*Request: Anonymous asked: âheyyy i really enjoyed reading your writing of Daveed diggs! Can i request one where Daveed diggs and y/n(maybe like a stagehand or a stage manager) meets in hamiliton, and they are friends with benefits, but they also have feelings for each other, and then daveed gets jealous seeing you flirt with other guys and confesses? (iknow its kinda cheesy but⊠Thanks!â
*Warnings: Language, jealousy, smut (like this fic starts out immediately with a smut scene), light dom/sub, choking, spanking, use of âbaby girlâ, fingering, oral (female receiving), vaginal sex, dirty talk, grinding, hair pulling, marking, unprotected sex (wrap it up). Let me know if I missed anything!
*A/N: Happy Valentineâs Day, yâall! Iâm beginning to notice my smut fics are a lot longer (this oneâs about 7.5k). Anyways this got filthy and I think that says a lot about me lol. ALSO BIG WARNING THE FIRST SCENE IN THIS IS A SMUT SCENE SO YOUâVE BEEN WARNED
summary: if only sheâd double checked her Amazon shopping cart, Y/N L/N wouldnât find herself torn between what book to give her hot neighbor next.
warnings: fluff, cheesiness, a slither of smut, mentions of a car accident, cooper is a basic dog name, i know but stfu about it.
fic style: oneshot.
word count: 6455.
authorâs note: this fic took way too long to write, bye. no but for real, iâve been back in uni for one month and so far iâve: done way too many assignments; had more breakdowns than a disney child star; had a covid scare; and spontaneously dyed my hair dark blue/green at 4am instead of finishing an essay. weâre doing well, folks :)
It took exactly twenty one days for the loneliness to kick in.
On the day the lockdown was first announced, Y/N L/N felt the most confusing sentiment of relief and fear blended together. Sheâd spent just about the whole day in the meeting from Hell, during which three people had stormed out of after countless shouting matches had broken out and her boss had blatantly fired one of the guys from her department, right in front of everyone. When she did eventually get out of said meeting- a whole two hours later than her usual work days ended -, she was struggling with an impending migraine, threatening to blur her eyesight the whole drive home. She arrived home safely that evening, by the force of some miracle, only to find countless texts from relatives and friends alike, detailing the quarantine announcement and all the rules that came with it. Though concerned over the state of the world battling against the rapidly spreading virus, Y/N was just glad there would be no meetings for a while.
Quarantine was exciting at first. In the normal day-to-day life she lead, Y/N often found herself falling short on time to do things she truly enjoyed. There was just always one more task needing done at work; one more errand to complete; one more mile to run. By the time she stepped into her home come the end of the day, her eyelids were always battling to stay opened. So, it was very fair to say that the sudden infinite amount of free time had her feeling rather excited.
Day two and sheâd already set herself a list of goals to spend all this time on, a chance to do all the things her schedule got in the way of. Of course, with the situation at hand, all these goals were modified to be achievable from within the confines of her home. The first goal she achieved was knitting a sweater. Granted, it was a mess sheâd ended up trying to turn into a dog sweater only to watch as her fur-baby, Cooper, chewed it into rags.
There was no goal on the list to be good at all those goals.
A/N: So this fic is one you may have seen before but it got lost when Jena deactivated her account so hereâs a repost of it for your viewing pleasure! Still one of my fave things/collabs Iâve written tbh. Enjoy!
You wore a slight smirk on your face, as if you had a secret no one else knew. Truth is, you did. To most you looked like a normal girl with a small backpack heading to a destination with a close friend. However, inside that bag was a bong, along with a quarter of weed, a lighter, a grinder, a water bottle and your phone charger. To your left, Rafael was talking about his class at NYU and how much fun it was.
âIâm gonna have Daveed come in as a guest for the next class, he agreed to help me out since heâs in town.â Rafa concluded his ramblings, running a hand through his medium brown hair before sliding a black beanie on his head. His backpack rested on the floor between his legs, packed to the brim with god knows what.
âIâm glad youâre settling into this teaching thing, Rafa. Proud of you.â You smiled, reaching into the side of your bag and pulling out a small plastic baggie.
â[Y/N], whatâs that?â Rafael watched your hand, an eyebrow raised as he tried to figure out what was in your possession.
title: the second night | an fotp deleted scene, circa part 6
pairing: thomas jefferson x reader
words: 9k
warnings: unprotected sex (reader has an IUD but still), d/s dynamic, soft dom!thomas, sub!reader, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), gratuitous teasing, rough sex, light bondage, a liiitle bit of humiliation kink, thigh & pussy slapping, creampie, big praise kink, hair pulling, overstimulation, forced orgasm, slight hand kink, v light choking, a hint of possessiveness?
desc: when thomas asked her to come home with him, he wasnât lying about making it worth her while. // the redacted scene from fotp 06
testimonials:Â âwalked into this thinking i was going going to be helping you write a college essay. walked out a changed woman. i must say. bravo.â âms. @fentinatalin, after a gdoc sharing miscommunication
The door of his bedroom slammed shut as Thomas shoved her against it, and not a moment passed before his lips again found hers. With how tight his grip was on her waist, she could feel his fingertips digging into her skin where there were sure to be bruises in the morning. She weaved her hands through his hair, and he moaned into her mouth when she began to tug at it.
âY/N,â he breathed, hardly able to speak as he panted heavily, and she hitched a leg up to his waist. âSweetheart, Iâ Mmhââ He couldnât finish the thought, though, as she pressed her lips ardently back to his, and as she arched up against him, away from the door, pressing her body into his, he seemed to forget for a moment what heâd been interrupted from.
âY/N.â His voice was firm that time. Her eyes widened as he pulled back, holding her by the thigh and his grip on her chin. Her chest heaved as he just stared at her a moment, his gaze sharp. âYou sure this is what you want?â
She only nodded, trying to pull him back against her, but he stopped her, holding her at bay with a hand in her hair. The stern look he wore sent a shiver down her spine and a spike of heat to her core, and she was sure he could feel it when her thighs tightened around him, pressing for some sort of relief up against the leg heâd forced between hers. âTell me. I wanna hear you say it.â
âThomas, why else would I be here? I want this,â she groaned, grinding down shamelessly against his thigh. âPlease.â
âPlease, what?â She let out a squeak when he yanked on her hair, shifting her attention back to what he was saying rather than how good the muscles in his leg felt pressed up against her clothed cunt. He raised an expectant eyebrow, making her swallow hard. A beat passed, and she struggled to find her voice.
âPlease fuck me.â The words were soft, hardly a whisper, and a wicked grin spread across Thomasâs lips.
Summary: The whole âyou see color when you touch your soulmateâ deal. Itâs fluff (and smut. Thereâs some in there).
A/N: Thank you thank you thank you for reading. Youâre all too cool for me.
At least it was Friday. You just had to get through a day of work, then you could come home and binge-watch Netflix. Â The entry level job you had been given was not challenging, and you spent a majority of your time reading or listening to music. Â Though it was tedious it paid well, and you couldnât complain about being able to make rent for once. Â
âYour shirt and pants donât match.â
You sighed. Â Your cubicle-mate had recently met her soulmate, and every day for the past week she had criticized your choice of outfit. Â
DESCRIPTION: your new life has started, college, a new apartment, your roommate, your camera, and Oakland. what happens when your girlsâ night out changes your life forever? Is it worth it? is this really where you thought youâd be in your future?
WORDS: 2.5k
WARNING: alcohol, weed, cursing
DAVEED X READER-
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 âItâs our last day before school starts. Come on we have to have a girlsâ night outâ jasmine cried out of the shower.  Jasmine has been your best friend since you could walk, it was always an adventure with her. She always knew how to get you out of your comfort zone, and that made you love her more. âexactly! What is worse than a hangover on your first day at a new college.â You shouted while curled up on the couch of your comfortable apartment with a blanket wrapped around you as you scrolled trough Netflix on your laptop. âyour first class doesnât even start till 3 PM, come on y/n. Please, for me!â. She had a point any hangover at that point would be bearable for class. âfine. Only cause its youâ. You heard a loud scream from the bathroom, you just knew she was dancing in the shower because she got you to break after an hour of convincing you to let loose.  About 20 minutes later she was getting out screaming for you to get ready. âdress slutty, but not too slutty if you know what I mean. Ooooo you know what you should wear? That dress your dad bought you for our 21st birthday party. Daddyâs money is gonna get you laid.â
 She laughed as she pulled up her dress. You ran to your room searching through your closet for the dress. When you found it, you put it on, and you looked at yourself and agreed mentally with what jas said about it being perfect. You did light makeup because you knew you would need it because of the breakouts on your forehead. You walked out in the living room and you and jasmine stopped and looked at each other, âdamn we are fineâ you said cheerfully. You and jas did a few runway walks and considered each look to be phenomenal. Jas grabbed the blunt she rolled up while she waited for you and walked down to your car. You smoked it on the way to the club. As you stumbled out of the car you and jas promised each other to not get to drunk. âno shots, fruity drinks only, and we can get tipsy so we can be in the right headspace for the night.â You demanded as jas shot you a glared look and she started laughing but you knew it was only the high. âfineâ she answered as you gave her a testing look. You walked in and the confidence you had at the apartment left as you saw all of the gorgeous woman dancing with their friends. You headed to a table while jasmine ordered some drinks for you. you could feel the music in your bones. When she sat down, she looked at you flustered. âwhat happened to you? You look like you could another blunt.â You said trying to make her ease up. âthis guy, I mean a creep at the least. he looked 50 y/n. what does he think this is a nursing home?â you laughed at the remark she made. You sipped on your drinks as you scanned the room, seeing someone looking at jas. âsomeone seems to find you pretty.â You hinted at the guy. âhe is cuteâ she said getting up walking towards him, leaving you alone to drink. You fiddled with your straw. You felt the seat beside you sink in and decided jasmine had returned. âso, whatâs the deal, he thinks youâre too much?â you looked up and your eyes widened as you saw a man with dark skin smiling at you, his head was full of dark tight curls. âoh um, Iâm s-sorry I thought you were someone else.â God was he gorgeous. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks whether it was from embarrassment or the man in front of you. âno, no I understand your friend is flirting with my bro over there. Thought she came back already?â he said with a reasonable tone. âso, whatâs that name sweetheart?â he questioned you quickly with a grin. âit doesnât concern you.â You said with a small smile. âoh, I think it doesâ he said with a smirk. âIâm daveed, now your turn.â Your eyes fell to the now known strangerâs arms in his Oakland t-shirt. His biceps were ripped. You could tell he spent his spare time in the gym. âtake a picture it last longerâ. He snapped you out of the daydream you were in. âIâm y/nâ. you could feel the heat rise up to your face because he caught you starting. ânice to meet you Y/nâ. âyou as well daveedâ. You talked for awhile and learned small things about each other. You felt your phone buzz and looked down at a message from jasmine.
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Text message
Jasmineđ€Ș: hey so sorry but that guy, yeah, his name is Anthony. Mega hot đ„”. But so, I am leaving with him so see you at home tomorrow. Sorry!
 y/nđ„Ž: itâs all good iâm chilling with his friend daveed. So so hot, but itâs all good maybe iâll get lucky too. USE PROTECTIONÂ
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You looked down with a face that could either be a smile or a frown. âwhatâs wrong sweetheartâ he said pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear. âoh, nothing jasmine just left without me you know with Anthony. So yeah, I have to go home, and I am a little tipsy so I canât drive, and my car is on the parking deck.â You said with a small frown. âI havenât had anything to drink. I can drive you home. And I rode here with Anthony, so I donât have a ride either. I can just uber home after I drop you off.â âoh no I canât ask that of you. Iâm fine I just need to call an uber and get my car in the morning.â âI can tell your new here, leaving your car alone in Oakland, yeah no not gonna happen. Letâs get you home.â âfine if you insistâ you smiled up at him with a flash of red covering your cheeks.Â
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He walked you up to your apartment and helped you get inside. âthank you, you really didnât have to do this.â You looked him in the eye. He seemed nervous, that was the first time you had seen him like that. âyeah I should get going though, I have stuff to do tomorrow.â You could feel a frown growing, you kind of wanted him to stay, your buzz from the drinks was gone so you couldnât blame it on that. You genuinely wanted to spend more time with him. âyou could stay if you wantedâ you bit down on your bottom of your lip as his eyes widen at the statement that just left your lips. He walked toward you and rested his hand on your cheek and he moved closer to you. You could feel his breathe on your nose. He wasnât lying about not drinking, his breath still smelt like mint. You stood on your toes to reach his lips and he pressed down on yours. I wasnât hard, it was rather gentle. Perfectly passed, you knew were the night was headed as he tugged towards the straps of your dress.
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you opened your eyes adjusting to the sunlight. You were about get up and brew yourself a cup of coffee. You looked at the time. 2:16 PM. You started out of bed when an arm restrained you to the bed. âOMG daveed, get up Iâm going to be lateâŠdaveed wake up.â You shook him until he groaned âwhat?!â âI need you to go now. Iâm going to be late.â He raised a brow and checked the time on his phone. His eyes widen at the time. âfuck Iâm late I was sup- Iâm sorry y/n I shouldnât have slept here anyway.â He jumped out of bed grabbing his jeans sliding them on and throwing his shirt over his head and walked to the door but then he paused. âI had a good time last nightâHe smirked and walked out the door and shut it. You just knew your cheeks were bright red after that comment. You rushed to the bathroom and cleaned yourself from the mess daveed made of you. You looked at all the hickeys covering almost every inch of your body, one way to high and to purple to cover. You jumped in the shower and washed your body and then threw clothes on and concealer to try and cover up the bruises. And left the apartment.Â
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You rushed into your class, luckily your professor was late for that class. You sat in what looked like the only seat left, which happened to be near the front. You grabbed your laptop out of your bag and grabbed your pen and a notebook and got ready for class. You were looking through your notification on your phone. âIâm sorry Iâm late class, Iâm professor Diggs.â You looked up at the oddly familiar voice and your eyes widen as you saw your professor standing struggling with his bag. DAVEED?! You started to sink in your seat, as he looked up to the class you saw a hickey that you left under his jaw and clearly you werenât the only one to notice it. âDiggs nice hickeyâ a shout from the back of the class caused him to freeze. He looked around for who said it but instead all he found was you trying to hide your face, but more importantly the matching hickey on your jaw. His eyes widen at the sight of you. âyeah funny we get I have a hickey. Okay time for class. I know I am a lot younger than most professors, but I promise you I am qualified to teach you how to capture masterpieces through a lens. You will learn the difference between a good and great picture. Now letâs get started everybody take out your syllabus and letâs go over the Curriculum of the yearâ. His eyes seemed frustrated but confused at the sight of you in his class. He searched your eyes for an answer, but nothing was given. Throughout class you just avoided eye contact with daveed. As he walked through the aisle when he passed you, he slipped you a note. You couldnât find it in you to open it, so you just slide it under you laptop.it felt like a lifetime before class ended and it was like living hell. You tried to hide your thoughts about last night and you knew you had to talk to Jas. When you packed your bag, you found the note and when people around you walked out you opened it. It read âmeet me in my office we need to talkâ. You finished packing up slowly and you walked towards his office. You had a lump in your throat when he told you âcome inâ. you expected a him to yell at you, to be pissed. âyou left out a lot about your life when we were at the bar.â He chuckled. You looked up at him when he said this because it confused you. âwell you did too, a simple hey I am your teacher, lets fuck. Would have sufficed.â He looked at you with a look you knew nothing good would come from. ây/n, I am sorry, I never would have come onto you if I knew you were my student.â He pleaded. âI wouldnât have either if I knew you were my teacherâ he laughed. âbut this, us, can never happen again. It was inappropriate, and I could lose my job over this.  I am sorry if made you feel uncomfortable in class at all. You have to understand I will not be able to be a good teacher to you because of this.â He demanded. You were confused. âyou are my teacher, how am I supposed to pass if you wonât teach me. Thatâs unfair. You canât let last nightâs stupid mistake make you not teach me. I am passionate about photography. It is my everything.â He looked at you with frown, âyou think last night was stupid mistakeâ. âye- wait whatâ. âIt was inappropriate, yes, but It was still fun. I really enjoyed it. I just canât lose my job because I enjoyed my time with a student. Please understand. I will try my best to teach you, but I do not want to make you uncomfortable.â âIâll be fine I just I have always gone to my teacher about stuff and I want to still be able to do that my teachers always helped me through my troubles, especially when it came to my classwork.â You laughed. âso, Iâll see you Thursday y/nââyeah I guess you will, bye daveed⊠I mean professor diggs.â You were kind of embarrassed by the mess up. âif you want me to be there for you in your troubles, we will have to be friends so, its daveedâ he gave you a smile. âi- yes sirâ âno, none of that sir shit, I among old yet when I turn 60 you can call me that.â âI called you sir when you were fucking me, you didnât have a problem thenâ. You joked. His eyes widen, âout! Now before we get caught.â
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âyou slept with your teacher!â Jas screamed into her phone. âyes, now will you shut up before people hear you on my phone.â You looked around for people trying to nose their way into your conversation. ây/n when I told you to let loose this was not what I had in mind. Oh, by the way Anthony invited us to a party he is throwing with his friends.â âdaveed isnât going to be there right? Because I canât end up in bed with him again. My legs canât handle that again, I barely could walk this morning. And you should have seen what this man did to my skin, I have never had so many hickeys placed on me. I of course left some on him and he dint even bother covering them, a student called him out on one I left on his jaw, and the dude didnât even hide what it was he just said âyeah I have a hickey we get itâ like the fuck.â âhey, I got to go Anthony is calling me.â âokay bye much love.âÂ
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âhey, youâre that new girl in professor diggs class, right?â a guy ran up to you. âyeah why?â you worried he over heard  your conversation. âlook what we have here. Looks like diggs wasnât the only one to get some last night.â
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