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Much Needed Break

Much Needed Break

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Black!Reader

Rating: 18+ SMUT (oral f receiving, unprotected sex, foreplay)

Requested: No

Summary: Starting to feel burnt out and Reader gets a surprise from Daveed.

Note: I’ve been writing like crazy y’all. These past few fics have been WIP’s that have been collecting dust on my laptop. I took a sick day earlier this week and have been finishing up these WIPs I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 3K

Whoever said being a Mom is a beautiful experience, fucking lied. Never in your life have you wanted to be more alone than this moment right now. Daniel had a meltdown in the middle of the store because they were sold out his favorite cereal and refused to pick a different one. Ari has been going through diapers like tic-tacs. The last pregnancy you couldn’t produce enough milk, now it seems like you had to pump every hour or you’ll start leaking through your clothes. You were still healing from your C-Section with Ari which made dealing with everything that much more painful. The plan was to have a home birth but Ari was breech which made you have the C-Section and pushed back you filming the newest season of Bridgerton.

“Maybe you need a break.” Jasmine suggested

“I mean Daveed’s movie premiere is tomorrow. We got a hotel for the night.”

“No, that is not a break. You need a getaway with your husband.”

“I don’t know, I don’t have the time and I feel like even if we do go on a trip, I’m gonna be too tired to do anything.” You’re finding it harder and harder to get up each morning, since Daveed is in the middle of filming his days were early and long. Meaning he wasn’t there to help you in the morning with the kids. You really didn’t want to hire anybody but maybe you need to, at least until you’ve finished filming.

“My Fenty came in today so I thought I could put it on and see what happens.”

“See what happens? Girl I ain’t know it was this bad. You need to get that back broke like a glow stick.”

“When do we have the time Jazz? Between the Bluey marathon or Gracie’s Corner?”

“That’s a start but I still think the two of you need a break. Mainly you.”

“We’re getting a hotel tomorrow.” You reasoned

“Girl, a break from the kids, LA, your house.”

“Maybe you’re right, I’ll talk to Daveed about it.”

“I am. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Alright girl, bye.”

You heard a car door shut, and eagerly ran downstairs to get ready. You’ve been missing, Daveed…a lot. Not only were you filming a show, but you’re also only four months postpartum, adjusting to being parents for two under the age of five, and Daveed filming his movie over seas, the time to be intimate was almost nonexistent. You went into the kitchen and poured yourself and Daveed a glass of wine before heading back upstairs to wait for him. The kids were asleep, candles were lit, you had a bath waiting for the two of you upstairs. You had everything planned.

You waited and waited for Daveed to come upstairs, but it’s already been ten minutes. You tried to stay awake but the exhaustion from your busy day took over and you fell asleep.

When you woke up, there was a blanket placed over you and the wine glasses from last night were gone. You got out of bed you glanced at the clock, and it was only 8:00 AM. You checked on Daniel and Ari, and they were already out of bed. Daveed must’ve taken them downstairs.

You walked into the kitchen, and you should’ve been grateful to see your husband making breakfast but the only thing you could think about is the mess he’s making while doing it.

“Morning! I didn’t want to walk you, Ari was fussy, so I gave her a bath. By then, Daniel was already up so I figured we’d get breakfast started.”

“We made you breakfast, Mommy.” Daniel smiled; face covered in syrup. Daveed smiled you tried to return it, but you walked over to the highchairs where your children were nestled safely, kissing their foreheads. You made yourself a cup of coffee and went to sit in the sunroom alone.

You were torn at your feelings; you’ve been waiting for the day when Daveed woke up with you and had breakfast as a family. The one thing you wanted to do right now had some peace and quiet to yourself. You’ve been in Mommy mode for the last three years and you were exhausted.  Not that Daveed wasn’t present, but you were the one who got the phone calls from daycare, took Daniel to the dentist and doctor. Ari was breastfed and since Daveed started filming soon after she was born, she was a “Mommy’s Girl”. Which left you very little time to be alone as Ari would refuse to go to anyone even sometimes Daveed.

“I made you a plate.” You turned to see Daveed standing in the doorway with a breakfast tray for you. You felt a pang of guilt, Daveed probably wanted to spend time with you but then you remembered that Daveed didn’t come to bed last night.

“Thanks.”    

“Babe—”

“What did you do last night when you came home?”

“I-I was uh…playing video games?”

“Why are you saying it like it’s a question, were you or weren’t you?”

“I was, it was a long day and I needed to unwind.”

“Okay, thanks for the breakfast.” You said, unsatisfied with his answer.

“Babe, I’m sorry I didn’t come to bed sooner. By the time I came up you were already sleep and I didn’t want to wake you. I didn’t know you had planned something—”

“It’s okay,” No it wasn’t. “Thanks for breakfast.” You grabbed the plate from Daveed.

“Babe,”

“Thanks for the breakfast.”

Daveed can admit it, his schedule has been busy for the past few weeks, to be honest, months. It’s taken time away from not only you but the kids. Not that you weren’t happy for him, his movie is expected to generate a lot of Oscar buzz and he has to do press. Daveed tried to make up for it by calling and facetiming you and the kids often, but that still doesn’t make you miss him any less or him feel less guilty. 

Today he was home, the official premier of his movie is tonight. The plan would be you and Daveed we get a hotel in the city with the kids. While you two were out, Nicolette and Jasmine were going to watch the kids. Then, back to the hotel for the night and check out the following morning. This would be the first night in a long time that you and Daveed were going out, just the two of you. You wished it wasn’t a LA movie premier but, nonetheless, it would be your fist night without the kids, sorta. You’ve never gotten dressed for an event with both Daniel and Ari though, you’ve done it plenty of times with Daniel but now you have him and Ari.

The easy going morning was short-lived as you stated getting ready to leave for the hotel. Daveed had gone to get something he needed from the store. You urged him to have it delivered but he just had to go. Leaving you with the kids. Alone. Again. You put both of them down for a nap so you could pack in peace. You were currently in Daniel’s room getting his bag together. A series of rapid knocks and the doorbell ringing pulled you out of your thoughts. You instantly groaned,

“Who the hell is that?” You mumbled to yourself. You dragged your feet down the hall and down the steps. You opened the door and weren’t ready to see your friends standing on the other side.

“What the hell?”

“Are you gonna invite us in or?” Nicolette asked.

“Uh, yeah come in. What are you guys doing we’re supposed to meet you at the hotel.”

“We know, Daveed called us last night.” Jasmine explained.

“Last night?”

“Yes, so go upstairs. Daveed’s gonna be here in like five minutes.” Jasmine urged.

“I’m not packed! I was getting the kids stuff together.”

“Daveed packed your bags for you. Put something on he’ll be here soon!”

You went upstairs to your bedroom and sure enough, Daveed had your bags packed you frowned at the luggage he used. Maybe he packed both of your things together. You threw on your favorite lounge set and some sneakers. You went back downstairs, luggage in tow to see Jasmine and Emmy playing with Daniel and Ari.

Not wanting to draw attention you waved silently left to meet Daveed outside. You smiled upon seeing your husband waiting outside the car for you. Forgetting about your luggage, you run up to Daveed and jumped into his arms.

“I’m sorry,”

“For what?”

“Being a bitch this morning.”

“I’m to blame for that, I know I haven’t been around—”

“It’s not your fault,”

“It kinda is, so we’re flying to France for the premier there.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, also I want to show off the woman that’s been holding me down for the last six years.”

“What about the premiere tonight?”

“We’re not going, we’re going to the airport tonight. But we only have five hours so I’m gonna send you off to your nails and hair done and then we’re going to the airport.”

“Daveed—” he cut you off with a kiss

“I’ll see you later. I’ll finish up here.”

Right after your pamper session, you and Daveed were on a first-class plane ride to France.

You still don’t know how Daveed managed to get this all set up in a little bit of time he had. Daveed prepared a full afternoon for you as soon as you landed, a private couple massage in the hotel room he booked, lunch brought to the room and a facial. The premier wasn’t until the next day, but Daveed wanted to pamper you to the fullest. He was out doing some last-minute things so you took this time to call Jasmine and Nicolette.

“Girl I wish I had a husband like yours.” Jasmie joked

“I know I might have to let him get some ass tonight. He’s been asking since we got together.”

“Girl you gonna have to do a split on it.” Nicolette teased

“Make a whole movie.”

“What’s your new Porn Star name girl?”

“Shut up, how are my babies?”

“Ari’s been up since 7:30, Daniel’s still sleep. We’re about to wake him up and give them breakfast.”

“Is Ari okay?”

“She was fussy last night but we got her to lie down. Daniel’s been fine, girl he hasn’t even asked about you guys.”

“That sounds about right, well I was just calling to check on you guys. Thank y’all so much.”

“Of course! We got you girl, go get dicked down tonight.”

“Oh my gosh, bye!” As soon as you ended the call Daveed entered the room. A fresh bouquet in hand

“Are those for me? Babe, this is entirely too much.”

“I don’t think it’s enough.” Daveed pulled you into a kiss

“Daveed, really this is just…thank you babe.”

“You deserve it.”

“What’s the plan for tonight?”

“Dinner at Substance and then you’ll see after.”

You were amazed at the attention to detail that your husband put into making you feel loved and appreciated in this little bit of time. Some how the two of you had a private dinner a in room away from everyone else. You haven’t spent this much time as a couple since before you had Daniel. Not that you weren’t grateful for the little family that you’ve made but you miss just spending time as husband and wife, but with your growing popularity and life it’s been difficult.

“Promise me, that we won’t lose this when we go back home.” You said

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I don’t want the only time we have time together…just the two of us is when you plan these elaborate getaways. I want alone time with you back in LA too.”

“I know I’m partially to blame for that…we’ll do better. I’ll do better to make sure we don’t forget about us.”

“It’s not just you, it’s me too. I love being a mom, but I don’t want to forget how to be the person you fell in love with.”

“Me either. I love you so much.”

“I love you too Daveed.” The two met in a loving deep kiss. You wrapped your arms around Daveed’s neck, he pressed his hand against the small of your back pulling you closer, as if that were possible. You pulled away first, breathing heavily.

“Make love to me, Daveed.”

Daveed’s lips never left your skin from time you left the restaurant to now laying against the bed while Daveed took his time undressing you. In the car leaving the restaurant, Daveed teased your clit over you lacy thong while sucking on your neck. You had to bite your lip to keep from moaning out loud in the car. It didn’t help in the elevator that Daveed was kneading your ass while waiting to arrive to your floor. His hands and moth were attached to you in some way, driving you crazy. He always stop just short of making you cum, edging you.

“Daveed,” you moaned impatiently

“Wait…” Daveed tenderly took the straps off your shoulders and shimmed the dress down your body happy to only see you wearing a black thong.

“Damn baby just a thong?”

“All for you.” Daveed attacked your neck before making his way to your breasts, taking one nipple in his mouth gently biting and sucking in it while he tugs on the other. You cried out in ecstasy, arching your back off the bed. Daveed switched to the other breast offering the same treatment. Your lift your hips, hoping to feel something.

Daveed makes his way down your body, avoiding where you want his mouth the most, instead he kisses your inner thighs.

“I love you so fucking much. You deserve the whole world and if I could give it to you I would. So perfect, beautiful, my wife.” You moaned at the praises mind too foggy to say anything. Daveed opens your legs and moans at the sigh before him, your thong soaking wet from the foreplay. He mouths at your clothed pussy, and you let out the most pornographic moan that went straight to Daveed’s dick.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“Daveed…please. I want you.” You breathed.

“You have me, baby.”

“Please…please.”

“Use your words, what do you want?”

“I want…I want your mouth on my pussy.”

“See, how hard was that?” Daveed moves your panties to the side and sucks on your clit. Your hands shoot to his hair, pulling on it, causing him to groan.

“Oh, fuck Daveed.” He opens your folds and starts eating you out like it’s his last meal. Daveed could feel your walks squeezing around his tongue, he pulled his tongue away and plunged three fingers in you finding that spot and went back to sucking your clit.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” You squealed as your juices flowed into Daveed’s awaiting mouth. You pulled him in for a passionate kiss, teeth clashing against each other. You moaned at the taste of yourself on his lips. Desperate for something, you began grinding your hips up against his to feel anything. You started tugging on his clothes, tired of being teased.

“Too many clothes.” Daveed smirked, he loved when you were fucked out and needy. He quickly took off his clothes and threw them to the floor. He hooked his hands under your legs and pulled you toward him. He grabbed his dick and rubbed his tip on your folds, you were so wet he could’ve just slipped his dick in but he anted to tease you some more.

“Make love to me. No more teasing.”

“Since you asked me so nicely.” Daveed slowly pushed in until he bottomed out. You moaned at the stretch, it’s been a while since you and Daveed were intimate, but you welcomed the slight pain. Daveed had to compose himself before moving, your pussy hugging his dick so nicely that he almost came at that moment. He placed your legs over his shoulders for a deeper angle making you both groan. When he started thrusting it didn’t take long for. The squelching of his dick going in and out of you was music to your ears. Some days, it was rough and hard, sometimes you only have time for a quickie, but now Daveed wanted to take his time with you and live in this moment forever. There was no rush, no Zoom interview, no five-minute commercial break, just the two of you in this moment.

“Daveed, Daveed,” You clawed at his back as you reached your peak, quicker than you wanted to. Daveed kept the same pace not wanting this to end, holding his own release at bay. You closed your eyes overtaken by the immense pleasure your husband was giving.

“Look at me,” Daveed ordered you opened your eyes and was met with Daveed’s intense stare. “keep looking at me, okay.” You nodded your head gasping as he kept fucking you into your next orgasm.

“Daveed, it’s too much.” Daveed’s slow deep stroke were killing you. You chanted his name over and over like a mantra.

“One more, just give me one more baby. I know you can do it.” Daveed’s thrust were getting sloppy as he was reaching his peak. One more thrust and you came together, your walls squeezing him as he came inside you. You both breathed heavily as you were coming down from your high. After a few moments, Daveed pulled out of you and pulled you close to him.

“Hey,” He breathed, you smiled softly.

“Hey. That was amazing.” You could see the compliment go to your husband’s head and rolled your eyes. You drew lazy circle on his chest.

“Thank you everything.”

“I should be thanking you and I’m sorry for not making you feel appreciated. I love you and I wouldn’t want to do life with anyone else but you.”

“I love you too Daveed.” You shared one final kiss before drifting off to sleep in the arms of your husband.

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Everyday

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader, Rafael Casal (as Miles Turner) x Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18 + , RPF. CURATE YOUR OWN EXPERIENCE. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE IF YOU READ BELOW THE CUT. Cursing, drinking, allusion to smoking weed, fantasy, truth or dare, role play, SMUT, Graphic Depictions of Sex, oral sex (M/F receiving), a lil bit of bondage, established relationship, fantasy play.

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“Ok, Dare.”

You steeled yourself from the query from Daveed.

“Which fictional character, real or animated, would you like to bone?”

Everyone burst out laughing.

“Real or ANIMATED????”  

You were cracking up laughing and buzzed, feeling good surrounded by your crew of friends who were family.

“Ok, I will answer both.” 

Rafa cleared his throat and settled back on the couch beside you. 

You sat up straight and he watched the curve of your breasts underneath the Oaklandish tee you stole from him that morning.

“Rafael is getting swole! Don’t worry Rafa. She will still come home to your everyday ass.”

“Shut up, Ant. You always got something to say.” You rolled your eyes.  “Everyday with Rafa is amazing.”

You leaned over and kissed Rafa’s lips, which were in a slight frown.  He didn’t like that word, ‘everyday.’

“You good?” You whispered so only you two could hear.

He smiled at you, “No doubt. Answer the man’s question!” Rafa said a little louder, bravado on fleek.

“ANYWAYYY.”  You shook your head at him as you straightened up.  “Max could get it.”

“Max who?” Jasmine was confused.  Then she realized, then leaned over Ant and Rafa to give you a high five.

“Max Who???” Daveed was curious.

“Goofy’s son. Max.”  

Everyone erupted in laughter again. Daveed got up and took the bottle out of your hand. 

“Enough of this.” 

You battled him, jumping up and swatting around D’s head. You won your drink back and sat down.

“As far as ‘real’ fictional characters…” You took a drink. And smiled. All eyes were on you.

“Miles Turner could rearrange my guts.” 

Anthony groaned. Rafa sat up straight. You took another drink . 

“For Real. Ruffnecks kinda do it for me.”

“Gotta who? Gotta have a what?”  Jazzy started rapping. You replied.

“Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck.” 

You two started dancing, rapping and singing with your drinks in your hands.

Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck

Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck

Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck

I need it and I want it so I gotta get a ruffneck!

Rafael pulled you down to sit on his lap and Jasmine kept dancing, right in front of Anthony.

Anthony sucked his teeth, but was smiling at Jazzy’s ass. 

“That’s cheating. I mean. That’s just Rafa. I mean, he bones you on the regular.” 

Ant smacked Jasmine on the bottom and took a drink before she plopped down next to him and he put his arm around her.

“You know it!” Rafa and Anthony toasted. 

“But I ain’t Miles.”  

Rafa took another sip of his Abasolo on the rocks.

“And it’s just a fantasy. Right baby.”  

Rafael rubbed your back giving you a look that made you tremble. Rafa felt your warmth on his lap. He grinned into his drink.

“Trueeee!”  

You smiled, trying to keep it light and calm the fuck down. Everyone always made fun of you two smashing in people’s bathrooms.

“You aren’t Miles. I didn’t know you when you were younger....” 

You locked eyes with Rafael, and the green fire there did something to you.  

“I think Rafa is Miles’s wasted potential.”

“Wow. That’s deep,” said Ant from a cloud of smoke.

You and Rafa were locked in an eye embrace as well as a physical one.  When he arched his eyebrow, you had to look away, because you couldn’t take it.  

“Y’all need to use my bathroom?”  More laughter.

You and Rafa both flipped Daveed off. 

“Nah, Diggs.” Rafa stood up with you in his arms.  “We’ll use our own. We out.”  

Your man carried you willingly out of the door.

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About two weeks later, you came home with some groceries, you were looking forward to a night in with Rafa.

You’d both been busy and tired lately, only available for maintenance sex. 

Rafa was running around creating all of his creative shit, and you worked in the writers room of a popular series.  Life was hectic.

He was sitting at the kitchen table, hands together on top. 

He was wearing blue scrubs over a white Henley and had his face turned to the side, staring out the window. You noticed that his hair was different.

“Hey, babe. Did you get a haircut? What’s wrong?”

He turned his face toward you and that’s when you noticed two more things. Rafael’s eye was black, and there was a tattoo on his neck.

THAT California tattoo. 

You were very concerned and a little confused. Concern came first in your mind.

“What happened to your eye?”  He gave you a strange look, then he spoke.

“A mutha fucka sneaked me in the yard, that’s what happened!”  

You stood still and had to register what was happening.

Rafa was wearing a grill, and his voice was different, in a lower register  and with a long drawn out, almost southern drawl. 

But it wasn’t southern. It was all Bay.

He stood up and walked toward you, and you noticed that his scrubs had “Prisoner” written in yellow letters down the right leg. 

You suddenly realized what was going on. 

Oh, Shit.

“Baby. You’re a sight for sore eyes.  It’s been a minute.”  

You’d left Rafael in bed this morning.  But it seemed that you came home to Miles.

“Hey,” was all you could say. 

Rafael/Miles gestured for you to come over to the table.  It was then you saw that he was handcuffed. 

A strange feeling came over to you.  He stood up, and you saw that his legs were shackled.  You went close to him and looked at his eye closely.

“Rafa?”

His face was fine, up close, you could tell it was makeup.

“You been to see Galaxy today?”  

You were peering at his neck and the Bay/California tattoo there.

He screwed up his face.

“Who tha fuck is Rafa? And what the hell you talking ‘bout space for?” 

He peered into your eyes, then looked around furtively.

“Babe. Are you high?”

The drawl was a whisper now.

“These muthafuckas’ll kick you out if they think you got drugs on you.”

You smiled at him, pecked him on the lips and replied. 

“No worries. I’m not high.” You sat down at the kitchen table and ‘Miles’ sat across from you. 

“As for Rafa? He’s this guy I know.  Had a nice… conversation with him the other night.”  

You looked into his eyes to see if he would crack.  But your man was a pro.  

He huffed.  “Psshhht.  You MUST be high talking to another dude. What kinda name is Rafa anyway. Sounds like some hipster trash.”  

He peered at you again, anger radiating off of him.

Damn, he was good.

“Tell me what the fuck you mentioning some other muthafucka to my face while I’m locked up in here! Every day.” 

He pounded his bound fists on the table in front of you and made you jump.  It also made you wet as fuck.

He gestured with both hands (because they were handcuffed) to the nice kitchen that you loved to cook in, but that you were now seeing through his performance as a prison visitation room. 

But you were still shook.

“R, R, Rafael is a beautiful artist. He’s a poet. He’s gentle, and kind. And a wonderful lover.” 

Miles glared at you. You stuttered again.

“I-I imagine.”

He gave you a menacing smile and leaned back in the chair, pushing his crotch up in your direction.  Your eyes were drawn there.

“So you imagining fucking another muthafucka and decide to come visit me and tell me about it?”

You got into it.

“Well….I miss you Miles. But it gets hard. Not being able to be with you.”

He leaned forward, bearing his teeth.

“Don’t fucking tell me about it.  Here I am jacking off with leftover chicken grease from the kitchen at night.  Got my dick smelling like a Popeye’s chicken sandwich in this bitch.”

“Ew,” you said, disgusted, then you started giggling at the joke.

Miles pouted and sat back.

“ ‘S not fucking funny!”  He looked out the window again. 

“I shouldn’t even tell you about the surprise.”

You straightened up.  “What is it babe?”

You put your hand on his and he caressed yours with his thumb.  He looked at you, excited and mischievous now.

“I got us a conjugal visit.”

Your mouth dropped open, fully into it now.

“But I thought that was just for married couples, Miles…”

“I know, I know.” He leaned forward and looked around again.  “But I got me a side hustle.”

He shifted his eyes as he scanned the empty room.

“I make sex packets outta the leftover chicken grease from my job in the kitchen. Make a KILLING in oatmeal cream pies, ramen noodles, cigarettes and other tradeable currency.  I made enough to buy us a conjugal visit, girl.”

He leaned back, very satisfied with himself, his hands now on his lap, rubbing his crotch.  

Your eyes were drawn there again and you found yourself irrationally wondering how big his dick was. He had you caught up in this fantasy.

“Let’s go to the trailer and I’ll make you forget all about this Raja guy.” Miles winked at you.

“It’s…”  You saw the look on his face.  “Nevermind. Let’s go.” 

He stood up again, and shuffled his way to the bathroom, you at a safe distance behind him. 

He entered the bedroom and shuffled to the bed, sitting down on the edge. He gestured you to him and you went and stood before him.

He put his nose in your crotch.

“MMMmmmmm. I missed your smell Baby. It’s been too long. He lifted his hands and put them on the insides of your thighs. He pulled back and looked at you, green eyes staring into brown.

“The guards left the key over there. That is, if you wanna get me out of these.” He nodded toward the 

He trailed his hands up to your pelvis, managing to hook one set of fingers into your waistband and still have another at your apex.

He ran his fingers over your jeans right where it counts. This kind of petting felt good and made you want more. 

You let him play for a little while, but then pushed him back to sit and watch you. 

You peeled down your jeans to reveal a white satin thong. Rafael loved white against your coffee brown skin, but tonight, Miles would benefit. You stood there in your button-down shirt, that was really Rafael’s. 

Miles’s hands went to his crotch again as he eagerly watched.

“You seem to be doing pretty well all hemmed up, but let me see.”

You went to the dresser to retrieve the key, and you did, then turned around and put it in your mouth while you slowly unbuttoned the shirt.

Miles leaned back on the bed and opened his legs as far as the shackles would let them go, licking his lips as you disrobed.

You were wearing a white lace bra, your dark nipples and areola straining through the delicate material.  You were very excited at the entire scenario. 

The fact that Rafa was doing this for you because he remembered what you said on a drunken night weeks ago was the shit.

You dropped to the ground and crawled over to Miles’s feet jutting your ass up in the air as you unlocked the shackles.

You massaged his ankles and trailed your hands up his legs to his crotch, where you rubbed the hardness there.

“It’s been so long that you’ve been locked up, Miles.”

You raised up on your knees, loving the feeling of his eyes sweeping over you.

“I’m gonna give you the world’s best blowjob.”

Miles smiled at you.

“Aw, baby. That’s so cute.”

“I’ll show you cute.”

You were about to give your own performance.

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Five minutes later, you were gargling his cock, relaxing your throat and taking him as deep as you could, nose nestled at his base, and gently pulling and kneading his balls.

Someone moaned, and you didn’t know if it was Rafa or Miles.  He bucked his hips up into your mouth while resting his cuffed hands in your hair.

“As much as I would love to … fuck baby… cum down your throat.. I need that… damn where’d you learn to do that?!... I need that pussy.  Unlock the cuffs, baby.”

His cuffed hands were in your hair, alternating between massaging your scalp and pulling your hair the way you loved it. 

The way Rafael invented. 

You smiled around his cock with the knowledge that what you were doing was making him slip out of character.

You pulled your head upward, mouth open, allowing the saliva to trickle out with his dick. 

He looked at you like he couldn’t believe how nasty you were being. He was mesmerized. You looked a mess, eye makeup running, lipstick smudged, spit all over your face. 

Your dream man loved it.

“Am I ‘cute’ now?”

“Fuck no. You’re so goddamn beautiful.”

You smiled and quickly reached behind you and unclasped your bra, taking your breasts in your hands and pushed them up around his dick.

“See, if you unlock these cuffs, I’ll handle things the way they need to be handled.”

You just smiled up at him while you manipulated your breasts around him, knowing that he could not control his hips fucking into your cleavage.

“I got it under control.” You stuck your tongue out to tease his tip as it neared your face, lubricating it with your saliva.

“Fuck, baby.  I wanna fuck you so bad. It’s been so long…”

This entire scene was just about the hottest thing ever. You were breathless, dripping, and quivering with anticipation. But you didn’t want it to end so soon.

“How long ‘xactly?”

“Shit, 5 months of being here and jacking off to memories of you everyday.  I need to see that ass and fuck that pussy, babyyyy. Please.”

Those eyes.

Those words. 

The acting. 

Miles. 

You had to relent.

You reached for the key where you dropped it on the floor and unlocked the cuffs.

“Fucking finally!”  Miles rubbed his wrists as he stood up, stripped his shirts off and his pants the rest of the way.

“On the bed, let me see that ass up.” 

He smacked it about three times each and then rubbed it as you did as you were told. 

Miles trailed his hand from your ass up your spine to your shoulder and then pushed your head down further into the bed.

“That’s a girl.” Your back had that perfect arch.

He got behind you and swiped his hardness up and down your slit, teasing you with the head of his dick.

He grabbed your hand and brought behind your back, and very swiftly the other, and before you knew it, your hands were cuffed behind you, head in the bed and Miles was entering you swiftly.

“Fuuuuck! How does it feel?”

You couldn’t speak. The thrill of Miles’ dick inside you and being cuffed had you ready to cum already.

His stroke game was on point, as if he was fucking you to a brand new rhythm- Allegro. 

Strangely, it was different than Rafa had ever been.

That was blowing your mind.

Miles tugged on the metal restraints and the slight pain in your shoulders and wrists, combined with the thrill of this roleplay, made you release, all over him and the bed.

“Shit girl, you really are glad to see me.” That drawl got you ready to peak again.

“Oh fuck yeah, Miles, oh shit, oh shit.” Your pussy was clamping down on him at the thought of Miles Turner having his way with you.

“Shit, I’m cumming with you, hold up.”  

Rafa tried to slow down, but you did that thing with your pussy and he couldn’t help it.  His hips drove his dick inside you until it pulsed and started to flow, and then he pulled out.

“Turn over baby.”

You leisurely moved to turn over, and he motioned you down to the end of the bed, moving the pillow where he wanted your head.

“I need in between those legs, baby.  I need to see you, I need to surround me with you.”

You positioned yourself at the end of the bed, your braids hanging over the edge.

Miles gave you a forehead kiss as he got between your thighs, and pumped himself a couple of times as he aligned with you.  

He leaned down and pulled at your nipple with his mouth, moaning when you moaned, moving his eyes appreciatively down your body and keeping his eyes where you were about to join.

The look on his face when he entered you was very hot, and you found your pussy squeezing his cock in appreciation. It seemed magically somehow bigger, and all of your senses were alive as he started moving.

“That’s my beautiful baby. You’re so fucking tight. Don’t push me out, let me have the glorious pussy. Damn girl, this pussy, those thighs, your curves, these tits. What did a man like me do to deserve you. You’re such a fucking sweet princess for me…”

You were astounded. Missionary was far from your favorite position because you seldom came that way, but the way Miles was whispering praise in your ear and the total fantasy was getting you there. 

Quickly.

He watched your face and adjusted his pace in response to your cries, and that knowledge made you start to come. When your eyes rolled back in your head, that’s when he knew.

He pulled your hair back and sucked the shit out of your neck as you came, and he released inside you.  You wrapped your legs around him and held him as he shivered with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Your lover rolled off of you and you snuggled into his arm. He lay there and held you as you tried to process.

“That was… wow.” You weren’t sure who to address, Rafa or Miles. Irrationally you felt you were in love with both.

He just chuckled at you, and gave you another forehead kiss.

“I’m going to enjoy a shower.  Goodbye for a while, baby.”

You grinned. “Bye Miles.”

He pecked you on the lips and you watched him go into the bathroom.

You rolled over on your back and tried to organize your thoughts. How would you write this?

Thoughts of writing this scene chased you into sleep.

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You woke up to Rafael, grill and tattoos gone, freshly out of the shower and in a towel, gently trying to pull you from sleep.

“C’mon.”  

You let him get you up and into the bathroom to a hot bath.  You let him tenderly clean you up and then get you out of the tub and dry you off. You were more tired than you thought.

“You hungry?” You walked into the kitchen in a towel behind him.

Rafa had put the groceries up and was holding up takeout menus. He was truly magical. You smiled, nodded and told him what you wanted.

45 minutes later, you were in his softest Oaklandish tee and you were curled up on the couch in the living room together, food containers spead out on the coffee table.

You felt totally in sync with this amazing man.

“I loved tonight.”

He smiled softly back at you.

“Had to give you your fantasy since you help me live mine. Every day.” 

He leaned over and kissed you.  He looked you intensely in the eyes. Those green pools had you trapped.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Rafael.”

Your fantasy had been Miles, but your reality was Rafael. 

And that was fantastic. 

Everyday.

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[alice-dont-break]

i... dont really know how to introduce this one other than.. have fun ig? sorry! also for my mental health if you hate this please dont tell me lol ok bye

the accident | jas x reader blurb

cw: car accidents, drunk driving mention, grief, idk it’s just really depressing

Whimpers and babbled phrases screeched through the phone and tugged at all of Jasmine's heartstrings. "Babe? Babe, can you please slow down?" Her pleas fell on deaf ears, as your storm of cries without consonants rained down. The only loose words Jasmine could grab onto ignited the current flowing between the magnets in each of your chests, drawing you together with an unavoidable pull: "sister", "accident", and "hospital". Jasmine's lungs began to heave as she blinked away subconscious tears that she simply didn't have time for. She needed to get to you now.

When Jasmine burst through the threshold of the sterile hospital waiting room, her eyes locked on onto you - your tapping foot, your curls that cascaded down from where your head had been buried between your knees, the white knuckled hands you used to hug yourself that she now needed to replace with her own.

You couldn't see her though, not yet. Your eyes were too busy blinking away tears that now felt more like an annoyance than any expression of emotion, and memorizing every speckle on the vinyl floor. It wasn't until her hand warmed a patch of your middle back that the room outside of your plastic chair flooded back into existence. Your shoulder flinched for a moment, but the familiar scent of shea butter extinguished the flames on your nerve-endings before you could pull away. Your Jasmine was here now.

Vague murmurs filled the space between you, but your brain had no spare capacity to process them. Her words would be sweet, as they always were, but you couldn't quite reach them through the fog. Instead you focused on her hand; her outstretched fingers cradling your jaw while her thumb brushed across your cheek back and forth, perhaps to wipe away tears drops or perhaps just to give you some soft touch to contrast with every fist you felt barreling into your gut.

When the warmth on your cheek finally pried your eyes open, your downward gaze landed on Jasmine where she kneeled on the floor. Her tight frown relaxed into neutral with a tiny sigh; to call it relief would be too bullish, but it was something. "Hi, baby," she whispered.

Your lips parted, as you hoped the thunderstorm of emotions in your mind would simply fall out, but you had no such luck. You were silent, save for a strangled moan that told Jasmine everything that she already knew. Her thumb rubbed over your cheek, harder this time. She wasn't just soothing you, she was trying to communicate with the small gesture, saying something along the lines of "I'm here". Craving more of the only comfort your body could understand right now, you flopped your head to the side so Jasmine could bear the weight. As your eyes flickered shut so you could focus on soaking up all that warmth, Jasmine began to scan the room.

This waiting room was small, and only a couple other seats were occupied. Your parents weren't here. Just as she opened her mouth to ask if they were here somewhere, she remembered they couldn't be. You'd mentioned they were both out of town for business trips. You had been here alone.

A sign on the adjacent hallway read "Trauma Surgery Recovery Wing", which gave her another clue. Jasmine's was earnestly trying to put as many pieces together as possible to avoid asking you questions that you weren't in a state to answer. She hadn't realized you'd opened your eyes again, until a timid whimper escaped your lips to capture her attention. Your eyes fixed on hers as you tried to tell her what you needed, even though you yourself didn't know.

"Sweetheart, what can I do?" Jasmine's voice wavered though she fought the anxiety creeping up her throat. She needed to be strong to protect you, but she didn't know what she was up against. "Water? Or... or should I get a nurse to talk to us? Or -"

"Stay," you murmured, "please just stay with me."

With a quivering lip, Jasmine nodded and climbed onto the seat next to you. She never let her hand leave your knee until she was settled and pulling you into her chest, draping your legs over hers and rubbing her hands on your middle back.

The arm wrapped around your shoulders and the hands with a snug grip on your tricep and knee were your only tethers to reality. You were so lost, drowning in the tears that flooded your eyes though still refusing to fall, that you needed a reminder even just to breathe. Luckily, the tender press of Jasmine’s lips to your temple, repeating over and over at a steady rhythm, provided just that.

"I-it's going to be okay, babe, I d-don't know how, but I've got you," she whispered, nuzzling her cheek against the side of your head, "I've always got you."

Perhaps it was the solace you find in an embrace that felt like safety, or perhaps your body was just too weary to fight any longer, but regardless her words unleashed everything you'd been suppressing since you received that phone call from the police. Your sister's car was hit by a drunk driver, and now you were crying hysterically in your girlfriend's arms while your big sister, your role model, your best friend fought for her life in emergency surgery.

[hamiltonimagines]

You’re Really Pretty

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Request: “I really like your daveed fics, and I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is super flirty and always flusteres daveed” - @sweettreepersonabiscuit

Word Count: 1.4k

I heard my doorbell ring. Tonight I was having a party with all of the Hamilton cast, to celebrate opening night, which was yesterday. I was in the ensemble and performing the show for the first time with an audience was spectacular and electric.

Most of the cast was already here and I had music playing on the speakers. There was also a lot of drinking going on, so this would for sure be an interesting party.

I quickly ran over to the door and opened it.

I saw Daveed standing there. “Hey D, you made it” I said pulling him into a hug. He took a second to react, but then wrapped his arms around me.

We pulled away and I could see that he was a blushing a tiny bit. Here was the thing, I had a thing for Daveed, I’d liked him for a while now. I started to fall for him during rehearsal and those feelings had only gotten stronger.

I flirted with Daveed quite often, in hopes that he would notice and realize I liked him. I also was a pretty outgoing person and I totally felt comfortable acting a little flirty.

“You look really handsome” I said as I invited him in. “Oh...uh...thank you, you look...nice...too” he said, fumbling with his words. Daveed always acted a little weird around me, but I never knew why he did it.

He looked like he felt awkward, so I tried to change the subject. “Daveed, would you like to dance with me?” I asked him.

“Wait what?” He asked, and he froze. “Do you want to dance with me?” I asked, slower this time. “Um yeah sure” he said.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the living room where most of the dancing was happening. I put my arms around his neck. “Is this okay?” I asked him. He just nodded. “Here let me help you” I said. I took his hands and placed them on my hips and then put my hands back where they had been.

Daveed looked scared out of his mind. “Daveed, it’s okay. I’m not a porcelain doll, you can actually hold onto me, I promise” I reassured him. That seemed to calm him down. “So how have you been?” I asked him. He started talking about his day and he seemed more comfortable and the conversation flowed naturally. I guess he was fine as long as we were talking.

As we kept talking, he started to hold me closer and closer to him and it felt amazing to just be in his arms.

Then I saw Anthony walk over to us. “Well don’t you two look cozy” Anthony said, smirking. Then, Daveed froze and said “oh I have to go talk to Lin” and walked away quickly.

I lightly hit Anthony’s chest, “why would you do that?” I asked him. “You should of seen you two, you looked just like a couple” Anthony said. “Well you know we’re not a couple and you also know I like him. And he always acts nervous around me and I finally had his walls down” I told him.

“He acts all nervous because he likes you Y/N” Anthony said. I rolled my eyes and said “Okay yeah right”. Everyone in the cast had insisted that Daveed liked me, but I knew it couldn’t be true.

“Come on Ant, you have to be kidding. There’s no way” I told him, confidently. “You’ll figure out I’m right eventually. But for now, will you dance with me? You’re my best friend and Jas is too busy talking to Pippa and Renée” he asked me.

Anthony was always my dance partner for scenes in the show. So naturally, whenever the cast hung out, we ended up dancing. He was my closest friend in the cast and we got along so well.

“I would, but I think I should find Diggs. You scared him away” I said, giving him a hug and then leaving to find Daveed.

I walked around and didn’t see him. I walked into the kitchen and saw him leaning on the counter talking to Oak.

“Hey Y/N” Oak said. “Hey Oak, do you mind if I steal Daveed for a minute?” I asked him. “Yep, he's all yours” Oak said. I grabbed Daveed’s hand and dragged him out of the kitchen.

“You’re too pretty to be hanging in there where no one can see you” I told Daveed and he didn’t reply. I pulled him into my bedroom and closed the door. “Hey...um what...are we doing?” He asked, his voice shaky.

“Relax, we’re just going to talk” I said placing my hand on his chest to calm him down. I walked over and sat on the end of my bed. I patted next to me and he came and sat down.

“Can I ask you a question Daveed?” I asked, while I held his hand in mine, trying to calm him down. “Yeah of course” he replied. “Why are you always so nervous around me?” I asked him, genuinely interested.

“What do you mean? I don’t act nervous around you” he said, tensing up. “Come on Daveed, you’re acting all nervous right now. We’re friends, right? So why do you always get tense when we talk?” I asked him.

“That’s exactly why I get nervous” he said quickly. “Because we’re friends? Are you saying you don’t want to be friends with me?” I asked, a little confused.

“No, it’s that we’re just....nevermind” he said, dismissing it. I turned to face him completely, sitting criss cross on the bed. I turned him and made him do the same. I held both his hands and said “please just talk to me, you can tell me anything”.

“I can’t tell you why” he said, turning back so he wasn’t facing me. “You can’t get away that easy” I said, I crawled over and sat on his lap, straddling him.

He started to blush and wouldn’t make eye contact with me. I held his chin and moved it so he was looking at me. “Why do I make you so nervous Daveed?” I asked him.

“Because you’re really pretty” he mumbled under his breath.

“Daveed Diggs....do you have a crush on me?” I asked him, in shock. “Maybe” he whispered and quickly looked at the floor.

“Well then it’s your lucky day, because I have a crush on you too” I said kissing his cheek. His eyes quickly met mine. “Really?” He asked me, sounding very excited. “Yes really, you dork” I said, giggling.

He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. I gladly accepted the hug and hugged him back. He held on like he might lose me if he let go. Then we finally pulled away.

“Daveed, can I kiss you?” I asked him. “Yes please” he said under his breath. I placed one hand on the side of his face and leaned in and slowly connected our lips. He kissed me back instantly. It was slow and sweet and then he slip in his tongue. I felt him smirk against the kiss and for the first time he didn’t seem tense.

I lightly pushed him back on to the bed. I was still straddling him and I laid kisses all along his jawline. He tightly held on to the back of my thighs. I connected our lips and he kissed me back with a passion I had never seen from him.

Then we both heard the door swing open. I jumped off of him and we both looked toward the door and saw Anthony and Oak standing there.

“I told you Daveed was getting laid tonight” Anthony said. “Come on man, if you kept your hands to yourself, I wouldn’t owe Anthony fifty bucks” Oak said, groaning.

Anthony ran over and gave me a kiss on the cheek, “thank you thank you thank you, I’ll split the fifty bucks with you”. “Um you’re welcome?” I said, unsure.

Then Oak dragged Anthony out and told him to “give the lovebirds some room”. They closed the door on their way out.

“Did you kiss me, just to win a bet?” Daveed asked me, hurt in his eyes. “No no no I swear, I didn’t know about their bet. I kissed you because I wanted to kiss you” I said, laying a quick peck on his lips.

“We should probably get back out there, before they spread what they saw around” Daveed said grabbing my hand. “Maybe we could introduce you as my boyfriend to the rest of the cast, I mean they’ll figure it out eventually” I proposed. “Yeah I like that idea” he said leaning in and kissing me slowly.

[elocinnicole]

To Have and To Hold

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Black!Reader

Rating: M for alcohol use and language 18+ Minors DNI

Word Count: 2K

Summary: It’s Daveed and Reader’s wedding day

AN: The Reader’s sisters are, Mara, Fatima, and Kalani. The narcissistic mother is back. I feel like Daveed would have a boho type of wedding especially based on his and Emmy’s AD House Tour. It’s giving very electric Boho and a hint of glam.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

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Antigua

You woke that morning and didn’t know how to feel. This is your wedding to the love of your life. Those three years seemed to fly by and here you are in Antigua getting ready for the rest of your life.

“It’s your wedding day bitch!!” Jasmine said as she, Amber, and your sisters stormed into your bedroom bottles of champagne in hand.

“I’m getting married!” You cheered excitedly Your sister, Mara popped open the champagne and poured everyone a glass.

“Good thing y’all having an evening wedding cause we getting litty and we gonna sit pretty like a titty.” Fatima said raising her glass and everyone cheered as they all raised their glasses, toasting to your new chapter in your life.

“You not a hot girl anymore sis,” Kalani teased

“Um, yes I am.”

“Sis, have you looked at your Instagram, your post is blowing up.” Amber showed you her phone and yours widened, you had almost 500,000 likes. You and Daveed had both posted your newest tattoos on your ring finger, yours had his first initial and he had yours. Of course, all the comments were about if you guys had gotten married or you were engaged to each other. That’s why you opted to get married overseas, you knew getting married in New York would not grant you the privacy that both of you wanted. You haven’t even made it public that you’re engaged which was extremely hard, but it’s not something you haven’t done before. When you were pregnant with Daniel, both you and Daveed didn’t announce it to the public until you were well into your third trimester.

“I’m about to mute the post. I do not need that going off all day,”

“Have you heard from Daveed?” Kalani asked

“No, not since someone made me block my fiancé!” You said giving Jasmine a pointed look

“You’re welcome, you’re not supposed to talk to your fiancé 24 hours before the wedding and I’ll do it again, too.” She shrugged

“Alright, ladies,” Mara started “we are on a tight schedule, it’s time for breakfast, and then we have our massages and then it’s hair and makeup.”

You sat in the makeup chair and you were getting your hair done first since you were wearing your hair natural. Luckily the resort had black hairstylists and makeup artists to do yours, your stepmom, Barbara’s, and your bridesmaids' hair. Well, all except Fatima, who insisted on doing her hair. Daniel was not far from you, sitting on his play mat playing with his toys. You were thankful for your stepmom, Lisa, and Barbara for keeping Daniel busy while you got ready. Watching Daniel with the two of them made you think of your mom and the fact that she wasn’t there.

Amber looked over at you and could see you fiddling with your fingers something that you did when you were nervous.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked pulling you out of whatever space you were in.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Amber gave you a look, not believing a word you were saying. You sighed heavily leaned in as close as you could without disrupting the makeup and hairstylists

“I haven’t talked to my Mom since the whole wedding dress thing. It’s been mainly surface stuff but nothing about what happened. She RSVP’d to the wedding but she didn’t show up for the rehearsal.” You said trying to hold back the tears

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay. I know there’s nothing I can say that will make you feel better but Ms. Lisa is here, Ms. Barbara is here—”

“And we here bitch!” Kalani shouted from the other side of the room.

“The people that need to be here, are here and frankly if she’s not here then she’s gonna miss out on one of the best weddings of the year and that’s on period,” Amber said, that last part making you laugh.

“You guys are gonna make me mess up my makeup.” You exclaimed fanning your eyes.

“Here she go crying again,” Mara teased

“Someone get her a napkin like that girl Candiace from that Housewives show,” Fatima added, your sisters laughed as you flipped them off. Your phone rang for what felt like the fifth time. You blindly reached for your phone and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Skye I’m not sure if you know this but your Mom just came to the venue and she brought someone with her.”

“Excuse me? Tell her she can’t do that, she already has a plus one.” You said a little too loudly, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

“Yeah, he is her plus one.”

“Who the hell is it?”

“She said it’s someone named Brandon, an old family friend.” You groaned in frustration, wanting to throw your phone across the room.

“Tell her to come to my room, is she still there?”

“Yes, she’s trying to help with setting up. I’ll send her to you.”

“Thanks.”

“What happened?” Your stepmom asked

“My Mom brought a plus one to the wedding that I didn’t invite.” You said not wanting to mention the other part

“It’ll be okay, this is still your wedding day. Nothing, literally nothing can ruin it.” Barbara insisted You nodded wanting to believe your mother in law but knowing your mom, you don’t know what to expect.

“Thanks, Barb,” There was a knock at your door and you knew it was your Mom. Kalani opened the door and in she walked, fully dressed…for an evening wedding…at noon.

“Hi everyone,” Diane greeted you rolled your eyes, Fatima gave you a look before your mom came rushing over.

“Hey, sweetie!” Diane said reaching out to hug you but you backed away

“Mom, they’re doing my hair and makeup.”

“Oh, right. I’m so sorry I missed the rehearsal last night.”

“It’s okay, Skye will tell you what to do. Mom, can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah sure.” You excused yourself from the rest of the group and walked into your suite making sure to close the door.

“Um, why did you bring Brandon?”

“I thought it would be a nice surprise.”

“Mom, why would bring my ex before I met Daveed to my wedding?” Diane simply shrugged her shoulders.

“I figured he would want to see you.” You inhaled sharply not having the mental capacity to deal with the situation.

“You know what, this is above me. Mom, can you get your hair and makeup done please? We only have two hours before we have to take pictures and my makeup isn’t even done yet.” You brushed past your mother and continued to get ready nothing else could mess up your day.

Diane followed you and went straight to Daniel, picking him up.

“How’s Nana’s baby?” Diana cooed “Y/N, have you seen the skin by his ear? It looks like eczema,”

“Yes, mom I know it’s eczema. He’s having a flare-up because of the weather change.”

“And you’re just gonna let him have a flare-up? Where’s his medicine, I’ll do it, that’s right Daniel, Nana will fix that up for you.” You moved to stand up but Mara placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Oh look, let’s hand her the Grandma of the Year Award,” Barbara muttered under her breath.

“Can I un-invite her?” You said to Lisa

“No, it’s only for a few more hours.”

“You know, I’m your mom, Y/N so I’m only saying this to help. You should really get on Daniel’s eczema, it’ll leave a scar all over his skin.”

“Thanks, Mom, but I got it. I haven’t gotten around to putting it on him. Besides, Oak is coming to get him soon so I can get ready.”

“Why? Daniel can stay,”

“No, he’s going with the guys for pictures.”

“Mhm, that doesn’t make sense to Nana, no it doesn’t Daniel.” She cooed passively aggressively

“Well, it makes sense to her,” Barbara said defensively

Daveed stood in front of the mirror in his all-beige tux, his hair braided up out of his face. Rafael came up behind and smiled at his best friend.

“Man you about to get married!” Rafael said

“You sure about that? The getaway car is running right now.” Daveed’s brother, Malcolm, teased

“Nah, I’m sure about this one.” He smiled fondly thinking about you, he can’t wait until he sees you. The door opened to reveal Oak carrying a sleeping Daniel

“I've returned with the package.” He joked before placing him on the sofa

“Thanks, man, is he sleep?”

“Out like a light, by the way. I don’t know how he was sleep, that room is nothing but mimosas, shea butter, and 90s R&B.”

“Man I’m used to it, Y/N’s sisters stayed coming over at our old place when Daniel was first born it was like that every night.”

“You know I always say this, but I’m truly happy for you,” Malcolm said

“Thanks, bruh, I’m lucky to have met Y/N in the first place.”

“Don’t fuck this up man,” Rafael added handing everyone a glass of scotch

“I don’t plan on it, and can you stop cussing around my kid,” Daveed said confidently

“He’s sleep,”

“What if he can still hear? Y/N would kill me if he dropping the f-bomb all over the place.”

“Babies can still hear in they sleep?” Oak asked, genuinely curious

“Shit, I don’t know, maybe in their subconscious.”

“That’s not the point, a toast to Diggs and the end of shots out of the Grammy,” Daveed rolled his eyes at Rafael

It was about a half-hour before the ceremony and you were getting those pre-wedding jitters. You really wanted to talk to Daveed, he always knew how to calm you down. You were talking to Barbara when Lisa walked out of the suite with a weird look on her face.

“What’s going on?” You asked

“Don’t freak out.” She started

“What’s going on?” You asked again

“Um, Diane’s wearing white.” That’s all you needed to hear before seeing red. You kicked your heels off and stormed into the room ignoring Barbara and Lisa calling your name. There she was in not only a white dress on your wedding day but a god damn evening gown, with a train. Enough was enough, if you didn’t say anything to her now, she would ruin your day.

“What the fuck is your problem?” You demanded

“Is there something going on with you?”

“Why are you wearing white?!”

“It’s just a joke Y/N. Don’t be so sensitive.”

“That’s not a joke Mom, you’re wearing white on my fucking wedding day!”

“Watch your mouth!”

“Mom, I’m trying. I’ve been trying since you got here from your snide comments to inviting Brandon, and now this? Enough is enough, you and your little piece of a plus one need to get out of this resort. You’re not coming to my wedding.”

“You don’t mean that,”

“No, Mom, I do, I want you to leave. Now.”

“You know what. I’m not gonna be here forever, one day I’ll be gone can you really live with not your mother at your wedding? The most important day of my life?”

“That’s the thing, Mom, it’s my Day. Not yours.” Your mom huffed before she stormed out of the room slamming the door shut.

A few moments later, your sisters came into the room, a sympathetic look on their faces.

“Sis…”

“Can someone get Daveed?” You asked trying not to cry

“But you’re not supposed to—”

“I don’t care about any of that superstitious bull shit, I need to talk to Daveed now.”

The knock at the door was hurried and frantic which made all the guys raise an eyebrow. Rafael opened the door only for it to swing open and barely miss hitting him.

“What’s going on!” He asked Mara,

“Daveed,” The look on Mara’s face was unreadable, and that caused him to worry.

“What’s going on? Is Y/N okay?”

“She needs to see you.”

As you paced the room your eyes would dart to the time on the clock, you had about fifteen minutes before the wedding started and you weren’t even nervous about getting married, you were so fed up about everything that happened today. The door opened and you instantly relaxed at the sight of your fiancé. Daveed stood at the door for a moment taking in your appearance. You blushed at the way he was looking at you but you would be lying if you weren’t giving him the same look. If your makeup wasn’t done you’d have half the mind to fuck him.

“Fuck,” he breathed “you look beautiful.”

“Thanks.”

“Is everything okay? You not trying to leave me are you?” You chuckled dryly as Daveed’s attempt for a joke

“No, I just needed to see you.” You closed the distance between you and hugged him. He heard you sniffle and pulled away first.

“What’s up, babe?”

“I had to kick my Mom out.” Daveed sighed heavily and pulled you for another hug, holding you tighter this time.

“I’m sorry babe, I really am. We don’t have to talk about if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t, I just really needed to see your face.” They stood in a content silence just hugging each other, they weren’t sure how much time went past before someone had opened the door.

“Hey, hate to ruin this moment,” Jasmine started “but this wedding starts in like five minutes and we still have to get to the venue.” You and Daveed pulled away from the embrace smiling warmly at each other

“See you at the altar.” You smiled

“Don’t be late,” Daveed pressed a kiss to your hands before leaving the room

You stood on the outdoor patio you could partially see the ceremony from where you were standing, almost every except Daveed. Your Dad stood beside you, fighting back his own tears

“You ready?” You nodded and joined arms

You didn’t remember walking from the patio to the ceremony space but when you reached the aisle you looked and your eyes instantly locked onto Daveed’s and his on yours. The dress you ended up wearing was a custom-designed dress after that debacle of her dress shopping, Jasmine and Amber dragged you to a designer who created the dress of your dreams. It was a long sleeveless lace white gown with a flared train, perfect for a beach wedding.

Daveed smiled tearfully as you walked down the aisle. You reached the altar and handed Jasmine your bouquet before joining hands with Daveed.

Both of you drowned out whatever the officiant was saying, looking deep into each other’s eyes. It wasn’t until the officiant cleared his throat you both jumped slightly, making light laughter fill the space.

“You may now say your vows,” The two of you couldn’t get through your vows without crying, you have been through so much as a couple, from dating long distance, having Daniel, and even this, planning this entire wedding.

“May we have the rings?” Both of you turned to look at Daniel who was sitting with Barbara and Dountes. Dountes gave Daniel the ring boxes and told him to give them to Daveed. Daniel toddled over and patted Daveed’s leg.

“Here, Dada.” He said quietly, Daveed bent down and grabbed the boxes before Daniel ran off back to Barbara and Dountes, giggling along the way. Once the rings were exchanged, the two of you were bouncing with excitement.

“By the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may know—“ He didn’t even get a chance to finish before Daveed pulled you in for a kiss making the guests laugh as they applauded the new couple.

“For the first time Mr. and Mrs. Diggs!”

The reception was nothing less than a party and that’s what you and Daveed wanted. A party with your closest friends and loved ones. Drinks were flowing, the music was playing loudly off the speakers but the main question on everyone’s mind was, were you and Daveed? The two of you had been missing since before they bought out dinner. Just before serving the appetizers, Skye had sneakily ushered you off to a private room that she had set up for the two of you with your dinner plates so you could eat dinner without being asked for pictures or when you were gonna have another baby. Just you and your husband.

You were snuggled up close to Daveed, listening to his heartbeat. His fingers dance gently along your back. The music from the reception can be heard slightly from the room.

“Hey babe,” You hummed in response, craning your neck up to look at Daveed “we’re married.” You smiled widely you’ve been on cloud nine since seeing Daveed at that altar.

“How does it feel Mr. Diggs?”

“It feels wonderful, Mrs. Diggs,” Daveed leaned down to kiss you on your lips You sighed contently, holding onto Daveed a little bit tighter

“We should probably head back out there,” Daveed suggest you sat up and walked over to the dressing room

“Or, you could help me change into my second dress?” You asked suggestively, Daveed smiled in return and hopped off the couch

“You sure? Here?”

“You know I could I ask Jasmine—” Daveed cut you off with a kiss before leading you into the dressing room kicking the door shut behind him.

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MUSICAL WRITING PROMPTS!

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I write for:

Romantically: All Umbrella Academy characters, Daveed Diggs, Rafael Casal, Anthony Ramos, Phillipa Soo, Jasmine Cephas Jones, Jake Peralta, Rosa Diaz, Amy Santiago

Platonically: All Umbrella Academy characters, All hamilton cast, All Brooklyn 99 main characters, Rafael Casal

I wish I was mad

I love you, I think I always will

The only room with a view is a room with you in it

She had not a single friend to count upon

You would have done the same

Come back to bed

How long have you known?

The truth doesn’t exist in black and white

So either you stole it

Only if you believe in love

And no one tells you where you went wrong

You have invented a new kind of stupid

I’m not here for you

He was right

Another part of adulting is admitting when you’re wrong

What I know is, I still love you

I’d give anything to wake up with you next to me

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Musical theatre songs I love

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Alex Needs You

Fandom: Hamilton

Pairings: Platonic!Maria Reynolds x Reader, Platonic!Hamilsquad x Reader, Alexander Hamilton x Reader, Past!Alexander Hamilton x John Laurens, Maria Reynolds x Lafayette.

Summary: Your college roommate, Maria Reynolds, wakes you up in the middle of the night to tell you that a boy you’re very close to is having a mental breakdown due to a schoolwork overload.

Warnings: College, panic attack due to schoolwork, cursing

Author’s Notes: -This is a college AU. -Don’t ask me why Maria and Lafayette are together. I don’t know. -I changed Lafayette name around for this because I learned that his first name is not Marquis, it is his title. Lafayette’s full name in this is Gilbert Marie-Joseph Lafayette. -I technically wrote Reader as a female in this, but I think the only proof of that is that Y/n and Maria share a female dorm room, and I think Lafayette refers to Reader as ‘M’dame.’ -The real founding fathers were horrible people (except for John Laurens and John Adams) who profited off slavery. This is not a fanfiction about them.

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    King’s College was the most prestigious university in the state. You were lucky enough to be awarded the scholarship money you needed to afford an education at the college on top of being accepted.

    Speaking of your luckiness, you made several friends on your first day that you had managed to keep. Your fist friend at the university was your dormmate, Maria Reynolds. She introduced you to her boyfriend, Gilbert Marie-Joseph Lafayette, and Lafayette got you to meet his friends: John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan, and Alexander Hamilton. Laurens and Mulligan shared a dorm room, and Alex roomed with Lafayette. You’d been to both dorms plenty of times, but you practically lived in the latter.

    The reason was Alexander.

    He was good friends with everyone, but he barely hung out with anyone. The workaholic virtually never left his and Lafayette’s dorm room except to go to classes. Alex was completely dedicated to his education. On top of that, he was going for a duel-major in Law and Economics. You took pity on the bags under his eyes as soon as you saw them.

    You brought him food when he forgot to eat (which was almost everyday), you forced him to go to bed (which was definitely every night), and you even helped him through his break-up with his high school sweetheart: John Laurens. Needless to say, you and Alexander were the closest out of your new friends group.

    That was why Maria woke you up one night.

    “What is it?” you muttered groggily.

    She was clearly in distress when she told you, “Y/n, we gotta go to Laf’s and Alexander’s place right now.”

    “What?” you sat up a little in bed.

    Maria was putting on her shoes. “Laf just called me. John and Herc are already there. Alex is having some sort of a breakdown. He needs you.”

    Suddenly, you were out of bed. You got up so fast that your eyes did that thing where you went blind for a second. You asked thousands of questions about Alexander’s well-being, but Maria didn’t know much. All she could tell you was that Alex locked himself in his and Lafayette’s room. You and Maria set off to the boys’ dorm building at 2 in the morning.

    “C’est tout, I’m kicking the door in.” John and Hercules were backing out of the way of the Lafayette by the time you arrived on the scene.

    “Whoa! No, no. Stop that right now,” you ordered. “I’m not having you guys wreck school property, and something big like that will only stress out Alex more. Just...tell me what’s going on.”

    Lafayette explained, “I came back from being out with the boys, and I realized the door was locked. I called out to Alexander, but he said he’d be done in a moment and his work was almost done. He sounded like he was crying very hard. I tried to talk to him more, but he hasn’t said anything since. That was an hour ago.”

    “Okay,” you took a deep breath, and approached the door. “Alex? Hey, it’s Y/n. I, uh, I just need to know if you-if you hurt yourself.”

    Alex stuttered, “Yeah-Ye-Yes. Yes. I’m-I’m fine. I just need a little more time, okay? I-I just need to finish this essay for Washington.”

    Hercules was the first to voice his relief. “Oh, thank god. Y/n, I don’t know how you managed to do that. We haven’t been able to get Alex to talk since we got here.”

    “Maybe there’s too many people,” Maria deduced, “We’re probably overwhelming him. He always responds best to Y/n anyway. How about we just leave them alone for a bit?”

    The rest of the group agreed. When they started to leave, John stayed back for a moment.

    He began, “I just want to thank you, Y/n. I know Alex and I broke up before school started, but I still care about him a lot, you know? You being there for him means a lot to me.”

    “I know, John.” You affirmed, “I’ll take care of this.”

    John nodded, and went to follow the others.

    You walked back up to the door. “Alexander? The others are gone. Can I come in?”

    At first, there was silence on the other side of the door. Then, you heard his chair roll back from his desk. Footsteps approached the door. It opened to a tear-stained Alexander.

    Alex looked a mess. His dorm room wasn’t much different. There were crumpled papers everywhere It looked like he freaked out. That resulted in his blankets and pillows being whipped off his bed. His phone and laptop had been thrown to the floor and their screens had been shattered. Alex was currently working off of Lafayette’s laptop.

    He noticed that you were looking around the room as you entered. “I’m sorry. Half of my fucking essay got deleted, and...and I...lost it, I guess? I locked the door because I didn’t want Laf to see what I did...I was going to let him in once I got a chance to clean up a little, but I-I have to finish this essay.” It was like he just reminded himself, and Alex sat down to get back to work.

    “Alex.” You put your hands over his and intertwined his and your fingers. “Take a break,” you urged him.

    His eyes hadn’t left the screen of the laptop.

    “I’ll email Professor Washington, and ask for an extension for you. I’m sure you’ll get it.”

    Alex was still unresponsive. He’d moved his gaze to your connected hands. They were in his lap, and you were kneeling in front of him.

    “Alexander, please,” you begged for his attention.

    Finally, Alex met your eyes. He nodded.

    “Good.” You couldn’t help but smile a little at the sight of his eyes again. “Now, I’ll help you clean up in here. We can get you a new laptop, and the phone’s fixable. Then, maybe you can talk to the guys and Maria. Show them you’re alright, maybe?”

    He looked back down at your hands again. “I don’t want them to see me like this. It’s bad enough having you all come out in the middle of the night just to check on me.”

    “We came here because we care about you, Alexander. It scares us when you work yourself to the bone like this. Well, I know it scares me--”

    Alex’s eyes snapped up to yours. “I scare you?”

    “Well, you worry me, yeah,” you confirmed. “Why do you think I’m here everyday, checking in on you. It’s because I care--”

    No warning taking place beforehand, Alexander kissed you. The sudden impact made you realize the two of you had been building up to it for a long time. You stood up to better kiss him. Alexander followed you. You could’ve sworn you hadn’t been making out for that long, but when you broke the kiss, both you and Hamilton were breathless. He had his hands on your waist while yours were softly cupping his neck.

    “You’re in a really emotional place tonight, Alex,” you voiced the first reason that came to mind that Alexander possibly hadn’t meant what he had just done.

    Alexander immediately disagreed, “No. I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time. I’ve loved you for a long time.”

    Not knowing if Maria had actually woken you up that night in the first place or if you were instead dreaming then, you shakily nodded, “Okay. This Friday, at 8, let’s go out to dinner. But let’s not discuss this anymore tonight. You need sleep.”

    Fifteen minutes later, the dorm room was clean as it was going to get at 3am, and the shattered electronics were tucked under Alexander’s bed. Professor Washington was for some reason awake at that ungodly hour, and he had already responded to your email, agreeing to give Alexander a three-week extension.

    “Thank you, Y/n. Really.” Alex leaned on his doorframe while you were on your way out. He was holding your hand. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

    Softly smiling, you leaned in to give Alex another kiss. “You can call me, anytime, anywhere, and I’ll come right to you,” you whispered.

    “Oooo,” a harmony of teasing voices sounded from down the hallway. It was the rest of the gang.

    Laurens called, “I knew it! I knew you two were going to get together!”

    Hercules seemed serious when he informed, “I want to be the flower guy at y’all’s wedding. You hear me?”

    “Oh my god!” squealed Maria, “Now you, me, Alex, and Laf can go on double dates!”

    You helped everyone else away from Alexander and Lafayette’s door. “Okay, yes, me and Alex are...together now. But this is all stuff we can talk about tomorrow. Alex needs to sleep. We all need sleep. You hear that, Laf? That means no pestering Alex about him and me. Understand?”

    He gave a mock-salute. “Oui, M’dame.”

    “That goes for you, too.” You turned to Maria. “I’m going to bed as soon as we get back.”

    Maria raised her eyebrows at you. “Not a chance. I’m getting every detail out of you!” she proclaimed as she dragged you back to your dorm.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! If you would like to read more, I have more fics on Hamilton over on my page. You should go check it out. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you! <3 <3 <3

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Masterlist

Last Updated: 09/05/20

Total Works: 17

Smut will be labeled with *

Requests are open! Smut prompt list

Marvel 

Bucky Barnes x Reader

So This Is Love

Shower*

Dog Tags *

Skinny Dipping *

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley x Reader

Book *

Hamilton 

Alexander Hamilton x Reader 

Tease*

Beauty Marks 

Treat You Better*

Philip Hamilton x Reader 

Innocent*

Forbidden Friends 

Jealous* 

Belt *

Newsies

Racetrack Higgins x Reader 

My Erster 

Lakeside 

Bad Day 

One Sided

Davey Jacobs x Reader

Alley Wall

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