#daveed diggs x original character

[randomcollectionitem]

clipping. - Face

https://www.discogs.com/release/11980126-Clipping-Face

Hey, we finally had a record show up! This is the 2018 vinyl reissue of the 2012 debut EP from beloved industrial rap trio Clipping (they stylize it as "clipping." but it fucks up my formatting mojo so I'm sticking to the capital C for this one). The A side is the original 3 track tape, and the B side is remixes and an acapella. This version was released by Deathbomb Arc, the same label that put out the original EP.

I was a little late to the Clipping party and got on board with them shortly after the release of their semi-self-titled debut album, CLPPNG. CLPPNG dropped right after Death Grips broke up and the hype surrounding Clipping on the internet was mostly /mu/ posters heralding them as The Next Death Grips. I always thought that comparison was questionable. Outside of a vague sense of being in the same genre they don't share a lot of DNA, with Clipping pulling heavily from harsh noise and power electronics in contrast to Death Grips' sample-heavy sound fueled by math rock-adjacent live drums. Regardless, the JENNY DEATH WHEN era hype train brought Clipping in front of a relatively big audience of outsider rap nerds looking for another hit of bizarre sounds, and they brought it in spades. After listening to CLPPNG an embarrassing number of times I worked my way back to midcity (their first mixtape) and Face. Face really stuck with me, so I was thrilled to see it reissued in 2018 and picked it up immediately.

The original EP is a short-but-sweet three song affair that wastes no space and takes no prisoners. The opening track, the eponymous Face, is a blistering assault of lighting fast bars, blasts of noise, and a catchy x-rated chorus. It's followed by Studio Freestyle 01, which serves as a sort of mental breather in the middle of the list (as much of one as Clipping will give you at least), with mid-tempo freestyle verses alternating call-and-response style with bursts of harsh noise. The EP rounds out with Block, my personal favorite track from the project. Block showcases Daveed Diggs' uncanny ability to make even the smallest things seem profound and significant. A song about nothing becomes a song about everything as he paints a picture of a city block on top of a slow-burning beat. There are no characters. There is no action and no narrative. And that's the beauty of it.

The B side is a collection of remixes backed with an acapella of the first track. I'm normally not a huge fan of remixes, but the selection here is a fun listen. The first two are remixes of the title track, with the first turning it into a stompy industrial club tune and the second chopping it into a wall of samples (including a shockingly straight-faced interpolation of Gangnam Style, and a slightly less straight-faced interlude of the intro to Never Gonna Give You Up). This is followed by Clipping's remix of This Song Is A Drug Deal, by LA noise rock drum-and-shout group Foot Village. It chops up the spastic drums from the original song and uses them as a bed for some verses from Daveed. The side closes out with the acapella of Face, not exactly critical listening but I'm glad it's out there for DJs and remix artists to take advantage of.

As previously mentioned, the copy in front of me is the 2018 Deathbomb Arc vinyl issue, the only vinyl issue to date. The 2012 original pressing was only on cassette, and this deluxe reissue was also available on cassette with an expanded tracklist containing additional Face remixes. I opted for the vinyl version because, frankly, I lived through tapes the first time around; they sucked then, they suck now, and part of me withers away every time I have to buy a new one. Regardless, the vinyl edition is simple but well-presented. The album art still looks good when blown up to 12"x12", and they did a nice job typesetting the back cover. It includes a download code for the download-inclined, and opts for a polybag rather than a paper inner (I breathe a sigh of relief every time I open a new record and don't need to immediately resleeve the LP, records are too damn expensive now for these labels to cheap out with the crappy paper inners that shed everywhere and scuff your new record up). The pressing is fairly shallow, but my copy plays well with little to no surface noise. The sound is a bit dull, but it's not exactly a hi-fi recording in the first place so I'm not going to complain. No inserts or liner notes on this one, but an EP doesn't really need all that anyways. Overall I think they've done a nice job with the reissue.

I think the beauty of Face is that it paints a fairly complete picture of Clipping in only 3 tracks. You have the high energy sonic assaults, you have the artsy contemplation, and you have the fearless harsh noise and power electronics interludes. While it's not their most essential work, if you want a short elevator pitch for why you should care about Clipping, this is it. A great start to a legendary career. Rest assured, if I keep doing this long enough we'll see plenty of other Clipping releases in the future, so strap in for some more noise rap greatness down the road. In the meantime, may your music stay pleasantly abrasive and may your preferred genitals be in your face.

#album review #discogs #random collection item #face #clipping. #industrial hip hop #noise rap #vinyl #LP #deathbomb arc #clipping #now spinning

[sillyteecup]

Phakade

Daveed Diggs x South!African!Black!O.C

Set after City Lights.

Warnings:

A depiction of what I go through on a monthly

Poorly written but meh...I like it🙃

Pregnancy scare?

Time skip.

A.N: "Ngifunukaba nawe namhlanje, kuze kube ingunaphakade," means I wanna be with you now and forever. Happy Valentines Day❤️

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10 minutes. That's how long Daveed had spent holding up Mawande's hair as she threw up, muttering the sentence "I swear to God, if I'm pregnant, ndizokubulala ngezandla zam (I will kill you with my bare hands)," every now and again. She didn't mean it one bit, hell she couldn't even kill a cockroach let alone her boyfriend but the mere thought that she could be pregnant scared her. She wasn't ready.

"Relax baby, you're still on IUD," Daveed reminded her softly. She held onto the toilet seat for support so she could glare at him. "You're on your period honey," he chuckled light heartedly. Before Mawande could say anything else, whatever she had left in her stomach came running up, throwing her head right back down. Finally she finished vomitting, and she could think straight.

Aunt Flo always brought with her the worst mood swings and horrible cramps and the copious amounts of vomit. It a made the ever so sweet Mawande a nightmare to be aroun for a good 3 days. It was as if every time someone said something or did something shitty she had stored it all away and waited for her period to unleash her absolute fury. And Daveed being the only one around her during this time, got the worst of it. She hated how she treated him so she'd always make up for her crappy behaviour the moment it was all over.

"But it's Valentines Dayyyy," she sobbed. Cue the mood swings. "I knoooww," Daveed mocked. She flipped him off and smacked him on his shoulder. "I'm sorry," he chuckled. She glared at him. "Yintoni ehlekisayo nge simo sam? (What's so funny about my situation?)" Daveed grabbed the damp towel from the sink and used it to wipe her mouth. "Nothing's funny, you just look really adorable like this," he shrugged. She frowned. "My face, is covered in vomit," she deadpanned. "Was," he corrected her as he finished wiping. "The water's hot so you can take shower; I will give you some privacy," Daveed said as he slowly backed out of the bathroom and away from Mawande's glare. She shook her head and chuckled lightly before getting undressed and stepping into the shower.

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Mawande felt better. She was clean, she was comfortable and she was hungry. The mouth watering aroma in the kitchen wasn't helping her case. She walked into the kitchen to find her goofball boyfriend dancing and frying eggs. She sat down and watched in amusement. He wasn't really that bad. "The person who told you that you can dance belongs in prison," she commented. He jumped at the sound of her voice and shot her a playful glare. "I see you're feeling better," he snarked. She smirked. "Enjoy it while it lasts." He grinned. "Well seeing as Aunt Flo ruined our plans, I'll have to improvise." "Plans?" Mawande asked with a raised eyebrow. "Yep, we were gonna out, but seeing that you're unfit for society, we're going to have to stay in." She chuckled at his little jab at her mood swings. "Well then what do you have in mind?" "Well we could just order in and watch anything you wanna watch all day," he suggested. "What about you? Why don't we watch what you want?" "I value my safety and self esteem," he said. Mawande rolled her eyes.

"Breakfast?" he asked as he presented her with possibly the best breakfast ever known to man. "I love you, you know that?"

"I'll hold on to those words while you chew me out today," he chuckled.

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And that was how they spent the rest of the day. The cramps caught up with her during their binge of Bridgerton which saw Daveed having to run out to a nearby store because they had run out of painkillers. While at the store, he made sure to get her some snacks. He returned to their apartment in less than 20 minutes. She took the painkillers and was fine. She never vomitted again that day and hardly yelled at Daveed. In fact, this was the best she had ever been on her period.

Finally the sun was setting and the couple were on the spacious balcony watching the LA sunset. A soft piano began to fill the air, accompanied by a soft hum.

It was time.

Daveed got up and held his hand out to Mawande. "Dance with me." She smiled and accepted, getting up and pulling him closer toward her. "Wena uyintokozo yami. Uyisipho esihle empilweni yam (You're my delight. You're a wonderful gift to my life)," Mawande sang as they moved in sync. The couple sang and danced to the song, with Daveed even spinning Mawande.

However by the time she turned to face him again, he was on his right knee, with a velvet box in his hand that was home to a very expensive looking diamond ring. Mawande's eyes began to well up, as did Daveed's. There they were in sweats and t-shirts, hair in messy buns. This could've easily been the most unromantic setting but Daveed didn't care didn't care. He just needed Mawande and the ring. The sunset and the music were bonuses for him.

"Ngifunukuba nawe namhlanje, kuze kube ingunaphakade."

@ramp-it-up

#Valentines Day special #daveed diggs #daveed diggs x reader #daveed diggs x original character #daveed diggs fanfiction #city lights

[elocinnicole]

Butterflies – Part Three

Pairing: Collin Hoskins x Black!Reader

Rating: M for Language and Death

Tagging: @ohsoverykeri

Part One Part Two Part Three

You spent most of the day in your room not wanting to be around Collin. This isn’t the first time you and Collin got into a fight. The last time you could recall, was when he first went to jail and he was complaining about his mom not coming to see him.

A Year Ago

You played with your fingers waiting to see Collin, he’s been locked up for almost a month and the people who came to see him regularly were Miles and yourself. Of course, Val didn’t come but the past couple of times you came to see Collin you would ask his Mom to come along. At first, she would agree but then when it came to the day of she would cancel.

“You got one hour.” You heard the gruff voice of the CO. Collin was escorted to your table, you offered him a small smile which he returned, having been his friend for almost twenty years you knew something was troubling him.

“How you been, Y/N?” Collin pulled you in for a hug, you smiled into the embrace, Even though you saw him last week, it was hard visiting your friend in prison.

“I’ve been good, Collin.”

“That’s enough!” A booming voice barked, Collin rolled eyes and the two of you pulled away. Collin saw the bags of chips on the table and his eyes lit up

“You got some for little old me?” He teased

“Shut up, I only did it because your Mom asked me to.”

“You talked to my Mom?” He asked, you looked at him with sad eyes. The last time you came to visit him, Ms. Nancy had told Collin that she would come to visit with you

“Yeah, uh I know she said she was gonna come with me today, but she wasn’t feeling good this morning…” Collin slowly nodded his head

“Collin—”

“Y/N, I don’t know how she can’t come and see me. I’m her son, Y/N! I’ve been in here for a month and she still hasn’t come to see me. Don’t she miss me?” Collin asked his voice growing loud

“Of course she does, she said she misses you all the time.

“Oh yeah?”

“She said it’s too hard for her.”

“It’s too hard for her?!”

“Hey! Keep it down Hoskins!”

“How do you think I feel? I’m the one that’s locked up!” Collin asked in a loud whisper

“Yeah, over some dumb shit.”

“Oh really? So you been talkin’ to Val?”

“Collin, don’t go there!” You were hoping that this would be a good visit but as time went on you were getting increasingly irritated with your friend.

“How do you think I feel when my Mom won’t come to see me?”

“How do you think she feels? Who do you think called her when you got your ass arrested? Did you know she put a second mortgage on the house to try and bail you out? When I told her that you got arrested the first thing she asked me was did they shoot you? Collin every time I see her or call her on the phone, she cries, the entire time, for you. So, before you get mad think about why she may not want to see her son in handcuffs.”

“Alright, visiting time’s over.” Collin’s CO said and before you knew it they were escorting Collin away from you…again.

You were finishing up a wig for a client when your phone ringed and you saw a text message from Trevon,

You went back to your wig when another text came through, this time from Janelle

The sound of your door creaking open made you look up, you saw Collin slowly entering your room holding a plate of nachos. You tried hard not to smile, nachos were your favorite food to eat. You and Colin would eat them all the time when you were in high school. “Figured you were hungry,” Collin said sitting on the edge of your bed.

“I am, thanks.” You said grabbing the plate of nachos and placing them on your nightstand and joining Collin on your bed. As much as you wanted to discuss your argument from earlier there was an even bigger elephant in the room.

“We need to talk, Collin,” You started

“I’m sorry for not asking about Val, that shit’s foul and it’s your place—”

“I don’t wanna talk about that.” Collin frowned in confusion

“We got gotta talk about the other night, because you can’t be getting mad at me when I go out on a date but I have to ‘understand’ your booty calls with Val.”

“They not booty calls,”

“Oh so what are they?”

“I’m trying to work things out with Val trying to see if we have something,” you rolled your eyes and sighed heavily

“Why do you act like you owe her something?”

“Because I do!”

“Collin, when was the last time you heard from Val other than her wanting some dick?” Collin turned his face away

“Exactly!”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“You bringing all types of niggas in here!”

“First of all, no the fuck I don’t, two, it’s my house. If I wanna bring a nigga all up and through my house I can do that. Besides, it’s not niggas, I’m actually talking to someone and he’s been here once, try again.”

“I’m doing the same thing!”

“No, you’re not, you getting your dick wet just because some bitch says ‘jump’.”

“Don’t be like that Y/N, we didn’t really end things. I just want to see if there’s anything still there.”

“How many times, does Val have to tell you she don’t wanna be with you? Did she come visit you, put money on your books, did she even call your ass?”

“You don’t gotta give me a history lesson, I know all that shit,”

“Did you know she was gonna let your ass rot in that jail cell? She didn’t even want to attempt bail you out.”

“Y/N—”

“Collin, she’s not good for you. I just don’t want to see you hurt again.”

“What makes you think she not good for me?” You were done talking in circles with Collin, at this point, all you wanted to do was be alone.

“You know what Collin, Imma drop it because you gonna do whatever the fuck—-”

“Nah, air out, tell me why you think Val’s not good for me,”

“I’m not about to do this with you, Collin.”

“Y/N, as my friend, shit, one of my best friends, you gotta air out,”

“Janelle sent me a text—” Your phone ringing interrupted you, you almost ignored it but you saw that it was your Mom calling.

“We’re not done with this conversation,” You said before answering your phone.

“Hey, Mom—wait, wait, slow down. What’s going on?” Collin saw your face drop and instantly grew worried

“Okay, okay I’m on my way.” You ended the call, still trying to process the conversation you just had.

“What’s going on?”

“Um, I gotta get to the hospital, my dad just had a heart attack.”

You stared out the window while Collin drove the two of you to your parents house. By the time you got the hospital your mom told you that your dad was gone. Various memories of you and your Dad flashed through your mind. From learning how to ride a bike to when you graduated from cosmetology school and how your Dad treated it like it was a college graduation. That was your Dad though, he went above and beyond for every event for you and you brother no matter how small it was. Being the oldest, you were always a Daddy’s girl. Life without your Dad never really ran across your mind, of course you knew that he wouldn’t be here forever but you didn’t think that time would be now.

You laid on the twin size bed in your old teenage room, staring at the ceiling your eyes focused on the Nelly poster. If you looked at anything else in your room you would’ve broke. You’ve been doing a great job, so far, at managing your emotions, you didn’t have time to fall apart. You have to be there for your Mom, your brother, and your nephews. The bed sunk letting you know that Collin had got in the bed with you. You insisted that he sleep in your brother’s room. Even though it was still the same size bed in his room as well, you know that he would have more space rather than sharing with you. Collin could sense you were barely hanging on, he turned his body toward you, waiting for you to look at him.

“Y/N,” You ignored him, “Y/N, look at me.”

“Collin, I’m fine. We have to get some rest, we gotta get my brother and his kids from the airport early tomorrow.”

“Y/N, can you look at me? Please,”

“Collin, I’m fine. Goodnight.” You turned off the lamp and rolled to your side, hoping Collin would drop it.

The next day Collin, tried to get you to slow down but if you sensed he was trying to talk to you about your Dad you would change the subject or busy yourself with something else. Your mom made a Instagram post so you were getting calls and text messages all day, it was becoming over whelming. Luckily for you, Collin had to work that evening so you didn’t have to deal with him following your every move making sure you were okay. Your brother, Cameron, and you were now attempting to draft your Dad’s obituary.

“I don’t know why we can’t put that in there.” Cameron mumbled under his breath.

“Because, it’s not important! He only spent one semester there,”

“And? That’s where he met Mom!”

“Cam, we only have one page for this obituary, it’s not an autobiography. We can say when they met and got married, period!”

“So you just gonna cut out an important part of Dad’s life?”

“Cam, I’m not—you know what, I can’t do this. Ever since I picked you up from the airport, you’ve been fighting me with every decision. I’m going back to my place,” You huffed quickly getting your bags together.

“So you just gonna leave?”

“Yes, the hell I am.” You left your childhood home, slamming the door shut, once you were halfway down the block you realized that, you didn’t have your car. You let Collin drive it to work. The walk to your place wasn’t long but it was late, your pride hindered you from walking back to your Mom’s and facing your brother again,

“Damnit,” You pulled out your phone and called the first person you could think of. “Hey, can you give me a ride?”

“Thanks, Miles, for picking me up. I know you and Ash are busy with Shauna—”

“You fam, it’s no problem and I’m sorry about your Dad, he was like the only guy I looked up to.”

“Thanks, Miles. You remember that time he caught you skipping school?” Miles chuckled at the memory

“Yeah, I ain’t know he was following me and shit. He hopped out the car like he the muh fuckin police. Then he had my ass running back home while he drove behind me.” You laughed while Miles reminisced until he got a text from Ashely.

“Miles, go home before Ashley beats your ass.”

“Well, shit I’m waitin’ on your ass to get out my car.” You jokingly shoved your friend before getting out

“Bye, Miles!”

“Ay, when you gonna come braid my hair like Ash’s?”

“Bye, Miles!” You shook your head as Miles sped off. Once you got inside you realized that you hadn’t eaten all day. You honestly didn’t feel like cooking so decided to order something from UberEats. Nothing looked appetizing to you so you decided against it. Sitting on your sofa, glass of wine in hand, you finally had time to yourself, no one asking how you were feeling, no one calling to offer condolences, family members and friends you haven’t heard from in years were reaching out, it was too much. Finally having a moment to yourself, you felt the tears coming

“Y/N?” Collin called out, you quickly wiped your tears, not wanting him to see you cry.

“In the living room.” You called out, Collin walked with takeout boxes in hand.

“Figured you’d be hungry,” you gave him a small smile in return.

“Thanks, Collin, but I’m not hungry.”

“You need to eat something—“

“I told you I’m fine, I’ve been telling everyone I’m fine all day! Damn!” You snapped

“Aight, I was just checking on you!”

“I don’t neeed anyone to check on me, I only want one person to check on me and he’s not here!” For the first time today, you finally cried. Collin sat eside you and pulled you close to him

“No amount of food, texts, or phone calls can bring him back.” You cried into Collin’s chest as he held you. You pulled away and Collin cradled your face in his hands, you leaned into the embrace. He gently grabbed your chin and before you knew it, you were kissing Collin. You were the first to pull away and Collin frowned

“What about you and Val—”

“Fuck Val,” Collin said pulling you in for another kiss.

Please let me know, if you would like to be tagged in this series.

#Blindspotting Imagine #Blindspotting #Collin Hoskins x Black!Reader #Collin Hoskins #Daveed Diggs x Black!Reader #Daveed Diggs #Miles Turner #Ashley Rose #Janelle Hoskins #Val #Jasmine Cephas Jones #Rafael Casal #Candace Nicholas-Lippman #Original Characters

[summerofsnowflakes]

Heaven

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader 

Word Count: 3.3K 

Warnings: Alcohol, Swearing Smut! Dom/Sub relationship, Dom Rafa! 

A/N: So this really did start out as a cute little fluffy fic and then the smut took over and it got really really dirty! Also, I know this is a little ahead of Valentine’s day but I have a Daveed one shot coming out this week and I’m hoping this will soften the blow. Lol I feel a bit evil being that elusive but oh well!  Enjoy!

It’s hard to recall who brought it up tonight, The conversation of exes was always discussed for a short time during a night in with Y/n’s friends, but this time it was different. It was a dateless Valentines day for her and her close friends and they decided to stay in together. But love was in the air and it dominated their evening. They had managed to turn the talk of past relationships and flings into one hell of a drinking game. They had reminisced on long nights spent wrapped up in other people, the good, the great and the downright awful.  Everyone’s hit list came under fire, Y/n's included, but there was one that was yet to be targeted.

One of her very drunk friends brought his name into the game. She knew it was coming and smiled devilishly as his name entered the arena. “Okay Y/n, what about Rafael? You never speak about him and after all this time I need more detail than ‘it just didn’t work out.’” She imitated you chuckling drunkenly.

“There’s not much to tell.” Y/n tried to fight the smile she welcomed seconds ago. Determined  to hide her happiness as she relived the memories of their relationship. A unanimous cheer of bullshit flew at her from all directions and she knew the time had come to let them into the world she kept locked up tightly. It wasn’t that she had tried to hide it, but she liked that by keeping to herself then it stayed purely between them, no one could ruin it if they were none the wiser.

“Well I’m not lying, it didn’t end badly. It just came to a natural end.” She felt the room darken, the spotlight hit her face and her friends closed in on her, ready to hear this long awaited tale of these two past lovers. “It was incredible when we were together and it’s something I’ll always treasure. Better to have loved and lost and all that crap, right?”

“You sidestepping the juicy stuff, why did it end really?”

Y/n searched for the right words, it felt so unfamiliar to explain this. “It was just a case of the right person, wrong time. We were both still immature and wanted to be selfish. Not long after we got together, he began getting more famous and I was finishing up at grad school. We weren’t willing to make time for one another and were being pulled in different directions, so we called it a day. No bitterness, no anger. Just a mutual decision before someone ended up getting hurt.” She confirmed.

“Would you go back?” The fourth member of the group asked.

“Well… Never say never but only if it was the right time for both of us.” She tiptoed around the answer. She knew she wouldn’t hesitate going back down Rafa’s road, reminiscing by herself was one thing but it didn’t come close to the real thing. But her friends didn’t need to know that, they’d had enough truth for one night. “I can't imagine talking about any of my ex’s like that. I’ve only dated arseholes.” They all agreed.

That seemed to satisfy their craving for the time being and they moved on to another ex, but not before Y/n was handed a shot of tequila to down for telling her story. The night continued on in the same fashion, sharing stories and drinking copious amounts of alcohol. For Y/n, that conversation about Rafa had changed everything. She still played her part, as though it was water off a duck’s back; but, she could feel the droplets of their memories seeping through her armour attaching themselves to her nerves.

No one understood the effect Rafael had on her, she stored her memories of him in a box to protect herself. He was a drug and she had been heavily addicted to him. Losing him didn’t hurt mentally, she was prepared that he might not be hers forever; but physically, she’d always be in recovery. She hadn’t noticed the evening slipped away from her, it was a blur of shapes and colours as her mind travelled elsewhere. By the time she was tucked up in bed, her head was swimming from the spirits and the echoes of the past, she knew that sleep was still so far off tonight. Alone and without the distraction of her friends she was drawn in by the siren once again, she could feel the soft touches, hear the belly rumbling laugh, see the charming smile.

For the second time that evening she blacked out and lost herself in her thoughts, it was already too late by the time she recovered. He picked up after two rings, she felt the air leave her lungs. “Y/n? Is that you? Is everything okay?” His voice chimed through the speaker of the phone. She could hear the worry in his voice and instantly regretted her actions. There was no good reason for her to be calling after all this time.

“Everything’s fine Rafa.” Her voice caught in your throat, barely managing a whisper.  

“Okay…”

“Sorry I know this is totally out of the blue. I didn’t even mean to call you. I just-” Y/n’s words slurred at the end of her unfinished sentence. The image of her became clearer to Rafa on the other end of the phone. He had been in this exact position many times since they split. Drunk, lonely and missing the person who gave you the most, the only difference was he was too cowardly to press the call button. They had both imagined this scenario a million and one times before but now the moment had arrived they were both lost for words.

“So, you need something?” He inquired hopefully.  Y/n tried to collect her drunken thoughts and attempted to string them into a coherent sentence. “We were good together huh?” It wasn’t clear whether it was a question or a general statement to him and she wasn’t sure herself.

“We were great together, but we were leading different lives at the time.”

“Hmmm. I’m sorry, my friends asked about you tonight and I just couldn’t get you off my mind. I’ll leave you to it.” She mumbled ashamedly.

“No wait-”

“Yeah?”

“I’m in town for the weekend, I wasn’t going to reach out because you know it’s been a while.” Rafa went quiet, it was an awkward moment of static air and two years of distance between them. He didn’t need to say it, but ‘a while’ was an understatement. He pulled himself out of the past, continuing, “I’m in the studio with Diggs right now but I could stop by when I’m done? We can catch up?”

She silently weighed up the options, it was already really late and she wasn’t sure she could stay awake that long; however, she knew she couldn’t pass up this opportunity. They may never get this chance again. “Bring some wine with you.”

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It was gone two in the morning when Rafa appeared at her door, with a soft knock and two bottles of wine. They both felt it, it was a strange sense of homecoming and safety, but it was too foreign to recognise after so long apart. They talked well into the early hours of Saturday morning, catching one another up on their lives and the lives of their loved ones. It seemed they had both ticked the large goals off of their very long checklists.

By the end of the second bottle the sun peeked through the dusky early morning clouds, the night time would soon be forgotten. They have exhausted all topics, purposely sidestepping the topic of their relationship; although, it was at the forefront of both of their minds. Rafa couldn’t stop his mind wandering and in his inebriated state he decided to take the leap of faith and turn the conversation back to old times.  

“I can’t believe I'm actually back here, you haven’t changed much since I was here last.” He observed. “There’s a lot of memories of us in this place.” They both smiled at one another silently reminiscing. He was testing the waters and seeing your smile prompted him to push further. “Being back here reminds me of how good you were as a sub for me. Never come close to replicating what we had.” Y/n turned her head to stare at him, her throat ran dry. Shocked by his honesty but unsurprised, he always was big on praise when it was well deserved. She fought the smile that appeared on her face but was overcome with pride. She felt herself being transported back back to the beginning when she was naive to the real world. A sinless twenty-something year old that handed herself to the dominant man that sat opposite her now, ready for ruin.

“Oh really?” She inquired sweetly and he nodded no longer staring at her face, instead his eyes raked down her body hungrily before returning to her face.

“There’s no one else quite like you.” He uttered darkly, checking for signs he had gone too far, that she wanted him to stop. There were none, Y/n’s face gave her away completely and Rafael could still read her like his favourite book. She was silently crying out to him, asking for permission to be ravished all over again. She had left this world behind her with the end of their relationship two years ago. It didn’t feel right exploring this with anyone else, this was reserved for Rafa only. It seemed right to her as he opened her up to this in the first place.

He wore a knowing smirk and inched closer to her, taking her by surprise as he grabbed her by the neck roughly and tightened his grip. She was held and getting minimal oxygen to her brain and she loved it. He pulled her face to his, crashing their lips together. They moved in sync with one another, exploring the familiarity of this and revelling in it. Rafa pulled back, still grasping her neck and littered her skin with rough, needy kisses. “Bedroom. Now.” He whispered against her skin in between kisses.

He pushed her roughly down onto the mattress and she stared up in lustful fear meeting his dark gaze, the anticipation drenched the room, it coursed through Y/n’s veins. “You still remember our safe word Princess?” He questioned expectantly. She let out a shaky breath, elated to hear her favourite pet name and mistakenly she nodded, wordlessly. He dropped down to her level, never breaking their eye contact. “Since when did you stop using verbal responses?” He shook his head disappointed. “Are you really going to kick this off with a punishment Y/n?”

“No sir.”

He nodded, standing back up. He towered over her smaller frame, pulling his belt free from his jeans and slapped it loudly against his hand. The sound vibrated through her body and her knees felt weak. “I’m going to give you a chance to rectify this. Do you remember our safe word?”

“Cherries, sir.” She responded without hesitation this time. He hovered over her and took her face firmly in his hand. “Now that’s my good girl. You still keep your vibrator in the draw?” He smirked down at her.

She gulped loudly and began to nod before finding her voice and avoiding her punishment. “Yep top draw.”  

He retrieved it, handing it to her wordlessly. “I want you to strip down and show me how good you make yourself feel with it.” He commanded, taking a seat in the chair opposite the bed. “I’m waiting.” She didn’t need to be told again and slowly removed her shorts and oversized night shirt, not breaking eye contact with him as she exposed herself to him. As she reached round to remove her lacey red bra he held his hand out to her. “Stop for a second and come here. I need to admire that body up close before I turn you into a withering mess.”

She stood in front of him in just her underwear, bare but not exposed. She felt safe with him and a familiar burning ache rested between her thighs. She straddled her legs either side one of his, just in case he wanted that access to her. He reached behind her back and undid her bra and it slipped off her chest. He left soft kisses along the valley of her breasts, before slowly taking each of her nipples in his mouth. He lightly grazed his teeth along each nipple and Y/n sighed softly in response.  The soft moment was fleeting and he turned her around swiftly and sent a hard slap against her ass. He bent her forward, slowly pulled down her thong to reveal her dripping wetness. He muttered to himself quietly about his view and felt his jeans become tighter. He reached forward and ghosted his long index finger along her slit, he threatened to enter her there and give her some relief but Y/n messed up and pushed herself back towards his hand, desperate for more. He pulled back and pulled her back up roughly into a sitting position onto his lap, she could feel how excited he was and felt herself leaking onto his jeans. He ran his hand up to her neck and squeezed as he had earlier. “Now go and fuck yourself on that toy for me.”

She laid down on the bed, positioned in the middle, directly in front of her and spread her legs wide enough so that he had a full view of her. “What setting do you want, Sir?” She asked sweetly.

“Let’s start off easy and build up to the intense setting that I know you love.” She did as she was told and rubbed the vibrator along her slit just as he had done with his finger. She quickly let it rest against her clit and cried out at the direct contact on her most sensitive area. Rafa wasn’t satisfied. “Turn it up.”

“Yes sir.” She cried out blissfully following her orders. She lifted her hips up to grind into the vibrator more creating more friction for herself. Rafa undid his jeans and stroked himself as he watched her relentlessly grind into her toy.  “Tell me who this is for Princess.”

“You sir.” She whimpered in response.

“Good girl, now turn it up to the highest setting and ride it like it’s my dick.” She whined in response as she was instructed once again. She held the vibrator in place and climbed on top of it. Rafa swore at the site of her bouncing up and down quickly, watching as her breast bounced along with her rhythm. He could see how close she was, the pleasure written on her face.  

“Can I cum please?” She cried out again, not forgetting her manners or their rules.

“Yes.” The sight of her undoing in such a vulnerable position and undeniably Rafa felt his cock twitch in pants. He watched on as she writhed in pleasure silently whispering a litter of curses in the aftermath of her ecstasy and finally collapsed down on the bed.

Rafa wasted no time undressing himself and crawled onto the bed. He littered her entire body with praiseful kisses as he made his way up to her face. “You did so good Princess, you did me proud. But, I’m not done with you yet, I need to know whether you think you can continue?” His harsh and unrelenting demeanor dropped long enough to check in with her. This had always happened and Y/n knew it was the reason she enjoyed this so much. It was always safe, even when it wasn’t supposed to be.

“Yes sir, anything for you.”

“Good. Now turnover. Hands behind your back, Ass in the air.” He commanded and disappeared from the bed. Y/n wasted no time getting into position for him. Her legs shook under her weight, still recovering from her first orgasm. The cool leather of his belt came into contact with her back and Rafa tied the belt tightly around her wrists to restrain her. “What a beautiful sight this is. You’ve been so well behaved. I expected nothing but misbehaving after such a long time.” Although he was talking to her, she knew that she wasn’t supposed to answer. He leant himself on top of her and she could feel his hard dick sliding along her folds. She let out a loud whine and Rafa caught her by the throat again. “Uh uh. I don’t want to hear a sound out of you. One noise and this all ends. Nod if you understand me Princess.”

She nodded silently and he pulled back, lining himself up with her entrance. He slid inside her slowly, sighing loudly. “Fuck Princess, I forgot how good you felt around me.” He stilled inside of her enjoying how tight she felt around him, but Y/n got impatient and dared to move her hips forward and back faintly. Rafa laughed loudly and held her hips in place. “Someone’s eager huh?” He asked rhetorically and slammed back inside of her mercilessly and Y/n did everything to hold back her moans. She stuffed her face into the mattress and bit down onto her duvet cover to stop herself calling out in pleasure. He set a slow but brutal pace and each time he rammed back into her, he went harder, rougher. He tried with great difficulty to test her, to push her to the brink and make her call out his name. He wanted her to make any noise so he could punish her, but she was strong willed and wasn’t going to give in to his antagonising.  

He picked up his pace, grinding his hips into her with each thrust and took hold of her wrist restraints, using them to pull her body up to his. “I bet you’re dying to let all your neighbours know I’m back. Go on Princess, I dare you make a sound for me.” He whispered in her ear, he was taunting her expertly but she wouldn’t give in. She kept her moans utterly silent. “Fine. If you’re not going to play along with me.” He forced her body back down against the mattress and held her head to the side, with her face now exposed she fought even harder to stop the screams of pleasure that threatened to come out any second. Rafa felt her tightening around him and fastened his speed again, pushing her over the edge. Her tied up and held down body thrashed in pleasure and her second intense orgasm washed over her. The feeling of her cumming on him triggered his own release and he spilled his seed deep into her pussy. “Fuck Princess.” He groaned loudly as he rode out his high.

Removing the restraints from her wrists, they both collapsed down onto the bed. It was as though no time had passed between them, it was just like old times. Rafa reached over to her and caressed her hand gently. “You all okay Y/n?” he asked sweetly. She didn’t trust her voice yet and simply nodded sending a happy smile in her direction. “I can’t believe that just happened.” Rafa let out a faint laugh in disbelief and Y/n chuckled with him.

“I’m happy it did.”

“Me too. I’m so thankful for your drunken call.” He sent her a lopsided smile.

The reality of the evening dawned on Y/n all too quickly for her liking and the wave of uncertainty hit her harder than expected. “So now what?”

“Well, I’m staying with Digg’s this weekend, but I’m moving home in three weeks. We would be in the same place again.” He replied quietly, studying her face for an answer to the unasked question. He softly played with her finger tips.

“Really?” He nodded in response. “Good to know.”

“Stop playing it cool! Do you want to give this another go? I think it could be really great, we’re older, less selfish and after that I have no doubt you feel the same as I do.” He reasoned.

She smiled coyly. “I want to give this a go.” She leant over to him and kissed his lips carefully. “Happy Valentine’s Day Rafa.”

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[saturnville]

home!

CHAPTER XIII.

Her lips quivered as she huffed and hiccuped aggressively. Her feet moved rapidly across the marble floors of the hospital as she rushed to the automatic doors. Her palm covered her mouth as she was afraid that if she dropped it, the people around her would hear her cries.

She sniffled and wiped her eyes with the back of her left hand. She felt so embarrassed, so ashamed, over a situation she had no control control over.

While she was getting her blood drawn by her doctor, it seemed that her body lost control over itself. Her eyes rolled back and began to flicker like an old light bums. Her body shook like she was standing on the icy glaciers in Antarctica with no coverings. Her heart rate increased so high that it almost seemed it would pump out of her chest.

It was a seizure, they told her. It lasted only two minutes, but her primary doctor, along with two other doctors from the neurology unit felt that it seemed so much longer.

They informed her that it could possibly be a case of epilepsy. The look upon her face was horrid. She looked frightened in the beginning, because she came to the realization that she could lose control of her body at any place, at any time. Then, it morphed into a frown, and she couldn’t look into the eyes of any one in the room. She was embarrassed.

Now, she refuses sorrowfully down the street to the apartment she shared with Katya and Adya. For once, she was glad that they weren’t there when she pushed the door open and saw their boots weren’t by the door as they usually were.

Sarai kicked off her shoes and placed them on the designated boot tray by the front door and locked the door behind her.

She sauntered today her bedroom and immediately stripped out of her clothes and into more comfortable clothing. After she finished changing, she crawled into her bed and laid on top of her covers.

As she laid against her comforter, she felt her body slow down and her eyes flutter closed. She fell into a slumber.

-

Two hours had passed when she woke up. She could’ve slept throughout the rest of the day and well into the next day if the buzzing of her phone hadn’t caught her attention.

Sarai turned her head against the pillow a few times then extended her hand towards her nightstand. She swiped the device off the surface.

She unlocked it and read the text message she’d received.

Adrian

— How’s 7?

A pout formed upon her lips. She was so into her emotions from earlier that she had forgotten about the dinner. If she was being honest with herself, she didn’t feel like rushing to put herself together within two hours. She wasn’t in the mood to go out, there was still a lot for her to process regarding her newly found health condition.

Sarai

— So, so sorry, but I’m not feeling up to going out tonight. I’m not feeling well.

She bit along the skin of her thumb as she waited impatiently for his response. Her heart dropped when she saw the three little bubbles disappear after a short while.

She stared at the screen for many seconds hoping he’d reply, but he didn’t. Her shoulders fell and she released a broken sigh. Great, she said to herself, now he’s upset.

She huffed and tossed her phone to the side before stuffing her face back in her pillow.

-

A knock on the front door hindered her from continuing to stare at the gray wall ahead of her. Her eyebrows furrowed as she wondered who’d be at the door unexpectedly. It obviously wasn’t Katya or Adya, as they had keys to their own home.

Sarai hummed to herself as she pushed herself off her bed and tipped towards the front door. She wrapped her arms around herself as she weaved throughout the maze she called her home.

She peeked through the peephole to see who it could be, and her frown slowly turned into a smile. She quickly unhinged the door and swung it open.

“What’re you doing here?” Sarai gushed as she stepped to the side for the person to enter.

“I mean, you said you weren’t feeling good. So, I thought I’d stop by to check on you,” Adrian explained. “Oh, for you.” He held out a yellow bag that was filled with little goodies.

Sarai hesitantly peeled the bag out of his hand and started towards the living room, gesturing for him to follow. “What’s this?”

Inside the bag was a small little teddy bear along with some of her favorite candies. It was such a simple gesture but she appreciated it so much. It definitely brightened her mood. Aside from Katya and Adya, she didn’t have anyone present to pull her out of her occasional funks. It was nice to have another person to care for her, even if they hadn’t known each other very long.

She opened her arms just slightly for a hug, which he immediately accepted. The young man wrapped his long arms around her small frame and squeezed her tightly.

“Thank you...”

Sarai almost melted into his embrace, finding comfort in his stronghold. She let her cheek fall against his shoulder and her small hands gripped his sweatshirt. She inhaled softly, his sweet cologne filling her nostrils. Her body felt tingly and her eyes slowly began to sting. It was only when she felt his hand rub her back soothingly that the dam had broken.

Everything she’d felt and had thought about, things she kept tucked in the back of her mind because she was too afraid to speak about, in addition to the news she received earlier, hit her all at once and she couldn’t control the way she was feeling.

Sarai was never the type to show any kind of emotion that was deemed concerning. Of course, she seemed shy and quiet, a bit standoffish to some, but she never allowed her sadness, anger, or frustration to become evident to those around her.

Since she kept them all hidden, she had no way of expressing them, she had no way of getting any comfort, any closure. Now, she sat in the arms of the boy who seemed to have more care for her in the world, with tears streaming down her face.

She was tired.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

Sarai pulled away just slightly and wiped her damp face with the sleeve of her sweatshirt.

“I come with a lot of baggage, Adrian,” she whispered. “and that’s a huge deal breaker to some. But, I’m tired, to say the least. I just feel stupid crying. We’ve been talking for a few weeks and you’ve already seen me cry.” A humorless chuckle feel from her lips as she snatched a tissue from the box on the side table next to the couch.

Adrian swallowed and shook his head subtly. How could someone so beautiful, so deserving of every ounce of happiness the universe could provide, be so full of pain and sorrow.

He knew from the get go that there was something pulling her down, locking her in place, but he wasn’t going to ask. It wasn’t his place. She was so closed off, and now she was opening up. Slowly, but surely, she was blossoming. It may have seemed as if she was crumbling in her own eyes, but it was growth.

“There’s no shame in letting yourself feel everything. It’s apart of being human, Sarai,” he started. “Let yourself feel. Let yourself be open and speak about what’s bothering you. It doesn’t have to be to me, or Katya, or Adya. Maybe to a notebook, I don’t know, but don’t hold it in.”

He looked into her sad hazel eyes and bit along the side of his cheek. He hesitantly brought his thumb to her cheek, and he softly wiped the falling tear away. “It’s okay. You can cry today then smile tomorrow...”

it’s the first update in MONTHS. i’m trying to see if i can summon the inspiration to write the last 10 ish chapters of this then edit it. ahhh

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[delaber]

Just Friends (Part 9)

Story Summary: After moving to America for a 3-month long internship, you meet two interesting characters on a boring night out.

Word Count: 4.6K

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, minor drug use, smut, slight dom!Rafa, swearing, and loads of British references (sorry not sorry lol)

Chapter Note: smut smut smut smut smut smut smmmmmuuuuttt

Tag List: lonelydance mysearchforgratification ramp-it-up blndspotting summerofsnowflakes exrthangel honeysucklechocolatedrippin captaintightpants58

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"What did I tell you?" He laughed as he closed the door behind him, "you don't have to take off your shoes when you're here."

"It's the polite thing to do," you smiled goofily up at him, "what if I stepped in something icky earlier."

"I suppose I'd have to clean the floor tomorrow then," he shrugged, his eyes still bloodshot from the joint, "it's a risk I'd be willing to take."

Easy to giggles, you shot him a laugh.

"You want a drink?" he asked you and held up his index finger, "a quick word of warning; my margarita game is off but I do make a mean Long Island."

You arched an eyebrow at him, "Long Island? Are you trying to get me drunk?"

He sent you a smirk, "Your senses are already dulled from the reefer. How much more could a strong drink possibly do?"

"Okay," you laughed, "Long Island it is then - I do hope it's better than the 'Rafa Special' that you made me on New Years."

"Ouch, you big bully," he pretended to be hurt, "I lay down my guard and show you my true self and this is what it gets me? Some ignorant European tearing apart my cocktail game? I'm telling you; if I had just an ounce of self-respect, you'd be in an Uber on your way home right now!"

"I guess I'm lucky that you're completely spineless," you shrugged.

"Did you just say that?" He put down the lime he'd been holding and sent you a bemused smile.

"Let me just check; uh yes I did."

"Say it again and I'll definitely throw you out," he took a step closer to you trying to look dangerous but failing miserably.

"You're spineless," you whispered.

"One more time for Big Rafa, come on," he motioned a come on sign with his hand, stepping even closer to you.

"Spineless," you squealed and ran away from him as he started running towards you.

"I'll get you for this," he chased you into the living room where he grabbed you around the waist and threw you down on the sofa. He sat down on top of you and grabbed your wrists, "say it again," he urged you, as he easily forced your hands above your head, pinning your wrists together with just one hand. It reminded you of the night after New Years and you became strangely aroused by it.

"Okay, I'll stop," you squealed as he tickled your sides, "just let me go."

He stopped tickling you and went completely still, "never," he leaned in and whispered, lips hovering dangerously close to yours, his right hand warm against your ribs. He could feel your fast heartbeat through your black t-shirt as you made a quick decision and lifted your head up to kiss him softly on the lips.

He gladly reciprocated your tender kiss, looking pained as you withdrew your face after just a couple of seconds.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, "I don't know what just came over me."

Rafa let go of you and got up from the sofa, "Yeah," he cleared his throat, "I'm sorry too," he took your hand and helped you up on your feet, "I'll go mix us those drinks," he said quietly.

While he went to the kitchen, you studied the guys' living room. You had only been in here once before and back then, you had been far too concerned with locating your clothes to really have a look around at the colourful posters and their personal belongings scattered around the room. Your eyes were drawn to a small shelf at the back of the room where miniature figures of Calvin and Hobbes stood. You took Calvin in your hand and examined him more closely before putting the figure back on the shelf, moving along to the next item; a gilded gramophone reading 'National Academy of Recording Arts and Sciences, Daveed Diggs, Principal Soloist, Best Musical Theater Album - 2015, Hamilton (Original Broadway Cast)' along with what appeared to be a Tony award inscribed 'Best Performance by a Featured Actor in a Musical: Daveed Diggs as Marquis de Lafayette/Thomas Jefferson, 2015 - Hamilton.'

You did a double take as you read the text on the two awards again.

Rafa came in with two drinks in hand, "I see you've found Diggs' awards," he smiled, handing you a drink.

"Are these real?"

"Very real," Rafa smirked.

"Why didn't you tell me? I had no idea!"

"I wanted to see how long it took you to figure out where you know us from," he shrugged.

"Were you in this... Hamilton as well?"

"Oh, god no," he laughed, "and by your tone of voice I'm guessing you have no idea what it even is."

"Not a clue," you shook your head and took a big gulp of the drink, "So let me get this straight: Daveed is a hardcore rapper and a Broadway musical star? I never would've guessed that!" you laughed.

"Yeah, remember the first night when you came up to us and you couldn't remember where you'd seen us before?"

"Of course."

"We thought it was a weird trick just to get us to talk to you. Ever since performing in Hamilton, Daveed has been dubbed as America's fast-rapping sweetheart," he rolled his eyes.

"Are you jealous?" you chuckled.

"Not the least. But we can never go out anymore without people feeling the need to constantly come up to him and introduce themselves. It was fun at first but now it's kind of lost its glory."

"So you thought I was a groupie or something?" You laughed, "yeah, your reactions definitely make more sense now."

"Sorry for being a dick," Rafa looked pained, "Sometimes it's necessary when you just want a quiet night out with your best friend."

"So you were a dick on purpose yet you still came over to me and apologised?"

"I did," he laughed, "I thought you were too sassy to just let go. Especially after I realised that you'd been completely innocent and that you actually thought you just knew us from work or something. It was kind of cute so I felt bad for acting like a douche."

"I still feel like I know you from somewhere else apart from that night though," you mumbled.

"Yeah, I know. Come here," Rafa said and took your hand, leading you to a room in another part of the house where you hadn't been before. The room was lined with different recording equipment and movie posters.

"What is this?"

"Our workspace," Rafa said matter-of-factly, "We record music in here or write lyrics, scripts for sketches or plays. You know. Anything creative."

"I've never met anyone with a workspace like this," you took in the room with awe.

"...and this," Rafa continued, "I'm guessing is where you know us from," he pointed to a poster titled Blindspotting with a laughing Daveed and a tough-looking Rafa facing you.

"Yeah! Yeah that's it! I remember seeing this at the movies back home," you said excitedly as you took in the poster. You remembered thinking that the two leads were cute even back then, "so you're a musician slash actor?" you looked back at Rafa who was smiling at you.

"I prefer creative genius, but whatever..." he hugged you from behind, "your term is just as good I guess."

"Why didn't you tell me that I'd probably seen you in a movie."

"You were so unfazed by me and Diggs. And I knew it wouldn't impress you so I kept my mouth shut and told Daveed not to say anything," he snickered from over your shoulder, "I wanted you to spend time with me because you like me. Not because I'm semi-famous."

"I can't believe you thought I was a groupie," you chuckled and leaned into his arms.

"You're so much more," he groaned. His lips brushed against your neck and he kissed you softly below the ear.

His movements brought you back to reality, "Rafa," you sighed, "I know you're drunk and high but we can't be doing this."

"Mmh..." he hummed against you as he pushed your hair aside, his lips still tracing along your neck.

Slowly, you turned around, his arms still around you. "I'm serious," you said.

"I know," he groaned and let his arms fall flat to his sides with a sigh.

"Maybe I should go," you said, "this was clearly a bad idea. And I have to work tomorrow."

"On a Saturday?" he arched an eyebrow at you, "or are you just saying that so you have an excuse to leave early?"

"As I told you; I'm not even halfway done with the project I came here to do, so I actually do have to work tomorrow," you booped his nose, "I'm probably going to be quite busy the next week to be honest."

"So I really won't get to see you?" Rafa furrowed his eyebrows.

"Minimally," you frowned back.

"Okay, I have an idea; since my place is closer to your lab, I'll cut you a deal; how about you stay over, I cook you a nutritious breakfast tomorrow morning and then I take you to work?"

"I don't know," you said even though you really wanted to spend the night.

"No funny business, okay? This time I'm serious," he grinned.

"You said that last time as well," you laughed, "and the time before that."

"Look, I'll even take the couch and let you have my bedroom. I just want to spend the last few hours with you if I won't get to see you for the next couple of days," he shrugged.

"Okay," you gave in, "on one condition!"

"Anything," he said honestly.

"You go for a dip in the pool," you laughed devilishly up at him.

"What, now?"

"Yep!"

"You're not serious?"

"As serious as a heart attack," you said as seriously as you possibly could in your high.

"Okay. If that's what you want," he sighed dramatically before he turned around and discarded his t-shirt in one swift motion.

"Oh, you're really doing this," you laughed as you followed him out to the pool via the sliding doors in the living room next door.

"There's a lot at stake," he said as he pulled off his sneakers and socks.

"So for this you take off your shoes?" you teased him.

"Shut up," he grinned up at you before his hands started unbuckling his belt, his pants falling onto the tiles with a loud clank.

"Okay, I was kidding," you said as he was standing on the edge of the pool wearing only his boxers, "you don't have to do this."

"Oh, I'm not taking any chances. I'm definitely doing this," he said before he took a deep breath and jumped into the freezing water. He emerged spluttering, "shit, it's so cold," he bellowed as he whipped his hair out of his face and took a few strokes, "are you just going to stand up there and admire me?"

"Oh, the deal was for you to jump in. Not me!"

"Boo, you chicken!" he grinned up at you.

"Well, you're not exactly making a single selling point."

"If you don't jump in, you're not allowed to sleep over."

"You're not serious."

"As serious as a heart attack," he grinned up at you, as he mimicked your words from earlier.

"Oh my god. I cannot believe you're making me do this!" You squealed involuntary but ended up taking off your t-shirt and jeans, dipping your toe in the cold water as you stood in front of the pool in just your underwear.

"Just jump in," Rafa laughed, "What you're doing up there is pure torture."

"Okay. You're right," you took a few shallow breaths before counting to three, jumping in the pool close to Rafa. As you emerged, you pushed your hair out of your face, "so cold!" you squealed, "why did we do this?"

"I did it for you," Rafa laughed, treading waters in front of you, "I actually don't find it as bad as I had anticipated."

"You stay then! I'm getting the hell out of here," your teeth clattered as you began climbing the ladder, a laughing Rafa following close behind you.

You were shivering as you reached the top of the ladder, desperately clutching your arms to keep what little warmth you had left.

"Hot shower?" Rafa laughed.

"Yes, please," you nodded and followed Rafa to the bathroom where he turned on the shower for you as you immediately started undressing, ready to step in as soon as the water turned warm.

"It'll only be a minu- Oi!" Rafa said and quickly looked away. He had turned around from the faucet only to be met by you standing in front of him wearing only your soaking panties.

"Oh relax," you rolled your eyes at him, "you've seen me naked before."

"That doesn't mean it isn't just as... exciting," he gulped, desperately looking at the ceiling, "Uh, there are towels over there and I'll - uh - I'll find you something comfortable to wear for afterwards, okay?" he edged out the door still not looking at you. From the other side of the door he bellowed, "Uhm, on second thought. You can just use my bathrobe - if that's alright with you."

"It's fine Rafa," bellowed back with a laugh as you stepped into the warm water.

You stayed in the shower for a couple of minutes until you felt the heat return to your fingers and toes. You quickly dried yourself off, and pulled on the only bathrobe you could find, assuming that it was Rafa's. "That was lovely," you said as you met him in his bedroom. He was wearing the same trackies you'd seen him in before. "No shower?" you lifted your eyebrows at him.

"We have a cold shower by the pool," he said slowly with a laugh, "and I desperately needed it."

"Oh how old are you?” You laughed at him, “you can't even see breasts without getting turned on?"

"Not when they're yours," his face reddened slightly suddenly matching his eyes, "and especially with your nipples all hard like that."

A cold shiver went down your spine. "Yeah, sorry," you ended up saying.

"Oh don't be," he grinned, "it was a marvelous sight that I'll definitely cherish when I'm alone in bed at night," he winked at you, "it just excited me... Excites me now just thinking about it to be honest," he looked away from you with a small grin, clearly uncomfortable in his own skin.

"Yeah me too," you admitted, "it feels stupid to not be allowed to touch when we're so close to each other in so little clothes."

"We could just say 'to hell with it'?" He smirked.

"No, Rafa," you said sternly as you sat down on the edge of his bed.

He sent you a challenging look, "...or we could - you know - just... talk about it if you want to?"

"Talk about what?" you arched an eyebrow at him. Your decision was non-negotiable.

"Just talk for a while about what we'd like to do if the situation was different," he shot you a wink, "That's innocent."

"No it's not?" you laughed, "Not at all."

"I know," he smiled at you, "I'm just trying to get creative. We have to work with what we got, you know."

"Friends don't talk about what sexual stuff they'd like to do to each other," you shot him a look.

"Hey - can we just cut the bullshit for a few seconds?" Rafa said quietly, his Adam's apple bouncing in his throat as he swallowed hard, "don't call us friends when we clearly aren't,"

"Maybe this wasn't a good idea," you looked at him carefully

"You keep saying that," he sighed, "yet you're still here."

You put your hand on his arm, "I'm having a hard time too, you know. You're not the only one who wants this."

He shot you a sideways glance, "why can't we just say to hell with it then?"

"Because I know myself and this is what I have to do if I want to return to England with a somewhat sane mind."

"Whatever you say," he groaned as he threw himself down on the bed, his legs dangling over the side.

You lay down next to him and you put your hand on his chest, playing with the straps of his hoodie. He pulled you close and caressed your back with his fingertips, "do you want me to go sleep on the couch?"

"You can sleep in here with me," you said softly, "I'm going to miss you the next couple of days."

He kissed the top of your head, "yeah, me too," he said, "the last time you stayed over, my pillow smelled like you for days. It was pure torture. But it came at a price; your hair was everywhere. It was like having a dog again," he laughed.

"A small souvenir," you laughed, "sorry."

"I forgive you. But only because you look so soft in my bathrobe," he brushed his fingers over your back, "do you want me to get you a t-shirt to sleep in?"

"Yes please," you said and let him go to his closet where he pulled out an old tee with the words Raiders written on the front.

"A pirate shirt?" you eyed the logo.

Rafa shot back his head and laughed whole-heartedly, "Damn girl, don't you dare disrespect my favourite football team like that."

"You mean American football team. Your favourite football team better be Chelsea!"

"I'll be partial to Chelsea in soccer if you're partial to the Raiders in football."

"I can pretend I like the pirates," you teased him.

"Oh shut up," he chuckled and walked towards the door, "I'll let you get changed," he said and closed the door behind him.

You disrobed and pulled on his Raiders shirt, glad that it covered you like a dress as you didn't have any dry underwear to wear. A short dress albeit, but still a dress.

"Are you decent?" Rafa asked from the other side of the door.

"Yep," you said and let him in.

"Ah!" he said when he saw you in the Raiders shirt, "my favourite girl sporting my favourite team."

"Don't get any ideas," you grinned as you crawled under the covers.

He stripped down to his boxers and joined you under the covers, pulling you close, "just a bit of friendly cuddling," he whispered against your neck, his hand trailing up and down your sides.

"Okay," you whispered back, enjoying his arms around you.

His fingers brushed from your waist and down your sides all the way below the hem of the t-shirt, fingers coming to a halt on your upper thigh. He lifted his head from his pillow and whispered, "are you not wearing any panties?"

"Uhm no," you said sheepishly, "they were all wet from the pool."

You felt the outline of a bulge emerging against your backside right before he pulled back from you with a groan.

You turned around and faced him, "I didn't mean to torture you on purpose," you snickered.

"I know," he said in a strained voice, "just give me a minute to calm down." He blew out some air and stared determined at the ceiling.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked him after a couple of seconds.

"I'm trying to remember all the players on the Raider's team," he said, "and I definitely try not to think about you on top of me."

A familiar warm feeling spread in your abdomen. Now you were thinking about riding him as well.

"Too much?" he looked over at you when you didn't answer him.

"Ehm," you cleared your throat, "no. No, it's a... nice image," you smiled at him, the heat between your legs growing more and more.

"It got to you too, huh?" he laughed at you.

"Uhm, yeah," you said, "it's probably because we're high."

"That Long Island didn't exactly help either."

"Definitely not. It's too bad we're not allowed to touch..."

"Yeah..." he agreed, "we could... you know... just go to sleep."

"Yeah..." you said. His suggestion from earlier about talking dirty to each other without touching flashed in your mind. It wasn’t as if it would break your code. “Or we could just lie here next to each other and talk for a while..."

"Yeah?" he looked over at you with an excited smile, "what do you want to talk about?"

"Definitely not riding you slowly," you grinned, "or your lips around my nipples."

He gulped, "Yeah, and not your mouth around my cock either. Let's not discuss that."

"Or how you feel when you're inside me," you breathed heavily.

"Oh fuck, no, no we definitely can't talk about that. Or how I'd start off by kissing you all over your body. All the way from the top of your head and down your neck, leaving small teasing kisses down your breasts and all the way down to your ankles. And then back up again to your little hotdog," he said darkly.

"Yeah!" you imagined his warm lips against your skin and felt the goosebumps emerge on your arms, "...and we can't discuss how I'd respond to your teasing lips by pulling your hair while I open my legs for you. Or what you'd do next.”

"Well... in that case, we probably shouldn't discuss how I'd bring out my tongue and taste you while my fingers were slowly working their way in and out of you," he panted. You let out a moan as you arched your back and Rafa continued, "yeah, and you'd moan just like that for me."

"But regardless of how good it felt, I'd still push you away from me and get on my knees in front of you."

"Fuck!" Rafa hissed beside you, fighting hard to keep his hands above the covers.

"I'd take you in my hand and lubricate your glistening head with pre-cum before I slowly move my hand up and down you a couple of times to warm you up."

"I'm already warm, love" Rafa chuckled.

"Good! I'd grab you by the root and I'd lick you all the way from the root to the tip, bringing extra attention to that particularly sensitive spot just below your head," you said slowly, "my soft tongue would be all wet and sloppy as I run it up and down your length while I maintain eye contact with you, showing you that you're in complete control of the situation. And I'd make sure to massage your balls as I continue to pleasure you with my mouth," you breathed heavily, "and you'd look down at me and caress my hair while my mouth was full of you, slowly bucking your hips bringing you further down my throat. And I'd groan around you as you hit the back of my throat, sending vibrations all the way up to your balls."

"Okay, fuck it, I can't take this," Rafa said resolutely and pulled the covers away to reveal the enormous erection tugged away in his boxers. He pulled out his cock and started stroking it slowly in front of you with a few shallow breaths. He shot you a look, "not... against... the rules," he panted as he continued to pump his hand up and down his length.

"Well, if you're doing it, I'm doing it!" you said as you spread your legs, your fingers immediately flying to your core as you looked at Rafa's movements. "What happens next?" you panted.

Rafa took a couple of shallow breaths before he continued, "I pull out of your mouth just before I come down your throat because you know I'm close and you beg me to fill you up instead. So I pick you up from the floor and throw you on the bed and you're looking at me with this hungry look. And I kiss your tits while I slide inside you. And you're so warm and so wet for me," he groaned.

You moved your fingers up and down your slit, fidgeting with your clit with your right hand, while your left hand pushed up the Raider's t-shirt and started massaging your nipple. A small moan escaped your lips as you imagined what Rafa was explaining to you, "and you fill me up completely," you panted, "and you turn me around before you slam into me from behind, smacking my ass and pulling my hair. And you're so good that I grow tight around you, begging for you to let me cum."

"Yes," he groaned.

"- and you pull my arms and fixate them around my back so you have the perfect angle to fuck me while I grow tighter and tighter around you as you slide in and out of me. And I feel this raw heat starting in my stomach and it's spreading fast to the rest of my body as you fuck me faster and harder than you ever have before. And you pull my hair and I moan helplessly for you."

Rafa started moving his hand faster and faster as he was looking at you narrating your own orgasm.

"- and when you finally let me topple over the edge, I scream out your name with my release like this; Rafa," you moaned, "oh Rafa".

"Fffffuck," you heard Rafa hiss beside you right before he came with a loud groan, cum staining his stomach and chest, "fuck!" he continued to pant beside you with his eyes screwed shut, cum still leaking from his tip. His hand was still laced around his throbbing cock, but no longer moving when he desperately opened his eyes and turned his head. "Fuck," he repeated when he looked towards you with your fingers still at work.

"Fuck you're hot!" you panted beside him, looking at him as you drew in sharp breaths, your fingertips slowly entering yourself.

Rafa's eyes flooded with lust once more, "Fuck this," he spat, "come here," he took your hand and pulled you on top of him, your back lying flat against his cum-stained chest. His right hand found your core immediately and he started working his long fingers in and out of you while his left hand was circling your clit.

"Not... part of... the plan," you panted on top of him while his fingers moved in and out of you, his lips kissing your throat and neck.

"Oh, do you want me to stop?" he said and removed both of his hands from your throbbing core.

"No!" you whimpered on top of him, moving around desperate for friction.

"Shut the fuck up then," he whispered darkly against your neck as his hands resumed their positions. He worked like this for a couple of minutes while you writhed and moaned on top of him, your walls tightening around his fingers as he kissed and licked your neck.

"Fucking cum for me," he whispered as he hit your g-spot repeatedly and sent you over the edge crying out his name with pleasure.

His hands moved slower and slower, until he pulled his fingers out of you, his palm travelling all the way up your body, coming to a halt as he cupped your breasts lovingly, "I could get used to this," he whispered, kissing your neck and sending shivers down your spine.

You stayed on top of him for a couple of seconds while he continued to caress your breasts and nipples, kissing your neck occasionally with small sounds of affection.

When you had come down completely from your high, you climbed down from him and positioned yourself under the covers. Rafa pulled on his boxers and snuggled up against you.

"That was not part of the plan," you yawned as he held you tight.

"It won't happen again. Now shut up and go to sleep," Rafa smiled against your neck

#rafael casal x reader #rafael casal #daveed diggs #blindspotting #rafael casal imagine #smut #rafael casal fanfiction #bay boys

[companionjones]

Come See The Show

Fandoms: I guess Hamilton? Lin-Manuel Miranda, Daveed Diggs

Pairings: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader, BestFriends!Daveed Diggs x Reader

Summary: Daveed Diggs, your best friend since middle school, invites you to see Hamilton while he and the Original Broadway Cast are still in it. Before the show, you hang out backstage and meet the cast. The man who wrote the show seems particularly interested in you. After the show’s over, Lin invites you to get drinks with the rest of the cast. The night is amazing of course, and as it’s wrapped up with some healthy teasing from Daveed, I think you get a pretty good story.

Warnings: First date jitters. I don’t think they curse. Kissing?

Author’s Note: Daveed says in this that Lin is the only famous one in the cast. That is not true, and I do not believe that. I just thought Daveed would say that because I think our boy is very humble. I love this whole cast more than anything.

Please take some time to sign some BLM petitions! Remember not to give any money to change.org because the money would go to the website, not the cause.

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    “So, what’d you think of meeting everyone?” Daveed inquired as he tied his cravat for the show.

    You were laying on the yellow couch in his dressing room. “Overwhelming,” you admitted truthfully. “It’s crazy having your best friend become famous, and then meeting all of his famous friends.”

    Daveed rolled his eyes. “We’re not famous. Lin’s the famous one.” He then smirked, “And, may I say, he definitely took an interest in you.”

    “Your things crooked.” You avoided the subject of Lin by referring to your friend’s cravat.

    Just then, places were called.

    “Break a leg,” you cheekily wished, happy that you could miss the conversation entirely.

    Again, he rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever.” Daveed leaned down to kiss your forehead before leaving.

    Yes, Lin had paid special attention to you. And yes, you were flattered by it. You were more than flattered, actually. The truth was, you saw In The Heights while Lin was still in it. Of course, you loved it. Since then, you’d kept up with Lin’s career. You’d grown to appreciate his good looks in the many articles you’d read about him. One could even say you’d developed a crush on him. So yes, his higher attention to you made your heart flutter.

    “Oh, shit,” you cursed yourself, realizing that you’d lost yourself in thought. You were missing the show.

    You made it to your reserved seat just as Lin did his iconic introduction of his character. You were captivated every moment after that.

    Daveed started laughing when he saw you after the show. “How was it?” he questioned teasingly.

    “Bro...” was all you could manage with the tears streaming down your face.

    He gave another laugh that involved his whole body. Daveed enveloped you in a big hug. He called Lin over, “Lin! Y/n liked our show!”

    You hoped the blush growing on your cheeks could be excused by your crying.

    Lin smiled when he saw you. However, you swore you saw his smile falter a little when he saw the tear-stained face. “It’s nice to hear you enjoyed it. Are you okay?” He put his hand on your shoulder and ducked his head down to meet your eyes.

    “Uh, yeah.” You wiped your face dry. “It was...It was just really good.”

    Lin smiled more. “Thank you. Um, the cast is going out for some drinks. You’re more than welcome to join us.”

    “Yeah. Yeah, I’d really like that.” You cursed yourself for wearing your heart so openly on your sleeve, but you also had trouble distinguishing whose smile was wider: yours or Lin’s.

    Daveed then cut in and not-so-subtly directed you over to Oak and Anthony. They were happy to have you, but you overheard Daveed warn Lin, “You break their heart, and I’ll break your neck. I’ve known Y/n since middle school, and I will kill you if you hurt them.”

    Lin looked terrified of the man that was so protective of you. He vigorously nodded his head.

    When Daveed finished with Lin and when no one was looking, you shot Daveed a reprimanding glance. Despite that, you couldn’t shake Lin’s reaction from your mind. He looked as if he had reason to heed Daveed’s injunction. Like he had actual plans to ask you out or something. You shook your head free of the thoughts, and tuned back into Anthony and Oak’s conversation. They were going on about something that had happened during the show, some backstage mishap.

    He had an arm around your shoulder. As you leaned against him, you were able to hear the calming sound of his breathing. Lin looked to you whenever he laughed. You read somewhere that that would mean he liked you. That was probably why you looked at him whenever you laughed, too.

    The two of you shared a cab when you left the bar. Your place was closer than his, so you got out first. Lin walked you to the door of your building.

    “I had a great time tonight,” you smiled softly at Lin.

    He mirrored your expression. “I promise to take you out on a real date as soon as I can.”

    “Was tonight a fake date?” you teased.

    Lin didn’t get the joke. “It-it could be if you want it to. I mean, I wanted it to. I didn’t mean to be presumptuous, I-I-I was just thinking that maybe you’d want to get dinner, y-you know, just the two of us--”

    You laughed, “Of course I would love to, Lin. That sounds amazing. How does Monday at seven sound? I’d hate to take over your day off, though--”

    “No! No,” Lin interrupted, “You would not be taking over my day off. Seeing you would actually make my day a lot better.”

    “Okay.” You squirmed at the excitement.

    “Okay,” he repeated in a grin that copied yours.

    The taxi driver honking his horn scared you two out of your haze.

    Lin chuckled nervously, “I should get going.” He paused. Lin flicked his eyes up and down your body. He then stepped closer to you. He gently grasped your waist in his hand. Lin slowly leaned forward. He kissed you.

    The kiss was wonderful, if you could only have one word to describe it. It was marvelous, sublime, showstopping...Okay, maybe you couldn’t narrow it down to just one word.

    Again, the cab’s hon made both of you jump.

    “You should go,” you urged.

    Lin agreed, “I should definitely go.” He leaned in and kissed you again. When he pulled back, it was as reluctantly as a man could go. He called out to you as he backed up to the taxi, “Come to the show whenever you want. They’ll let you in. I’ll see you Monday.”

    “See you Monday,” you smiled before Lin disappeared into the cab and the vehicle pulled away.

    You walked up to your apartment and unlocked your door in a blissful daze. As soon as your door was shut behind you, however, Daveed called.

    “Are you watching my apartment? Your timing couldn’t be better,” you spoke into the phone.

    He laughed, “I don’t know. I guess I just have a sixth sense when it comes to you.”

    You chuckled.

    Daveed immediately moved on to why he called you. “So, how was it? Pippa and Jasmine say he’s a good kisser.”

    “How do you know we kissed? You’re definitely watching me,” you accused.

    Diggs scoffed, “That was just a guess. How was it?”

    “Why do you want to know so bad how Lin kisses?” you wondered.

    Daveed groaned, “I just want to make sure he’s taking care of you.”

    “He is taking care of me,” you confirmed, “He said I could come to the show whenever I want, and Lin and I are going out on Monday.”

    He grimaced. “Monday? That’s such a weird day to have a date.”

    “I’m hanging up now,” you informed.

    Daveed re-invited, “Come to the show tomorrow. I like having you there, and I’m sure your boyfriend does, too.”

    “Fine. Goodbye.”

    “Bye, Y/n.”

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

#hamilton #hamilton x reader #lin-manuel miranda #lin-manuel miranda x reader #lin manuel miranda #lin manuel miranda x reader #daveed diggs #alexander hamilton #in the heights #21 chump street #mary poppins returns #his dark materials #electric company #come see the show #companion jones #OH MY GOD WE'RE IN THE PLAY #hot as balls #lin is hot as balls #daveed is hot as balls #they both are

[deliciousmeta]

Who matters most in media representation?

Edited and reposted from my personal blog.

In case you haven’t heard, Hollywood is rebooting X-Men, and they’re more than likely going to make Magneto Black this time around.

And, as you may have guessed, people are showing their natural asses.

But there’s nothing the least bit racist about it.

Anybody approaching this issue as if the correct answer is simply a matter of hiring a Black Jew to play Magneto or writing Magneto to be a Black Jew is being insultingly reductive and simplistic, both to Black Jews (*raises hand*) and to the Black actors being considered for the role.

The fact of the matter is...

1. Without Malcolm X and the Black Power movement, there would be no Magneto as we know him today.

The parallels between Malcolm X and Magneto (and Charles Xavier and Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.) have been overt for a long time. Malcolm X and the Black Power movement are built into the DNA of the character of Magneto, whether deliberately and overtly, as it was in the 80′s, or through reflecting the cultural zeitgeist of the civil rights movement in the 60′s. Then X-Men: First Class was released, and that movie beat the audience over the head linking Magneto to Malcolm X and the Black Power movement.

So with Magneto, you have a character whose ideology and methodology are based on a real Black person and movements started by flesh-and-blood Black people but given a fictional backstory as a Jewish Holocaust survivor.

We’ve seen Magneto’s Jewishness portrayed on film. It’s overtly represented in the current roster of X-Men films. Yet, despite how much Magneto as he currently exists owes to Malcolm X and the Black Panthers, specific Black people, that connection to Black history and Black culture is, thus far, purely symbolic.

That’s fucked up.

2. Denzel Washington is not some random Anglo dude.

Magneto is not the role for an unproven actor. Let’s just get that out of the way. Magneto has too much presence and is too complex for the actor who hasn’t proven they have the chops for it.

It matters that Marvel is considering a Black actor to portray him. I’ve heard the name Denzel Washington being tossed around. Him being shortlisted is not random. Leaving aside his credentials–seriously, look them up–as one of the greatest Black actors alive today, he’s played Malcolm X before (you know, the guy the film version of Magneto is strongly based on) and knocked it out of the park. Honestly, I thought his name coming up was a little on the nose.

I’ve heard, "Just hire a Black Jewish actor!”

Name three Black Jewish actors of the same caliber as Denzel Washington, Chiwetel Ejiofar, Idris Elba, or Giancarlo Esposito. And if you say Daveed Diggs, I’m gonna kick you in the crotch.

3. American pop culture has habitually stolen taken from Black history and Black culture while erasing Black people.

The current X-Men films base Magneto on Malcolm X and the Black Panthers yet cast Anglo white actors to portray him. Essentially, these films ripped things from Black history and Black culture, generally the cool and edgy parts, then slapped a white face on it.

Not to mention, the franchise itself did its Black characters dirty. Every Black mutant not named Storm is killed off, and Storm—Storm!—gets treated like an extra.

This fits into the larger pattern of American pop culture “borrowing” from Black culture to seem cool and edgy—and profiting from it—while the Black people and Black struggle that gave birth to that cool and that edginess are erased.

Re-envisioning Magneto as a Black man is one way to correct the X-Men franchise’s role in perpetuating that historical error.

4. American audiences love to play the authenticity police when a Black person gets a chance to play a character wasn’t originally envisioned as Black.

Remember what happened when Zendaya (edit: sorry, it’s Halle Bailey) was cast as Ariel? How all of a sudden, Ariel’s defining trait went from her voice to her hair? There were people arguing, in all seriousness, that Ariel could not be Black because she had to be a redhead. All of a sudden, it was vital that Ariel represent red-haired people.

As if no Black person has red hair and no actor, Black or otherwise, ever dyed their hair red for a role. Like, I dunno, this one:

When Idris Elba was cast as Heimdall, all of a sudden, fidelity to Norse mythology was super-important. When Still Star-Crossed premiered and had Black and Brown people playing Montagues and Capulets, suddenly accurate representation of Renaissance Italy was so critical. When the Star Wars; The Force Awakens trailer hit, as soon as the Stormtrooper helmet came off and revealed John Boyega’s face, all of a sudden, continuity with the Star Wars prequels and The Clone Wars were so important.

Although being a Holocaust survivor is not a cosmetic trait like having red hair or white skin, the pattern of non-Black people suddenly caring about authenticity when a Black person gets a chance to play a role originally conceived as non-Black is still there.

It’s not the comments themselves, but the excessive scrutiny given to Black actors and creators when their chance in the spotlight comes around. We’re seeing it now with the recasting of Batwoman. The issue of Jewish representation, which got put on the back burner when Ruby Rose was cast (when not dismissed outright), is being brought to the forefront now that a Black woman has been cast as the lead.

5. Black Jews are being used as tokens and rhetorical props.

There’s a lot of, “Magneto can be Black and Jewish!” going around.

And the funny thing about it is that the people saying this generally aren’t Black Jews. These same people have zilch to say about the representation of Black Jews in mainstream media. But now that Hollywood is thinking about making Magneto Black, suddenly it’s so important for the world to know we exist.

Uh-huh.

These same people rarely, if ever, pay a lick of attention to what Black Jews have to say about anything else at any other time. So, this insistence that Magneto can be Black and Jewish rings a little hollow.

It’s almost as if Magneto is allowed to be Black as long as he first meets the condition of being Jewish. This would render his Blackness into a cosmetic variance of the presumed norm of Jewishness. And that’s fucking insulting to Black Jews everywhere.

6. In conclusion

The issue of Jewish representation is important. Magneto is a rarity among fictional Jewish characters in mainstream media. He’s not a stereotype or a joke. He’s a complex, compelling character. He’s not a silent, faceless, nameless victim. He’s a force to be reckoned with who demands to be seen and heard. 

At the same time, the issue of Jewish representation is sort of being used as a cover for antiblackness, especially considering the historical and cultural influences that went into making Magneto the character he is.

Frankly, we need to get Storm her own fucking movie already.

#fandom racism #fandom antiblackness #media representation #jewish representation #black representation #magneto

[ozonecologne]

Leslie Odom, Jr. was on Supernatural

If you’ve seen Hamilton, you probably already know who Leslie Odom, Jr. is. He was part of the original cast of the historical Broadway show alongside Lin-Manuel Miranda, Daveed Diggs, and Renée Elise Goldsberry. He played Aaron Burr, sir!

(photo source: EW)

Personally, “The Room Where It Happens” is one of my favorite songs in that whole show, Leslie’s performance was incredible! You can even watch a bit of it here -- look at that choreography! In fact, he was so good in this show that he won a Tony award in 2016 for his performance as “Best Leading Actor in a Musical.” You can find his acceptance speech here! Really touching.

Anyway, long before Hamilton, Leslie Odom, Jr. appeared on Supernatural too! He played a character named Guy, a crossroads demon that tries to make a deal with Becky Rosen in “Season Seven, Time for a Wedding!” (7.08).

(gif sources: 1, 2, 3) You can watch that last scene here on YouTube! Some brilliant acting by Leslie there, definitely worth your time.

There’s a trend in Supernatural of making black people “monstrous,” sometimes literally and sometimes figuratively, in a way that emphasizes their otherness. This has been discussed on this blog so far in relation to the Alpha Vampire (x, x, x), in some asides on Gordon Walker (x, x, x), and it applies to Guy as well. This episode is rife with culturally heavy context, like this moment that @fandomcolourofmyskin​ breaks down in the tags. There are also lots of obvious power dynamics at play here when it comes to bargaining with a white woman, a deal that’s meant to be sealed with a kiss and instead ends with Becky’s deception as the three white, male protagonists come to her rescue.

It’s a shame that such a talented actor was wasted in such a small role, but it is one of those cool guest star trivia moments that Supernatural is becoming famous for. They can almost compete with Law and Order at this point.

(Which Leslie was on too, as a recurring character. Alongside Hamilton cast mate Daveed Diggs funny enough!)

It’s pretty hard to find posts about Leslie on the show, so maybe in this fandom we should be talking MORE and smiling LESS about this one -- sorry, sir ;)

#leslie odom jr #guy #poc #demons

[dailydaveeddiggs]

Today, thanks to “Hamilton,” Diggs, 35, may be the more established half of the “Blindspotting” duo, but that wasn’t the case when he moved back to Oakland after earning his theater degree from Brown. Though four years younger, Casal had already made a name for himself on the Bay Area spoken-word scene, from which he was plucked to appear on HBO’s “Def Poetry.”

Casal had set up a recording studio with the aim of finding other musicians to collaborate with, reaching out to Diggs on the strength of a demo CD the rapper had recorded in his college dorm room. The friendship took hold almost immediately: That first night, they created a few songs, which led to albums, live performances (with a group they dubbed the Getback) and countless sketches and online videos.

“Rafael was the most famous person I knew,” Diggs recalls. “He had really tapped into the YouTube audience pretty early.”

Casal’s videos caught the attention of Jess Calder (then Jess Wu). The young producer, partnered in Snoot with her husband, Keith Calder, had seen a couple of his spoken-word performances and was struck by both Casal’s charisma and the fact that he appeared to be a natural-born storyteller.

“In my mind, anyone who can tell a great story can definitely translate that to film,” explains the producer, who contacted Casal and proposed they meet for coffee. She asked if he’d ever thought about writing a screenplay.

“I’d thought about theater a lot, [but at that age] you’re trying to get $5 for something at McDonald’s. A movie is millions of dollars away,” says Casal. But he was definitely intrigued, and began fleshing out a character that was loosely autobiographical. Things started to click about a year and a half later, when the Snoot duo asked Casal to perform at a screening of their documentary “Thunder Soul” at a January 2009 presidential inauguration event in Washington, D.C. Casal couldn’t make it but suggested they book Diggs in his place.

“Daveed came and did like 15 minutes of freestyle at the event and kind of blew our minds,” recalls Keith Calder. “We were immediately like, ‘Rafael, the movie’s gotta be about the two of you!’”

And from that moment forward, “Blindspotting” became the story of two friends of different races forced to consider the world from one another’s viewpoints, all set against the rapidly changing Bay Area backdrop.

Casal hails from Berkeley, the city directly north of Diggs’ Oakland. But they both attended Berkeley High School and later split a four-bedroom house with two other friends for $1,200. “I can’t even imagine what that place would cost now,” Casal says.

Gentrification, fueled by the tech boom, has transformed the neighborhoods they once knew. “Seventh Street is just a BART station and a post office now, but in the ’30s and ’40s, that was one of the jazz and blues centers of the world,” Diggs says. The last of the local music venues, Esther’s Orbit Room (where Diggs’ brother had been a bartender), finally shut down in 2010. His mother and father (also born in Oakland) both had to move, priced out by the newcomers.

Though not a musical in the conventional sense, “Blindspotting” was born out of a desire to translate spoken-word poetry into cinema. “There are versions where it was damn near a poem the whole time,” Diggs says.

From 2009 onward, he and Casal worked on the script together, huddling over the same laptop since they had only a single licensed copy of Final Draft between them.

“We were trying to find a recipe for a world where verse could exist without it feeling like there’s a deliberate shift every time it goes into a number,” Casal explains. “The Bay Area is known for slang and for turn of phrase. It’s the evolution of pimp culture, so heightened language is already very prevalent in the way people relate to each other.”

For the next several years, Diggs and Casal spent their time driving up and down Interstate 5 between the Bay Area and Los Angeles, parking out front of wherever Snoot headquarters happened to be at the time and sleeping in their car if needed. They wrote draft after draft of “Blindspotting,” pitching the changes to the Calders while using Snoot’s facilities to work on music videos and other projects.

“I’ve always felt like our offices were a place where they should feel safe to create art,” says Jess Calder.

Before Diggs and Casal could complete a shooting version of the script, they were pulled away by other professional opportunities. Casal went off to teach verse-driven theater at the University of Wisconsin-Madison for three years. And, for Diggs, “Hamilton” happened.

“The thing about this business is you never know if something’s a break,” says Diggs. “I met Lin-Manuel Miranda because of a clerical error.” Diggs showed up for the same substitute teaching job as one of Miranda’s friends, Anthony Veneziale, who was also a rapper. They hit it off, and Veneziale invited Diggs to freestyle with his group, of which Miranda was a member. Later, when it came time to do an early reading of “Hamilton,” Miranda remembered Diggs and his rapid-fire delivery. “I was invited because I have this particular skill set that allows me to learn a lot of things very quickly,” recalls Diggs, who had just five days to memorize the show’s most demanding part. “I assumed they would replace me because they had plenty of Broadway performers to choose from.”

Except that Miranda didn’t replace Diggs, who spent nearly a year and a half with the production. “Before leaving ‘Hamilton,’ I made this comment to one of my agents,” Diggs recalls. “I was ready to go, but scared that I wouldn’t make any money again, and he said, ‘Don’t worry about that,’ and promptly booked my life with all these things.”

The day after his last “Hamilton” performance in mid-2016, Diggs found himself shooting the movie “Wonder,” starring Julia Roberts. The following week, he began working on ABC’s “Black-ish.” That was swiftly followed by a recurring role on “Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt,” which had to be juggled amid a long-planned national tour with his experimental rap group, Clipping.

Into the midst of this whirlwind came the moment for which Diggs and Casal had long been waiting. Last March, the Snoot producers told them they had the greenlight to make “Blindspotting,” provided the duo could get their script in shape to shoot in June.

“What if I move to L.A. in two days and I write it for a month?” Casal recalls asking — and that’s exactly what he did, undertaking a page-one overhaul while Diggs’ fledgling screen career kept him busy.

“I was on airplanes every other day,” says Diggs, “so really the only through line were these midnight phone calls from Rafael to talk about this thing we’d been talking about for a decade.”

Excited about the prospect of finally making the movie, Diggs kept a rare 25-day window open in June for the shoot. Casal managed to get the rewrite done in four weeks. Reaching out to another old friend, they brought in director López Estrada, who immediately began pre-production.

The project’s Oakland focus attracted some production talent whom the producers normally couldn’t afford, including DP Robby Baumgartner, who had worked in the lighting department for Spike Lee, Paul Thomas Anderson and Alejandro González Iñárritu, and who brought the lighting crew from “Moonlight” aboard.

“We suddenly had this amazing team of people from the Bay Area,” says Diggs. “Doing something with your friends at a high level, that’s a dream.”

After production wrapped, Snoot submitted a rough cut to Sundance, which recommended the music-driven film for a Dolby Family Sound Fellowship. “Blindspotting” is one of two 2018 Sundance selections to have earned the generous post-production grant, making it possible for the filmmakers to upgrade their mix in time for its festival debut. (Past recipients of the grant include “Mudbound” and “Beasts of the Southern Wild.”)

Thanks to the grant, Diggs, Casal and other members of the production team — including López Estrada and the Calders — spent late December camped out on the Paramount Pictures lot on the same Technicolor stage where Michael Bay mixes his “Transformers” films.

On the same day of Variety’s visit, Diggs and Casal wrote a short piece of original music to replace a few seconds of temp score. Since they came up with the cue themselves, that means they can later expand it into a full-blown song for the soundtrack.

It’s the kind of on-the-fly challenge that has fueled the duo’s creative partnership for more than a decade — though “Blindspotting” is the first time they’ve been able to combine their writing, performance and musical talents to such a degree.

“As an artist, the only thing you ever want to do is something that requires every part of yourself,” Diggs says. “And it is so rare when that happens.” (x)

LOVE the insight as to how this all came together.

#daveed diggs #rafael casal #blindspotting #sundance #sundance film festival #2018 sundance film festival #variety #jess calder

[theholycakehole]

What I did for Love - Daveed Diggs x Reader

Request: Can a get a Daveed Diggs x Reader thing going? Please and thanks xoxo

Word count: 1276

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: Amazing vocals, plus me fangirling over the thought of Thayne Jasperson singing

AU: Real life peeps 

Note: Yes I know it’s been a hot minute since I’ve been writing (like since the beginning of summer). But here I am. I got this idea by me being re-obsessed with the A Chorus Line video the ensemble of Hamilton did. So I hope y’all enjoy :)

I smiled as the hair and makeup crew left my room while I finished buttoning my cream coloured vest. It was the last bit to my ensemble costume. I ran the lines through my head, humming along to my part. This was my chance. All of us were able to have a solo. I couldn’t mess it up. All this time, I have been a part of the back up crew. My job was to dance and melodize. But today I would be a part of the front line. All of us were performing to What I did for Love, from A Chorus Line. A knock at the door pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned to see the man with the big curly hair, himself. “Hey Daveed.” I smiled softly, turning back to my costume, adjusting the articles of clothes. “Nervous?” He asked, moving aside for Madeleine - the microphone girl came along, to get me ready. I smiled up at Daveed as he leaned against the door frame. His eyes glowed with amusement, watching my jumpy motions. “Only a little bit.” I laughed nervously. “Don’t be, you will do amazing.” “God I hope so.” I smiled, looking down at my shoes. “Five minutes ’til show time!” Lin called out. “On it!” I spoke back. “Hey, don’t be nervous.” Daveed placed a hand on my shoulder as we walked out. “I know you’ll do great. You don’t think I watch you do your thing during the shows?” Shooting me a wink. “Yeah, but I’m not exactly a solo artist, we work as a team.” I chuckled at his comment. “You just seem to blow us all away.” He nudged me. “You’re hilarious, Diggs.” “You flatter me, y/n.” He smirked. “You are so egotistical.” I teased as we made our way up the stage.

“Forty year ago, today. A Chorus Line had it’s first performance on this stage.” Lin spoke out to the audience who all clapped. “To begin our festivities, from the Mayor’s office, nine time Emmy winner Cynthia Lopez.” “On behalf of Bill Diblazio, the Mayor of the city of New York. I do here by proclaim, Thursday April 16th 2015, in the city of New York, A Chorus Line day.” I suddenly grew insanely nervous as we all stepped forward into line. I took my headshot that I had submitted to the show and held it up. The audience cheering and clapping. The piano started up, making me even more excited. As Ephraim started, the line began to set down their photos in his hand. “Who am I anyway? Am I my resume? That is a picture of a person I don’t know.” He sang out. As Phillipa set down her photo, I was next, then Daveed. “What does he want from me? What should I try to be?” Jon was next. “So many faces all around, and here we go.” Sydney’s voice warming my heart. “I need this job, oh God, I need this show.” Thayne is so cute, oh my god. Can he sing this entire thing please? “Kiss today goodbye.” Carleigh started the song What I did for Love with the piano softening it as well. “The sweetness and the sorrow. Wish me luck, the same to you. But I can’t regret, what I did for love, what I did for love.” “Look my eyes are dry. The gift was ours to borrow. It’s as if we always knew.” Ariana began, making me even more nervous. “And I won’t forget, what I did for love, what I did for love.” Sasha continued, making the butterflies fly up in my stomach. I was next. It’s as if Daveed sensed it. His hand snuck itself into mine, our hands connected. I almost broke character as a smile found itself onto my face. “Gone, love it never gone.” “As we travel on.” I belted, feeling an overwhelming sense of joy. “Love’s what we’ll remember.” Daveed squeezed my hand a little. I looked up to see him smiling down at me. I looked back out into the crowd with a smile on my face. It was almost as big as Pippa’s as she watched the two of us like a proud mom. “Kiss today goodbye, and point me t’ward tomorrow.” I finished as Betsy took on the ending. “We did what we had to do.” She sang softly before finishing the verse on a powerful note. “Won’t forget, can’t regret what I did for love.” “What I did for love.” Everyone in the line sang out. “What I did for love.” The then sang. “Love is never gone. As we travel on. Love’s what we’ll remember.” I took in a breath as I could feel Daveed’s eyes on me. I could hear his voice among the rest of us, making myself feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. “Kiss today goodbye. And point me t’ward tomorrow.” “Point me t’ward tomorrow.” The stars sang. “We did what we had to do.” We all sang, hitting the higher note. “Won’t forget, can’t regret, what I did for love. What I did for love.” “What I did for love.” The ensemble finished off, it fading out.

The speech that Lin spoke afterwards was all a blur. Daveed’s hand was still in mine as we took the step back. He ran through the names of the people who were a part of the ensemble. I almost didn’t hear my name until Daveed’s hand slipped from mine, pushing me forward. I laughed out as I smiled and took a bow. Then as Lin introduced the cast of the original A Chorus Line cast, we all clapped as they walked up onto the stage. They all then went into their lines and we all stepped forward, meeting the cast members. Different speeches were spoken about the two shows and how A Chorus Line was a show that was almost forgotten and brought back up into the light because of Lin. We had finished the show off by singing the final verse to What I did for Love before heading back off stage. I was wanting to talk to Daveed, but we had gotten lost in the crowd.

“Knock, knock.” I heard the familiar voice, causing me to look up from my phone. I stood up, now dressed completely different. My hair was out from the up-do and into a messy bun, I was in leggings and a large hoodie, my feet in my combat boots. I was a bit of a sight for sore eyes. I had taken off my stage makeup, just ready to crawl into bed. The show we had just done was after a evening show, which meant it was after midnight. “I thought everyone had left.” I smiled, standing up from the chair in my dressing room, walking over to Daveed. He had changed from his revolutionary era clothing and into a Oakland hoodie, and some light wash jeans. “So did I.” He smiled. “I did want to let you know that you did amazing, and you should think about applying to be an understudy at least.” I walked forward as he was talking to me. I cut off the sentence he was forming, by pressing my lips to his. My arms were draped around his shoulders and his found their way around my torso. We held each other close as our lips moved against each others. I wanted to treasure this forever. I loved the warm and fuzzy feeling I got whenever I was around him. I loved how he made me feel loved. This was perfect. Man, what I did for love.

#Daveed Diggs #daveed diggs x reader #hamilton #thomas jefferson #marquis de Lafayette #lafayette x reader #lafayette #alexander hamilton #Philip Hamilton #HAMILTRASH #John Laurens #john laurens x reader #alexander hamilton x reader #lin manuel miranda #lin manuel miranda x reader #lin manuel x reader #Hercules Mulligan #philip hamilton x reader #Anthony Ramos #anthony ramos x reader

[sillyteecup]

City Lights: 04. Best part

Daveed Diggs x South African!Black!O.C

Ch.4

Warnings:

18+

Swearing/cursing

Oral: m recieving

Soft ass smut

Masturbation

A.N: first off. This chapter is 18+. Secondly, this chapter is not relevant to the plot. I just decided to give you guys nice time for the last time until like the last chapter and the epilogue. I'm joking. I don't know if the misery will last that long. Anyway, enjoy, I love you❤️(p.s excuse my terrible depiction of giving head. I'm sorry ❤️)

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Sandhurst: Xaluva/Mokoena residence

06 April 2020

7:30 p.m

In the month Mawande had been with Daveed so far, things had been pretty good. Yeah sure, black Twitter but other than that she was good. Her friends although shocked, were happy for her her, her family seemed okay with it and the country was generally accepting of it. Sinovuyo? No reaction so far, but she didn't wanna think about that.

She just wanted to make the most of the weekend she'd be spending with her man. Unrealistic as it seems, Amo, Lulama, Neo and Rafa were out of town. Amo and Rafa in Cape Town, Neo in Mpumalanga, and Lulama in New York. All of them out of the province for a weekend. A weekend Mawande was not about to let go to waste. Even if it meant they were just relaxing on the couch in one of Daveed's Oakland t-shirts and a panty, going over their scripts, she was okay with it.

Well until she got bored that is. Her head on his lap, she reached up and gave his jaw a gentle tap with her finger, signaling that she wanted attention. "No. We said we'd do this for 3 hours and I'm pretty sure it hasn't even been an hour yet," he scolded her, his eyes still on the paper in his hand. Just as Neo and Lulama always said, Mawande had this tendency of forgetting how old she was when she was around Daveed. "Haa (this is whiny and soft) but I'm bored," she whined. He paid no attention to her. Her eyes widened in shock. "Yoh. Bomb?" she gasped. "Okay," she hummed to herself. Just as Mawande was about to reach for the script, an idea popped into her head. She grabbed her phone which got a side eye from Daveed. "Relax, I'm just playing music. I need to concentrate." He nodded and went back to his script. Mawande went straight into Apple music and played Sweet time by Raveena. She put her phone back down and sauntered to the kitchen.

"Two birds on the window. Sunday morning limbo. I'm dancing in a bigger room," she sang softly as she gracefully moved towards the fridge. She grabbed the can of whipped cream and smirked at it before closing the fridge and sauntering back to Daveed. Instead of returning to her place on his lap, she settled in between his legs, sitting on her heels. Daveed looked over the paper at his girlfriend and raised a questioning eyebrow. "What are you doing?" Mawande simply smiled and batted her eyes innocently. "I'm taking my, sweet time yeah," she sang as she caressed his hairy legs, pushing the hems of his shorts up to his pelvic area. She took the whipped cream and sprayed it on his thigh. Under Daveed's intense gaze, she proceeded to lick it all off before moving to the next thigh and doing the same thing. She got up and moved to straddle him, only for her to reach for his script and settle in between his legs again. "3 hours right?" she said innocently as she handed him the paper. He gave her a stern look. As if he was saying "Don't start with me". But she didn't care. She watched as he made the decision to go over his script and smirked. She had a boner to take care of.

Standing on her knees, Mawande reached for the waistband of his shorts. Daveed adjusted himself so she could take them off completely. Her eyes widened when his dick sprang out. "Shit," she muttered. Daveed smirked behind the pages. Everytime Mawande saw his dick, her reaction would always be the same. No wonder she could never get it in fully. Though she always wonder what it would feel like inside her. Oh well.

Mawande used a little bit of the cream on the tip and licked it all off with the pre-cum. She looked up at Daveed. The man was struggling to keep his cool. Mawande could tell that he wanted nothing more than to grab her hair and fuck her throat. But he couldn't. Because she said so. That was the rule they had made up. He or she or pleasures the other orally, gets to make the rules in that particular situation. So he had to listen to her and read or she'd stop. Once again grabbing the can, she sprayed the whipped cream down his long length, making him shrudder. Taking a second to admire his strained face screwed up in concentration and focus on his script, his tense body and his creamy dick, she licked her lips.

Finally Mawande took him into her mouth. Well she took what she took could of him into his mouth and got to work. Tongue swirling around him, savouring the taste of his salty delight mixed with the slightly sweet cream. Like a candy cain dipped in caramel. She could feel him twitch and brought her delight. "Shit baby," she heard him choke out. Holding on to what she couldn't take in, she bobbed her head trying to give him the best pleasure. At this point he was throat deep inside her nearing release. She glanced up at him, his eyes were shut tight as her hands made contact with his balls. A single tear had found home on his left cheek as she gagged. His hands were twitching. Not touching her was torture he just had to endure. Until he couldn't anymore. For the 3rd time in their relationship, Daveed's seed shot down Mawande's throat.

She popped him out of her mouth and wiped the spit and cum off her chin before sending a sheepish grin his way. Daveed let out a breathless chuckle as he put his shorts back on. "I swear you get better every time," he mused. Mawande simply smirked and got up to straddle him on the couch.

"Only you would compliment me on the way I give head."

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Sunsets in South Africa had always been beautiful, hell they were becoming his favourite thing to watch. But Daveed knew the true sight to behold was his queen. Mawande. Cuddled up on a loveseat on the balcony, the pair watched the sun subside as the soft guitar chords of Best part filled the air. It wasn't the first time they'd done this. It had become a regular thing after Mawande confessed that she'd always dreamed of watching the sunset with a significant other. She'd just never found someone with a schedule similar to hers. Daveed didn't mind, as long as it meant seeing Mawande happy and at ease, he'd do it a million times over.

"You don't know babe, when you hold me. And kiss me slowly it's the sweetest thing," she coeed softly. Daveed smiled. He could never get enough of hearing his angel sing. "And it don't change. If I had it my way, you would know that you are, oh." Daveed pulled Mawande closer to him and kissed her on her temple making her giggle. She adjusted herself to face him. She cupped his face in her small hands and sang: "You're the coffee that I need in the morning. You're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring. Won't you give yourself to me? Give it all, oh I just wanna see."

His lips gently met hers, moving in sync as if God had specially crafted them for each other. Tongues moving in what felt like a perfectly choreographed ballet. But alas, human being need oxygen. Daveed broke the kiss, lips making contact with her neck. Her skin was soft and smooth, Daveed would make it his canvas and leave it decorated with dark dacels of his love for her. She rolled her hips, only plunging Daveed deeper into arousal. His hands journeyed up her body to her breasts. His left hand rubbed circles on and flicked her left nipple. The other hand tugged and squeezed, eliciting a stifled moan from Mawande. His left hand abandoned her nipple and went straight for the lace fabric covering her sex.

Their eyes met once more for a non verbal agreement. Both dark with lust, they silently made reached a mutual decision. Pushing the material aside, he pushed 2 fingers into her soaking wet pussy making her gasp. "Holy shit, its like a lake in here," he chuckled. Her hands found themselves knitted in his curls, tugging as he chased her orgasm. She came but Daveed wanted more. He wanted more than to make her cum with his fingers or fingers. He wanted to be inside her, to fill her up. To paint her walls with his seed. He wanted to explore every aspect of her body. He wanted their first time to be slow and gentle.

"I wanna make love to you," he whispered into her ear. She nodded breathlessly. He smiled and picked her up and to carry her to her bedroom. Daveed laid Mawande down gently and slowly removed her panties while kissing up her thigh. Her aroused state was a sight he never wanted to forget. The way her skin glistened and her plump lips parted. He loved it all and wanted to treasure it.

He was thrown out of his thoughts when an fluffy black cushion hit his face accompanied by a giggle. "I am so sorry but I called you 3 times and you seemed far gone," she snorted. He chuckled at her behaviour. "I am so gonna get you for that." He dove onto her bed and got her in a light tackle. His fingers attacked her side, making her burst into fits of uncontrollable laughter. "Ha-ah (no) Daveed I said I was sorry," she said between laughs.

He stopped.

"Beg," he said smirking down at her. Her eyes widened in shock. "You high on tik shame," she said. Daveed grinned before pinning her against the headboard and continuing his tickle attack. "Okay okay! Please, please, I'm sorry daddy," she cut herself off immediately. Daveed heard her though and he was amused. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at her. "Who?" "Daveed," she muttered stubbornly. "Is that right?" he taunted. Not giving her an opportunity to answer, his hands made contact with her sides again making her erupt into even more laughter. "DADDY! I SAID DADDY!" she yelled in surrender. He stopped to stare at her in sheer amusement. "I'm sorry if it weirds you out, I just-" she was cut off by a soft kiss. "It's okay. I'm not complaining. I actually like it," he shrugged. "Can we do that tomorrow though? I just wanna love every fibre of your being tonight," he suggested as he kissed her hand. She nodded shyly.

He knew she was no virgin but damn she seemed so innocent. Sometimes he forgot about her filthy her mind was. He'd have to take care of that tomorrow though. Tonight was all about worshipping the goddess that lay before him.

"Condom?" he asked her. "IUD," she shrugged. He grinned. She took her t-shirt off and moved closer to Daveed. His eyes drank up her bare form, every curve, every stretch mark, every scar from her childhood adventures. She was a work of art on her own. Probably the most beautiful one he had ever laid his eyes on. He laid her back down and got in between her legs. He stroked himself a few times before entering her slowly. The sight of her arching her back made his head spin as he repeated the action a couple more times. As much as her lustful moans were music to his ears, he needed to taste her lips. He leaned down and kissed her as he gently thrust in and out of her. Finally her walls clenched around him and she came. It was that moment where he had heard the most filthy yet beautiful sound to escape her lips. The sound of her entering pure euphoria. Eventually he reached his climax and came with a growl, filling her up with his seed. He rolled off her and got off the bed. She followed and reached up to kiss him. "That was fucking amazing," she sighed in content.

"Now as much as I enjoyed that, I can't stand being sweaty for too long, so are we taking a shower or a bath?"

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Sandhurst: The Xaluva/Mokoena residence

10:23 a.m

The next day

Daveed slowly opened his eyes awakening from his slumber. The first thing in his line of sight was Mawande, light breaths escaping her slightly parted lips. The natural light of the sun made the exposed skin of her back and shoulder glow. Her dreads laid sprawled all over the pillow, covering most of her face.

Time and time again he had to reassure her that she was beautiful, even in her sleep. Mawande always disagreed saying "Nope, I look like the bloody Grinch."

She got restless and began twisting and turning, accompanied by a few barely audible groans before finally waking up to a smiling Daveed staring at her in nothing but admiration. "Mmm morning," she murmured. A tired smile etched itself onto her face. "Mornin' love." Both their voices were still hoarse from the night before.

"You look absolutely beautiful," he said leaning in to kiss Mawande. Before their lips could meet, Mawande groaned in disdain and shook her head in disapproval while pushing his face back. "What?" Daveed chuckled. "Morning breath mixed with a fuckload of last night's alcohol. Eintlek you're trying to kill me neh?" she said with a fake gag accompanied by a look of disgust. "Oh come on," he pleaded with a pout. "Nope, umlomo wakho uyanuka (your mouth stinks). Hambo xukuxa bruh (go brush your teeth)," she grumbled. The only reason why he understood what she had just said was because she had said it a number of times before.

"Well yours isn't any better," he snarked. "Well you don't see me trying to kiss you now do you?" she shot back with a smirk. He pushed her face back and got out of bed. She laughed and stretched her arms before getting out of bed and stretching the rest of her body. Daveed had seen her naked before, but her bare form in the morning light was just a different sight. She truly was a goddess. Once again he was separated from his thoughts by a pair of shorts making contact with his face. He shot his grinning girlfriend a playful glare.

"You've gotta stop doing that."

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7:00 p.m

Daveed was pretty tired by the time he got back to Mawande's place. He had a work emergency to attend to in Benoni so he had to leave her for 3 hours. He was reluctant, knowing how easily his girlfriend got bored, but she managed to convince him that she'd be fine. He left with the thought that he'd find her seated cross legged on the couch with a book and wine glass in hand. The same expectations he had as he turned the door handle. He walked into the house, but instead of Mawande on the couch, he found rose petals on the floor leading to her bedroom.

Curious, Daveed followed the trail she left and the sound of music until he reached his destination. The candle lit bathroom. A chair and table with a bottle of wine accompanied by a wine glass were stationed next to the bathtub where his goddess bathed. Head thrown back and dreads tied up into a neat bun, her soapy hands caressed her breasts, covering them in soap. Fingers playing with her nipples, running over her areolas. Body covered in soap, still sexy as ever. "Sit back and relax your mind, just ride," she sang as her hands moved down to her crotch.

She knew he was there.

Daveed was intrigued. He wanted to put his hand over hers, guide her to her clit, make her feel the pleasure she deserved. Instead he just took a sip of his wine. "Sit back, relax, just ease your mind," she cooed when her fingers made contact with her clit. Daveed was mesmerized by the sigh beholding him. But he was also curious. "What did I do deserve this?" he asked, intrigue evident in his tone. "Mmm nothing. Just thought you'd like to keep me company. Perhaps tell me about your day? Talk to me." Daveed was suprised that she could say so much in her rather...interesting condition. "Loyiso, Thomas and I had to re-shoot a couple of scenes because Shona had extra ideas for it. It all went pretty smoothly really," he shrugged as he took another sip of wine. "How was your day?" he added.

Her eyes clamped shut as she hit a sensitive spot. A gasp escaped her parted lips. "Fuck," Daveed murmured. At this point, he was hard and positive she didn't know how beautiful she looked. "It was okay. Read a book, finished it, and now here I am," she shrugged. Daveed's grip tightened on the arm rest, he licked his lips as his eyes drank up the delicious sight that was Mawande touching herself. He could tell she was close, but he never expected her to remove her hand from her pussy.

"I want you to finish me off...Daddy," she whispered.

She sounded so innocent, yet so seductive at the same time. Something in Daveed snapped. He wanted nothing more than to to fuck her. Be it on her bed, against the bathroom wall, in the bathtub, he didn't give a fuck. As long as he got to paint her core with his seed. Their eyes met. Hers had darkened with lust, her pupils had dilated. She wanted it just as much as he did.

"Drain the tub," he commanded lowly.

She wordlessly obeyed. Daveed reached for her towel and gestured for her to move closer to him. He stood up and moved towards the tub, stretching his arms out so he could dry her off. When he felt she was dry enough, he helped her out of the tub and took her hand, walking her back to the bedroom. Mawande took the lotion from her vanity and handed it to Daveed, who used it to moisturize her body till her skin was as smooth and soft as usual. Daveed got up to return the lotion to the vanity before turning his attention back to Mawande. She sat on the bed cross legged awaiting attention.

Like a good girl.

"My good girl," he mused as he stalked towards the bed unbuckling his pants. He stripped himself of his clothing, not once taking an eye off his aroused lover. The hungry look she had gave him life. She was impatient. He could tell. And he had no reason to keep her waiting.

"What do you want Princess?"

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[halo-of-honey]

Concrete Junge

Daveed Diggs x Original Fem. Character

Synopsis: Emerson O'Connor has always dreamed of playing in a Broadway pit orchestra. After fleeing Boston to move back home to New York, she is approached by Lin and her whole world changes. But moving to a new city to get away from her past may not be as simple as she originally hoped.

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Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20

Chapter One: Dreaming

All I had ever wanted was to work for a Broadway pit orchestra. It had been my dream since I had first picked up a violin when I was only eight years old. Four years after graduating from Berklee I was back in New York playing cello for a small theater in Queens. I was commuting from my mom’s house where I was living, when the theater producer decided to try putting on In The Heights . It was a pretty bold choice, considering Hamiltonhad only just launched itself into Broadway superstardom. But also, not many theaters chose to put it on because of it’s unique and highly cultural nature. It was much easier to pick “safer” options like Into the Woods or Once Upon a Mattress.

I was excited to do In The Heights , though. I had seen it when I was in high school and thought it was brilliant. Somewhat abashedly, I liked to brag about seeing it when Lin Manuel Miranda was still in it, especially with his newfound fame. The music was exciting and different and I was truly enjoying playing it. Closing night was a big deal for us though, there was a rumor going around the theater that someone had donated big money to the theater and that a handful of tickets had been bought for our only, almost always empty private box. It was that night that I was plucked from obscurity. It was that night that everything in my life changed.

Moments before curtains, a buzz went through the entire cast and crew. Lin Manuel Miranda, his beautiful wife Vanessa, and a small posse ofHamilton cast were at the show that night. Somehow Lin had gotten word that we were putting on a production of his show and made sure he was there to see it. Everyone put on the best performances of their lives that night, including myself. From our little pit, I could just make out Lin’s ponytail in the dark theater. What I didn’t realize is that while he was watching the actors intently, he was also watching me intently.

After the show, Lin and Vanessa came backstage to say hello and give us praise. Everyone gawked at him, but I had split open a callus on my finger halfway through the second act and was trying my best to clean out and bandage my wound. I hadn’t even noticed when Lin found me huddled away from everyone, wincing as I picked the torn skin from my finger. I was just wrapping my finger with a tiny bandaid I found in the bottom of my cello case as well as a piece of scotch tape to keep it on when Lin’s sneakered feet appeared in my line of vision.

“Hey, you’re the cellist right? Emerson O’Connor?” he said warmly.

I looked up, eyes wide, “Oh! Yes...that’s uh...that’s me!” I said, quickly putting my hands behind my back.

“Is your hand okay?” he said, leaning to peer around me for my hands. “I thought I saw you trying to mop up some blood in the middle of ‘Alabanza.’”

“Ah...one of my calluses ripped.” I answered.

He didn’t seem like he was going to stop trying to look so I brought my hand out to show him, “Damn! Did you play through the rest of the show with that?” he asked, looking at my finger.

It did look pretty gruesome, I had to give him that. The callus had shorn almost all the way off and I had already bled through the tiny bandage and scotch tape, “I did...it’s nothing new really. Happens all the time, I practice too much.”

“As gross as that looks, consider me impressed. I’ve burst some serious blisters during shows before and it’s almost maddening how much it hurts and still to have to keep going.”

“Thank you?”

Lin laughed, a full laugh that seemed to warm me from the core, “Anyway, I came to find you because besides the injury I was really impressed with your playing. You’re incredibly talented and you seem to have a real feel for the music. I could see you bobbing along to the beat. I also noticed you putting in some little bits of your own flair, which was really cool.”

“Oh, thank you.” I said trying to stay calm. “I’ve worked really hard to get the feel that you put into the show. I actually saw it back in the day...when you were in it.”

“Yo! For real? That’s amazing. Did you like it?”

“Yeah, of course. I hadn’t seen anything like it.”

“Have you listened to any of Hamilton yet?” he asked bluntly.

“A little here and there. But I’ve been so busy practicing for this...” I admitted sheepishly.

“How would you like to come see it instead?”

I blanched, “I...you don’t...that’s very kind...” I stammered.

“Em,” he said firmly, shortening my name. “I’m trying to get you in my life here. Do you dig me?”

“I...no...I don’t think I’m following. What?”

“Alright, I’ll lay it out for you.” he said, pausing for effect. “ Hamilton is looking for a new cellist. I want you to come be our new cellist.”

There was suddenly a loud rushing in my ears. My heart started pounding uncomfortably fast in my chest and Lin’s face seemed to be sucked into a radial blur. “You want me to what?”

“Emerson, take a deep breath.” Lin said, putting his hands on my shoulders. “Focus on my voice, okay?”

I did as I was told, nodding, “Okay.”

“You deserve this. You really do. Come work for me. Come play for Hamilton .” he said.

I blinked at him, “I don’t live in the city.”

He smiled, clearly this was funny, “Don’t worry about that. Just say yes. We can figure the rest out later.”

“Yes...of course. Yes.” I blabbered, everything that just happened rushing in all at once.

“Good, great!” he said, grinning. “Give me your email so I can let you know when to come down. We can chat, I’ll help you figure out whatever you need. Alright?”

I nodded, “Okay. Yeah...yeah!”

I gave him my email and then he said goodbye and I noticed Vanessa standing down the hall waiting for him. I waved at her and she smiled, giving me a little wave back before the two of them turned and disappeared around the corner. I stared down at my ripped finger, watching as the blood dripped onto the floor. Lin Manuel Miranda wanted me . He wanted me to play for his hit Broadway show. He was going to help me figure it all out. He wanted me and I had possibly just bled on his shirt. I was dreaming for sure.

A few days past and I had convinced myself that I had been dreaming. But then as I rode the train down to Queens for rehearsal for our next show, I checked my email only to find one from Lin. I nearly yelped, nearly cried, then realized I had made an audible noise on a public train and people were looking at me. I flushed and turned into the window so I could read the email in peace.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: when can you start?

Yo Em!

Hope you’re doing well! Do you know when you might be able to start? We would love to have you as soon as possible, but I know that might be hard with other work. Let me know if I can help!

Did you want to come see the show first?

Talk to you soon, superstar!

Lin

I could’ve died. It took me the rest of the train ride to formulate a good response. I would’ve taken longer, but I knew it wasn’t going to get any better and I needed to hustle to rehearsal. I pressed send just as I walked into the theater.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: RE: when can you start?

Hi Lin

I’ve been doing fine. We’ve already started work on our next show ( Brigadoon ...lame). I’m not sure when I could start. I could put in my two weeks...but I don’t have an apartment in the city. I commute from Cold Spring to Queens nearly every day as it is. Any suggestions?

Maybe that would be good...but I wouldn’t want to take tickets from someone else.

Thank you again...really...

Emerson

I wasn’t able to check my email again until the train ride home that night. I assumed he wouldn’t have responded, knowing he was probably very busy. He surprised me yet again though, having responded only a few hours after my message.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: brigadoon is pretty lame

Cold Spring’s a haul...let me ask around. Maybe I can find you something cheap.

Don’t worry about stealing tickets. I want you to meet the fam. Alex is already foaming at the mouth to meet you. Do you have a show this weekend? Sunday matinee? I’ll take you to dinner after.

Your new bestie, Lin

I couldn’t help but laugh. We had barely spoken and he was already proclaiming us besties. The woman in the seat across from mine glanced at me, but I didn’t care. Things in my life seemed to be improving finally. I was excited not to have to live with my mom anymore as well. But I tried my best to be patient. I answered as the train cruised past West Point, doused in moonlight.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: bringing her home to meet the fam

Okay, thank you for looking into that.

Alex Lacamoire? THE Alex Lacamoire? I’ve died. You’ve killed me.

I don’t have a show this weekend. Sunday matinee sounds fine.

Glad to be considered your bestie, Emerson

I got his next email on the train the next morning.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: I’M A MURDERER!!!

Yes, the Alex Lacamoire. We found your YouTube btw...loved the Clint Eastwood cover. Didn’t know you could rap AND play cello. You’re a boss!

Come early, do you know your way to the theater?

Lin

Frustratingly my phone died before I could finish my response and I had to wait to get to the theater to recharge it. I tried to answer quickly on my break, but then my director wanted to talk to me. I followed him into his office and he shut the door, inviting me to sit. The only other time we had sat like this was when he hired me and I was suddenly very concerned as to what he needed to discuss with me. He seemed to hesitate for a painfully long time before getting started.

“There’s been some chatter going around that you were talking in private with Mr. Miranda after the show last weekend.” he said, sounding rather stiff.

“Yes, he came to speak with me. Why? Is there a problem?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

“Well, Emerson...some people have been complaining. Wondering why you got special treatment.”

“It wasn’t special treatment, he just wanted to speak to me. He appreciated some of the liberties I took with the music. His music.”

My director folded his fingers on his desk, “That may well be, but people aren’t happy and they’re expecting me to do something about it.”

I blinked at him, “Do what exactly?”

“I think it might be best to put you on a probationary period...” my director started.

“You’re firing me?” I asked incredulously. “You’re firing me because a famous Broadway writer wanted to speak to me and people aren’t happyabout it?”

“Now, Emerson...there’s no need to get upset. I will of course write you a raving reference. There’s plenty of other theaters out there.”

Suddenly all of this was very funny and I started to laugh loudly, “You’re damn right, there are!” I chortled.

“We’ll pay you for the rest of the week...”

I stood up too fast and knocked my chair over, “Yeah save it. I won’t be coming in.” I said, turning to leave. I had my hand on the door when I thought of something, “You want to know what Lin really wanted to talk to me about?”

“I...I guess?”

“Lin offered me a job. He wants me to come play for Hamilton . I was going to quit in a few weeks anyway. Tell people about that and see how they feel.” I snapped and then left the room.

When I turned, I could see a small group of people who had been listening in. I grinned at them maliciously, “Did you get all that?” I snapped and they quickly scattered.

I went to pack up my cello and made my way to the train station. I had to wait a while on the track for the next train north. I found an empty bench away from everyone and tried to sift through the strange combination of amusement and anger that was coursing through my veins. So to distract me, I took the time to respond to Lin’s email now that my phone was charged up.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: wanna know something funny?

I got fired today. For having a conversation with you. I got fired...because “people” were “unhappy” that you came to talk to me. I almost can’t stop laughing. I also really want to punch something I’m so furious. I really hope you’re serious about me coming to work for you.

Wow, I forgot about that channel. I made it right after college. Haven’t made anything since I’ve been back in New York though. Don’t have the space for it.

Richard Rogers, just off Times Square? How early?

Emerson

When I got home to my mom’s, she of course wanted to know why I was back so early. After explaining to her that I was fired, she was furious with me. I could’ve told her that I had this new job already lined up, but I could tell she didn’t want to hear it. She was already a few drinks in and I knew she wouldn’t believe me if I told her I was offered a job for a real Broadway show. So I decided to give her some space and drove myself to my favorite diner to have some dinner and check my emails in peace. As I slid into a booth and ordered a burger, I saw an email back from Lin.

To: [email protected] From: [email protected] Subject: fuck them. come join the loooove

WOW! RUDE! Clearly I got you out of there just in time. (Yes of course I’m serious about you coming to work for me.)

We’ll find you some more space someday. You gotta break out those raps again. Cuz daaaaymn girl, you good.

Come by an hour before curtain and tell the person at the door you’re here to meet me. I’ll let her know you’re coming.

Lin

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[summerofsnowflakes]

1. Tipsy Decisions

Summary: Y/n and Daveed has been flirty friends for a while, she decides to make them a little more than just friends after getting a lil bit drunk. 

Daveed Diggs x Reader 

Word Count: 2K 

Warnings: 18+ There is some smut. 

A/N: This was purely a self indulgent story for myself after a pretty crappy evening.   Enjoy 

Although the night was young, you had already managed to get a tipsy far too early. You and your friends were out for a chilled night at a bar in the city, convinced at this stage you had surpassed that club lifestyle. However, even in the early stages of the night the group got louder and actions got sillier, if you were being honest with yourselves, you couldn't further from the truth. As you sat around the table chatting you noticed the missing presence of two very important members of the group, Rafael and Daveed. You and Daveed had the flirty banter friendship thing going perfectly, but there was something between you but neither of you seemed ready to take this further than that for the time being. Maybe tonight could change that.

"Earth you Y/n." The sound of your friend's voice bought you back to reality.

"Sorry what?" You asked, you could feel your body heating up.

You were met with a knowing look. "And who were you thinking of then huh missy? They asked in a teasing tone.

You glared, they were very aware of your situation. "I doubt I need to say it really, but I'm going to sleep with Daveed."

"Excuse me?" You were met with an amused look.

You repeated yourself. "Tonight's the night, I am going home with Daveed. Providing he's happy with that of course. "

"Good one sis." You know your firend saw it as a joke because you had said this before, countless times actually and you always chicken out. You ignored the disbelief in their voice and focused on letting the liquid courage relax you and enjoyed the nervous buzz as you impatiently waited for Daveed and Rafa to arrive.

You were not disappointed by the sight you were met with as he made his way over your table, he was dressed in a plaid cuffed trousers and white dress shirt that was tight enough that it accentuated his arms. His signature curls bounced as he stepped. You felt like you your skin was buzzing in anticipation. Daveed always looked good but tonight was another level, you were already so gone for him. He managed to land himself in a chair next to you and you were hit with his cologne as he pulled you into a hug to say hello. You wanted to melt into his touch right there, but you pulled yourself back and acted as though he wasn't having this effect on you. You reveled in the attention he focused on you, and flirted with him non stop, you left light touches on his arm and you made sure he had a good shot of your cleavage. You did your best to be more full on than normal, in the hopes he would catch on, it certainly didn't go unnoticed by Rafael and Daveed as they shot each other unspoken looks about your behaviour.

You and the girls had decide dance as the drinks continued to flow, while the remaining friends stayed sitting, they changed up seats to so they could chat over the music in the bar. You weren't aware but Daveed couldn't take his eyes off you. Your not so subtle tactics had really been paying off for him and he was entranced as  swayed your hips to the beat and sang along, you were having the best time but it was time to set you plan in motion. You 'accidentally' tripped right by where he was sitting so that as you fell you landed in his lap, you giggled loudly.

"You okay Y/n? you didn't hurt yourself?" He looked at you with concern and he naturally placed his hands on your body.

Still laughing you replied as sweetly as you could. "I'm fine, sorry hun total accident. Thank you for cushioning my fall though." You ran hand down the opening of his shirt and hooked your fingers around his necklace, ghosting your fingers over his chest as you spoke.

He laughed back still holding onto your body. "Anytime sweetheart."

"I must say though Diggs, you look positively fantastic with me on top of you."

"Oh yeah? well you are a beautiful sight."

You looked away momentarily as you felt your shyness trying to creep back in. You shook her off quickly though before leaning in closer to him. "Can I tell you a secret D?" He leant in too before you continued. "I'd like to be on top of you without any clothes on."

Daveed coughed loudly as you spoke to drown out your words to the people around you, he looked around the group quickly to check whether you had been heard. His eyes flickered back to you, studying your face as he tried to figure out whether you're joking.

"I would let you take me right here if you would let me." You purred into his ear.

That was enough for him he felt the room spin at your words. "Meet me in the bathroom." He whispered back and you nodded giddily at your success.  

The next five minutes were a total blur and it wasn't until you were being pressed up against a cubical wall that your head resurfaced from the Daveed's intoxicating waters. You held on to him for dear life as he assaulted your lips and your neck with kisses, you were desperate for one another. One hand trailed down your body while his other hand was placed at the side of your head, you were trapped, not that you were trying to go anywhere. You deepened the kiss and you felt his hand reach under the short flowy dress and his fingers ghosted along your panties. You moaned at the mere contact with his hands on you and his other hand flew to your mouth.

"Y/n, baby. You need to be quiet darling or you're gunna get us in trouble." Unable to talk, you nodded in response.

He let go of your mouth and went back to work down below as he roughly kissed you again. He expertly moved your panties to the side and he ran his finger slowly over your clit, you could have come undone right there it. He moved slowly in a circular motion and your head fell back against the wall, your breathing increased at the pressure you felt on your most sensitive area. You heard the door to the bathroom swing open and you gasped as Daveed used this opportunity to slip his finger inside of you.

"Y/n. Are you okay? Do you need me to hold your hair back hun?" You heard one of your friends call out from the other side of the cubical. Your eyes widened and he smiled devilishly nodding at you to answer while he continued to expertly work you close to your orgasm with his fingers.

Through ragged breathing you found your voice, "I'm all good, just ummm. Just needed a minute to myself. I'll be out soon."

"Okay, well text me in you need me yeah?" She asked.

"Of course, thanks lovely."

When she had gone Daveed pulled his fingers out of you, teasingly slowly. Just as the knot in your stomach had began to form and you whined in response. Daveed ignored you and spoke softly and sweetly as though he didn't just have his fingers buried deep inside of you.  "Make an excuse to leave, I'll have an car out front in five. I'll go out first." He left with one more kiss to the lips. Needless to say your plan had gone way better than expected. You let out soft laugh to yourself about what had just happened, still in disbelief he left you in sexual suspense, half finished.  

By the time you had made your excuses, gotten the taxi to Daveed's flat and sat down on his sofa, you had more than enough time to feel more sober. In the cold light of the early hours of the morning your courage had diminished and you began to worry you had gone a bit too far with all of this. It seemed Daveed was in the same boat and as he handed you a glass of whiskey. Your hand brushed against his and you both chuckled to yourself about the whole evening. He powered through the awkwardness and sat himself down next to you, he started a conversation about something really random that helped you both feel more at ease. The drinks went down easy and the soft touches started back up again. Daveed's body called out to you and you couldn't resist him any longer. In a bold move you crawled into his lap to straddle him and ran your hands across his chiseled torso, he watched the movement of your hands very aware of his heavy breathing.

"Don't be nervous D, I told you earlier you look best when I am on top of you. Now stop fretting and kiss me." You brought your lips to meet his in a passionate kiss and both snapped back to the confident groove from earlier. In the heat of the kiss Daveed placed his hand firmly on your hips and moved you back and forth forcefully against the hardness of his cock. You both moaned at the sensation of the friction caused by your movements and you began to take over, grinding into him to show how much you were craving his touch.

Through the ragged breathing Daveed whispered in your ear. "Not that I am not enjoying this Y/n, but I want to finish what I started earlier for you Y/n? Clearly you itching with anticipation." His words sent a shudder down your spine and your cursed him silently for being so cocky even if he was right.

"Please." Was the only response you could manage as your body ached for his touch. He answered your prayers but teasingly so, he ran his hand up and down your body before slipping his hand under your dress for the second time that evening. This time lightly grazed his fingers agonizingly slow along your leg  and you wriggled in response trying to get him to touch you. He chucked lowly at your impatience. "Y/n you're body is so irresistible to me, let me enjoy touching you and I promise I'll get you there."

You let go of your impatience and allow him to have his way and when you were least expecting it he inserted his finger deep inside of you and you cried out in pleasure. He started off moving in and out slowly and you allowed him to have full control of your body. You whispered his name along with a full list of profanities. You started rocking yourself back and forth in time with his finger and he added another finger inside of you. You were a full on mess on top of him riding his hand and chasing your much needed relief, still pent up from earlier. Daveed looked up at you in total awe as did all the work yourself, his trousers grew incredibly tight. When sensed you were getting close he added a third finger and with his other hand he reached for your clit and massaged in a circular motion going at the same pace you were riding his hand.  Within second you were coming undone on top of him the pleasure sent shockwaves through your body as you rode out your high out slower now you had fallen over the edge.

As you came back down to earth you opened your eyes that had been screwed shut for who knows how long and Daveed is already smiling up and you. He looked proud of himself and you let out a breathless laugh.

"Girl, you have got me so gone. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen." Daveed spoke gleefully before leaning in and kissing you once again. "You think you can take another one?"

You smiled back at him, still floating. "D, I'm completely at your mercy."

That was all he needed to hear.

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[schpiedehl]

Reasons I hate the Hamilton fandom

Disclaimer: I’m a mod of one Hamilton fb group, an admin of another much smaller group, have seen the show twice, and a huge fan of many of the actors and creatives, not just the original cast. I am entrenched in the Hamilton fandom and have been for nearly 2 years so all of this comes from personal experiences with the fandom. I do not hate the actual musical and having talked to many folks and made friends through this fandom, I can confirm that it has had a positive effect on many people, especially aspiring actors of color. I had criticisms of the actual musical (reductive view of American history, perpetrates American exceptionalism, bootstraps narrative, not as feminist as fans insist, etc) but I’m mostly just addressing the issues within the fandom not within the media. The problems with the fandom is nebulous and manifold so I’m gonna try to be as thorough as possible here: - for those that don’t know, Hamilton is a show made by POC creatives for actors of color. The casting is not “color blind” it is racially conscious. All leads always, aside from the silly, villainous King George, are intended to be played by actors of color and the much of the fandom absolutely REFUSES TO ACKNOWLEDGE THIS. It ranges from the benign-seeing assertions that Hamilton is colorblind and therefore race of the actor doesn’t matter as much as talent (false, with the underlying belief that a white actor will somehow be better suited/more talented in a role that is literally not written for them) to petulant assertions that one white fan or another will be the first white actor to play x role, to erasing the racial identities of light-skinned black, latinx, and asian actors to fit the manufactured narrative that white actors can and have played principal roles and the show is therefore colorblind. Fans are quick to point out the ambiguous wording of “America then told by America now,” intended to subtly indicate POC, as meaning white folk, despite the continuous assertions by the creatives that this is simply not the case. - whitewashing in fan art. Hand in hand with the refusal by many white fans to acknowledge the fact that Hamilton the Musical is intended for POC, white fan artist almost universally draw the actors-as-characters with lighter skin, lighter eyes, and more typically European features. Lin, who played Hamilton in the original cast, is a Latino man of mixed race heritage with tan skin, black hair, and dark eyes yet fan art of him as Hamilton is nearly always pale, red haired, and sometimes even blue-eyed. Artists will defend this as interpretation and some will even indicate that Hamilton was white irl so this is more accurate but Hamilton irl and Lin were nothing alike and he presence of a goatee in Hamilton Fan art is an indisputable sign that the artist is drawing Lin, not the real life, baby faced Hamilton. Dark skinned actors like Okieriete Onaodowan (Hercules Mulligan in the original cast) are rarely drawn and when they are they tend to be heavily lightened. - characters deemed queer by the fandom - notably John Laurens who was thought to be gay or bi in real life by many historians - is often heavily feminized in fan art, despite the fact neither the character nor the actual figure are ever noted as being particularly effeminate. This is of course fetishization symptomatic of applying heteronormativity to gay relationships. - fans often reject and demonize female characters. This is not universal but many fans have negative reactions to Hamilton’s wife, Eliza (and ignore and/or demonize her in regards to the gay ship of Hamilton/Laurens, despite Laurens having died shortly after Hamilton married Eliza. Hamilton fans believe almost universally that Hamilton was bi irl, which is supported by historical consensus, but the notion of him actually being with a woman repulses much of the fandom. - basically standard biphobia). Fans are also extremely gross about Maria Reynolds. - a separate part of the fandom refuses to acknowledge both the historical consensus of the Hamilton/Laurens relationship and the fact that that musical contains several intentional references to it. I’ve been told many times to keep that “gay shit” out of the fandom. - shipping wars of course. - blind worship of the characters either without regard to their historical counterparts or including their historical counterparts. - slavery apologism. Comparing slaves to modern consumer items and/or farm animals to demonstrate the ubiquity of slavery and/or people’s mindset regarding it. While it is true that people are the product of their time, “everyone owned slaves” and “you cannot judge them by the Norms of our culture” are common silencing/apologist techniques which both lack nuance and perpetuate racist ideals. It also erases the fact that abolitionism and moral opposition to slavery existed not only in post-revolution society but also within the very people who owned slaves. Thomas Jefferson wrote that slavery was the worst evil while simultaneously owning and raping slaves. - I’ve encountered at least one person with a bona fide slavery fetish. That’s not the fandom as a whole but it is worth noting. - abhorrent beliefs are common re: Thomas Jefferson’s relationship with Sally Hemings. - this has basically been covered above but rampant racism is not uncommon in this fandom. You get the distinct feeling that a sizeable portion has never once interacted with a person of color before, based on the ways they claim ownership over the actors, portray the characters, talk about racial issues, etc - speaking of the actors: fans are very gross toward the actors in a variety of different ways. - fans fetishize the fuck out of Daveed Diggs, who played Jefferson in the original cast. Diggs, for reference is a biracial black Jewish man, a rapper, actor, and activist best known outside of Hamilton for his work with clipping., which includes an extremely politically charged afrofuturist space rap opera. Fans tend to do a couple things in regards to Diggs. One, they conflate him with irl Jefferson leading so some really and truly bizarre headcanons and fan interpretations. Diggs himself has no love for irl Jefferson and has - along with the rest of the cast - cautioned fans against romanticizing the real figures, apparently to limited success. More heinously, however, I have seen people claiming ownership of Digg’s body and hair (claiming they would be upset if his cut it, or would stop being his fan even), made comments about keeping him as a sex slave, fetishizing his ethnic features, or even denying his blackness in favor of fetishizing his white, Jewish heritage. I’ve even seen a white woman comment that she wanted to kill diggs’ black girlfriend, skin her, and wear her as a suit to attract Diggs. No fucking joke. Diggs work as a musician is loved by many fans but others reject it as “scary black music.” - this happens with other actors tho not as much as Diggs. Fans have made plenty of comments about Okieriete Onaodowan’s “big black spy on the inside,” for instance, showing further capacity to fetishize black bodies. - for many fans, the original cast can do no wrong. They will go out of their way to justify and forgive anything that can be seen as problematic rather than acknowledging that they can still like a person that has problematic aspects. - or conversely, they gang up on actors on twitter, or tag them in hate/undeservedly negative critique. - replacements and non-OBC casts are largely ignored and several of the actors have been trolled or sent hate simply because they are not the originals. There is also the mindset that no one could ever be better than the original and the show is not worth seeing without the originals which is extremely disrespectful toward the replacement actors. - a large portion of the fandom claims that Hamilton is the only rap they like, or that they don’t like hip hop at all. When the Hamilton mixtape - and album featuring inspired-bys and covers of Hamilton songs by contemporary singers and rappers, was released fans HATED IT, many pointed out that they hated the hip hop sound and the “bastardization” of the music. Many of the songs on the Mixtape were by artists which inspired Hamilton in the first place. - a lot of the fans are just plain cringey. Bad head canons which become more ubiquitous than the actual canon portrayals, extremely forceful when it comes to trying to “convert” people, extremely adverse to any kind of criticism of the musical, history, or the actors, obnoxious at cons, etc. - art theft is rampant - extreme classism re: bootlegs especially - older fans have a tendency to be extremely abusive toward younger fans. Not all young fans are bad but bad memes and stupid references are met with extreme, quick, and unwarranted vitriol.

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Some Favorite Fics /Ever/

August 21, Fanfiction Writer Appreciation Day (kinda yesterday for me but...)! So I’mma go ahead and appreciate some writers by listing as many of my favorite fics as I can find and remember. I’ll be linking them, as well as tagging the author (if they have a masterlist, I will also try to link that) so it’s easy for those of you who like to read fics to find some awesome ones. Here we go!

Rafael Casal x Reader

You’re Hot in a World That’s Cold (series) by @americanrevelation (masterlist)

Ughhhh this is such an amazing series! All the characterization is done so well, the writing is absolutely beautiful in style and I especially loved the volume and placement of good descriptive sentences makes your heart flutter, man. It’s good stuff. (Arnica has a ton of good fics and I highly recommend you check out their masterlist!)

Kid (oneshot, the possibility of a sequel has been discussed) by @hamimagines (masterlist)

Okay so I know the title of this is ‘Some Favorite Fics /Ever/’, but I’m still going to say, this is one of my favorite fics /ever/. I have reread it more times than I could ever keep track of. It is my go-to fic when I feel like rereading a good one. Rachel is amazing, and I highkey fangirled when I once received a message from them. Had a little dance party. Don’t tell. Anyway. Ranch’s got some amazing work and you should definitely check it all out.

Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Fate, Destiny, Whatever | One Long Post | Separated into a Bunch of Littler Parts (uhhhh really... long... fic?) by @lookaroundlookaroundhowlucky (masterlist) 

Alright, I have a pretty long post about this one... BUT I CAN SAY MORE. This fic is so good, guys. I could seriously go on about it for paragraphs. First of all, I have to say, I love it when authors who tend to write x reader fics will add original characters to their stories. Especially when those characters actually have significant roles in the story. The character’s Veronica and Marge were so beautifully well developed and amazing to read about. I absolutely loved how Ell wrote them and incorporated them into the story and no, I will never shut up about it. I don’t want to, but I’ll stop here. It was really hard to pick just one of Ell’s fics to put on here. They are all amazing and highly recommended.

Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Bit of a Flirt (oneshot) by @adothoe and @daveeddiggsit (Ant’s masterlist) (Bri’s masterlist)

Two great minds create something great together. Yo, this fic is such a well done pile of words. I look at it and think ‘wow, how can two people take only twenty six letters in the English alphabet and create something this beautiful’ and to this day, I do not know the answer. This fic is funny, it’s cute, it’s fun to read and it’s super well written. Definitely worth a read... or two... or three...

John Laurens x Reader

That Awkward Moment When (two part series) by @hamilton-noodles (masterlist)

You’ve probably seen this recommended many a time. If you haven’t, I’m here. If you have, you get to see it again. Seriously, this one’s so good. It was actually really tough to pick just one from Jo’s collection of works for this list. Everything on that masterlist is gold. If you haven’t read That Awkward Moment When, you’re missing out. It’s extremely well executed, it’s hella fun to read and enjoy and it’s worth a reread.

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Cramps (oneshot) by @imagineham (masterlist)

No joke, I reread this every time I wake up in the middle of the night with cramps. It’s extremely cute. One of my favorite things about Steph’s writing is that it’s the kind of writing I read when I want to be a part of the story, rather than feeling like I’m watching the story from the outside. Don’t get me wrong, I sometimes enjoy reading stories that I can watch from the outside. But Steph’s specific style always has me reeling on how her wording and structure and voice always makes you feel like you’re a part of the story. Good stuff.

That’s it! I know that’s only six, I have read a huge number of amazing fics on this website. I try to comment on every fic I read but I wish I could write a paragraph for each fic writer on tumblr, you all deserve one. Please continue to work hard, don’t give up on writing, even if your blog never becomes popular or whatever. Keep going. Even if you get nothing else from your experiences writing fanfic, your writing will improve. A ton. I notice it in my own writing and I notice it in other people’s writing. Keep going, you rock!

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