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elocinnicole · 6 months

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Much Needed Break

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Black!Reader

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

Requested: No

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

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

Word Count: 3K

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

“Maybe you need a break.” Jasmine suggested

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I am. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Alright girl, bye.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks.”

“Babe—”

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

“I-I was uh…playing video games?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Babe,”

“Thanks for the breakfast.”

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

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

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

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

“What the hell?”

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

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

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

“Last night?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry,”

“For what?”

“Being a bitch this morning.”

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

“It’s not your fault,”

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

“Are you serious?”

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

“What about the premiere tonight?”

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

“Daveed—” he cut you off with a kiss

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Make a whole movie.”

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

“Shut up, how are my babies?”

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

“Is Ari okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You deserve it.”

“What’s the plan for tonight?”

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

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

“Me either. I love you so much.”

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

“Make love to me, Daveed.”

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

“Daveed,” you moaned impatiently

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

“Damn baby just a thong?”

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

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

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

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

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

“You have me, baby.”

“Please…please.”

“Use your words, what do you want?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Make love to me. No more teasing.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey,” He breathed, you smiled softly.

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

“Thank you everything.”

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

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

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atombombbibunny · 2 years

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Daveed Diggs - Rafael Casal

* For Smut - under 18 DNI! I Know Series

Part 1

Part 2*

Part 3

Part 4

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I Knew Series (Unfinished)

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crushedsweets · 4 months

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What are your hc on how creepypastas voice sounds?

For me clockwork has a raspy voice! If I could choose a specific voice for her it would totally be Wendy Melvoin in Purple Rain 1964. (If you wanna hear her just search that). Toby sounds like David near's voice acting of him. And Nina prob sounds silly...

mmmmm when i think clocky, i think hailey steinfield (vi from arcane/gwen from spiderverse). but a little more mature and like you said, raspy ! MAYBE EVEN NATASHA LYONNE but thats pushing it in rasp

david near is good for toby!! maybe a little more warm and boyish for my hc, but otherwise perfect. YUI ALSO SAID RIGBY FROM REGULAR SHOW

i feel like jessica dicicco (flame princess from adventure time) is a really good nina... less cartoony would be jasmine cephas jones

for kate, vicci martinez .. i dunno why i just feel like its a decent fit

honestly david nears Jeff is also pretty good for him LMFAO he just sounds so obnoxious its perfect

ofc tim and brian are just their actors

ok this might sound totally crazy but dolly parton for jane strikes a cord. i know its insane. but more realistically, renée elise goldsberry is a good voice

donald glover (marshall lee from adventure time) is EJ.

HONESTLY jennifer tilly for lulu....

sandra oh for ann

BEN is gumball waterson.

sally, lazari, dina, and sadie i have no idea... i imagine sadie to have a bit of a southern accent for some reason though. but they all just have pretty young, girly voices. sally would also be pretty monotone, lazari and dina would be whiney. sadie would be hushed

#asks #none of these are set in stone obviously!! just little ideas bounced around in my head (and server) LOL #creeped #hcs

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deadpresidents · 5 months

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Hi, I always enjoy your book suggestions and when you talk about books, have you ever posted a shelfie? I imagine it would be cool to see!

I have so many books that I don't have enough space for all the bookshelves that I actually need, so I think my fellow book lovers would be disappointed in how unorganized my library has become. My bookcases are overloaded and I gave up long ago on trying to keep the subjects organized the way I would like to. And, since I don't have enough space for more bookcases, I've had to get creative in how I store many of them. There are a lot of stacks in my home, and I actually removed the doors of a closet and use an entire closet and the cupboards surrounding it as a makeshift bookcase.

As for the bookcases that I do have room for, there are a bunch of them and they all look like this:

I do understand that that's not how bookcases are supposed to work, but that's what it's come to. The rest of the books that can't fit on the shelves are stacked just about everywhere in my home -- on tables and dressers and in closets. Pretty much everywhere besides the bathroom or the kitchen. Once Jasmine Cephas Jones or Gugu Mbatha-Raw or Zoe Saldaña or Zazie Beetz or Tessa Thompson fall madly in love with me (I'm open to any of them...I'm not picky) and want to support my book addiction, I'll hopefully be able to find more space for shelving and organize my library in the manner that it deserves. I might even break out the Dewey Decimal System if we get that organized. Once all that happens, I'll share a proper "shelfie".

#Books #Shelfie #Reading #Libraries #Personal Library #Bookshelves #Bookcases #My Books

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xoteajays · 10 months

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miscellaneous ocs

fast and furious

name: leah cruz ship: han lue/han seoul-oh faceclaim: jasmine cephas jones summary: Leah and Han came as a package deal; they had for years, long before they met Dom in Mexico. They seemed inseparable, so when Han ‘dies’, it’s safe to say Leah spirals out of control. It’s the family that keeps her in line when every part of her screaming to do something she’d regret later. Instead, for the first time in years, she abandons her trusty bike, stepping back behind the wheel of a car.

name: angelo ‘angel’ guzman ship: roman pearce faceclaim: carlos valdes summary: Angelo Guzman was Ramsey's closest confidant. The two worked on God's Eye together. When Ramsey goes missing, kidnapped for that very device, the last people Angelo is expecting to find saving her were his old street friends from California. It's only obvious that he rejoins them, the family always comes back together.

name: santiago valdez ship: dante reyes faceclaim: gabriel luna summary: Santiago Valdez met Dante Reyes while just doing his job as a doctor. If he'd known saving Dante's life was going to throw his own life into turmoil, he doesn't know if he'd do it again - and those complicated thoughts worry him. At least with Dante, he's safe from Dante's enemies, but he doesn't know if that's necessarily a good thing. With family waiting and missing him, he grapples with the ideas of running or staying, especially when Dante starts with his fight with Dom Toretto.

name: yara nassar ship: cipher faceclaim: natacha karam summary: Yara Nassar was betrayed. She'd had a team once, under the leading of Mr Nobody, then Agent Aimes had chosen to abandoned her in favour of completing his mission. He had assumed she would die, never respecting her skills as an agent. When she survives, she doesn't return to the Agency, instead turning her betrayed feelings on befriending the Agency's enemy, the hacker Cipher. And maybe she develops feeling more than just respect for her new boss.

the old guard

name: dedaimia ‘dami’ voronina ship: andromache faceclaim: tatiana maslany summary: This was not the life Dedaimia Voronina had imagined for herself. Truly, she had thought little of her future. She had expected to die young, which she did. She had never thought she would wake up immortal after death. She was always a little messed up after, ever since the Guard had known her and brought her into their fray. Her death, long back in 19th century Russia, left an impact from which she never quite recovered. It was perhaps to be expected with having one’s skull crushed in. In death, she expected to be forgotten, which for the most part, she was. She was a ghost even unto herself, her memories scattered, forgotten, and shaky at best. She didn’t even remember her death. even without her memories, she at the very least had the Guard; and best of all, she had Andy.

#oc masterlist

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theatrekidstatus · 4 months

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Chapter 11

Y/n pov: -next month- "Y/N" Anthony yelled "YEAH" I yelled back "Let's go we have rehearsals" he informed I mumbled a bunch of stuff none were real words I changed into this

"You look beautiful babe" he compliments "Thank you," I say "Not so bad yourself " I complimented Wee better head out now" he advised "Yeah"

"BABE" Jazzy yelled"WIFEY" I scream back "We're GONNA BE ON BROADWAY" "FAMOUS COUPLE" "LEZZZZ GOOOOOO" "MAN WHAT YOU LOOKING AT US FOR" Jazzy screamed at Ant "Shi my bad" he replied "fuh boy" she calls "yo calm down jazzy" I warn "my bad" she 'apologizes' "now say sorry" I demanded "SORRY ANT" she yells "oh um no prob-" he says before getting cut off "THAT YOUR HAIRLINES RECEDING" she cuts off "there it is" "JASMINE CEPHAS JONES" renèe yells "IM SORRY ANT" she yells we didn't believe her. so we waited [ (; ] "DAMN I SAID SORRY" she yells agitated "I forgive you" he chockes up "coo" she replies "OK LETS GET TO WORK" Lin shouts we head to the stage it was so big (a/n: shut up) ok let's rehearse first song

-2 minutes later-

"when he was ten his father split full of it depth ridden"

-2 hours later- "let's take a break" (RUN AWAY WITH US FOR THE SUMMER LET'S GO UPDATE) "I'm so tired" I tell Ant "Did you eat" he asks "Yeah..." I lie "Are you lying?" "Yeah..." I admit "Eat this apple" he demands "ok..." I eat the apple "Now let's take a nap" he suggests I fell asleep while Ant was scrolling threw insta I wake up to a nudge "Hey, hey, babe wake up" "What happened" I rub my eyes with the bottom of my fist "we gotta rehearse" I yawn and get up "I bet you could sleep forever" renèe "LIN WHAT MY RECORD" he shouts"17 hours" "WHAT THE FUCK" "I was depressed"

-After rehearsal- "SEE YOU TOMORROW GANG" Lin yells "gang?" Jazzy asks with a raised eyebrow "Aren't we a gang" Lin asks "I'd take family" Pippa suggests "DIBS ON MOM" I shout "DIBS ON DAD" Ant shouts "Aw fuck" Lin mumbles "Anyway let's head home" Chris suggests "k" we all say in unison "you wanna stay at my apartment" ant asked "sure" "nice let's go" "but you don't have a car" I bring up "yeah" he tells "uh" "..." "uh let's go I guess" I say

-at apartment-

"Nice place" I compliment "Thanks, lemme get changed"

"Gah damn" I mumble "like what ya see?" He asks with a cocky voice and smiles "Hell yeah" I say flirtatiously. he chuckled and flopped in bed "you coming" he ask "i don't have anything to sleep in" I share "you did that on purpose" "maybeeeee" I joke "go get a t-shirt and boxers" he tells "YA-I mean ok" Anthony chuckled "your cute" "so are you" (imagine how Zendaya SOUNDED and that one interview when Tom holland said she was cute) "uh oh did nervous y/n come back" he ask with a smirk "no shut up" "THAT HURT MY FEELINGS MY WORDS MATTER" "👆🏾" he started fake crying "I'm sorry you big baby" I said while hugging him "it's ok" he faked sobbed i went to get his boxers and shirt "HOW DO I LOOK" "amazing" "ant" I whispered "what" "you're blushing" "oh um sorry um shit god" "JUST KIDDING" "🖕🏼" "I love you too now come here" "what" "I wanna spoon" "ok" we spooned and at 3:00 am we got a call "ughhhhhh" "do I Answer or" "pick Up I guess" "hello" "EW" "what" "it's that Alexa girl" "ew" "bye bitch" he said before hanging up "your funny" "I know" he says before falling back asleep

-next morning-

"WAKE UP" "SHUT UP" he started whimpering (STFU) "I'm sorry" "It's ok" We get ready

"Do you think you can move in those jeans" "yeah" "ok" "let's get donuts" "FUCK YEA" "let's go" we stopped at krispey cream "can I get-" "I WANT THE BEE DONUTS PLEASE" "HOW MANY" "ALL" "a dozen" "ALL" "DOZEN" "ok pull up please" "that will be 2.99 " (I don't know how much donuts cost) "thank you" "I WANTED ALL" I huff "you can have 2" "I DESERVE ALL" "you do but you only getting 2" "ghvghgdh" "sorry babe" it's fine"

-at the theatre-

"how was y'all sleep over" "good but Alexa called ant" "ew" "yeah but ant said 'bye bitch and hung up" "what she say" "um um" "ANTHONY" "huh" "WHAT LEXA SAY LAST NIGHT" "hi freckles" "ok" "YOU LYING" "NO JAZZY DANM" "AIGHT" "anyway I slept in his clothes" "oooooooo" "did y'all...you know" "JAZZY" "what" "it's ok and no we didn't" "OK LISTEN UP WE'RE GONNA BE ON BROADWAY SO THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT SO LETS GET TO WORK" "SIR YES SIR" "har de har" "now get up here" we got up there and didn't get down for 5 hours! I was wobbly and sick "UM LETS TAKE A BREAK" (rUn AwAy WiTh tHe SuMmEr LeTs Go UpStAtE) "You good pinky pie" "Shut up dude" "I'm Sirius" "Yeah...I'm im" then it went black. I hear loud sirens "Huh what happened" "Y/N" Ant and Lin yelled while they tried to jump in they only let Lin in and said "Sir your gonna have to meet her at the hospital I just saw angry tears flow down his face "L-Lin" "yeah" "what happened" "you fainted and we're out for 2hours" "it took y'all 2hours to call the ambulance" "IT TOOK THEM 2HOURS TO COME" "Lin shut up because if they throw us out on the streets what then" he chuckled we get there I got checked out they gave me pills and a chart on how much I should eat for each meal

-after rehearsals and at home-

"Hard day" "It was ok" (bars) "Let's eat" "I'm not really-" I was cut off by an intense stare given by Lin "I'll eat" "Good don't stuff or overeat"

-on broadway- "WOO OPENING NIGHT LETS GO HOW WE FEELING" "SCARED" "AND" "EXITED" "THATS WHAT I LIKE TO HEAR" "ok 45 minutes till places" "you nervous John" "No, I'm terrified" "don't be you did good off broadway" "just think of it as a bigger stage that's all it is" "just a bigger stage" he mumbled "exactly know get dressed" "I got-dressed" "ok" "oooooo updated costume?" "Yeah you should see my Phillip one" "Can't wait" "Is your mom here tonight" "Yeah she saved a seat for you and everything" Thanks babe I go find ant mom she waved me over and I sat with her and chatted about ant as a kid "oh he was so cute did you know he dimples on his butt" "no," I say giggling but not letting out the laugh I want "oh yeah he was cute the you know the baseball Super Bowl thing (I don't know what it's called or if it's even a thing😭😭) "yeah" "he loved it as kid he once pissed his pants not to miss it" "oh really" I say holding back I laugh "oh it's starting"

-After the show- "Can you show walk me backstage" "Of course" "HI BABE YOU DID SO GOOD" "THANKS babe, did you like meeting my mom" "Yep dimples" "Dim-?"He was caught off by embarrassment he went pale then red "Honey are you okay" "sí Mama que tu hablar como y/n" "You as a Child" "OK gracias" "No problema" "DONT worry I think it's cute" I say while kissing his cheek

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bcofl0ve · 2 years

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hi I just know you would love to discuss this. But the possibility of olivia and Austin hooking up at the Oscar’s if he’s single by then. Imagine the TOXICITY!!!!! THE RAGE!!! THE DRUNKNESS!!!

LOLL you’re right i would. and just because i don’t want ppl up my ass let me preface this with.

HYPOTHETICALLY HYPOTHETICALLY HYPOTHETICALLY if austin was single because cheating is bad 👎🏼…yeah whew. in the jasmine cephas jones/anthony fandom there’s the 💫bathroom theory💫 which in short is ‘they may be broken up and dislike each other but they’d fuck in a party bathroom if the opportunity arose’. and i doooo believe that mighttt apply to olivia and austin too. (not that i think they dislike each other, just that i think the rest of the theory applies LOL)

#im gonna get jumped if i start talking about angry press tour sex #but 👁👄👁#if any of y’all want to come off anon and chit chat in my DMs pls feel free #gossip time with mollie #austin butler #austin / olivia gossip time

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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I'm listening to Hamilton and I can't keep over jasmine cephas Jones's part in say no to this ... Just imagine reader absolutely belting that in an empty gym at training camp. The reverb.... Would be so perfect and then the teams being shocked and the coaches are like... This isn't what we meant when asked you to help them warm up...

Gen z anon

Fun fact: I've never seen Hamilton 😅 BUT I can relate to YN belting out a ballad in the gym while the team changes

"Hey do you guys hear that?"- Tendou says

"It sounds like singing..."- Reon

"Loud singing...Jesus is there an opera happening in the gym"- Shirabu says

The boys walk in to see their favorite precious manager, singing amd dancing with a mop to the lyrics of their favorite musical

Please these boys emotions range from 🙄 to 😐 to 🥲

When you finish and then around seeing the boys, you face heats wirh embarrassment

Suddenly Ushijima is clapping loudly and the rest of the team join in 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

"That was spectacular YN"- Ushijima 😐

"That- that was beautiful YN"- Semi 🥲

"Our manager is the most talented person alive"- Tendou 🤪

"Yn can you teach me to do that!"- Goshiki 🥺

"Shut up! YNs got talent, they aren't a miracle worker"- Shirabu 🙄

#my lovely bbys #gen z anon #live action headcannons 🤣

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thedarkestgreys · 1 year

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imagine this: me yelling at the screen watching the new transformers movie trailer but im solely yelling at anthony ramos over fumbling the bag so hard with jasmine cephas jones. like. BRO?????? you had JASMINE CEPHAS JONES.

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hamiltonimagines · 3 years

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Work Up the Nerve

Pairing: Jasmine x Reader

Request: “Maybe one where Jasmine tries to admit her feelings but one way or another can't but in the end it's the reader whi does the first step (?)” - @lunamadhatter99

Word Count: 1k

“What do you mean she likes me?” I asked Lin, clarifying. “I mean I was talking to Jasmine and she told me she likes me” Lin said, for the fourth time. “And you're sure she wasn’t talking about a different Y/N?” I asked him. I was still doubting that this was even true.

“You’re the only Y/N she knows” he told me. “Well what am I supposed to do? Do I ask her out and tell her that you told me?” I asked him. “No no no, you can’t tell her I told you. She’ll get so upset” Lin said. “Well what am I supposed to do, pretend I don’t know?” I asked him.

“Well maybe you should just ask her? Not directly, but maybe drop hints. Or ask if she likes anyone?” Lin suggested. “Yeah, that could work. Thank you for telling me. I have to get going, we’re supposed to hang out at her apartment” I told him, grabbing my stuff as I got up to leave.

“Okay, bye. Tell me if she ends up confessing” Lin told me, as he walked me to the door of his apartment. “I will, bye” I said, as I left. I heard him close the door behind me and I walked over the few blocks that it was to Jasmine's apartment.

Lin had called me and told me to come over immediately. Then, I went over there and found out that the prettiest girl I knew had a crush on me. I was pretty shocked by the whole thing.

I got to Jasmine’s apartment and knocked on the door. Within seconds, the door opened and I saw Jasmine standing there, as beautiful as ever. “Hey, I’m so glad you could make it. Come in come in” she said, gesturing for me to come inside.

“So how are you?” I asked her, as she closed the door. “I’m really good, how are you?” She asked me, as she pulled me in for a quick hug. “I’m pretty good, I’ve been looking forward to tonight” I told her, honestly. “Aww that’s good, I have been too” she said, smiling. “Well you promised to make dinner, so I was super excited” I said, giggling.

“Oh yeah, speaking of dinner, it’s done and in the kitchen if you want to see it” she said, leading me into the kitchen. Every time she said or did something, it only made me realize that she clearly liked me. It felt wrong to not tell her that I knew, it felt like I was hiding something from her. And we never kept secrets from each other.

We walked into the kitchen and I saw spaghetti along with various vegetables. “Wow this looks so good” I said, my mouth starting to water. “Well I know you love pasta” she said, smiling.

She made two plates and then we walked to go sit down at the table and eat. I decided now would be a good time to try and see if I could get her to confess.

“So how did your date go the other day?” I asked her, knowing that she didn't mention any kind of date. “What do you mean? I didn’t go on a date the other day” she said, giggling. “Oh whoops, it must have been someone else. But you had to have gone on a date recently, right? I mean, are you still single?” I asked her, trying to get her to admit that she liked me.

“No, I haven’t been on a date in a while. I do have the slightest crush on somebody though” she said, and a twinkle appeared in her eyes. I thought that she was totally about to tell me. “Really? Who’s the lucky lady?” I asked, pretending to be intrigued.

Then, I saw fear in Jasmine’s eyes. “Oh, no one you would know” she said, simply. It was like her mood had changed completely. I dropped the subject, thinking maybe if I didn’t push her then she’d tell me.

We finished eating dinner and decided to watch a movie. I picked some cheesy high school movie, where a girl is majorly crushing on some guy.

“Those were the days” I whispered, about ten minutes into the movie. “What do you mean? You miss high school?” Jasmine asked, looking over at me. “Well not exactly, I miss when you liked someone in high school. The jitters you would get whenever they were in the same room as you. The way that everything they did just seemed perfect” I said, looking over at Jasmine, and staring into her eyes. Once again, she looked like she wanted to say something, but ultimately decided against it.

“I’ll be right back” I huffed, as I walked away and into the kitchen. I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down. I wasn’t mad at her, I just felt frustrated. I had given her a few opportunities to tell me and something was still stopping her. I would never fault her for feeling nervous and not wanting to tell me, I just didn’t know how to get her to realize that I liked her too.

I walked back in the room. “Hey are you okay?” Jasmine asked, concerned. I started to pace around in front of the television. “I need to tell you something” I said, sternly. I stopped pacing and turned towards Jasmine.

“Uh....okay?” She said, clearly confused. “I like you Jasmine, and I have a feeling that you like me too. I keep trying to give you hints or make you realize, but none of it is working. So I’m done with beating around the bush, I’m telling you straight up. I really really like you Jasmine” I confessed, all of it just spilling out of me.

I felt weightless. All of that pressure and secrecy was finally lifted off my shoulders, and I no longer felt that burden.

“You’re completely right, I like you too. I just could never work up the nerve to tell you” she said, seeming just as relieved as I was. “I’m glad that we finally confessed that” I said, giggling and pulling her into a hug.

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jk-unless · 5 years

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Looks like I've read all of the Jasmine Cephas Jones x Reader imagines.Guess I'll have to make some of my own.

But with what plot? 🤔

#jcj #jasmine cephas jones #jasmine cephas jones x reader #jasmine cephas jones imagines #hamilcast imagines

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elocinnicole · 2 years

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To Have and To Hold

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Black!Reader

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

Word Count: 2K

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

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

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

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Antigua

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, yes I am.”

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

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

“Have you heard from Daveed?” Kalani asked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Here she go crying again,” Mara teased

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

“Hello?”

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

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

“Yeah, he is her plus one.”

“Who the hell is it?”

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

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

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

“Thanks.”

“What happened?” Your stepmom asked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Um, why did you bring Brandon?”

“I thought it would be a nice surprise.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, it’s only for a few more hours.”

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

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

“Why? Daniel can stay,”

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

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

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

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

“Man you about to get married!” Rafael said

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

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

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

“Thanks, man, is he sleep?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s sleep,”

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s going on?” You asked

“Don’t freak out.” She started

“What’s going on?” You asked again

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

“What the fuck is your problem?” You demanded

“Is there something going on with you?”

“Why are you wearing white?!”

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

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

“Watch your mouth!”

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

“You don’t mean that,”

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

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

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

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

“Sis…”

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

“But you’re not supposed to—”

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

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

“What’s going on!” He asked Mara,

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

“What’s going on? Is Y/N okay?”

“She needs to see you.”

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

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

“Thanks.”

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

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

“What’s up, babe?”

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

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

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

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

“See you at the altar.” You smiled

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

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

“You ready?” You nodded and joined arms

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How does it feel Mr. Diggs?”

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

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

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

“You sure? Here?”

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

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ramp-it-up · 3 years

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Everyday

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

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

A/N: I have no idea what is for trade in prison; sex packets are a made up joke. And I’m really into 90’s rap this week. Anywho, this fic is in response to the following request:

Anonymous asked:

Rafa!!!!! Maybe a fluffy smut where he’s role playing Miles for you? 👀

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“Ok, Dare.”

You steeled yourself from the query from Daveed.

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

Everyone burst out laughing.

“Real or ANIMATED????”

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

“Ok, I will answer both.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Max Who???” Daveed was curious.

“Goofy’s son. Max.”

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

“Enough of this.”

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

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

“Miles Turner could rearrange my guts.”

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

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

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

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

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

Gotta what? Yo, gotta get a ruffneck

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

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

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

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

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

“You know it!” Rafa and Anthony toasted.

“But I ain’t Miles.”

Rafa took another sip of his Abasolo on the rocks.

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

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

“Trueeee!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You and Rafa both flipped Daveed off.

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

Your man carried you willingly out of the door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

THAT California tattoo.

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

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

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

You stood still and had to register what was happening.

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

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

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

You suddenly realized what was going on.

Oh, Shit.

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

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

“Hey,” was all you could say.

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

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

“Rafa?”

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

“You been to see Galaxy today?”

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

He screwed up his face.

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

He peered into your eyes, then looked around furtively.

“Babe. Are you high?”

The drawl was a whisper now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damn, he was good.

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

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

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

But you were still shook.

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

Miles glared at you. You stuttered again.

“I-I imagine.”

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

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

You got into it.

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

He leaned forward, bearing his teeth.

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

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

Miles pouted and sat back.

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

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

You straightened up. “What is it babe?”

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

“I got us a conjugal visit.”

Your mouth dropped open, fully into it now.

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

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

He shifted his eyes as he scanned the empty room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He put his nose in your crotch.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Miles smiled at you.

“Aw, baby. That’s so cute.”

“I’ll show you cute.”

You were about to give your own performance.

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

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

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

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

The way Rafael invented.

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

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

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

Your dream man loved it.

“Am I ‘cute’ now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How long ‘xactly?”

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

Those eyes.

Those words.

The acting.

Miles.

You had to relent.

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

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

“On the bed, let me see that ass up.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuuuuck! How does it feel?”

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

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

Strangely, it was different than Rafa had ever been.

That was blowing your mind.

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

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

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

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

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

“Turn over baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You grinned. “Bye Miles.”

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

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

Thoughts of writing this scene chased you into sleep.

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

“C’mon.”

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

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

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

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

You felt totally in sync with this amazing man.

“I loved tonight.”

He smiled softly back at you.

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

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

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Rafael.”

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

And that was fantastic.

Everyday.

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