#rafael casal x original character

[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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[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.

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[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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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

[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

[leslieohdamnjr]

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!

#fic rec #rec list

[sillyteecup]

The misadventures of Rafa and Lo: Instagram posts and post breakup sex.

Rafael Casal x black!reader

Warnings:

Swearing/cursing

Mention of sex

A.N: This will not be in any chronological order. It's just a fun mini-series. Expect no concrete plot❤️

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5 minutes. The amount of time Rafa had been staring at her latest Instagram. She looked beautiful, he couldn't deny it. The glimmer in her hazel eyes. The way her caramel skin glowed golden under the sun. The way her hair accentuated her features. The way her dress danced with the wind. Her natural look. It was all breathtaking. So breathtaking that he couldn't focus on his game with Daveed. Who was annoyed.

"Diggs, you see Lo's latest posts?" Rafael asked, contemplating whether or not he should comment. He didn't wanna seem like he was still hung up on her. "Yep. She looks beautiful," Daveed mumbled. Rafa hummed. He decided not to comment, but still continued to stare at the picture. Daveed paused the game and turned his attention to Rafa. "You're still looking at the pictures," Daveed pointed out. Rafa didn't hear him though. He was strolling down memory lane. Daveed sighed. "You wanna hit her up?" he asked. Rafa's expression became thoughtful. "I don't know man. Maybe," he pondered. Daveed shook his head. "Dude you know she got a man now right?" Rafa pursed his lips and nodded. "Yeah, you're right. I shouldn't-" Rafa was interrupted by his phone ringing. Caller ID? Lo. He answered it and put it on loud speaker.

Lotus: Cash, get over here, I need some quality D, right now.

Rafa smirked at Daveed who just rolled his eyes mouthed "wow" sarcastically.

Rafa: What about your man?

Lotus: Dead to me. Be quick.

She ended the call, leaving a smug Rafa and a confused but defeated Daveed. "So you gonna accept?" Daveed asked. Rafa stood up with a shit eating grin on his face. "Sorry Diggs, but duty calls," he said lightly patting Daveed's shoulder. Before Daveed could say anything else, Rafa dashed for the door and was out of sight in seconds. "This, is not gonna end well," he muttered to himself as he stared at the door. "Oh well."

Tagging: @ramp-it-up

#rafael casal #rafael casal x reader #rafael casal x original character #rafael casal fanfiction #daveed diggs #mini-series #the misadventures of rafa and lo

[sillyteecup]

The misadventures of Rafa and Lo: Johnson

Rafael Casal x black!o.c

Warnings:

Swearing/cursing

Mentions of sex

A.N: I know jackshit about American football. No further questions.

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"Okay, so we're gonna work on the script, engage in a little small talk, and then out."

Rafael Casal would say this to himself everytime he was on Lotus's doorstep. He'd be sure he could stop himself from fucking her senseless, then she'd look at him with those sexy doe eyes, or say something dirty, or touch him "unintentionally." If Rafa was being honest, he did the exact same things so he wasn't exactly helping the situation. Still, this time he was going to leave, with his dick in tact. "Yeah," he said reassuring himself.

Just as he reached for the door handle, the door swung open. There stood his kryptonite, Lotus Magdalene Bennett. In an oversized Knicks jersey and unicorn slippers with her hair tied up into a ponytail. Great. Rafa was hard already. "Dude, you're like 20 minutes late," she said with a frown. She looked cute when she was mad. "So?" he said leaning in the doorway to seem cool. She narrowed her eyes at him. "I run on a schedule assface." "How much time you got left?" he asked, not letting his demeanor waver. "An hour and 40 minutes. Well 35 now." Rafa smirked. "Well, you gonna let me in?" She rolled her eyes and stepped aside to let him in. Rafa tried his best not to let his eyes linger on her ass as she walked to the leather couch in her living room. But damn that jersey - wait a damn minute, "Johnson, number 73"? Lotus didn't even like football, yet she had one of the best players in the league's jerseys.

Was she fucking- "Cash! Schedule, remember?" she said snapping him out of his thoughts.

Despite his better judgement, he was curious about the jersey. "Where'd you get the jersey?" he asked bluntly as he sat down next to her. "My ex. You want it?" He knew she was being sarcastic, but this wasn't the time. "You dated-" "Yes, now can we please-" "No. When? And how come I didn't know about this?" If Rafa was being honest, the only reason he was mad was because he could've gotten tickets to a shitload of games, but he didn't. Because Lotus kept her boyfriend a secret.

"What do you mean "How come I didn't know about this?" I told you," she scoffed. Rafa searched his brain for the memory, and she indeed did tell him. The time though, was not ideal. "You expected me to remember something you told me while we were fucking in a bathroom at the club!?" he yelled incredulously. She shrugged indifferently. "Damnit Lotus I could've gone to the Superbowl for free!" She rolled her eyes.

"Can we get back to the script?" "No! Not until you call up Johnson and get me tickets to next weekend's game." If Rafa was being honest, the man was just trying his luck. A dangerous game to play with Lotus because she wasn't about that shit. "Actually I got the tickets with the jersey this morning. I was going to ask you to come with me as a suprise but seeing that you're acting like a complete brat, I guess I'll just go with Diggs." And there it was, the dire consequence of trying your luck with Lotus Magdalene Bennett.

Rafa had to think fast. There was only one way he could get that ticket. The one thing he promised himself he wouldn't do before he walked through that door.

"I have an offer."

Tagging: @ramp-it-up

#rafael casal #rafael casal x reader #rafael casal x original character #rafael casal fanfiction #mini-series #the misadventures of rafa and lo

[sillyteecup]

The misadventures of Rafa and Lo: The double date pt2

Rafael Casal x Black!O.C

Warning:

A lot of cursing, like I have never written this many swearwords in my life

Horrible writing (because I just wanted to get it off my chest. I've got Valentine's Day things to write)

Mentions of sex

Toxic exes

Pettiness

A.N: Part 2. I personally don't like it and it's longer than its supposed to be but meh, wtf.

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If there was anything Lo hated, it was lack of punctuality. Even if she was on vacation, she preferred everything be done on time. A person could be 2 minutes late and she'd still be pissed. So you could imagine how she was about to blow a gasket because Bri and Scott were 45 minutes late for their double date.

Rafa on the other hand just wanted to get the whole thing over and done with. Mostly because he couldn't stand how much better Bri and Scott seemed than them. He just wanted to rub it in their faces that he and Lo were happy then hopefully bang it out with her back at the resort.

Rafa knew that Lo had little to no patience, meaning the dinner had already taken quite the turn. "You okay Lo?" he asked. Lo glared at him. He knew she wasn't okay and yet still he had the guts to ask her. Realising the mistake he made, Rafa held his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry. I know that was dumb of me to ask, but I'm concerned," he protested. She sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little nervous." Rafa's eyebrows jumped to his hairline. "You? Nervous? Why?" Before Lo could answer, an annoyingly cheerful voice pierced her eardrums.

"Rafa! Lo! Hey!" Bri greeted them cheerfully. Lo forced a grin onto her face and returned Bri's tone. "Hey guys, glad you could make it," Rafa said rocking the same fake smile. "I know how much Lo hates it when things aren't done on time but we had a zoom meeting with one of our favourite charities and discussing how much money would be donated to feeding the hungry children in Africa took so long," Scott explained as he pulled Bri's seat out for her. Lotus gritted her teeth. "Which part of Africa?" she asked. Rafa knew this was about to get pretty personal since Lo was originally South African. Lo swore Scott was testing her with his answer. "South Africa," he beamed.

Why was Lo mad you ask? Because she and Scott once had the conversation that she wasn't doing enough for her homeland, meanwhile Lo had done plenty community work, helped with feeding schemes at the schools in the townships, helped educate the young girls in the rural areas, on sanitation and safety, and helped put orphans into good homes and street kids into good orphanages. Hell she even ran a scholarship programme for young women who wanted to study abroad for any course they desired. So Scott was not about to patronise her.

"Okay, next topic," Rafa joked. "So Rafa, Lo. How did you guys get together?" Bri asked. Lo choked on the water the waiter had gotten her earlier. Rafa chuckled nervously. "Actually it's a funny story," Rafa started. "But to keep it short and straight to the point, it started with some mind blowing sex after a clipping concert," Lo shrugged. "You always did like it mind-blowing," Scott chuckled. Lotus swore she heard a hint of bitterness in his tone. "No wonder you two could never stay away from each other," Bri "joked". Rafa and Lo smirked at each other.

She wasn't wrong.

"Honestly I'm surprised she hasn't jumped Daveed's bones," Scott chuckled. Lo sighed and chuckled. "I'd never do that. I love Rafa." What Scott said next, Lo was pretty sure she wasn't supposed to hear. "Didn't stop you the first time." "What about you two?" Rafa asked with genuine interest. Bri took Scott's hand in hers. "Well," she began. "Here we go," Lo muttered trying her best not to roll her eyes. "It was three days after Lotus broke Scott's heart and a week after Rafa broke mine." Lo raised an eyebrow. Bri ignored her reaction and carried on. "We bumped into each other at Starbucks and it turned out we were on our way to the same "Save the Koalas" rally. We talked and connected over our shared heartbreaks, not realising how much we shared outside of our previous relationships. We locked hands at the rally and before we knew it, one thing lead to another," she giggled as she said the last part. She and Scott had befallen into their own little puppy love bubble that had Rafa and Lo cringing.

"We need to up our game," Rafa whispered. Lo nodded and cleared her throat. "How about we order," she suggested. "That's a wonderful idea," Scott muses. "Yeah it's a great thing they serve vegan dishes here, right Lotus?" Bri chirped. "Right but I'm not vegan," Lo laughed nervously. "Oh? I could've sworn you were against animal cruelty." Okay that was definitely an attack. But it's not like Lo wore fur. "Yeah it's the reason you don't wear fur. Or did you change that to please your little boyfriend?" Scott added. Once again, Lotus was the only one that heard. "So eating meat is animal cruelty now?" Rafa asked incredulously. "Not really but we spoke about this Rafa. Multiple times," Bri responded. Another attack. "Uh huh," Rafa said dryly. "Calm down Cash," Lo cooed as she squeezed his thigh. Rafa caught on and played along. "I'm okay baby," he said before kissing her cheek. "You guys are so adorable," Bri squealed. Rafa and Lo caught on to the strain in her voice making them smirk at each other. "I know right! Absolutely perfect for each other," Scott said in a similar tone. "I mean, if it was meant to be then we should let it be," Lo shrugged. "Right," Rafa added. He snuggled into the crook of her neck, eliciting a few giggles from her. Lo was ticklish, this was common knowledge. If you weren't Scott.

"So Rafa, how's the filming for the Blindspotting series going," Bri asked. The venom beneath her sweet demeanor sent a shiver down Rafa and Lo's spines. Still the question annoyed Rafa because he knew where the conversation was going. "It's going great Bri," he answered curtly. "That's amazing..." Rafa raised an eyebrow. "But?" "But I feel like the whole story is just unnecessary politicization of something so...mundane you know?" Bri shrugged. Lo choked on who knows what while Rafa simple took a deep breath. A natural disaster was about to ensure, Lotus just hoped that Bri had brought an umbrella.

"You know what Brianna? Fuck you. Fuck your opinion. Fuck Scott. And fuck the bleach you got in your hair because you and I both know you're a redhead. Now allow to me drill this into your thick, bleach stained skull because apparently you didn't get it when the movie was being shot. It's not politicization, it's storytelling. Plain and simple. But you wouldn't get it because you're a self righteous airhead who thinks they can play judge to everyone who you think is a supervillain because they don't fight for your causes, which by the way are slowly becoming the least of America's problems. You're mad because it doesn't tackle the problems you can relate to, but guess what Brianna, literally nothing revolves around you. Which brings me to why I left you. Lotus and Diggs had nothing to do with it, I was just sick of your toxic ass!" "I was not toxic!" Her voice was breaking. "Yes you were! Damnit Brianna you tried to control every aspect of my life, from what I ate to who I hung out with!" "Daveed and Lotus are terrible influences on your life Rafael! For fucks sake, they broke us up!" "Now hold on-" "SHUT UP LOTUS! THIS IS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS!" Brianna yelled. The entire restaurant was silent. Rafa and Scott were absolutely shook while Bri just turned red and chuckled in embarrassment. Lotus on the other hand was fuming. She was quarter to throwing hands with the blonde, hell she would've done it if they weren't in a restaurant, so she went with the more mature option.

"Brianna, fuck you," she deadpanned. "You too Scott, fuck you for indirectly patronising me all night," she added. "I sat here, listening as you criticized me and blamed me for the failure of our relationship. You and I both know that it wasn't working and that it was best that we walked away but still you proceeded to fucking villainise me because you couldn't stand the fact that I had moved on with the one man you wanted me nowhere near around-And before you interrupt me, don't even try to deny how possessive you were. You could barely stand watching me interact with other males even if it was purely platonic, but damn you hated Rafa's guts because you were insecure-" "And it turns out I was right to be," he mumbled. "Shut the fuck up Scott, I'm still talking," Lo hissed. "Not only were you insecure about my relationship with Rafa, but you also preyed on my every insecurity. I changed so much of myself for you! Hell I went vegan to please you! You never laid a hand on me but fuck did your words bruise me. So the only person you have to blame for our breakup, is you. And you know what? You and Bri deserve each other. Toxic sons of bitches."

The restaurant was still silent. Everyone had their eyes on the double date. Rafa glared at Scott. He didn't know all of this and he was furious. "Thanks for the invite," was the last thing Lotus said before leaving the restaurant. Rafa followed her to the rental silently. The atmosphere in the car was tense. Tears streamed down Lo's face but she stayed quiet. Rafa leaned over to her side and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. He felt her relax a little.

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The misdaventures of Rafa and Lo: The portrait and the quote

Rafael Casal x Black!O.C

Warnings:

Swearing/cursing

Suggestive content

Slight nudity

Titanic

A.N: Hehe. Hi🙂

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"Cash could you please hold still for fucks sake."

Lo's niece had an art project where she had to paint a 16th century style portrait of someone. The problem? Lo's niece couldn't paint. Solution? Lo could paint. Problem? Lo's niece had no muse. Solution? Lo knew someone who would be down for some rather "creative sex" even if it meant posing for 3-4 hours give or take. It all just worked. So there Lotus was, painting Rafa's portrait as if he was Spanish royalty. "You try sitting in this position for 2 hours dressed like it's -100 degrees outside," Rafa grumbled. Lo scoffed and continued to paint his eyes. His soft blue eyes that she'd get lost in every now and then. Hell she was getting lost in them in that exact moment.

"Ahem." She glanced up to see Rafa smirking at her wriggling his eyebrows. "You okay Lo?" The question was suggestive and Lo knew it which is why she rolled her eyes. "Straight face Casal," she instructed. "Lotus Magdalene Bennett, giving me orders? Oh how the tables have turned," Rafa drawled. Lo put the paint brush down and glared at him. "One more word out of you Cash, and you won't be getting any for at least another month." Rafa's expression changed from smug to one of absolute terror. "You wouldn't." Lo narrowed her eyes. "Try me."

Lo meant business, and she knew Rafa understood that because he straightened up immediately and wore a serious expression. She smirked and went back to the painting.

An hour and 30 minutes later, she was done. She moved the painting from the stand. "Alright, we're all done so-" she cut herself off when her eyes landed on Rafael once more. This time he was in nothing but his boxers. "That's not possible." She was confused more than anything. He on the other hand was dead serious.

Rafa made his way towards her and lifted the paint stained t-shirt over her head before discarding it amongst the art supplies. She wore no bra that day. He put her on a nearby stool and picked up a paint brush and dipped it into a bunch of various colours, painting a flower on her right breast. His focus gaze on his work turned her on which is why she made absolutely no move to stop him. He rose to her level, warm breaths on her neck making her shrudder as he leaned in to whisper in her ear. Lord could this man be goofy sometimes.

"Paint me like I'm one of your little French girls."

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City Lights: 03. You're the one

Daveed Diggs x South African!Black!O.C

Ch.3

Warnings:

Swearing/cursing

Family issues

Manipulation, I guess

Inaccurate translations

A.N: The phone calls are in the type of Xhosa that is spoken in Johannesburg instead of Eastern Cape. The rest is colloquialism and slang.

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Sandhurst: Mawande's place

26 February 2020

10:00 a.m

"Amo where are my sneakers?" Neo asked from her bedroom. "Wena (you) when you see me, do you see someone who would steal sneakers? With my income!? Ungijwayela kabi shame (you disrespect me)," Amo yelled back. "Please stop shouting nkare (like) this is a tavern! Respect yourselves tu (please)," Lulama scolded the twins.

Mawande chuckled silently to herself from her bathroom. Shit like this always happened when they had to go out. Its either someone's outfit is too similar to someone else's, or someone's outfit is too different to everyone else's, or someone stole someone else's shoes. Dealing with these four before an afternoon out was a full time job and a half.

Since they were going to a theme park, they had decided to wear Danielle Cathari Adidas tracksuits and Balenciaga sneakers in different. Mawande went with navy. She had her dreads tied up in a high ponytail and opted to stay away from makeup. She looked much better natural anyway. She just used some lip gloss for that extra pop.

Before she could leave the bathroom, her phone rang. It was her "mother". Had Lulama, Neo or Amo been in that bathroom with her, they would've told her to ignore it. But she couldn't. The woman had raised her like she was her own. Mawande owed her.

Mawande: Ma, hey.

Snovuyo: Mawande mntanam, kunzima apha ekhaya. Akukho kutya, imali yegrosa andinayo, utamkhulu wakho uyagula, yoh mntanam siyafana nabafileyo kweli khaya (Mawande my child, things are difficult here at home. There's no food, I don't have money for groceries, your grandfather is sick, oh my child we're as good as dead in this home.)

Mawande: Mama, mama, kufuneka malini? (How much do you guys need?)

Mawande was on the verge of tears from hearing the hardships they were going through. She had tried to help support them every month but things just kept getting harder and harder for them. Apparently the panic in her voice was obvious for Lulama to hear because she decided to check on her seemingly distressed cousin in her bathroom. Lulama was about to give Mawande a hug until she heard voice speaking on the phone.

Snovuyo: ten thousand ingaba right mntanam.

"Xolo!? (In this case it means "Excuse me!?")" Lulama exclaimed incredulously. She grabbed Mawande's phone and ended the call. Lulama dialed their uncle Zolisa's number. His voice sounded cheerful when he answered

Zolisa: Mtshana! (My niece!)

Lulama: Hi Malume ndim, uLulama (Hi uncle, its me Lulama)

Zolisa: *chuckles* Oh, unjani ntombi? (How are you young lady) I haven't heard from you or Mawande in a while

Lulama: *laughs* Malume we spoke last week

Zolisa: That's still a pretty long time if you ask me

Lulama: Malume we're facing a bit of a problem.

Zolisa: Oh? What's wrong?

Lulama: uMawande uqibofonelwa nguSnovuyo. Uthi kuMawande ba udinga iten thousand Rand (Mawande just received a call from Snovuyo. She says to Mawande that she needs ten thousand.)

Zolisa: *sighs* Please don't tell me-

Lulama: Nope, I stopped the call and called you before it could happen.

Mawande: But Malume they need it

Zolisa: *scoffs* Snovuyo is a heart surgeon who drives a Porsche.

Lulama: My point exactly.

Zolisa: Mawande, I love you, but umuncu ntombi (you're dumb. Direct translation would be you're sour)

Lulama: Kudala ndamxelela. Kodwa xa ku thetha mna, akumanyelwa (I told her a long time ago. But when I speak, it falls on deaf ears)

Zolisa: Mntanam, enjoy your day. uSnovuyo ndizodilisha naye. Lulama, umjonge lo. Andimthembi ncam.(I'll deal with Snovuyo. Watch this one. I don't exactly trust her.)

Lulama: akukho ngxaki Malume. Ndizokwenza sure ba lo, akayiphenduli iphone ka snovuyo. (No problem uncle. I'll make sure she doesn't answer her phone when Snovuyo calls.)

Zolisa: Good. Nibe nosuku oluhle (Have a nice day) We'll talk later

The call finally ended with a satisfied Lulama and a slightly worried Mawande. She knew her "mom" and uncle didn't exactly see eye to eye. Whatever it was that was coming, it wasn't gonna be pretty. The cousins had been so preoccupied with their family issues that they hadn't even noticed Neo and Amo walk in. The twins were worried about their girls and nothing wanted more than to support them in whatever it was they were going through. "Snovuyo?" Amo asked softly. Lulama nodded. "Oh chommie," she said as she and Neo pulled them in for a group hug. The girls stayed like that for some time, finding comfort in each other. Eventually they broke it up and smiled at each other.

"The way si late ngakhona (we're so late)," Lulama muttered making everyone else laugh. "Hebathong. I'm not joking! Masambeni! (Let's go!)" Lulama yelled causing the girls to scatter and collect their stuff so they could leave.

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Gold Reef City Johannesburg

10:13 a.m

Daveed checked his watch once more before checking his phone again for texts or calls from Mawande. Rafa did the same checking if Amo had tried to contact him. They had been waiting for about 20 minutes along with Brian and Lunga. "Maybe they're stuck in traffic?" Rafa tried to make sense of their lack of punctuality. "Nah, it's called African time," Lunga joked. Brian laughed but Daveed and Rafa didn't get it. "Ah mfana, le gender is never on time for anything," Brian chuckled. Rafa and Daveed weren't exactly used to the way South Africans joked so they kind of took offense. Before they could say anything though, a string of what sounded like insults to Daveed weren't thrown at the boys.

"Singcono (we're better) shame, at least asigezi (we don't bath) once a week," a tall dark skinned girl snarked. Everyone except for Rafa and Daveed laughed. They were lost. Especially when Lunga smirked. "Lulama," he said taking her hand and kissing it. "Lunga," she said looking down at him.

Everything else in Daveed's brain went dark when his eyes landed on Mawande. He couldn't help but notice how absolutely stunning she looked in her tracksuit and sneakers. He was glad he decided to wear Jordan track pants and a white t-shirt. At least he didn't stick out like a sore thumb with them. Rafa had decided to go with the same outfit but with different colours. In Rafa's case, it was Amo's idea. In Daveed's case, it meant that by extension, he kind of had to do the same. Yeah everyone looked good but in his opinion, Mawande was the only one worth looking at.

Just as he realized that he had been staring for too long, Mawande turned her attention to him and waved. Her grin was so wide and so cute, her pearly white teeth only made her smile even more of a sight to behold. He could smile and wave back. He always got nervous around her which was unusual for him seeing as he had always been a pro with the ladies. Mawande was just different. Not because she was South African. No. She was just so damn pure. Flawless he would say. He knew she wasn't but he saw her as such.

"Daveed!" Her little excited squeal brought him back to the real world. He didn't mind though because she was part of it. He caught her in his arms when she ran and jumped in for a hug. He spun her around while she giggled like a kindergartner. How could someone so damn sexy be so adorable? Daveed was perplexed.

He eventually put her down and grinned down at her. "Hi," she giggled shyly. "Hi," he said nervously. He was surprised that his face didn't hurt from how hard he had been smiling. "Ncoo mahn, bo putsununu (Aww, putsununu is a term of endearment)!" Amo coeed from her position in Rafa's arms. A long exaggerated "wow" accompanied by a middle finger were what she got in return from Mawande, making everyone laugh. "Anyway, when y'all are done reminding us how single we are, here are your tickets," Lunga chirped sarcastically as he handed them the tickets. They all made their way to the gate where the security guards wrapped the tickets around their wrists and let them through. They stopped by the map and brainstormed."So where are we starting?" Neo asked. Brian thought for a second before answering. "I mean, we can start small. Tornado?" he suggested. "Are we all cool with that?" Lulama asked everyone. They all nodded. Even Daveed and Rafa who had no idea what that even was. "We don't know shit, just lead the way," Rafael joked. The group laughed and fell into chatter as they made their way to their first ride. Rafa had his arm around Amo's waist while Daveed had Mawande's hand in his. Neo, Lulama, Lunga and Brian were having some conversation about corruption in the medical field. The very same medical field Lunga was in as a neurosurgeon.

"So, you come here often?" Daveed asked Mawande. He knew it was a stupid question but he had to make conversation somehow. This wasn't as easy as flirting with her over the phone. "Nah I haven't had the time to as an adult. As a teen, I barely came here because my family couldn't afford such things. I'm pretty sure in the last 20 years I've been here about 9 times. My little cousin is 15 and she's been here 10 times in the past 5 years," Mawande chuckled dryly. "Leave it to me to make something simple so deep," she mumbled. "Don't worry about it. I love hearing about your childhood. As a kid I'm positive that I went to amusement parks like 6 times," Daveed recalled. Her grip on his hand tightened but gently. It was a caring gesture if anything. The pair had been so lost in their little world that they didn't even notice when they arrived at the Tornado.

"Eyy the line is short hey?" Lunga muttered. "Which is shocking because yesterday was pay-day," Neo added. "I for one am okay with that. It means we get to ride all the rides in one day," Amo shrugged. Everyone murmured in agreement. "Y'all do realize that people are waking up at this time neh?" Mawande snarked. "And the fact that this place just opened?" Brian added. "Ha Mawande! 9.9 uyasijikela? Nomlungu nogals? (You're legit turning on us? With a white guy at that?)" Amo exclaimed. Brian raised his hands in surrender. "Ungangifaki! (Don't involve me!)" Daveed was lost once again. Mawande noticed and shook her head. "Guys can we please speak English. Not all of us here are South African," she sighed. "Shit. Yazi (you know) we keep forgetting," Neo sighed. "Sorry guys," Lulama and Lunga said in unison. Mawande turned to playfully glare at Amo. "And really that's pretty rich coming from you, seeing your situation-nyana (little situation)." "Voetsek," Amo chuckled.

Daveed loved how considerate she was of him and Rafa's situation. So considerate that she asked the people to speak English so that they could all understand each other. He knew it'd be hard for them so he didn't really mind when they accidentally switched from time to time.

They finally got to the front of the line and were all seated in pairs. Brian with Lunga, Neo with Lulama, Amo with Rafa and Daveed with Mawande. Everything was right with the universe. The ride was bumpy. Mawande kept herself pinned to Daveed in order to avoid hurting her side. While Daveed found it cute, Neo and Lulama did not. It wasn't anything serious, the girls had just been competing for that safety. Lunga and Brian on the other hand endured the pain and even laughed at Lulama and Neo.

The ride was over and everyone was dizzy. Especially Mawande who had to hold on to Daveed for her support as she fetched her side bag. He didn't mind one bit. He wished she'd hold onto him all day everyday. "Next ride?" Amo asked. "The wavy swing thingies," Lulama answered.

"Off we go bafethu!"

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Journey to Jozi Express

12:30 p.m

Thrill rides. That was the agenda. Which one were they starting with? The Jozi express. "For the sake of starting small and drying off" was Amo's explanation. So far they had taken an assload of pictures, most were of Mawande and Lulama, and some fans. Daveed and Rafa were recognised here and there, while Lunga, Brian, Neo and Amo also got a bunch of photo requests because of their social media popularity. . They were living in the moment while trying to capture that moment.

Mawande was having the time of her life. Especially with Daveed. The giant bundle of joy (and I mean this in a good way) made her forget about the many vultures around her awaiting her downfall. They weren't really nervous around each other but that didn't stop them from being the fluffiest of couples. What Mawande found funny was the fact that they weren't even dating. They were just friends at the moment. Friends who flirted relentlessly with each other and behaved like high school sweethearts. Suddenly she found herself in a dilemma. Did she wanna be his girlfriend? Of course she did, but it had only been a week since they met and 4 days since they had started talking regularly. What if he ended up distancing himself if she shot her shot? But then again what if he wanted the same thing? Would she say yes for the sake of what her heart, mind and soul wanted? Or would she say no for the sake of making a wise decision? It was that moment when Mawande realized that she was quarter to royally fucked.

A light squeeze of her hand pulled her back to Earth. "Hey, you good?" Daveed asked. The concern in his eyes made her feel warm inside. "You seemed a little distant," he added. She couldn't help but smile. Even if it was small. "I'm fine."

Emcimbini could be heard playing around the theme park as they walked from the raging river rapids to the Jozi express. "Aw iyo'lento es’xabanisa nabazali, no’makhelwane. Ay’ nomphakathi," the girls sang. "Piano, piano. Asisalali emakhaya. Ngenxayakho." Lunga and Brian had joined in. Mawande chuckled as Amo did a calmer version of the pouncing cat with Rafa's arm around her shoulder. "You know every amapiano song I've heard so far since I got here has been really good," Daveed mused. Mawande smiled at the thought of her country's music being appreciated. "I'm surprised you know the genre," Mawande teased. "I'm not that clueless ya' know," Daveed teased back. "I'm counting on it," Mawande countered suggestively. A devilish glint passed through Daveed's eyes. He simply smirked and hummed in amusement. His new smug demeanor dampened her panties a little. She didn't mind though. She needed to know that he could handle her the way she wanted him to.

The line for the Jozi express was pretty short. Just like the other lines they had stood in before. Mawande was grateful though. She knew the shit show that was probably occuring at the Anaconda at that point in time and wasn't looking forward to it. Once again they sat in pairs but decided o change it up. Amo with Lunga, Neo with Brian, Lulama with Daveed, and Mawande with Rafa. The group had gotten to know each other so they didn't really mind the change. Just as long as Amo was with Rafa and Mawande was with Daveed on the Anaconda, Golden Loop and Tower of Terror. The ride was fast but not fast enough to get the group screaming. Just fast enough for their mere enjoyment. Mawande actually enjoyed sitting next to Rafael. The man was Hella funny and had her laughing through the entire ride. She was starting to understand why Amo liked him. She still didn't know their relationship though so she made a mental note to ask Amo later on. After the Jozi express Mawande and Daveed were joined at the hip all over again. Neither of them felt overwhelmed, they were both pretty comfortable with each other. The group decided to hit the UFO next.

In one section stood Mawande, Neo, Amo and Lulama. Next door to them stood the boys. Through all the chaos, Mawande heard a string of curse words escape from Lunga's mouth as the ride got faster. At the end, they were dizzy once again. "Lunga you good fam?" Neo chuckled. "Voe-tsek," Lunga spat bitterly. Everyone else laughed at the grumpy neurosurgeon. The next ride was the miner's revenge. Also known as the reason why the girls decided not to wear makeup. Waterproof or not. They knew this ride would fuck them over so they opted for the natural look.

They all looked fucking gorgeous by the way.

"So we're sitting in front neh?" Lunga said excitedly. Amo turned to glare at him as if he'd just said eating skopo was ghetto. "Wa tsenwa neh? (You're crazy right?)" Mawande snorted while Lu and Neo stifled their laughter. The guys were more or less afraid. "Phela as jy a probleem hê, jy kan gunman mokokotlong bly (Well if you have a problem, you can sit at the back alone. Note: this is a mix of Zulu, Afrikaans and setswana along with Johannesburg colloquialism because we do that here)!" Mawande had nothing but respect for Lunga's bravery. Then again he didn't really know that Amogelang was force to be reckoned with. Amo huffed and remained silent, granting Lunga his first and probably last victory against her. Rafa tried his best not to laugh while he coaxed Amo into sitting in front.

"Why doesn't she wanna sit in front?" Daveed asked. Mawande pursed her lips and sighed. "She doesn't wanna get wet," Mawande shrugged. Daveed was mortified. Mawande understood where he was coming from. The man had hair to protect. "We can sit in the back if you want," Mawande offered. His expression softened. "No, if you wanna sit in front then we're going to sit in front," Daveed stated. "But what about your hair?" Mawande asked. Her concern was genuine here. This man's hair was at stake. "I care about your experience more than I care about my hair," he said as he rubbed her now bare shoulders. Her jacket was wrapped around her waist leaving her in a cropped navy ribbed tank. "It's not my first or last time here," Mawande giggled. She was flustered by the man in front of her. "Yeah but it is my first time here and I wanna get the full experience with you," Daveed chuckled. Mawande finally relented, falling into his embrace. Mostly because she wanted to sit in front. She had no problem getting wet when the plan was to hit the golden loop next.

"So we're sitting in the middle?" Mawande suggested. Daveed shrugged with a grin gracing the handsome face that nuzzled in her neck. The two had even forgotten that there were other people around until they heard a throat clear in the distance. Wait no it was right next to them.

"When y'all are done reminding us that we are single," Neo deadpanned. "You've even got Rafa and I holding a kers (candle)," Amo said with a fake pout. "Yeah! Wait what?" "A candle," Brian translated. Rafa's confused expression still didn't change. "I don't get it either," Daveed said from behind Mawande. The South Africans in the group silently decided amongst each other who would explain the concept of holding a candle. Everyone's eyes landed on Lulama who happily complied.

"Third wheeling," she simply said. Everyone else mentally facepalmed themselves for being to dense to explain it like that.

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Right after the miner's revenge

So around 1:00 p.m

That was the last time Daveed would listen to Mawande and Lunga when it came to seating arrangements. Yeah sure everyone was wet but he got the worst of hit. His t-shirt was stuck right to his body (not that the ladies were complaining) and his hair was a mess. He was once again grateful that he wore track pants instead of jeans because those would've been the cause of his ultimate downfall.

He scowled for half of the time they spent in the line for the Anaconda which was about 15 minutes (its a long line). Everyone else found it funny. Well except for Mawande because she had received 15 minutes of the silent treatment. She spent 15 minutes begging for his attention and apologizing for saying they should sit in the middle. He finally relented when she made puppy dog face and stood on the tip of her toes to lean on his wet shoulder. He laid his head on top of hers before speaking. "Oh darlin', I could never stay mad at you." His tone was gentle and soft. Her reaction to this was priceless. Like a child whose been taken to Toys R Us without a spending limit.

It made his heart race faster than a polo driver on the freeway. He wanted this little angel to be his for the rest of his days. She was about to become become his downfall but also his lifeline, and he didn't even know it. All he knew was that he was slowly falling in love and that he didn't mind one bit. "And as for me, you're the one. And in my heart our time will come. To the end I will always be right your side'," Mawande sang softly to the music playing in the makeshift jungle around them. He pulled her closer to his wet t-shirt clad body. Something she didn't seem to mind since she wrapped her arms around him and buried her head into his chest, inhaling his scent like it was the only thing keeping her alive. "Got me on my knees, you’re my religion. Speak in tongues all on your body, no one’s listenin'," she continued softly.

He thought back to the first night they met when she said she sings worse than an alien going through childbirth. He was hearing a completely different thing. Her voice was heavenly and soothing. Her voice was relaxing. He would've killed to have her sing him to sleep. For the next 15 minutes as the line moved along, Mawande and Daveed were alone in their own little eutopia. Talking and laughing about the simplicities of life that they missed. Like being able to order pizza without being asked to autograph the delivery boy's forehead. Daveed occasionally stole some forehead kisses, along with some on the cheek. Neither of them cared about the fact that someone was probably holding up a phone and taking pictures of them to send to News-ish. They were lost in each other. In their own space.

Unfortunately said nobody ever they got to the front of the line and it was their turn to ride. From soft nuzzles and kisses, to the speed and intensity of the Anaconda accompanied by the cheerful and sometimes traumatized screams of the riders. Neo and Brian opted to sit in front. Daveed and Mawande sat right behind with Rafa and Amo following behind. Lulama and Lunga coming in last. As they slowly went up, Mawande and Daveed's hands intertwined. He made sure his grip was firm but not enough to hurt her. He couldn't see it, but she was grinning like a fool. "You ready?" he asked her. "Yeah," she chuckled. "MAKUNYIWE!" (Basically "LETS GET FUCKED UP!") Lulama yelled from the back. Everybody on the ride cheered while Daveed and Mawande laughed softly. The ride came to a stop for a split second, before zooming off at lightning speed. 90 km/h to be exact, is how fast the Anaconda is. So yeah Daveed yelled during the ride. Until it was over. At least he was dry. Mawande was finished the moment they got off. Imitating Daveed between fits of laughter. She even got to the point where she couldn't breathe anymore. Luckily for Daveed though she got tired. She looked up at him with her doe eyes and apologized. He chuckled and pulled her body to his as they were before the ride.

A golden loop later, it was time for the "sgoras ( tough guys)" of Gold Reef City. The High Flying Maverick, The Storm Chaser, and everyone's worst nightmare: The Tower of Terror. The seating was Daveed, Mawande, Amo and Rafa in one part, and Lunga, Neo, Lulama and Brian in the other. It was a horrifying experience for all of them. And then came storm chaser where Amo even got off the ride in tears. Daveed found it pretty funny how Rafa had to comfort in the line for The Tower of Terror. It was ironic. Mawande was shaken up but in a good way. Daveed could tell that she would be up for almost any adventure and he loved that about her.

Neo and Lulama were great company. Constantly cracking jokes and laughing about the dumbest shit. They made it their personal mission to get to know him but he wouldn't waver unless he got to know them in return. Get to know them he did. The three became best friends within the space of 10 minutes while Mawande, Lunga and Brian laughed and took a shit load of selfies (The Tower of Terror line is short).

They finally got to the front of the line and it was chaos. Mawande wanted to sit in front with Daveed and even though he had said explicitly that he would never trust her and Lunga again with such matters, he didn't even put up a fight this time. Since Amo was still a little shaken up, she and Rafa were seated at the back. Which left Neo, Brian, Lunga and Lulama. Who all wanted to sit at the back. "Okay so now what must can happen?" Mawande asked, buckled up and arm in arm with Daveed. Amo chuckled at the back. "Chommie you good? Because like, andizi (I'm not coming)." The girls cackled while the guys just stifled their laughter. Neo glared at everyone else, then smirked, before waltzing to the backseat to sit next to Amo. She got buckled up securing her position. Lulama did the same and looked up at the boys with a smirk. "Y'all are snaaks (wrong/disgusting/shitty) shame," Lunga tsked as he took a seat next to Mawande. Leaving Brian with the seat he dreaded most. On the side, in the front. The ride finally took off but a really slow pace. Daveed glanced at Mawande to see if she was okay. She was...nervous. Her deep breaths worried him as the cart went up. Until she and the girls began cheering that is. The guys just laughed at their shananigans, all wondering to themselves where they found these people. All laughter died down though when the chart reached an abrupt stop on top. "And we're fucked," Amo joked from the back. Everyone chuckled nervously as the cart slowly went of the edge. About 2 seconds later it was nothing but screams. Throat burning screams. From everyone. It was so quick that Daveed couldn't even recall when they left the mine and reached the top again. "As I rethink all of my decisions in life," Neo croaked. Daveed let out a breathy chuckle. That had been quite the experience. He glanced at Mawande to see how she was and she was perfectly fine. She was laughing. "Eh Baba. Uyahleka? Sicishe safa, wena uyahleka? (Dude. You're laughing? We almost died and you're laughing?)" "Aii suka, unedrama, (Whatever, you're so dramatic)," she scoffed.

The plan after the Tower of Terror was to hit The Big Wheel, maybe play some games and win shit then go eat at Spur like a bunch of teenagers. They chose to play games first. They walked up to a booth where they had to topple the bottles with a ball. Daveed played twice, winning Mawande not one, but two pink giant fluffy unicorns because she thought they were cute. She got on her "tippies" and kissed him on the cheek. Sometimes she made him forget how old they were. She made him feel so young and full of life. He bought her a little necklace at a booth selling jewelry and hats. She bought him a giant chain with the dollar sign at the bottom. He wore it immediately. Everyone else may have been tired of the pair, but they had to admit that they were cute as fuck. By the time they made it to the Big Wheel, Mawande had won Daveed a giant minion and as a joke, a giant Banana. Amo did the same for Rafa. Neo had a giant puppy and a giant Pikachu that she won herself. Lulama had the same. Lunga and Brian just had giant Pokémons. Amo had a puppy and a unicorn. Mawande had two puppies, two unicorns, two Pokémons and two minions because in her opinion Daveed had time and energy to waste on her. In Daveed's opinion, she deserved double of everything, because she was two times better than any other woman he had ever met. Actually a thousand but there wasn't enough space in the car even for the 8 giants she had already.

Time for the big wheel came and seating became a problem again. "I'm getting on with Daveed. And Daveed only," Mawande deadpanned. She would've burried her face in his chest if they weren't holding so many things. "Ah safa nguDavid (basically: we're tired of David)," Neo sighed exaggeratedly. Daveed was used to Neo calling him David. It had become a running gag amongst them and he didn't mind it. "And I'm riding with Rafa. Alone," Amo said grabbing her man(?) by the hand and pouting. "Naye noRafael, (Rafael too)," Lulama complained. She and Neo laughed at their sister and cousin. They were acting ridiculous like kids and it was adorable. Annoying but adorable.

Lulama and Neo finally settled on riding with Lunga and Brian.

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The Big Wheel

5:30 p.m

The sunset looked beautiful. Almost as beautiful as the man she was watching it with. Mawande was conflicted. What would happen after this? Would they go back to being awkward around each other? Would they just be friends? She could handle work, but would they hang out like this again? She didn't want whatever it was they were doing to end. She was whipped at this point. She had to know the next step. She looked up at him to find his beautiful smile focused on her.

"What's next?" she asked. His expression didn't change. "If you want we can go on a few dates for the next few weeks. Although personally I think today was more than enough," he shrugged. "Me too. I like you Daveed. I just don't wanna make any naïve decisions. We're too grown for that," she sighed. His expression still remained warm. "Exactly. We know what we want Wande. I know I want you," he mused. She smiled. "I want you too." Her eyes flickered from his warm orbs, down to his perfect lips and back. As if he read her mind, he placed his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. It looked like a movie. A perfect match, having the perfect kiss, behind them a perfect view of Johannesburg in the sunset. It was all so damn beautiful. Mawande knew it too. The kiss was like a breath of fresh air. Daveed was a breath of fresh air. It was like being in in a sunflower patch. It was generally relaxing but exciting at the same time. This was the first chapter of Mawande and Daveed's hopefully long love story. For the first time in years, Mawande didn't really care about her public image. There was no rule in the entertainment industry that was against dating your co-worker. She liked Daveed. Way too much to let him slip because of the public.

The ride ended, and so did their kiss. "So, I'm your girlfriend now?" Mawande giggled. "Yep. And I'm your boyfriend," Daveed mused as he booped her nose, making her giggle even more. "32 Mawande. You are 32," Neo yelled from outside their balloon. "I swear you and Amo become children around these men," Lulama scoffed. The Bay Boys raised their hands in surrender. Mawande and Daveed got out of the ride laughing. "Hey, don't blame us," Rafa defended himself and Daveed. "Kanti who must we blame?" Neo asked incredulously. The boys pointed at the girls in their arms. "Voetsek!" the girls shot back. They kissed them on their temples as apologies to appease them. Which worked so everything was alright in the world.

Even though their day at Gold Reef was over, their day together wasn't. The night was still young and only the Lord knew what these people would get up to.

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[sillyteecup]

The misdaventures of Rafa and Lo: All a game

Rafael Casal x Black!o.c

Warnings:

Swearing/cursing

Suggestive content

Slight Dom!Rafa

A.N: Almost finished with part two of "The double date." In the meantime🙂

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7 Mortal Kombat losses. 7. At the hands of Lotus Magdalene Bennett. Rafa was annoyed. Mostly because she made fun of him. All in good spirit of course, but still. If there was anything Rafael Casal hated in life. It was losing. "Want me to whoop your ass again or are we doing something else," Lotus snickered. Rafa stayed silent and kept his expression neutral as he chose the rematch option. Lotus mumbled something from beside but he couldn't hear her over the petty need to beat his friend(?) at a video game. Only to lose 5 more times by the way.

A cackle sounded from beside him, catching his attention. "Bro. Retire," Lotus joked as she placed the controller on the table. She was smug. Too smug for his liking. "I'm serious. You suck fam," she chuckled again. He tried his best not to show how affected he was by remaining neutral. "Rematch." The laughter next to him stopped. Her eyebrows had probably connected with her hairline out of suprise. Then she cleared her throat. "How about we bet on this one?" he continued. "I'm listening." He met her eyes this time. They were menacingly dark. "If you win, you get to choose whatever we do next. If I win, you don't get to touch tonight and you have to do EVERYTHING I say," he said coldly. Rafa swore he saw her legs quiver at his deep voice. He knew that dropping his tone by a few octaves would get his message across and turn her on, therefore leaving her distracted. It was a full proof plan.

"Okay. Let's do it."

The rematch was long and gruelling. Both players fighting like their lives depended on it. As the game seemed like it was about to end with Lotus on top, Rafa spoke. "You know what's the first thing I'm gonna do? I'm gonna teach you some manners." His demeanor was innocent, yet also menacing. He knew he was getting in her head. He moved closer to her. "How should I punish you baby? A spanking? Should I deprive you of an orgasm? Overstimulation? No that would be too much," he whispered in her ear. His voice was damn near a growl. And he knew how wet that got her. "You know what? No. Not letting you touch is punishment enough," he shrugged as he continued to play.

About 20 seconds later, Lotus was gently placing her controller on the table accepting her defeat. She was irritated. Because Rafa cheated. He knew the effects his voice had and still, he used to his own advantage. And don't even get her started on the discomfort between her legs.

"If you're going to do something, do it quick."

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[sillyteecup]

The misadventures of Rafa and Lo: mini-series list.

Instagram posts and post breakup sex

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The double date: pt.1

The double date: pt2

The double date: interlude

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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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[summerofsnowflakes]

Forget the World

Daveed x Reader 

Work count: 1.7K

TW: This story is centred around anxiety and includes a graphic panic attack. Please don’t read this if you feel it may trigger you. 

A/n: So this is very personal and the reason I took so long with it is because it was quite difficult to encapsulate and write about anxiety. I know everyone’s anxiety manifests differently but this is a small glimpse into mine. I hope you guys enjoy it. 

It had been four months since the last time you and Daveed had seen each other, he was currently in Vancouver filming the next installment of Snowpiercer. You both hated these long periods without seeing one another, but it came with the territory of being in a relationship with a famous dude. You had been together for a few years now but you had known each other for so many more years. You had met in college and It was your typical friends to lovers story, but it took you both time to recognize you were meant to be together. You had been in the background for all of his important moments and he had been there for yours too, It was inevitable that you would end up together but it always happened that you were in right person at the wrong time.  So, after all theses years it would be an understatement to say that the two of you had perfected the long distance thing. You were both able to read each other's feelings by a simple text, you knew when to pull back and when to hold on tighter; most importantly, you had learnt how to avoid the unnecessary fights.  With that being said, going months and months without seeing one another and not being able to touch each other was incredibly hard. There was only so much comfort that you can gain from a text or a longing facial expression frozen in place because of poor internet connection. Out of the two of you, you certainly struggled more with this. You were a person who needed a random hug, a chaste forehead kiss or a silent hand squeeze, especially when you were having a bad mental health day. 

Another thing you had learnt after a few years of on and off long distance was the importance of having something to look forward to. This was the main reason that you used the majority of your holiday to spend time flying back and forth to wherever your Daveed was at that point in the year. You knew when he was filming it was almost impossible for him fly home and it was a sacrifice you were wiling to make, because at the end of the day it wasn't really a sacrifice. That is why you were in Vancouver in mid-November, one of the rainiest months of the year. However, as you laid on the plushy hotel bed on your front with just a thin white sheet covering your lower half, staring at the man you loved, who you was all smiles after reacquainting yourselves with each other's bodies, the miserable weather felt well worth it. A small shiver ran down your spine as Daveed traced soft patterns along your skin. 

 The remnants of heavy breathing continued as you laid silently trying to not to let your anxiety of the evening ahead take control of you and the look on your face told Daveed where you were without need to say it out loud. "Penny for your thoughts beautiful." He murmured and placed a soft kiss to bare your shoulder. You only shook your head at him, not trusting your voice to hold out right now. You didn’t want to burst the bubble of perfection that had been created moments ago and you certainly didn't want to tell him that you wanted to cancel the plans for tonight. When the cast had found out you were visiting they had set out a bar crawl around the city, it had been planned for weeks now and you didn't want to ruin things because of your anxiety. You had met the cast so many times before, so there was no real reason for this to be happening. If anything that made you feel worse because you were comfortable around them. You felt the panic rising in your stomach as these thoughts flew round and round in your head. It was dizzying. 

 With your mind racing a mile a minute, you had almost forgotten that Daveed was still by your side. He had been watching your face contort in fear and panic as you struggled with your own thoughts and he felt helpless to the situation. He knew a panic attack was potentially on the cards right now and he wanted to do everything he could to prevent it or help you through it. Unfortunately, as you had both found out in the past that is not how mental health works. Sometimes he just had to stand back and let you ride out the storm alone. He bought his hand up to your cheek and caressed it slowly and he loved that you nestled your face into his hand and he smiled softly at you. 

 The switched flipped so quickly, just as Daveed thought he had been helping was the moment that you shot out of bed and locked yourself in the bathroom. You were trying to shield him from the messiness of a panic attack, never considering he had wanted to help you through the mine field of your anxiety. You didn't think of that in the moment, no your brain wasn't rational enough to consider that, but who is when they feel like their hold body is giving up on them. You felt like you needed to run as far away as possible to protect you from yourself. With the door locked you sank to floor and gasped loudly, repeatedly, desperately trying to get some air into your lungs. Your body shook intensely and your vision became dark and blurred as you felt your access to oxygen disintegrate before you. You tried terribly hard to bring yourself back to planet Earth, but it felt like this was never going to end. 

 It felt like an eternity of rapid heart beats, intense sweating and overwhelming trembling before you felt yourself begin to finally calm down. You had lifted your knees up to your chest and bought your head in between your knees.  It had been a technique your dad had taught you when you began experiencing these attacks as a child and it was one of the few things that made you feel grounded and close to him. With the first part of your panic attack subsiding, the nausea and the chest pains made their presence known too and you attempted to ride the wave out as best as you could. You always experienced your attacks in two parts, it signaled that the end was in sight but not without it's own set of troubles. You moved yourself to the toilet bowl as you felt like you were on a ship, rocking back and forth. You were almost certain you were going to be sick, but it never came. You finally felt the whole ordeal subside and you took a big breath in and slowly let it out, just because you finally could. Daveed re-entered your mind and you didn't need to check to know that he had been sat outside and listened to the whole thing. Whenever you experienced this in his presence he always stayed close by but didn't ever invade the space you needed. You knew it was silly but you felt shame creep up your neck, upset by how bad this one had been and you wished for the ground to swallow you up whole. 

 Daveed had sat himself on the floor on the other side of the door, listening to you as you sobbed and gasped for breath. In that moment he understood what torture really felt like, if he wasn't helpless before he certainly was now. He racked his brain of ways to calm you down but he was so worried that by talking to you and interrupting your panic it would make it worse. He didn't want to make this worse for you. The only thing he could do, the same as you was wait it out. He was so relieved when he heard the lock click and he stood himself up. 

 You couldn't meet his eyes as you came face to face with one another. "What a way to say hello, huh?" You mumbled quietly and he let out an amused breath. He should have known something like that was coming, you often used humour to hide behind. You shuffled out of the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bed. Your eyes were glued to the floor. 

"Can I give you a hug?" Daveed asked tentatively, to which you nodded. Daveed wrapped his arms around you, and you turned yourself into his body, resting your head on his bare chest as he held onto your shoulders tightly.

 Only seconds into the hug you let out a quiet giggle as the whole situation dawned on you, he looked down at you puzzled by your quick change of demeanour. Your laughter didn't die down and Daveed found himself understanding even though he was still clueless, your laughter became infectious and he laughed into your hair as you laughed into his chest. It was a nice moment of relief.

"Sorry. It's just we're both still naked and that just really got to me…" You said as you calmed down. "I don't know why, just it all seemed so ridiculous when I realised you were butt naked." When he didn't reply to you, you felt the need to fill the silent air, worried about what he thought of you. "So, what time do we need to be ready for?" you asked tentatively. 

"9:15pm tomorrow, as long as you feel up to it." Daveed replied. You lifted your head up to look at him for the first time. "Don't give me that look Y/n. I wasn't about to make you endure anything more tonight. I text the group, it's already done." 

"But I don't want them to think I am being rude." You murmured, the panic bubbling back up. 

"Hey." He replied and put his hand under your chin to lift you head so you had to look at him. "Forget the world, it can wait until tomorrow." You smiled timidly at the man that you loved more than anything in the world and for the first time since you had arrived in Vancouver you felt like you could breath. "Now will you let me cuddle you until you feel better please?" He asked.

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City lights: 01. Babygirl

Daveed Diggs x South African!Black!O.C

Ch.1

Warnings:

Swearing/cursing

Alcohol consumption

Suggestive content

A.N: Covid? We don't know her here. I didn't wanna be restricted so I decided to pretend that shit didn't happen. Sorry❤️.

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10:00 p.m

Cubaña Midrand

20 February 2020

"Happy Birthday Dear Mawande! Happy birthday to you!" "Aii umdala mfana (you're old bro!)"

32. Its not really a special age to most, but to Mawande and her friends? Every year was special. Every birthday is a celebration of how far they had made it and the fact that they were all still together since primary school. A couple were lost on the way but they were grateful for each other. They'd been through so much with each other that they were a family but that's a story for later.

This little begins story begins at Mawande's birthday party. She and her friends getting drunk out of minds knowing damn well that tomorrow morning she had to be on set for a new movie she was starring in as the leading lady. Did they care though? No!

"DJ re batla ho tants'a (we wanna dance)!" Amo yellsled. In response, he played Phone yam. All of a sudden phones were on ears and a Ciroc bottle was on her other friend Sphesh's head, Kayla was playing with a whole ass Tanqueray bottle as if it's a toy. Mara it's like Ami always says "Utywala (alcohol) will hlanyis you (make you crazy)."

She felt something heavy fall on her shoulder. It was someone's arm. She looked up to see her best guy friend Refloe, aka Casper Nyovest. "These people are drunkards mahn," he chuckled. She raised an eyebrow remembering what he said earlier on. "Sonke sthand' utywala angisho guys?(We all love alcohol don't we guys?)" she mocked. He shook his head. "So vele you're going to use my own words against me?" he laughed. She grinned like a cheshire cat. "Damn right!"  He smirked mischievously. "SONKE STHAND' UTYWALA ANGISHO GUYS!?" he yelled from next to her. "Voetsek Refloe! You only making shit worse," she cackled as she smacked his arm.

She needed some air and a drink so went went over to the bar. "Marc." The young bartender rushed to her service leaving the young man he was probably flirting with. "Hey Wande, what can I get you?" he inquired with a smile. Mawande loved how Marcus enjoyed what his job. She thought it was refreshing. "A dawa would be nice," she, shrugged. "One dawa coming right up."

While she waited, a deep voice spoke from her left.

"You know I've never heard of a Dawa before."

She turned to see who had spoken and honestly, she liked what she saw. The way his skin glowed in the gold lighting made him even more gorgeous. His hair, oh God his hair. It made Mawande wanna cry. It was absolutely perfect, curls and all. His eyes were illuminated by the light, giving them a little sparkle like in the movies. His smile was so angelic. And his body; she could see his biceps through his jacket and although his pants weren't really tight, she could tell he was well endowed. The way his chain hung off his neck, put her panties at risk. Her drink hadn't even arrived yet so she couldn't take a sip to quench her suddenly intensified thirst. She had to focus. She didn't want him to think she wanted him.

"It was originally a Brazilian medical remedy, but was passed over to the Kenyans. I guess my people turned it into booze," she chuckled nonchalantly. "What's in it?" "Lime, suiker and vodka." His face scrunches up in confusion. Had she said anything wrong?

"What's the second one?" "Suiker." He smiled again. "In English." Her eyes widened as realization hit her like a train. The guy was not South African. She chastised herself for not having picked that up from the accent, not the fact that he didn't know basic Afrikaans. "Ohh, its Afrikaans for sugar. I'm sorry thought you were from around here for some reason," she apologized. He just chuckled softly. "Nah its okay."

"Wande, I got your Dawa right here," Marcus said as he slid the drink over to her. She thanked him with a grateful smile. "Wande?" the mystery man next to me asked. "Its short for Mawande," she replied before taking her first sip. "That's a beautiful name. What does it mean? What language is it?" His posture had become more relaxed and his whole body had turned toward her. He was genuinely interested. "My native tongue, Xhosa. Others say "May the house increase," others say "Expansion of God's wisdom"." He nodded at her explanation. "My name's Daveed," he said sticking his hand out. "Its pleasure to meet you Daveed," Mawande said while shaking his hand. "Pleasure's all mine Mawande."

Mawande thanked the lord that her name was easy to pronounce.

The vibe in the club had cooled down when the DJ played Abantu by Mobi Dixon and Samthing Soweto. Well the music had cooled down. Mawande could hear her people singing at the top of their lungs on the dance floor. She was positive that either Refloe or Amo were in the middle of it all. It made her laugh.

"So Mawande, you came here alone?" he asks. His question sounded like he was hoping she didn't have a boyfriend. "Nah. About 75% of the people here are with me. What about you?" she asked. Mawande herself low-key hoped he didn't have a girlfriend. Or a wife. "Nah just here with a couple friends," he shrugged. Just then his face lit up. "Hey you wanna dance?" he offered. "The song's about to finish," she chuckled. "Well there's still the next one," he said with a smirk. She finished my drink and got up from the bar stool. Daveed looked up at her in a mix of confusion, hope and dread. "Come on," she said offering her hand. He smiled again which Mawande found to be the most adorable thing ever, and took my hand. In just a moment they were on the dance floor with their friends.

The next song? Baby Girl by Casper. As expected, everyone grabbed their significant others. Daveed's hands snaked around her waist, while her arms wrapped around his neck. "I like your curly hair and your physique baby, you're unique baby, you're so complete baby," Mawande sang along. Daveed smirked down at her and shook his head, making his curls bounce. "Do you now?" he chuckled. "How sure are you that I was addressing you?" she snarked. He feigned a hurt expression. "Ouch. My feelings." She laughed at his behaviour. "Aren't you supposed to back it up when they say "Back up for me"?" Daveed joked. "Oh I will the next time he says it," she chirped. He raised a challenging eyebrow. The glint in her eyes was devilish. She wasn't joking. He pulled her closer as she started twerking on his crotch when Cas sang "Baby won't you back up, back up for me."

"Cause I can get you wetter, set up, living better. I can show you levels never never achieved." At that point, Mawande could feel Daveed's boner. She didn't mind it though, her nipples felt the exact same way. She thought about how maybe they could leave together. After all they're both responsible adults that aren't drunk, but then again they know nothing about each other and Mawande was not a fan of one night stands.

They had been seated at the bar again, talking about a bunch of books they had both recently read when Refloe walked up to the pair wearing a shit eating grin. "So Wande, you wanna introduce me to your muntuza (significant other)?" Mawande chuckled. "Fefe this is my new friend Daveed. Daveed, this is my bro Refloe, aka Casper Nyovest, aka Mr Fill up, formerly the sexy chubby ninja." The gentlemen shook hands and exchanged "nice to meet you"s. "Anyway I popped over to tell you that we're heading to my crib to keep the party going," Refloe announced. "Nah y'all can go ahead, ndiyavuka ngomso." Refloe nodded and gave Mawande a hug before leaving the pair.

"I see my people have abandoned me," Daveed mumbles. "But you know your way around right?" Mawande had a feeling that this guy hadn't been around long. "Not at all. I'll just call an Uber," he shrugged. "Where you staying?" "Morningside. Sandton. We got a house there." Mawande smiled at the convenience. "Awesome my place is about 10 minutes away, in Sandhurst. I'll just drive you," Mawande offered. Daveed raised an eyebrow and smirked. "How do I know you're not trying to kidnap me?" Mawande frowned in response. "Wrong country my guy. We're going through some shit right now," she deadpanned. Daveed's eyes widened. "Holy shit that was ignorant of me to say. I am so sorry."

Mawande laughed as the adonis in front of her apologized frantically. It was just too cute. "It's okay dude. Just don't ever say shit like that again." Daveed sighed in relief. "For a second there I thought you hated me." "I would've if you weren't so attractive," she shot back while she looked for her keys. Eventually she found them and smiled at Daveed. "Shall we?"

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Morningside Sandton

1:00 a.m

The drive to Daveed's place was full of laughter and what Mawande called her unbearable screeching. Daveed called it Mawande's angelic singing. He liked everything he knew about Mawande, even if it wasn't much. What was on the surface didn't matter but her curves, her long dark dreadlocks, her warm mocha skin, her big light brown eyes, her small yet plump dark lips, her small button shaped nose, it all made her look absolutely perfect.

But under the surface was so much more. He didn't know much about her except for her excellent taste in literature but he knew there was so much more to her. He wanted to explore her mind, body and soul. He wanted to know every inch of her, inside and out.

Daveed was snapped out of his thoughts by the car stopping. They were parked outside the house he was staying at and Mawande was looking at him. "So uhm, we're here," she said shyly. He didn't know what to say. "Thanks. For the amazing night and the ride here." A small smile danced onto her face. "Can I get your number?" Daveed asked as he handed her his phone. She typed her name and number in before handing him his phone. "I uh hope to see you soon, or at least get a call." He could tell that she was nervous. He couldn't blame her, he was too. How could he not be, she was one of the most beautiful and funniest women he had met in his life. Of course he'd call her soon.

"Well this is it. I wish tonight didn't have to end," she sighed. "It doesn't have to," he said suggestively. She chuckled and shook her head. "I have to be up really early tomorrow." Daveed chuckled and nodded in understanding, remembering that he had to do the same. "Yeah me too. I don't know why I suggested that." She smiled again. "Some other time?" "Yeah. Definitely."

"Good night Mawande."

"Good night Daveed."

Finally, he got out of her car and headed for his place. The minute he unlocked his door she drove off. That was also the minute when Daveed realized he was bloody dense and didn't know her last name.

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