#daveed diggs x ofc reader

[elocinnicole]

Hey! I love your writing so much can you do a Snowpiercer fic? 👀👀👀 Andre and Reader used to be a couple instead of him and Zarah

1,001 Cars 

Rating: M 18+ Minors DNI

Paring: Andre Layton x OFC Black!Reader (Paige Knight)

Summary: Paige and Andre see each other for the first time in years.

1,001 cars wasn’t long enough. It’s been four years since Paige has seen Andre. She didn’t even want to be on this God forsaken train but Andre insisted and back then she did any and everything for him. Well, now it was her turn to be selfish and fuck anyone who had a problem with it. 

She was probably the most hated person in the Tail behind Wilford, but she did what she had to do. A decent job in Third Class was enough for the two of them, it was far from the glamours lifestyle in First or even Second Class, but her small restaurant was better than fighting for small scrapes in the Tail that wasn’t what she imagined for them. 

Paige remembers the day clearly when they heard there was an opening in Third Class cooking. This was it. Their chance out of the Tail. Or at least she thought, when she told Andre of the news she hoped he would be excited to get ahead even if it’s just a little bit. Andre immediately shut her down, told her it was betraying the Tail and everything they stood for to leave it all behind.

“You really want me to turn my back on everyone back here. Just for some funky ass job in Third? Come the fuck on Paige.” Andre whispered loudly, so as not to wake the other Tailies trying to get their rest.

“We’re not turning our back, we—talked about starting a family before all this train shit. I don’t want to have a child in the Tail. I don’t want them growing up like this. What’s wrong with giving a child a better life?”

Andre sighed heavily, “We’re not leaving, not when we’re so close to this rebellion.” Now it was Paige’s turn to sigh

“Come on Andre, you’d rather risk your life for a rebellion than to better ourselves. First, it’s Third Class and then maybe I can finally get a teaching job in Second Class, and you can convince them to give you a job, you used to be a detective.” Paige pleaded, desperately wanting Andre to see her point of view. “Hot food, a shower, God knows how long it’s been since we’ve had good food.”

“You’d give up everything we’ve stood for, for food?” Andre asked, disappointed

“Andre, I’m tired. I didn’t even want to get on this fucking train, but you promised me that we’d get good tickets and look at us. Eating God damn rats!”

“Shush!” Someone whispered loudly

“We’re not leaving, end of discussion.”

“That’s it?”

“We’re on the brink of something here Paige, we can change how this train is run. Just believe in it, us, me. Change is coming to the train. I promise.”

Exhausted with the conversation, Paige merely nodded her head. There was nothing else to talk about.

“Do what you need to do, Andre.”

With that Andre kissed Paige before turning over to go to sleep. That would be the last time she would feel Andre’s lips on hers.

Paige can still hear the insults and the feel the judging eyes on her as she made her last walk in the Tail of the train to move to the Third Class. She remembers Andre not even saying goodbye to her or even being within eyesight. Paige held her head high despite the insults thrown at her, not even giving them a second glance, she left with Ruth forever leaving the Tail behind or at least she thought.

What started off as a job in Third Class led her to teaching the children of the Second Class. Paige started tutoring some children when she closed the restaurant in Third and word traveled that Paige would host weekly sessions with the children. Word moved throughout the train, and she was offered a job in the school which she graciously took. Paige missed being in the classroom, she was a second-grade teacher before Snowpiercer and is what she originally applied for when Andre suggested they get tickets for the train.

Life was going well for Paige until tragedy hit Second Class. A coworker of hers was found dead in her cabin and her right arm frozen solid. Paige found her body when she opened the school that day. She instantly knew there was foul play involved and immediately went to the police.

Paige was supposed to be interviewed by the new train detective after the school day. She had been on edge since finding the body, who could’ve done such a thing and why? Is this what Andre was talking about? The sound of knocks rapping against the door sliding open pulled Paige out of her thoughts. She straightened out her clothes and slide the door open, not prepared to the man standing on the other side.

“Paige Knight?”

“Um, yes.”

“I’m Bess Till and this is Detective Andre Layton. We have a few questions to ask about the death of Ciara Young.”

“Please, come in.” Paige couldn’t bear to look Andre in the eyes. The past couple of years haven’t been kind to him, she could see it all on his face.

“So, here’s how this is gonna go. Detective Layton is going to ask you some question and you’re going to answer those questions truthfully.” Paige nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

“Great, I’ll be standing outside the door while Detective Layton conducts his interview.”  Till removes the handcuffs off Andre’s wrist, before giving him a stern glance and leaving Paige’s suite.

“So, this is what selling out gets you.” Andre lamented as he rubbed his sore wrists.

“Just ask me your questions so you can get back and tell everyone how much of a traitor I am. I’m sure, Josie will love to hear that.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Whatever you want it to.”

“Let’s just cut to the chase, when was the last time you saw the victim—”

“Ciara, her name was Ciara Lane.” Andre looked up and saw that she was struggling to hold back tears.

“Sorry. When was the last time you saw Ciara alive?”

“Yesterday evening, we were having drinks in my suite and she left around 11:00 at night.”

“Was she intoxicated?”

“No, we only had two glasses of wine. We’re teachers, it takes more than two glasses to get us drunk.”

“Did she mention anyone else when she was leaving. Did she give any indication that she wasn’t going back to her suite.”

“No,” Paige answered quickly which Andre noticed but decided to leave it alone...for now.

“So, when did you find her?”

“Around 7:30 in the morning. We usually walk together, but she wasn’t in her suite. So I assumed she got an early start, that’s not uncommon. I can in her classroom there she was at her desk…strangled and her arm had been frozen and cut off.” Andre frowned.

“I would like to ask more questions but let’s go to your suite. Since that was the last place you saw her.” Andre suggested

Paige frowned, Andre motioned to the corner of the room where a security camera was watching and listening carefully.

“Okay, we’ve canceled school for the week, we need to find a new teacher. Do you need to ask permission or…?”

“I’ll handle it.” At that moment, Till entered the classroom.

“Finished?”

“I would like to visit Ms. Knight’s suite, as it was the last known location of the victim.”

“Very well,” Till roughly handcuffed Andre, Paige growing angry at the way she was treating Andre.

“I think they’re tight enough.” Till gave Paige a sarcastic tight-lipped smile. It was a silent walk from the classroom to Paige’s Second-Class suite.  Upon entering the room, Andre could smell lemongrass. Paige’s favorite scent, he remembered her apartment always smelling like lemongrass.

“I know all about your history with Mr. Layton here. So don’t try any funny business.” Till said before stepping out of the suite.

“No one’s been in here since the murder, right?” Andre asked, searching her living space.

“No, not that I know of. What are you looking for?”

“Anything that could point me to where Ciara might’ve gone.” Andre noticed an outplace vase on the mantle.

“Have you always had that?”

“Hmm, I’ve never noticed it, no I don’t remember getting that.” Andre grabbed the glass case and found a microphone inside.

“What the fuck—” Andre held up a finger to his lips, signaling her to not speak.

“Can I get some water please?”

“Sure,” Paige quickly poured Andre a glass of water he then put the microphone in the glass.

“Someone’s been listening to your conversations. Do you have any idea why?”

“No, I don’t all I do is go to work and come home.”

“Withholding information can land you in serious trouble. Who knows what fucked up ways they have of making you talk. If you know something you gotta tell me.” Paige sighed as she plopped down on the sofa.

“Ciara was talking about a Rebellion; she had a contact in Third Class. I told her to be careful,” She lamented.

“What happened the last time you saw her?”

“She came over after school and she was talking about the Rebellion finally starting. She said she was getting notes at her door…warnings. She was going to meet her contact in Third and I told her to be careful, there are eyes and ears everywhere. I begged her to stay the night, said she would be fine. When she left a man was waiting for her outside, her contact from the Third class.”

“Did you get his name?”

“Cole. Cole Peterson. That was the last time I saw her.” Andre could see the sadness on her face and couldn’t help but feel bad for her.

“I promise Paige, I’m gonna find her killer and make sure that she gets justice.” Before Paige could answer, the door burst open.

“Ma’am you can’t go in there.”

“Ma’am I told you I’m dropping her daughter off.” A girl no more than three years old, came running into the room. A head full of curls bouncing with each movement.

“Mommy!” the girl said, launching herself into Paige’s arms.

“What happened?” Paige asked looking at the woman.

“She got sick and then I went by your classroom…” while the woman whom Andre assumed to be a daycare worked explained the situation all he could do was stare at the young child and realize how much she looked like him. She couldn’t be, could she? It’s been almost four years since he’s seen Paige, this little girl could very well be his daughter.

“Mommy, who’s that?” The little girl asked, Andre locked eyes with Paige, one question on his mind. Knowing what thought loomed in his head, Paige nodded in confirmation.

“Thanks for bringing her home,” Paige said to the daycare worker.

“No problem, let me know how she’s feeling.” Once again they were alone, the tension in the air thick.

“Mommy, who is that?”

“He’s your Daddy. Andre, meet your daughter, Aaliyah.”

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[ramp-it-up]

Fresh Squeeze Ch. 13

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (You)

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18 + ONLY, RPF, drinking, dancing, singing, cursing, lots of plot and fluff and sad with some Smut as well. This has everything. Daddy kink, oral sex (m recieving), cum play, drunken confessions/rambling, Love, y’all.

“As” x Stevie Wonder

Word Count: 5.7 K 

Plot: Lindy reacts to her gifts, gets another one from the group, and TURNS UP. They finally get back to NYC and deal with having to be apart (or not).

“Well, what do you think?”  Daveed was looking at you expectantly.

“I…….” 

You really didn’t know what to say.  You were surprised, intrigued, curious, and a little frightened. Your mind was trying to take it all in.

Daveed’s heart dropped as he watched your face. He closed the photo app on his phone.

“It’s cool. It’s a lot to think about...”  He could kick himself. He’d gotten carried away and ruined a perfect thing. He wished he could rewind time.

“I, I’ll meet you out at the bar. Go have some fun. We’ll talk later.” 

He might as well begin getting wasted for when you ended it between you two.  It had been a great day and a half. He turned around and headed for the door.

“Diggs, where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

Daveed stopped and turned around, bracing for it. He saw the flash your eyes.

“Look, Linden.  I’m sorry.  I took it too far. Forget I even showed you that picture.” He leaned on the wall and looked everywhere but at you. 

Your heart twisted in your chest. Daveed really did love you. And he was wearing his anxiety all over him. It hurt your heart that he felt that way. It was on you to communicate now.

You approached him slowly and put your hands on his arms as he looked at the floor. You bent your knees to get a glimpse of his eyes and to force him to look at you.  

Daveed smiled when he saw you peeking at him.  Maybe you weren’t pissed at him.

“I’m so pissed at you,” you breathed. 

Oh, well.

“How are you going to lecture me about running away all the time when that’s what you were about to do?”

Daveed opened and closed his mouth. Then he looked at you. You were right.

You slid into his arms and he looked down at you.  So fucking beautiful.

“Thank you for my presents, Daveed. I’m not mad that you got them. But you’re right, it is a lot to think about.” You sighed and lay your head on his chest.  

“This weekend has been amazing, and I’m happy you got carried away…It means….”

“It means I love you, Lindy.” He kissed the top of your head. “But I get it, you need time to think about… taking that step.” 

Daveed realized that you were just nervous.

You bit your lip and nodded. “Yeah.”  

Daveed leaned down and kissed your lips. It was slow and sensual.

“Anything I can do to help with your thinking process?”  

His lips were at your cheek, moving to your jaw, your earlobe and then your neck.  You moaned as he found the spot he’d memorized so quickly, like a verse.

You moaned, heating up again as his hand smoothed your dress over your ass and his fingers reached for the hem. Again.

You felt yourself begin to tumble down the hill of your desire for Daveed, which you tried to snap yourself out of by clearing your throat, to which Daveed smiled at against the skin of your collarbone.

“We should really get back out there.”

You fully expected him to object, but instead he agreed.

“You’re right.”  He planted another kiss on your spot.  “The crew is working on a gift for you out there.” He nuzzled your neck and then kissed below your earlobe. 

“What?” You were curious as to what they were up to. Daveed just stared at you. “W-what do you mean they're working on a present?” 

Daveed chuckled and smiled at you, grabbing you by the hand. “I don't know. Let’s go see.”

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Craig happened to be passing by when you and Daveed came out of the bathroom. You were caught.

“OOOOOOOOOh. I’m gonna call Monalinda on your ass.” You were swole, and about to cuss Craig out and then instantly deflated.

“Oh shit.” You looked at him. “My mom.” 

You dropped Daveed’s hand and dug in your purse for your phone, which you had basically ignored all weekend. 

It was lit up with birthday messages, one from Mark, which you deleted, and plenty from other friends and acquaintances on social media.

You looked up at Daveed. “I’m have to call my mom.  I’m going to step outside.”

“I’ll go with you.” Craig, your protector.

Daveed didn’t want to let you go, but he didn’t want to crowd you. You went downstairs and out of the door, Craig with you.

You scrolled for the call from your mom, and like clockwork, she’d called at 8:43 am, the time you were born. It was well over 12 hours since she’d called. You cringed and dialed her back.

She picked up immediately.

“Linden? Happy Birthday, Baby.”

“Hey Mama. Thank you. Sorry I missed your call.”

“That’s ok, baby. I figured you’d be busy having fun. Craig watching out for you?”

You laughed and looked over at Craig.  “Hey Auntie Mona!” He yelled and all three of you laughed.

“Hey Craig! Take care of Linden for me.”

“Mama, I’m 30 years old now. I can watch out for myself.” 

Now she was laughing at you. Sometimes it was like you were her twin, brash and independent.

“Ok, you’re right. Is that Daveed boy there with you?  Craig told his father that you had a crush on him.”

“Oh, did he now?” You were gonna tap Craig in his jaw. You made a cutting motion against your throat to him. He just laughed at you and flipped you off. 

“Yes, mom, he’s here,” you sighed.

Mona knew that tone. And she laughed at you again.

“Linden, just be open to love, Baby. You deserve it.” 

You loved your mom so much, but It was when you were talking to her that you were reminded of Dell. That’s why you tried to avoid it. Because when you thought about Dell, you felt like you didn’t deserve anything.

You thought about how you should be on a three-way call with her and Dell, her wishing you both a happy birthday.

“Mama…. I’m sorry. I…”

“Linden. Stop it. Just stop it.  It wasn’t your fault. You can’t live your life blaming yourself. He’d want you to move on.  And he’d be so proud of you now. I’m so proud of you.”

“I love you Mama.” You smiled through your tears. 

“I love you too, Baby.  Now get off the phone with me and go have some fun with that tall, fine man. And tell me all about him when you get back, maybe bring him to meet me if you realize you should snag him.  Have a safe flight.”

You laughed at her read. “Ok, Mama. Goodbye.”

“Bye, Lindy.”

You took out your phone and scrolled through your pictures of Dell.  You picked one and made your annual post for your birthdays. Craig moved toward you and took you in his arms.

“You okay, cousin?”

You looked up at him, and the tears came harder because he was crying too. He was the only one who missed Dell almost as much as you.  Except your mom, who probably missed him more. You hugged Craig and let yourself cry.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine after I kick your ass for telling Uncle Lindron about Daveed. You know he and Mona talk every day.” You started to walk back into the club, where Daveed was watching for you to return.

“Lindy, this ain’t Jersey, and I’m not one of those little hoodrats you used to fight all the time. I’ll fuck you up, just like I did in the 7th grade.”

“Shut up, Craig!” you laughed and pushed him, lightening up a little, especially when you saw Daveed’s concerned look as he came for you.

“You okay?”  You looked up at him and smiled, giving him a quick peck on the lips.  “I’m good.”

Craig and Daveed led you to where Rafael, Anthony, and Jasmine were standing.  Daveed planted you on the stool and looked you in the eyes.

“Stay here.”

“OK?”  You looked around to see everyone smiling at you.  Rafa winked as Daveed approached a mic stand. You got a feeling of dread in your stomach. 

Oh no-

Daveed looked at you as the crew gathered around.  

“Hey everybody. This is Lindy.” He held his hand out to you. “And it’s Lindy’s birthday today. And I bet she thinks we’re about to embarrass her and have you sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to her.” He looked over to you. “But she’d be wrong.”

You breathed a sigh of relief.

“We were wondering what to give the woman who has everything.” 

You called out to him. “Are you included in ‘everything?’”

“You are correct, madam.” Daveed smirked in response. You shook your head as everyone laughed.

“But we decided to use what we have and that is talent. And we picked a song to perform that her cousin Craig said was a family favorite and is really really true for all of us, especially me. 

We’re going to perform a song that lets you know that you got new family members for life.”

Rafa cued the DJ to start the track. As you heard the opening cords, you brought your hands to your mouth, emotional.

Jasmine was first up.

As around the sun the earth knows she's revolving/ And the rosebuds know to bloom in early May/ just as hate knows loves the cure/ You can rest your mind assured/ That I'll be loving you always/ As now can't reveal the mystery of tomorrow/ But in passing will grow older every day/ Just as all is born is new/ Do know what I say is true/That I'll be loving you always

Jasmine came over and gave you a hug as she sung the last line.

Everyone started dancing this choreographed routine of 70’s dance moves, the hustle, the hand jive, and the bump during the refrain as they sang. Even Craig joined in the chorus.

Anthony sang next.

Did you know that true love asks for nothing./ Her acceptance is the way we pay Did you know that life has given love a guarantee/ To last through forever and another day/ Just as time knew to move on since the beginning/ And the seasons know exactly when to change/ Just as kindness knows no shame/ Know through all your joy and pain/ That I'll be loving you always

Ant handed Rafael the mic next.

As today I know I'm living but tomorrow/ Could make me the past but that I mustn't fear/ For I'll know deep in my mind/ The love of me I've left behind/ Cause I'll be loving you always

 More dancing, and you had to get up out of your seat.

Daveed had the bridge:

We all know sometimes life's hates and troubles/ Can make you wish you were born in another time and space/ …...And maybe our children's grandchildren/ And their great-great grandchildren will tell/ I'll be loving you

Everyone in the club joined in the chorus by the end, including you. It went on and on and was the best time you’d had on your birthday in a long time.

You ended up in Daveed’s arms with everyone dancing around you.  It was big love and it was perfect.

You danced and drank shots until you were exhausted and wasted. You and everybody sang all the way back to the beach house, and  Daveed had to practically carry you in when you arrived.

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“THAT WAS THE BEST BIRTHDAY OF ALLL TIMEEEEEE!”  You looked around the great room of the beach house and saw everyone staring at you.  

“YOU’RE SO LOUD! BE QUIET! SHHHHHHH!”

“That’s you. You’re yelling Lindy.”  Daveed was cracking up at you.

Jasmine and Anthony laughed at you on the way to the master suite. 

“G’night mom and dad!” You waved at them as they retired for the night.

“Are you going to flog me, General?” 

You heard Jasmine say, “Oh my god, she’s wasted,” as she and Anthony went in their room. Anthony replied. “Oh, fo sho.”

Daveed chuckled and shook his head as he led you into your room. 

“General, hunh? No, I’m not going to flog you. I’m gonna put your ass to bed.” 

You sat down on the bed and looked up at him adoringly.

 “You know, I went with ‘he who must not be named’ to see Hamilton in 2015. When I saw you in that uniformmmmmmmmmm….” 

You shook your head and closed your eyes, remembering. ”I had a flash of a thought to run up on stage and suck your soul out.”

Daveed smiled his shy smile again, embarrassed.  

“I’m sorry, I’m fangirling right now. But sign my tits.” You tried to pull the collar of your dress down, and when it wouldn’t stretch, you started fighting with it, trying to get it off.

“Easy, easy.” Daveed was highly amused. He helped you to stand up so you could get out of your clothes. 

He looked down and stroked your cleavage.   “I already marked them up good. And when those fade I’m coming back for more.” 

He leaned down and kissed the tops of each breast and then stopped himself to help you out of the dress. Now was not the time to start something.

“Oh shit, Daveed.”  You squirmed. “You got me wet. Damn, boy. You keep me wet.” 

You started singing WAP as you twerked in front of him. Daveed was enjoying seeing the carefree side of you. You could be so free and he was glad that tonight got you there.

You flopped back down on the bed. “Damn, I would let you fuck me in that uniform tho. A dream. And that sword? The hilt of that mutha fucking sword. Fuck. Do you still have it? I mean...”  

You opened your legs and ran your hands up your thighs. 

Daveed grabbed them and pulled you back up so that he could slip your dress off. You were out of your mind, but you still got him there.  

He’d have to see what he could do about that costume when you were sober. He wanted to fulfill your every fantasy, and he hoped that you would let him.

When you came out from under your dress you looked about to cry. He frowned a bit. 

“What happened?”  When you looked up at him with your drunk, teary eyes, he remembered. Tequila.

“I don’t deserve you. You’re so fucking sweet. And nerdy, and cute, and so fucking talented. I mean you’re such a great actor, and writer, and rapper, and you can rap so fast, I mean damn that tongue.”  

You opened your eyes wide. “Is that why you’re so good at head?”  You covered your mouth at the realization and started crying harder.  “I don’t deserve you!”  Daveed helped you as you cried, and he tried to get you in the bed.

“Yes, you do Lindy.  We all deserve love. Now calm down. It’s ok. We can talk about it in the morning.”

You stopped and stood still, adamant, naked for Daveed to take in and save for later. “You wanna know a secret?”  You looked around the room to see if anyone was listening, even though you were alone with Daveed. “I forgot what I was talking about.”

Daveed laughed and went into the bathroom to get one of your makeup wipes. When he handed it to you is when you started crying again. 

“No one ever wanted me to take off my makeup before...no one cared about my skin… and no one sang to me in Puerto Rico...”  

You were still crying as you wiped the tears and makeup away.  “Tell me why you love me in the morning.”

“I will. Lay down and I’ll get you some water.”  Daveed got you under the covers and tucked you in.

“It’s gonna be hard when we get back to New York, cause I’m a bitch in New York. In Isabella I’m a queen…”

“Yes you are. You’re MY queen. Anywhere you go. You’re not gonna get rid of me in New York. Now try to center yourself and calm down okay?”  You smiled weakly up at him and nodded, holding your arms out to him.

Daveed hugged you, kissed your forehead and then went to the kitchen to get some bottles of water. Rafa was in there, eating cereal and on his phone.

“Ya girl is wasted.”

“Yeah, she’s gone, man gone.” Daveed smiled.  “Thanks for tonight, man. The arrangement was tight.”

“No problem at all. We all really love Lindy. She’s special, man.”

Daveed smiled as he gathered about four bottles of water and set them on the counter. He had a faraway look. Rafa could read him like a book.

 “Oh shit, Diggs.”

Daveed looked at him.

“Yeah, this is it.”  He’d made a decision.

“Happy for you, man.”

Daveed gave Rafa a smile and elbow dap as he went back to your room.

You were singing “As” and smiling when he returned.  “I’m tore up. Sorry.”

Daveed blinded you with his smile.  “No worries, Baby Girl. Here, drink this. It will go better when you wake up if you do.”  

You returned his smile and drank the entire bottle of water.  It helped clear your head a bit and the exhaustion got to you. Your eyes were drawn to him like a magnet as he headed toward the shower and took off his shirt. Damn, why did his back get you hot?

“I’ll be waiting for you when you get out.”

Daveed smiled back at you. “Get some rest Lindy. I know we’re leaving Isabela tomorrow, but we have time to spend together beyond that. I’m not going anywhere, Baby Girl.”

You smiled and nodded, hazily realizing something and resolving to stay up before you knocked out into a deep sleep.

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Daveed had stayed up a little while longer than you and wrote some things, editing a verse for a track that he and Rafael were producing and also adding to his Linden notes.  Then, he took you into his arms and fell asleep.  

He wondered how he would do it without you in New York, or how he would go back to the West Coast without you.  He was thinking about the same things you were, but he was more confident that you two would find a way.

The Monday morning sun greeted him and he rolled over to see that it was 10 am. The flight back to New York left at 3 pm.  Just a couple of hours before everyone needed to head to the airport. 

You were still knocked out, snoring a little, but so adorably.  He kissed your forehead and got out of bed with a bottle of water, padding to his room.

He marveled at the fact that he’d spent very little time there this weekend. It was basically a glorified closet and he was glad for it.  

He was grateful to Jasmine and Anthony who offered to plan this weekend for you.  They knew that you and he together on a tropical island would do the trick.  

He shook his head that it actually worked as he put on his running shoes and shorts and packing up a little before he went running.

Daveed sent you a text before he got started, then headed west on the beach and did a lot of thinking, planning how to soothe the fears that you’d expressed last night.

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You woke up 20 minutes after Daveed left with only a slight headache and fuzzy memories of the night before. You instantly missed Daveed and grabbed your phone.

Good morning my Queen. Going running.  Be back soon. Love you.

You smiled like a schoolgirl at your phone, and your heart immediately lifted. You lay back on your pillow and thought of how lucky you were. 

Then, memories of your drunken ramblings came back and you buried your head under your pillow.

You hopped in the shower and tried to forget what you’d said, hoping that Daveed did too. It was the first time in a minute you gotten to shower alone, so you took your time. 

When you came out in your towel, your hair wet and conditioned, you met Daveed who was trying to sneak back in and see you wake up.

Seeing you all wet and sexy in just a towel did something to Daveed. You were surprised, your mouth in that sexy o shape, just like in the fitting room of H & M.

“Hey.” Daveed smiled at you.

“Hey yourself.” 

You smiled back and shifted your weight as water droplets tumbled down your shoulders into the valley between your breasts.  Daveed couldn’t help but stare.  “How was your run?”

“Damn.” Daveed realized too late that you had asked him a question. “I mean…” he chuckled. “It was good.”  He noticed you eying him and realized that he was all sweaty.

‘Damn’ is right you thought, the sweat was running down Daveed’s torso like the water from your shower. He smelled like his cologne mixed with the sea air and more musk. You needed that. Right now.

“I’m all sweaty, can I borrow your shower?”

You walked nearer to him, stopping behind him him in front of the bed. “No.”

Daveed turned his head to question you. “No? You mean I can’t borrow your shower?  You want me to go back to my…”

“No.” You traced your finger in the sweat on his lat muscle and then put it in your mouth. 

“I don’t want you to use my shower, and I don’t want you to go back to yours. At least not right now.”

Daveed turned around and faced you and when he did, you dropped your towel on the bed.  His eyes went where you wanted them to.

“I want to lick the sweat off your abs, your dick and your balls before you do that.”

“Holy shit, Lindy.” Daveed groaned,  grabbed you by the throat and pulled you in for a kiss. “You’re so fucking nasty.”  He kissed you as his cock swelled. “I love it. I love you.”

You sat on the bed and pulled him toward you, getting started on your mission.  You put your tongue in the happy trail of black hair below his navel, flat and wide, and licked a long stripe up and around his belly button. 

The tangy essence of his perspiration contained some kind of aphrodisiac, because you went crazy and would have licked him clean if he hadn’t stopped you to take off his running shorts and shoes.

You watched his dick, thick from desire, spring free and slap his stomach.  You immediately grabbed for it and Daveed stepped out of your reach. You looked up at him, and he returned your gaze. 

Unspoken communication flowed that this was going to be as equals.  You grabbed for it again and he stepped closer, allowing you to palm him as you licked and sucked his sack.

He leaned his head back in ecstasy as you took care of the boys and jacked him off.  Then he looked down at you and you kept eye contact as you licked the tip of his dick, circled it with your tongue and then opened your mouth and deep throated it like a champ.

“Fuuuuuuucckkkkk, Lindy.” Daveed reached for your breasts and squeezed them, pinching and rolling your nipples. You arched your back, and your ass looked amazing on the bed.  Daveed needed to hit that. 

He pulsed at the thought of breaking your back and realized that he was buried deep in your throat at the moment. His eyes came back to yours, which were watering with the effort to breathe around him.  

He didn’t hold you there, but you kept your nose nestled in the wiry hairs at the base of his cock.  Damn.  He wanted to be both places at once. 

He brought his hand up to your wet hair, gently massaging your scalp as you did what you wanted with him.  He had the irrational desire to tattoo your name on it, because nothing would ever compare to you.

You came off of him, sputtering and gasping for breath, a proud smile on your face.  Daveed smiled down at you and wiped your mouth with his hand as you smiled back up at him.  He leaned down and gave you a filthy kiss.

“I want you to pound me from behind.” Your voice was a sexy whisper, making tingles go up his spine.  

“Just what I was thinking. We’re made for each other, Lindy.” He kissed you again.

You quickly pulled away and got on the bed on all fours, ass presented to Daveed.  He just stood there admiring you as he stroked himself for a minute.  

He was trying to meditate, pray, something, because what you’d already done to him and just looking at you was going to make him bust.

You looked back at him, and bit your lip, watching him.  Then, you brought your hand up to your mouth, licked your fingers, and brought it down to start steady, tight circles on your clit, arching your back and giving him a good view of exactly what was happening. 

“Shit.”  

Daveed grabbed your hip and lined up with your cunt, feeling with his tip that you were fluttering around nothing but that.  He whined in the back of this throat as he made himself sink into you slowly, your pussy grabbing him with each millimeter.  He bottomed out. You were stretched out wonderfully.

“You good? How’s that feel?”

You could only whine. “So good. So, so, so good Daveed.  Please.”  You were begging, his dick was pulsing. “Please, please, please Daddy.”  

Daveed groaned again. “Fuck, yeah. You want it?”

“Yeah!”

He started moving.  He thought he was going to pass out it felt so good.

“This shit feels so good, Linden.  You need it?”

“Fuck, yeah, Daddy.  Oh!”  Your arms had collapsed, and your cheek was getting pounded into the mattress as Daveed pistoned into you harder and harder. “Thank you thank you thank you.”

You were so fucking sweet that Daveed was about to paint your insides with his children. But he stopped, causing both of you to curse and pant into the silence. 

The throbbing of his dick and the clenching of your pussy pushed him over the edge, making him lose control and start pumping again. 

You knew he was trying to hold out and the thought that he couldn’t triggered your orgasm and you came, tears coursing out of your shut eyes as you moaned.

Daveed felt you cum with relief, because he was able to make sure you got yours; watching you cum was magnificent. But now it was his turn

“Where do you want it Linden?”

“On my ass Daddy.” You smiled back at him with glazed over eyes, still lost in sex land.

“Fuck!” He pulled out and fisted his cock, spurting all over your beautiful cheeks as he reached around for your sensitive clit. 

He relentlessly held you fast with his arm as you tried to run from the second orgasm that was triggered by his fingers and the feel of his cum dripping down your folds.

“Shit, Daveed!”  He chuckled evilly as you came apart again, leaning down to put his drenched fingers in your mouth.  You made eye contact with him as you sucked his cum off them, and he was almost hard again. Damn.

He collapsed on his back and watched as you lay on your stomach and closed your eyes.

“Looks like we both need a shower now…”

You opened your eyes, and his heart clenched. You were so pretty. So purely Linden.

“Damn, I Love you girl.”  

“I love you too, Daveed.”  You bit your lip at the emotion. “We probably need to shower separately because….. we'll miss our flight.” He knew what you meant.

Daveed frowned.  “You’re not wrong, but we can save time and water if we shower together. I promise I won’t try anything but get squeaky clean.”  He was not trying to have this togetherness end so soon.

You couldn’t help but smile.  You were doomed.  You sighed, gave him a peck and made your way to the shower, him hot on your heels.

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You boarded the flight back to NYC the same way you boarded the 3 and a half hour flight to PR, with you and Daveed running to the gate to board just in time.

You settled into first class, this time eagerly snuggling up to him in the blanket from jump.  You were whispering and giggling together.  Daveed looked at you and knew what you were thinking.

“Before you say it, let’s wait and join the mile-high club for when we’re not with our friends.”  You peeked through the divide in your seats to find Craig and Rafael behind you. Craig stuck his tongue out at you.

“Yeah, you right. I don’t wanna hear it from this crew.”  

You cuddled happily, on your phones and taking selfies, posting them separately to IG.  Even though you didn’t post the pics of you two together, the fact that Rafael photobombed both of the ones you posted gave the connection away. 

When you deboarded at JFK about 8 o’clock, you and Daveed brought up the rear of the group, not walking slowly, not wanting the weekend to end.  By the time you got to baggage claim, Rafa and Jas and Ant were walking out to the cars that were waiting for them. 

“See you later guys! Thank you again for everything.”  You hugged the Martinez coupled as they went back to Brooklyn.

“Catch you tomorrow Cash.”  Daveed gave Rafael dap and you gave him a hug as he departed.

Craig was at the baggage carousel, just waiting to order the uber for you and he to go back to his place. You were very quiet, lost in your thoughts.

“.....Rafa and I have a late lunch meeting at 1 tomorrow and then rehearsals start Wednesday through Friday at the new venue. Then we have the weekend off and shows start up again next Tuesday. What does your week look like Lindy?”  Daveed wasn’t going to let you slip away from him, physically or mentally.

“Well, I have this Bar exam study session tomorrow afternoon, and I really need to cram for the exam next month. And… oh shit, I have this event  for the law firm I’m clerking at in the fall on Saturday. It’s sort of like an introductory mandatory thing. Black tie.”

Daveed looked at you. “So, I guess you already have a date for that.”

You snapped out of your funk and caught the tone.  “Yeah, I do.” You fought a smile and Craig started shaking his head as he looked at his phone.

“Oh.”  Daveed rocked on his heels and watched for his bag on the carousel.

You tapped his arm and smiled at him, nodding your head toward your cousin. “It’s him.”

Daveed made eye contact with Craig who laughed at him.  

“Sounds dope.” He was very relieved.

“Well, about that Lindy…..” Craig had some news.  “Brian is coming to visit next weekend.  Imma fly my baby out!”  He took in your shocked face.  “What?” 

“Nothing. You grown. And you’re ditching me. That’s always cool.”

Craig shrugged.  “What you won’t do for love.”

Daveed agreed. “So it sounds like you need a date.”

You turned back towards him, a smile on your lips.

“Yeah, sounds like it. You think Rafael is free?”

Daveed bent his head and shook it.  “What time do I need to pick you up, Linden.”

You perked up at the dom voice, and replied immediately. “8 pm.”

“Done.”

“Perfect, and pack a bag, you can stay with Daveed so Brian and I can have the place to ourselves.”

“What makes you think that I want to stay with him, or if he even wants that? You can’t just…”

Daveed interrupted you.  “You’re welcome anytime, Baby Girl.”

You shivered. “Okay…” you almost said, ‘Daddy,’ but you didn’t. Not in front of Craig.

“It’s settled then.” Craig grabbed his bag and you reached for yours, but Daveed grabbed it before you could take it.

You walked out to where you and Craig’s uber waited and the car the Daveed had ordered waited.  Daveed loaded your suitcase after Craig put his in the trunk and got in, giving you two some privacy.

“Text me when you get home.  I’ll call you later, maybe facetime.”  Daveed felt something crazy in his chest at the thought of leaving you.

You nodded and tried to smile up at him, tears pricking your eyes. “I will. I might text you in the uber?”  You didn’t want to be away from him yet.

“Yeah, yeah. Do that. I’ll see you in four days.”

“Just four.” You searched his eyes.  “Ugh! I love you Daveed.”

“I love you too, Lindy.”  You reached up for a kiss and he picked you up to meet him. He put you down and you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Bye.”

“Bye.”  You waved as he walked toward the black SUV.  You opened the door and then you saw him look back at you, eyes in full puppy dog mode.

You got in the uber, and Daveed got his bag situated and entered the back of the car.  He looked back and saw your uber pull out, his driver waiting for it to pass.  Then, he heard a knock on the other window.

The window rolled down and Daveed peered out at you, smiling.

“Did you mean it when you said I was welcome anytime?” Your smile was irresistible.

“Get that ass in this car, Baby Girl.” 

“Yes, Daddy.”

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Will Lindy and Daveed ever be able to be apart?  Is this a healthy relationship or are they going to fast?  Let me know. Please like, comment, and reblog!

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[ramp-it-up]

Are you talking about me?

Wow! What a compliment. I cry.

😭

I try to tag everything that might be a trigger for someone, so I guess I might over tag.

It means a lot that you’ve read and enjoy, and that it’s your fave. I’m swooning!

Sign me up for Dom Diggs any day!

Excuse me, @ramp-it-up who gave you the right??

So I just read Fresh Squeeze so far, and I am absolutely in love with it. I had stayed away because the triggers I thought that they ruled the plotline. Since they remained as causative agents I was able to enjoy myself 🥰

The mutual pining!

The sexual tension

Our favorite bay boy being just a little bit older 🤤

New favorite fic, thank you very much.

Also you wanna sign the petition for Daveed to come and talk to us like that?

[anotherhamiltonblog]

The Baker & The Barber

Summary: What happens when Y/N Matches with a cute french guy over Tinder? Why does he look so much like her best friend Thomas Jefferson?

Warnings: French, Alexander being whiny, cursing. 

Word Count: 2.3K

Forever Tag: @i-know-i-can​

ENJOY

Y/N looked at the profile on the stupid app her best friend made her download and almost choked on her Lemonade. Head tilted to the side, she bit down on her lip and looked through the few pictures he had.

“What the hell…” she said under her breath and frowned. “Does Thomas have a twin or something?” She asked herself and rubbed at her forehead. “This guy… with his hair down looks so much like Thomas.”

She couldn’t help herself, swiping right, the bakery owner gasped when it said they ‘Matched’. “Oh god, Thomas will never let me live this own. I just matched with someone who looks… JUST like him.” She said to herself and put her phone down. Trying hard to not think about the app.

Instead, Y/N went to close up and make sure everything was in order for the night. Being Sunday, she usually closed the shop a few hours earlier so she could have a calm evening. Yet, when an overly cocky voice called out from the front of the shop. Y/N sighed.

“Little Miss. L/N.” Thomas’’ voice boomed in the empty shop. “What is THIS on your phone?”

‘oh no…’ Y/N whispered to herself and rushed from the kitchen and through the double doors. Eyes widening in horror as Thomas stood behind the counter, her phone in his hands.

“Who the heck is this and why is he using MY pictures?” Thomas asked and looked at Y/N.

“That’s just the thing, I don’t think he is… he’s from France. The same place you haven’t gone yet…” Y/N sighed and looked at her phone before returning to pack up some of the leftovers.

Placing them in three boxes, one for Thomas and his roommate James, then one for Y/N to take home for her and her own roommate Eliza.

“Hm… so you matched with him then?” she heard her friend say, Y/N could almost hear the smirk on the mans face. “Got something to tell me, Y/N?”

Glancing over her shoulder, Y/N raised an eyebrow. “That French men are sexy, and I hear they are amazing in bed.”

Handing him the box of sweets and sandwiches. Y/N stuck her tongue out at him before giggling and they left the bakery. Getting into Thomas’ car, she buckled in and sighed happily. Glad to be going home.

“I might go visit this barber… I’m in the need of a new trim.” Thomas glanced at Y/N who glared at the male in the drivers seat. “OK. I won’t.” he laughed and started to drive.

“So, Washington’s holding an event in a month. He want’s to know if you can take care of the cake?” Thomas asked, causing Y/N to look at him in shock.

“Me?”

“Mmhm. He loved the cupcakes I took into work a week ago. Said he wanted your expertise on the cake.” That made Y/N giggle and nod her head.

“I’ll do it. Half off.” She pulled out her phone and set a reminder in her planner before seeing the tinder app.

Glancing at Thomas, who was looking at the road. Y/N quickly sent Lafayette a small message before putting her phone away.

By the time she was left off at her apartment building, Y/N pushed herself past the doors and walked the three flights of stairs to get to her floor. “Stupid fucking elevator…” Y/N would mumble each time. “It’s like the stupid Big Bang Theory… why don’t they just fix this shit?”

Finally arriving in her apartment, Y/N entered and set down her bag and box of sweets down at the four seated kitchen table. Humming, she looked at her phone, seeing she had a message from Tinder.

After a few messages and she sent him her number, Y/N moved to her bedroom and changed out of her work clothes and into sweatpants and a lose crop top.

With slippers on her feet, she returned to the kitchen, right on time for the phone to start ringing. Seeing an unknown number, she answered the call.

“Hello?”

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Lafayette’s POV:

After a long day at the shop, cutting hair, braiding and the various styles they offer. The Barber shop didn’t take long to become popular. With the help of John, Rafael and Peggy. The four were busy all Sunday, up until the last minute. Peggy of course was happy with the movement; she was learning and being paid to go to school to get her degree in Cosmetology. He had the money to use, why not use it?

But as he was looking at the schedule for the rest of the week, Lafayette glanced at his phone that chimed with a notification. Glancing that it was from tinder, he had a match. Lafayette couldn’t help but grin. Hiding his phone when asked why he was smiling, he simply brushed it off and said it didn’t matter.

On his way home was when his phone went off again. Though, driving. He couldn’t answer. So instead, he waiting till he got home. As he messaged with Y/N, stripping out of his clothes for loose sweatpants and foregoing the shirt. He couldn’t help but grin when she sent her number.

Quickly calling the number, Lafayette waited as the line rang. He looked in his fridge for something to eat, but decided that maybe he would order in. Not in the mood to cook.

“Hello?”

He heard on the other side of the call.

“Bonjour mon cher, uh how are you this evening?” he cleared his throat and shut his fridge door. Only to grin when he head an angelic sounding laugh.

“I’m good, just tired.” He heard her sigh. “Lot’s of orders to fill today. Pretty sure I have two new burn marks… how was your day?”

“I am sorry to hear about the burn…” he frowned slightly. “But we too had a busy day. Lots of people came to get their hair done for the week.”

It was like an ice breaker, showing that they both had a tough day, that’s how Lafayette spent the next three hours. Talking to Y/N. Him asking questions of her bakery, her friends and finding out that she knew Peggy “Her sister is my roommate!” She happily giggled, which made Lafayette grin broadly.

The two of them, each with take out. Y/N with Chinese and Lafayette with pizza, He was happily surprised to see how many hours had passed. “We have been on the phone for three hours.” He told the girl, who ended up letting out a surprised gasp, causing him to grin.

“I can go if you need to do something? I’m probably just gonna shower and end up watching Netflix.”

“Well, mon chérie… I have nothing planned for tonight. Why don’t we hang up and call again in an hour? Maybe we can video chat?” Lafayette asked, hoping he wasn’t coming off too strong.

“That sounds perfect!”

He was happy that she agreed, so once they both hung up. Lafayette cleaned up the mess from the pizza and went to take a shower himself. The hot water relaxing his aching back and muscles. He let out a sigh and stood there under the hot water for a little while longer before washing up and stepping out. Once dry, he threw on some basketball shorts and a random black shirt.

An hour couldn’t have gone by faster, soon they were on video call and Lafayette laughed at the sight of a coffee and a computer screen.

“Did you go and get a coffee?” he asked curious as the camera was flipped.

“Nope! Eliza, Peggy’s sister just got home and brought me a hot chocolate. No more coffee after Nine. Or else I’ll never sleep!” she laughed and bit on her lip at the sight of the man.

“Oui, I agree with that. I have too much coffee sometimes.” He grinned and glanced around his apartment. He lived alone and it was lonely sometimes. He wondered what it would be like to have a roommate.

“So, what are you going to watch?” He asked, remembering seeing the Netflix logo on her computer screen.

“Hmm, I was thinking of seeing Harry Potter.” She shrugged and Lafayette watched her bite down on her lip as she wasn’t looking at the screen. “I’m a huge Potter fan and have yet to go to the Harry Potter World at Disney. It’s sad.”

“Well, I have never watched Harry Potter… or gone to Disney. Maybe we can meet up one day and have a… how you say… a uh, movie marathon!” he nodded and grinned.

“You mean… Netflix and chill?” he watched her face make a cringe.

“Non! No! Just the Netflix part! You have my word, mon chérie!” he quickly said, not wanting her to think all he wanted was to sleep together.

“How about we meet up in person first before making those kinds of plans?”

Nodding, the two fell into comfortable conversation. Her about her childhood and Lafayette told Y/N about his time in France.

As they were both laying in bed talking, Lafayette was flipping through the channels of his tv, telling her the plot of a movie he had seen. That was when he heard the heavy breathing. Looking at his phone, the same phone he took his eyes off for just a minute. Seeing Y/N asleep, he smiled fondly and said a ‘goodnight’ before turning off the call and putting his phone down. Going to sleep himself.

The week went by the same. The two would text and call each other each night after work, deciding to not bother the other while at work, only during their lunch break and in the mornings. Though, her morning always started before his, Lafayette would always wake up to a “Good Morning” message.

Making plans to meet on Saturday, they agreed to have it so they would meet up with a group of friends so it wouldn’t be awkward or anything.

Monday.

Tuesday.

Wednesday.

Thursday.

Friday.

Saturday.

Having met John’s friends throughout the week, they all found time to stop by the Barber shop. Lafayette got along with all of them. They had agreed to go to the bar on Saturday with him and of course, Peggy would bring her sisters along.

“Though, I’m sure Y/N already asked them!” she giggled at Lafayette who glared at her and told Peggy to get back to work. Only so she would stop teasing him.

Now the big day arrived, and he was excited, Y/N had been telling him how she was excited to introduce him to her long-time best friend, Thomas. The same Thomas who she swore he looked alike.

Arriving at the bar in a group of five, Rafael also there with his girlfriend Ashley. They found a large table for their group and a few minutes later, Lafayette went to the bathroom.

Y/N’s POV:

Pacing the outside of the bar with Thomas, Peggy, Angelica and Eliza. Y/N felt like she was going to throw up. “I can’t do this!” she turned to leave, only to be stopped by Thomas and she groaned as she was shoved into the bar. The sisters making way to the table with everyone and Thomas went to the bar with Y/N knowing she was worried.

“It’s gonna be fine, doll… he’s gonna love you, ok? I mean look at you… you’re what the kids call a Cinnamon bun!” he tried to pinch her cheeks, but Y/N slapped his hands away with a pout.

“Bitch…” she huffed and turned. “Get me something to drink, I’m gonna go use the bathroom and try not to throw up.” Without another word, Y/N entered the bathroom to try and calm her nerves.

Thomas’ POV:

As he waited for his drink, Y/N’s drink and the three sisters. Thomas tapped his finger against the bar counter waiting. Watching the game on the tv that was hung up.

“God Lafayette. The sisters I told you about are here… meaning so is Y/N and that Jeffershit. You’re going to Hate him like I do. I can just feel it, that nosy… cocky… son of a ….” Turning around with an eyebrow raised, Thomas looked amused as Alexander let out a loud, somewhat girly shriek.

“I’m sorry, what was that you were saying about me, Hamishit?” he asked, arms crossed over his chest.

“Wh- WHY IS YOUR HAIR UP LIKE THAT?” Alexander demanded to know, and Thomas rolled his eyes.

But before he could say anything, he was frozen. Seeing a man who looked just like him standing before him. ‘No wonder dumbass Hamilton got us confused.’ He thought to himself and when Y/N came over as well. She looked between the two man.

“Dude… you got some amazing D.N.A.” Thomas said with a nod of his head, hoping to break the weird silence.

“Merci mon ami… You as well!” Lafayette nodded, only to look at Y/N with a grin. The two, after telling their friends they would find a table to get to know one another.

Thomas was left there with a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Remembering stories of his mother tell him of the twin brother he should have had but he was taken when he was just a baby.

AN: I DID IT! I WROTE MY AU IDEA. WOWOW this is gonna be fun. Should I have started this with all my WIPs??? Probably not, but oh well. I HOPED YOU ENJOYED IT!

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[eatgraypes]

It Happens

Character/Person : Daveed Diggs

Pairing : Daveed Diggs x Asian!Reader

Time : Modern

Reader’s Gender : Female

Side Note : this was a drabble im sorry. slight jASMINE X ANTHONY CAUSE YES

Warnings : language ofc, anxiety (ive never had it so this was just how i thought it goes)

Possibility Of Having Another Part : idk i mean if someone asked for a second part i guess i’d write it

Genre : Fluff

Request : H---hiii ;///; um im taiwanese and i love hamilton Q///Q i-i was wondering if it was okay with you to do a daveed diggs fluff with an asian reader? (I feel very small as an asian in this community s-so... ahaha... //runs away)

Word Count : 768

Summary : Working with Lin-Manuel Miranda in his early projects had it’s perks. One of which was that he’d be quick to cast you as a character in one of his other projects, no audition required. You weren’t the only one with this perk: Anthony Ramos, a friend of yours, had it too. Arm in arm, you face this new project with Anthony but then stop and freeze when your anxiety gets to you. A stranger that Anthony calls ‘Diggs’ helps you get through it.

Part I  Part II

You were a close friend of Lin-Manuel Miranda, also having worked with him before he assigned you the role of Maria Reynolds of his new musical: Hamilton; no audition required. No matter how many times you thanked him he shrugged it off and always replied with “you deserve it.”

You watched as a bustling crowd made its way into the tall building for their first official rehearsal. You were one of these people, excited to see how the project would go. You didn’t know much about Alexander Hamilton, so playing a person in his life would probably teach you something about history.

“Y/N!” You turned your head towards the sound of the voice. The blistering heat made it difficult to make out who called out for you, but when you did get a clear view, you screamed back.

“Anthony!” Overwhelmed with joy, you found yourself in Anthony’s embrace.

“I didn’t know you were part of this project,” he says, removing his arms from you.

“Vice versa, who were you cast as?” You watched his face light up, if possible as he was already beaming.

“John Laurens,” he answers. You nodded, trying to remember who he was from the small Hamilton book Lin handed you.

“Uh, the friend?” Anthony laughed, “who do you play?”

You winked, “Maria Reynolds.”

His eyebrows shot up and his lips pursed, “oh! Scandalous.” Both of you shared a laugh and walked shoulder to shoulder into the building where Lin awaited for everyone's arrival.

By the time everyone had ushered into the large room and Lin had explained how the project would go, you grew nervous. You scanned the room and there weren’t many Asians in the room. In fact, it the ratio of Asians to other races was very low. And before you knew it, you were chewing on your bottom lip and allowing the shy, anxious part of you to peek it’s head out.

Oh god.

You felt like your anxiety was getting the best of you.

Can this floor just swallow me.

“Hey, Ant.” You glanced up at the sudden voice.

Oh, fuck.

Your eyes darted around for Lin when you had to process that he was done talking and you missed part of it because you were busy stressing about something stupid. You took a peek at the stranger and -

Oh, double fuck.

He was hot.

“Diggs! You’re here too? Damn.” You were still too scared to look up, so instead you tapped your fingernails together and pressed your shoulder against Anthony to signal him of how uncomfortable you felt. He spared you a glance and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, you immediately leaned into it.

“I’d love to stay and chat, Diggs, but a certain Schuyler sister is calling me.” Your gaze shot from your shoes to Anthony, who was speed walking away to Jasmine, a fellow cast-member that was scanning through her script as Peggy. You almost immediately regretted it as your eyes met with brown ones. The owner to them smiled at you, you nervously smiled back and forced a laugh.

“Sorry, I’m not this awkward. It’s just- anxiety, you know?” You flinched, your words sounded a lot better in your head. But to your surprise, this ‘Diggs’ nodded his head and agreed eagerly.

“Yeah. I totally get that. What’s got you so anxious?” He questioned, slight concern laced his voice, you didn’t let it go unnoticed.

“It’s silly,” your gaze returned to your shoes.

“Hit me.” He smiled brightly and spread his arms, but you didn’t see it as you focused on digging into the floor with the heel of your foot.

“I, uh,” you peeked at him through your eyelashes and saw that he was still standing there, beaming, and arms still spread wide in a weird gesture. You quickly returned back to staring at your feet when he caught you looking at him and raised an eyebrow. Heat erupted from your face, both from embarrassment and well, there was a hot guy in front of you asking why you were quietly freaking out.

“It’s just, there’s not many other- uh, Asians here. I feel, smaller, I think. I don’t know.” If you could get any more flustered, you did. Here you were, spilling your emotions to some stranger. A hot stranger, too.

“Nah, I totally feel you. But, hey, we’re all minorities here. Lin did request for everybody to be of color.” Lin didn’t tell you this. Damn it.

“Oh.” You stopped and cringed, “oh.”

‘Diggs’ laughed and smiled warmly, a twinkle in his eye. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“It happens.”

[elocinnicole]

Can you do a head cannon on Collin meeting Zan for the first time?

Collin was totally fine when he found out that Shauna had a child. She actually said it on their first date.

Shauna didn't bring up her child again for a while until she and Collin talked about seeing each other exclusively.

At first, Collin was excited to finally meet Zan. When he would pick her up for dates, Zan would already be asleep or at her mom's but Collin could see the toys that littered the living room and the Black Panther backpack that Shauna had a son and he wondered what he looked like. How does he act, would he like him?

He was completely fine until he woke up that morning.

AN overwhelming sense of nervousness floated around Collin the entire day.

Miles teased him of course, “I mean Zan and Sean are in the same martial arts class. Zan might beat yo ass. He gonna roundhouse kick you into next week.”

It was time to meet Shauna and Zan at the restaurant. Collin thought it would be better to meet rather than pick them up. Honestly, he was just scared as hell. There’s a reason his mom is Sean’s godparent and not him.

Collin walked into the restaurant and his eyes immediately caught Shauna he walked over to the table and smiled when he saw her.

Collin didn’t realize he was staring until Zan asked, “Are you the guy that Mommy talks to on the phone?”

Dinner is going surprisingly well. Zan talked most of the time telling Collin about his martial arts lessons.

When Shauna went to the bathroom, Zan told Collin that he had made his mom smile a lot. "Mommy hasn't smiled in a long time. When she talks about you with Aunite Ashley she smiles, then they tell me to go my room so they can keep talking."

Collin follows Shauna home, Zan's reasoning being so that next time Collin can come over to their house.

Zan excitedly shows Collin his dinosaur collection and explains each dinosaur.

“Mr. Collin do you want to play with me?” “Zan, Mr. Collin has to—” “Sure! Man I love dinosaurs!” Collin exclaimed sending a wink Shauna’s way.

Collin played with Zan for almost twenty minutes before Shauna made Zan go to bed. “Thanks for playing with him. You didn’t have to do that.” “You don’t have to thank me, I wanted to.”

Shauna thought she put Zan to bed when she was kissing Collin goodnight until they heard a giggle from behind them.

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Fresh Squeeze Ch. 11

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (You)

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Minors DNI, 18 + ONLY, RPF, cursing, Truth or Dare, lots of Plot. SMUT, (fingering), the very beginnings of a Daddy kink. This is fluffy. 😊

Word Count: 3.6 K 

Plot: It’s the Truth or Dare game.  What is Lindy’s Truth? Does Daveed Dare? Read to find out!

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“Truth or Dare Daveed?” 

Jasmine repeated the question.

Daveed and everyone else were clocking you. Hard.

You glanced around the room and back at Daveed.  You tried to be cool, but internally, you were screaming. You didn’t know how you felt about his truth. 

Attempting telepathy as you looked in his eyes, you silently pleaded with him. Daveed stared back at you, caught your vibe and almost imperceptibly nodded.

He held your gaze as he answered Jazzy.

“Dare.”

You breathed a sigh of relief and then smiled. You could handle this.

Jasmine looked at you, her eyes sparkling. Then she addressed Daveed. 

“Daveed Diggs. I dare you… to spend Seven Minutes in Heaven with Linden Marshall.”

You stuck your tongue out at Jasmine as everyone laughed.

“Betta keep that tongue in your mouth, you’re going to need it in a minute.”

You flipped her, and the whole room,  off as you followed Daveed into the guest room.

Daveed stood just inside the door, waiting for you to enter.  He was determined to tell you how he felt, truth or dare. Come hell or high water. 

You were in front of him, looking up at him expectantly.  And now he wasn’t so sure about telling you the truth with you standing there looking like a deer in the headlights.

You stood in each other’s gravitational pull for a moment before Daveed went and sat on the bed, scooting so that he lay on his back with his head on the pillow. He gathered his courage and held his hand out to you.

“Come here Lindy. Please.”

It wasn’t the dom voice. He was genuinely asking for you to go to him. So you walked over and sat on the bed beside him and gave him your hand.  He reached over with the hand furthest away from you and stroked yours tenderly.

“Closer.”

Daveed pulled you gently and you perched on the bed. He kept pulling until you were draped over him. He smiled at you. You didn’t quite know what to think. This wasn’t happening like you thought it would.

“Climb on.”

You smiled, thinking he was just slow to warm up. You swung your leg around him and straddled his slim hips, seating yourself firmly.  

To your surprise, he wasn’t hard. You didn’t let it phase you as you looked down and started grinding on him, even as his hands came up to your hips. 

What happened next was a surprise.

“Stop it Lindy.” Daveed’s firm grip ended your movement. “Look at me.”

You stopped and looked him in the eyes as your heart dropped.

He opened his arms. “Come. Here.”

You blinked a couple of times until you understood what he meant. Leaning forward until your head was nestled under his chin, you allowed his arms to come up around you and embrace you, his hands moving slowly up and down your back.

Finally exhaling, you relaxed into Daveed’s chest.  Closing your eyes and breathing in his scent, you realized that you loved it. Your mind started ticking off other things about him that you loved.

You loved being in his arms; you felt safe.  You loved being around him; his smile was everything and you always felt warm in his presence.  You loved how he made you feel; he was a master at both making you aware of your importance and of your status of sex goddess. 

You loved Daveed.

Oh shit.

You were in love with him. You realized it and you only panicked just a little bit.  You burrowed further into Daveed’s chest, thinking that he didn’t need to know all that.

Daveed sighed and relaxed a little as he felt you do the same. He kissed your forehead, grateful to have you in his clutch. He realized that you were probably never going to initiate a conversation with him about feelings if he didn’t first, partially because you were scared of being vulnerable and partially because you had been hurt.  

He knew you were a natural born brat and that was what made him want to tame you more. Many a night he dreamed of giving you pleasure and when he finally got to do it, he was addicted to it. 

But what tugged his heart was knowing that you were fragile and didn’t have the love you deserved. That was one reason that he just wanted to keep you safe in his arms. 

For a long time. Maybe forever.

“This,” Daveed rasped, then cleared his throat. “This is my idea of heaven.  And this is how I want to spend the next six minutes. Holding you.”

Your heart leapt and your stomach was populated with butterflies. You didn’t have to look at him to feel his emotion.

Oh, shit, you thought. This man was about to tell you his truth while doing his dare. You had to smile at the set up.

“Linden?”

You bit your lip as you tried to decide how to respond, and timidly looked up at him as he gazed down at you. 

Daveed thought that you were so fucking adorable. He also knew that you were terrified. But he had to let you know what it was. There was no more time for games. 

Wasn’t nothing to it, but to do it.

He kissed your nose.

“You don’t have to say anything,” said Daveed, the mind reader.

“Just listen.”

Daveed took a minute to compose himself.

oh shit

“Linden. I know that you act the way you do with me for a reason. A very important reason. But you don’t have to run from me, or be scared, or think I’m going to hurt you.”

You put your head back down on his chest, and he stroked your back again.

“You are pretty much the dopest woman I know.”  You smiled at that.

“The first time I saw you at the launch party I was a goner. I wanted you, and I wanted to get to know you better. As we got closer as friends, I found out that you are smart as hell and you always make me laugh with your dry ass humor.”

You thought of how the last 5 months had progressed, and you realized that D was telling the truth. 

Daveed started to ramble.

“I want to have the chance to drive you crazy.”

“Hunh?” You peeked up at him.

“What I mean is, that I’m a human being, and I think... I mean, I know…what I mean is that...I HOPE I’m going to have the opportunity to drive you crazy and get on your nerves…”

You looked up at him again. This time like he was crazy.

He chuckled, kissed your lips lightly and smiled. Butterflies again.

Daveed was nervous as hell. You propped your chin on your hand which was on his chest, and enjoyed the view of him rattling on. 

You didn’t know that you had a small smile on your face as well.

“I mean, I hope to spend a lot of time with you, so I know if that happens we’ll get on each other’s nerves and the people that you love the most always aggravate the hell out of you and…”

“Wait.” 

Daveed stopped and grinned down at you.

“Are you saying that I love you?” 

You raised your eyebrow at him and sat up, still straddling him. 

“The MOST?”

“Well, I was using the rhetorical ‘you’, but now that you’ve mentioned it…” 

Daveed sat up and leaned back against the headboard. Just smirking at you. Asshole.

“You brought me in here to tell ME that I…” you pointed to your chest, “Love YOU?”  Now you were pointing at him. 

Daveed hadn’t thought of that.  But it was brilliant. This would activate your contrary nature. You didn’t know that you had come up with your own demise.

“Well….yeah.” 

Daveed smiled that annoyingly beautiful smile.

Your mouth dropped open. 

“It’s supposed to be the other way around,” you huffed.  “You’re just.. so…so... FUCKING INFURIATING!”

You moved to climb off of him, but this time his hands held you even tighter. Your scowl was turning him on now and he pushed his shorts covered dick into your crotch, which made you settle down a bit. But you crossed your arms and pouted, a spoiled brat for Daveed. 

God, he need to fuck you stupid. It wasn’t the time for that, though.

But shit, he loved you. And he needed you to see that you loved him too. He just knew it.

“Well, it’s true, isn’t it?”

“Certainly not....if you don’t love me back.”

Daveed jumped for joy on the inside. Progress.

“So. Your love is conditional?” 

His thumbs were rubbing circles on your hip bones, but still holding you to him.

You looked him straight in the eye. Challenge accepted.

“My love is NOT conditional. I’ll love the shit out of you, Daveed Diggs.”

Daveed stopped breathing. He moved his face closer to yours, looking in your eyes.

“Did… Did you just say you love me?”

He couldn’t believe it. It was too easy. All he could do was smile. Daveed was elated.

Panic set in.. You did just say that, didn’t you? 

OH SHIT!

You weren’t even thinking and it just popped out of your mouth.

 “You tricked me!” 

You squirmed, trying to get away, and pounding on his chest.  His strong arms just kept you right where he wanted you, and he was enjoying the struggle. He wasn’t keeping track for possible ramifications later, just enjoying you, heated and desperate, in his lap.

“And you won’t let me go!”

“You’re damn right I won’t let you go. I’ll never let you go.”

 He crashed his lips upon yours and ravaged your mouth. Joy, love, and lust coursed through him and his heart beat mightily in his chest.

Jasmine knocked on the door, “Time’s up!”

You stopped kissing, breathlessly, and rested your forehead on Daveed’s. You wanted him so bad. But you were big mad. You tried your best to glare at him, but he only smiled wider.

“You’ll probably always have a spell on me Linden.” 

Oh shit, You really did love the shit out of him. You were fucked.

“I can’t stand you. Must everything you do make me wanna smile or fuck you? Can I not like you for a while?”

Daveed pecked your lips quickly.

 “No.”

 He practically pushed you off him and dragged you to the door.

“Gotta go. You heard Jasmine, time’s up.”

You both left the room, Daveed grinning and you looking evil.

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He’d got you good.

You sat back down and crossed your legs and arms. Everyone was wary of you, not wanting to make eye contact. Everyone except Daveed.

He turned to you, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Linden, Truth, or Dare?”

You were ready for this moment. You were done with the fronting and oh so exhausted of running. You loved him. And now you just had to know.

“Dare, Daveed.”

You raised your eyebrow again, using your telepathy on him. He sighed, unable to resist you.

“Linden, I dare you to spend another Seven Minutes in Heaven with me.”

You jumped up and immediately grabbed his hand, pulling him back in the guest room.  Your friends’ hoots and hollers were at your backs.

When you got in the door, you turned toward Daveed as he took a deep breath and grabbed your hands. He grinned that huge shy grin and you knew you loved this fool. You couldn’t stand how much you needed him. 

You pulled him toward the bed and sat down.

“So.  What’s your idea of heaven?” That fucking smile got you every time.

You hated that he completely knew the power that he had over you.  You were hot and cold and things were hard and soft all over your body for him.  But your heart was also pounding in your ears.  

You had it bad.

Daveed looked down at your intertwined hands and back up at you, puppy dog eyes on fleek. Butterflies tried to fly up your throat.

“My idea of heaven is talking to you. Real talk.”

He smiled again and leaned toward you, giving you a pack on the forehead. That was so damn sexy.

“Ok, I also have a truth for you. You down?”

“Always.”

You were more confident now that you realized that you loved him.

“Linden. Do you believe? No, do you KNOW that I love you?”

You didn’t have to look at him to know. But you did. And you knew. And you took a deep breath, for once not afraid, and no longer holding yourself back.

“Yes. You love me. And I know that you won’t try to hurt me. I’m going to trust that.” You climbed on his lap and looked up at him through your lashes.

“You wanna be mine, boy?”  The way that you cocked your head and bit your bottom lip was everything to him. He laughed that laugh of his and smiled brighter. 

“Fuck yeah. I love you, Lindy. You got my heart, girl.” 

He leaned forward and kissed you, slipping his tongue in and sweetly caressing yours while caressing your waist with his fingers.

When you came up for breath, he added, “And you already know that you’re mine. Right?”  

His hands slipped inside your shorts, squeezing your ass and moving his long fingers to caress your crease.

You shivered as he let you know how good he could make you feel.

“Yes. Only yours, Sir.” 

Daveed had you moaning and squirming and biting your lip in his lap. You braced yourself with your hands on his broad shoulders as you tried to stay lucid. You looked into his eyes.

The way your eyes started to glaze with desire, and your struggle to stay in control excited Daveed. His dick swelled and he was filled with the desire to give you release right now.

The fact that you were his and that only he could soothe your pent up emotions by controlling your body ignited his blood. One of his new missions in life was to make you feel good.

Although you didn’t have much time, he could do a little something. 

“Yeah, that’s right, focus on me, Baby Girl.” 

His deeper voice and pet name made you wet and you were sure that he could feel that. You could feel his erection but you tried not to grind.  You were having a serious conversation.

“Yes, Sir.”  

It was Daveed’s turn to bite his lip which he released in a breathy, “Fuck,” as he moved one hand around to the front of your shorts.

“Lean back.”

You obeyed, bracing yourself with your hands behind you on the bed, keeping eye contact with Daveed.  

You smiled as you realized that he could play your body so well, but as his stare became more intense, in time with his finger slipping into your wet cunt, your smile disappeared.

Daveed grinned as he saw the effect of him fingering you, so he slipped another long digit inside you, and used his thumb to furiously circle your clit.  You struggled to keep your eyes open as he curled his fingers and shook his hand vigorously while still circling your button.

“H-how the fuck are you doing that?”  Your eyes were wide and your voice full of sex as you asked the question.

“Saxophone player in high school,” Daveed huffed. “You gotta be able to do a lot of different things at once with your fingers.” 

His eyes were sweeping up and down your trembling body as you arched your back.

“We don’t have much time Baby Girl. Give me what I want.”  Daveed squeezed your ass again and stretched you open.  “I love you Linden. Cum for me.”  HIs words and the command in his voice sent you over the edge.

“Daddyyy, I-”  

Daveed hurriedly pinned you down to the bed by campling his hand over your mouth as you twitched through your orgasm.  He kissed down your neck as you twisted and turned on the bed, and was reaching for his cock when…

“Times UPPPP!”

Daveed groaned and stopped, looking up at you, your eyes closed and your breathing was heavy.  He removed his hand and kissed your lips.

Daveed smirked as you opened your eyes and asked, “Did you just call me ‘Daddy?’”

You pushed him away and stood up, straightening your clothes. 

“We gotta go. Time’s up!”  You popped the P.

He shook his head at you headed toward the door.

“You’re lucky it’s your birthday, or…” 

You had just stepped out of the door when you rushed Daveed and looked at his watch. 3:10 am, May 9th.

He smiled and laughed, then pulled you close. “Happy Birthday, Linden Marie Marshall.”

You smiled back and kissed him, in full view of your fam to the sound of Jasmine squealing while Craig, Ant and Rafa whooped and hollered. 

“It’s about damn time!”

“Finally!”

“He’s been pining for months, girl!”

“Get it Diggs!”

You laughed and looked around, giggling at your fam. You burrowed into Daveed’s arms and he held you close.

You rested there, at peace for the moment while your idiots danced around you. 

Daveed kissed the top of your head and said, “Don't go to sleep before we sing Happy Birthday.”

You made a cutting motion with your hand, but he would not be stopped.

“ITS YA BIRTHDAYYYY” Daveed screamed so loud it hurt your ears.

“OH SHIT!” Rafa screamed, Everybody screamed. It was anarchy.

You tried to hide in Daveed’s arms, but he pushed you away to face your crew’s kisses, love taps, and a crazy ass rendition of Happy Birthday. You were shaking with laughter when it was over.

“Welp. Time for bed!” It was your turn to pull Daveed who gave you no resistance as you led him to your room.

“Lindy finna give Diggs some of that birthday cake!” Craig was too much.

Daveed grinned as you pulled him into your room.

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You stripped as soon as he closed the door. For some reason you wanted to be vulnerable to him. Shyness enveloped you for a moment as you stood in front of him.

Daveed took you in, from your hair to your face down your neck and down your golden brown collarbone to your breasts, belly and manicured hair at the apex of your thighs, and down your legs to your toes. 

“Damn, I’m lucky.”  

He grinned that famous grin. You yawned and stretched your way back into his arms, standing on your tiptoes to give him a tired kiss. Your eyes were heavy and the adrenaline from Truth or Dare had completely left your body, crashing you into exhaustion.

“Listen. Can I...Can I just hold you tonight?” Daveed was so soft for you.

He knew you were exhausted, and he was too, coming down from the adrenaline high of 'I love yous’ and release. His hands were all over you, but in a soothing, not sexual way.

“Yeah. Let’s saw the fuck outta some logs. I’m tired.” 

You kissed him again as he rubbed, then slapped your ass. 

“You’re definitely giving me some of this birthday cake in the morning.”

“Oh? Am I now?” 

Your inner brat was shining through.  Daveed wasn’t going. He tried to play it cool.

“Or not.” He shrugged. “It’s your birthday. Do you.” 

You instantly regretted your remark because you wanted him to in fact, do you.

Daveed feigned indifference and took off his t-shirt. He was keenly aware of your eyes tracing down his naked torso. He laughed at you. Then yawned.

“Let’s get them zzzz. Here, wear this.” 

The green and gold Oaklandish shirt he had been wearing was in his hand. You were beginning to figure out that you wearing his clothes was one of his kinks. You grinned and took it from him, slipping it on, his spicy scent enveloping you.

You were right. The knowledge that you were naked under his shirt made him feel some kinda way.

You went to the bathroom and brushed your teeth and then got in bed while Daveed went to his room and  did the same. You opened your eyes as he came back into your room in pajama pants and slipped back into bed with you and his heart jumped

“Hey.”

“Hey, you.”

You grinned, turned around, scooted closer and pushed your ass into his crotch.  You wiggled a bit, and he let you for a few seconds until he grabbed your hip to still you.

“This is us now Lindy. No more running. No more fronting. Me and you.”  

Daveed leaned down and kissed your neck, wanting to make sure that you were sure. You turned around in his grip to face him.

“I’m not going to run anymore. I can’t say that I won’t be crazy sometimes, because my life has been a mess, but it’s too exhausting to fight this. I can’t front anymore, I love you, and I think I have for a while. But please, please be easy with me Daveed. I can’t handle more heartbreak.”

“I have a feeling that the only heartbreak that might happen is you breaking me down. Girl, you are… everything…”

Daveed gave you a tender kiss and pulled you into him. You folded yourself onto his body, putting your head on his chest to hear his heartbeat.

Soon, you were both fast asleep.

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Fresh Squeeze 9

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (You)

Set in 2023, post-pandemic. Isabela, PR

Warnings: Cursing, implied drug use (marijuana), drinking, Anthony Ramos, Fluff. Poorly described performing, Plot. SMUT,  Graphic depictions of sex. Mature themes and situations.18+. Dom! Daveed, unprotected sex (wrap it when you tap it folks), sex in da club, breeding kink.

Word Count: 5.5 K

Plot: It’s Linden’s birthday and her present is Daveed Diggs. 

I PROMISE, my heaux, I meant for their first time to be all candlelight and rose petals and a nice bed, but… they just took over with their horny selves.  Hope it’s okay. All mistakes my own.

Previous Chapter

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Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, you thought as you watched Daveed’s chocolate, muscled back retreat into his room.

Although you could feel yourself drawn to him like a magnet, you didn’t want to lose yourself to a relationship again. You’d worked too hard and come too far. 

But this attraction was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

You went to the kitchen, getting some water to quench your thirst. You decided to calm down by watching the waves as you drank.

In his room, Daveed laid out what he was going to wear, and take off, that night.  He looked in his bag for his chains and then had a thought.  

He opened his door to see you at the bar in the kitchen, drinking something and looking out at the surf.

Although he wanted to enjoy the view of you, he called your name and strolled out of his room.

“Linden!”

When you heard him call your name, you slowly turned around, not knowing whether to expect him to grab you and take you back to his room, or tell you that he’d decided that you should just be friends. 

But all that anxiety was wiped away with that killer smile of his. You smiled back up at him hopefully.

You looked delectable to Daveed, but he came back out with a purpose. He nodded toward what was in his hand.

“Will you rock my chain?…”  

He held it out, a 30 inch Cuban link chain that seemed kinda heavy. You looked at it and then at him, amused.

“What are we? In high school?”

Damn, Daveed sure did feel like it.  You made him so unsure. So he played off his nerves and chuckled.

“Nah, far from it.” 

But when he bit his lip you felt those adolescent butterflies that flew in your belly when your crush looked at you. 

“I just like seeing you wear my stuff. Today it was….”  

The vision of you wearing his cutoff jeans and fingering yourself while he talked you through an orgasm was making him firm.

 “It was... Yeah.”  Daveed gulped and mentally told himself to calm down.

Your face got warm as Daveed looked down at the chain in his hand and then held it out to you. You just stared at it.

“I dunno. What does this mean for this…relationship?”  Shit, you were playing yourself. What made you say the “R” word?

You looked up at Daveed and his eyes lit up, even though he tried to hide it, you could tell. He just cleared his throat and made a joke.

“So, I just thought you could wear it tonight… It’s a loan. Not trying to give you any jewelry or nothing like that.”  

His lopsided smile was everything. But  you didn’t dare show how happy you were in that moment. But damn, you were happy.

Daveed didn’t want you to get offended like earlier, but he thought it was too late when he saw the pout on your face.

“You promised to get me some nipple clamps…”

All Daveed could do was stare at your lips; his mind blanked at the vision of you in sex jewelery.  

All of his willpower was in this moment. He almost bent down and threw you over his shoulder to take to his room, but… 

He laughed and smiled, all cool on the outside.

“I did say that, didn’t I?”  HIs voice was an octave lower and your insides quivered at the tone.

You nodded at him, all wide eyed and ready to fuck.  He cleared his throat again. 

“Well, this is the best I can do. In a pinch.”  

You flashed back to him manhandling you earlier, pinching and rolling your nipples just like you liked it. 

A good Sir. So hot. And he had you right where he wanted you.

 “So will you wear it?” 

You reached and took the chain in your hand, its weight heavier than you’d imagined.

You looked up at him, then the chain, then back at him made him wish the night away so he could do what he wanted with you.  

“Yes. Sir. “ 

The way you looked at him, innocent yet greedy. Damn he needed to fuck you. His dick pulsed and swelled, pulling blood from his brain, making him a little euphoric.

Fuck yeah. That hard dick dopamine.

You felt the control you had over him. The way his pretty brown eyes were blown the moment you said’ Sir’ did something you.

“If I offered to suck your dick, right now, would you tell me no again? I don’t like rejection, Daveed.”

“Linden!” 

He grabbed you by the back of your neck and hip, and pulled you to him, pressing your barely clothed body to his, making you feel how hard you had gotten him through his swim trunks.

“You trying to control me is not going to work, sweetheart. I’m in control. As far as sucking my dick goes, I’ll tell you when, how and if you can even breathe.”

Daveed’s eyes searched yours, seeing the halfway here, halfway there look in your eyes. 

He looked at your open mouth gasping for air and he took it, covering your mouth with his.

Then he pulled back.  

“Got it?”

“Y-yes Sir.” 

This time, the phrase served to calm him. He rested his forehead against yours. While he cupped your cheeks in his hands.

“Linden, are you SURE that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.” He took a deep, ragged breath and looked down. 

“I-I’m not sure I can control my…..baser tendencies with you. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this way. I don’t want to think I’m…”

“Daveed, I’m grown. I know what I’m doing. I want this. I’ll take what you give me. I’ll take it all.” You smiled at him as he looked back up at you.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me. I don’t break easy.” You leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I told you what I like.”  

You straightened up and stared straight into his eyes.

He knew you were trying it again. This time he just chuckled and kissed you on the forehead.

“Alright then. Patience….” 

He didn’t finish the sentence because he just realized what he was going to add to the end of it. And he knew it was true, but it would just freak you out.

He let you go and then backed toward his room as you turned around and leaned against the bar to watch him go.  

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An hour later, Ant, Rafael and Daveed were gone and you had showered and started to pick out your outfit for the night.  

You decided that less was more, so you opted for a red bandeau top and jean shorts.  

Daveed’s chain was so long that you could double it up as a choker, and you thought that was appropriate for the night. 

You didn’t want to look like you were trying too hard, so you threw your hair up in a messy bun and put on your gold hoop earrings. 

Time in the sun had been good to you so you did minimal make-up.  You surveyed your handiwork in the mirror.

You liked what you saw and if Daveed didn’t, well, it was his loss.

Despite your nerves, you reveled in the anticipation for tonight. But you also thought that you’d be okay if you just fell asleep in Daveed’s arms.  

You cocked your head at your reflection. 

What the hell was wrong with you? Did you want Daveed or not?  Were you afraid of his dom ways or did they make you feel free?  You didn’t know what the fuck was going on inside your brain.

So you just decided to go with what your body told you.

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“Goddam girl!  If I wasn’t engaged, I would fuck you my damn self.”

You laughed at Jasmine whistling at you while Craig shook his head as you came out to them waiting on you in the living room. You put on your fanny pack and your high heeled sandals.

“Are you going to sing tonight, Jas?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not really feeling it, but I can't resist when Ant calls me up on stage. I’ll do one, maybe two.” 

“Stop lying Jas. That silly grin on your face matches this bitch right here.” 

You looked behind you because Craig was pointing in your direction.

“Who? Me?” The blood was draining from your face

“Don’t try it, you are already sprung on whatever Daveed did to you this afternoon. It’s over with.  You might as well make wedding plans along with Jasmine.”

You shook your head, a little terrified at what Craig was saying. Jasmine and Craig were busy laughing but you were busy freaking out.

“No, it’s not like that…”

Craig looked into your eyes and saw that you were spooked.

“Okay, Lindy, I’m just kidding. Y’all just kickin it, I get it.” 

He knew you were on edge. “Let’s get ready to go. I want to see a show and maybe find me someone to get sprung on .”

The mood was lightened a bit and ya’ll decided to depart.

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Three hours later:

You and Jasmine were turnt up close to the stage in a teeny weeny VIP section in the small club. 

You had your drink in your hand and were feeling Anthony’s set.  Daveed and Rafa were drinking and watching from the side of the stage.

“Why don’t you just go down there, take her back stage and kill all this tension, man.”

Rafael peeped Daveed clocking you.

Daveed grinned his shy grin at his friend.

“Nah, man.  This feeling is everything.” 

He made eye contact with you, winked and took a sip of his drink, sure that he looked cool even though his stomach was doing flips.

Rafa just smiled and drank some more himself, enjoying all of this playing out.

Craig was chatting some guy up at the bar and you and Jasmine were just enjoying the show.

Why do I push through the day/Like tomorrow's gonna figure it out, figure it out, figure it out/ Like someone else will figure it out, figure it out, figure it out..

You were singing louder than most of the crowd and Ant was laughing at you from the stage because you were loose and loving it.  Your arms were spread out and you were swaying with the music.  

Someone came up and embraced you from behind, swaying with you and you opened your eyes to see Jasmine’s face beside yours.

You grinned, turned around and started slow dancing with her, each of you singing and looking up at Anthony.  

He looked over at Rafa and D. They just shook their heads.

He managed to finish the song before cracking up and said.

“Ay, where’s the bouncer, this chick is tryna steal my girl.”  

Everyone looked at you when he pointed but you just flipped him off and then tried to kiss Jasmine on the cheek.

She turned her head at the last minute and you kissed her full on the lips.  You two went with it and hammed it up for effect. It was a classic movie make out scene.

When you separated, Anthony was just staring at you two.

Daveed and Rafa came out on stage to get a better look and you could hear Craig shouting, “Get it, Ladies!” from the back of the club.

Ant’s eyes were wide and he said, “I think I just forgot the lyrics to all my songs.”

Everyone laughed and then he said, “But I’m having too much fun, yo, I don’t want my set to end, so let’s go “One More Hour.”

Everyone sang along for the intro and turned up for the chorus.

Let's go one more hour/ Lovin' this encounter/ Usually I'm gone now/I'm not ready/ I don't really wanna go

After that fun, Anthony called Jasmine up to the stage, and she gave you a wink as she went up.  

It was so sweet watching her give him a peck on the cheek and him adjust the mic for her.  

Jasmine’s voice. Was every. Thing.  

You just stood in front of her on the floor as she sang on stage and you were just blown away. And when they sang together,

Cause they can write stories/ They can sing songs/But they don't make fairytales/ Sweeter than ours

You just about melted.

“Ok guys, we’re gonna take ten so my boys can get set up.  Order a drink from the bar.”

Jasmine came down from the stage with you again.

“Our little smooch got Ant riled up! Zaddy gonna zick me down goot tonite!” 

Jasmine was hyped and you laughed at her lust.

“Wingwoman activated!”  You thought they were so cute together.

Her eyes were sparkling.

“Time to return the favor.”

Jasmine nodded her head and you looked behind you to catch Daveed checking you out.

She grabbed your hands. “Come up and sit in the wings with me!”

You knew what she was doing. “Oh no. I want to experience the show.”

“Trust. For the Boys, especially Daveed, you need up on the stage.”

You giggled, your drink and the fun getting you loose, and followed her on the stage.

Ant and Rafa approached. You couldn’t decipher the look on Anthony’s face.

“About you making out with my girl...” 

He and Rafael looked at each other and Anthony broke out into a grin. 

“Do it any time you like, as long as I get to watch.”

Rafa nodded vigorously as you and Jasmine broke up in laughter.

“Perv.” 

You couldn’t handle Anthony’s antics tonight. Your nerves were everywhere. Rafa seemed to sense it and led you over to a stool. 

“M’Lady,” 

Rafael bowed and kissed your hand, keeping his eyes on you. You giggled.

“In all seriousness, though. You look amazing tonight.”  His eyes were something.

“Thank you, Rafa.” 

You smiled up at him, taking the fact that he was being extra smiley tonight. You could smell some of that premium PR indica. 

Oh.

Rafael glanced behind you. 

“Enjoy the show,”  he said, before kissing your cheek and buzzing back to the mic.

Then you realized what was up.

Daveed was right there, standing behind you, radiating his heat. 

"Hey.” 

The subtle rich texture of his voice made the butterflies try to fly out of your throat, but you kept cool.

Daveed inhaled the scent of your hair. You were intoxicating. He didn’t need indica.

"Hey yourself."

You didn't turn around, but you could tell that he was smiling.  

“I’m glad you’re right here for the set. You’ll be able to feel… the music so much more intensely.”

"Ah.”

Daveed moved even closer to you.  You could feel his breath. He was leaning down near your bare shoulder and alllllmost kissing it, but instead coming so close as to cause a feeling to begin between your legs and travel up your spine to your neck which he was so close to.

The music started as he straightened up and began to say something in a low voice, meant for your ears only. 

"I love what you’ve done with my chain. Looks like a choker. Beautiful. Makes me think about tonight.” 

Your eyes closed, because those words were hot.

“Hmmm? What about it?” 

You were trying to concentrate on Rafael hopping up and down. You were frozen to the stool, torn between wanting to hear what he was going to say and not wanting to at the same time.

"Mmmmm. About wrapping my hand around your throat and cutting off your breath while I dig out that indecision of yours. About making you so high that you forget about everything but us in that moment.”

You closed your eyes and inhaled a cleansing breath, because you felt like getting filthy. Right now.  You decided to play coy.

"Maybe,” you responded. If you said too many more words, he would hear the trembling in your being. He sensed it anyway.

“Definitely,” he countered, so sure. You tried to get mad, but failed. You two remained in this crackling energy between you, even though you couldn’t see each other’s eyes.

You couldn’t stand it anymore, so you stretched and craned your head backwards to look up into his baby browns. You didn’t know it, but everyone in your crew was watching, mesmerized by the vibe between you. Y’all glowed together.

Daveed’s heart was beating an accelerated rhythm. He didn’t need to warm up with you here. Before he knew it he’d kissed you on the forehead, then jogged out on stage.  He was so hyped.

“Awww!” Jasmine was smiling and clapping.

You rolled your eyes at her as the set began as she sat beside you.

“Don't front.  I have never.”  She looked you in the eye. “And I mean NEVER, seen D with anyone like that.”

You just shook your head. A little afraid of what she’d just said. You just pointed to the stage while she laughed at you.

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You were very attentive as Daveed and Rafael worked the crowd. This was an entirely different side to them. You’d seen them act and seen videos of performances, but being here in person while they did music together was quite the scene. 

Rafael’s virtuosity shined first. He performed “Bad Egg”, and you melted when he sang “Oxygen.” Then, Jasmine got out and helped  

Jasmine helped the Boys out with “Program,” which was amazing and funny and awe inspiring. You and Anthony and Craig, who had joined you were busy jumping around and singing for the short song in the wings.

Rafa came off stage in mock outrage into your mini mosh pit. You were having a ball.

He grabbed a water bottle and raised his eyebrow at you.

“Wait for it.”

You had no idea what he was talking about.

Daveed took a swig of water and laughed into the mic. He cut his eyes over to you quickly and then back out to the audience.

“So I’m in a band called Clipping.”  The crowd went wild. Daveed smiled as the opening noise of “Wriggle” came up on the sound system.

“We’re about to take a journey through some of our more ‘pop’ songs, if Clipping. songs could be called pop. That adorable fucking laugh.

And then it all changed as Daveed started spitting out words that you hadn’t noticed before tonight were highly sexual.

Is it tight enough, is it wet enough?..../You always hoped to experience domination/….ass up/ don’t move/ Don't move/ Get slapped/ Can't run/ Bring it back/ Tighten up/ Stay strapped/ Make it red/ Make it clap, clap/ Clamp that mouth shut, bounce for your boy

You tore your eyes away from him to the audience and saw that they were going crazy. You were hella impressed.

Everyone in this club knew the words or at least heavily vibed with the music.

And Daveed looked so happy, his finger indicating the cadence of the music and his smile getting wider and wider as the music crescendoed, then he started jumping and the experience was amazing.  He rapped with his free hand and his whole body. He was a tall chocolate ball of energy.

The music started to transition to an all too familiar beat.

The minute Daveed spit the first line, the crowd went apeshit. He held his finger up to his lips and everyone got quiet.

Don’t move nothing/ Statue..

And this was the interactive part of the performance.  Daveed jumped and moved so much that he was covered in sweat.  

"Man, it's hot up here under these lights."  Daveed lifted his shirt up to wipe his forehead. The crowd went crazy again.

You had never felt the urge to faint before just from a human being, but damn. You smirked as he glanced at you and ascertained your situation. He grinned, wiped his face some more and then took it completely off, throwing it toward the wings, right at you. 

Everyone dove so that you were the only one in range to catch it, which you did.  It was wet with his sweat and his smell and you struggled not to bring it to your face.  

You trembled a bit as you stared at his sweat covered body, getting wet and just  wanting to lick his abs clean. 

Daveed transitioned into a medley, beginning with Work, Work,

Holler out your city if you ride for it/Let em know why you die for it… 

He continued through the chorus, 

“Get that work/Make that work work…” 

and then transitioned to “Body and Blood” and then to “Enlacing.”

The lyrics 

“Get your ass down to the floor,” 

served to do just that.  You were hypnotized by the rhythm, despite the subject matter, you were being seduced by Daveed’s tone and cadence. 

When he turned to you for a full 10 seconds while performing, you were locked in.

He finished his set and you didn’t know how to feel.  

Jealous of all the people screaming for him to bone them then and there?

 Nah, you could certainly understand that.  

Embarrassed that you felt like a groupie that wanted to take him back stage and suck his soul out? 

Again, understandable. 

You just didn’t know what to do with these feelings.

You looked over and your friends were huddled up whispering, and you were sure about you.  You straightened up in the stool as Rafael and crew caught you looking. Daveed came off stage and grabbed the water bottle out of your hand. He stood there, just glistening and shit. 

"I really like your thighs in those shorts." 

Daveed wanted to trace the line that the shorts took across your thighs, but didn't dare do it with everyone watching. He just stared at them and thought they would look nice around his shoulders.

You flushed even hotter. 

"Thanks, I get ‘em from my mama." You laughed with him. "I really like those guns." You were bold and traced a finger down his biceps. You felt his slight shiver and tried to hide a smile.

"Thanks, my Dad passed them down." He laughed again.

“Genetics, man. Thank God for genetics.” You were serious. 

“Amen.” 

Daveed lifted the bottle to you in a toast before taking another swig. He offered you some. He looked into your eyes and you knew he wasn't offering you just a drink.

"Yes please. I'm very thirsty. Sir." 

You stared back at him. He held the water bottle to your lips, praying that his hand held steady while you tilted your head back and drank. 

Daamnnn! Daveed thought. He wanted to give you something else to drink, but he still had work to do. Rafael was there to remind him too.

Rafa cleared his throat and nodded his head toward the stage. Daveed nodded in response and grabbed his t-shirt.  You grasped to hold it fast before you realized that it was his and let it go with a little laugh.  You watched Daveed’s body as he put his shirt back on and he winked yet again before he turned to go on stage.

Your panties were ruined.  But you thought he knew that.

Jasmine came up beside you. “He did that shit on purpose,” you whispered.

Jas laughed and said, “Most definitely.”  

You were doomed.

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You thoroughly enjoyed Daveed and Rafa’s set and even joined them on stage for “Microdosin.”

As soon as they thanked the crowd, Daveed grabbed your hand and led you backstage to the dressing room. It was standard fare, as you looked around, and you went to the mirror to check your lipstick as you watched Daveed lock the door.

You turned around and leaned against the make up mirror counter, watching as he took his shirt off again. You just stared.

The sight of you standing there with those fucking wide, innocent looking eyes got Daveed even harder than he already was. He was rock hard the entire time during that last set, and he knew he gave a great performance.

“I just…” 

He looked you up and down, then he moved quickly and grabbed your waist as you leaned back, hands bracing yourself on the counter. Daveed looked at you hungrily and even licked his lips. Like a wolf.

“I  just can’t wait to get you back to the beach house.” 

Daveed’s thumbs were on your belly, and as his hands moved up, they dug under your top, and not gently.  You gasped as his thumbs insistently reached your nipples and pressed.  You put your hands on his bare chest and there you felt beating a mile a minute.  You looked at your right hand, which was over his heart.

“Feel what you do to me?”  

You knew he wasn’t talking about his erection, which was pinning you against the makeup mirror.  You looked up into his eyes and saw the emotion there. You opened your mouth to speak and he kissed you.

When you separated, breathless, Daveed was resting his forehead against yours.

“I want to take my time with you, but right now, I…”

You pecked him on the lips again.

“Daveed. Fuck me...now.”  You started moving your hip against his, causing him to respond in kind.

"If I do that, I'm going to tear that ass up..." He planted a kiss below your earlobe.

You rubbed your palms against his nipples, rubbing in circles. You felt him shudder.

You could feel it in the pit of your stomach. "You promise?" 

You looked him fully in the eye. Daveed reached down and hiked up your thigh so that he could feel the warmth at your core. He palmed your cheek and you turned your head into it, giving him a kiss.  He put his thumb into your mouth.

“Just… wait… shit… suck… damn…” Daveed almost lost it as your lips enveloped his thumb and your tongue swirled around it.  You sucked, hard and your saliva began dripping down his hand.

There was no logic in Daveed’s head. Only sex.  He pulled both hands away from you and began fumbling with his belt. He grabbed his dick and started stroking, using your saliva to lubricate.

“Fuck, Lindy, I need…”

All you could do was stare. It was fucking BIG.  Long and thick and everything you dreamed. The juicy precum you saw made you thirsty.

You put your hand on it to gather some with your own thumb and brought it up to suck. You closed your eyes as you tasted him.  You moaned and then pulled off your top.

“Please, please, fuck me Daveed.” You were panting, your lips open. Daveed wanted to insert various body parts, his finger, his tongue, his cock. 

“Shit, Lindy.  I don’t have any condoms here.  I purposely left them at the house…”

You smiled at him and started unbuttoning your shorts. 

“You didn’t listen to me earlier.  I can’t have kids, D. And I haven’t had sex since, you know who.  But…” 

You pulled down your shorts, turned around and presented your panty-clothed ass to him.  

“I don’t know if you want…” 

Daveed stared, practically drooling, still stroking himself and now, pulling your panties to the side and slapping his dick on your ass. He looked at your reflection in the mirror, grabbed his chain and pulled you upright so that he could speak in your ear.  He pinched your nipple while he stroked up and down your slit from behind as he spoke.

“I want to hear you scream." His voice in your ear was deep and sexy.

You closed your eyes and moaned softly as Daveed reached in and inserted first one finger, then two inside you. Shit you were tight. He looked down at the sight of his fingers inside you.

"Nah, you gotta see this. This shit is beautiful.” His voice was so sweet, then it completely changed. “So keep your fucking eyes open.”

He pulled your hips back as he used both thumbs to open you up as he advanced the head of his cock to your cunt. It met the breach and he pushed tentatively, and when you both felt that he was thicker than an easy entrance, you both sighed. He retreated.

“No!  Please please please please please! I can take it. I promise I’ll take it all!”

Daveed grunted. “Begging already.” He sucked his teeth. “ Lindy, we have such a long way to go.” 

With a forceful push, he entered you. And it stretched painfully at first, but after that first split second, the transcendent feeling of him inside your wet canal, molding you to him like a glove, made you want to cry. And when he started moving...

“FUCK! This isn’t supposed to feel this good. Shit, Lindy…” you could feel his cock pounding inside you and you fully agreed with it.

“Yesssss! Daveeeeddd!”  

Daveed started speeding up and going deeper and deeper, pushing your head down to the counter and pulling your hip back to meet his thrust and you began to scream when he started meeting your cervix.  

“Lindy, don’t judge me by this first encounter.  Because, I have to...” He grunted, because as he started to tell you, he started to feel himself losing control. “I have to get this…”  He moaned. “Shit, I NEED to get this nut.” 

“Fill me up Daveed. I want your cum.” 

With that, he slapped your ass cheek hard, and that delicious pain added to your pleasure as he started fucking you like he hated you. You threw it back and Daveed went crazy.

The mirror started banging against the wall.

You were lost as your screams and moans were surely able to be heard by anyone who would listen. But neither of you cared.

He pulled your hair and forced you to look at him in the mirror.  He felt himself about to bust, but he wasn’t going out like that.

“You gonna give me what I need? When I tell you to?”  Your eyes were barely open and you couldn’t speak, but you nodded as much as his grip on your hair allowed.

“Good Girl.”  Your pussy fluttered around him even more at that; he felt it and moaned.

And I don’t care how good it feels you better not come until I tell you to.”

“Fuck!” was all you could say.

“You like being a good girl for me?”

“Mmhmmhhmmhm!”  You couldn’t form words.  Daveed slapped your ass again. “Use your words, Linden.”

“I-I-I love being a Good Girl for you Sir.”

“Mmmmm You gonna take all this cum I have for you and wear it until we get back like a good girl?”  

“Y-yes, Sir. I’m going to keep all your cum inside me Sir.”

“Good Girl. Good God.”

Your whole body felt like it was tingling and about to explode.  Your legs were shaking.

Daveed reached around with his long arm and found your clit, the minute he pressed, your body convulsed.

“Ah, ah, ah….mmmm.” Daveed was trying to stop you, but he couldn’t stop himself. 

“Shit Lindy. Cum. Fucking Cum. Right gotdamn now.”

You shattered around his cock as he pumped into you, sending streams of cum against your cervix.  That sensation and the fact that Daveed didn’t stop circling your clit prolonged your orgasm for a good while.

You collapsed on the counter, as Daveed continued to stroke softly, making sure his cum stayed inside of  you.  He watched himself go in and out, still semi hard, and rubbed his thumbs along the column of your spine as he blew air on it to cool you off.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He bent down and kissed your shoulder near your neck, causing you to arch your back at the sensation. Must be your spot. He took note and then slowly pulled out, pulling your thong back to cover your pussy.  He bent down to take a look at the moisture seeping through the material and he smiled at it.

Daveed pulled his pants up and went into the bathroom to wash his hands and came out to see you dressed and adjusting yourself in the mirror.  Your eyes met and you smiled shyly at him.  You turned around as he approached.

“I am going to judge you by what just happened, because that shit was amazing.”  You smiled up at him and Daveed was blinded for a minute, then smiled back down at you.

“You good?” he nodded downward.

“Yeah, gonna be a little uncomfortable keeping all of it in, but I will try.”

Daveed’s expression darkened.  “You better do it. Or else.”

Your look was mischievous in response.  “Or else what?”

“Don’t be a little brat.”

“Why not?”

“If you're going to act like a little brat, then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”

“How’s that?”

“Don’t push it Lindy.”

You just grinned at him as he tried to keep a stern look on his face.  You were going to be his dom downfall. He was too soft for you. But you were making him hard again.

He caught his breath while you washed your hands.

What the fuck was he going to do? Daveed was in love with you.

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Fresh Squeeze Ch. 8

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall (You)

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Cursing, AAANGST yet SMUT. Mention of Death, Anthony Ramos, Coached masturbation, heavy petting, sunscreen. Fluff. Plot. Mature themes and situations.18+.

Word Count: 4.6 K

Plot: Linden is trying to run from her feelings for Daveed after a lot of trauma and a shitty ex. Daveed assumes and hits a nerve and Linden just wants to hit that. It’s her birthday weekend y’all!

Read the Previous Chapter

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“Let this be a thing…”

You smiled at the possibilities of the situation.

“Let’s let this flow.  It’s my birthday weekend.  I want to have fun.”  You turned around and faced Daveed. “With you.” 

You reached up and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. They were so succulent, but you didn’t allow yourself to get sucked in, literally or figuratively.  You had to get some control back.

You looked up at him and he was hopeless. He struggled to continue to hold himself back. 

Daveed thought about how tight you were around his fingers. He would have you screaming in this fitting room again, this time with you impaled on his dick.

“That’s all that matters right now. I like this vibe.”

D nodded at you.  “You’re right.”  Daveed cleared his throat as you two gazed at each other.  “I guess we gotta find a way to get out of here.”

You chuckled. “Yeah.  The walk of shame.”  

You straightened your clothes and gathered the garments you were going to try on escaping the fitting room with only a passing smirk from the attendant. 

You giggled at his lowkey “Get it,” and Daveed rolled his eyes as you passed by.

You decided to get all of the clothes you’d wanted to try on, but got distracted from trying on because of your shenanigans.  You piled everything on the register.

Daveed was so unsure. About what just happened; about what could happen. He didn’t want to fumble this beautiful bag. 

Before you could speak, he stepped up to the register. 

“We’ll take them all.”

You gave Daveed a side eye. You smiled at the woman at the counter.

“Yes, I will.”  

You opened your purse to get your credit card out, trying to remain calm and collected. 

“Linden, let me.”  

Daveed really thought he was about to pay for all of your clothes up in here. This was not it. He was assuming too much.

“No, Daveed. I got it.  Thank you though.” 

There was no mistaking the acidity under your sweet tone. You didn’t know what Daveed thought this was….

“But, this is a lot. And it’s your birthday.”

Your smile widened even though your rage grew, “All the more reason it should be my prerogative.”

“Lindy…”

“Daveed.”

You stared at each other down for a hot minute and then finally Daveed just closed his mouth and watched as you pulled a black amex card out of your wallet and signed for the total, which was over $2200. 

You didn’t blink an eye.

The fun you shared in the fitting room was long gone.  Things had gotten real tense real fast.

“Can I at least help you carry them?”

You ignored Daveed as you struggled with the bags, then put them down on the corner of the street outside the store.

You got your phone out to order a ride.

“What the fuck was that Daveed?”

He took you in, your little angry body turning him on.

“I was trying to be nice.”  Daveed couldn’t hide his irritation with you.  Was this even worth it?

“Why do you think that paying for my stuff would be ‘nice?’”  

Daveed was confused. 

“Well, I know you’re not with Mark anymore and you were in school and everything and Columbia is expensive. I just didn’t want you to have to go into more debt on your birthday weekend.” 

“Why would I be going into debt?”  Your eyes were full of murder.  “Shit Daveed, you just don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

You looked up at him as if you were going to fight him. Daveed wondered how many times he needed to make you cum before you would calm down. He was going to find out.

“Obviously I don’t, because I don’t know why the fuck you’re mad at me because I wanted to do something nice...I-”

A car pulled up beside you.

“That’s just the fuck WHY Daveed.  You don’t know anything about me.”

And then you grabbed your bags, flung them in the back of the car and got in, leaving Daveed on the corner of a street in Isabella, Puerto Rico, wondering what the fuck had just happened.

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You were actually vibrating with rage all the way back to the beach house. You texted Jas for the combination to the front door and let her know where you were.  

She made a remark about giving you and Daveed time alone and you didn’t correct her, you just  needed some space.

You got your bags into your room and then went back out to the kitchen for a bottle of water.  

Daveed came in as you sat and drank, looking out of the great room windows.

You sat up straight on the stool and tried to ignore him.

Daveed had ordered a car as soon as yours drove away, vowing to find out what that scene was all about.  

He had not had to chase anyone in a long time and he felt like he was way too old for it.  But he couldn’t help himself.

Now, he was standing here approaching you like a wild animal.

“Do you want to tell me what just happened?”

You just tried to will this intrusion into your life and your emotions away.  Maybe if you ignored him he would disappear. 

You just could not take anymore pain and Daveed was dangerous. 

He could hurt you. Bad.

“Linden.” 

Daveed came around beside you and watched your profile as you closed your eyes and tried to shut him out.

“Please.”

Damn.  You swallowed and opened your mouth to speak.  You almost couldn’t say the words. You continued to look at the ocean.

“Dell takes care of me.” 

Daveed looked at you carefully. You continued to stare straight ahead. 

“The accident. The driver of the truck that hit us was drunk AND high. The company knew of his history and didn’t take him from behind the wheel.”

You took a deep breath and continued.

“We had good lawyers. I not only list my twin, but my left ovary and the ability to have children without a very involved medical procedure.”

Daveed really didn’t want to hear anymore. He felt terrible.

“There was a 30 million dollar settlement, 5 million to my mom with 25 million in trust until I turned 25 years old.” 

You didn’t know why you were telling him all this.

“So when I say I got it, Daveed. I got it.” 

You looked at him, something in your eyes that spoke of strength and brokenness.

Daveed wanted to throw himself off a cliff as he watched the tears roll down your cheek. Got damnit he was such an idiot.

“I’m sorry, Linden….”

“Don't be sorry Daveed. I just can’t do this. I can’t let you hurt me like Mark, like every other person who thinks they know me.  I can not…..”  

You just shook your head and walked toward your room.  Daveed’s long legs got ahead of you and he just stood in your way as you walked.

“Linden. I’m not going to let you run away.” 

You two played a slow game of human foosball.  After a minute, you just stopped.

“Move Daveed.  Let me go.”

He put his arms up, but he didn’t move.  

“I’m not holding you.  But I’m here Lindy, and I’m not going to leave you alone.  I’m sorry that I made such a boneheaded assumption, and I’m sorry I made you bring up something so painful.  But I’m not like everyone else.  I think I…”

All of a sudden, you wanted him to stop talking. You grabbed him around his waist and gave him a hug, sobbing into his chest.  

Daveed brought his arms down around you and held you while you cried, just as he did that first night. He still felt good.

This time, however, was different. Daveed bent down and picked you up, taking you into your bedroom bridal style.

He kicked the bags out of the way and lay down with you on the bed.

“Daveed, I…”

“I just want to hold you Lindy.  Relax.”

You stopped protesting and went with the flow. You let him hold you and did as he instructed, you relaxed, your head on his chest, listening to the slow, steady beat of his heart under one ear and the ocean out of your other. 

You felt the soothing thrill of him playing on your scalp and with your curls with his left hand as his right caressed your left leg, which was thrown across his thighs.

Before he knew it, you were softly snoring in his arms, and Daveed knew that his fate was sealed. The road to your heart was full of landmines, but he had to try to get there.  

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You woke up to the sounds of giggling.  

Jasmine and Craig were standing over you and Daveed on the bed.  You were a little confused, but you and D woke up to an audience.

“Whyyyyy are you still fully clothed?” 

You grimaced at Craig and threw a pillow at them as Daveed sat up and grinned.

“Get the fuck outta my room Craig.” He dodged it successfully.

“We ain’t got time for you to waste all weekend NOT fucking around.  Chop chop.” Craig walked out of your room as you stuck your tongue out as his back. 

Jasmine laughed at you and followed him. 

“We’re going to have dinner out by the pool if you wanna join. Swimsuits required. The chef will be here in a few and Craig and I want to get some sun before the show tonight.” She looked at you over your shoulder as she left. 

“Or if you two want to stay in, that would probably be dope too…”

You shook your head at her back as she closed the door.

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You sat up on the edge of the bed, feeling a bit awkward.  You put your head in your hands and let your curls hide your face. What the fuck were you on? It was like you had experienced the rollercoaster of a relationship, all in 18 hours.

Daveed sat up against the headboard, eyeing you warily.

“I want you Linden. I’m sorry for assuming earlier, but you gotta let me in so I know how not to.  I need you to be absolutely clear about what you want.”  

“I… I want you too, Daveed. I’m just really scared about being hurt again.”  

He closed his eyes when he heard your admission. Slowly but surely.

You raised your head and looked over at him.  You’d exhausted him already.

“I don’t want to hurt you Lindy.  But we’re both human. And too grown for the games.”

“I don’t want to play any games with you Daveed.  I mean… well….”

He opened his eyes and stared at you. He heard the invitation in your tone. This was a dangerous situation. He looked at his watch.  It was about 4 pm.  

The show started at 10 and although he wanted to start something and finish with you all afternoon and night… it might have to wait.  He leaned his head back and fantasized.

“What are you thinking about?”

Daveed opened one eye. He was attractive as fuck. He opened the other one and then closed them again.

“You don’t wanna know.”

You were intrigued.  You turned toward him and put your leg up on the bed, half indian style.

“Yes I do!  I must know all the things.” Your voice raised at the end of the sentence, making D smile.

Daveed wished he had the time to tame your control freak ways.

“You really don’t.”

“YES I DO.”

Daveed opened his eyes at your tone and you immediately calmed it down a bit, while your heart beat faster.

“You tryna stay in this room or you want to go out on the deck with everyone else?”

You looked down at the bed and bit your lip. You saw his huge hand on the bed, the veins prominent and the fingers impossibly long.  You looked back up at him and swallowed.

“W-we should probably join Craig an ‘nem….”

That stutter.  Oh, the control Daveed was utilizing at the moment.

“Then you definitely don’t want to know what I was thinking.”

Fuck. Now you definitely did want to know.

You pulled your other leg on the bed and then sat on your knees.  

“Pleeaseeee Daveeed.”

You. Begging.  This was heaven or hell, Daveed couldn’t figure out which. But he didn’t move from his position, just clasped his hands in his lap.  Because reasons.

“Actually, you on your knees made up a lot of my thoughts.”

You smiled a little.”So, you want me to suck your dick?”  You’d decided to try it.  

Daveed grunted and then looked to your face.

“That sounds nice.  Those pretty lips wrapped around my dick.  I wonder if you could take it all? Gag reflex?”

Instant waterfall. You moaned a little, and were so mesmerized you couldn't answer. Daveed sped on.

“But don’t be so unimaginative.  You on your knees can involve lots of things.”

Daveed moved, not too fast, and came around the bed behind you.  You shivered as he put his hand on your neck and then trailed it down your spine.

“Up. Let me see that arch.”

You obeyed of course, on your hands and knees on the bed, the arch in your back perfect for fucking. Daveed was looking at your ass and you hoped he couldn’t see your wetness beginning to trickle down your thigh.

“You could be on your knees with me behind you, eating you out from behind.” 

Daveed kneeled behind you, face to face with your barely cloth covered crotch. You moaned as you felt him get nearer to your core. Daveed stopped.

“You good?”  You nodded frantically, and Daveed continued closer.

“We’re gonna need a safeword.”

“Holy fuck!”

“Nah, that wouldn’t be a good one, because I have a feeling you might be saying that a lot.”

Daveed placed three kisses at your core, one on either inner thigh, and one on the strip of his jeans covering your clit. You started clenching as he pulled himself away, licking his lips. He’d captured some of your moisture on his mouth. You tasted better than he imagined.

“Or you could be on your knees riding my face, letting me drink from your pretty little fountain.”

Daveed sat on the floor and placed his head between your legs on the bed, looking up at your pussy in his jeans.  He just looked, not daring to touch you or himself. You reached down and caressed his curls.

“Daveed, please..”  

“No, no. You wanted to know what I was thinking.”  He slid out from under you like a mechanic.

He stood up behind you, put his hand on your ass and smoothed all the way down to the back of your neck, pushing your head down to the bed.

“How about me behind you on your knees, face in the bed with you keeping that ass up, while I pound that shit from behind? I wanna see that ass shake as I give you these back shots.”

And Daveed started the motion, pushing his hard, jeans covered dick into your ass, rubbing at first and giving you some friction, but driving you insane. 

You turned your head to the side to moan as Daveed pulled his hips back and snapped them forward, then sped up and gave you a pounding through your clothes.

Daveed hooked his fingers into your shorts, about to pull them down, when he stopped. He shook his head, trying to clear the sex high from his brain.  He stepped back.

You lay panting on the bed, lost in the moment.  You took a deep ragged breath to calm down and then turned over on your back.  You watched him watching you, knowing that he was holding back from fucking the shit out of you.

“What are you thinking Daveed?”

His voice was so damn deep. “That I want you to be ensconced around my dick. That I want all kinds of orgasms to happen, that you need to be cumming right now, Linden.”

He then cleared his throat.  “But that we probably have an audience right outside that door right now.”

“Hmmmm. I agree that I need to be cumming right now.”  You smiled at him and stretched.  ”But what about you Daveed?”

“Not quite yet. That HDD will be on point for the show tonight.”

You  got up on your knees, facing away from him and moved your hand to the waistband of your shorts. He watched in fascination as you touched yourself, your slick more than lubricating your fingers.

“What about me riding you on my knees. I LOVE Reverse Cowgirl.”

Daveed’s eyes began to water as he saw the vision. He saw your arm moving and your hips undulating. He moved behind you and pulled you to lean back onto him, your shoulders against his chest as he looked down to watch you finger yourself under the shorts.

So fucking sexy.

“What are you doing?” His velvet voice in your ear was everything.

As if he didn’t know. As if he couldn’t see. As if he wasn’t just doing the same thing less than two hours ago.  The view from over your shoulder was the shit.  Damn shame there were clothes involved, but the fact that they were his clothes made it pretty hot.

“MM.mmm...mmm…” You were gasping, his voice and proximity getting you there quickly.

“No, that won’t do.  If you wanna be a Good Girl for me, you gotta use those words.”

“Fuck.. I mean… Yes. Sir…” 

You heard his chest vibrate with a whimper when you said that.

“What Are you doing Linden?”

Your eyes rolled back in your head and it lolled against Daveed’s chest as he brought his hands up to your hips to help keep you steady.

“I- I’m trying to cum, Sir…”

“Where is your hand?” Daveed was intently using his imagination to visualize.

“Nnnnh nnh, circling my c-c-clit…”

Daveed huffed.  “Good Girl.”  He gripped your hips harder as they shook.

“Are you wet like you were earlier?  That shit feels like, like, liquid satin.  Man, I can’t wait to be deep in that…”  

He dipped his lips to your neck, eyes glued to your arm emerging from your pants.  He bit at your pulse point.

“Ah!”  You were sooo close.

“I just hope you can take it all. S’pretty big.”

You whimpered at the thought of the pleasure, and at the yearning to be filled up right now.

“Ohhhhhh.” So very close.

“Need time to prepare you. It might hurt a bit at first.”

You bit your lip at the spring was about to snap.

“But I think I know that you like it to hurt a lil bit... I don’t give a fuck if you get mad, I might have to buy you some nipple clamps…”

His hands moved smoothly up your sides under the t-shirt and cupped your breasts, ghosting over your rock hard nipples.  Suddenly, he took each between his thumb and forefingers and twisted roughly.

“FUCKKKKKKK!!”

Your body rocked at your orgasm and you took your hand away from your core, too sensitive to continue. Daveed grabbed it and took it to his mouth, sucking your juices off, causing aftershocks to jerk your hips.

He moaned with your fingers in his mouth and then released them, kissing your neck again.  He chuckled.

“You wouldn't get off that easy if I had the time.  I’d make you take all of everything.  Including your orgasms. Better be ready.”

You turned around and stepped off the bed into his arms. Daveed held you, not daring to go down to the bed again.

Your head was on his chest.  Even after all that, you were too shy to look up in his eyes.

“How do you make me cum doing the bare minimum? You hardly touched me.”

Daveed smiled.  He felt the same way.  He was about to nut in his pants like a teenage boy a few minutes ago.

“You sure you want this?”

You finally looked at him.  Those eyes.  

“Yeah.’

“You sure you want all this crazy?”

“Mos def.” Daveed kissed your forehead and smiled down at you, eyes crinkling adorably.

It was time for your hands to roam.  You palmed him through his jeans.

“Let me take care of you D….”  You moved to unbutton him and he pulled out of your reach as you pouted.

Daveed smoothed his thumb over your lips.

“Like I said, I’d like nothing more.”  Then he cocked his head and looked up.  “Well, I’d like few things more… but If my dick comes out in this room right now, we would not leave for the rest of the weekend.”

He leaned down to kiss you with a sweet and filthy promise.

“Patience, Lindy.” He took a deep breath and backed toward the door.

“See you at dinner.”

You just stared at him, daring him to stay.

“Ok. Leave then. But Daveed. If I hear you turn my doorknob, I’ll be faceup on the bed butt-ass naked, waiting for you if you come back in.”  You started unbuttoning and unzipping your shorts.

Daveed stopped with his eyes wide, the angel and devil in his head wrestling with each other. He finally cleared his throat as he turned around and left.

“See you at dinner Lindy.”

The vision of you bending over toward him taking down your shorts with an evil smile was burned into his brain as he closed your door.  He stood there looking at the floor and contemplating going back in.  When he looked up, there were four pairs of eyes looking at him.

He straightened up and went to his room as his friends watched him like a hawk, then rolled with laughter.

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Daveed hopped in the shower, and quickly got himself off to calm down.  He slipped on some blue swim trunks and his white sunglasses, ran out and cannon balled into the pool, causing Jasmine to cuss him out as he splashed her hair.

He’d been chilling on a pool float a good twenty minutes when he saw his favorite animal out of the corner of his eye. Damn. 

“Look at that genius ass.”

Rafa commented and looked over from the float beside him and laughed at Daveed who was crossing himself.

“Dude! You’re jewish.”

Daveed cocked his eyebrow at his best friend. 

“I’m gonna need all the help I can get.”

You’d spent 30 minutes picking out your most modest swimsuit, then grabbed a quick shower. You were shy by the time you walked out onto the pool deck, but no one was paying that much attention to you.  No one, except for Daveed.

His chill disappeared as he climbed out of the pool, over to your lounge chair.  Your sunglasses only partially hid you clocking him as he emerged, dripping wet.  Damn, that body you thought. 

He walked over to the chair next to yours and picked up a towel and started to dry off.

“Hey. You good?”

You smiled at him. 

“Hey. I’m great.” You smiled wider. 

You appraised him, as the delicious smell of something cooking wafted from the house. The sun was still bright, even though it was afternoon.

“You need a hand with some sunscreen? You’ll want to make sure that it is on evenly.”  

You stood up and bent at the waist to get the sunscreen out of the bag you’d brought out. Daveed licked his lips and you were all too ready to get your hands on Daveed again.

He looked at you and bit his lip.  “Sure, why not?”  

He cocked his head and eyebrow at you.  Then, he raised his hands to the side of his body..

Your mouth started watering.  You went around to his back and resisted the urge to put your arms around him and rest your head on him. 

Instead, you evenly distributed some cream on his well-sculpted shoulders and back.  You let your fingers dip a little bit into his swim trunks, feeling the top of the muscles contained within.

“Turn around.”  Your voice was everything at that moment to Daveed.  He did as you commanded.

“You don’t think I can take it from here?”  He questioned you as you squeezed some more cream into your hand.

“I have a technique. I can make sure it’s on evenly.  Its already out of the tube.”  You looked him dead in the eye as you rubbed your hands together, listing the reasons why you should keep your hands on him.

Diggs chuckled, then let you have your way.  

“I’m all yours."

His eyes held a look like he meant it when he said that. Your heart did a funny dance.

You held his gaze as you spread the cream on his shoulders and out to his arms.  Then, you got some more cream and started on his pecs.  You spread it on, rubbing your palms against his nipples.  

Daveed’s eyes closed in ecstacy.  Then, your hands went down.  You traced his eight pack as you continued to stare him in his eyes which opened as you started going south.

You licked your lips as your hands went where his happy trail would have been if he hadn’t shaved.  At that moment, his cock jumped and you were so close you could feel it. 

Your eyes widened when you remembered that you were not alone….

Shit!  

You and Daveed both turned your heads and saw your friends watching the show as you were about to go for the gold in Daveed’s swim trunks.

The deck erupted into screams, whistles and applause as everyone laughed at your lust.

You both blushed and moved apart. 

“Okay pervs, the show is over.”  Daveed said as you moved to sit on the beach chairs.

D returned the favor for you;  his hands on your body having the same effect on you as earlier, but the difference was you were self conscious now.

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Dinner was chill, and you two enjoyed your surroundings and your friends, both of you sitting as far apart as possible.  

The dance you did was delicate, but everyone noticed the new intimacy despite the high sexual tension. You drank some wine, but not too much, and Daveed had about two Johnny Walker Blacks. 

Rafa led the discussion of music, politics and culture and the weekend was vibing.  You were very content in the moment. By 7:30, Daveed, Rafa, and Ant had to start to get ready to leave for the show.  

You walked him inside and you shared a few kisses.  You felt like a kid as he held you.

“Daveed.”

“Yes?”

“Daveed, tonight I want….” you looked into his eyes, which were meeting yours boldly.

“What do you want Lindy?”

“I want you to be with me tonight, Daveed. Spend the night in my room.” Daveed was on top of the world.

“Done.  But I want you to decide after the show what we're going to do in your room tonight Lindy.  We can just go to sleep.” His smile was mischievous.

You didn’t understand. “You playing hard to get?” 

That heat, that anger in you. That was that shit he liked.

“Oh. I’m not hard to get. Get me hard Lindy.” Knowing full well he was a second away form just that.  

“Meet me backstage after the show.”

He pulled away and went into his room, leaving Linden hot, bothered, and soaking wet.

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Fresh Squeeze, Chapter 7

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Lots of pics, Cursing, Angsty Angst, Mention of Death, Lots of Plot, Anthony Ramos, Afro Samurai, Clothes altering, SMUT: Fingering, Thumb sucking, Fluff. 18+.

Word Count: 6.6 K 

Plot: Linden Marshall just finished law school at Columbia University in NYC. Daveed Diggs is still creating magic with his platonic life partner Rafael Casal and nursing his broken heart post pandemic. 

Linden’s boyfriend WAS Mark Monaco, movie star.  They were together for years, and her trauma and his addictions were chaotic. She knows now that wasn’t love. 

Read the Previous Chapter.

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Thursday night/Friday, May 6-7, 2023

After Daveed heard what you said, he stood stock still, trying to decide whether or not to go back into your room.  He clenched his fists and concentrated intensely to not break the fucking door down. All he needed was for you to call his name…

You stood in the middle of your room, naked except for the towel.  You closed your eyes and prayed for strength to not go running after him. You had to stay in control.  

But if you saw him turn your door handle, you would fuck him right there on the floor of your room.

After a few minutes, you both turned around and went about your business, Daveed to his room and you to the shower. You thought of Daveed in the shower and fell into bed still thinking of him. 

What did you want for your birthday, if not Daveed?

Daveed, alone in his bed, thought of all the feelings involved.  He knew you were fragile, but it seemed you were relaxing a bit, deciding to trust him if just a little.

He resolved to give a little bit of chase. You just needed to feel safe and accepted. 

You dreamt of each other so deeply that all that was left when you woke up was a wisp of a memory.

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Daveed did not sleep long.  Even though it was after 4 o’clock when he went to sleep, he was up by 10, hard on raging under the sheets.  

He’d be damned if he jerked off, but he remembered your voice through the door of the room last night, and he had to strip the sheets away, as he was making a mess at the thought of you.  

He decided to go for a run on the beach. He pulled on some basketball shorts and decided to go shirtless, as the temperature outside was already 80 degrees.

Daveed ran with his music blasting in his ears.  He played out song lyrics and lined up preparation for upcoming roles.  Before he knew it, he was three miles down the beach from the house.

He turned around as the tropical heat and the sun was getting to be a bit much. He went back in and went to his room to shower and put some clothes on. You didn’t know the sight you were missing.

When you woke up at Noon, you pulled on Mark's t-shirt and basketball shorts and made your way to the kitchen which had floor to ceiling windows and glass doors facing the ocean. It was breathtaking. The doors were open and the ocean breeze felt amazing.

"Good morning, Sunshine!" 

You turned to see Daveed at the stove, greeting you and smiling. 

He was wearing an orange Oakland tank top and some pajama pants slung low on his hips. You smiled at his hair, which was tied up in two curly puffs at the front, with the back down in his wild curls.  

Even though it was an odd hairstyle for a grown man, you knew the curl life. And it did not take away from his masculinity.  

Not. At. All.

Besides, his curly puffs gave you a place to focus rather than on his well-muscled arms.  

Daveed’s hair reminded of when your mom did your hair only to have Dell try to pull your pony tails out as soon as she dismissed you from the kitchen chair. 

Ya’ll would get into so much trouble for fighting yet again. The thought gave you a warm feeling at the memory as you smiled wider and patted your own pineappled hair. 

‘Damn, her smile is a killer,’ Daveed thought as he watched you look around the kitchen for other signs of life. Now he was glad that he couldn’t sleep, and that he decided to be productive.  

He would have the chance to talk to you. As friends. Yeah.  He nodded to himself, trying to emphasize that last thought.  Friends.

Fuck.  He was in serious trouble.

Noticing that you and he were the only two humans in the kitchen and sniffing the air for the delicious smell that was wafting over from the stove, you finally greeted Daveed.

"Good morning, D.  Looks like everyone else is still knocked the fuck out.” 

Your other four friends were nowhere to be found.

You laughed, yawned and stretched.  Daveed turned back to the stove, cursing to himself. You were so damn fine.

“Calm the fuck down boy,” he whispered.

“What’s that?” 

You ventured over to see Diggs making French toast and bacon. Your stomach rumbled.

"I said sit down. Sounds like you’re hungry, haha. We gotta feed you. Grab some fruit over there and I'll serve you right up."

You grabbed something and sat down at the bar facing the windows. When Diggs turned to offer you some fresh oj, you didn't notice him watching you eat your banana. 

Your lips were a problem for him. When you looked away from the ocean, Daveed turned back to the stove and looked over his shoulder to smile at you.

His smile made you feel some kind of way.

"Why do they call you ‘Smiley?’" 

Daveed laughed, a sound that was quite nice.

“Because I started out as a clown. A professional clown.” 

You tilted your head, convinced that he was fucking with you. But maybe, he and Rafa always talked about the random shit they did to make money before they made it.

When he winked and turned back to the stove to the food, you just shook your head and ate the rest of your banana, positive that Daveed was fucking with you.

Meanwhile, Diggs was trying to stop himself from thinking about fucking with you. He did not need to watch you eat a banana. He licked his lips as he thought of how your lips tasted.

You smiled at Diggs’ broad back. He seemed different this morning.

He turned to plate some food for you and smiled again, shaking his head.

“Most times it’s a nervous tick.”

You were confused. “What’s a nervous tick?”

“My smile. I'm actually a really shy person.  Most times my smile is a defense mechanism.”

You were not sure about all that. Daveed had to know how he affected people.

“I’m not sure I believe that. Man. You are famous for performing in front of hundreds of people a night.  You’re on tv, movies, for goodness sake! You do live rap shows with your shirt off. I ain’t boo boo the fool.”

Daveed’s laugh filled the kitchen.

“How many clipping. shows did you watch on YouTube?  Or did you only watch the ones where I'm shirtless?” 

His look was hungry, and surprised, like he couldn’t believe he’d said that out loud. Then he barrelled on.

“I am shy, but I get my energy from crowds. I'm an introverted extrovert. Ya feel me?"

You nodded, understanding. You noticed that he was fiddling with the spatula he had in his hand. Uncertain again. He really was awkward. It was sweet. And hot.

Diggs continued.

"When I perform, I'm probably under the influence."

Pause.

"Hold up. What?" 

You flashed back to Mark. You couldn’t be around this again. Daveed caught your panicked look.

"Oh, it’s not like that, haha."  

That laugh and that smile. It automatically put you at ease. 

"It just takes a little. Drink; like last night at Criag’s Adrenaline; when I used to run track. Now it's performing." 

Daveed watched you carefully, gauging whether or not to continue. Fuck it, he thought. He felt as comfortable with you as when he first met Rafa.

"You know what the best drug is?" 

You cocked your head to the side, intrigued despite yourself. That smile. It was angelic and so opposite of what came out of his mouth next.

"Fucking. You know? When it's that good good. Or even better, that feeling when you haven't smashed, but the sexual tension is everything?"

There was suddenly little air in the room. You had to open your mouth to get oxygen. Oh. You knew the feeling alright. You gulped down your orange juice and continued eating.

"Hard-dick dopamine delivers every time." 

He said it so casually. He was playing innocent, but he was going for it.

You choked on your bacon. Daveed came up beside you.

"Raise your arms above your head.”

You turned toward him, held your arms up and he helped you, his hands holding your hands up. You stopped coughing pretty quickly but you stared at each other with your small wrists in his large hands. Daveed shifted on his feet and cleared his throat.  

“You good?" His voice had to be a couple of octaves lower. 

You gaped for a second, mouth still open, then laughed and nodded, pulling your arms slightly to get him to release them.  Daveed let go, stepped back and laughed along.

"But yeah. Back to what we were talking about...It just takes a little high, and I'm a completely different person." 

You watched him as he crossed his chocolate arms. 

"So what's your drug? Your motivation?"

That was something you didn't want to think about too hard. You tried to avoid his eyes. You cleared your throat and took another drink.  

“You got any vodka for this orange juice?”

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“C’mon. I made you this gourmet breakfast and everything…” You could hear the smile in his voice even though you were looking down. You didn’t feel pressed, you just felt like telling D this would open up so many things to him.

"Well, I don't do hard drugs if that's what you mean. No pills, or coke. Don't need molly," you winked and filled your mouth with French toast. 

"Gosh. This food is amazing!"

Daveed could barely make out the words through the food in your mouth.  He shook his head.

"Thanks, but don’t play me Lindy. Is french toast your motivation?"

Diggs wasn't letting you off the hook. You thought about it.  He was being very cool, and you felt safe with him.  You plunged ahead.

"I think about how fragile life is. How it is not guaranteed from day to day. How it can be taken away in a moment." 

You tried to push the emotions down and took a deep breath.

"I lost my twin brother when we were 17 in a car accident. I think a lot about what he didn't get to do. And that motivates me to do better with my life."

Daveed just looked down at the counter, mortified that he had pushed you to share something so personal. Then he finally looked up at you.

"That's a good reason to be motivated. I'm sorry for your loss." He looked down at his plate again.  "Look, I didn't mean to press you...."

Telling Daveed about Dell just felt right, even though you really didn’t know him like that.

"Don't apologize.  You didn't know. And I'm glad I told you." 

Diggs looked up at her and smiled. You smiled back.

He got up and stood next to you to grab your plate. Daveed smelled like coconut. It was nice. You closed your eyes and sniffed him.

"You done?" He was laughing at you.

"What? Oh, yeah. Thanks."

"Where is the fooood?"

Craig padded in the kitchen, with a wide smile. 

"There you are." You grinned at your cousin.

"Goood morningggg peopleeeee! I smell the Diggs Special. Hey. You two fuck last night?”

Rafa came in already on one this morning. Unlike his best friend, his confidence seemed to seldom waver.

He ignored your shocked looks and Craig’s laughter and went to get some food.  He continued as if he just walked in and said, “Good morning.”

"Ay, D, you gonna go check out this venue in town with me?"

Daveed shook his head at his friend. But he was chilling.

"Sure, what up?"

"I figure we can turn up on stage tonight"

"Cool. Let me eat and chill a little bit before we go." He looked at his watch. "About two?"

"Dope."

Jasmine walked into the kitchen. 

“Lindy needs to go shopping. We should come with.  You down, Craig?”

“You know it. That reminds me, we gotta fix you up.  Start destroying Daveed’s pants, since Lindy won’t do it for real.”

“Y’all gonna get enough…” you were getting swole.

“Calm down Ms. Fussy pants. Let’s go.”

Craig grabbed some shears from the kitchen and went toward Lindy’s room.

When you got to your room, Craig gave you the business.

"You are so tiresome."

“What?”

“You just need to fuck the man. We are all tired of feeling this sexual tension. It’s bothersome.”

“Leave me alone, Craig.” You watched as he worked his magic on the jeans. “What if I don’t want t…”

“Lie.”

“What if I’m not read…”

“Fuck that.”

“What if he hurts me? What if I hurt him?”

Craig put the shears down and turned toward you.  

“Listen, stop over thinking and do what you feel. What you want. Turn up. It’s your birthday. Anybody can see that man is all about you.”

“I’m scared.”

“I know. But you deserve…” He didn’t say it. 

“You deserve. Now put these clothes on, bitch.”

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You emerged from the room and no one paid any particular attention to you, no one but Daveed. 

His eyes swept from your feet, which were housed in some of Jasmine’s high heeled sandals, to your long, brown legs which were highly moisturized and seemed to go on and get better from your juicy calves to your generous, muscular thighs. 

Craig had cut and distressed some jeans that Daveed didn't particularly love to garments that he felt he could not live without. 

On you. 

Damn, Daveed gaped as he remembered that you probably didn’t have any underwear on. 

His eyes moved up to notice how his blue Oaklandish t-shirt was huge, but the way you had it tied up let it accentuate your waist, breasts and shoulders.

‘Good God,’ he thought. As his eyes moved up to yours, he saw that you noticed his reaction and were smiling at him. He smiled back. He wanted you to wear nothing but his destroyed and altered clothing for the rest of your life.

“OKAYYYYYYY, you look cute as hell.” Jasmine admired your outfit.  

“Thank you!”  Craig responded. 

“Yes, you did that!” Jas laughed.  “And the model ain’t half bad.” Jasmine got up, took your hand and had you twirl.

“Got DAMN!”  

Everyone turned and looked at Rafa as he yelled.  He put his hand over his mouth. “Oh, did I say that out loud?”

Daveed was so grateful that you did not have any of your own clothes. Your ass in those distressed shorts were everything. He gulped and you and Jasmine giggled.

“Be quiet!” 

Anthony shushed everybody and then gave you a double take. 

“Nice, Lindy,” but then he turned back to the tv. He was used to Jasmine’s glorious ass, so he was nonplussed. 

“Let’s just finish this episode before we go. It’s my favorite,” he said as Jasmine went back over to sit down with him.

Black Dynamite was on the tv while they were waiting. It was the alien episode. 

Ant and Jas were curled up in a big white overstuffed chair, Craig was on the other,while Daveed and Rafa were on the couch. You sat down in between them. 

You leaned your head on Rafa’s shoulder, looking at Daveed. Rafa put his arm around you, watching the show, as you put your legs up on Digg’s knees. 

You didn’t see Rafa wink at Daveed, who just smiled at you and turned toward the screen. After a couple of minutes, he put his hand on your shins, looking over to see if it was okay.  

Your chill smile indicated your assent.  He started lightly rubbing, looking down at your caramel skin. Your legs were so soft. 

Diggs peeked up at you relaxing and accepting his touch, and snuggling into Rafa’s embrace.  The way you were looking at him was everything, even if you were in Rafa’s arms. 

Rafa was his boy. And he knew what you wanted. As for Daveed and you, you two were watching each other and not the screen.

Daveed decided to move his hand up your leg, but a flash went off and he stopped. He hadn’t noticed that the show was over and that Craig was taking pictures. 

"This is so cute! Family love!" 

He was cheesing as he snapped a wide-angle selfie and some pics. Jasmine came and sat on your lap, the couch becoming a crazy twister game. 

Anthony came behind the couch and snuck in the pics with the crazy eyes flipped a double bird behind Rafa’s head. You were all being so silly.

"What is this, a orgy?” Rafa with the jokes. 

“Not that I’m saying there’s anything wrong with that.” That devilish smile. Everybody laughed. 

“Y’all are some beautiful people, but ain’t nobody got time for that. Let's go."

Anthony seemed hype.  He slapped his hands together and then rubbed them.

“Okay, we have a choice, since we are going into town we can drive….” he looked around at everyone.  “OR, we can go over in my new boat!”

Everyone sensed that there wasn’t really a choice, so they all said, “Boat!” and laughed.  

Anthony’s grin was wide as fuck.  Jasmine harshed the flow.

“The only thing is, it only has four seats…”  Everyone looked around and counted six people. Ant spoke up.  

“I’ll be piloting, so I will stand, but it takes about 20-30 minutes, soooooooo…..”

“Sooooooo, Lindy… would you mind sitting on D’s lap? We need to get creative.” 

Her eyes sparkled as she smirked. 

“Would that be okay with you Diggs?”

Rafa coughed “Setup” into his hand.

You looked at Jasmine and Anthony and Daveed, who was looking at you expectantly.  You were in agreement with Rafa, but you weren’t mad. It seemed that everyone was looking at you.

“Sure…” said Daveed whose eyes were fixed on you.  “Is that okay with you, Lindy?” 

You smiled and nodded your head.  “I’m cool with it.”   Daveed smiled wide, eyes crinkling with happiness.

Jasmine and Anthony led you all out onto the back deck, where you and Jas took off your heels, and down to the beach, a little ways away to the boat dock.  You and Daveed brought up the rear of the little ensemble.

You were watching the waves and the beautiful surroundings, trying not to focus on the awkwardness. 

Daveed was watching you.

“You good Lindy?” 

Daveed’s voice broke your reverie.

“Yeah.” 

You two stopped and looked at each other.  Your head was tilted back, looking into D’s eyes. He smiled down at you and you felt warm.  Must have been the sun.

“Heyyyy youuu guuuysss!”  

Daveed nodded his head toward the boat. 

“Leggo.”

You smiled and followed him. Ant was at the helm, Jasmine and Rafa were at the front, and Craig was in the second row.  

Daveed stepped on the boat and turned around offering you his hand. You flashed back to that January night.

You swallowed, smiled and tried to board. And immediately fell when you misjudged the deck while stepping on the boat.

Daveed helped you up, chuckling, while Craig howled and Rafa shook his head. Jasmine just stared, open mouthed, said “That’s not funny,” then burst out laughing.

Anthony was busy getting the boat ready but had a grin on his face.

“Fuck all y’all!”

“No, not all of us, just D…”

“Shut the fuck up Craig.”  You gave him the gas face and then turned and smiled at Daveed.

Daveed was seated and spread his arms out so you could sit down.  Anthony started the engine, so you got settled in on his lap as carefully as you could.  

“You okay?” you asked him softly, turning on his lap and feeling the muscles in his thighs. And maybe something else. 

You tried to adjust your shorts to cover your core adequately, because like this, he would easily be able to ascertain your situation.

Daveed looked into your eyes and whispered, “I’m perfect.”

You agreed silently as you stared back into his big browns. 

You were thrown against Daveed’s chest as the boat gained speed. You were able to feel his abs through his t-shirt and your rear shifted and came into contact with his crotch. 

‘This is going to be a fun ride,’ you thought, smiling to yourself.

Daveed put his arms around you, one at your waist and one on your legs, to try and hold you steady.  The movement of the boat allowed him to feel you, just as he wanted.  

He turned his head and looked at the water, concentrating on keeping his hands in neutral locations.

Jas looked over at you.  “You okay?” she mouthed.

You smiled and nodded, giggling a little.

D turned his head back quickly to look at your face. You looked at him and winked. He smiled and unknowingly started stroking your leg.

You stopped laughing and all of your attention turned to his hand on your leg. You adjusted yourself in Daveed’s lap. You were getting a little moist and could feel his cock becoming hard. 

Your lips parted and you started breathing a little faster.

The feel of you on his lap was what was up. There was a definite heat from your core. Daveed happened to look down at his t- shirt on you and saw that your nipples were hard.  

All he wanted was for them to be in his mouth and to be enveloped in your heat.

Daveed turned his head to look at everyone else to see if they noticed you two, and his lips brushed your shoulder.  He heard your sharp intake of breath.

Geez, he felt like he could take you on the boat in front of everyone. By the way your body was reacting, he thought that you would let him.  

He finally noticed he was stroking your leg and stopped himself.  He sat up straighter and tried to get control.

You closed your eyes and moaned a little when Daveed pulled away.  All you wanted at that moment was him inside you. When you opened your eyes, Daveed was looking at you.

“You sure you’re comfortable? I could sit on the boat deck if you want.”

“No!” you said a little too loudly.  Craig smirked at you.

You blushed, then relaxed again in D’s arms. How could a moment be so awkward, yet so perfect?.  

After about 20 minutes, the view of the pretty little town of Isabela became clear.  It looked like a neat spot to spend the day, but you were sad that the boat ride was over.

As the boat came to a stop and tied off at the dock, you and Daveed let everyone get off before them, then D climbed out, turned around and held out his hand for you.  

You took it and stepped out onto the dock. You didn’t let go and Daveed didn’t either. No one said anything, just exchanged glances as you and Daveed concentrated on being casual with it.  

Truth be told, each of your hearts were pounding in your chest.  

This is another world. You could be free and do what you wanted to do.  And what you wanted to do was to hold Daveed’s hand.

Daveed’s chest was puffed out, proud that you decided to show affection. In front of the crew. 

This was a big step but he tried not to make it a big deal.  

You strolled together and admired the architecture, holding his hand until you walked to the shopping center on Barbosa Street.

They were going to check out a venue to do a show later in the weekend. Daveed didn’t want to let you go.

Rafa and Ant just walked on and let Daveed handle his business. 

“Go to work.” 

You smiling at him was everything, as Daveed played with your hand, moving it up to lace his fingers in yours and press your palm upright.

Jas and Craig went into the store.

“It’s not work. Having fun creating with friends…”  

Daveed really wanted to create fun with you. He felt like he should kiss you goodbye, but he didn’t want to push it.

“Bye Daveed.  See you in a few.” 

You laughed, cause it was like he was going off to war. This was too much.

“Bye Linden…” 

He finally let your hand go and then backed up the street in the direction that his bros went, not wanting to let you out of his sight. 

When you disappeared into the store, he turned and ran to catch up.

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Rafa and Anthony were talking to the club owner in Spanish, Daveed following along, but not very well.  He thought they were talking about lighting and sound, but couldn’t get the entire conversation.

“Tienes tu propio gaffer o tenemos que hacer nuestra propia iluminación?”

“Nosotros tenemos un capataz, pero él cobra una tarifa separada.”

Daveed zoned out and planned how he was going to get closer to you.

Rafa turned to him and said something, and Daveed nodded. 

“Oh, absolutely.”

 He had not one clue what was happening in this club right now.  His mind was on you.  Rafa and Ant looked at each other.

“So, when they bring up the pigs in tutus, we cut one open and smear the blood all over you…” 

Anthony wanted to see if Daveed was paying attention.

Daveed smiled. “Sounds dope.”

Rafa and Ant shook their heads at him.

“Listen dude, your head is not in the game right now. You need to get right.”

They didn't have to tell him twice. 

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You were going to town.  Craig and Jasmine had abandoned you and were already down at Pinkheart and Loft.  You were not moving from H & M.

You didn’t mind being alone in the store, as you minored in shopping in undergrad. You were in the zone. And zoned out from what was happening with Daveed. You needed some headspace.

Your hands were full of clothes and your heart was feeling light as you headed toward the dressing room. 

You could barely see over your pile when the cute top you just recently grabbed off a clearance rack fell on the floor as you rushed ahead.  You walked past it before you realized, then went back to try and pick it up.

You jumped as soon as you turned around.

Daveed was standing there with your top in his hand.

"Drop something?"  That smile was everything.

You stared at him wide-eyed. 

‘Fuck. Me.’ Daveed thought. 

"Here, let me take your pile, I'll help you to the register."

You smiled at him again. He'd do anything to see that smile forever.

"Oh, ok. Thanks." 

You handed over the clothes to reveal a handful of sandals underneath which you kept. Daveed slowed himself to appreciate you fully.

“I really like that shirt on you.” Daveed bit his lip. “And those shorts..”

You saw him checking you out and you watched him, your eyes fixed on his lips. 

You recalled the talk about what mouths could do from months ago but were thinking about his succulent lips. And you couldn’t stop.

You needed to remain in control.

"I'm not going to the register, I'm going to try these on.  You can drop them at the fitting room." 

Daveed looked around to tear his eyes away from you.  He caught you checking him out when he swung his eyes back around.  His stomach flipped a little.  

He smiled.

"Well."

You were at the fitting room, the attendant eyeing Daveed as he gave you a number and pointed you to a stall.  

You took the 10 garments you were allowed and started to go into to your fitting room, looking back at him over your shoulder. You disappeared into the room.

Daveed just stood there.

He made a decision.

You stood there for a minute, shook, before you thought you had yourself together. You were about to take off his shirt when Daveed opened the door at came in.

The look on your face was everything.  The wide eyes, that mouth in an "O." So damn fuckable.

"The guy out there said I could bring you the rest of your clothes."

That was true, after Daveed paid him 20 dollars.

He got close to you, reached behind you and put the clothes on the hook.

You could smell him. He smelled like the coconut and his cologne, and your dreams.  You closed your eyes.

Daveed wanted your lips. He wanted to own them, to command them, to hear them command him.

You opened your eyes and he backed up.  He tried to contain himself despite your proximity.

“Look. Daveed. That night. The launch party. I was wasted. I usually don’t lose control like that… I don’t want you to think that’s really me.”

You were keyed up and stressed because you were losing control.  He could tell.

God, he wanted to put his hands on you. In a good way. You’d calm down then.

He knew you had baggage.  And that he should probably stay away.  But he didn't want to.  Hell, he had matching luggage. 

"Well, I think it is you. I have a theory that people are more their real selves when they are drunk or high. Inhibitions are gone. They get to act out like they want to. Do what they want to."

Daveed looked into your eyes.

"What do you want to do, Lindy?"

You wanted to do a lot of things.  To Daveed. In this fitting room. You almost gave it all up for him right there.

Then you got mad. At Daveed or your feelings, you didn’t know.

"That's just it, adults don't get to do what they want to do all the time. It's called adulting, you know. Responsibilities...?" 

You fired back at him.

He opened his mouth and spoke.  To himself as well as you.

"Chill."

He said it gently, not raising his voice at all, but the force behind it made you shut the fuck up. 

Your knees were weak and the small of your back was acting up again. Your body was reacting without your permission. You shivered.

Daveed could tell you were reacting to him physically.  But he wanted inside your mind, not just your body. He was going to give you some space. 

He backed toward the door of the fitting room. Leaning against it, his long body in jeans and t-shirt delectable.

“What do you want, Linden?” 

His voice was deeper, more commanding now. You swallowed. You were exhausted from fighting it. Maybe you could have a taste.

“I-I want a kiss. Just a kiss.”

Daveed felt triumphant.  He smiled and looked down at his shoes, then back up at you.

“Come get it.”  

He was going to let you make the first move.

You bit your lip through a smile.  You walked the five steps toward him in slow motion it seemed, as you raised up on your tiptoes to reach up and peck his lips, your hands behind your back.  

Your lips met his pillowy goodness and you leaned back to look into his eyes.  

Then, you put your hands on his shirt, tracing his abs all the way up and going back in for more, Daveed’s tongue prodding it’s way between your lips, and your tongue dancing with his.

You moaned as Daveed put his hand on your hips and then slid them up the sides of his shirt, skimming your breasts, and resting under your arms as you two went for it. 

He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, as he backed you into the wall. 

He palmed your ass in the shorts, his long fingers reaching inside the distressed rips and squeezing your ass. He spread you apart and squeezed you closed, so that his fingers barely grazed your core and drove you crazy.  

When you reached up and pulled his hair, that’s when he stopped kissing you, leaned his head against your forehead and breathed, “Fuck, Lindy. You don’t know what you do to me.”

You just looked at him and craned your neck for another kiss which he couldn’t deny, but then he stopped and let you down.

“What do you want Daveed?”

Daveed put his hand on the wall above your head. You looked up at it and at him and he had to remember to breathe.

“Fuck it. Linden, I want you. You know that.” 

You raised your eyebrow and smiled up at him, then bit your lip, playful. Daveed’s throat became dry.

“And I think that I know that you want me too. But I know it’s hard.”

Your eyes swept down his torso to his pants, and damn, well…if it wasn’t hard right now.

He cleared his throat.  “It’s hard for YOU.”  You smiled wide. 

He rolled his eyes.

“You know what I mean. It’s hard for you to be vulnerable, but Linden, I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

The way he looked in your eyes. You couldn’t go there with him, but the physical was okay for now. You decided to indulge yourself.  It was almost your birthday.

“What if I want you... to hurt me?” 

The innocent look in your eyes masked the devilish intent in your words. Daveed, stomach flipped again and he screwed his eyes shut. He masked a whimper and opened his eyes again.

“Huh. Don’t play with me Linden.” The menacing tone of his voice was making you wet.

“But what if I want to play with you, Daveed?” 

You reached for his belt buckle; Daveed stopped you, grabbed your hand and put it above your head against the wall, his arms now caging you in. 

You raised your chin, meeting his glare with yours. His eyes were fucking you so rough right now. You had to open your mouth to breathe, your tongue darting out to wet your bottom lip.

Daveed was looking as if he was going to devour you..  That mouth. He wanted to take it, but he restrained himself.  He had to know.

“Tell me. What. You. Want.”

You held his stare, the air around you crackling with energy.

“I want you Daveed.”

His smile was wide. Then he bent down, grabbed your thighs in his hand, picked you up and carried you to the mirror and pressing you against it, running his hands back down your body to your ass, cupping and grabbing it to memorize how it felt.

“We are NOT about to do this in the fitting room at H & M.  But somebody is going to cum. Right now.”

You kissed him as he ran his hands under your shirt to your nipples, pinching and rolling them in between his fingers as he kissed you again.

You started whimpering in your throat as you let him make you wet. 

“God, Daveed.”  

You kissed him again, but he did not stop what he was doing to your breasts.

“What?”  Daveed asked when you came up for air. “You wet?’

“Fuck yes.”  

You moaned as you threw your head back and huffed.

Daveed pulled his shirt up off your waist and exposed your breasts.  

“So fucking beautiful.”  

His mouth watered at the sight. Daveed licked his lips and leaned toward those beauties.

“Can I?”  Daveed paused.

“Please!” You whispered.  

He leaned down. His mouth got so close that you could feel his hot breath. Then he paused again.

“Please what?”

At first you could not think of what he was talking about. Then you got it.

“Please. Sir.”  

Your eyes sparkled under your lashes as you looked down. His dick got even harder.

“Such a Good Girl for me Linden. Fuck.”  

Damn, he had the key to your pussy.

Your wetness was leaking down your thigh, now reaching the tips of Daveed’s fingers.

Daveed proceeded to alternate his attention to each breast. Delicately at first, he kissed your nipples, then suckled them gently, then harder, more insistently, until his mouth was pulling at them rhythmically and firmly, to the point of almost hurting you.

You were groaning pretty loudly and Daveed released a nipple from his tightly clamped lips with an almost painful pop.

“Suck this,” he said, and put his thumb in your mouth, pushing your head back into the mirror. 

While still suckling you, he then moved his other hand down your body to your crotch and stuck his hand into the jean shorts, his long fingers grazing your folds, feeling a small patch of hair and your oh so slick lower lips. 

He looked up at you and how you were enthusiastically sucking his thumb, fellating it like it could cum down your throat.  That sight and feeling, combined with how you felt at your core, was fucking him up.

“Damn, Lindy? All this. For me? You sure?”

You nodded vigorously, his thumb deep in your mouth as he kept you pressed to the mirror. He found your clit and started rubbing, while inserting a finger into you. 

You were so fucking tight, it was a stretch to fit two in, but you were humming with pleasure now, your eyes rolling back in your head.

You nodded again, and as he pried your mouth open, your sounds became louder before he put his mouth on yours and kissed you, muffling your moans as his thumb and fingers worked in concert to bring you close to the edge. 

You tried to reach for his belt buckle again and he moved out of the way.

“Unh unh, it’s not about me right now.” 

Daveed grunted. He spun you around and had you face the mirror, his hand in your mouth and your pants, and his cock pressed into your ass.

It was big and your eyes matched it. You two stared at each other.

“Look at us.  Don’t we look good together? This should be a thing.”  

You watched what he was doing to you and it did look hot as fuck.

He pressed deeper into you through your pants.  He could feel you quiver on his fingers. 

“You want it Lindy?”

Daveed could feel your clit harden and vibrate like a guitar string.

“Maybe later, but you could cum… not now…” 

You whimpered around his thumb, but he sped up.  

“Not now…”

You were almost crying now. Daveed was smiling, his teeth bared against the shell of your ear, whispering his commands to you.

“NNNNot now….” 

Your legs were shaking from holding it.

“Good girl. Now cum.”  

Daveed spoke into your ear and you exploded from the inside out. It had been months since anyone else made you cum.

He reached down and grabbed you under your knees and sat down with you on the fitting room bench. You were draped around him like a vine, exhausted.

D held you for a few, taking care of you and waiting for his hard on to go down. You clung to him, eyes closed, trying not to panic. This was good. You wanted this.  And you told him so.

“Me too, Lindy.”  

He helped you stand and stood himself, standing behind you and watching you straighten yourself out in the mirror.  He pulled you back against him, wrapping his arms around your front and putting his chin next to your forehead.

“I meant what I said, Linden.  We look good together.  Let this be a thing.”  

You just smiled at him as you thought about the weekend to come.

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[ramp-it-up]

Fresh Squeeze, Pt. 6

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Cursing, Wild Thoughts™️, Angst, Yearning, 18+, Walmart shopping, Anime discussion, Anthony Ramos. Lots of Plot

Word Count: 2.8 K

Plot: Linden Marshall just finished law school at Columbia University in NYC. Daveed Diggs is still creating magic with his platonic life partner Rafael Casal in the form of their Blindspotting musical, Bay Boys. Linden’s boyfriend WAS Mark Monaco, star of the superhero movie series Invincible.  They were together for years, and her trauma and his addictions were toxic. She knows now that wasn’t love. 

A/N: Keep in mind that this the same AU as Arrivals, with Holly Woods, but is BEFORE Rafa and Holly get together. 

Read the previous chapter.

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Isabela, Puerto Rico, May 2023

“We are about 30 minutes from our destination. Please stay seated with your seatbelts fastened. The pilot will let you know when it is safe to do otherwise. Enjoy the rest of the flight.”

The flight attendant’s announcement woke up Daveed. He felt warm and happy. And he had you in his arms.

Daveed moved his head down into your curls, and kissed the top of your head., checking to see if anyone was watching. Everyone was knocked the fuck out. 

You had fallen asleep on his shoulder about 45 minutes into the flight after passing around champagne bottles. You were so cute, but he could tell that your neck was gonna be wrecked when you awoke.

Daveed had carefully maneuvered you so that he could pull up the armrest without waking you. You were dead to the world, so you waking up wasn’t a problem. 

Then, he pulled you to his chest, situating the blanket around you two and leaning back.  If he wanted anything from you right now, at the top of the list would be to be able to hold you like this and to show love.

He questioned that word in his mind. Love, really? He did love you, even if it was only as a good friend. But could it be more? Were you ready for that? Was he?

Daveed looked around to see Craig watching him and giving a thumbs up.  No one else noticed, Rafa was on his laptop and he could have sworn that Anthony and Jasmine were doing something nasty under their blanket behind you.  

He settled back into this feeling of being with you and fell asleep too, happy and content.

You woke up to a strange rhythm under your ear. It was a blue covered heartbeat, you recognized as you opened one eye, and it was insistent and hard, yet warm and safe. You shifted, held Daveed’s torso tighter and tried to drift back off. His arms tightened around you in response.

 Then your eyes popped open.

“Oh shit!”  You realized what was going on. You sat up slowly and squinted at Daveed’s smile and his damn low sexy voice. 

“Hey sleepyhead.”

“Hey.”  

You blushed and wiped your mouth. 

“Shit, I’m sorry…” you wiped at his onesie. “I think I drooled all over  your…” 

You didn’t finish the sentence when you glanced at Daveed and caught his eye. 

What you said that night came back to both of you. D’s eyes darkened and he licked his lips. For a minute, you were trapped by the static energy of your attraction. Daveed could do a lot with those lips right now if you’d let him. 

But of course you fought it.

You took a deep breath and sat up, separating from Daveed more fully. You had to get it together. You reached for your phone and checked your face, making sure you weren’t too crusty.

“Practically perfect in every way.” Daveed was watching you.

“That’s your first mistake.” You clicked your camera off. “ Anything that’s perfect isn’t real. Or alive.”  You had learned a lot in therapy.

“Truth.” Daveed looked at you appraisingly. “Such wisdom from a young one.” He leaned close to you.  “That’s why I said, ‘practically.’”  He was staring at your lips, not wanting to give up on meeting them again.

“I’m not a ‘young one.’ I’m thirty in two days.” 

You lifted your chin as a child would do, Daveed noted.  It was appropriate, because you were being stubborn as fuck right now.

He chuckled and stayed close, not letting you off the hook.  

“And I’m 40. I could be your…”  

The timbre of his voice was causing your pussy to vibrate. Holy fuck.

“...Daddy,” you said, huskily.  

You opened your mouth to breathe, as Daveed grunted quietly in his throat. God, you wanted to fuck him. You remembered that you knew how big he was. Your eyes widened and you watched his mouth.

Daveed would teach you about Daddy. He wanted to rail you until your pussy curved to his dick.  Got damn.

Daveed wanted you and you wanted him. It was crystal clear. He began to reach for you under the blanket when the flight attendant’s voice intruded on your vibe.

“We are beginning our descent into Rafael Hernández Airport, please stay seated with your seatbelts fastened and bring your tray tables and seats to an upright and locked position. The temperature is 75 degrees and the current time is 12:47 am.  We should be at our gate shortly. Thank you.”

That’s it. The moment was gone. You reached for your water bottle and took a drink to cool down. You were grateful.

Daveed was frustrated, as he sat back, brought his seat up, but held the blanket on his lap for a little while longer. It wasn’t fair, he almost had you. He closed his eyes. Now he felt like a child.

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The crew finally arrived in town around 2 am, after the two hour flight and renting a couple of cars to get to Isabela, a village on the seaside.

Loud music was playing to avoid falling asleep, Rafael driving one car and Ant the other.

Arriving in town, the two cars headed straight to the Walmart to get some food and things. It was almost 2 am, but everyone was re-energized and playing around, glad to be free for the time being on the island.

Daveed had to concentrate to read the titles in the video section.  His mind kept going back to the moment on the airplane.  But he vowed not to chase you up and down this island. He didn’t want to crowd you.  It had to be your decision.

You had to come to him. And  the thought of you made him want to cum. He’d have you to think about in the shower tonight, or today, whatever.

He needed to stop thinking about it.

Daveed was looking for Black Dynamite to watch in the condo in case it rained. He knew better than to think that Walmart had it, but he tried anyway.

He did see Afro Samurai tho… He picked it up as Rafa approached him with a toy xylophone and a big grin.

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Puerto Rico did something to all of you. It was like some weird no inhibitions pollen or something. When you stepped off the plane you decided to not overthink shit. You were just going to respond naturally, fuck the consequences.

This was your weekend, after all.

You walked into the entertainment section and heard some vaguely familiar music. As you got closer, you realized what it was.

Daveed was in the book section rapping “Rubber Duckie” as Rafa played a toy xylophone.

I got my rubber duckie

I'm in the tub with bubblies

He isn't very fuzzy

I know my duckie loves me

Call up my homie Ernie,

You know the orange one, ya heard me

D was going in, being silly and laughing with his bestie. He was fucking adorable.  You grinned at them and turned down the dvd aisle.

“I can’t believe they don’t have Cowboy Bebop.”  

You shook your head as Daveed and Rafa walked up and flanked you at the display, a shopping cart by Daveed’s side.

“It’s a classic.  Children will be referencing the War on Titan and it's after effects a hundred years from now."

Rafa just nodded and stroked his chin, having enough sense to be quiet.

“Wait, Attack on Titan is right here Lindy…” Daveed reached for a dvd and held it up in front of you.

Rafa shook his head and covered it with his hand.

"Spike Spiegel wasn't in Attack on Titan.  That's an entirely different anime series, my dude." 

The sardonic wit in your voice. Daveed just nodded, face on the floor, and put the blu ray down.

You squinted at what D had in his hand. 

"Afro Samurai is 20 years old as well.  You know that and not Cowboy Bebop? You put shame on your house. Old Man.”

You gave him a sexy grin and sauntered away shaking your head.

Rafa had been watching the scene, head on a swivel. All he had to say after you left was, “Boom. Roasted.” 

Daveed just chuckled, surprised and exhilarated at the same time. It seemed that you were up to letting loose a little bit.

He looked at Rafa who just watched Daveed falling. He couldn’t catch him this time.

"Man. Tonight looks like the beginning of an EPIC weekend,” Rafa said as he pushed some more dvds into Daveed’s cart.

Then he pulled a pack of Magnum XLs off the shelf that he had been hiding under his arm from you.

Daveed looked at him. Rafa stared back.

“What?  All these beautiful women on this island. I’m not gonna be unprepared or take any chances.”

Daveed shook his head, grimaced and looked around to see where you went, but you were nowhere to be found.

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You were busy eating some Hot Cheetos that you’d grabbed on the chip aisle and were turning down the candy aisle when you saw Grumpy Care Bear standing there with a basket full of food, dvds and shit, looking at some sour patch kids.

"Oh hell,"  you said as you turned right back around.

"Ay, yo.  Lindy. You can get your candy. I'm not going to assault you with my inferior anime knowledge."

He laughed that sexy laugh and held up his hands. He sort of regretted calling you back because you walking away...Damn. Even in the Pikachu onesie.

Daveed continued to hold up his hands to show he didn't intend any harm, a smile on the lips that were your weakness earlier.  Fuck me, you thought.

You smiled back at him and went for the Jelly Bellys. You crunched loudly on your Cheetos as you clocked him out on the low. You felt bad. A little. 

"Look, I'm sorry about that in the dvds.  I'm just passionate about what I like."

Daveed wondered if you liked him. Like liked him liked him. He allowed himself to go there. 

You sucked the Cheeto dust off your fingers and it was making D feel some kinda way as he watched your fingers go in and out of your mouth. His eyes began to slide down your body.

He needed to stop. Daveed cleared his throat and looked at your face.

"No problem. I get it. It's all good." 

Diggs unconsciously licked his lips and grinned, causing you to stare for a second at his casual hotness. This couldn't continue. You frowned.

Daveed sensed the change in mood, grabbed his Sour Patch kids and backed away.

“I’ll leave you to it.”

That was a close call you thought as you felt some weird pang of disappointment at him leaving. But it was what it was.

Soon enough, you all left the store.  Rafa stole some of your Jelly Belly’s. You just handed over the pack to him and pulled out some more. You were prepared.

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When the crew finally got to the house, you dropped your bags and ran to the beach, celebrating four days of freedom from work, acting, fame, fortune, and expectations.

After a few minutes of staring at the waves, y’all made your way back up to the house.

When you walked in before Jazzy turned the lights on, you recognized a large dark expanse which seemed to be the back wall. As your eyes got adjusted, you noticed the white rolls of the waves on the shore. 

The back wall was floor to ceiling glass.  When the lights came up, it turned into a mirror and 6 characters in onesies stared back at you.

You were at the back of an open concept space with a huge u-shaped sectional sofa and a beautiful, big kitchen with a bar.

Daaaammmmmmnnn! This place is gorgeous!  Craig’s mouth was hanging open. You reached over and closed it.

“Welcome to our home away from home!” Anthony was bleary eyed and smiling wide. 

He pointed to the right of the house.

“Me and Jazzy’s room is over there,” he then pointed to the right of the house. 

“The birthday girl’s room is opposite over there, a mirror of the master,” then he pointed to the back of the house behind you and to the right,  “and the other four bedrooms are here.” 

Ant started pulling their luggage toward their room, talking over his shoulder. 

“Everybody gets their own room, even me, when I fuck up.” 

All of you cracked up laughing whole Jasmine nodded her head.

It was almost 4 am, so you all were tired.  You gladly pulled your suitcase to your room, feeling grateful and warm for being the guest of honor of your friends.  Your room was the bomb.

You walked into a spacious room with bamboo wood floors,and exposed wooden beam ceilings and several floor to ceiling windows.  There was a huge fluffy white rug under a comfortable king sized bed in the middle of the room. 

Two uniquely designed bamboo lounge chairs and white pillow ottomans faced a window where you could look through and see the pool and beach.

It was a luxury get away and right now, all you wanted was a shower and the bed.

You put your suitcase on the floor and got down and opened it.  You shook your head at what you saw.

“HOLY FUCK GOT DAMN SHIT!!!!”

Daveed, Craig and Jasmine came running at your screams.  Rafa and Ant were behind.

“What happened.”

You were embarrassed. But so irritated.

“Craig. You got the wrong suitcase.  This is Mark’s shit that he never came to get.  None of my clothes are here.  I have nothing to wear.”  You felt like crying.

“I’m sorry Lindy, you said that your summer clothes and bathing suits were in the rolling soft Louis bag…”

I mean the large one. This is the medium one. It’s okay, Craig.

“You have nothing to wear hunh?”

Daveed was smirking at you and you ignored it, crossing your arms and tapping your foot.

“But it’s perfect!”  You looked at Jasmine and her chipper British accent.

“We can go shopping for your birthday tomorrow. Treat yourself!”

You couldn’t help but smile at Jazzy’s happiness. She was right. Rafa and Ant went away and left y’all to that talk. Daveed was glued to his spot.

“OOooooh. Good Idea.” Craig was in. 

“Ok.I’m tired as fuck. I just wanna shower and sleep now. I’ll not need anything tonight.

Daveed couldn’t get the image of you in the shower and naked in bed out of his head now. He cleared his throat.

“I can give you something to wear shopping tomorrow, Lindy.”

His voice was soft.  You smiled at him and he was a goner.

“Man, you are like three times bigger than she is?”  Jasmine didn’t understand.

“Hold up. Are you willing to sacrifice, D?  Can we cut up one of your t-shirts and jeans?”

Daveed felt pain. The only t-shirts he had were Oaklandish.  

“Let’s compromise. You can cut my jeans all you want, but not the shirt.”

Craig smiled wide.  “Deal, if you throw in a belt.”

“Damn, Diggs…” was all that Jasmine said, smiling and shaking her head.

“Thank you Daveed. I appreciate it.” You were blown away.

Daveed played it off. “No problem…” And then he just turned around and walked out of your room.

“Girlllllllll!!!!”  Craig and Jasmine squealed at you and it took you a minute to get them out of your room.

You walked into the en suite bathroom and marveled at its beauty. It was large, with a huge tub and a walk in glass encased shower with an overhead waterfall  shower head. 

You turned on the shower to get it hot, stripped off your onesie and your underwear, wrapped yourself in a towel and went back into the bedroom.

You stopped short, because there was Daveed standing in your room, clothes in hand.

He had immediately gone to find his least favorite jeans and the Oakland shirt that would suit you the best.  He decided that you would look beautiful in blue.

You just in a towel was a sight to behold. He was sure that underneath that towel was paradise.

You stared at each other for a minute, Your eyes were glued to his.  

“Th-thank you again Daveed.”  He couldn’t discern if your hesitant, sexy voice was for him or from embarrassment.

“Sorry, I…. didn’t think you’d be… sorry.” He put his hands up and backed out of the room.

“Daveed.” You called, softly. “Stop.”

You approached him with a smile on your face. Daveed’s eyes were wide, not knowing what was going to happen.

“Thank you. I mean it.”

You stood on your tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek, your lips lingering. Daveed closed his eyes and fought the urge to grab you and hold you close to him.

“You’re welcome.” His smile wrinkled his eyes as he smiled down at you. 

“Goodnight, Linden. Have sweet dreams for me.”

You just stared at him as he turned and left the room.

Daveed was just outside your door when he heard your reply.

“Yes, Sir.”

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Fresh Squeeze, Ch. 5

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Cursing, Angsty Angst, drug and alcohol use, surprise flights, Anthony Ramos. Lots of Plot.

Word Count: 3.5 K

Plot: Linden Marshall just finished law school at Columbia University in NYC. Daveed Diggs is still creating magic with his platonic life partner Rafael Casal in the form of their Blindspotting musical, Bay Boys. Linden’s boyfriend WAS Mark Monaco, star of the superhero movie series Invincible.  They were together for years, and her trauma and his addictions were toxic. She knows now that wasn’t love. 

A/N: Keep in mind that this the same AU as Arrivals, with Holly Woods, but is BEFORE Rafa and Holly get together. And don’t come for me about Anthony.

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NYC, May 2023

Jasmine was blowing up your phone as you were trying to get dressed.  You had to search for it under the pile of clothes on your bed.

You had procrastinated getting ready, trying to finish one of your applications for a summer internship at this law firm in Harlem that you were excited about.  

You wanted to finally relax after finishing Columbia law in the top 10% of your class. You just wanted to relax and enjoy this weekend.

Craig, your mom and your uncle were the only ones to attend your graduation.  They knew you didn’t want any fanfare, so your famous friends didn’t attend, and they had a show to do, but they’d sent you tons of well wishes.

We're coming up, get decent!

You chuckled and shook your head. Anthony usually raided the refrigerator when he came over. This time, you told him to bring his own snacks..

You slipped on what you were wearing for the night.  Craig was in his room getting ready and you had volunteered his place, so you were playing hostess. You were surprised that he was so chill about it, actually. 

“Pika Pika,” you said to yourself in the mirror then ran to answer the doorbell. It was almost 6 pm.

You opened the door for Cookie Monster and Big Bird.  You burst out laughing. But you stopped when you saw Anthony's face. He had like five bags from Whole Foods that he was juggling in his blue arms.

"Jazzy!!!! There's my girl.  Hey Ant! leave the food and your girl. We may run off together."

Anthony came in the door loaded down with bags and kissed you on the cheek.  

“I love you Lindy, but fuck you man.” You punched him on the shoulder. 

“Ow! Time to get this party started!”

Linden heard Jazzy’s Brooklyn accent turn into a London lilt as she started play fighting with Ant. They felt like family at this point.

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Ever since the launch party in January, Jasmine had pursued you as a friend persistently. You normally didn’t let anyone in because of the circumstances of your life, but Jas was oblivious to your awkwardness with normal human beings.

“Girl, you are fucking DOPE, and you are NOT gonna deny my love.  I know your life has been a trip, and you don’t have to tell me all of it, but I’m not gonna let you shrivel up and be a little retiring wallflower. Life is to be lived.” 

Jasmine telling you that during a Saturday brunch date in February was the key to your heart. She drew you out, and you didn’t see what value you added to her life.

But she loved you anyway. And you loved her, and of course, Anthony was part of the package.  

He was beautiful, loud, talented, and reckless, but he reminded you too fucking much of Dell to be annoyed with him very long.

Your circle had certainly widened from just Craig. That was one thing for which you could thank Mark. You were working on him being a distant memory.  He hadn’t lasted too long in Bay Boys, quitting soon after the musical opened in March.  

Daveed’s hands and feet had ‘slipped’ one too many times during the scene when he was stomping his ass on stage. Mark cited health reasons, and publicly spiraled a bit. He was currently in rehab. 

Again. 

You had not heard from him and that was absolutely fine with you.

Because Jasmine was in Bay Boys and that was her life, the cast and crew became yours as well. Rafael was the type of chaotic creative genius that fascinated you; you could listen to him talk for hours.  

Things with Daveed were more tricky. Ever since that awkwardness with him after the launch party, you’d kept your distance, but you hung out a lot, so you were trying to be friends.

When you and Jas and Ant and Rafa hung out and talked, Daveed was there, smiling shyly and sneaking glances at you, throwing in pearls of wisdom every so often. 

He was so dope and so talented and intelligent and so freaking hot, but you were trying to get yourself together.  You were convinced that night in January had been a mistake. 

You needed some space. And time.  Law school was no joke, and you were in therapy so entanglements was not what was up.

Daveed sensed your hesitancy and decided to stop pursuing you. But he couldn’t stop how he felt.

You were both a little wasted and keyed up the night of the launch party, and despite the way you were beautiful and intelligent and sexy as fucking hell, he was not going to press you. 

Daveed was sure that you two could be something special if you would give it a chance, but he didn’t want to chase you, but he was so gone for you, that if you just nodded your head at him, he would be at your feet.

The attraction was undeniable. There was a crazy little dance you two did that everyone recognized and respected.  This group seemed to know you were fragile, and that you didn’t need to be pushed too far.

But the more they persisted, the more you came out of your shell.  The more you trusted, the more the old Lindy came back. 

Craig noticed first soon after you started hanging with the crew when you were trying to find a place to live. He went to one showing with you and sat you down for a talk.

“Girl, I love the light in your eyes.  I haven’t seen this Lindy since…well in a long time. Stay with me for as long as you want. I know you need to get through this last semester of school, you don’t need one more thing to think about. I’m proud of the work that you’re doing on yourself, Linden.”

You were grateful to Craig.  His place on the Upper West Side was super convenient to Columbia, and not having to think about finding a place was so clutch.  Third year was kicking your ass.

“Besides, I wouldn’t have this place if it wasn’t for…”

“Hush,  I don’t want to hear that.  Dell would have wanted this. I love you cuzzo.” 

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Craig came out in a Sully onesie and immediately dragged Jasmine into a conversation about the Met Gala that had happened a few days ago. 

You approached the kitchen where Ant stood, food all around him on the counter. You were whispering. He smiled a secret smile at you.

“I’m so proud of you doing this for Jasmine.  It’s good for you all to get away. I’m glad that she got a little break. She deserves it all.”

Anthony had arranged for this little get together to be a surprise for Jasmine. This was going to be a kickback weekend.

The show was on a four day hiatus while the set was moved to a bigger theatre.  It was a hit and was destined for a long run.

Ant’s green eyes lit up as you kept talking about Jasmine.

“Yeah, she does. And the woman of the hour deserves all the happiness in the world.” He lifted his beer to you.

They way he said that was weird and you were about to ask him what was up with that when the doorbell started ringing, you went to answer it and were stuck there for a few minutes as people started coming in. 

The food and the drinks were flowing while all kinds of characters came in. 

Now they also had Jack Skellingtom, and a Care Bear in the house to add to Big bird, Cookie Monster, Pikachu and Sully. It was an odd cast of characters who were jamming to 90's rap, eating chicken wings and basically tripping like only friends could do.

Then there was Toni, some tag-along chick who showed up with Rafa.  She had on a plain gray onesie.  What a downer.  

You’d  pegged her for  a star fucker who only hung with Rafa because of who he and his friends were.  The girl was too much in everyone's business. 

"Sooooo. You and Mark ARE broken up for real for real. The tabloids say y’all are back together!  I told my friend Susie you weren’t, but she wouldn't believe me."

You  just smiled and didn't confirm or deny, treating Toni like the paparazzi. The girl was oblivious to your hate and just kept talking.

Daveed rescued you. 

"Hey, Toni, show these folks how you can blow. They're setting up the karaoke machine over there. Show us what you're working with. Someone might hook you up with a gig."

Toni perked up and hurried over to Anthony and Craig, who were setting up the lyrics on the big screen to match the karaoke music. Some Bad Boy joints were up.

Rafa was behind them screaming, "Dylan, Dylan, Dylan!" 

They were a scene.  You  breathed and relaxed a little.

"Don't stress. She's not coming with us  to the island."

You looked up at the tall, fine Grumpy Care Bear who was nursing some of your special 18-year-old Chivas Regal that you had gotten for graduation. His beautiful smile shined out of his brown face and beneath the curls tumbling out of his hood. 

“I’m not pressed. I’m chilling. You can do what you want. With who you want.”

“She’s not with me. Rafa brought her for the ride to the airport. And it’s not entirely true that I can do what I want. With who I want. Because what if who I want to do doesn’t want to do me?”

You knew what he meant. But you eyed his drink instead of looking at him. It wasn’t that you didn’t want him. That was far from the truth. You didn’t want to get lost in him. And you could see that happening.

Daveed saw your wheels turning. You were over analyzing again.  He’d spent three months observing you every chance he got. He felt like he knew your anxieties.  So fucking smart, but here you were thinking too much.

"Hey Genuis Ass. Want some?" Daveed’s voice was softer as he grinned and offered you some of his drink.  “Or, I could go make you something?” For some reason he wanted you to get loose. 

"Nah, I'm good Diggs.”  For some reason you needed to stay in control.  You played it off by changing the subject. 

“I still can’t believe y’all call me that.” 

Daveed just smiled and nodded, chuckling a little. He craned his neck and looked at it, having to dodge a smack upside the head.

“That ass is genius, you know. That’s the one thing He Who Shall Not Be Named was right about. And you’re one of the smartest humans I know.”  

You had to look at him then. The flecks of gold in his eyes tho.  But you could tell from the slight redness that he was a little zooted.  He didn’t get that way around you a lot, but you knew for the stories that he partied occasionally. 

He and Rafa and that Toni chick must have pre-gamed.  You remembered the last time you two were  tipsy together.You cleared your throat and looked away.

“Why did you lie to that girl? She can’t sing.” You were shaking your head, scowling at Toni’s screeching from the karaoke machine.

He winked at you. D was well on his way to getting LIT.

"What? She can blow.”  Daveed sipped his drink and watched her. 

“She’ll suck your soul out and spit it back in your mouth." Daveed was loose. And so was his mouth. But he didn’t care.

Your mouth was hanging open at Daveed as you wondered what Daveed had done with Toni, what Daveed AND Rafa had done with Toni... 

Shit, you were just going to ask.

"How do you know that she..."

"AWWWW SHEEEIIIITTT! THAT'S MY JAM! REMEMBER THIS LINDY??"

“No, I was like, negative 5..”

You raised your voice as he traveled away from you, smiling. He was not slick.

“Well you missed out being tardy to the party…” 

He was backing toward the mic, knocking it out of Anthony’s hand and starting the rap. Rafa joined him, trading verses.

Now as the record spins around, you recognize this sound,

Well, it's the underground,

You know that we're down with wutchyalike

Yeah, with wutchyalike, yeah

And though we're usually on the serious tip, check it out:

Tonight we're gonna flip and trip and let it all hang out tonight,

We're gonna say what we like.

'Cause, yo, yo, we want to know how many people in the flow,

Would like to just let yourselves go

And doowutchyalike,

Yeah, well tonight's your night.

Just eat food, try not to be crude or rude,

Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood,

And doowutchyalike,

Yeah, and doowutchyalike,

Everybody doowutchyalike

Everyone was dancing and Daveed had effectively deflected your question. But you would never forget.

By 8 o’clock, Craig grabbed the mic and motioned for Jasmine to come with him. You had enjoyed some cocktails finally, and just figured they were going to duet Wind Beneath My Wings just like they always did. 

You were actually moving to the music and feeling good.

"Ok guys, whew.  I'm hot.  Is it hot in herrrre?" Craig was fanning himself.

“Whoooo! Nelly!”

You yelled and everyone laughed.

Craig took his hood off and started to unzip his onesie. Jasmine did the same.

You kept dancing nervously, not realizing it, looking around at the others who were also disrobing. You did a double take as D’s abs came into view.  What was going on?

Craig continued.

"Lindy, I just need a minute to talk, can you stop whatever it is you're doing?"  He grinned at you from across the room. "You're still moving Lindy."

You blushed and stopped fidgeting.

"Ummm, Craig, what the..."

One by one people dropped their onesies, all except Toni, who had no clue what was going on. Soon, everyone was standing in Craig’s condo in their swimsuits, looking fine as hell. 

You just looked around, then in your cup wondering if you were too drunk and hallucinating.

“Lindy, you’ve worked real hard, and this past few months have been crazy, so we wanted to do something special for you this weekend, for your graduation, and for your birthday, WHICH IS SUNDAY!!”

Everyone cheered as Jasmine took the mic. “You think this party is for me. Well the joke’s on you bitch, because you have been hosting your own party!”

You opened your mouth, squeaked a little, then spoke,

"But why?.. Everybody?  But what..."

Daveed moved close.

"Damn, you fine," you whispered. 

Your hand flew to your mouth when he smirked in response. Everyone was rolling because turns out, you didn’t whisper.

Daveed cleared his throat. "Thank you. You’re fine yaseif. Anyway, Anthony and Jasmine have a house there, and we’re flying out of JFK tonight.  In about two and a half hours in fact. So we gotta get going.”

You still had only a part of a clue of what was going on. But you couldn't resist all of this.

"Okay? But... I don't have any clothes. And I don’t have a ticket..."

Craig came from the storage room off the kitchen with one of your suitcases. Others started getting their bags as well

"Everybody's shit has been in my house for a week. And girl, you know I got your information. It ain’t nothing but a thang.  Your ticket is ready and waiting. Just sent it to your email.”

Your mouth dropped open and you stared at Craig as everyone pulled their onesies back up and got their bags together.

Your eyes filled with tears that you hurriedly brushed away. Craig came over and hugged you. Then every else joined in for a group hug.

"You deserve, Lindy. Let us celebrate you."

You looked like you didn't quite believe it, but you went along. You laughed, visibly deciding to go with the flow.

"I'm down!"

Toni was nearby. When the hug broke up, she started asking questions.  Your  patience was wearing thin.

"I don’t believe that all these people really roll like this. Y’all wild. Susie won that bet."

You just continued to look at this fool.

"But isn’t this dope?  All these famous, successful men being so fearless with their love and appreciation for Black women, of all people. Who woulda thunk they didn't want white women?"

Toni just kept saying the wrong thing. It was the "of all people" for you.

You stared daggers at your houseguest. Toni caught the look.

"Wait, are you mixed?"

You narrowed your eyes and said, "Black mixed with Black."

Toni clutched her pearls.

"Oh wow. Didn't mean to offend. I just mean everyone knows Jasmine is mixed, with her dad and all, as black as can be. But her white British mom saved her from his skin tone. I mean, she has braids in now, so you can see it, but all she has to do is blow her hair straight and she can pass..."

Toni jumped when Rafa spoke. She didn't know he was there.

"Toni. Not Jas. She's the homie." 

The look in his ice blue eyes could burn. 

"And you are a Black woman, so you know how dope they are. Why would anyone NOT worship at your feet?"

Lindy just sipped her drink as Craig entered the chat. "Amen!"

"Maybe it is time for you to get going, honey. I might call you when I get back."

Rafa  led Toni to the door as she protested.

"But I was going to take you to the air..."

"And I APPRECIATE you Black woman, but we'll get there.  See you later."

Then Rafa shut the door in her face. Linden discovered she loved him eternally at that moment. She was rolling.

No one mourned Toni’s departure as arrangements were made for cars to take everyone to the airport.

"You and Daveed can ride with us, Rafa." Ant to the rescue.

"Yeah, Jasmine loves to look at my profile." Jas pinched him so hard he jumped.

“Fuck!”

Ant  was screaming as he, Jasmine and Rafa went out the door. 

"Peace! See you at airport security.  If you get nabbed by TSA, you on your own!”

Daveed lingered. “I don’t know if all of us and our bags will fit in one car. Can I ride with you and Lindy, Craig?”

Craig smirked at Daveed, but didn’t say anything. “Of course...you good with that Lindy?”

You tried to keep it light. 

“Sure.. no biggie,” you cleared your throat and headed to the bathroom to make sure you had everything you needed.

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By the time you got to your Uber, the traffic was horrible. It took over an hour to get to the airport. You felt both anxious about missing the flight and keyed up about sitting next to Daveed in the car.

His thigh and side pressing into yours in the dark in the back of an Uber Black brought back memories of that reckless night. 

When he put his arm up on the seat behind you, “For more room,” he said, in that voice and flashing that megawatt smile, you were enveloped more into his scent and warmth. You had to control yourself not to melt into him.

Craig was sitting on his phone, sneaking glances at you and smirking the entire ride. He’d insisted that you be in the middle because you were so tiny.

The whole world was against you, you thought, as you and Daveed both stared straight ahead, both flashing back to that January night.

You were the last three people to run through the airline gate just at they were about to close it. All your friends in first class cheered when you took their seats, and Rafa popped a bottle of champagne.

"Talk about cutting it close," Ant commented as Rafa gave Daveed a high five.

Daveed looked at you. You shook your head at him. Somehow, you were sitting next to him. You just decided to let it be and have some time.

“Just make sure you don’t molest me under this blanket, Ms. Marshall,” Daveed intoned when you were settled and given amenities for the night.

The flight attendant had to tell y’all to keep quiet as the cat calls went up.

Welp, you thought. This will be the vibe the entire weekend. 

You weren’t mad at it. You loved these people. And you were safe. You just smiled, settled down, and looked out of the window to watch the lights of New York fade away.

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The ☕️ on Fresh Squeeze Drama to Come

What’s up with the upcoming heartbreak in Fresh Squeeze you say?

I had a question in my PMs (it was Definitely Not Miranda) about the comment that @sillyteecup made on FS 11 about upcoming Daveed x Lindy Drama.

Sooooo...

It’s kind of already happened.

I set these stories in 2023 because I wanted it to be post pandemic. 😩

Fresh Squeeze and my Rafael Casal series, Arrivals, are in the same AU. 

Arrivals begins sort of in the middle of the FS timeline and last December I shot ahead of both chronologically with some Christmas fics.

As a result, you may have already seen hints of Daveed and Lindy breaking up in the FS future.

Confused? My bad. But think of it like Star Wars, there’s release order, and then there is chronological order. 

(Fun fact: Greatest of All Time is a prequel, because that’s the same AU too!)

This is the reason I’ve paused writing Arrivals until I get FS caught up.

This is also the reason I’ve said that Daveed x Lindy and Rafa x Holly will get together.

Below the cut, there is a chronological list of Fresh Squeeze and Arrivals fics below the cut and the dates in which they are set.

(Damn, I’ve written a lot 😳)

Feel free to go back and read again! 🤗

I definitely do not have to thank @einfachniemand for this idea.

Fresh Squeeze: Chapter 1-- Jan 2023

Fresh Squeeze: Chapter 2*-- 

Fresh Squeeze: Chapter 3* 

Fresh Squeeze: Chapter 4* 

Fresh Squeeze: Chapter 5 May 2023

Fresh Squeeze: Chapter 6  

Fresh Squeeze: Chapter 7*. 

Fresh Squeeze: Chapter 8*. 

Fresh Squeeze:Chapter 9*. 

Fresh Squeeze: Chapter 10*. 

Fresh Squeeze: Chapter 11.*

Fresh Squeeze: Chapter 12.*

Fresh Squeeze: Chapter 13 

Fresh Squeeze: Chapter 14 Summer 2023

Fresh Squeeze: Chapter 15 October 2023

Arrivals:

Arrivals: Undercover Wicked With It  October 2023

Fresh Squeeze: Chapter 16 Oct-Nov 2023

Arrivals: Lottery* Early December 2023

Arrivals: Damage, Pt. 1 December 2023

Arrivals: Winter Song December 2023

Arrivals: Tiny Tim December 2023

Arrivals: Damage, Pt. 2 December 2023

Fresh Squeeze:Winter Wonderland

Fresh Squeeze: Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays

Arrivals*. Early 2024

Fresh Squeeze/Arrivals/Greatest Mash Up: Early 2024

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Winter Wonderland

DJ’s 10 Days of Christmas

Day 2:12.16.2020

Winter Wonderland x Emile Sandé

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall

Word count: 2.4 k

Warnings: This one is 18+ Guys! One F word I think, but graphic SMUT. Lots of angst, walking in the cold, hot cocoa.

A/N: Linden is back and I don’t know if everyone realizes that Linden and Holly exist in the same AU. This fic takes place immediately after Last Christmas, but wayyy after Fresh Squeeze 4. Hope you like it.

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Daveed watched as the snow covered the tarmac as he waited for his wifi to connect. The weather here was very different than in Southern California.

And the only reason he was here was because of you.

You weren’t aware that the only reason he would willingly come back to New York in the winter when he wasn’t working was for you.

You were oblivious to the fact that he loved you.

He wanted to text as soon as he possibly could after the plane landed, but even though it had been a long night for him, he knew that in New York, you were just waking up for work.

7 am was not the right time for this kind of good morning text.  Especially after not communicating for weeks.

He settled for texting Rafa that he’d landed safely. It was 3 am in Cali, so he expected a response. When he didn’t get one after he’d gotten into his Uber 45 minutes later, he grinned to himself at what Rafa was up to.

When he got to his apartment, he ordered something to eat, waited for delivery, ate, and then texted you. Daveed congratulated himself on his will power. 9:30 am seemed like a respectable time to try and talk to you.

He watched as the thought bubbles popped up, on and off, for the better part of 3 hours.

While he scrolled through instagram and texted Rafa about the night before. Still no response.

While he jumped on a Zoom meeting with his team about upcoming projects.

While he straight just opened your text thread and watched for the last 35 minutes until you answered.

When he saw you respond, he felt like he could breathe again. He responded quickly and relaxed in the back of the car, remembering that first night with you, not so long ago.

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Every winter there was snow and in every snow, was you and Dell. You two worked in tandem, building a snow village until you couldn’t feel your fingers and toes and your mother called you in to dry off, eat something hot, and warm up. Then, you’d go outside and do it all over again.

Most nights, you’d huddle together in your bed, warm under the covers and speaking your special language. This lasted until you two were ten or eleven; winter was when you two were the best of friends.

So now, on this wintry morning, you lingered in your bed thinking about happiness, those memories, and hope.

You could finally see yourself being happy, and you knew that was possible because of Dell. And Daveed. He’d help you to see yourself in a new light. It was too bad that you had to cut him loose.

It had been a month since you’d seen him, sending him off with a tearful kiss in the airport departure lane.

It had been three weeks since you saw the photograph on TMZ, Daveed all up on his ex outside of a coffee shop in LA. You went numb.  You ignored his repeated calls for days.

It had been two weeks since you finally picked up the call and told him to get the fuck out of your life and immediately hung up, not letting him speak.

You saw Daveed’s text at work, and wondered why you hadn’t blocked him. You didn’t respond right away, and actually forgot about it as you prepared for the first case that you were assisting on.

At 6:30, you were finally home and sitting in your window seat after a long day at the office, and watching as the snow covered Harlem. 

The scene below was so soothing and romantic, and you just sighed as you watched the people pass by on Lenox Avenue.

Your phone buzzed and you ignored it for a minute, concentrating on the scene outside. Snow made you very happy. You loved the memories that came up because of it.

You picked up your phone and saw that Daveed had texted again.

You thought you made things clear the last time you talked. You tried to compose a text many times before you finally answered.

I’ll talk to you, if you walk with me in the snow. It’s one of my favorite things.

Time and place.

Ephesus Church, Lenox Ave, 8 o’clock

I’ll be there.

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You arrived exactly at 8, as the church was just down the block from your place. Daveed was already there, anxiously following your form as you came down the street.

He felt as if he wanted to run to you and grab you up in his arms, but he stayed still, shivering a little in the snow. You looked like an angel.

You suddenly remembered the richness of Digg's chocolate skin as you got closer to him standing on the church steps. You remembered how it felt on your lips as you greeted him.

“Hello Daveed.”

“Hello Lindy. How, how are you doing?” 

You thought about it.

“I’m good. Really.” You smiled up at him.

“You look good.”

“Thanks, so do you.” He really, really did.

“So.. where do you want to go?”

“You pointed to the left. We can go down Lenox.”

“Cool.”

You two walked silently for about a block, passing people coming up from the subway and people coming in and out of bars and storefronts.

You kept your head up, watching the snowflakes silhouetted by the streetlights.

Daveed just watched you.

There was a man dressed up as Frosty the Snowman at the corner of Lenox and 120th street. He was singing ‘I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus”, and it was not half bad. He stopped as you approached.

“Take a picture with me. $5. Hey, are you married?”

You and Daveed looked at each other and grinned. Daveed answered him.

“No, man.” He shook his head as you passed him by.

Down the block a donation seeker was ringing sleigh bells in the doorway of a candle shop. It was a beautiful sound. There was only that melody until Daveed broke the reverie.

“You know. It wasn’t what it looked like.”

You turned your head toward him as you indicated turning the corner. You just raised your eyebrow, but didn’t say a word. Daveed deserved to say his peace.

“Look, we met to exchange some things, we talked for a long time, and we just got this good place where we can co-exist on the planet. Apart.”

You had stopped in the middle of the block, and were staring at each other as the snow fell.

“Oh.” Was all you had to say. You didn’t quite know what to do with that information.

“And then, yes, I gave her a hug, but that’s all, but that’s not how TMZ spun it. Lindy, I’ve been in a tailspin this last month without you.’

“I’ve been fine.” You had to tell your truth.

It was his turn to say, “Oh.” His heart.

“I think we needed to take a break because it was getting so intense and I was falling back into the same trap I’d made for myself with Mark.”

You looked him fully in the face.  

“You were going to be all-consuming Daveed. I had to get perspective”

He sighed and said, “I get it.” He looked down the street. 

“Listen, can we move? My nose is getting cold.”

You nodded and kept walking, down that block and then back up toward the church. Daveed knew the walk was coming to an end, but he stayed silent.

When you stopped in the middle of the block again, he turned back toward you, looking at you quizzically.

“This is my place. Do you want to come in and warm up?”

He knew you were moving to Harlem when he was gone, but he didn’t realize where you were.

Daveed’s heart jumped as he looked at you, so small and adorable looking in the snow under your red hat and coat.

“You sure?” 

“We have to do something. My gloves are wet and my hands are freezing!”

You took off your gloves and started rubbing your hands together.

That made Daveed feel some kind of way. He stopped his black fingerless gloves. Then, he stepped forward, took your two hands between his and rubbed slowly.

It was done before he realized he was doing it.

Your eyes widened in surprise. Your lips parted and you tilted your head to the side.

You were so beautiful. Your small hands felt nice and smooth enveloped in his larger ones. He thought about the skin on the rest of your body.

You were taken by surprise by the sweet gesture, and the feel of his strong hands rubbing yours was causing a physical reaction.

All of a sudden, he dropped his hands and stepped back. He took a deep breath. He didn’t want to push his luck.

You sensed his hesitation, and were grateful for it.

“Come on.” You started up the stairs of your brownstone. Daveed followed.

You led him into your living room, and you shook out your hat and coat and offered to take his. You fiddled with the grate on the fireplace and soon, there was a toasty blaze.

You brought him some hot chocolate and curled up next to him by the fire.

You had good conversation; Daveed told you about the elementary school Christmas show he’d helped with, and you gushed with excitement about the firm.

The big speech he had planned about how you two were made for each other didn’t seem so important now. He was fully in the moment, and it was so light.

When he finished his cocoa, he put it down on the coffee table, stood up, and reached for his coat.

You stood up as well.

“Daveed.” He looked at you. “What if I wanted you to stay?”

“I don’t know. I mean should we even…” 

The vibe was so pure, he didn’t want to fuck it up.

“I’m not ready for the night to end yet…” You had to say it. This was happiness, making the choices you wanted to make.

“Tonight made me happy; you make me happy”

Daveed felt the same way.

“Me too.” That beautiful smile “Soooo?”

“So. Stay.”

You put down your mug, took his coat from him and got closer. Daveed’s arms went around your waist and pulled you to him. His lips stole the gasp that escaped from yours.

You were in heaven. The kiss was not totally unexpected but what was unexpected was your reaction.

You moaned and put your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him back to the couch with you. You both got lost in the moment as Daveed pressed the full length of his body against yours.

Daveed he put one of his hands first in your hair, then trailed it down your neck and spine. He hesitated, then went down inside your jeans and felt your ass. He rubbed and kneaded it like he was trying to get it to shine.

Your free hand traveled down Daveed's neck to his chest and the hem of his shirt, going under it and his undershirt immediately. Your hand traced the muscles there.

He pulled up your sweater, causing you to come closer to him as he alternately said each word in your ear punctuated with a kiss.

"I. Just. Want. To. Make. Love. To. You." You were undone as his thumbs were inside your bra teasing your nipples.

"Yes, oh, yes, please."

Daveed smiled as he pulled back and pulled off your sweater to look at you.

Then, he watched as you stood up and took off the rest of your clothes, the firelight shining on your skin. His eyes got big as he took in your breasts, moved down your torso to your pussy. He found he was still a hungry boy.

He stood up and quickly rid himself of his own clothes. He stepped to you and his hands traveled from your shoulders to your breasts down to the warmest spot in the brownstone. 

You threw your head back as his face registered how ready you were for him. You were a slippery wonderland.

He bent his head to your breasts and teased them, whimpering a little bit. He’d been dreaming of this night. Your moans echoed off the living room walls as he simultaneously stimulated you with his fingers while ministering to your nipples.

Suddenly he stopped, removed his fingers and licked them. The look on your face made him stop and stare. You were so fucking beautiful. You reached for him.

He stood there as you clutched his manhood and made him forget to think. You sank down on your knees and started blessing him in your own way, with your lips and tongue. 

All that existed was your mouth and the throbbing. He had to make you stop. He pulled you back to standing.

"W-What's wrong?" You were mad. You wanted to finish your job.

"I just want to make love to you." 

He said it again in your ear as he pushed you back down on the couch. He placed his hands on your knees and ran them down your thighs, opening them wide, fascinated by your cunt in the firelight. 

He traced your pussy lips so slowly, first the outer ones, then his long fingers started exploring you internally.  

It felt so good that you had to close your eyes and arch your back. You keened when you felt his full lips meet your larger ones down there, and fisted your hands in his hair.

His tongue was expert at having you undone within minutes, assisted by those long fingers curling inside you. The way he suckled your clit was everything and the way he looked at you as he was doing it made you come again as you kept eye contact with him. 

 Damn, he was good.

Daveed wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then leaned over to you, letting you taste yourself as he moved his hips in between your legs. 

You opened for him and he entered you oh so smoothly He stopped in order to drive you crazy, or keep control, depending on who you’d ask.

You were connected at the most crucial point when he started to move and went through various positions on the couch, ending up with him pounding you mercilessly from behind as you rested on the back of the divan.

Miraculously, you both came simultaneously, your screams and his moans reverberating around the room.

You collapsed and Daveed gathered you in his arms, the happiest he had been in since he’d left New York last month.  He couldn’t believe that California didn’t make him as happy as you did.   

He grabbed a fleece throw that covered you with it. You both dozed off, exhausted.

And the fire was witness to your love.

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Read the next part:  Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays.

Tonight’s inspiration is the last ep of Insecure.

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Fresh Squeeze Ch. 2:  Daveed Diggs x OFC Reader

Hi! You can call me DJ. :) 

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Ask me anything and I will respond. I will also try my hand at requests.

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC Linden Marshall

Word count: 5 k

Set in 2023, post-pandemic

Warnings: Cursing, Aaangst. Dub-con, Lil bit o’ smut, Oral (f receiving), Drug Use, Co-dependency, Notions of Infidelity, Lots of Plot.

Summary: Linden Marshall is a 3rd year law student at Columbia. Daveed Diggs is still creating magic with his platonic life-partner Rafael Casal and nursing his broken heart post pandemic. Linden’s boyfriend is Mark Monaco, star of the superhero movie series Invincible. They’ve been together for years, and they know everything about each other including her trauma and his addictions. She thinks she’s in love.

What happens when Mark gets a role on Broadway in Rafa & Daveed’s Blindspotting adaptation, Bay Boys, and Daveed & Linden’s worlds collide? 

Teaser, PreviousChapter

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December 2022

Mark was so fucking nervous for this audition.  First of all, it was the first time in a long time that he had to read for a part, secondly, it was a Broadway show.  

He hadn’t been on the stage since the West End 10 years prior.  Mark really needed a hit of something, but he had promised. And he didn’t need to get fucked up today. So he decided to do the next best thing. He’d take a hit of you.

You woke up to Mark pulling your panties down and before you knew it, his head was was propped up on his fist between your legs while he stroked up and down the lips of your core and watching you get wet before his eyes.

“Mark?”  You were still a little confused at what was happening because one minute you were in Contracts class with a duck on your head and the next Mark was playing with your pussy. 

You softly moaned his name again as he slid one finger, then two, inside you and wrapped his lips around your clit. Each suction caused an electric spark to travel up your body and your head to fly back further and further until you felt like you were almost tipping into a headstand.

You reached down with one hand and grabbed his silky brown hair and up with the other, rolling your nipple through the fabric of your black silk nightie.

“F-f-fuck Mark! Yes.”  He added his thumb to the mix circling your clit, but the pressure wasn’t quite enough to get you there.  You were ready to cum, but you knew he was purposely postponing what you wanted.

“I want you to give me one good one, Love.  Can you do that for me?”

Mark went down again and you could only moan while attempting to move your hips, trying to get him even closer. “Stop that.”  Mark commanded you, and moved his arms to pin you to the bed. 

"I want..."

“Behave, naughty girl.”

You bit your lip and got still, Mark's glare silencing you. He moved his hands to pull your folds apart apart while you clenched your core around air, desperate for any stimulation at all. 

"Make sure you remain still, yes?” 

You nodded, willing to do whatever he said at this point.

“Alright then. Where was I? Right. I was counting. One...two..."

Mark re-inserted his fingers slowly. Then he paused and watched as you pulled your breast out and started pulling and plucking it, lust driven.  He was hypnotized for a minute, concentrating on not turning this into an all morning affair.  Mark had time, but not that much time.  He looked down again to what he was doing.

"Three." 

He dipped his head and hummed his approval. You vibrated more than with his voice and he knew you were close. Mark curled his fingers and looked up, still latched on, sucking you off and hitting that spot in the way you adored. He watched you vibrate higher, reaching for your climax.

He didn’t stop until you achieved it, calling his name in that way that he'd imagined and that had created the need within him in the first place. What better high than this?

It had to be only a few moments, but you don’t really know how long it was before you heard him speaking, only fully tuning in at the middle of his sentence.

“….successfully get you to do that but not totally take the edge off by getting my own nut. Thanks, Love.”

He leaned down and gave you a kiss, and a taste of yourself on his lips, then he was up and away to the bathroom to get ready for his audition.

“Break a leg, babe.” You giggled, still euphoric.

Mark was genuinely happy and excited.  See, this could actually be good, you thought to yourself.

He came barreling out of the bathroom and planted another quick kiss on your lips. You could taste the mint of his charcoal toothpaste. You leaned up, running your fingers through your hair, trying to get yourself together.  You smiled seductively at him.

He looked tempted to climb in bed with you.  “I gotta go.” His voice was soft and it looked like he didn’t dare come near you.

You nodded and grinned at him.  “Of course you do! Go. Knock “Em Dead! I believe in you.”

He blew you a kiss, grinned back and bounded out of the house to the car waiting downstairs.

This can be good, you thought, as you continued to recuperate from the whirlwind which was Mark.

New Year's Eve 

You were trying to get your hair to act right, but your curls were on crack. You were pure frustration. In fact, you’d been frustrated for a week and it wasn’t because of your hair.  Mark and his boys were partying day and night with all kinds of randoms over all their houses with every drug imaginable.

You weren’t a Puritan, but you didn't like Mark when he took it too far. He didn't get crazy, or angry. He lost his shine, his energy, his drive to do anything but use. It always drove you to leave. Which drove him to rehab. Which caused him to apologize. Which made you weak and come back.

It had to stop.  

Mark came into the bathroom and leaned against the wall, watching you. He was wearing a Prada sweatsuit, because you were going to Bobby’s house for a 'casual' NYE gathering. That $1400 sweatsuit covered up a million dollar body with a rock hard 8 pack and dick for days. This is good, you thought. You were trying to keep that refrain in your head.

"You look beautiful."

"I know you fucking lying....." 

Mark eyed you warily, noticing that you were on one.  

“I’m not trying to start shit Lindy. I really like your shiny jumper suit thingy.”  He looked you up and down licking his lips.  “My girl is a hottie.”  

You couldn’t help but smile at Mark’s accent and colloquialism. But you refused to get wet for him right now. He was back on his bullshit. 

Your ‘shiny jumper suit thingy’ was a $4000 gold Tom Ford track suit that you bought yourself for Christmas with Mark’s black amex. “Thanks. You bought it.”  

You grinned and gave him a peck and decided not to care so much about your hair. There was no one there you were trying to impress.  Looking back to the mirror you threw your hair up in a messy bun on the top of your head. Fuck it.

Mark smiled back at you shyly, coming up behind you and nuzzled your neck.  "MMmmmmm. You smell good, you look good. You're trying to stay in tonight, aren't you Love?" 

Mark was halfway joking. But you weren’t. 

"As a matter of fact, I am."

Mark stopped.  "You aren't serious?" He stepped back and looked Mirror Lindy in the eye. "It's New Year's Eve, for fucks sake."

"I'm tired of you hanging with your boys and getting blotto.  The coke, the pills, Chris 1 being bitchy and Chris 2 being an asshole.  Jake is always with a different 20 year old model that he practically fucks in front of us and Bobby is the only one I can halfway stand. You’re slip sliding away again."

You turned around and looked Mark directly in the eye. "I’m not having it in 2023. I am doing something for myself in back to law school.  I’m  not going into my 30’s on this roller coaster ride."

Mark looked genuinely hurt. He wrapped you up in his arms. It felt like home. Fuck. You had no strength when it came to him.

"Listen. My Love. It's not going to be like before. Last time when it got so bad, I was exhausted from filming and upset about the flop of Nick Carraway. I'm not spinning out of control like that ever again.” Mark searched your face.  

"The Center was the best place for rehab for me last year. I learned lots of great strategies not to go off the deep end. And besides, I've just been hanging with the boys for 4 days. Love. 4.” 

He held up 4 long fingers, then lowered three to flip you off. You shook your head at him, holding in your laugh.

“Love. It’s not a big deal. I know how to pace myself.” He smiled at you. "I'm just so excited that I got this part.  It’s a game changer.” He desperately wanted you to believe him.

“All of this partying will be done tomorrow, I promise. And then I’ll be boring, because all I’ll ever do is work and sleep and eat you out.” He winked a baby blue at you. “You can’t give up on us.” 

But you didn't look convinced at his salesmanship, so he went on.  

“I am so proud of you, my beautiful, sexy, genius ass Love! And I’m hopeful for what this role will do for my career as well. We are on top, Love. We have to celebrate.”

He turned you back around to the mirror by your shoulders and got out his phone. You cracked a smile. 

“My ass is genius, hunh?”

“Oh, most definitely.  And I will make it feel very smart later tonight. Er, tomorrow morning rather.” His arched eyebrow was adorable. And you squirmed as you thought of the possibilities.

"Now let's take one for the 'gram and go have some fun."

You wanted to believe him this time.  You halfway smiled as Mark snapped a pic and posted it to IG.

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Four hours later, at about 20 minutes to midnight, you came out of Bobby's bathroom to find Mark sitting on the couch, watching rando model number seven give Jake head.  He was just looking as if he were watching paint dry. Everyone else was either using, or passed out. It just felt grimey.

You ‘accidentally’ knocked the girl in the head as you walked by, causing her to bite down. "Muther FUCKER!"  Jake screamed.  "You fucking did that on purpose Lindy!  Fuck!"

You just flipped him off as he ran to the bathroom, obscenities falling from his mouth.

"Mark, we need to talk."  Mark just continued to stare at the space Jake had occupied. You waved your hand in front of his face. Mark looked blankly up at you, just now realizing you were there. He reached for your hand.

"Hey! LOVEEEE! Come sit with me, let's snog..." You pulled away from him.

"You're fucked up Mark. I’m so done with this shit."  

You got your phone out to order an Uber. Because of the New Year's surge, it wouldn't be there for over an hour. “Fuck it, I'll take the subway,” you muttered to yourself. 

Mark's penthouse was miles away from Bobby's Brooklyn brownstone. You got your coat and purse and stormed out of the house, pushing past Bobby and headed to the nearest station. "Hey, dude.  You better go after your girl." Mark looked at him as what he'd said pierced his fog. He shook his head.  "Oh shit, Linden!"

Mark bolted out of the apartment and was able to see your shine from a block away. The cold December air combined with adrenaline immediately sobered him up. He ran to catch up with you and gained on you just as you were headed down the stairs to the C Train.

"Lindy! Lindy! Wait!  I'm sorry!"

"FUCK OFF!" You yelled over your shoulder as you hurried forward.  No one in Brooklyn paid any attention to you.

Mark pushed past the people coming up the stairs and almost caught up to you as you went through the turnstiles. He had to jump because he had no card or cash and he could see that you were getting on a train, managing to squeeze in just as the doors were closing.

You were livid, crying and full of rage. Mark sat down next to you.

"I swear Mark, if you fucking touch me..."

Mark backed off and sat in a seat directly across from you to give you some space. For a little while. 

"I'm sorry Linden. If I could go back in time and give you the New Year's Eve you wanted, I would." He leaned down and tried to look you in the eyes.  “We deserve each other Lindy.  Just let me make you happy.”

You were so exhausted.  Tonight wasn’t the night you were going to turn a new leaf. You looked at Mark as the train rumbled uptown.  The countdown of the other passengers roared in your ears as the tears fell from your eyes.  

It was midnight in New York City.

One Week Later, January 2023

Daveed’s car rolled up in front of Penthouse 45 in Hell’s Kitchen ninety minutes after the party began.  As the producers, writers, composers, and stars of Bay Boys, It was their launch party and they were due an entrance. As the car stopped, he looked up from his phone and prepared to do the walk of fame. 

Diggs stepped out to a good sized crowd, and smiled at the step and repeat. He knew he looked casual, but hella good in his designer ripped sweatshirt and jeans. He was gracious as always and answered reporters questions about everything, even HER (stock answer: they were still great friends). 

He moved along and signed autographs from young Hamilton fans. It still freaked him out that the fans still kept multiplying and getting younger and younger, but he had the Disney movie to thank for that.

Rafa was next to him in the press line, finishing up the step and repeat, rolling up just after Daveed. One of the reporters asked if they would take some pics together. “Of course. I’ll take some pictures with Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome.” Everyone laughed at Rafa’s amiability.  Daveed just smiled his gorgeous smile and they hit the usual classic best bud poses.

They got through the photogs and finally entered the venue.  Daveed felt he could finally breathe. Rafa looked at his friend’s face and saw the strain.

“Relax, D. The hard work paid off.  Jeffrey stepping in last month with financing was what sealed the deal. We can stand up this show in the three months we have, no sweat. We’re golden.”

“Yeah, and up for a tremendous amount of scrutiny.  I don’t want this production to flop.  Some of the cast choices…”

Rafael knew exactly what D was talking about.

“Relax. Give that cat some grace. Remember Utkarsh before he cleaned up? He was insanely talented before that and now, it’s like wow! He'll probably be up for an Oscar for Trumpet. People can change, Diggs.  It will be fine.”

“Ok, I trust you. I don’t know about this dude though.”

“Turn off your brain and turn up tonight. It’s not everyday we get to celebrate the launch of our new BROADWAY MUSICAL!” Rafa spotted one of his former students. He shouted, “HEEEYYYY GIRLLLL!”  and ran over to give her a hug.  

Daveed saw plenty of people he needed to greet, but first he needed a drink. He knew he should feel hyped, but he just felt cold.

He saw you on the way to the bar. Warmth emanated from you, lighting you as if with a spotlight.

Diggs was too much of a pro to be caught slipping, but he clocked you and kept you in the corner of his eye as he smiled and nodded at people. Tommy came up, and Daveed greeted him warmly.  D listened attentively to the latest updates while you just happened to still be in view over Tommy’s shoulder.

Pimp mode: Activated.

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You were perched on a couch in the reserved section, scrolling through your phone, your bag beside you. You glanced up every so often, trying to hide your annoyance. You were pissed at Mark, but you tried to play it off in this room full of people important to his career. You wouldn’t show your ass here tonight, but later, Mark would definitely get a piece of your mind.

Looking up and around the club, you checked for Mark again.  Should have known better than to trust that he would meet you there on time, and in fact you got there a half an hour later than the time he gave you.  

But as you scrolled through instagram and saw that Jake had tagged Mark in his pic in Brooklyn at the same time you arrived at the spot, you knew your boyfriend was bullshitting once again.  You weren’t even surprised as you threw your phone down beside you on the couch, disgusted.

You surveyed the room once more, eyes lighting on Daveed Diggs, who was looking right at you. Butterflies lept into your throat as you held eye contact with him for a good three seconds.  You always thought his smile was so gorgeous, although he looked dead serious right now.  Something made you shiver, but you weren’t cold. 

Daveed headed toward you and you straightened up, trying to play it cool. You hung out with Mark and his famous fuckboi friends.  This wasn’t a big deal. You knotted your fingers in your lap as he got closer. 

When you looked up and he was still coming for you, it was too much. Fuck, this WAS a big deal, and you silently freaked as Daveed stood in front of you, his shoes coming into your line of vision. 

Your gaze moved from Daveed’s custom Jordans to his jeans that fit very well. You grazed your eyes past his crotch, not stopping but definitely taking note, to the belt around his slim hips, and up his sweatshirt to his broad shoulders which were accented by the rips in the material.  The skin there looked so soft and you licked your lips at the thought of how it might feel.

As if he were the sun, you couldn’t look directly at his face, so you focused on his lips.  Damn.  Summoning your law school poker face, you mentally got yourself together, smiled, and looked in his eyes, knowing that he was technically Mark’s boss. You didn’t want to be disrespectful. 

Up close, this girl glows, Daveed mused.

The confident way you checked him out had Daveed shook.  He wasn’t mad though, because he had done the same.  But the way you stayed seated and waited for him to say something hit different. You had to know who he was, but you didn’t fall over herself to get to him.  You sat there as if challenging him to state his intentions. It was so fucking attractive.

“Are you sure you’re in the right place?  You look a little lost.”  The line was lame, but your laugh was worth it.

“Wow.  It’s that obvious hunh?  I’m not lost, but someone I know seems to be.” You shook your head and looked back toward the door.

When you still didn’t move or press to talk to him further, Daveed had to sit down.  Now that you were both seated, he could smell the notes of blackberry and dahlia that was your scent.  He wanted to get closer, but he didn’t want to crowd you.  

“I’m Daveed.”  In his head, he noticed that his voice was lower than normal, he cleared his throat as he extended his hand.

You looked at his hand as if he had offered you a fish. You couldn’t help what came out of your mouth next. 

“Uummmmm? They still shaking hands in the Bay? I thought that died in 2020.”

Daveed laughed so loud that a few people turned to look.

“Valid point, but human touch is so meaningful between friends. And I’m clean.  A faithful partaker of the vaccine. But you know who I am?”

It wasn’t quite a question.

“Um, yes. This is your party isn’t it?” You laughed, a sound he wanted to hear again.  “But I’m not your friend. You don’t even know my name.” 

Your mouth quirked up in a half-smile, then turned down.

Daveed thought the pout was adorable and sexy. You thought that you NEEDED to stop flirting with him. 

Daveed leaned toward you, eyes on your mouth. Your heart raced as he got closer, but you calmed down when you realized he was reaching for his phone which was in his pocket. Oh no, his phone! Your heart raced again. 

Not him about to ask for your number!

Daveed arched his brow as his phone unlocked. You could see that he opened his notes app.

“You’re right. I don’t know your name. I don’t know you at all. But I’m about to start learning all I can.”

Daveed looked down to his phone.  You looked too, mesmerized by the way his hands engulfed it. He looked up in the air for a moment. It gave you a moment to admire his profile.

“Let’s see. I’ll start with the obvious.” He seemed to study you.

“Number 1. Beautiful.”

You blushed and looked back down at your hands, trying to hide your smile. Daveed went on.

“ Number 2. Does not touch strange men.” You chuckled, looked up at him and rolled your eyes.

Daveed winked in response. Your stomach jumped.  What was happening right now? Was he really coming for you?

“Number 3. Charming and full of wit.” He looked over at you again. 

“Wait? Are you witty? Nevermind. Don’t answer that. You might bust my bubble.” 

He was rewarded with an outright laugh. He felt a warmth in his chest.

“Number 4. Doesn’t give it up easily.” 

He looked at your face which was not a smile and quickly deleted that, while hiding his own burgeoning grin. 

“Number 4.  Doesn’t give up her intimate... details... easily.”  

Daveed looked up at your face as you sat perched on the edge of your seat, leaning over and peeking at his document.  Your mouth was open and your eyebrows were raised, expectant. 

He imagined that’s how you might look when you were hungry for his touch. And fuck yeah, he’d succeeded in getting you closer. He smoothly checked your now prominent nipples through your top as he went back to looking at his phone.

You sat back and crossed your arms when you caught him looking because Daveed wasn’t slick. You covered your breasts with your hands on the low for added protection. Your body was a traitor.

Diggs glanced at your arms and allowed himself just a moment to imagine teaching you how to keep your hands and arms exactly where he told you to put them: above your head and out of his way, around his neck, behind your back, holding your ankles by your ears, massaging his... He cleared his throat and shifted, because the thought was making it hard for him.

Daveed wasn’t slick, but you were, just a little.

There was no mistaking what this was now.  You needed to stop this.  But you didn’t want to.

“My name is not an intimate detail.”  It came out a half whisper, because the lump in your throat had wrecked your voice. That gave Daveed the excuse to lean closer as if he couldn’t hear.  

“Sorrywhatdidyousay?”

His, low, gravely drawl that made that all one word was sexy as fuck. And damn, he smelled good.  A combination of cinnamon and musk. Parts of you were quivering that had no business to be right now. And damn. Your back.  What the fuck?

“N-name? You were asking me what my name was.  For your notes.” 

Daveed smirked at your stutter, briefly wondering what he had to do to hear you do that again. Then he shook his head.

“Nah. Actually, I wasn’t” And he closed the app and locked his phone. 

You felt your face fall to the floor as he stood up.  You just played yourself.  But that’s what you got for forgetting about Mark.

“I was about to take you down.” He smiled again. “I mean take down what you wanted to drink.”  Daveed stood there expectantly, waiting for that smile. You did not disappoint him. “I’ll get your name when I get back with our drinks.”

There was nothing else to say but, “Koval and Coke.” You were past caring if Mark was going to show up or not. 

Daveed gave you with his famous grin.  “Be right back.” He turned and tried to be cool as he went to the bar.

You sat there for a couple of minutes staring at Daveed’s back as he retreated to the bar.  What the fuck were you doing? Panic started to set in and you jumped when your phone vibrated. You looked down and grabbed it. 

Hey Love, I’m here. On my way in.

Great. You responded, petty and done for the night. You closed your eyes and tried to get your head in the game.  And blocking out that you had a drink on the way.

“Hey Love!  So glad that you’re here.” Mark plopped down beside you and started to try to grope you. You discreetly evaded his grip and put a smile on your face.  “Get your paws off me. You’ve got to circulate, Mark.  You need this gig! ” You raised your hand for the waiter to signal for a drink.  You ordered two a double whiskeys and gave the waiter a $100 bill.

Mark just stared at you and wiped his nose. You sat and watched as he literally vibrated for a solid minute. You tried to remain calm.

“Darling. Do you notice your new employers, like Mr. Casal over there, the producer who just gave you the chance of a lifetime in his production which is sure to be a hit.” You pointed across the room where Rafa was holding court.  “I know you don’t need the money, but you need this to improve your reputation.”

The waiter was back quickly and you took the drink and handed it to Mark. “To level you out.”  You clinked glasses to make it look like a good time.  “Bottoms up.”  The look on your face pierced his haze and let him know you were not to be fucked with. You sat there on the couch, acting the loving couple while Mark downed two double whiskeys and came down. 

After ten minutes: “I’m good Love.  Thank you for looking out. I love you forever.”  He leaned over and kissed you on the cheek, stood up, and offered you his hand. “Shall we?”

You smiled as if you didn’t want to kick him in the balls.  “We shall.” And you set about helping Mark salvage this night.

----

7 minutes earlier

On his way back from the bar, Daveed almost collided with Mark Monaco who had came in the door not paying attention, his head in his phone.  This was the one casting choice Rafa had to talk him into.

But Mark blew them all away in the audition, so much so that he made them forget that he was from Britain and not the Bay. It sort of made weird sense to cast Mark as Chet, but with the expanded role in the musical, it also made Daveed hella nervous.  

Lots of responsibility for a cokehead. 

“Daveeeeed. What up!”  D smiled at Mark. There was nothing else to do.  

“What’s crackin’, dude? Glad you could make it.”  Mark cracked up laughing at the tardiness joke. “You got a little sum….”  Daveed motioned to Mark’s nose with his thumb as both of his hands were wrapped around drinks.

“Oh shit.”  Mark hastily wiped his nose. “I gotta go get my girl. She’s probably ready to bite my head off, and not in a good way….. You know wha I mean?” Mark slurred and waggled his eyebrows.

“What? There is no good…., nevermind man, go get your girl. Where is she?”

“That beauty right there.” Mark pointed at Daveed’s girl who didn’t know she was his girl yet. You.  Damn.  

Pimp Mode: Deflated.

“Yep. That’s my Love.”

“She seems so very dope.”

Daveed meant the fuck outta that.  Oh well. Hell.

“Don’t let me keep you from her.”  Daveed sighed and raised his glass of bourbon in a salute. 

Daveed nursed his drink as he watched you struggle through life with Mark.  He shook his head and then Rafa appeared at his side like magic.

“Shit!! Where did you come from?” He shook his head and handed Rafa your Koval and Coke.

Rafael was laughing, feeling loose, but nowhere near buzzed. He took a sip of the drink and grimaced.  “Why’d you cut it with cola?”

Daveed reached to take the drink back.

 “I didn’t say I wasn’t going to drink it,” insisted Rafa before he downed the rest of the drink. “I thought you grew out of mixers when you were 25.” 

Daveed was paying Rafael no mind. 

Rafael just shrugged and looked around the room again. “Oh, great! Mark is here.  His girl Linden is fine as always.  Damn.  But she fine fine.” 

Rafa gave the drink to the circulating waitress then turned his head to the side trying to look at your ass as you circulated with Mark.

“Linden hunh? Like the tree?” Daveed asked, attempting to appear uninterested.  “You know her?”  

That comment made Rafa turn and look carefully into Diggs’ face.  He read him like a book and then laughed at what he saw.  

“What? You wanna know her?”  

Daveed met Rafa’s eyes and quickly looked away and the barley-haired man started cracking up.  “Oh shit, Diggs. Was that drink for her?” Rafa pointed at the departed glass, then shook his head. “Ever the Romeo.”

“Haha, with yo’ Mercutio face ass.” Rafa was still rolling. “Calm down. It was going to be one drink.”

“Me calm down? I’m not the one who’s face is on the ground.”

“It’s not that deep. I’m not a homewrecker.”

Rafa doubled over laughing. Daveed flipped him off. He straightened out and got serious.

“But how could you not know who she is, Diggs?  They are all over the socials man. They’re one of the paps’ fave couples.”

“You know I don’t scroll on social media man.  I get in, look at my friends' feeds, 70% of the time, what you tell me to check 90% of the time, post what I need to and get out.”

“I get it.  Escape mind control that way, but you gotta spend more time scrolling on the socials.” Rafa loved rattling D’s cage.  “In this case it would have kept you from getting caught up in an impossible situation.  Suck it up, tuck it in and c’mon.”

Daveed took one last look at you holding Mark down, took Rafa’s advice and began to mingle.

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[ramp-it-up]

So in your Fresh Squeeze AU, does Emmy exist? Like- is she jus there and not attracted to Daveed, or is she there and attracted to Daveed, or is the just not there?

It’s an alternate universe so she’s just not there.

If you’ve read the 1st and 2nd chapters, D has an ex that he shared a house with that will show back up in a future chapter (s).

But IRL I ship them so hard! 😁

Thanks for the ask!