#Rafael Casal x Black!Reader

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gfg Pt. 1

Pairing: Rafael Casal x OFC Black!Reader (Maya Smith) x Daveed Diggs Rating: M 18+ MINORS DNI strong language, drug usage, SMUT unprotected sex, public sex, spanking, fingering, dirty talk, voyeurism, exhibitionism, double penetration, edging, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, daddy kink, sir kink, oral m/f receiving, dom/sub. FILTH Summary: Rafael and Reader invite Daveed to their bedroom Word Count: 1.8K Requested: YES! From this Anon ask, y’all this was literally the first request when I opened my asks again. At first, I was like

Then I was like

Maya sat in the green room scrolling on her phone, the clippng concert had just ended, and she managed to escape backstage to wait for her boyfriend of five years. Maya was deliberate in picking what she chose to wear tonight and she received the exact reaction she was hoping for. Maya wore this out specifically for Rafael. She decided against standing near the front of the crowd, as that would be too obvious, so she opted to stand in the middle, center stage right in Rafael’s eyesight when he would be on stage with Daveed.

She could still recall the moment when his eyes met hers during the concert and the look he gave her when he saw what she was wearing. It sent shivers throughout her body, she bit her lip in anticipation of their plans tonight. She could feel the arousal between her thighs the whole concert. The door opened and Maya looked up from her spot hoping to see Rafael but it was Daveed. He was still sweaty, and shirtless, from the concert.

“You always manage to lose your shirt during a concert Diggs.” Maya teased a smirk on her face. Maya and Daveed always participated in playful flirting when they were around each other, ever since Rafa introduced the two of them, it was harmless…well at least on Daveed’s end.

“It’s only for you,” he winked, “and I know you not talkin’.” He said about what she was wearing.

“Was I too distracting?” Maya questioned, crossing her legs, showing off more of her thighs to Daveed. Daveed laughed nervously,

“Yeah, the lights kept shining off your big ass forehead,” Daveed deflected. Maya had to bring out the big guns, she got up and walked past Daveed, not without brushing her ass against him.

“Sorry, D.” She said obliviously as she bent down to grab a water bottle from the mini-fridge.

“Damn,” Daveed exclaimed eyeing Maya’s body.

“Like what you see Diggs? You know, I didn’t only wear this outfit for Rafa.” Maya slowly approached the man until their faces were inches from each other. Daveed cursed under his breath.

“You okay there, Daveed?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,”

“You sure?” She stepped even closer to him, her breasts pushing up against his hard chest. Daveed held back a groan, he wanted to pinch himself because he had to be dreaming. Even if he was, he didn’t want to wake up. Maya didn’t give him a chance to respond before she wrapped her hands around his neck, her lips dangerously close to his.

“What you doin’ Maya?”

“I don’t know,” she responded feigning innocence “What do you want me to do?” The door opened to reveal Rafa. Daveed had practically jumped away from Maya, Rafa had a dark glint in his eyes.

“Keeping my lady company Diggs?” Rafa walked into the room and stood beside her. She didn’t miss the subtle squeeze on her side.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, um I’m gonna talk to Bill real quick,” Daveed said absentmindedly leaving the green room quickly. Once he was gone Rafa turned his gaze to Maya

“What?”

“You know what, so?”

“Oh, he’s definitely down, let’s shoot for next week, my birthday.” Maya grinned “He probably would’ve fucked me if you didn’t come in.”

“Oh really?” Rafa grabbed Maya’s hand and led her back to the sofa. He sat down and she instantly straddled him

“Mhmm, I was hoping he would, I wanted him to bend me over the sofa and fuck me so bad, I just know his dick is big,” Maya whispered into Rafa’s ear, purposefully trying to get under his skin. You gasped when Rafa roughly grabbed your hair

“What are you trying to do Maya?” Rafa asked his lips ghosting over yours, you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face.

“Should’ve known you’d enjoy this too much,” Rafa said rubbing his thumb over your lips, you obediently opened your mouth and he pushed his thumb in. You moaned around the digit, your eyes never leaving Rafa’s. You ground your hips down, moaning wantonly, feeling Rafa’s hard dick through his sweatpants. Rafa removed his thumb from your mouth. Rafa leaned back on the couch, his arms spread out. Rafa gave you a look and you knew what he wanted. You unbuttoned your shorts and lifted your body before flinging them off. Rafa attacked your mouth not giving you a chance to react to the passionate kiss. It didn’t take long for Rafa’s hands to travel down until he dipped his hands into your fishnet tights, he smiled into the kiss when he discovered you weren’t wearing any panties. You hungrily looked at your boyfriend before you were suddenly turned over and laying across his lap.

“This is not what I told you to wear,” Rafa said darkly as he ripped your tights.

“I’m sorry sir, the dress couldn’t fit.”

“Cause of all that ass,” He said kneading Maya's ass, making her moan aloud

“You better keep it down before someone hears you. Unless that’s what you want. You want someone to come in here and see how much of a slut you really are? You got everyone fooled that you’re so innocent but you know what you are deep down. You still need a punishment one, for not wearing the dress, and two, for trying to make me mad. How many do you think?”

“Five, sir.” Rafa hummed,

“Shouldn’t even call this a punishment, you love this don’t you?”

“I love whatever punishment you give me sir,”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Green.”

“Hmm, count and if you mess up I’ll start over.”

“Yes sir—aaahh!” Rafa's hand came down on her ass…hard

“One,”

“Mmm, Two!” Maya almost screamed when she felt Rafa’s finger rubbing gentle circles on her clit and then roughly pinching it. She didn’t have a chance to react, Rafa landed two hard slaps.

“Three! Four!” Maya said into Rafa’s thigh.

“One more baby, you’re doing so good.” Maya could only moan in response, she had been on edge since she left their place. Rafa delivered one last slap.

“Five!” Rafa picked Maya up so that her back was against his chest, her legs spread open. She gasped loudly when Rafa sunk three fingers into her, instantly finding the spot that made her eyes roll to the back of her head. Maya should’ve kept her mouth shut, but who would she be if didn’t push the envelope a bit?

“Mmm, Daveed,” She moaned Rafa landed a slap on her clit, he covered Maya’s mouth when she cried out

“You really wanna piss me off?” He said into the crook of her neck.

“No, sir.” She breathed.

“I think you do, you’re being bad Maya, and bad girls don’t get to come.” Rafa pulled his fingers out and placed them in front of Maya she obediently opened her mouth and took the digits into her mouth, moaning at the taste of herself. Three heavy knocks made the couple pause in their moment.

“Yo Raf! Diggs said you're needed at the meet and greet.”

“Looks, like we’re gonna have to do this the fast way.” Maya got off her boyfriend’s lap and instantly sunk to her knees.

“Raf?!”

“Give me five minutes!”

Maya eagerly undid Rafa’s jeans and pulled out his hard dick. Maya swallows him, taking him as far as she could. She put her hands behind her back and let Rafa fuck her mouth. He placed his hands on the back of her head and thrust his hips up, making her gag around his dick. It didn’t long take for Rafa to come, Maya swallowing all that he gave. Maya smiled wickedly at Rafa licking her lips.

“I love you so much, you did so good baby. I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“Mm, I love you too and you were perfect.”

“Wait for me here? I’ll be right back.” Rafael hurriedly pulled up his jeans and rushed out of the room. Luckily for Maya, there was a bathroom in the green room. By the time she was done freshening up Rafael had returned.

“You hungry?”

“Yeah, can we get ramen?”

“Of course, we can get it to-go, head home and take a bath together.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Next Week

Rafael and Daveed were sitting on the couch not even remembering why they were laughing so hard. Rafael hosted a kickback for Maya’s birthday. By now everyone had left, and it was just the three of them, which was the perfect time to spark up. Maya sat on the other side her legs sprawled over Rafa. Maya smiled slyly when a wicked idea came to mind, she grabbed Rafa’s face pulling him close to hers, and did a shotgun; making sure to exchange eye contact with Daveed the entire time who shifted uncomfortably on his side of the sofa.

“So I’m gonna head out.”

“Are you sure? We were gonna play a game,” Maya pouted

“Nah, I’m a little faded.”

“All the more reason you shouldn’t leave.” Maya crawled over to Daveed’s side of the sofa. Daveed frowned, why the hell wasn’t Rafa saying anything, Daveed visibly gulped when Maya straddled him.

“Your mouth says you want to leave, but something else is telling me differently.”

“Rafa, what the fuck?!”

“Stay…Daveed, I want you to…for me. I’ll say please,” Maya leaned in close by his ear “and other things.” She whispered, Daveed chuckled nervously

“Raf!”

“Maya and I have been talking and we want to do this with you. If you want.” Daveed would be lying if he didn’t say he thought it about…plenty of times…late at night…last night. He never acted on it because he didn’t want to jeopardize his friendship with Rafa and his relationship with Maya.

“No strings attached?”

“We can make this a regular thing if you want,” Maya offered eagerly.

“You better give her an answer soon, Diggs.” Rafael teased as he handed Daveed the blunt. Daveed took a large inhale, fuck it.

“Can I be a good girl for you, Daddy?” Maya asked as she began to slowly grind against Daveed,

“Fuck, I think I should be asking you that,” Daveed hands went to Maya’s waist to control her movements

“Are you gonna be a good girl for both of us?”

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[thirstnotes]

| Imagine Being Quiet and Nerdy and in Love with Daveed and Rafa Since Childhood and Not Realizing Rafa Liked You All That Time |

1998

"Ey, man, leave that girl alone. Give it back, f'real."

Those were the words that made your soul leave your 8th grade body. Sure he was laughing when he said it, so it was a soft demand, but the fact that Rafael Casal was defending you to any capacity made your brain leave orbit. Which is not where you needed it to be right now.

Because you didn't know what to say when his friend gave you your novel back. He didn't seem to expect a response, however, completely overlooking you to defend himself to Rafa. "What? I just wanna know what be so damn interesting in them books she always reading."

"Bitch, spell 'interesting',” Daveed joked, getting a spirited shove from behind as they all left you alone. You bit your lip to keep from laughing at the jab. The last thing you needed was to draw attention back to yourself.

They all roasted each other as they continued up the sidewalk, all shoving each other and completely forgetting about you. Thankfully. With a final "Man fuck you!" they all disappeared around the corner. Still talking shit. You exhaled. Your skin was cool with the feeling of sweat that broke out when they’d approached. Your pulse was pounding in your eardrums. You swallowed, your throat cracking a bit from the moisture finally returning to it. You were ashamed of the way you choked whenever they were around.

You were the epitome of a "good girl". Straight A's, well-read, well-behaved, stayed out of trouble. It always pleased your parents, but your social life was sorely lacking. Plus, anxiety was a bitch and it made you an easy target for teasing. Particularly from the neighborhood boys--them included. Your Grandma claimed it was because they thought you were cute and just did it because they didn't have anything better to do.

A thought you wanted to entertain.

But nah, you knew it was because you were funny to watch squirm and fumble for a good comeback. Today, however, Rafa and Dav--as they so affectionately called each other--seemed to exercise a small bit of restraint when their third homie went in on you.

Possibly because your Grandma used to be their music teacher and looked out for them. Maybe because she paid them to do odd jobs around her house to keep them out of trouble. Or maybe it was because she always fed them whenever they came over after school. Which wasn't anything novel; she fed everybody that came through. So you legit couldn't think of any other reason they'd take it easy on you. Sure, you interacted occasionally--often being in the same room and all--but you'd hardly call yourselves "friends that hang out".

You were--as Rafa put it--"so fuckin weird", although said in a lighthearted way that made your heart flutter. In a way, it did make you feel like you were closer than your other schoolmates, if only temporary.

Which was why you were so ashamed of yourself for choking up so much. They were just dumb boys doin' dumb boy shit. Clownin' around. Any cool bitch would’ve snatched her book back and cut them all off at the knees with something sharp and/or flirty.

But you were nothing like that. You were a nervous laugher, pretending to be a good sport, not wanting to offend, but also desperately wanting them to leave you alone type of girl. No matter how fine you thought they were. Especially how fine you thought they were.

They were on a whole other level. Cute, charismatic, talented, funny, down-to-earth…and right across the street. You would listen from your window all the time, doing your homework, blinds just barely open, the window cracked to hear them joking and taking turns freestyling bars about people they saw or stuff they liked. Which you enjoyed.

At least until you heard them jokingly rap:

See shawty 'cross the street always playing hide-and-seek-er/peepin all up in the blinds like can't nobody see her

You couldn't look them in the eye for a week-

"Amber Brown," your bestie laughed aloud, interrupting your story with a smirk that suggested she was holding onto a juicy secret. You frowned at her expectantly.

"What?"

"You know that song was about you, right?" she purred deviously, waggling her perfectly contoured brows at you. You rolled your eyes with a sheepish smile, the familiar feeling of embarrassment creeping up your spine.

"Anyway-"

"No, no for real!" she pleaded apologetically, "That's how I found out Rafa had a crush on you."

Your jaw went slack. "What?"

F/N gave you an obnoxiously beaming smirk. "Mmhmmmm."

Then she took a long sip of her drink, which made you practically foam at the mouth for more information.

"Okay, so???" you urged, motioning for her to go on. She seemed to revel in your anxiety.

She smacked her lips for a moment then relented. "Okay okay. For real tho. Who did you think Amber Brown was about?"

She paused to let you add two and two together. You decided to give her the wrong answer. “Somebody at school.”

You truly earned the look she gave you. “Yeah. You, silly ass.”

You laughed and shrugged, your chest fluttering and sparkling with the revelation that maybe your best friend was actually right. “I’m just sayin. There were a lot of Ambers floatin’ ‘round that school.”

“You are way too bright for me to dignify that with an answer.”

You took a smirky sip and she rolled her eyes.

“Amber brown is about your eyes, smartass.”

She looked pleased at the cough that pulled from you.

“Amber Brown in my town always got me feenin’, honey brown lookin 'round like shawty always schemin’? He was talkin about how shy you were and how he though it was cute. Which like. I ain’t gon lie. That was fuckin adorable.”

You wanted poke fun at how she remembered that freestyle from so long ago, but you did too. It was one of your favorites. But not once did you think it was about you. You truly thought it was about some chick named Amber.

“My eyes ain’t honey brown,” was all your flustered brain could manage.

“Remember in music class when we were talking about Jasmine’s contacts and the sun hit your eyes at just the right angle and we started talking about how brown eyes hit different in the sun?”

How could you forget? Rafa was the one that started it all in the first place. Everybody started laughing then Andre joked about you being his new boo. You were petrified.

“Rafa said ‘damn’ or something…whatever it was, it about how pretty your eyes were when the sun hit them. Everybody started laughing, but he was for real. I thought he was legit gon’ smack the shit outta Dre’.”

“He laughed too,” you pressed, hanging on every word, hoping she’d supply more. As if she’d sensed it, she continued.

“Because he was a dumbass boy back then. But he was straight up serious then. Anyway, after school, when Daveed and him did their usual freestyle stuff, he started spitting that shit and I was convinced homeboy was sprung."

(Part 2)

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What’s This?

Paring: Henry Cavill x Actress Reader x Sebastian Stan

Word count: 1 K

Summary: Halloween or Christmas? Why not both?

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, RPF. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Flirting, suggestive language, definite praise kink,  drinking, slapping (and liking it), propositioning, finger fucking in public, implied threesome. 

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask.

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You were at your hotel bar after the awards show, savoring your Macallans 18, with Henry’s deep baritone British drawl in your ear. You didn’t know Superman had game like this.

“What he doesn’t know about, he doesn’t need to know about. You said yourself, you two are not that serious. It’s just fun. Why can’t you have some fun with me, Love?”

“What kind of fun are you talking about?”

You took a slow sip of your whiskey and snaked your tongue out to collect stray liquid. Henry’s eyes followed every movement, taking in your glowing skin, the deep pools of your eyes, and those moist, juicy lips. He had to have you.

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“Ten Rounds” part i.

Daveed Diggs x female! reader 

♡ reader is a well known singer, rafael invited forced daveed to come with him to a concert of hers and he's enamored of reader.

♡ warnings; all characters are 21+. rpf ( real person fiction ). sexual tension?? idk

♡ wc; 1.7k 

♡ notes; also i have a new writing format soo yeahhdeuf. the female named “imani” is intended to be black. feel free to change some things with your imagination. the song performed was sativa sung by jhené aiko ( you sang her parts ) and swae lee ( imani sang his parts ). 

ㅤTODAY WAS THE DAY OF YOUR COLLABORATION PERFORMANCE with you and your friend, imani (ee-mah-knee) her stage name being destiny. she is a great singer, but not as well known as you. you figured you can help her popularity and make people realize she’s a great singer by collaborating with her. imani was ecstatic when you invited her to a collab. soon enough the song “sativa” you both made went viral, and today was the performance for that song ( and the other songs you and she made. )

ㅤ“girl you do not know how excited i am for this shit!” imani was excitedly jumping around, her teal-green outfit making some ruffling noises, as you put your manicured hand in front of your lips as you laughed at her enthusiasm. “oh right! i heard that THE gOD FUCKING DAMN rafael casal will be in the vip section” imani grabbed your shoulders and shook you “isn’t he that actor? from blindspotting?” you asked your friend. “yeah, bitch!” she waved her hands around in excitement. “ didn’t he have a friend acting with him in blindspotting?” “yeah, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh daveed diggs!” imani snapped her fingers when she recalled his name. 

ㅤ“YO, RAFA WHAT’S UP?” daveed greeted his best friend that just busted open his door as he was splayed out on his own couch glancing at rafael and went back to his phone. “YO I GOT US SOME VIP TICKETS TO [STAGE NAME]’(S) PERFORMANCE TONIGHT.” rafael shouted at the top of his lungs. “huh” daveed looked up from his phone as he raised an eyebrow. “you don’t have a say in it, diggs. we goin’.” rafael smirked while waving around the gold tickets “get’cho ass ready, man!” he laughed and threw himself on the couch next to daveed. “man when does it even start” daveed inquired looking at his phone’s clock which showed 5:28 pm “thirty minutes.” rafael responded “..and how far is this concert?” daveed slowly looked at his friend as he questioned once more, squinting his eyes. “twenty minutes.” his best friend smiled. “this motherfucker..” daveed got up from his spot and quickly went to his closet grabbing a few clothes before rushing to the bathroom. 

ㅤ“so why’d you even get the tickets, man?” daveed asked, his hands on the steering wheel of the car. “dunno, heard [stage name] was cute so i wanted to check the real deal.” rafa huffed with laughter “you didn’t even search her up? the fuck, you didn’t even look who was on the website when you bought the tickets?” the dark skinned best friend deadpanned at the guy on the passenger seat. “hell nah! i wanted it to be a surprise and you better not look at the billboards!” daveed rolled his eyes before he chuckled. “alright fine. this better be good though, rafa.” “oh i know it’s good, at least that’s what i heard on tik tok.”

ㅤthe two arrived at the arena where the concert would be taking place, daveed parked the car, both men getting out of the vehicle and going to the VIP usher. where they got a stamp and went inside. they were escorted to their VIP seats. it was only a few minutes before the performance, a countdown on the large screen in front of everyone.

ㅤ“THERE’S SO MANY PEOPLE!” imani peeked out the curtain. “you’ll be the first one out there since the first verses are you, make sure to give it your all!” you smiled at imani, adjusting your costume. “yeah, i will! again, thank you so much for this opportunity, girl. i love you so much!” your friend hugged you tightly and you did as well. “girls, the show will start in one!” your manager called out. “just like we practiced, okay? i’m so proud of you!” imani nodded, before running to the elevating platform. the large screen counted down from five, the fans were screaming. “THREE! TWO! ONE!” 

ㅤ“yeah, oh, oh, yeah” the both of you sang, not showing up on the stage yet. the platform where imani was standing, started to rise up onto the main.  “why you make it so complicated? off the drink, we concentratin” your friend sang on the stage, her glittery green costume shimmering from the light focused on her.

ㅤ“IS THAT [STAGE NAME]?” daveed asked his friend next to him, rafael was about to shrug before a fan screamed “GO DESTINY!” “ah, it’s a collaboration performance.” daveed was getting into the beat, shifting around his seat and moving his body. it was really catchy, he had to admit. rafael followed suit. “is it hot in here or is it just me?” you came out from the red curtain in the middle of the stage, you sang in a rather sultry voice. people started screaming your stage name including imani’s. 

ㅤdaveed’s eyes widened pleasently, his eyes focused on you. “i said , now go and take a shot on me.” oh hell yeah, he was definitely going to do that ( sooner or later but not today ). “but i lasted ten rounds like a fre~ak like a g” you and imani started dancing along with the backup dancers. the way your body moved so swiftly, and your flirty attitude on stage just captivated the curly haired man. as you and imani sang there was a moment you looked into the crowd and saw daveed, you winked at him before you resumed looking at the other fans. 

ㅤ“holy shit, rafa did you see that?” “oh hell yeah, man. i saw that clearer than daylight!” rafa hyped his best friend up “we better go backstage later to meet her, dude!” “bruh, we can’t do that-” “trust me, she’ll be okay with it!” “alright fine.” daveed grinned as he shook his head gently. 

ㅤTHE SONG ENDED AND THE CROWD WENT WILD, screaming ‘i love you’ and stuff similar to that. “i’d like to thank [stage name] for this, if it wasn’t for her i really would’ve never been up here!” imani wrapped an arm around your shoulders before hugging you completely. “she’s the best, really!” “destiny, you absolute sweetheart! i just wanted people to see how much of a great singer you are!” you smiled at her. the people aww’ed at your friendship ( some even saying “they look cute together” something like that ) 

ㅤ“we’ll be taking a twenty minute intermission! feel free to leave your seats, get some snacks and drinks or take a look around the merchandise. make sure to not push anyone when leaving, and please be careful with the food! you might spill it!” you said before waving and walking backstage with imani. ”holy fucking shit, girl! at first i was so nervous but excited and when i finally got on the stage, OOOOOH girl, my confidence went up!” you giggled along with imani as she explained her first time singing live on stage. the knocking on your door hushed both of you.

ㅤ “[name], imani, two people wanna see both of ‘ya and i’m sure you wanna see these guys.” you can practically see the smile on your manager’s face despite not seeing her yourself. you looked at imani silently asking her if she wants to. “i mean- why not y’know?” she grinned. you raised a brow as you smirked before nudging her with your elbow. “alright, i’ll escort them here.” you removed an uncomfortable piece of your costume while imani was moving around and humming your guys’ song. after a minute or two you heard your door being knocked on again.

ㅤ”the door’s unlocked.” you call out. the door was opened by your manager and two ( hot ) men stepped inside. you were applying lipgloss and glanced at the two before smacking your lips “ oh, it’s you two.” you smiled up at them as you closed the container.  “daveed diggs and rafael casal, correct?” imani’s eyes shot up when she heard the two names being mentioned looking at the two men. she screamed “HOLY SHIT” before grabbing onto your arm “oh uhm! you can sit down on that couch over there!” and ran into a corner where they couldn’t see in their spot. your friend grabbed onto your shoulder blades and shook you. “what are they doing here?! let’s get their autographs! how old are they again? holy mother of- they’re so hot” imani was rambling.

ㅤyou giggled at her, telling her to calm down and breathe so she did. “seriously though, why are they here, girly?” “weren’t you the one that said you heard rafael casal will be coming?” “WELL I DIDN’T KNOW THEY’D ACTUALLY COME TO US PERSONALLY!” “let’s get to know them more, it wouldn’t hurt!” “alright, let’s go.” she grinned and you chuckled before the both of you leaving the corner to greet your two guests.

ㅤ”sorry for the wait, do you guys need anything? why’re you visiting us?” you questioned them, pouring water in two glasses and giving it to them. “ah, no nothing in particular. we just wanted to see the singers personally!” rafael exclaimed, nudging daveed’s upper arm. “uhhhh we wanted to ask if y’all wanna hang out after this or maybe sometime. both of ‘ya seem nice.” daveed said, smiling. “i’m down, how about you, destiny?” you asked your friend behind you that was reapplying some highlighter. 

ㅤ“hell yeah, i’m down!”  imani grinned at you, the two guys snickered from the couch. “uh yeah, girl, this ain’t gon’ work. it ain’t fair if ‘ya know our names but we don’t yours.” daveed smirked. “I'm not sure if i should be surprised or not that you guys don’t know. usually people would search it up themselves.” you said, placing a hand on your hip and smiled smugly. “i’m [name, last name]. she’s imani moore.” you pointed to your friend with your thumb. 

ㅤ”heyyo!” she smiled and posed a peace sign. “now we all know each other!” you beamed, and clasped your hands together. you looked at your phone’s clock and realized you and imani had two minutes to get on stage for your next song. “we gotta get ready for the upcoming track. let’s get some drinks after, yeah?” you said putting your hands behind your lower back ���hell yeah, girl! we’ll come back here after the show or the next intermission.” rafael smiled at you and stood up to leave along with daveed and left.

ㅤbefore daveed could fully leave the room he glanced at you and you winked at him. he smirked and left the area. ‘he’s cute’ you thought and looked at your friend who was smugly looking at you. “i saw that.” “how-” “there's a mirror next to the door y’know.” “please shut up.”

ㅤ©𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘅𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗶𝗶𝘅𝘅 - 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝗡𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲𝗱, 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁; 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱.

[blackqueenstarseed1]

The Friend

Chapter one - Fall out

Paring -  Rafael Casal x black!reader AU

Summary - You've been in love with one of your best friends for years, you've actually agreed to reveal your feelings to Daveed, but what happens when you find out he's got a new girlfriend. Will his best blonde-haired pal be the one you've always been waiting for?

Warnings - slight angst, heartbreak, Alcohol

Word count : 2,274

Note: Let me know your thoughts please. I love Rafael, and he needs more love on here. 

I’m also making a tag list, let me know if you want to be apart of it.

“Not that dress it’s giving grandma vibes.”, your roommate Jamie said leaning against the doorway to your bedroom. As she nodded towards your floral dress that was in your hands. 

“Well help me find something, I wanna make sure he noticed me this time.” You mumbled closing your eyes imagining his beautiful brown eyes that can warm an entire room. And that smile, oh that fucking smile that felt as pure as the source of light. Returning back to reality you signed, “I’m gonna tell him how I feel tonight, and  I- I want it to be special. You know?”

Jamie raised her brown, walked towards your bed, and took a seat next to you. Staring you in the eye giving you her concerned motherly look, oh here she goes, you thought not wanting to hear another lecture, especially with your nerves today. “Listen y/n, no matter what happens tonight just know that you don’t need some guy to be happy okay? Daveed is an idiot if he doesn’t see how much of a wonderful person you are.”

That was his name Daveed, Daveed Daniele Diggs, and you were in love with him since you first met at freshman orientation which was five years ago. You wanted to tell him how you felt, but he was in a long-term relationship with a girl named Lisa. But about three months ago he learned that she was cheating on him for over 4 years. You honestly felt bad at how happy you were at the news, throwing yourself a little party at some misdeeds. No, really you actually did throw a little party, from buying a mini cake, and jumping up and down as ‘lovely day’ by bill withers played through the stereo. Pathetic. With that, you decided to give him time to heal before you tell him that you were helplessly in love with him. Three months should be good enough you mused.

“Yea, yea I get it. Love myself before someone else. I didn’t ask for a Ted talk, but okay.” You replied getting up from your seat, throwing the dress back in the closet. “Now help me find something to wear. Let me see if that fashion degree was worth it?”

Jamie chuckled, shaking her head at you. Walking into your closet she nodded, “sure.”

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Your stomach was beginning to do circles as you and Jamie arrived at the party. It’s okay you can do this ...after some drinks… but no I should stay sober for this.

“Y/n! Jamie! Come and take a shot with me.” Oak yelled, walking towards the pair of you with two shot glasses in his hands. As he came up to the both of you his eyes went wide as he looked at you up and down inspecting your outfit. “Damn y/n, you look ummm, y-you look, I-I mean wow.”

You nodded with a satisfied smile on your face. I hope Daveed likes this too. “Thanks, oak, and no thank you I’m the DD tonight.”

“Cool, cool. Well, I’m over there if you need me.” He winked and walked towards a group of guys.

“Hey wait, I never said that I didn’t want one,” Jamie yelled frowning as Oak walked away selectively not hearing her plea. Turning towards you with a knowing smirk on her face, she shook her head. “See I told you bitch. You’re  fucking hot.”

“Oak flirts with anything that moves, that was nothing.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes. It was true though, you loved Oak to death but if you had a penny for every compliment he gave to anyone you’d be a trillionaire.

“True but- Oh fuck look who just arrived. Twelve o’clock your way.” Jamie mumbled and nodded her head towards the front door. Slowly looking up your heart began to beat fast, increasing in an unhealthy way. Daveed walked in the room like the goddess that he was, dressed to the gods, hair moisturized to the lords. He waved at people nearby as he walked further through the party getting closer to you. Jamie squeezed your shoulder, giving you a warm smile. “Do it now, so you’ll have the rest of the night to drink the pain away.”

You nodded not being able to reply as Daveed walked up to you.

“Hey! Y/n, Jamie. It’s good to see you both.” He said with his beautiful eye smile lighting up the room giving Jamie a side hug. Pulling you into a warm hug looking you up, and down biting his lips. “What’s been going on with you? I felt like we haven’t talked in years!”

“Oh, y'know works have been pulling me in all areas.” You replied, wishing you had taken the shot Oak had offered you earlier. Liquid courage can be a good thing. Gathering the little courage you had you shot him a smile, “Actually I been wanting to talk to you about something-“

“Thanks, diggs for the correct directions. I really appreciate it. If you haven’t noticed I’m being sarcastic.” A voice yelps in the near distance interrupting your plan to drag Daveed away, to confess your love for him. Balling your fists trying to keep your cool, looking up trying to see who was brave enough to interrupt a girl so helplessly in love. Wearing a yellow ‘Oakland’ hoodie, with glasses on, walking towards you with a girl walking beside him, you signed as you made the person out. Rafael Santiago motherfucking Casal, great, now you didn’t hate him per se but you greatly dislike his white ass. From disagreeing on everything, arguing over stupid shit, him teasing, and poking fun at you every chance he got on you. Let’s just say you two weren’t exactly close. Walking up to the three of you he smiled, “ Hey, Jamie. I love ya man, but never ask me for a favor if you can’t cooperate okay.”

The fuck did he just ignore me. You thought saying a silent prayer in your head trying not to go off on his ass.

“Sorry, my phone went dead once I realized I gave y’all the wrong direction,” Daveed mumbled, shrugging his shoulders, reaching his hands out to the girl who arrived with Rafael. What? Who is she? “ Guys I want y’all to meet my girlfriend Serena.”

At that moment you could’ve sworn that the entire room can hear your heart-shattering in millions of pieces. After all this time of pinning after a guy, you always cared for giving your every thought to, but in reality, he will never give you the time of day. Fuck I’m a desperate piece of mess you thought feeling your throat getting hard. Fuck don’t cry you weak bitch. Jamie looked up in surprise, her eyes instantly falling on you shooting you a sympathetic look. But no you weren’t gonna be a bitter bitch just because someone wasn’t into you, you were better than that. Putting all of your feelings aside you nod. “Nice to meet you I’m, y/n, and that’s Jamie.”

“You too. Oh my god, I love your outfit, it's beautiful.” She smiled, making Daveed grin as he pulled her into a side hug, happy that she was getting along with his friends. Mumbling a small ‘thanks’, you felt defeated, not only was she pretty, but she was nice too. You couldn’t even hate her if you tried, at least his last girlfriend Lisa was a total bitch, something that your whole friend group silently thought as well. Which was good because it didn’t make you feel guilty for your feelings for Daveed because you had a villain in your love story. Kissing her cheek making her giggle, Daveed smiled and looked up at you. “So what were you trying to tell me earlier?”

“Oh, um it was nothing. Just forget it. Listen I should go see everyone else.” You rasped, pointing towards an area of the house far away from them. “It was good seeing you all.”

 “Okay, well don’t be a stranger.” Daveed frown noticing the change in your state, just a minute ago you were on cloud nine. Serena waved bye at you. While Jamie stared at you squinting her eyes, silently asking if you needed her, you shook your head no. Rafael glanced up looking away from his phone for a moment and mumbled. “See ya.”

Oh? so he did know that I was here, fucking bitch.

Grabbing a bottle of vodka on your way out towards the pool area, you found a place farther away from any eyes. You began to take a gulp from the bottle. “Fuck.”

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“I guess I don’t need this.” You laughed fully drunk after finishing almost half the bottle of vodka. Standing by the pool with the letter you wrote Daveed in your right hands, and a lighter in your left trying to burn your feelings away. Maybe it was because you were drunk off your ass, or maybe the lighter was cheap as hell. But It wouldn’t work no matter how much you flick the little rolling thingy. “Fuck can something work for me for once. DAMN IT!”

“Hey what the fuck y/n! Are you trying to burn the house down?” Rafael yelled running up to you snatching the lighter from your hands. Making you jump in surprise, him coming out of nowhere throwing you off, so much so that you slipped on a puddle of water nearby. Feeling gravity defy you, You gasped “Shit.”

But before you could even fall into the pool, you felt warm arms around you. Looking up into the eyes of the person who saved you from embarrassment. You tilted your head, eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why the guy who hated your entire existence decided to save you from humiliation. Rafael’s expression hardened. “Are you insane? What if you would’ve gotten hurt?.”

“Please, stop yelling. My head hurts, and the room is spinning.” You whined, placing your hand on your forehead trying to block any more noise, coming your way. You didn’t need someone, especially him, making you feel guilty for drinking your feelings away. Because you weren’t in the mood right now. Shoving the letter back into your purse you glared at the blonde man, 

“Leave me alone.”

“There’s no way I’m gonna leave you in this state. I mean look you can barely walk.” Rafael proclaimed pulling your arm sitting you down on a nearby bench. “Stay here.”

He walked back into the house as you sat there with a dumbfounded look not believing that he was actually trying to help you at this low point. Coming back towards you he hands you a bottle of water. “Drink this.”

Squinting your eyes at him wondering if this was a setup and if he poisoned the water. You decided to take the risk, and grabbed the water from him and mumbled a small  ‘thanks’ as you gulped down the water. Rafael nodded watching you finish the water pleased with your compliance. “You good?”

“Yes. Thanks,” you replied, playing with the top of the bottle trying to avoid any eye contact with this confusing man.

“Ain’t that’s what friends are for?” He mused, staring into your eyes with his beautiful eyes. You always thought that Rafa was a handsome man, especially with his way with words, and his wisdom was simply out of this world. And your attraction to him never fully went away, especially after your altercations. But just because you think he’s cute doesn’t mean you’ll go out with him, he’s still Rafael the guy who gave you hell. Peering up at him leaning further into the bench you replied. “Friends?”

“Yes, friends. What?” Rafael questioned eyebrows raised at your statement.

“I’m just saying I never consider you a friend, and I’m pretty sure you would say the same too.” You confessed not caring how honest you were being. Liquid courage 1, sober 0.

“Ouch.” Rafael chuckled, as he jammed his hands in his front pocket. 

“I’m serious Raf, for as long as I can remember. You couldn’t stand to be in the same room as me, and now you wanna help me. What’s your deal? Huh.” You demanded crossing your arms, glaring at him. Wanting him to stop playing games with you.

“That’s not even remotely true! I-I, look listen to me when I say this. I know pain when I see it, and it’s written all over your face. I just want to make sure you don’t do anything stupid. Okay.” Rafael answered threading a hand through his hair, his lashes fluttering. Staring deep into your soul, bringing an unfamiliar sense of comfort to you. Damn he really is serious

“Thanks, but I’m fine. And I don’t need you to check on me.” You argue, looking away from his intense stare. Rafael huffed, shaking his head in return. “Sure.”

Sitting in silence for a few minutes Rafael stood up from his seat and jerked his head in the direction of the back exit. “This party is getting pretty boring. You wanna go grab something to eat.” 

You honestly didn’t know what to make of his sudden interest in you. For the longest time, the only attention he has ever given you was to either say something rude, or correct you. This was definitely weird, yes, but you were too drunk and too hurt to care right now. Glancing up towards the house seeing Daveed with his arm around Serena. You frown, tearing your eyes away from the man who still had your heart. Standing up, throwing the water bottle by a nearby bush, you nodded. “Let’s go.”

[itslocsdiggs]

Hey lovely folks!! Happy New Year!

I am looking for a fic where Daveed came to visit reader(his friend) and there's a lot of sexual tension. One thing to the next and they end up hooking up and feeding** each other the simple syrup she made for her lemonade.

I feel like @elocinnicole wrote it? Or if not could you point me to who? I just remembered it out of nowhere, lol. Tumblr is not letting me search 🙃

Thanks!

[daveedstan]

there are not enough words in the english lexicon to explain what this picture does to me. i just can’t

[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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Hi I was the anon that sent in the ask for ‘Confessions’ and it was so good!😭✨ I loved the angst and feel for both the reader and yes, even Daveed a little🙄 lol. If it’s not to much to ask, would it be possible to request a part 2? Maybe Rafa feeling guilty for running his big mouth and possibly ruining on the greatest things to happen to his best friend. I could see him being guilty but also sick of seeing Daveed camping on his couch in sadness and he know he has to help his friend win his girl back✨💗 no pressure or anything you’re literally one of my favorite writers on here and I love you work and for keeping the Daveed thirst fandom alive!

Confessions Part Two

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x OFC!Black Reader (Kenya Wright), Rafael Casal x OFC!Black!Reader (Kenya Wright) 👀👀

Rating: M for language, smut (oral m receiving, unprotected sex, drunk/intoxicated sex) alcohol and drug use 18+ MINORS DNI

Summary: It’s been a month since Daveed and Kenya ended things, feeling guilty for having a part in the breakup, Rafael tries to get his friends back together.

Requested: Yes, by Anon

Word Count: 4K

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

AN: Anon I’m so happy you enjoyed the first part!! A very, very tiny piece of me felt bad for Daveed but then again he did old girl hella dirty. I gave the Reader a name and I’ll be editing the other part with her name. I hope you enjoy this second part.

Confessions Pt. One

December 2022

“Coming up next on Lifetime it’s a Liddell Christmas Movie Marathon! First up is Merry Liddell Christmas, then Merry Liddell Christmas Wedding, and lastly Merry Liddell Christmas Baby—“ Kenya shut off the TV she was not in the Holiday spirit this year. She didn’t even put her decorations not that she had a lot of decorations in the first place, but she would put up something to make the house look a bit more festive. After what happened on Friendsgiving, she didn’t want to celebrate anything. Daveed had been calling and texting her that next day it took her a week to block him. Kenya didn’t want to hear anything he had to say, she heard what she needed to hear. Even though it pained her, she had to cut him off, even as far as having Rafael pick up Daveed's things from her place, she was mad at him too because he knew everything. That day when he came by the house to get his friend’s things, Kenya had all of this stuff neatly placed in a bag by the front door and she even asked for the key back

Kenya glanced at the clock on her dresser and saw that it was almost 10:00 she had to show a client a home in Calabasas at 1:00 she whined in irritation before dragging herself out of bed. Kenya was in her closet trying to figure out what to wear when her pine started to ring, she blindly answered the phone continuing to try on different outfits.

“Kenya Wright of The Wright Home Real Estate, how may I help you today?”

“Look at you sounding professional and shit, what house can you find me for $300,000 in LA?” Her best friend, Keyari's voice said over the speaker

“I can find you a box on the side of the road, what do you want Key?”

“I wanted to see if you wanted to have dinner tonight because you walking around like someone took your lunch money.”

“I mean can you blame me?”

“No, not really. They lucky I wasn’t there I would’ve swung on a bitch.”

“I know Key, I know.”

“How are you though?”

“Ehh, it’s day by day, to be honest, sometimes I’m good and barely think about him and then most days I can’t get him out of my mind.”

“You know I’m still down for slashing some tires.”

“Keyari, we can’t slash niggas tires.” Kenya laughed

“We can if we want to, but should we? That’s where it gets murky.”

“Ain’t nothing murky about it, we can’t do that shit.”

“Not if you only slash three tires,”

“Key!”

“Alright, are you coming with me to dinner or not?”

“Yes, what time?”

“7:30 at that new oyster place. I can come by and we’ll ride together.”

“Sounds good Key!”

“Okay sis, I’ll see you later.”

“Okay Key, bye.”

Daveed wasn’t doing much better, he’s been sleeping on Rafa’s couch since Kenya kicked him out. Sulking around LA and it was driving Rafa crazy. Rafa felt like shit, if he hadn’t opened his big mouth in the first place Daveed and Kenya would still be together, Daveed was the happiest he’s ever been when he was with Kenya and now he's back to where he was before he met her.

Daveed kept replaying the look on Kenya’s face that night, she looked so hurt and broken and he was the cause of that. He had a small silver lining of hope but all of that faded away when Kenya texted Rafa to pick up Daveed’s things. He couldn’t describe the feeling when he saw Rafa return with a suitcase of his belongings. What really hurt Daveed the most was that he wasn’t even mad at her, he knew what he did was wrong.

For about a month Daveed wallowed in his self-pity, refusing to shower or even eat most days. He even stopped making new music which is something that he never does. Rafa had enough of it, he was only doing this for Daveed’s own good. Rafa creaked open his bedroom door, from his room he could see right into the living room and Daveed was still sleeping…at noon. He burst out of his bedroom making the most obnoxious noise he could, startling his friend awake.

“Diggs, come on man you gotta get up, change your clothes, take a shower. I mean, even Mia don’t want to be around you.” Rafa said Daveed glanced down at the dog who probably smelled better than Daveed does right now

“Bruh, I don’t feel like it. What’s the point? I lost Kenya and I don’t think I can get her back and I would’ve blamed her if she didn’t.”

“Okay, this self-pity shit ain’t working. I’m going out to run some errands you’re on dog duty.”

“You can’t take her?”

“No, so take a shower and take Mia out for a walk, you both need it.” Rafa grabbed his keys left the house leaving Daveed and Mia

“So, I guess it’s just you and me. Maybe we can walk around the backyard,” Daveed suggested Mia growled lowly

“Fine, we’re going to the park.”

Daveed walked around the park Mia leading him wherever she wanted to go. It was a beautiful day but Daveed couldn’t even pay attention to that his mind was preoccupied with something else. Maybe he should try calling her would she even answer the phone, shut probably blocked him by now. Mia abruptly stopped walking and sniffed the air before taking off. Daveed wasn’t paying attention and the leash slipped out of his hand.

“Mia!” Daveed called out as he chased after the dog

“Here’s your change ma’am.” The man said

“No it’s fine, keep the change.” Kenya insisted

“Thank you, enjoy the rest of your day.” Kenya smiled back at the man before walking away with her Italian ice. She’s not sure what prompted her to come to this particular park, she used to meet Daveed here if they both had a break in their day and meet for lunch or just a quick walk around the park. Kenya shook the thoughts from her head, that was before everything went down last month, she can’t keep doing this to herself. She’ll take steps toward moving on then she’ll think back to when she and Daveed were together. She heard a dog barking and her head snapped up, that sounded like Mia. She whipped her body and saw the dog running up to her.

“Mia? What are you doing here girl?” Kenya greeted the dog who was just as excited to see her, tail wagging frantically

“Mia! There you are!” Kenya looked up and saw Daveed standing in front of her. He froze when their eyes met for the first time in a month. He cleared his throat before grabbing hold of the leash.

“Sorry about that, come on Mia.” The dog whined not wanting to leave

“It’s fine, she just misses me,” She said softly, still playing with Mia. “Isn’t that right Mia? I missed you too.” Kenya continued playing with the dog, Daveed looked and couldn’t help but smile, god what he wouldn’t do to see her smile and laugh again. That was probably his favorite thing about her, her smile, it could light up the entire room.

“Well, I better get her back to feed her you know,” Daveed mumbled under his breath.

“Daveed,” Kenya called out. She opened her mouth to speak but closed it immediately. She doesn’t know what to say, she can’t ask how has he been, she can clearly that he’s not okay, his beard was a bit more full than it was last month. His hair wasn’t done like it usually is, it’s like he stopped caring. Then again, why should she say anything at all? It wasn’t what was said that ruined

“Can I ask you a question?” He nodded his head for her to go on “Was any of it real?” Daveed sighed heavily

“Yes, Kenya. It was so real for me, I-I-I wish it never happened, all of it.” Daveed reached out to her but she backed away

“This isn’t something that can be wished away, I trusted you. You were my family, my home.”

“Kenya, I’m so sorry you didn’t deserve this at all. I should’ve been honest with you from the beginning—” Kenya put her hand up to stop him

“Don’t say what you couldn’t a month ago. Daveed, I—” Kenya looked away because she looked at him any longer should start crying and she didn’t want to give him that or anything for that matter. “There’s nothing else that can be said, Daveed.”

“So, I guess this is it?”

“Yep, take care of yourself Daveed.”

“You too, Kenya.” Daveed watched sadly as the best thing that ever happened to him walked out of his life forever. That’s when he heard a low rumbling of thunder and an idea came to him“Ken! Do you want a ride? I don’t mind taking you,” Kenya looked up at the sky and saw the dark clouds coming in fast, she would be drenched before she even made it back to her job.

“Sure,”

What started as an ‘innocent’ car ride, led to Kenya telling Daveed he left something else at her house which lead to a couple of bottles of wine being consumed and ultimately led to their current predicament. Kenya moaned aloud as Daveed bounced her up and down in his lap on her living room sofa. One thing led to another and here they were. Kenya would be lying if she said she didn’t miss the sex. Kenya snapped her head up when Daveed stopped moving, he place his hands behind his head giving her a smirk.

“Ride,” he commanded. Kenya placed her hands on his shoulders as leverage as she slowly rode him since he wanted to play dirty she had something for his ass. Daveed let out a chorus of moans he reached up and played with her nipples causing her to cry out.

“Fuck Daveed! ‘M close,” She breathed out she began to bounce a bit faster and harder

“Me too,” Daveed took control again by grabbing her thighs and thrusting his hips up chasing his own release at this point. Two, three more thrusts, and both of them groaned reaching their peak, Kenya slumped against Daveed’s bare chest, trying to regain her breath. She carefully got off his lap and started to put her clothes back on. Daveed lingered a bit before he too started to get dressed.

“You should probably head out, Keyari’s coming over soon,” Kenya said absentmindedly

“Hold up, hold up, hold up, that’s it? We not gonna talk or try to figure anything out?”

“Figure what out?” Kenya questioned

“This, us. Kenya, I—I want to be with you.”

“Daveed, I can’t, I can’t look at you the same. When I look in your eyes I keep thinking about the lie that would’ve kept going if I hadn’t found out.”

“So you can fuck me but don’t want to be with me?” Daveed asked accusingly

“Don’t do that! You don’t get to do that to me not after what that bullshit you pulled.”

“You ain’t even fight for us! You asked me if I cared about you? Was I just some meal ticket to you?” Kenya frowned

“Nigga I know you fuckin lying, you really wanna go there Daveed?”

“When we met you just passed your real estate exam. Most of the clients you have are because of me! Shit those clients helped pay for this house!”

“That you lived in nigga! What the fuck are you trying to say?”

“I’m just saying, now that you got some money it wasn’t that hard to let go of the relationship. You didn’t need me anymore.”

“Get the fuck out Daveed!”

“Gladly,” Daveed grabbed his keys and stormed out of the house slamming the door shut behind him. Kenya scoffed in disbelief, she couldn’t believe him. A bark pulled her out of his thoughts, damn it Daveed fucking forgot Mia.

“God damn it,” she muttered under her breath. She opened her back door and she ran inside searching for Daveed. Loud knocks at your door made you roll your eyes. She stomped to the door and opened it, not surprised to see Daveed on the other side.

“You forgot something,”

“You said that before you want me to fuck you again?”

“Get the damn dog and go Daveed.”

“Mia!” The dog ran to Daveed and Kenya slammed the door shut

Kenya placed the phone down on her nightstand and downed the rest of her glass of wine. She wasn’t in the mood to go out with Keyari. She knew it wasn’t a good idea to invite Daveed but she—she wanted to be with him just one last time, she’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss him. She thought about him all the time, but she just can’t forgive him. Every time he would look at her she would think back to that night. This is what she gets for being vulnerable she took a chance when she met Daveed and look where it led her. Now that she thinks of it, fucked Daveed, he doesn’t care about her the way she thought he did. She’s done being sad, she not gonna give him that satisfaction. He doesn’t deserve it.

Rafa opened the door and sighed heavily seeing that all the lights were off. Damn. Maybe his plan didn’t work out after all. He turned on the light expecting to see Daveed on the couch but raised an eyebrow upon seeing the empty space. Now that he thinks of it, it’s a bit too quiet in his house.

“Diggs? Bro, you here?” Mia ran over to Rafael happy to see him after the long day, tail wagging, barking excitedly.

“Where’s Daveed, Mia? Huh, where’d he go?” Rafa walked further into the house and saw a note on the counter in his kitchen

Went to my Mom’s.

Thanks for letting me crash.

-Diggs

Rafael sighed heavily, he pulled out his phone and called Daveed, he was sent straight to voicemail, Rafa called him again, and just like the first time he was sent straight then he received a text from Daveed

I’m good bruh. Don’t feel like talking. Talk later

Rafa grabbed his car keys and raced out of the house he had to fix this somehow.

“I don’t know, only God knows where the story ends for me But I know where the story begins. It’s up to us to choose whether we win or lose.” Kenya sang loudly, she was on her fourth glass of Merlot and didn’t care. Then as if out of nowhere, Kenya’s mind thought back to when she and Daveed went to Trap Karaoke for a date. Kenya shook the thought of out her he’d she hated when little memories popped in her head, she was done with nostalgia. Kenya’s Drunk World Tour was cut shirt when frantic knocks were rapped against her door. She rolled her eyes, Daveed’s got some nerve coming to her house again. Kenya turned off the music and marched toward the door and swung it open

“Daveed you got some nerve—“ Kenya stumbled back slightly when she saw Rafa on her doorstep

“Oh, the fuck you want?” Kenya asked with a raised eyebrow

“Kenya, can I come in please?”

“No, I’m mad at your ass too Rafael.”

“Damn, Rafael? You haven’t called me that since we met,” he tried to joke, he cleared his throat when he saw the unamused look on her face

“You know I kinda wish I can go back to that night, I would’ve never talked to you or your trifling ass friend.” Kenya slurred slightly

“Look, Kenya I’m so sorry I really hadn’t opened my mouth I was fucking drunk can I please come in so we can talk. Please?” Kenya sighed heavily giving in

“Fine,”

“So what do you want?” Kenya asked pouring the two of them a glass of wine

“Look, I’m not trying to tell you what to do—“ Kenya cut him off with a loud sigh “Kenya, I know what Daveed and I did when y’all first met was fucked up but give Daveed another chance, he’s been walking around like a sad puppy.” Kenya hummed condescendingly

“I don’t know what Daveed told you after he left here but if he put you up to this instead of comin over here and apologizing to my face he can miss me with all that bull shit! Daveed’s a grown-ass man he knows how to communicate.” Kenya stood up to leave

“Kenya—”

“Nope, I don’t wanna hear it!”

“Kenya, sit down!”

“I’m pretty sure Daveed’s sob story was very convincing but save it for the next bitch—”

“Kenya, sit down.” Rafael said firmly Kenya went wide-eyed and sat down on the barstool

“I’m not saying you gotta get back together with him but Kenya he really did love you. That part wasn’t fake. I’ve seen Diggs with other girls and he wasn’t doing half the shit he was doing when y’all were together. Just talk to him.”

“If you had come over before today I probably would but after our fight—”

“Fight?”

“I ran into him at the park today while he was walking Mia. We came back here because he left some of his records. He wanted to talk about getting back together one thing led to another and he accused me of only getting with him because he has money.”

“Diggs said that?” Rafa asked shocked

“Yep, so when I say this Rafa, I mean it. I’m no longer interested.”

“Damn, I just figured…”

“You’re a good friend, a damn good one but I’m moving on.” Rafa smiled softly

“I can respect that, I’m so sorry Ken, I feel like this is all my fault.”

“Don’t blame yourself. Daveed and I were already having problems, that shit was the icing on the fucking cake.”

“I know but, if I hadn’t said anything—”

“It would’ve come out eventually,” Kenya reassured

“So I guess you’re gonna kick me out now?” Rafa joked making Kenya chuckle “There’s that smile!”

“if you want to leave that’s fine, you gotta report back to your friend?” Kenya teased

“Diggs left, he’s staying with his mom now.”

“Oh,” There was a brief silence between the two of them before Kenya spoke up

“You wanna smoke?”

“Hell yeah,”

After smoking two blunts and drinking whatever brown liquor you had on your bar cart, Kenya and Rafa sat at the kitchen island eating the pizza and wings they had just ordered. Kenya was actually having a good time she didn’t realize how much she missed her friendship with Rafa that’s why she was so hurt when everything went down. Kenya and Daveed were already having some relationship issues before Friendsgiving but to have Rafa know about the bet the entire time, it hurt her feelings.

“So what did Keyari do when you told her?”

“Oh, she wanted to fuck Daveed up, she still does.”

“Man I’m glad she wasn't here I don’t think I could handle both of you being pissed off.”

“Keyari probably would’ve swung,” Kenya laughed

“I hope we can still be friends, Kenya. I know you’re still mad at me but when you stop being mad I still want to be your friend even if you’re not with Daveed.”

“I’m definitely still mad at your ass Rafa, but I guess you’re alright.” She said playfully pushing his shoulder. Rafa grabbed her hand and smiled at her. Before she knew it they were leaning in their lips meeting in a kiss. Like a hand touching a flame, Rafa jumped back. Did he really just kiss his best friend’s ex?

“I don’t think we should do this,” Rafa breathed

“Then don’t think about it,” Kenya crashed her lips onto his, they both knew this was wrong but they couldn’t bring themselves to stop. Rafa walked them out of the kitchen until they reached her sofa. Kenya pulled back first and pushed Rafa down onto the shoulder, she bit her lip in anticipation. She sank to her knees and rubbed Rafa’s thighs while pulling his zipper down with her teeth

“What about Daveed?” Rafa breathed out

“You gonna tell him?” Kenya asked looking up at him as she undid the belt of his pants

“Fuck no,” Rafa assisted you in pulling down his jeans and boxers, Kenya grabbed his dick and slowly started to stroke him, Rafa let his head fall back. A million thoughts were running through her head that was shouting t her “This is a terrible idea!” “Stop, this is Daveed’s best friend!” But Kenya pushed those thoughts out the way Daveed had hurt her and she wanted to hurt him too. She placed a gentle kiss on the head before taking him all in her mouth.

“FUCK!” Kenya nodded her head up and down stopping to occasionally suck on the tip before sinking back to the base. Rafa grabbed her hair and started to thrust his hips up into her mouth making her gag.

“Shit, I’m about to come,” Kenya slowly pulled off Rafa grabbed her and pulled her up, and kissed her roughly. Rafa flipped them over, ripped her leggings off, and moved her panties out f the way before thrusting his dick into her Kenya winced slightly at the roughness but she Kenya moaned aloud when Rafa placed his liege on her shoulders and mercilessly thrust his hips into her.

“Fuck, Rafa! Don’t stop,” Kenya reached down and started to rub her clit she wasn’t far from her orgasm and by the way Rafa’s thrusts were becoming sloppier, neither was he. He came with a groan and Kenya followed Hartley after. Rafa panted trying to regain his breath and for the first time since they kissed Rafa and Kenya locked eyes and realization hit them. Rafael pulled out of Kenya and she immediately grabbed the throw blanket and wrapped herself with it. Rafael got dressed in silence neither of them wanting to look at each other.

“I’ll see myself out,” Rafa muttered under his breath

“Okay,” Kenya said quietly. “I don’t think we should hang out anymore,” Kenya said refusing to look at her friend

“Yeah, I um, think that’s a good idea. Goodbye Kenya,”

“Bye Rafael,” Kenya didn’t move from the couch until she heard her front door close. She put her hands in he head and groaned loudly, why the fuck would she do that?

Two Months Later

Kenya whined in irritation as she crawled out of bed for the past couple of weeks she’s been so groggy which is unlike her she is usually a morning person she’s gotta stop trying to hang with these 20 somethings. Kenya blindly walked into her bathroom. When she opened her medicine cabinet she saw her unopened box of tampons, shit, unopened? She quickly grabbed the box and it was indeed still packaged, she bought these a while ago and she hasn’t used them yet? Maybe she’s late again like last month—wait a minute, now that she thinks back she didn’t have a period last month, she doesn’t think so…she can’t remember.

“Oh fuck,” Kenya mumbled to herself. She quickly got dressed stumbling over her feet along the way and practically sped to the nearest CVS she probably broke a few traffic laws along the way, no, she broke a few traffic laws. She grabbed every pregnancy test she could get her hands on and raced back home.

Kenya gaped at the four positive pregnancy tests, she immediately grabbed her phone to call Daveed, he was the last person she slept with. Her thumb was inches from pressing the send button when she hesitated. Daveed wasn’t the last person she slept with.

AN: Yikes what a little tangled web Kenya weaved, I live for the drama I was on my Tyler Perry stuff. I hope you guys enjoyed reading!!

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| Imagine Being Quiet and Nerdy and in Love with Daveed and Rafa Since Childhood and Not Realizing Rafa Liked You All That Time (Part 3)|

Fr/N = Friend’s Name | F/N/N = Friend’s Nickname

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Your homie's words rang in your head. Rafael Casal sprung? Over you??? That heffa had a real flair for the dramatic. It might've been easy, and typical, for her to say. She and Davs had been on and off for years, the chemistry clearly there. They were flirting even now, Davs sending her texts that made her snort obnoxiously next to you.

Which you loved. They were kinda like magnets. Meant for each other, just really damn slow to call it anything. They just enjoyed each other, and as much as she wanted that for you and his bestie, it just wasn't that.

You didn't have the juice she did. She was chill with everybody. You were. Well. You.

1998

"C-D-E-F-G-A-B. Those are the basic notes," you instructed, hands showing him how to do it, then pulling them back to let him try for himself. The last thing you wanted was for your hands to brush. You could barely register the fact that he'd asked you to show him how to play in the first place. Much less make him think you were trying to hold his hand.

"I got it," he said, hitting the wrong key. "C, right?"

"Well-No...That's E, the other one is C," you tried to instruct, but he kept interrupting and pressing the wrong key.

"This-No?"

"No-it's. Wait."

"Will you just show me?" he said finally, holding his hand out over the right keys again, waiting patiently for you to do so. You eyed it, shaking of your nerves and placing your hand over his.

Just like in the movies.

His hand was surprisingly warm, which made you a little embarrassed when he said something about your cold hands under his breath. Your mind had barely registered your own voice as you showed him the notes once again.

"C-D-E-"

"You that scared of me?"

"What?"

"You're shaking."

You knew he wasn't wrong. But you thought you'd play it off with a laugh. "No, I'm not."

He held your wrist so your hand was dangling. Proof. You tugged your wrist from his grip and looked back at the keys, feeling like an idiot. He must've known. He was just teasing you.

"Aight, aight, I wanna try again. C'mon."

You were petrified, but you tried to put your hand over his again.

"Yeah, um. So-"

This time he flipped his hand to catch yours, his fingers weaving between your fingers. You looked at him and he smirked.

"Scared I was gonna do that?" he asked, moving closer for what really felt like a kiss. No. It was a prank. Davs was gonna jump out at any time, laughing at how Rafa had got you good.

It wasn't until you felt his lips pressing against yours, that you realized it was for real.

Now

"/She was my third kiss, but my first love/Simple, on a bench, but it was all that I could dream of/", Rafa rhymed, as the beautiful melodic beat accompanied him. You watched him from your booth, your chest pounding as he recalled that moment vividly.

Your lips parted slightly as your bestie eyed you briefly before giving you a sharp nudge.

"Ow, bitch!"

"He kissed you!?"

You were grateful the music was too loud for anyone to hear her shrieking at you. "Yeah, F/N/N. He did, okay?"

"NO. It ain't okay! Why didn't you tell me?! How you gon' do me like that?! You know what? You shady," she said, eyeing you with a pleased smirk that melted into a grin. She was never gonna let you live this down. For the decades to come, this was gonna be down in history as the juiciest bit of tea ever spilled.

"/Didn't think I had a chance when we met again/Shawty lookin at me like 'baby we can't be more than friends'/Shoulda told her how many stupid rhymes I wrote bout those pretty brown eyes/ Feelin' right now how I was feelin' then.../"

His eyes met yours and you felt the same way he did, transported to that piano bench all those years ago.

This was a confession. He was telling you everything he ever felt since the two of you had known each other. You had no idea he was this gone over you. You were too busy thinking he was too cool to even know you existed.

Yet there he was. Asking:

"/Can we be more than friends?/"

The song ended with the chorus and the lights went out, signaling thunderous applause. Your ears were ringing, your heart doing backflips. Was he for real? Or was it classic Rafa being Rafa, having fun making you flustered. You absolutely couldn't let that pass by without speaking on it.

You waited behind the set, for when he was done hyping Davs up and jogged off for some water.

"Woooow," you said, voice cutting through the bass pounding from the speakers onstage. He cut his sip and dribbled a bit as he turned to answer, which made you laugh. He truly was a bigger dork than you'd realized. He breathed a laugh and shrugged it off.

"So...I'm gonna guess you remembered?"

You laughed with him, eyes rolling to the side. "Remember what, exactly?"

He slapped a hand over his chest with a dramatic gasp. "That's coooold, but I see how it is."

You hooked your fingers in his and pulled his hand off his chest, swinging it idly between you both. "Maybe I need a refresher? I dunno."

His dumb, cute smile grew and it made you laugh like an idiot too. If he could shoot his shot onstage in front of a wholeass crowd, you could right now.

"Okay, aiight. I see you," he laughed, tugging you closer and sliding a hand around your waist. His lips took yours, softly and sweetly, but melting into a hungry possessiveness that pulled a pleased hum from you. You could swear you could hear your homie shrieking somewhere. Maybe it was just you.

A familiar tune caught both your ears and he groaned out a laugh. "I think that's my cue."

"Looks like," you laughed, pulling back. He tugged you back for one more greedy peck and you laughed louder, moving him towards the stage.

"You gonna watch me do my thang, right?" It was more a demand than a request. You rolled your eyes.

"Get ya ass up there! I'll be around," you called with a wink. Your chest fluttering with excitement as he bounded up the steps.

"You better be. Don't make me pull you up onstage," he taunted, blowing you a quick kiss before rounding the speaker.

You wanted to burst. It was really happening. After a decade of quiet pining and--ironically--finally giving up, he swooped in and made himself yours.

[ramp-it-up]

Thank you so much for the support! 😁

Knock You Down: IV

Photo credit to @thebluemage. Edit mine.

Summary: James Bucky Barnes is an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. But when he meets you, he finds out that sometimes love comes around, and it knocks you down. Finally! Date Number Threeeeee!

This is a follow up to Part III

Word count: 3.5 K

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: This is the final part! (For now) I think that this is one that I will definitely write in answer to asks. I just love these two so so much! Thank all of you for rocking with me on this one. This was in part inspired by Seb Stan's latest pics and this press run 🫠, and partially inspired by an old song by some problematic people, lol. This is the result. As usual, I am Basil Exposition, so this is broken into parts.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. SMUT!!!! The end of the Slow burn, now it's burning very fast 😅. Cursing, flirting, jealousy, apologies, Bucky cooking (a warning!), kissing, dry humping, dirty talk in both English and Romanian, voice kink, oral sex (m and f receiving), protected sex (yay Bucky!) And these two are so fucking fluffy. I'm scared, y'all. I want it to be good enough for the build up.

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As soon as he entered the Brownsville Arts and Culture Center, James Bucky Barnes was hot. Blood was rushing to his ears and he needed a drink. He wasn’t sick; his symptoms were all due to you.

The black dress that adorned your body contained all of his hopes and dreams, but you seemed to be flirting with another man, twirling for him and then giving him a hug. To add insult to injury, you had the nerve to laugh and smile with the punk. 

You in that black dress was everything in the world that Bucky could want, except maybe you out of that black dress. As his eyes traced down your form, he noticed the 5 inch red bottoms that you had on. Yes. You, out of that dress with just the red bottoms. That was what he needed in his life.

But first, he had to take care of that other man.

—-

“Benson’s work emphasizes the subjects’ spiritual essence over their physical appearance, don’t you think?”

You turned around at the sound of the deep baritone. 

“Well hello, Mr. Rogers. How are you today? Delivering an art analysis given to you by AI? Oh. I forgot. You are an ‘art dealer.’ An art dealer who goes to Soul Cycle in Brownsville all of a sudden?”

Steve clutched his heart.

“Ah. I’m hurt, Y/N. I thought we were cool. But I guess I deserved the air quotes.  I do actually love art. I took some art classes when I was a kid and I still love to sketch.”

“Hmmmph. Okay. I’ll give you that. But how is it that you popped up in my Soul Cycle class? Don’t play me, Steven.”

Steve raised his eyebrow at you and grinned. He understood why Buckiy was so drawn to you. Not only were you gorgeous, you were a spitfire. That was hot.

“I would never try to play you, Y/N. I also actually love Soul Cycle. Used to teach a class in Park Slope.”

“I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover, can you?”

Steve’s eyes slid over you appraisingly.

“Speaking of. You look very, very nice today.”

You twirled for him, feeling as safe as you would your brother.

“Nice. Okay, listen. I’m sorry about the other day. I was just trying to protect my friend. And you.”

Steve sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

“I’ve never seen Bucky like this. He’s never been this smitten with someone before and let them into his life. But I get it now.”

Steve’s blue eyes were almost as beautiful as Bucky’s.

“Bucky is my family. Since we were kids. He’s always taken care of me. And I will do anything for him.”

He raised his eyebrow at you.

“I can see now that means that I will do anything for you, because I have a feeling that you’re gonna be around a lot. So do you forgive me?”

You considered Steve. He was not too different from his best friend, and you couldn’t hold a grudge. Not after Bucky laid it all out to you last night You opened your arms.

“Let’s hug it out.”

Steve chuckled and gathered you into his warm embrace. You pulled back and giggled, grinning at him.

“So what makes you think I’m gonna be hanging around?”

“Well, judging from the look on Bucky’s face, he’s serious about you.”

Steve nodded behind you, toward the door. You looked that way and saw James Bucky Barnes headed straight for you. 

And he didn’t look happy.

—--

“Good morning, Frumoasă. You look stunning today. The exhibit is amazing, the space looks great and it seems that the right people are in the building.”

Bucky came up and placed his hand on the small of your back as he spoke to you, ignoring Steve. His blue eyes were storm clouds at the moment, and his touch was electric.

“Thank you, James. You’re so observant, I appreciate that. And you look very handsome today.”

You looked him up and down and bit your lip, meeting his gaze and the way he kept eye contact as he inclined his head in response. 

Bucky was attractive as hell in his black on black shirt, blazer and slacks. You noticed that his collar was unbuttoned; the medallion hanging on his chest made you want to take it between your teeth. You stared at it for a moment, imagining such a scenario where that could happen and then met his eyes again, prompting desire to roll through you as Bucky licked his lips. He was right there with you.

You smiled at him in a way that you didn’t smile at Steve. Who was Steve Rogers, anyway? You could hardly remember meeting him as your mind went to the feel of being in Bucky Barnes’ arms.

You sensed an air of proprietariness as Bucky took your hand and kissed it, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Possessive Bucky Barnes felt like a sin you wanted to indulge in. You cleared your throat and looked at Steve, as if surprised to find him still standing there, watching the show.

“Well, I see some board members over there, I’m going to go do my job. Talk to you later, boys.”

You walked away and gave them a wink over your shoulder, and you caught both of them looking at your ass. You shook your head and chuckled as you went on your way.

“You trying to steal my girl?”

Everyone stopped when Steve laughed, his deep boom a distraction. Bucky still wasn’t amused.

“Oh. So you’re in love.”

“What?”

“You’ve never worried about me taking your leftovers or vice versa before. Hell, we’ve even shared–”

“Shut your fucking mouth.”

Bucky snapped at Steve who put his hands up.

“Whoa, there. Just yanking your chain, buddy; I know she’s special. I wouldn’t dream of making a move on her. Not that she knows I’m alive. When you walked up, I thought I was going to have to take off my jacket so you two could fuck on the floor.”

Bucky was barely listening to Steve as his eyes followed you around the room. One thing Steve said was echoing in his mind: “So you’re in love.”

—-

You floated through the rest of the day on a cloud. The exhibit was a smashing success with the 

Board of Directors in attendance. Securing Howard Benson’s penultimate work from Rebirth was the feather in your cap. 

And you had Bucky to thank for it.

Bucky’s visit was also a hit; he and Steve charmed the board members with the help of Sam and Nat, who arrived later. They all made amends for what occurred that week and you were left very impressed with James Barnes.

After a couple of hours at the event, Bucky came over to let you know he was leaving.

“I will see you later, Frumoasă. I have much to prepare for tonight. Nico will pick you up at 7:30.”

“See you soon, James.”

He kissed your hand again.

“See you soon, Y/N.”

—---

“It is actually insanely attractive how you handled yourself in the kitchen.”

You were seated with Bucky on his couch in his living room, looking over the New York skyline from his Brooklyn penthouse. The dessert had been delicious and the wine in your hand was spectacular. 

“I was sure you’d order something in and just play it off. But I watched you create a meal in front of me, and I should have known that if you said you were going to cook, that you would do just that.”

Bucky’s heart beat double time at what you were saying. He wanted so much for tonight, but most of all, he wanted it to flow naturally. He saw that you were relaxed and open to him, which pleased him immensely.

“I’ll take that as a compliment, Frumoasă. I enjoy cooking for my friends and family. Cooking for a beautiful woman is a treat.”

Bucky’s eyes slid over your form. You had changed to jeans and a color block sweater that just put your cleavage out there for the world, which was Bucky Barnes, to see. You also wore the same red bottoms from that day, and Bucky was beginning to think he had a foot fetish as you took them off at his entryway.

You took a sip of wine.

“How often do you do that? Cook for a woman?”

You barely hid your curiosity.

Bucky smiled and drained his glass, reaching over to refill it.

“Not as often as you’d think. Never had any other woman over here. Food is not usually the top priority with them.”

You pouted, which was so cute. Your spark of jealousy inspired Bucky.

“But I don’t want to talk about anyone else. Tonight is about me and you.”

Any uncertainty that arose was quelled by his assertion. You grew warm, so you finished your wine and rose to go to the window. 

“This is the most gorgeous view I’ve ever seen.”

“Absolutely agree.”

You looked behind you and Bucky was still sitting on the couch, hands spread out on the back of it, checking you out. You gave him one of your adorable smiles and he came to stand behind you, and took you in his arms. 

“I want you to know that you deserve everything, Y/N. To be cheered on and protected every day. And thoroughly ruined every night.”

You turned around and his hands went to your hips. It was the perfect moment.

“James?”

“Can I have a kiss?”

Bucky’s eyes dilated, and he moved his hand to your cheek. He licked his lips as he looked deep into your eyes.

“Ah, Frumoasă. I thought you’d never ask.”

His first movement was a subtle brush of your lips. He pulled back to assess the situation, and you didn’t know why, but that made your nipples tighten into stiff peaks. You gasped as Bucky watched you hungrily. 

The air seemed to change around you, and you shivered. He lowered his head so his lips could meet yours again, and this time his mouth was gentle but demanding. You gasped at the spike of electricity that flared between you and Bucky took the opportunity to dip his tongue into your mouth, scorching your lips and soul. With a low groan, he shifted your angle, bending you backward a little to kiss you deeper and ripping a moan from you as you melted against him. 

Good lord, could the man kiss. 

At that point, he was holding you up, one hand on your hip and one hand on the back of your head as you molded yourself against him. Bucky’s fingers dug into you, sure to leave bruises the next day. You relished the thought as you moaned into his mouth again, giving him the opportunity to continue destroying your soul. 

Bucky dragged his lips from yours reluctantly and stared at you, eyes almost black with desire. He brought his thumb up and wiped the moisture from your bottom lip. Motivated, you captured his digit, drawing it into the hot wetness of your mouth. He stared at you, mouth open, as you looked him straight in the eye and started sucking.

Bucky moaned as he pushed his thumb deeper into your mouth, and walked you back to the couch. He extracted his finger, watching the show your lips put on as he pulled it out, leaving them in a delectable pout. 

“More,” Bucky demanded as he crouched down and took your head in both hands as he kissed you again. 

His hands wound up in your hair, tugging gently, then on your back, then your ass as you arched your back to fill his palms. Bucky picked you up, then deposited you on his lap as he sat down on the couch, and you felt how aroused he was. His thick length was where you needed him most.

“Fuck! That feels good.”

Bucky was watching you grind on him like it was the best show on earth. Then he looked up at you.

“Yes, yes it does.”

He leaned forward and captured your bottom lip between his teeth, a preview of how rough he wanted to be with you. Then, he went in for another kiss. That continued for a good five minutes until he pulled away to stare at your swollen lips, and down to your cleavage, which was practically in his face.

When his eyes met yours, you were entranced.

“You good? You want this to happen?”

You nodded and took his hands in yours, guiding them up to your breasts, squeezing yourself with his hands. You rolled your hips, causing his breath to hitch in his throat.

“Like you said, James. More.”

You continued to grind on him, causing him to just gape at your body moving on his.

“I’ve dreamed of this so many times…”

“Yes? Tell me about your dreams, Baby.”

His hands moved to find your nipples through the lace of your bra and the wool of your sweater. He found them in no time, and pinched them lightly, then more roughly when you moaned.

“Mmmmnnnn. So fucking hot.”

Bucky kissed you again and then pulled away as he stared you down and tortured you. 

“I dream about marking you up,” he kissed your neck under your chin, “to your clavicle,” a kiss there, “and all over this beautiful flesh until I get to your nipples.” 

He looked at you for any signs of discomfort as he slipped his hands under your sweater to find the thin lace there. He found your hard peaks again and started rolling them both in his fingers.

“Then I want to kiss and suck them until you come in my arms.”

“Holy god, Jamie….”

Bucky’s eyes rolled at the second pet name you called him and continued.

“Wake up so fucking hard every morning since I met you. Then, I daydream about how wet and tight you will be after I made you cum, and how good it would feel to… to give you my cock. Do y’like that idea, Frumoasă?”

“Y-yesssss!”

“O să te fac să vii pe penisul meu iar și iar, Frumoasă.”

You almost came right then.

“D-don’t know what you said, but yes to whatever you just suggested.”

Bucky pulled you to him, and then chuckled into your ear.

“It means that I want to make you cum over and over again on my cock.”

You were already making a mess in your jeans, but you knew he could feel you soaking them at the moment.

“Please. Give it to me?”

Bucky groaned and kissed you again, this time encircling your waist in his grip and pressing you down on his bulge. 

“You know I can’t deny you anything. Are you certain?”

“Yes, James. Please…”

He lifted you easily, kissing you as he walked you down the hall to his bedroom, depositing you on his bed. 

“Y’look so fucking good.”

He crawled toward you on the bed and settled between your thighs as you hitched your leg over his. You pressed your core against his bulge and it had you muttering.

“Too many clothes.”

Bucky leaned up and you were fumbling with his button and he with yours. You looked up and laughed. 

“Maybe faster the other way.”

“Agreed.”

You two made quick work of your own garments, flinging them around the room between frenzied kisses. The way your eyes widened when Bucky got naked made his chest swell. He wanted you to always look at him like that.

“Wow…,” you said as your eyes roamed his physique.

His cock seemed massive as it slapped him on the abs.

“Wow, indeed,” replied Bucky as he took you in hungrily.

Your white lace underwear looked amazing against your skin and against your cunt it served to make him hungry.

He moved toward you again, kissing up your leg until he got to the edge of your panties and nudged his nose there, making you squirm.

“Smell so good, look so good…”

Bucky kissed at the edge of your underwear,

“I just know you’re gonna taste good too..”

He moved to the center of you, placing a kiss over your lace-covered sodden slit. Then, he looked up at you and smirked before he leaned down and licked you over your panties. 

“Fuck.”

He pulled your panties to the side and gazed at you there. 

Those blue eyes threatened to steal your soul as he gazed at you and confessed, “This is the most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever seen,” and proceeded to lick a rude stripe up the center of you after he tore your panties away.

“Oh my god, James.”

You rolled your hips again and reached down to feel Bucky’s soft hair. He pulled your hips closer and his lips suckled you with more pressure, adding one finger, then two to stretch you out. 

“Gotta get you ready for me, my love.” 

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you moaned through Bucky thrusting his tongue inside you, then pulling back to focus on your clit.

“I c-can’t.. I–”

“Give me my cum, Frumoasă!”

You locked eyes with him as he buried his face in your cunt and shook against him as you came embarrassingly fast, pulling on his messed up curls.

“So fucking delicious. Taste.”

He took your head in both hands and kissed you deeply, and you responded by sucking your essence off of his tongue. You reached down and started stroking his cock, overjoyed and a little bit scared that your fingers didn’t meet around him as he unclasped your bra.

Bucky whimpered as your thumb came up and stroked his sensitive head, spreading his precum over the wide, mushroom cap.

“You’re so fucking huge, Bucky…”

Bucky pulled you toward him as he reached into his bedside drawer for a condom and a bottle.

“And you’re so wet, Furmoasa. We will make this work. Believe me…”

You continued to stroke and watched him as he brought the wrapper to his teeth and him tearing it open was about the hottest act of sexual protection you’d ever seen. Somehow, your mouth ended up sucking his tip as you watched his eyes roll back into his skull.

“That beautiful mouth…”

Bucky put his hand on your head as you tasted him experimentally, wondering if you’d ever be able to take it all. He seemed to read your mind as he spoke next.

“Don’t worry, I plan on us having a lot of practice with this later, but if you don’t let me put this condom on, I’m gonna cum all over your face, Frumoasă…”

You looked up at him and grinned as his cock jumped in your mouth, but you finally pulled off of him with a pop.

“I need to feel you around me when I cum love. S’all I’ve been dreaming of all week.”

Now his chest was heaving as he rolled the condom on, and he pushed you back onto the bed as his hand went to your core once again. You were even wetter than before and Bucky smiled at you, lining up and kissing you on the forehead as he began to breach your folds.

When he slid inside, your fingernails curled into his shoulders and your eyes grew wide. Bucky stopped, concentrating while his cock pumped, barely inside you.

“There is nothing. In the world. Like being inside your soft, wet, cunt.”

“Fuckkkkk!” 

You became even wetter and he slid fully inside you. There, Bucky waited for you to get adjusted around him.

“So fucking tight. And hot. Just like I knew you would be.”

“More, Jamie!”

Smiling, Bucky started moving and you gripped him as he stroked in and out.

“Please don’t stop. Harder!”

Bucky grabbed the headboard and gave you what you wanted. His other hand pulled your hair and his strokes became more intense.

“Wanted to last longer, but I can’t, Baby. So beautiful. Pussy made for me. Cuming soon, but later… O să te fac să vii pe penisul meu iar și iar, Frumoasă. I never make a promise I can’t keep.”

You orgasm whited out your vision and your throat burned as you screamed. Bucky roared, filling the condom with copious amounts of cum. Your cunt was milking him and he hoped it would hold. He stayed sunk into you as long as he could before he had to get up and rid himself of the prophylactic.

He was only in the en suite for a few minutes as you floated in and out of sleep, lust drunk and exhausted.

Bucky climbed back into bed and got both of you situated under the covers, whispering in your ear.

“Stay tonight.”

“Of course. That was the plan, wasn’t it?”

Both of you chuckled, because you knew it was true. Bucky kissed your ear and waited for your breath to even out. When he thought you were asleep, he whispered again.

“I’m going to be a better man for you, Frumoasă.”

“You are exactly who you need to be, James Barnes. Just keep moving forward. Tomorrow is another day to do that.”

After a few more minutes, you spoke again.

“Tomorrow will only be a week that we’ve known each other. Imagine that.” 

Bucky buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent.

“Guess I better wait until tomorrow to ask you to marry me.”

You laughed a sleepy laugh.

“You got jokes.”

“You know me, Frumoasă. A professional comedian.”

But somewhere in the dark of Bucky Barnes’ closet, a diamond found some light and sparkled.

——

Please, please! Let me know!

[itslocsdiggs]

Imagine...

Dad! Rafa getting the kids ready for school. Lydia's got the wrong color tights on and her brother would rather with Mía than eat his breakfast. By the time he gets them to the bus, hot cereal is all over his shirt and random things left all over the house. He swears that he can handle it all. You deserve a break when he's not travelling for work.

[sillyteecup]

Departure

Daveed Diggs x black!reader

Warnings:

Swearing/cursing

Mentions of alcohol

A.N:

Uhm this is the first and last time I write for a real person. Byee.😂

At this point you had flat out given up on your suitcase. You had tried everything but it wouldn't close. And it was the last freaking bag! Why was it being so difficult. Deciding that you needed a break, you trudged to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of wine. Who knew packing to move to another country would take so long and be so hard?

Before you could sit down, you heard a knock on the front door. You groaned in annoyance as you got up to open it. "Rest, I'm coming," you called. You swung the door open to find a tired and angry(?) Daveed on the other side. You stepped aside and motioned for him to come in.

"Hey Daveed. What's up?" you asked nervously. "Oh nothing, just found out that my best friend is leaving for France tomorrow morning," he chuckled dryly. You stayed silent. You had hoped that you could just disappear without him finding out beforehand, but alas. You had been caught. "Rafa...that little.." you trailed off. He was the only person you had told so it had to be him. "So what? You were gonna disappear without telling anyone but him? Was that the plan?" Daveed demanded. "Yes," you muttered. "I got a promotion but the position requires me to be in France. I took it without hesitation," you explained. Daveed looked shattered by your words. "Why?" You sighed and downed the remainder of your drink.

"Because I can't be here anymore Daveed. I can't be around you anymore," you spoke softly since you were too tired to yell. "I don't understand Y/N. Why?" he asked. His face was scrunched up in frustration and hurt. It was tearing you apart. "I don't know," you lied. "Don't give me that bullshit Y/N you know damn well why!" he yelled. "It seems like you do too," you snarked. He definitely knew. He just wanted to hear you say it for some reason. You took some time to recollect yourself before speaking again. "You're getting married Daveed," you whispered.

Something in his eyes shifted. They went from angry to guilty. He felt guilty? The nerve of this guy! "I know," he said softly. "Then why the hell are you here!?" It was your turn to yell. Any semblance of patience you had, was gone. "I don't know! Maybe I don't wanna get married anymore," he said unsure of himself. "No Daveed, you're gonna get married!" "No." "YES Daveed. You're going to marry her! And you're gonna be happy! And I'm gonna go to France! And I'm gonna be happy! Don't you want me to be happy!?" you sobbed. He couldn't afford to be selfish. You wouldn't let him. It was time for you two to end whatever it was that was going on. You two crossed the friendship boundaries two years ago but now it was time to stop.

"Say you want me to be happy Daveed," you said softly. He didn't answer. Instead he stood there with a blank expression on his face. The man had no clue what to do. "Say it Daveed! Say it gotdamnit!" you cried punching him in the chest. He caught you when you broke down into his arms.

"I just need to hear you say it," you whispered. You were broken. France was supposed to be your breath of fresh air. Your new beginning. Away from Daveed.

"I can't," he croaked. It took you everything you had to get up from his embrace and go sit in a corner away from him.

"Why?"

"Because I love you. Tell me you don't love me back and I'll leave."

You did love him. You really did.

"I don't love you back." It hurt you to say it but it had to be said. He wasn't yours to love. He never was. He never will be. Regardless of how broken he looked chipped at your heart bit by bit, it still had to be said. It was time to save yourself.

"Daveed you need to leave," you murmured from your little corner. He nodded defeatedly. You couldn't muster up even the slightest strength to make eye contact with him. You knew it would kill you so you kept your eyes on the ground.

You heard a heavy sigh and footsteps headed towards the door. You heard it open and expected it to close immediately. But it didn't. The silence got heavier and heavier, until he spoke again.

"I don't buy it. Because I know you better than anyone else you know. But I'll let you go, because that's what you do when you love someone." The cracks in his voice were too much for you.

"I love you, Y/N. I'll see you around."

Finally the door closed and Daveed was gone. You'd decided that he'd be nothing more than a mere memory, knowing he'd be back the very second you called. So you didn't.

[elocinnicole]

To Be Loved

Pairing: Rafael Casal x OFC Black!Reader (Lena Ellis) Rating: All can engage Summary: Rafa and Lena tried their best

It seemed like they were on different rhythms trying to catch the same beat but never quite being on key. With Rafa’s becoming busier and busier with his rising stardom and Lena’s increasingly popular talk show. They were finding it hard to have time for one another and it added a sharp note to their relationship.

“Okay so tomorrow we’re talking about the new Beyonce song and that Verzuz battle. We’re gonna play some games…” Lena zoned out as her cohost, Riley, listed off the agenda for the next taping of their show. She found herself doing that lately, her mind was elsewhere these past few days. She felt it, she knew Rafa could feel it too. They’ve been different. Nothing that will cause any animosity but enough to to drive a wedge between the two. They’ve been known as the couple that’s always in-sync with one another. Finishing each other’s sentences, having similar answers to various situations and scenarios. Even down to sometimes binge watching the same show or streaming similar artists on their respective streaming platforms.

“Lena, Lena!” Lena jumped and quickly took herself off of mute.

“Sorry, I’m here. What was the question?”

“Is someone distracting you?” The other cohost, Shamari, asked suggestively, Lena feigned laughter

“I asked you if you watched the Verzuz battle?”

“Um, yeah, I watched it with some friends.”

“Okay, so we’re gonna let you lead that topic.”

“Is that all guys? I have to get ready for some event with Rafa.”

“Yeah, we’re all done, you go do relationship shit with your boyfriend.” Riley joked making Lena playfully roll her eyes.

“Bye guys,” Lena waved before ending the Zoom call. She huffed looking at the time on her MacBook she didn’t feel like going but she had to support him. Despite the fact that he hasn’t been to one taping of her talk show but she’s not going to dwell on that. She has to start getting ready. Lena frowned, now that she thinks of it, she hasn’t heard from Rafa since he left this morning. She called Rafa to find out where he was and after one ring was sent to voicemail.

“Okay, so you’re wearing Oscar de la Renta, and the jewelry is Bulgari.” Lena’s stylist listed off who she was wearing, but the only thing on her mind was the nausea that was steadily growing as soon as Jason came to the hotel.

“Lena, you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I um, haven’t been feeling well lately.”

“Bitch you not pregnant are you?”

“No, I’m not pregnant,” Lena smiled sadly

“Oh shit, I’m sorry were you guys trying or something?” Jason said quickly

“Oh no, no, it’s just nothing. I’m fine Jason, really.” Jason gave her a questioning look before continuing fit her dress.

“What time are you guys supposed to be leaving?”

“In an hour,” she said dryly

“Where’s Rafa? He’s still gotta get dressed, the pants need to b hemmed,”

“I don’t know, that seems to be the case recently,” Lena said venomously, just then the sound of the door opening and closing could be heard from the bedroom of the hotel room. Rafa came rushing through the door, hair, and clothes disheveled.

“Babe,”

“Can you get dressed? We have to leave in an hour.”

“Lean,”

“Can you get dressed? We have to leave in an hour.” Lena stressed Rafa sighed heavily and eyed Jason.

“Your tux is in the bathroom, please be gentle.”

“Yeah, sure.” He mumbled brushing past Lena and straight to the bathroom.

“You guys okay?” Jason asked hesitantly

“Do you think we can take the dress in a bit up top? It’s a little loose.” Lena asked avoiding the question.

After Rafael got dressed Jason quickly fixed the hem of the suit before going on his way to check on another celebrity he was styling for the same event.

Lena fixed her hair in the mirror of the hotel lobby, not once has Rafael commented on her outfit. Usually, he can’t stop showering her with compliments and affirmations but nowadays it felt like pulling teeth to get him to smile at her. It’s not all on him though, she could say the same. She can’t remember the last time she said something nice about him. Seems like all they seem to do is argue and fuck.

Rafael jogged out of the hotel bathroom, the usual smile that was present in his eyes wasn’t there. There was nothing, emotionless like he was operating on auto-pilot.

“You ready?” He asked

“Yeah, I just saw the car pull up.”

The car ride to the red carpet was an awkward one, when they used to talk to each other and sneak kisses and subtle touches were replaced with silence and sitting on opposite sides of the car. When they finally reached the red carpet Rafa escorted Lena out of the car and they immediately put the mask on, they were both actors so it wasn’t hard to pretend for a few hours.

“Rafael! Over here,” A journalist called over, they both approached the journalist, phony smiles plastered on their face.

“How are you doing today?”

“I’m doing great, so excited to be here.”

“Lena, I first want to say you look amazing, who are you wearing?”

“Thank you, I’m wearing Osca de la Renta and Bulgari.” She said pleasantly. The interviewer asked Rafael a bunch of question about his various current and upcoming projects. The interview about almost over when the journalist asked one more question

“Okay, so we’ve all been wondering. Do we hear wedding bells in the distance?” Lena glanced at Rafael wondering how he was going to answer this question. If they were asked the same question last year then they both would’ve leaped at the chance to answer it.

“Um, uh you know I love Lena very much, she’s a beautiful person inside and out but only time will tell.”

‘Time will tell.'? That’s all she meant to him, if she could she would walk right off that red carpet and go back to the hotel. The journalist awkwardly laughed

“Well, that’s all we have time for. Thanks for stopping by.”

Rafa and Lena continued the night not really talking to one another only when needed. After the movie, they went straight to the after-party. In hindsight, they should’ve gone back to the hotel.

Lena sat in the lounge area of the party waiting for Rafa, he needed to use the restroom before they went to find their table. She checked her phone and noticed he’s been gone a long time, maybe there was a long line. Lena looked up from her phone when she heard footsteps approaching her. There was Rafa, but he had a drink in his hand. For him.

“Where were you?”

“After the bathroom, I went to get a drink,”

“You couldn’t text me if I wanted something.”

“Oh, um, my bad.”

“It’s fine, I’ll get one.” Lena stood and walked past him without as much as a second glance. Lena managed to squeeze her way to the crowded bar and waited to be serviced.

“Hey, can I get another Moscow Mule and add this lovely lady’s drink to my tab.” Lena’s head shot up when he realized the man next her was referring to her.

“I want a Moscow Mule,”

“Make that two, Moscow Mules.” The man said flashing his pearly white smile at Lena, making her blush. She had to admit he was very good looking and if she’s being honest, it’s been a while since Rafa’s looked at her that way.

“Thank you,” Lena smiled graciously

“You’re very welcome,”

“You’re either single or your boyfriend is dumb as hell.” The taller man joked, pulling a chuckle out of Lena

“I have a boyfriend,”

“Damn, if my girlfriend looked like that in that dress you’re wearing, she’d be on my arm the whole time. Shit, we’d probably never made it here in the first place.”

“Well, I’m here aren’t I?”

Rafa felt like shit, he could’ve at least bought her a drink. He sighed heavily leaving the table to try and catch Lena at the bar so he could pay for her drink. When he got to the bar area, he saw Lena engaged in conversion with some corny-ass dude. She didn’t need him to pay for her drink, after all, he scoffed before going back to the table.

“Thank you for the drink,”

“You’re welcome…” The man trailed off, wanting to know her name

“Lena,”

“Lena, the name certainly fits.” He said charmingly, his hand grazing her elbow

“Thank you…”

“Derek,” He smirked

“Have a great night,” Lena said walking back to find Rafa. When she got back he was nowhere to be found. She pulled out her phone and called him, after a few rings it went to voicemail. It was probably hard to hear over the music.

She walked over to the venue and finally saw him at a table, by himself. She thought they were going to find their seats together. She rolled her eyes in annoyance she couldn’t wait for this night to be over. When she sat down, she noticed the slight seat adjustment he made. Choosing to ignore it, she cleared her throat.

“Why’d you leave? I thought we we’re gonna find our seats together?”

“I wanted to place my dinner order, I didn’t do yours, I didn’t know what you wanted.” Lena exhaled sharply, growing annoyed with this attuned he had.

“That’s fine, I’ll order it when she comes back.”

It was now after midnight and Lena wanted to head back to the hotel. After they ate dinner, Rafa left the table to talk to some people in the business, which was hours ago. If she wanted to be alone she would’ve stayed at the hotel. Sighing, she grabbed her purse and went to look for her boyfriend. She found him by the bar talking to a mutual friend of theirs.

“Hey, Lena! Rafa didn’t say you were here.” Lena held back the hurt, he didn’t tell his friends she was here.

“Hey, nice to see you, Rob. Um, Rafa, can we go? I’m getting tired.”

“Uh, I’m not ready to leave yet, Lean.”

“I know, but I’m tired. I gotta do a taping tomorrow.”

“Well, you can go if you want. You have a hotel key right?” Lena gave a tight-lipped smile, fighting the urge to argue back with him.

“Yep, I’ll see you later.” Lena turned on her heels and stormed out of the party. Luckily, the streets were littered with taxis, and she didn’t feel like waiting for an Uber or Lyft.

It was well after 2 AM when Rafa came back to the hotel, he stopped upon entering the room. Lena sat in the living room of the suite, still in her dress but her bags were packed.

“What’s this?”

“I think,” Lena choked up, why was this suddenly so hard to say. She had been practicing in her head over and over how she would say this. Now her throat had closed up and her brains couldn’t form the words that she so desperately wanted to say.

“Lena, I know I haven’t been the best person to be around but we just gotta work at it. Maybe we can go to counseling or something.” Rafael kept listing everything that they could do but Lena just wanted him to stop.

“Rafael,” she finally said, like a string snapping, Rafa stopped all at once.

“Lena,” he breathed

“We haven’t been us.”

“What do you mean?” Lena sighed so he was going to make her say it like he’s been wanting oblivious or at least pretending.

“Please don’t make me say it, we both know…”

“Know what?” Rafael pressed

“Rafa, I-I think I should get a room…tonight.” Rafa clenched his jaw, something he only did when he was angry. He ran a hand through his hair.

“Is this about that guy from the bar?” Rafa said accusingly

“What?”

“I saw you and that guy at the bar you was all giggling and shit.” Lena scoffed she can’t believe he’s doing this right now.

“You don’t get to do that to me. What the fuck was ‘time will tell' about?”

“What the hell did you want me to say?” Lena opened her mouth and quickly closed it, not wanting to say anything that she would have to later apologize for.

“No, Lena, be honest with me. What did you want me to say?”

“Anything!” Lena sighed heavily as she rubbed her temples, this is the exact opposite of how she envisioned how this conversation would go.

"Come on Lean, you haven't been supportive of me these past few months." That made her raise an eyebrow

"Excuse me?"

"Ever since we've moved to LA, you've been dragging your feet and acting like you don't want to be here."

"Don't do that! Did you forget that I'm on a talk show? So I'm sorry I'm not waiting on my knees for you when you get home at night."

"That's not what I said!"

"You didn't have to say it! Let's not forget before the red carpets and hotels I was the one holding us down on my teacher's salary. Who was the one who stayed up late helping you out of your writer's block? Helping you write material, giving you ideas! So don't try to pretend I haven't been less than supportive because when no one else was there, I was there before that blue check was added to your name."

"I'm sorry," Rafa took a step toward Lena but she put her hand up. Not trusting herself if she'd allowed him to touch her, knowing how she melts into his embrace

"Please...just...don't," Lena said, voice wavering. Rafa walked over to her and placed her hands in his, rubbing small circles on the back of her palms. “I don’t want to give up on this…us, it’s Rafa and Lena. It's always been the two of us.” “Well, maybe it’s time for me to be Lena and you…” she trailed off, Rafa didn’t hold back the tears that brimmed his eyes. They touched foreheads, their lips ghosting over each other’s, barely touching.

“You know I love you?” Rafa said his voice wavering, Lena nodded her brain telling her not to say it back.

“Lena, you know I love you?” Rafa grabbed her chin, making her look up at him.

“I love you too,” she whispered back. Their lips met in a gut-wrenching kiss, they knew this would probably be the last time they’d be in each other’s arms. As much as it broke her heart, she backed away first before it got the chance to go any further.

“Goodbye, Rafa.” Lena grabbed her bags and hastily made her way to the door.

“Take care of yourself, Lena.” Lena gave her boyfriend of four years one last look before walking out and closing the door behind her. Leaving behind probably one of the greatest things that have ever happened to her.

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[ramp-it-up]

So

This was hot. Hbd to me!

Wonderful as always!!!! 😁

Me & U

Summary: it’s Chris’s birthday!

Pairings: Chris Evans x black!reader

Warnings: minors dni, smut, daddy kink, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex

(A/N: Happy 40th, Chris! Looking finer with age. Part of my R&B/Brat challenge. Unedited because tf is proofreading. Just something I whipped up last minute because ngl I forgot lmao. Please like follow comment and reblog 💜 ✌🏾)

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You took a seat on Chris’ lap as he laughed with his friends. For a man that told you he didn’t wanna do much for his birthday he sure looked like he was having a grand ol’ time.

For your birthday he’d went all out. You’d woken up to your bedroom being filled with balloons and flowers. Then he took you out for breakfast at your favorite spot. Then took you shopping where he bought you whatever you wanted. Shoes, purses, even this gorgeous pair of earrings you’d worn to dinner with your friends.

So you had to give him that same energy back. Invited all his friends over to surprise him. Of course as soon as everyone jumped out at him with you right there front and center, he put his hand on his left pec as he laughed.

You’d went all out. Getting his favorite beer. Making his favorite foods. Doing whatever you could to make his day special. You kissed his cheek. He smiled and put his mouth on your ear where he nuzzled you with his nose. There was just one thing you hadn’t given up.

The party started clearing out and Scott helped clean before finally saying goodnight. Chris yawned and gave you a kiss. “Thanks for this, Baby.”

“Of course. Did you have a good time?”

“I had an amazing time,” he replied with a grin.

“Even though you didn’t want it?” You teased, pinching his cheek.

He tilted his head back as he laughed then slid his hands down to your ass. “What can I say? I guess you know me better than I know myself.”

You chuckled and leaned into peck the underside of his jaw. “Mmmhmm and don’t you forget it,” you purred.

Chris looked down at you before leaning down to kiss your lips. “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm,” you giggled. “Oh! I have one more gift for you!” Before he could even respond you’d already pulled away so you could run upstairs.

All he could do was chuckle as he saw your enthusiasm. He grabbed another beer as he sat on the couch. Waiting for you to come back.

“You ready?” You asked him after too long.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Close your eyes!” You demanded.

He chuckled. Leaning back as he did as you said. “Okay.”

“Promise you’re not looking!” You called down.

His laughter grew. “Baby, I promise.”

“Okay,” you replied obviously much, much closer. “Open, Daddy.”

When he did he had to do a double take. Honestly not knowing whether to laugh or to pull you on his lap. So he did both.

Kissing you all over your face as you joined in. It was no secret that you weren’t a fan of sports in general. Could fall asleep during a football game. Yet it didn’t stop you from trying for him. At least pretending to care. Saying if he could pretend to be interested in watching those corny ass CW shows with you, the least you could do was give him that.

So while you were a good sport for the most part, he hadn’t been expecting this. Your black and red shorts were tiny and even from the front he just knew they hugged your ass. The thin matching crop top hugged your tits making your nipples strain against the fabric. Patriots written across your chest. White thigh high socks covered your legs. In your hands were pom poms.

Chris smacked your butt making you squeal. “Hey! I didn’t even get to do my cheer!”

“You made a cheer?” He asked with a chuckle setting his beer bottle on the end table.

That’s when you pouted, looking down. “You don’t like it?” You asked.

He kissed your cheek. “Oh trust me, Babe.” Then gave you another one. “I love it. Thank you. This is the best birthday ever.”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up as you smiled.

Then another peck to your lips. “Of course. Still wanna do your cheer?”

“Well, it was more like a lap dance, but since I’m already in your lap.”

“Yeah?” He licked his lips. “Now I kinda wanna see it.”

“Or you can lay back and I,” you got really close so you could whisper in his ear, “can suck your dick.”

With that you could feel him hard against your thigh. Then started rocking your hips helping you with the way his hands rested on your ass. “Fuck,” he said under his breath. 

You kissed his lips deepening it almost as soon as you could. Tongues meeting each other’s. You moaned into his mouth, trying to grind against him that was giving such good friction you could cum right there. You knew you were a mess in your shorts.

As he started to smack your ass it was like it reminded you of what you’d asked. You threw your pom poms to the side before putting your hands on his chest so you could push him down.

Considering he was much stronger than you, that wasn’t exactly easy to do. He chuckled as he got the hint finally laying down with you in his arms. Still not letting you go because he wanted to kiss you a little more.

Finally you managed to get away from him. Then he hissed as you’d moved down his neck. Licking and sucking right over his spot. Fuck you always loved the little noises he made when you did this.

You finished your journey down his stomach. Stopping when you got to the hem of his shirt so you could push it up his abs. With that you started kissing all over his abs. Making him have the sharpest intakes of air as when you sucked at his skin.

Moving from spot to spot until you were at his pelvis when he finally stopped you. Putting his hand in your hair to pull your head up so you had to look at him. “You tryna make me cum in my pants?”

You giggled and shook your head. “No!”

“Then you better stop fucking around.” He grinned.

You couldn’t stop smiling as you finally moved to his jeans. Licking your lips in anticipation. His cock was bulging against his jeans. Fuck you couldn’t wait to get your mouth on him.

You were so quick when it sprung into view. Licking it from balls to tip. He opened his legs a little wider so you could get a little closer. Watching as you started to slurp on it. His hips moving up but he was trying to refrain from fucking your mouth yet.

“That’s it,” he hissed. “That’s fucking it.”

Your mouth was watering all around him. Making the best mess he’d ever seen. Fuck he could only imagine what your pussy looked like right now. Probably soaking wet. He wanted to see if you left a wet spot in those shorts.

“That’s my fucking good girl,” he said, putting one of his arms under his head. Doing the other to move your head up and down by your hair. “Look so cute sucking daddy’s cock.”

You gagged around him. As he forced you down a little further. Then let you back up for hair. “Thank you for letting me suck your dick.” Your hand wash still around him, stroking him as his tip licked with precum.

Chris groaned again. Of course you’d remembered that little talk you’d had. Where the two of you talked about things that had turned you on a lot with each other. One of your thing was when he’d say sweet things to you while treating you like a whore. His was when you thanked him for it.

You went back to it. Slobbering all over him again. Playing with his balls. “Gonna make me cum, Babe,” he warned you. “You want that?”

You nodded doing this thing where it felt like you were trying to gulp him up. Cuz you wanted him to cum down your throat.

“Fuck!” He shouted into the air as he finally unloaded. His eyes shut tightly as it was too much for you to fully catch. That was okay he liked how you looked all messy for him. Like a fucking slut.

You stand up so you could take off your shorts. He took the time to pull of his shorts and removed his pants and shoes before you climbed on top of him.

You went back to kissing. Chris not giving a fuck that your mouth was just on his dick. Or that he’d just came in it. That wasn’t going to stop him from making out with you.

He stuffed his fingers in your pussy from behind. Groaning as you rode his hand. Your hole hugging his digits. Fuck you were soaking wet. You let out a breathy moan. “You’re gonna make me cum,” you said in a whiny little whimper.

“Good. You better fucking cum for me.”

That was when you drenched him. Not that it stopped him from finger fucking you for a little longer. That’s when he grabbed you by your hips. Lifting you up so he could ease you down his length.

Even though he’d just cum from the way you sucked him. You put your hands on his chest as bounced up and down on top of him. A chorus of, “ugh, ugh, ugh’s,” coming from your lips.

He moved one of his hands under your shirt to pinch your nipples. Making you tighten around him. Pussy juices dripping down. You were moaning so much it was a good thing his neighbors weren’t close.

He reached forward so he could grab your legs. Wrapping his arms around your thighs so he could help you move better. “God you’re fucking tight.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” you cried. “Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me.”

That’s when he said fuck it so he could pick you up and drop you down so he could slam his cock in and out of you. “Don’t you fucking run,” he grunted as you tried to scoot back.

He looked between you to see your pussy gripping his cock. Pussy creaming around him. “You’re gonna make me cum again!” You cried.

“Then fucking do it,” he said. Also feeling it rising inside of him, too. “Daddy’s gonna fill up your cunt, Baby.”

“Yes,” you whimpered. “Yes, yes, yes.” As another orgasm wrecked through your body he came deep inside of you.

“Fuck!” He groaned as he put his head in your neck. The two of you relaxed with him on top of you. Rubbing his back and getting al cozy under him.

“Thank you for today, Babe,” he whispered with a yawn. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Christopher,” you sighed contently. You were pretty sure you could stay like this forever.

[thirstnotes]

| Imagine Being Quiet and Nerdy and in Love with Daveed and Rafa Since Childhood and Not Realizing Rafa Liked You All That Time (Part 2) |

Fr/N = Friend's Name

(Part 1) (Part 3)

"Damn..." he said under his breath. You were cute back in the day, but he was in no way ready for the baddie that was standing across the street from him.

You were busy helping keep track of the booths for the block party, pretty brown eyes trained on your clipboard. Soft and sweet as ever. Even wearing a sundress that complemented your yummy curves. Yellow was becoming his favorite color.

"Ey, Y/N!" Daveed called from behind him. He couldn't decide if it was by accident or wholly on purpose. Knowing D, it was most likely on purpose, but he didn't have time to process the salt before you looked his way and smiled.

Shit, dude.

That fuckin smile could kill a man. Your eyes met his briefly before settling on Daveed, who had pulled you into a warm hug.

"Hey, thanks for coming. Seriously, we appreciate it."

"Of course, baby. You know we all about fundraising," he said suddenly, cutting off Daveed's response. Not to be rude or greedy. But honestly so you'd look at him again. He felt like a goofy ass pre-teen again, still gone over the quiet girl who lived across the street from his best friend. The Roxanne to his Max.

Daveed dipped his head, failing terribly at hiding his amusement. "What he said."

You laughed and brushed a braid from your face. "Well I do now."

Rafa shrugged with a smirk, intelligent conversation melting from his brain.

"Okay. I see you," you said with an amused laugh, turning and heading back across the street to handle business.

"I see you too," he called back, the intelligence in his brain gradually coming back, “I’m liking what I see too.”

You laughed, looking back at him before meeting up with another organizer. Then you were busy again.

"Smooooth bro,” Daveed facepalmed, shaking his head.

"Dude, I hate me so fuckin much right now," Rafa groaned, turning to regroup behind the popcorn booth.

"Dude I hate you so fuckin much right now," Daveed laughed, watching him wither a bit. "Will you chill out? I've literally never seen you like this with anybody else. Girlie likes you already. Just make ya move."

"I don't know, bro. She's different. I just. She's even better than a glow up, feel me? Like. A. I don't know. What's the word for an upgrade of an upgrade?" he joked, running a hand through his hair.

"I don't know, I think 'upgrade' pretty much covers it."

Rafa groaned, watching you cross the street with Fr/N, completely unaware of how gone he was over you. Still.

He honestly didn't get it. Whenever you came into the room, every ounce of swag he thought he owned abandoned him. As cliche as it sounded, he just got tongue-tied.

Which was dumb. You still liked him. He could tell from the way you looked at him. Even then, you were stealing glances at him, quickly looking away when you saw him looking back. So fuckin cute.

He needed to tell you. Soon.

He just needed to find the words.