of his back, gripping flesh and scoring it with your nails as you dragged them down down down.

Daveed hissed.

“Ssssssss!”

You felt his cock pulse and his pace become erratic. His big balls were bouncing against your ass and everything about him felt amazing.

“Does it feel that good, Baby?” 

His deep voice in your ear caused you to clench down on his cock and search out his mouth. You kissed him frantically, sucking his tongue like you wanted to do his cock but you didn’t want his cock to stop what it was doing at that moment.

Sweat dripped down from his forehead to yours and you broke the kiss to wipe it as he kept pounding you. You ran your hands through his short curls and tugged a little and that caused him to go even harder.

“Cum on my cock, Sunshine. Need to feel that sweet pussy try to choke me out.” 

He looked down your body,  licked his lips and then shook his head in awe.

“So fucking fine. Circle that clit fa me. Be my Good Girl.”

Those words were the magic bullet.  Although you did as you were told, you almost didn’t need to because the moment your touched your clit you detonated around Daveed’s dick.

“Gotdammmmmm!”

Daveed shouted as he came and his hot spend spurted into you as you shivered in his grip. 

“Fucckkkkk."

Daveed groan/laughed.

"Making me feel brand new, girl. Damn, it keeps coming.”

Daveed moaned as the flow of his cum continued. He leaned down, muscular arms on the side of your head and kissed you as his softening cock slipped out of you along with the flow of spend now leaking onto the duvet.

He dropped down on his back and took you in his arms, rolling you out of the wet spot and onto one side of the bed. He held you for a few moments as your breathing slowed, but got up before you went to sleep. He pulled the duvet from around you and threw it on the floor and went and got your favorite quilt along with the warm towel for you.

Soon, you were wrapped up in his arms and listening to his heartbeat.

Daveed kissed you on your forehead and pulled you closer.

“Now get some rest, and in the morning, you can tell me what that was all about. Your phone stays off for now.”

He looked down and tipped your chin up to look at him.

“Never let those bastards get you down, Sunshine.”

[farbexx]

Drunk Hamilton 😭

bro's a yapper, even worse while drunk

[twomanyfandomshelp]

alSO YOURE A HAMILFAN PLEASE RANT TO ME I LOVE HAMILTON WHATS YOUR FAVORITE SONG?

Yes of course I freaking love Hamilton!!! Me, my mom, and my sister all know every single word. We’ve watched it like 100 times on Disney+, we listen to the soundtrack all the time, and we went to see it when it came to the Fox Theater in Atlanta.

Oh my gosh, my favorite song? That’s an impossible question Jay. Watch me just list every single song lol.

I love the Schuylar Sisters because omg yes slay they’re perfect and I love them so much. Literally any song with any of them is a good one. Phillipa Soo (Eliza), Renée Elise Goldsberry (Angelica), and Jasmine Cephas Jones (Peggy) are so incredibly talented and I love all three of them. Also Say No To This because Jasmine is a queen and we love her.

Aaron Burr Sir, Farmer Refuted, Cabinet Battles 1 and 2, One Last Time, and Your Obedient Servant are just fun to sing because of the back and forth, especially when I can get my sister to jam with me.

I freaking love all of King George’s songs, he is a king and he slays (literally and figuratively).

Leslie Odom Jr. is freaking amazing, like, Wait For It and the Room Where It Happens are so freaking good and his voice is just so beautiful and I love him.

The war songs: Right Hand Man, Guns and Ships, History Has It’s Eyes on You, and Yorktown (The World Turned Upside Down) are so freaking good too.

Also, I love Christopher Jackson, he’s an amazing George Washington.

Daveed Diggs did a freaking awesome job as Lafayette and Thomas Jefferson, he just has so much character and sass and I love him. Any song he’s in is a great one because he just gives 150% 24/7/365.

I’m going to stop myself here before I just list every single character 🤣

[intoxicatingimmediacy]

Clipping | Today is the 10th anniversary of the release of CLPPNG. Our schedules didn’t allow us to do an event on the exact day, so we’re announcing it now—on the 23rd we’ll talk with Lucas Masch and take your live questions about the album

[ljf613]

Song of the Day 11/5/2024: “The Election of 1800” - Daveed Diggs

Dear Mr. Hamilton (Jefferson or Burr?) (Jefferson or Burr?) (We know, it's lose-lose) John Adams doesn't stand a chance (We know, it's lose-lose) So who are you promoting? (Jefferson or Burr?) (Jefferson or Burr?) But if you had to choose!

[mreynolds-ask-blog]

Ramble & art underneath the cut.

Ooc: not the best I’ve ever done at all but I’m bored, exhausted, & procrastinating. I drew a better drawing of Daveed in science class the other day (idk why I can draw 10/10 realism whenever I’m supposed to be paying attention in class but when I actually try to draw it ends up looking so crappy igfkdowk)

Anyways

I’m writing a fic about historical Laurens & Hamilton but the events aren’t historically accurate, but ch. 1 won’t be done for a while bc school takes up sm time (trying to end the year with all A’s & benchmarks are next week). Also, if you have character ai, I’m Yrobdntsrvnt on there and I make Hamilton bots.

[saltedplumtea]

[Image Description: a screenshot of the Spotify app open to "Hamilton: Like You're Running Out Of Time." It consists of Alexander Hamilton, Satistified, My Shot, The Schuyler Sisters, Aaron Burr, Sir, and Guns and Ships remixed as Sped Up Nightcore songs. /end ID]

what do you mean lin manuel miranda dropped a hamilton nightcore album today i dont see anyone talking about this. Are you guys aware

[kertikavics]

Daveed Diggs as Lafayette: I'm takin' this horse by the reins makin'... Redcoats redder with bloodstains ... And I'm never gonna stop until I make 'em... Drop and burn 'em up and scatter their remains, I'm... Watch me engagin' em! Escapin' em! Enragin' em! I'm... I go to France for more fund... I come back with more guns

My colleague: Is this Eminem?

[krylng]

Body & Blood

Daveed Diggs x Fem!reader

TW: Smut, P in V, riding, aggressive, rough, fingering, oral (fem receiving) common swear words

summary: You and Daveed Diggs have been friends forever, but what happens when you try to confess? Does he like you too?

note: I am uncomfortable naming some parts of the body (hope you understand) like 🐱 and 🍒. also, this hasn’t been checked for grammar or spelling yet.

not requested

word count: 3.6k

RAFA IF YOU’RE READING THIS, PLEASE DONT SHOW DAVEED

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Part 1

“France is following us to revolution, there is no more status quo.” Y/N heard Daveed sing from backstage. “But the sun comes up and the world still spins.”

His voice was beautiful; angelic even. “Well, if it isn’t Y/N drooling over Daveed again.” Anthony laughed behind her. She spun around quickly, a faint tint of red coated her cheeks.

“I wasn’t drooling, I was just admiring his voice. That’s all.” She said sternly, but Anthony didn’t seem to believe it.

“What ever you say, F/N Diggs.” He laughed as she shot him a mean look and flipped him off. “Hey, can’t I tease my best friend just a little bit?”

Hamilton shook Jefferson’s hand on stage. She watched him walk off stage after Cabinet Battle 1. “Not even a little bit. Besides, I don’t even have an actual crush on him. I just think he’s really cute. Its just a fling.”

“Who’s cute?” A new voice said. She turned back around to see Daveed Diggs standing so close behind her. Her blush turned redder than before as she sputtered. He raised an eyebrow as he wiped the sweat off his forehead with a white towel.

“I….uh…It’s nothing…not you.” She paused and immediately realized what she said. “I mean, you’re very cute—hot even, but we were talking about…my dog.” She said nervously, and regretted it instantly.

Anthony covered his mouth with a closed fist as an attempt to stop himself from laughing. He backed away as Daveed spoke. “You have a dog? I didn’t know that.”

“Yeah. Golden Retriever.” No, she didn’t have a dog, but she also wasn’t going to confess to him. “Very…yellow and golden.” She added.

“I see.” He replied. “How old is this dog?” His eyes scanned her for any hints of nervousness.

“Uh, I think about four years old. Next month.” now she was sweating. “In June.”

“Ah. You’re pretty in that red dress though, has anyone ever told you that?” Daveed said, focusing the subject on her. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

Her eyes widened and a stupid smile spread across her face. Daveed chuckled at her reaction. “It’s true. Everyone definitely knows, even if they won’t say it out loud.” he smiled. “Red is definitely your color.”

“Thanks.” She said, feeling the awkwardness of the moment. “I’m thirsty… my water is in my dressing room, I’ll be back.”

“You can borrow mine. Your dressing room is far away, isn’t it?” He asked. Before she could shake her head, he placed the bottle into her possession. “Drink up, darling.”

You were unfazed by the name, since he almost called every woman darling. You unscrewed the plastic cap and took a quick swig of the cold liquid. “Thank you.” said, handing back the bottle.

“Anytime.” he smiled. “I’m actually thirsty myself.” He took a swig out of the same water bottle.

You hid your blush by looking away, but the gesture didn’t go unnoticed. He lightly grabbed your chin with his hand, guiding your gaze back to him.

“Something wrong?” he smirked. “You seem a little red.” he teased.

“It’s just“— she squirmed—“really hot in here. Like, boiling.”

Daveed leaned closer against her ear and murmured. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were nervous.” She felt the heat radiating from him. “Am I correct, babygirl?”

She almost broke from the new pet name. She parted her lips to say something, but no words came out. Daveed ran his finger down her bottom lip. “It’s okay baby, you can kiss me in front of everyone. I know you want to.”

“E-everyone?” She repeated, the word coming out soft. A small smirk tugged at his lips as he positioned his strong hand behind her head. “Everyone is curiously watching us right now—look!” She whispered, a sound only they could hear.

“Even better then.” His other hand cupped her cheek as he leaned his head down. Their lips met softly, a kiss of passion. They pulled apart after a few seconds. “Let’s shock them even more. Part those pretty lips.”

He leaned back down, kissing her more passionately. She parted her lips, and whimpered quietly at the feeling of his tongue diving in her mouth. They kissed like they were drowning, and the other was oxygen, and she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, his hands wresting on the dips of her hips, every movement between them needy and desperate.

Soon enough, Take A Break ended, and they pulled apart, a thin trail of saliva connecting them. “I hope Hamilton tastes me when you have to kiss him.” He said with a stern expression.

The music to Say No To This began, and she started to strut slowly against the rotating floor. Her dress swayed with each movement, her heels clicking silently against the floor.

“I know you are a man of honor, I’m so sorry to bother you at home. But I don’t know where to go, and I came here all alone.” She sang as she approached Hamilton who wore a green suit, almost identical to Jefferson’s, but on the other side of the color spectrum.

Soon enough, she sat on his lap on the chair and ensemble member moved. She took his hand and placed it on her chest and slowly moved it down. After that part, she ran off stage as James Reynolds took the money from Hamilton.

She sighed a breath of relief. She turned around to walk towards her dressing room, but Daveed was standing in the way. “Daveed, I need to go inside, my water is in there.”

She shivered as he ran his fingers down her arm. “You don’t want to continue? It’s okay if you don’t—“ He placed his hand on his forehead. “Sorry I just thought—“ She placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“I like you, Daveed.” She blushed. “And I want to do everything with you.” Daveed stared at her.

“What does that mean?” He asked, his eyes begging for her to be more specific.

“I want you.”

“Oak, before you go on stage, tell our understudies they’re needed. We’re not feeling well.” Daveed said, keeping eye contact with her.

Oak raised an eyebrow, but responded with, “Okay. Feel better soon.” he cleared his throat. “Don’t do what I think you’re going to do.”

Daveed pointed at the door that led to her dressing room. He closed the door behind them gently before grabbing her waist and lifting her up in his arms. She instinctively wrapped her limbs around him; her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

They kissed slow and passionately. The moment was almost perfect, it was exactly how she wanted to be kissed by him. He pulled away, admiring and studying her for a moment.

“We could get into so much trouble for bailing like that—“ She started but was interrupted by a sloppy kiss from him. She moaned against his lips, and he used it to his advantage to slip in his tongue. “I used to daydream about this.”

“Oh yeah?” he said before leaving kisses on her neck. “Me too. But in my head…we do something more dirty than this.” He chuckled as he felt her shiver at his words. He began to lightly bite down on her skin.

He set her down gently, before taking the fabric of her dress in between his fingers. “Can I take this off?” He asked.

She nodded eagerly, and he loosened the strings that tightened her dress to fit her figure. She kicked off her heels as he hooked his fingers around the white tank top she wore underneath. He lifted the shirt over her head, tossing it to the side.

He took off his purple jacket that was over and apart of his costume, threw it to the side, and quickly unbuttoned his costume. “Like what you see?” he teased as he noticed her staring at his six pack and obliques.

She said nothing, just blushed. He took a few steps closer to her, gently cupping her face. “I like it when you’re like this. When you’re so affected by my words.” He began to bite down on her neck, leaving several love bites.

He backed away after a few minutes. “Sorry, I got carried away.” He rolled down his tall white socks to take off his matching purple pants that only went down to his calves. Soon, the only piece of clothing he had left were his black boxers, his errection teasing you.

You wore the shortest black shorts under your dress to make sure nobody would see. “If you weren’t wearing that dress over those…” he shook his head. “I wouldn’t have lasted as long as I did.”

He grabbed her by the waist, hoisting her up onto the countertop. He trailed his hands down her body, starting at her shoulders and stopping at her thighs. He hooked his fingers around the waistband of her shorts, and began to pull down. He tossed it behind him and began to trace his fingers where her shorts used to be.

After he took off her undergarments, he began to bite her inner thighs. He licked and sucked, leaving hickeys. His hands trailed down to her core, wiping her arousal with his finger.

The sound of a knock at the door made her jump. “Y/N, are you in there?” Anthony asked as Daveed put in his first finger, challenging her not to moan. “I just wanted to check on you.”

“I’m f-fine…” She stuttered, tilting her head back, giving him easier access to kiss her neck. He put in another finger in slowly.

“Can I come in—“

“NO! I mean uh… I wouldn’t.”

“Can we talk? I’ll stay behind the door.” Anthony must have sat down by the door, because she heard a thump.

“Yeah. Of course.”

“I heard Daveed was sick too. Where is he?” He asked.

He didn’t look scared or even bothered by his question, instead a smirk spread across his face against her neck.

“I uh… I think he left. He was… like really sick.”

“Are you sure he’s not in there with you?” He teased. You could sense Anthony’s signature grin.

“Why would he be in the room with me?” She accused.

“I don’t know. Since you’ve had a crush on him since forever. Remember when you told me about that dream you had where he was in your bed, giving you hea-“ Daveed instantly stopped kissing her neck to look at her.

“ANTHONY, SHUT UP!” She yelled, followed by Anthony’s laugh. “Someone’s gonna hear you.” She groaned. He slipped his fingers out, causing her to groan again. His hands rested on her thighs as he stood on his knees, working his tongue into her core. She gasped silently, reaching for anything to hold on to, and she settled on his hair.

“Nobody is upstairs, the only thing they probably heard was your scream.” He rolled his eyes behind the door. “Oh, remember when you were curious about his size? I guessed five inches, you guessed like seven.” Her face became warm with embarrassment.

He flicked his tongue, hitting all the right spots. She muffled her moans with her hand. “What was that noise?” Anthony asked suspiciously. “Was that a…”

“Groan. I just t-threw up again, that’s why.” She said as he continued.

“I could open this door right now. There are no locks.” He teased. “How would you feel if I did?”

“Like you invaded m-my privacy.” She narrowed her eyes at him through the door.

“Fair enough.” He shrugged from behind the door. Suddenly, you felt a rush inside of you.

“I’m going to come!” She whispered quietly. She felt the warmness spill out, and Daveed quickly stood up.

“Are you ready for me?” He whispered, his eyes glinting from the lights. She nodded, and he wasted no time pulling down his boxers. He pushed in his dick slowly, careful not to make any noise.

“Anyway, I just want you to feel better.” Anthony said, a sound just above a whisper. Daveed began to thrust slowly into her. He covered her mouth with his strong hand as he sped up.

He stopped for a minute, letting a groan escape from her lips as he lifted her up, fucking her standing up. She was desperate to hold onto anything, clinging onto his shoulders. He lifted her up, and helped her back down in a pattern. He stopped as he heard Anthony climbed back to his feet. He set her back down on the counter, not pulling out.

“Anthony, why are you still here?” She groaned at him.

The handle of the door jiggled, and Daveed reached for a towel and threw it on her bare chest just in time, covering her from Anthony’s eyes.

“Oh my god, you guys are horrible, just horrible!” He shrieked, covering his eyes with his hands.

“Hi Anthony, what’s wrong?” Phillipa Soo asked, standing a few feet away. “What’s going on?”

“Do NOT look in there.” Anthony gagged. Phillipa raised her eyebrow, and Anthony made a gesture, His right hand making an O and his pointer finger on the other hand going inside.

“Oh! Well…um…you’re probably overreacting anyway, Anthony.” Phillipa scolded. “Give them privacy!” She avoided looking in the room as she shut their door.

Y/N blushed as the door closed. Daveed slowly turned his head to look back at her. “I think we should probably stop now.” Daveed chuckled, preparing himself to pull out.

“No, no, no, please don’t.” She begged and pleaded. “please!”

Daveed took a minute to admire how broken she was and how he already fucked the sense out of her. He laughed, pushing in deeper.

“They’ll hear us.” Daveed said. “We can’t continue.”

“Turn on the music. Please, I’m desperate—“ He interrupted her with a sloppy kiss before picking her up and carrying her with him over to the speaker. He turned up the volume, the only noise they could hear was clipping., the band Daveed was in. Body & Blood was the first song to play. She blushed at the sound of his voice in the speaker. He turned off the light, the room darkening significantly. In the dressing room, there was a long strip of LED lights that wrapped around the top of the room, which he changed the color to red. Still holding her, he began to thrust into her to the beat of the song standing up.

Though the color was red, the room was still significantly dark. He lifted her up to so she bounced on it, his strong arms doing all the work. Her eyes rolled back, and she tipped her head back, the gesture not going unnoticed. He smirked, speeding up the pace so he was thrusting twice as fast as the tempo. She screamed.

He set her down on a carpet in front of the counter, hovering over her. He grabbed her hips and lifted them up for him. As he felt himself closer and closer to his release, he pounded her faster and faster like an animal, desperate for one.

He was going quadruple the speed of the tempo—she thought, she didn’t know for sure, she had no thoughts at all.

He felt himself closer and closer, until ropes of warm, sticky fluid shot out of him and into her.

She moaned loudly, shaking and twitching.

”Ride this dick.” He commanded, smirked when she obeyed. He placed his hands behind his head, watching her bounce.

She was struggling, since her legs were already sore. She moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure as she bounced faster. He moved his arms, his hands slapping and resting on her ass. “You take it so damn well.” He grunted.

He helped lift her up, his hands gripping her hips after he senses she was in pain. “Good job, babygirl.” He gently set her back down before entering again.

Body & Blood seemed to be on repeat, since it was almost its 6th time playing. “I’m already so close again,” he said, pounding harder and faster. She screamed as they reached their climax, him thrusting so fast, and then they came together, it was a mess.

Daveed turned off the music, the only sound was them panting together. He was still hovering over her, his hands spread out on each side of her. He bent his arms, leaning down to capture her mouth in a loving kiss.

He slowly pulled out, her legs twitching after the action. “You were both wrong,” he whispered. “It’s about ten and a half.”

“So it’s thick and long?” She smirked. “We’ll have to do this more often.”

“I suppose you’re right.” He smirked back before landing a kiss on her cheek. “Come home with me.” He suggested.

“What?” She asked.

“We can’t stay here, and I want to take care of you.”

“Fine, but I want ice cream.”

He stood up, holding her hands to help her to her feet. Her legs shook, threatening to trip her. In the distance, they heard Eliza’s gasp. “Already done.” He said, clipping her bra back on. He gently tugged her normal shirt on, followed by her shorts. He dug through the pile of their costumes, and found a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

“You brought clothes with you?” She asked, her eyes narrowing in confusion.

He nodded as he tugged up his sweatpants over his boxers. “You want me to walk home dressed as Thomas Jefferson?” He raised an eyebrow at her.

“You don’t look bad as him.” He chuckled at her response before pulling her into a quick and passionate kiss.

“Wait, are you in birth control?” He asked suddenly. “I should have brought a condom.” He said, starting to panic.

“No, no, I’m on birth control.” She laughed. He instantly looked relieved. “Thanks for letting me hook up with you.” She whispered.

“Hook up?”

“Yeah… is there a problem?” She asked, her glance worried.

“No, of course not,” He chuckled nervously, opening the door. “I just… I thought you loved me for a second. Crazy of me, right?” He turned his head, concealing the expression on his face.

“I’ll see you later.” Daveed said as he walked away, leaving the door open for her to leave when she was ready. She ran out there, Daveed already about to turn to go downstairs.

“DAVEED!” She yelled. He perked his head up, towards her. She attempted to run to him, her legs giving out in the process. He rushed to her side, placing her head in his hand.

“Are you in pain?” he asked, inspecting her body. He pulled out a bottle of water and ibuprofen.

“Why are you carrying ibuprofen with you anyway?” she raised an eyebrow. She took a sip of water, swallowing a few pills as she waited for a response.

“I’ve been having some pain as well. In my neck.” He confessed. “You didn’t answer my question. Are you in pain?” she nodded.

“I wanted to tell you something.” She said, examining his face. He nodded as a signal to continue. “I love you.” Daveed stared at her, his gaze softening.

“Babygirl—“

“I mean it. I’ve liked you for years, even before we became friends.” She admitted, half expecting him to run away. Instead, he kissed her softly.

“I love you too. A lot. Since forever, too.” He confessed. He helped her to her feet, taking a moment to sink her presence in. He wrapped an arm around her waist, helping her walk. “Are you able to get downstairs?”

“I’m not paralyzed.” She said, slowly taking steps down.

“Is that a challenge, *last name*?” he joked. “I can go way rougher.”

She shivered but responded with, “You perv.”

They walked down the rest of the stairs, his hand still on her waist. They walk past Lin-Manuel Miranda who looks concerned.

“So, you two weren’t feeling alright, is that true?” Lin asked.

She and Daveed shared a quick glance, before she spoke. “Yes, yes, we were throwing up. We ate the same food.”

“I see. Throwing up to music, hmm?” He asked, his eyebrow raising.

“I was just showing her clipping.” Daveed cut in.

“Ah. Well everyone left already. Why didn’t you guys go home?” He said.

“We didn’t want to be a distraction.” She said. Lin stared at her legs, which were shaking.

“Your legs seem to be in pain… any explanation?” He said. “Look, I don’t wan’t you guys to lie to me. I’m not mad, it’s too late to be. I just want you to tell the truth.”

“Fine. We—“ She began, but Anthony walked past, interrupting.

“They fucked. I saw.” He sipped on a can of Coke, walking past nonchalantly.

“Is this true?” Lin asked them. They glanced at each other, and Daveed nodded his head. “It’s none of my business to scold you for that, but please don’t do it again when you’re needed on stage.”

“Thanks for understanding.” She told Lin. Daveed guided her to the door.

“Keep it in your pants next time, Diggs.” Lin joked. Daveed laughed at the joke, shaking his head.

“She makes it harder than you think.” He said to nobody in particular. He led her out to the his car, and opened the passenger seat door for her.

“I’m not completely helpless you know, I can still open a car door for myself.”

“I insist.” Daveed climbed into the drivers seat. He put the car into reverse, backing out from the parking spot. He began to drive onto the highway.

“So, about that ice cream.” She said, admiring his side profile.

He laughed and sighed. “Fine. Anything for my beautiful girlfriend.”

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Pick a rap song from a bad description: Part 2

Part 2 of the rap/hip-hop exploration we've been on, because one playlist just wouldn't have been enough.

Anyway, pick a song from a bad description! You do not have to recognize any of these songs. Go with whichever description strikes you as funniest. Whatever sparks your curiosity. Whatever makes you suddenly keen to listen to Romanian gangsta rap. Whatever works for you.

At the end of the week, I will put all of these songs into a playlist, from the song with the least amount of votes to the song with the most amount of votes. There will also be an extended playlist with more songs on it, because I just listened to too much really good shit trying to make these playlists, but I couldn't always come up with funny descriptions for all of it.

If you want to hear the playlist, either leave a comment or say something when you reblog, and I will tag you when the playlist is done. If you are absolutely desperate to know what a given song is, and you can't wait, shoot me an ask and I'll answer.

And please reblog the poll! Obviously for me, because then I get a lot of responses and it makes the playlist more fun for me, but also that way you and your mutuals can fall down a musical rabbit hole together. Trust me, falling down musical rabbit holes is a lot more fun when you're dragging someone with you.

[astralaffairs]

Don't mean to pressure you or anything but I really miss fotp and that last chap had me wanting to tear my heart open (TT)

If you're up for it, can I request for a short fluff abt mc and president t's marriage life? Or if you're still feeling villain-y, an angst will do! 😚

Hope you're having a fine dayyy, love all your works btw! 🫶🏻

astralaffairs villain era canceled. let me also refer u to late nights & speech writes for some president thom husband material

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“And where the hell have you been?” Strong hands grabbed Y/N by the waist the minute she locked the door behind her, and she squealed, stumbling over the hem of her long dress as she was pulled into a strong body. Rough wool scratched her bare shoulders. “‘S late. A woman like you shouldn’t be out all on your own like this. Who knows what coulda happened.”

Her laugh was breathless as Thomas kissed her neck, his stubble harsh against her skin, and her hands came to cover his as his arms wrapped around her waist. “Oh, please. I don’t think I’ve left the White House in the last 72 hours; I’m not exactly looking for trouble.”

“So why’ve you been out all night, hm?” He nipped at her earlobe, but she rolled her eyes. “Who’ve you been with all this time, sugar?”

“That Russian ambassador who did not want to hear that I have an early morning tomorrow,” she said dryly. “This is the worst part about state dinners. All the old men in the room still talk to me like I’m their young prospect rather than a peer in government who’s here as my job.”

“They’re all goddamn relics; don’t let ‘em get to you,” Thomas said. “They’re dinosaurs, and they’re gonna be dead in a few months, anyway.”

“At this rate, they’ll also be running entire countries when they’re on life support,” Y/N grumbled, and his laugh was sardonic.

“‘N they’re still gonna be tryin’ to hit on you when they’re hauling oxygen tanks around here behind ‘em.” He turned her around in his arms, and her drained expression made him frown. Her eyes looked empty. “‘M sorry you don’t get the respect you deserve at these events, though, sweetheart. Wish there was something more I could do."

"I don't expect you to be able to end all sexism in government, believe me," she said, reaching up to loosen his tie. "Doesn't help that they all see you as the ultimate guy's guy, though. Thomas Jefferson, the good all-American trust-fund baby who loves steak and baseball."

"Maybe I'll eat some tofu 'n take up figure skating," he suggested mildly as she slid her hands under the collar of his blazer, pushing it down his shoulders. He withdrew his arms from her waist for just long enough to shake the jacket off, discarding it on the chair by his desk in the corner. "I've always thought there was a whole lotta power in embracing the traditionally feminine."

"Sure you have," she scoffed. He grinned, taking a step back toward their bed with her in his arms as she started undoing the knot in his tie. "You regularly smoke cigars with foreign heads of state to celebrate national alliances. You're the epitome of the boys club."

"Hey, I smoke the cigars with women holdin' office too," he defended. She slid his tie out from the collar of his shirt.

"You're truly a feminist icon." The words were ironic as she pulled his button down out from where he'd tucked it into the waist of his pants, walking him back toward their bed all the while, and he raised an eyebrow.

"You're talkin' a whole lotta mess for somebody who's trying to undress me."

"You're not putting up much of a fight." She raised an expectant eyebrow, looking him in the eye as she undid his belt buckle, and when he pulled her close, she slid her hands up his chest. She fiddled with the top button on his dress shirt as he guided both of them through the final few steps between him and the foot of their bed.

"'N you're awful lucky I'm not." As he sat on the edge of the mattress, she stood between his parted thighs as he pulled her dress up her legs. "You just came home from a long night of work, 'n all you wanna do is objectify me? 'M a whole lot more than just a hot body, Ms. L/N."

Despite his words, when the hem of her dress was high enough for him to slide his hands under it, he pulled her onto the bed with him, straddling his lap as his hands ran up her bare thighs. She cocked her head to one side.

"You mean 'Mrs. Jefferson'?" she asked, and he grinned.

"Yeah, but I like it a whole lot better when you say it." He pushed her dress up her body until her hands covered his to pull it over her head, and although she didn't seem particularly concerned with where it landed, she suddenly felt very exposed in just her lingerie on his lap. His eyes didn't stray from her face, however. He pulled her closer by her bare waist, and her arms hung loosely over his shoulders. The open ends of his belt poked at her inner thighs. "Reminds all those Russian diplomats you're off the market."

"I have a feeling Nebenzya isn't trying to steal me away," she said, but Thomas shrugged. "With the way he talks about you, he might be hoping we're looking for a third."

"Unfortunately for Vasily, he wouldn't be at the top of my list," Thomas said, and Y/N's eyebrows shot up.

"Oh, you have a list, now?" she asked. He gave a lazy grin.

"Sugar, I've always had a list," he informed her, and she frowned. He kissed her downturned lips. "If we're working from the number one spot, though, we might have some trouble."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, I've got a feeling John Adams wouldn't be too amenable to the idea," he said frankly, and Y/N's surprised laugh was closer to a scoff. "'N I don't feel like we know John Jay well enough as a couple, so that's not gonna fly, but inviting Lafayette just feels like it'd make things weird between all of us."

"Is your whole list made up of men?”

“‘Course.” His answer was immediate, but her skeptical gaze didn’t waver. He ran his hands down her thighs. “You already know you’re the only woman I got eyes for.”

“You’re so corny,” she said softly, running her hands down his shoulders to his upper chest. She picked at the buttons on his dress shirt. "Better tone it down before I get the wrong idea and fall in love with you."

"Now, we certainly can't have that."

"Especially not now. I'm too busy to take a lover, I'm afraid," she said, working down the buttons on his shirt to reveal his bare chest. "I'm just married to my work these days."

"'N you mean that literally, don't you, Madam First Lady?" He undid his cufflinks when she finished with his buttons, and he slid them into his pocket. However, he didn't take the shirt off despite her pushing its fabric down his shoulders. Rather, he took her hands in his, lacing his fingers into hers. "You're just a regular Mrs. America."

"You're really gonna stop me from taking your shirt off after you got me down to my underwear?"

"If I let you finish undressing me, it's gonna be a while before we get to sleep," he said, and she shrugged innocently. "We've gotta be up again in five hours. We both oughta get some rest."

"Being the first couple isn't nearly as sexy as I hoped it'd be." She sat back on her heels, resting her hands on his legs, and he gave her a tired smile. "Take the rest of your clothes off and come to bed, at least. I feel like I've hardly seen you all week."

"Right now, I'm all yours," he assured her. "Lemme get up 'n get some pajamas, though. Put on something other than a full suit for once."

"Just sleep without them," she countered, and he raised an eyebrow. "I like the feeling of your skin against mine. Just makes me feel more connected to you, I guess."

"You're adorable." He kissed her on the forehead, his smile endeared, and she could feel the heat rising to the tips of her ears as he leaned back to take his shirt off. After he did, though, he pulled her in closer, picking her up by her thighs as he stood, and she yelped, grabbing onto his shoulders. When he deposited her on his side of the bed, he undid his dress pants, taking them off before joining her on the mattress.

He crawled atop her where she lay on her back watching him, and as he dipped down to kiss her, one hand slid under her back, and she arched up against him. However, as he kissed down her neck, he unhooked her bra and leaned back to slide it down her arms. When he discarded it onto the floor, she was watching him with wide eyes, but he only kissed her forehead before rolling off of her and pulling the covers over them both. He reached over to turn off the lamp at his bedside.

"For what it's worth," he murmured as he wrapped an arm around her waist, and she rolled onto her side, letting him pull her into his body, "we've got plenty of time to sleep in on Saturday morning."

"Oh, yeah?" She rested her arm atop his, lacing her fingers into his.

"Mhm." He kissed the back of her shoulder. "So Friday night, you better not come home too tired."

"I'm gonna need all my energy for when I find you and Adams in our bed, huh?" When his hold on her tightened, his cold feet brushed against her shins, and she shivered.

"Not this time, sweetheart," he promised. "Once I get you alone, you better bet I'm not sharing you."

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[intoxicatingimmediacy]

CLPPNG - 10 Years Later

Streamed live on 24 Jun 2024: a 10th anniversary celebration of Clipping's studio debut "CLPPNG", featuring a live interview and Q&A with Daveed Diggs, William Hutson, and Jonathan Snipes.

[hamiltonconfessions-but-better]

thought this was funny today doesn't rlly have much to do w/ Hamilton but oh well. so you guys know that sesame street daveed diggs rubber ducky song? Well I heard my little sister sing that song and I asked her if she knew who the guy singing it was. she said Thomas Jefferson -🕖

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