#rafael casal angst

[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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Daveed Diggs - Rafael Casal

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[ramp-it-up]

Babe, are you taking requests? I’m desperately in need of some Rafa love 😩 Help!

Anything for you, love!

F*****g Sound

Pairing: Rafael Casal x OFC Holly Woods

​​Summary: You love to hate Rafael Casal. And now everyone knows.

Word Count 2K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT! Read at your own risk, mutual pining, innuendo, explicit talk, explicit pics, masturbation, fingering, spit play, hooking up at a party. Breeding kink if you squint, orgasm denial. Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

For more context read the Holly Rafa fics here.

A/N: This is the beginning of the Arrivals/Fresh Squeeze/ GOAT series mashup that was supposed to be published last year. 😬 I am inspired by Rafa’s IG stories that make it seem as if he is Lucky Daye’s album Candy Drip on Replay. Hope you like it @lonelydance

Notice: I no longer operate a taglist. Follow @rampitupandread to be notified when I post. DO NOT COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK!

“So what, Holly? “

Rafael snapped his fingers,

”No one ever snapped their fingers…”

Rafa held his hand up and snapped. You glared at him. But you had to clench your thighs when he did it. You remembered how fast you got on your knees for him that one time at your apartment.

“And you came?”

He looked at you intensely.

As usual, You and Rafael were in deep conflict in the middle of your friend’s gathering, a small circle watching the sexual tension snap crackle and pop between you two.

“You’re telling me that no man has ever snapped their fingers and gotten you to do anything sexually? Just like that?”

He did it again.

Damn him, you thought. You cocked your hip and decided to play it off.

“Never met a man who had that kind of power.”

Rafa smiled and bright his drink to his lips, forcing your eyes there as well. ‘It’s on,’ he thought.

“Well. We need to find you someone who can do that for you.”

Rafa turned to the hostess.

“Naomi, you got anyone for your friend?”

Naomi was laughing at you both.

“You need to chill, I’m sure Holly can handle her own sex life.”

Then she heard UTK calling her from the game room.

You smiled, choosing violence.

“She’s right. But I don’t remember the last time I had quality sex…”

Then you smiled at Rafa, who was clenching his jaw right now, fully swole. You were baiting him because you had just let him hit last night.

You walked out of the room. Rafa watched the sway in your hips, looking as if he’d set the world on fire.

Rafa had to put his hand in his pocket, because your attitude was getting him rock hard. He stood and seethed for a few as he stared after you.

Rafa looked up at Daveed who just shook his head, put his hands up and went to the game room. Fuck it, he would striaghten you out, he thought as he stalked out of the room and took out his phone.

“So they fuckin.”

Lindy leaned over and whispered to Daveed in the other room. He smiled down at her.

“Genius Ass.”

He smirked.

“The jig is they think it’s just physical, you know FWB, although I’m prettyyyy sure they're in love. But they are both too boneheaded to admit it.”

Lindy laughed.

“But it’s so obvious. That right there is passion. They got it bad.”

She looked around.

“Why doesn’t anyone else see it?”

D chuckled.

“Because everyone really thinks Rafa and Holly can’t stand each other. And they are very convincing. Remember Rafa is an award winning actor. Holly is a woman.”

Daveed dodged a smack across the head, laughing because Lindy had to jump. She flipped him a bird and attempted to walk off.

D grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him and pointed to his lips. She tried to have an attitude, staring at his lips, but then kissed them and fell into his embrace. Then they continued watching the show.

You were staring out of the window, keyed up from your interaction with Rafa. Why did he need to be such an asshole in public?

You felt your phone vibrate and took it out to see a message from Rafa. You shook your head, opened it and then hid it in your hands and made sure no one was near you.

He’d sent a dick pick. From the guest room. The text message read: Let me make it up to you.

You shook your head again, angry now. He didn’t have it like that. No.

But then you pulled your phone out again and your pussy throbbed. You were indeed addicted.

Daveed and Linden watched you go into the same room that Rafa went into and grinned at each other over their drinks.

You stepped in the room and turned on the light. There was Rafa, in his suit, with his dick out and stroking.

“So you came. Oh but I didn’t snap my fingers, I just snapped a pic.”

He was going to town, staring at you and holding you captive with his blue green eyes. Jealousy was here.

“W-what is this all about Rafael? Nathan?”

You’d told Rafa that you’d met up with your ex when you went home to Houston last week.

“I told you, we didn’t…. We just had coffee.”

You closed your mouth because both you and Rafa remembered what happened on your coffee date.

“Rafa, it doesn’t matter. It has nothing to do with our situation. That is not what this is.”

Feelings bubbled up but Rafa pushed them down. This was just fucking, right?

“Cool, so, if I was to put my dick in your mouth, would you swallow all my cum, or would you rather let me aim it at your face, or your tits?”

No matter how insecure he was about this situation you two were in, he was confident of his game.

Cash was a panting feral sex monster right now and he had you right where he wanted you.

You were got. Good and got. You watched Rafa jacking his dick and your knees got weak.

“I…”

You wanted all of that. Your mind was blanking.

“Come here.”

You moved toward him obediently and stood between his legs watching him grip himself, watching as he slid his fist up and down, causing the head to play peekaboo with you between his thumb and forefinger. It was so thick and pink and dripping with pre cum. You wanted to clean it up. He watched your face and when you licked your lips he knew.

“I think I dreamt one time that when I snapped my fingers you dropped to your knees and gave me the best head I've ever had in my LIFE! Unnnghh.”

Rafa moaned and you watched as a little more spurted out, ready. He watched you and knew that he had you where he wanted.

“But I guess I must have been tweaking.”

Any other time, you would have cussed him the fuck out, but you put yourself into this situaion. Dripping in your best friend’s guest room with your avowed enemy.

“Want some?”

You nodded, near desperate.

“Here.”

Rafa reached his hand up and put two fingers in your mouth. He used the same rhythm that he was stroking himself and you sucked his fingers like it was going out of style, dribbling saliva down his fingers and your shirt.

“Just nasty.”

Rafa’s eyes were glazed and he pulsed harder in his hand.

“Fucking love that mouth.”

Suddenly, he shifted, grabbed your waist and moved your body down to the bed, sliding his hand down to your hip to your thigh, which he hoisted up and out to have you exposed to the room.

Rafael lay beside you and pulled your other leg open, appreciating the view. His heart started beating a mile a minute.

“Holly Marie Woods! You don’t have any panties on! What kind of party did you think you were coming to?”

You didn’t answer his question.

“W-what if someone hears us?”

“Holly, I don't care 'bout who's around, I just want you, here, right now, I need to hear you make that fuckin' sound.”

“Oh, yessss.”

Rafa’s heart raced. Maybe you did want him as much as he wanted you. Maybe…

His hand was on your thigh and moving north. His long fingers skimmed your sex, and met the emerging wetness there. You started sucking his fingers even harder as two of his other fingers sunk into you.

”Unnnghhhhh!”

Rafa felt like he was going to pass out as he felt your velvet walls. His dick throbbed. He got up on his knees between yours, pulled his fingers slowly out of your mouth and used your saliva to add to your wetness as he massaged your clit. He felt your pussy quiver and he smirked at his power. This was the shit, this electricity between you.

“Fuck--”

Rafa clamped his hand over your mouth as you started to shout, stopping what he was doing.

“Shut your mouth. You may be right. Don’t want anyone to know, do we?”

Rafa leaned up and placed your thighs in his hand and hiked them up so that you were bent in half. He took in your wide eyes. He moved his hand as he lined up with your cunt.

“Is that what you want? For me to fuck you until you make that fucking sound in your throat that makes me shoot gallons of cum inside you?”

“Yes, please. I need it.”

Rafa snapped his hips and plunged into you, stopping immediately because of the sensation. This was not in his plan.

“Shit Holly. I can’t believe that ol’ dude didn’t think about having this again. You can’t give away my exclusive benefits. That’s just rude. I know its not my pussy…”

Rafa pounded you a good five times until you were gasping for air and the next thrust would send him over the edge. You moaned that your edge was there too.

“But they are my benefits.…”

“Y-yes. Your benefits. But my pussy.”

Fuck, that made him mad.

“Hold your fucking ankles around your ears,” he growled as he used his arms to gain more leverage to fuck you harder into the mattess.

You felt your insides quiver as you clenched at the command. You made that sound. The sound that haunted his mind when you were not around. That’s how he knew he was in love. He should record it and put it on a loop to make a song, but you weren’t Apollonia, and he wasn’t Prince.

When your eyes started rolling back into your skull and he started fantasizing of watching his cum drip out of your cunt, he pulled out, and stood up as he panted. His dick was bobbing and weaving and trying to pull him back into your pussy, but he stayed strong. He watched your outrage as you were snatched back from the edge yet again.

Your outrage didn’t quite match his as he thought of another man knowing you intimately.

“What the hell Rafa...”

“I just wanted a sample my present. They will be wondering where we are. Gotta get back to the party.”

You stared at him as if he had grown antlers. Not him leaving you unsatisfied. You huffed and then started to reach for your clit.

“I wouldn’t do that.”

Rafael didn’t elaborate, but the tone of his voice made you stop.

“Get up, fix yourself and go back to the party.”

You had no words for him, glaring at his back as he went to wash his hands and fix his hair as you got up and straightened your dress.

“Perhaps someone will snap their fingers later and you’ll get to cum.”

You pussy throbbed as he said the words.

“Damnit Rafa.”

Rafa didn’t say anything else as you went to the restroom and wiped up your lipstick, which was smeared, and as got your purse to put some more on. Rafa knew for certain that he was in love and that it was hopeless. If he said anything, you could have your pick of guys with no feels. He tried to climb out of it.

You made sure your hair was good as he stood at the door, too much of a gentleman, despite the rude things he just did to you, to leave you alone. He stared at you a minute, taking in your prettiness, realizing there was no getting out of this pit of love.

“What?” You cocked your head at him.

“Look, Holly, I…”

You stopped him.

“Let’s not spoil the night. You’re right, let’s go back out there.”

Rafa shut his mouth and nodded.He reached for the knob, opened the door, and were greeted by Naomi and UTK, crazy looks on their faces, and Daveed and Lindy literally eating popcorn and watching behind them.

“Holyyyyyy Shit!”

UTK was bugging. Naomi was looking at you as if you betrayed her.

She may have been right.

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[summerofsnowflakes]

The Last Time

Request: Can I request an angsty fic with either one of the bay boys using the prompt “So that’s it? It’s over?” 

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader / Rafael Casal x Reader 

Word Count: 1.1K 

Warnings: Cheating and just total utter sadness...

A/n: I was meant to post this earlier but i have had my head stuck in the first Bridgerton book all day. All I will say is i am sorry in advance because this is not the typical content for Valentines day. 

This was the last time.

Just one more time and you would end it for good.  

Of course, you had said that before. You had uttered that very statement to yourself every day for the last six months and every day you believed yourself a little bit less. You tried to convince yourself that he hadn’t dominated every thought that went through your head. You persuaded yourself that the whole affair was entirely meaningless, you could end it anytime you want.  But you were a deceptive person, a cheater, that much was clear as day. You always found yourself back in his bed, doing unspeakable things and damaging everyone in your path of destruction. Most importantly though, you were hurting Rafael, the man you truly loved; even if he was none the wiser. You were a tornado of pain and Daveed had been drawn into the centre with you.

You remember the night it all began, it was crystal clear in your mind. The alcohol flowed throughout the evening and Rafa got a little too drunk. It was a celebration, no one blamed him. Daveed was a gentleman, offering to help you both home when he saw you struggling to hold up your boyfriend, waiting for your taxi home. To any outsider it was completely innocent and in fairness it had started out that way. Rafa was put to bed by Daveed with ease, something you wouldn’t have managed. You handed him a glass of whiskey, neat and cheersed to a night cut short.

That’s when it all got a bit blurry and steamy. You can’t remember who initiated it, but you’re certain that it was inevitable, destined to play out. How could anyone resist that charming smile and those fiery eyes that bored into you with pure lust? You were overwhelmed by the needy passion of the whole thing. You could still feel his strong hand clamped over your mouth to quiet you as you both climbed towards your orgasms together. You remained glued to one another long after it was over, but no words were exchanged and he escaped with a fleeting kiss. A promise of more to come.

You were left alone, with nothing but your thoughts and the regret crept its way into your head, the guilt began nibbling at your finger-tips, the anxiety dropped itself on your stomach. Alone in the dark you were unable to move from the scene of your crime…

You sat silently on your bed, head in your hands as you tried to collect yourself before he arrived. The small blue velvet box sat open on top of the bedside table. The silver band was littered with clear diamonds and blue sapphires. It glittered under the soft light of the lamp, it was the ring you had always dreamed of. Only Rafa would be thoughtful enough to dig through the archives of your relationship to remember such small details to include in your future together.

Daveed left himself in, it wasn’t unusual for him to do that. He saw the ring lying carelessly on the table where you had left it an hour ago. It cried out to him to be hidden back in the safety of the draw where Rafa had concealed it this morning. But he would never touch it out of fear it would burn his skin, branding the truth of their relationship onto his skin for everyone to see. He knew this was the end, the last time.

You felt the eyes of the ring watch you, recording the sad scene being played out before it. It silently judged you from the corner of the room as you desecrated the sacred space that was reserved only for you and Rafa. It would act as a constant reminder of the pain you and Daveed had caused. It sealed the tragic end of your affair. But it didn’t stop you from savouring your final moments together. You needed this, you needed him. You craved the feeling of his body heavy on top of yours. You yearned for the sound of his hot ragged breath in your ear as he chased the same relief you did. You thirsted for the passion he offered as his hand held your wrists tightly away from your body. One last time.

Just once more and then you could forget this ever happened. Go back to the safety of Rafa’s arms and pretend there was nothing but friendship between you and Daveed. You could spend the rest of your life convincing yourself that this wasn’t love, just as you had for the last six months. You could leave behind the guilt that had eroded you down to nothing. You could stop questioning whether it was possible to love two people at the same time, even though you knew the answer deep in the pit of your stomach. In those final seconds of ecstasy you couldn’t stop wondering whether you would do it all over again if you went back to that fateful night.

And when it’s finally over with, you go through the motions of redressing.  You don’t feel as though you’re in the room, you feel like you’re watching the end from the same place as the ring. An outsider to your own life. There aren’t any words to be spoken, not yet anyway. It’s too difficult for both of you. You’re mourning the death of a relationship that never stood a chance from the beginning. You stand in a soft embrace for the longest time until Daveed couldn’t stand it any longer. It’s time to go. “So that’s it? It’s over?” Daveed’s voice cracked as he whispered into your hair. Your body trembled and harsh tears escaped you. You weren't ready to let this go, but reluctantly you nodded into his chest. He held you tighter, fighting back his own tears. One of you needed to be strong or you would end up back in bed.

A thick blanket of silence rested on you as you both shuffled towards the front door, your eyes were glued to the floor, his eyes were red from holding back the tears. He opened his mouth to speak but words failed him. You understood and smiled sadly at him. He’s gone without a word. But this time there’s no promise of more. No this was the last time.

Before you could move from your spot in front of the door, Daveed reappeared before you once again, the tears were evident of his face now. “You know, in another time or place this would have been perfect...” He observed solemnly.

“I know Diggs.” You nodded before turning your back on him and your affair.

It truly was the last time. 

#Valentine's daveed challenge #Tay's writing #summerofsnowflakesfics #angst #cheating #heartbreak hotel #rafael casal #daveed diggs #bay boys

[tacoespionage]

“Love Never Dies, Babe.”

11 followers | Collin x reader | 743 words

request: Anonymous said: HC for Collin and reader finally being able to have time/money to go on a date??

a/n: I was gonna make this pure fluff but then I decided to be a terrible person and make it painful so that’s how this ended up as a drabble lol I swear I love Collin,, I gave it a happy ending

summary: Collin and reader are having a nice, chill date- until a police car shakes them both up.

warnings: angst, crying, PTSD portrayal, slight police brutality mention

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“You ready, baby?” Collin poked his head into the bedroom, where you were checking your hair one last time. “Yeah, let’s go.” You smiled and walked towards him, taking his hand and stretching up to kiss his cheek. One Uber ride later, you and Collin were on the sidewalk in front of the new Kwik Way. You had passed it a few times but never eaten there. “Isn’t this the place Miles hates now?” You looked up at him in question. “Yeah, they got good fries though. They’re wedges now.” Collin smiled and took you by the waist, pulling you with him to go order.

After you had both finished eating, you decided to walk home since a soft breeze had picked up and it was nice outside. As the two of you made your way to your apartment, both of your shoes hitting the sidewalk as you went and your hand in his, the breeze picked up a little. You shivered slightly, looking up hopefully at Collin and squeezing his hand as he talked to you. He stopped and sighed, smiling softly. He knew exactly what you wanted. He let go of your hand and shrugged his jacket off. As he turned to hand the jacket to you, he froze, the jacket hanging from his hand between the two of you. 

“Collin?” You froze with him as your stomach turned to ice. You turned slowly, unsure of what you would find behind you. Then, there it was, in all of its malevolent, official glory, gleaming even in the dim lighting: a police car. You were paralyzed as it crawled gradually towards then past the two of you, lights on but no siren blaring, the man inside it obscured by shadows except for his badge. It turned the corner and you shakily reached for the hand that wasn’t clutching the jacket, holding it like you would lose him if you let go again. Collin met your eyes. His own eyes were shining as he squeezed your hand. “Collin?” You whispered his name this time, not trusting your voice to be steady if you spoke louder. “Let’s go home, baby.” His voice was hoarse and strained but still soft. “Okay.” You gently took the jacket from his hands and draped it over your left arm, taking Collin’s hand with your right. Neither of you said a word.

You locked the door to your apartment behind you, Collin staying near you. You turned back around and Collin pulled you to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his torso in an instant. He gently trembled against you and buried his face in your hair. You weren’t sure how long the two of you stood there or when you had started crying too, but eventually he pulled away, still breathing a little shakily. “Can we go to bed?” You nodded.

Once the two of you had changed for bed and settled in, you felt Collin shift next to you. You turned around to see him staring at you intently. Your eyes met and you smiled up at him. “Are you okay?” You asked, your voice more stable now, reaching for his hand in the darkness. Collin needed you; you could hold on. He nodded. “I just… got scared,” he paused for a moment, his eyes flicking away from yours for a split second, “I mean, you were there, Y/n. That makes it so much worse.” You tightened your grip on his hand. Collin wrapped his arms around you, sighing anxiously. 

“I'm not going anywhere, Collin,” You mumbled against his chest, holding him closer, “Even if something happened, even if the worst thing you can ever imagine came true, I will always be right here,” you nuzzled closer to his chest and stared up at the pitch black ceiling. Tears rolled down your cheeks almost unnoticed as you continued, “because I will always love you, even if you don't always love me. And love never dies, babe. No matter what happens, no matter how far away I am and for how long, I promise that you can always count on me to love you. As long as I love you, I'll never really leave your side, okay?”

“Okay,” Collin whispered after a heartbeat, kissing your forehead softly and exhaling. “I love you, Y/n.” He tightened his grip on you as he spoke. “I love you too, Collin.” You closed your eyes and drifted to sleep.

#collin hoskins #collin hoskins x reader #collin x reader #daveed diggs x reader #daveed diggs #blindspotting #blindspotting movie #ptsd #crying #angst #racism #tw #rafael casal #daulaires writes

[wreakhavoconmacroissantdiggs]

Masterlist 💫📚

Rafael Casal

Drabbles

Finally 1 2*

Single dad! Rafa Drabble

All dressed up, nowhere to go*

On Your Worst Behavior

Love you long time

Least of what I'm dreaming(soon)*

You're a hit

birthday surprises*

midnight melodies*

Taste of Honey 1 2.1

Daveed Diggs

Drabbles

Actress! Reader 1 2*

Breathe, let it out

Healthy Living one two (Collin Hoskins × reader)

Horrible Interview/Bad Day*

Kisses on the Beach

Painfully In Love (soulmate AU)

Post Show Hookup*

Post workout imagine

Skin Touch, Head Rush*

Purple Vanity***

sunlight and pleasure*

They Want A Rockstar*

Teacher AU

Knock on Wood*

Headcanons sfw nsfw

Starred links have smut! Read responsibly!🥂

#daveed diggs #rafael casal #lafayette × reader #hamilcast #no #you're not dreaming #masterlist #is here #link in bio #ta da #smut #fluff #angst #history #fantasy #i can't wait to read it #can you?

[daisy-rivers]

Here are four pictures of my favorite bay boy because I just finished Part Four of a four-part series called “Song on My Tongue” about him and Reader, who would be you if you’re interested in being part of the story.

Daveed, Emmy, Jasmine, Anthony, Lin, Pippa, Groff, and others also make appearances in the stories.

Here’s the link to Part Four, “Just Look Up.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18094730

#Rafael Casal #bay boy #poet #bay bard #wordsmith #theater AU #hamilton musical #love #angst #fluff #smut #Mía Casal #Daveed Diggs #emmy raver lampman #Lin-Manuel Miranda #Phillipa Soo #Jasmine Cephas Jones #Anthony Ramos #Jonathan Groff #Renee Elise Goldsberry #Chris Jackson

[alexander-hamilhoe]

MUSICAL WRITING PROMPTS!

Send the number of a prompt and a person!

Your request must include fic type (angst, fluff), person/character and prompt(s)

I write for:

Romantically: All Umbrella Academy characters, Daveed Diggs, Rafael Casal, Anthony Ramos, Phillipa Soo, Jasmine Cephas Jones, Jake Peralta, Rosa Diaz, Amy Santiago

Platonically: All Umbrella Academy characters, All hamilton cast, All Brooklyn 99 main characters, Rafael Casal

I wish I was mad

I love you, I think I always will

The only room with a view is a room with you in it

She had not a single friend to count upon

You would have done the same

Come back to bed

How long have you known?

The truth doesn’t exist in black and white

So either you stole it

Only if you believe in love

And no one tells you where you went wrong

You have invented a new kind of stupid

I’m not here for you

He was right

Another part of adulting is admitting when you’re wrong

What I know is, I still love you

I’d give anything to wake up with you next to me

I will be adding more to this list so keep a look out! <3

Musical theatre songs I love

#the umbrella academy #hamilton #brooklyn nine nine #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #daveed diggs #anthony ramos #renee elise goldsberry #phillipa soo #jasmine cephas jones #jake peralta #amy santiago #rosa diaz #the umbrella academy x reader #hamilton cast x reader #brooklyn 99 x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #daveed diggs x reader #klaus hargreeves x reader #jasmine cephas jones x reader #phillipa soo x reader #aidan gallagher #david castañeda #emmy raver lampman #robert sheehan

[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.”

#rafael casal #rafael casal x reader #Rafael casal x black!reader #rafael casal fanfiction #daveed diggs #oak #okieriete onaodowan #rafael casal imagine

[elocinnicole]

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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Promise

Pairing: Rafael x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Physical Abuse. Drinking.

Words: 1320

Authors Note: This one has been in the back of my head for forever, shoutout out to @einfachniemand​ for the prompt. I feel like all I’ve been writing is Rafael lately, but he works so well for this story.  (Not saying Daveed wouldn’t have but... yeah idk )

You checked your phone for the fourth time since you got there, a cold, slightly melting drink sat on the table in front of you on a coaster. You scanned your environment again, he’s never late. You checked your phone once more, this time getting prepared to call him to at least make sure he was still alive.

Just as you pulled up his number a shadow came over your body, a light touch landing on your shoulder. Rafael, you sighed to yourself. “Hey, sorry I’m late. Traffic.” You nodded eagerly up at him, just happy to be seeing him in the first place. You watched as he slid into the booth across from you.

“How ya been? It feels like its been forever.” He asked. You nodded while taking your first sip at your now slightly watered-down drink, you tried not to make a face at it. “Yeah, it has been a while.” You agreed setting your drink down. “I think the last time was at Brent’s birthday.” You informed, taking another, this time long sip of your drink. Rafael nodded at the memory. “Right.” His voice sounded rather cold. “How is he?” He asked, it almost sounded rhetorical. You pulled your jacket a little tighter against yourself. “He’s good.” You answered as Rafael lifted his hand, grabbing the attention of the waitress.

He quickly ordered a drink before turning his attention back towards you.

He never responded to your response to his question, he just watched you as you drank. You were expecting a fun night out with him, but so far it was only tense and awkward. Like there was a different meaning behind this meet up than you originally thought.

“Why haven’t I seen you since then?” He asked, his drink soon appearing in front of him, he nodded politely to the waitress as she walked away. “That was almost, damn, like a year ago.”

“I don’t know, been busy.” You shrugged, taking a long drink once more.

“With what?” He questioned, you felt like you were at a job interview suddenly.

“I don’t know Rafael, just with life.” You chuckled, you watched him drink.

“Well did you get a new job?” His questions seemed planned, like they had been written down and he was reading off some sort of card.

You began to laugh at his question “No I-“

“Well then  what have you been busy with?” The smile on your face faltered before disappearing, he wasn’t stern as he questioned you, his voice was rather low, like he didn’t want you to feel threatened. You finished your drink and waved at the same waitress, pointing at your empty glass to signal for another.

“Rafael, you don’t need to know everything that’s going on in my life.” You muttered , your stomach twisted with sudden anxiety, you weren’t exactly a fan of having the spotlight pointed at you, but that’s currently what it felt like.

The second drink was placed before you, the empty glass was soon taken away.

“Why not? We used to know everything about each other. Hell I’ll tell you what I’m up to; Daveed and I are working on the Blindspotting TV show, we’ve had some rough patches with the pandemic, but its still been a lot of fun.-“

“Rafael.” You began, interrupting his ongoing sentence. “Why does it matter?” You challenged, unsure what he was doing, but felt ill from the thought. “Life just happens, people lose touch.” Rafael straightened in his seat as if he found a flaw in your argument.

“Yes, but not with everyone…” He practically growled under his breath.

“What?” You asked, your lungs failing you, you gripped onto your jacket once more, pulling it into yourself more as a form of comfort.

“Y/N, everyone I’ve spoken to have said they haven’t heard from you in months.” He mumbled; his voice lower than before, not wanting another soul to hear your conversation.

You gritted your teeth; your lips in a tight line.

“Why did you ask me here?” You demanded, as you drank more than half of your drink waiting for his response.

“Y/N.” He reached for your hands, but you quickly pulled back, placing them in your lap.

“Why haven’t you taken your jacket off? Its boiling in here.” Your hands instinctively grabbed at your jacket. “Its apart of my outfit.” You whispered. “Why did you ask me here?” You asked once again, this time meeting his eyesight.

“I don’t want you to be alone, not with him.” His voice sounded pained and angry, as you watched his eyes scan your jacket.

You felt a hitch in your throat as you processed what was happening in front of your eyes. “I’m not alone, I have Brent.” You argued, your and his drink were all but forgotten as you held eye contact.

“Y/N.” You could see he wanted to get up and comfort you, but held back. “Please take your jacket off.”

“I should go.” You said but to your own surprised you remained seated, your mind refusing to run.

“Take off your jacket, please.” He begged, his hand still where it was when he tried to reach for yours. You bit your bottom lip as you tried desperately to push the tears back down as they welled in your eyes.

“Rafael, don’t.” You hesitated, your eyes wanting to tear away from his gaze.

“Has he hit you?” He breathed, your ears being the only one this question was for.

“No.”

“Y/N, I’m not blind, you look exhausted and thin, you’ve done nothing but hold onto your jacket since I got here, hell even before you kept scanning your phone and this pub like you were in trouble for my being late.” You glared at him.

“You were watching me?” You choked. “How dare you.” You were trying to fight your body into moving, into storming out but, you felt so tired from the internal fight.

“I care about you.” He quickly specified. “So many people care about you.”

“This isn’t a fucking intervention.” You snapped, your voice raising as your blood began to boil. “I’m not sick, I’m fine so just drop it already.” The tears in your eyes threated to spill over as your face heated up.

“I’m not going to.” He challenged. “It’s not okay, you’re not fine.”

“You just brought me here to upset me, I know you don’t like Brent, but that doesn’t mean you can antagonize me like this.” You accused; the noise of the pub was just white noise as your ears began to burn. “You don’t get to do this to me.” You threatened, a tear began to roll down your cheek, it hurt.

“Y/N, I would never do something like that to you. Please, I just want to help you.” He choked.

You grasped at your jacket, praying you were somewhere else, somewhere where you weren’t making a fool of yourself in front of random strangers. As more tears slid down your face you looked up at Rafael, his eyes held such deep sadness that you let out a strangled sob. You looked away from him and into the corner of the booth.

You closed your eyes tightly as you slid your jacket down from your shoulders, your bare arms coming into view. The deep purple and sickening green bruises covering your skin showed themselves. You heard Rafael inhale in a sharp gasp, you felt absolutely sick to your stomach.

Before you could say anything or cover up your shame you felt him pull you into his arms, his own warm tears landing against your hair. You quickly turned to bury your face in his chest, another sob wracking through your fragile body. “I need help.” You wept into his shirt. “Rafael, please I need help.” He tensed his arms around you as you cried into him. “You’re not alone.” He muttered down to you. “He won’t touch you again, I promise.”  

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I no longer write on this blog, since I've lost passion for the fandoms I wrote for. This is all the works i posted.

Andre Layton

Sinning / Grieving (not complete.)

Summary: Hell has frozen over and, in it’s place, Snowpiercer has emerged. It’s many carriages carry secrets: affairs, murders, betrayals. And that’s only mentioning Andre Layton’s secrets. When a serial killer appears, Detective Layton is called on to the case. Though reluctant at first, he agrees to take on the case when he discovers the first victim is rumored to be a once Tallie, an ex-coworker, an ex-lover: Y/N L/N. What starts as a hunt for her killer quickly becomes a hunt for the truth behind her suspicious death. The Tail is uprising; his ex-wife is back in his line of sight; all eyes of the train are on him; and all Andre Layton can focus on is finding Y/N L/N’s body.

Warnings: Angst, Character Death, Smut, Infidelity.

Fic style: Series

Word count: +30k.

Related drabbles/oneshots: The Rock Between Us.

The Rock Between Us

Summary: The train changes everything: faces, futures, feelings.

Warnings: Angst, Hints of infidelity.

Fic style: Drabble.

Word count: 968.

Daveed Diggs

Empty Lighter

Summary: It’s fascinating, the things people leave behind in our lives. Memories, possessions, scars, emotions. Over the course of his life, Daveed had collected so much from people who he’d left behind. But all he has left of her is a lighter and a broken heart.

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Suggestive content, Way too many cigarettes.

Fic style: Oneshot.

Word count: 11.4k.

Hide & Seek

Summary: Y/N L/N can’t keep a promise.

Prequels: Leap Frog, Hopscotch

Fic style: Drabble.

Warnings: Cushion violence.

Word count: 1.8k

Hopscotch

Summary: Daveed Diggs can’t keep his feet on the ground.

Prequel: Leap Frog

Sequel: Hide & Seek

Fic style: Drabble.  

Warnings: Fluff, Two nervous idiots, Rafael Casal almost getting murdered again.

Word count: 3k.

Leap Frog

Summary: Rafael Casal can’t keep a secret.

Sequels: Hopscotch, Hide & Seek

Fic style: Drabble.

Warnings: Possible second hand embarrassment, Fluff, Mentions of murder.

Word count: 2k.

Moi, Toi, Nous

Summary: Daveed doesn’t make it home for dinner but he always eats dessert.

Fic style: Blurb.

Warnings: Suggestive content.

Word count: 471.

The Bella-Vista Avenue Book Club

Summary: If only she’d double checked her Amazon shopping cart, Y/N L/N wouldn’t find herself torn between what book to give her hot neighbor next.

Warnings: Fluff, Cheesiness, A slither of smut, Mentions of a car accident. 

Fic style: Oneshot.

Word count: 6.5k.

Whiskey & Honey

Summary: Phone calls after dark never end well between her and Daveed.

Warnings: Mild angst.

Fic style: Drabble.

Word count: 701.

Diego Hargreeves

Session 46

Summary: Diego was out that night.

Warnings: Angst.

Fic style: Blurb.

Word count: 302.

Sam Wilson

Strawberry Yogurt

Summary: Sam Wilson uses his friendship with one captain america for his own personal gain.

Warnings: Fluff(kinda?).

Fic style: drabble. 

Word count: 633.

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Very Merry

​​Pairing: Rafael Casal x Ofc Holly Woods

Summary: Rafa calls you to wish you a merry Christmas. It is Very Merry Indeed.

1Kinktober Kink: Voice Kink/ Phone Sex

Word Count 1.5K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. SMUT! Read at your own risk, mutual pining, innuendo, explicit talk, explicit pics, mutual masturbation, Daddy kink if you squint, attempted orgasm denial, oh one sex. Not Beta’d. All errors my own. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

For more context read the Holly Rafa fics here.

A/N: I know this is a Christmas fic, but it fit right in with 1Kinktober, and I wanted to bring these two back. Thanks to @wreakhavoconmacroissantdiggs for the ask and the picture above . This is for the 7th DAY of #rampitup1Kinktober! One week! TYSM for following me! 🧡

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You up?

You looked at the time, it was 7 am. 5 o’clock LA Time.

What a cliche Rafa, lmao. Yea, you know my body gets me up at 5 in the morning.

I know.

You paused and smiled. He was very observant..

Question is, why are YOU up?

You now I was up all night in the studio….

With D.

He’s passed out on the couch, right?

You know whattup, lol.

Anyway. I thot I’d wish you a Merry Christmas.

You were rolling laughing at his spelling, but quiet so as not to wake your mother.

Merry Christmas. I thought you were trying to sext me or sum...

Holly! I’m surprised at you! the holiday is pure and baby Jesus would not want you to…

You stared at your screen waiting to see the rest of the text when your phone rang.

Then you stared at the notification that Rafa was calling you. At least he wasn’t facetiming you. You pressed accept.

“Yo. What up?”

Shit. Rafael’s voice was a crackly, moany, early morning sexy rasp that you didn’t know you needed in your life. You’d had the pleasure of Rafael Casal, but you’d never woken up with him. You loved his speaking voice, his rapping tone, and his singing voice, but early morning voice was a gift from the devil.

You tried to maintain decorum.

“Hey. Nothing up but me and the birds.”

You chuckled and Rafa had to shift, because your voice was making his dick thicken. Your deeper, sleepy tone gave him visions of you in bed and that’s where he wanted to be right now.

“I’m about to go run.”

“Hmmmmm. So, did you buy new running gear, or are you going to wear something you already have?”

You let out a chuckle, and the visions of your sexy smile was getting Rafa even harder. Damn, what has happening to him?

“Ummm. In fact, I got some new gear. Leopard print performance leggings and a new black running bra. It’s pretty warm here. 60’s. You know. The south.”

Houston weather was seldom cold.

Visions of you in leopard ran through his mind. He didn’t love that everyone wore it, but thinking of you in it had him hot.

“Oooohhh. Leopard. Check. Cool cool cool.” Rafa was rubbing the bulge in his sweats.

“Why are you asking? Didn’t know you were so concerned with fashion.”

“Don’t I always look fly? Of course I care about fashion. And fit. And those leggings be fitting you girl.”

You two laughed at his rap game.

“So, If you think about it… either when you put on your gear, or when you’re running.. Or after when you’re all sweaty, or all of the above, you can snap a pic and send it to me. So I can check out your fly, of course.”

For some reason, listening to Rafa try to convince you to send him a pic got you warm. He was being so basic, but you were under his spell.

“Mmmmmmmhmmmm. For research.”

The smile was evident in your voice.

“Yes. Visual researchhhhhh.”

Rafa’s drawl became more pronounced as he pulled up your IG and the pics you posted. Damn, you were hot.

“Hmmmmmm.” You shifted on your back and stared at your phone. “Well, what about you? What is your fly this morning.

“You know how I do. Comme des Garcons or Nike grey sweat pants, all the same to me.”

Rafa in grey sweatpants was dangerous. The last time he wore them was when he came over and asked you to sit on his face. You’d happily obliged.

“Well, you can also send pictures as well, Mr. Casal. What up?”

Rafa chuckled and you heard movement “Of course. I got you, friend.”

In less than two minutes, your phone pinged. You opened the pic and had to clutch your pearls. It was a crotch pic and Mr. Rafael was very awake in at least one part of his body.

“Well, damn, Rafa. You just went for it, didn’t you? But… thank you. I may utilize that later.”

You wanted more but not facetiming and just listening to his voice was everything.

“Oh?” You heard more rustling. “How so?”

You moved your hand over to your breast unconsciously as you listened to his silky smooth voice.

“I dunno. Maybe stare at that package that I’ve had the pleasure to experience to gain while I’m gaining more pleasure. Didn’t bring my toys, but I have my hands.”

“Fuck, Holly. Well, I’m using my hands, but there is nothing like your little pretty brown hands on my dick. You stroke me so welllll. Fuck.”

Okay, now it was time for you to slip your hand into your panties.

“Rafael Santiago. Are you telling me that you are jacking off? Pics or it didn’t happen.”

Your fingers played in your slit and gathered the considerable wetness and used it to circle your clit.

Rafa listened to you huff and faintly moan and started stroking a little faster. He held his dick up, snapped a pic, and sent it to you, not caring about anything but this feeling right now. You got him so high.

“Damn girl. Got me exposing myself all over the cloud and shit.”

When you opened the picture, you couldn’t help but moan and lick your lips.

“Fuck, fuck me Rafa. That looks so good. I wanna do so many things to you right now.”

“Oh yeah? Where are your hands?”

Shit the gravel in his voice was getting to you. His voice and your imagination, along with these pics were everything.

For him, the way you paused and huffed told him everything he needed to know. Still he asked.

“Where the fuck are your hands at right now, Holly? What are you doing to yourself little girl?”

“Fuck, D-damn Rafa....”

You almost called him Daddy. Shit, would that would be hot.

Rafa stroked his hand up and down his dick, swiping his thumb over the head and collecting the precum that was dribbling out. It kept coming as he listened to your moans and huffs.

“Shit Holly, you gotta know what you’re dong to me. You touching yourself, rubbing your clit?”

You moaned, “Yes,” because as he kept talking, you got closer.

“I wish I was there to do it for you. I’d kiss it, and rub it, and love it, and suck it and bite it.”

“Gotdamn…”

You were outright panting now, the visuals that Rafa’s rhythmic speech was giving was getting you off. Then he groaned.

“Twist those beautiful, delicious nipples for me. I just want the chance to suck them again….”

Your hand moved to obey. You moaned again.

“After I eat you thoroughly the fuck out,” You moaned as Rafa paused for effect. Ever the showman. “And you cum at least once, I will give you this dick.”

“Oh shit.. Rafaaaa!”

“I’m gonna slide it in reallllll slow. I hope you’ll let me give it to you again raw.” You whimpered at the memory. “That was soooo dopeee.”

Rafa’s croon in your ear started the avalanche.

“When I get all up in them guts, I’m gonna bend you in half, like a pretzel, and fuck the shit outta you.”

“Oooooohhhhh!”

Your hand was moving furiously now.

“I like that ushy gushy shit, girl. I’m gonna dig you out so good. You circling that clit fast now? Not as fast and as hard as I’m gonna fuck you next time you let me.”

You were whimpering and moaning and Rafa knew you were close.

“You better not cum until I tell you.”

“Rafa!”

You were on the edge of a great precipice. This man was doing it for you.

“You better…. FUCKING… not!”

Rafa’s tone changed to pure dom and you couldn’t hold it, you made a mess in your childhood bed as your back bowed and your vision went red and your hearing roared.

You moaned like a freight train and tried to keep quiet by dropping your phone and clapping your hand over your mouth.

It took you a few minutes to catch your breath, but you did an grabbed the phone again.

“What happened Holly? Cat get your tongue?”

Rafa sounded different now, more relaxed but awake and veerrrrry congenial.

“You made me drop my phone. Fucker.”

You laughed, still trying to breathe.

Rafa was glad that you probably didn’t hear him moaning like a little bitch. This friends with benefits situation had him sprung. And he didn’t want to lose you because of feelings. He felt euphoric, but fucked.

“Oh, you mean when you came. After I told you not to. Cool. Well, don’t worry about it Holly, it’s Christmas.”

You smiled, relieved. “Yes. And on Christmas you get to cum.”

Rafa laughed. “And on Christmas you get to cum.”

Suddenly, he stopped laughing.

“But just wait until I get your ass alone.” Dom Rafa was back.

Your eyes widened as you considered the possibilities.

“Merry Christmas, Rafa.”

“And a Very Merry Christmas to you, Holly!”

Yoooo! I love me some Holly and Rafa. It was so much fun writing them again! Let me know if you liked it as much as I did.

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Three-Point Perspective (Part 2)

Rafael Casal x Reader x Daveed Diggs

Note: Guys! When I wrote Three-Point Perspective, I wasn’t planning on adding a second part to it but the amount of support was so overwhelming that I just had to do a sequel ...And let me tell you; I am so glad you guys wanted it because this was so much fun! I have never been more challenged with a story-line, portraying emotions, changing perspectives, and just the plot in general. I have never never never changed a story-line as much as I did for this one, haha! Crazy amounts of shout-outs and thanks to my amazing mate @einfachniemand​ for listening to countless of ideas, for feedback on several snippets, for being supportive af, and for telling me “yeah, no, that doesn’t work. Back to the drawing board.” Thank you boo! You are amazing! A huge thanks to @theatrenerd86​ for starting off this sequel by providing the settings - and for just being the most supportive human being ever! Mwah! Also a huge thanks to the rest of you for your endless support! I love this community! (Oh, and anon; thanks for the (quite old, sorry) prompt but I didn’t do it for Rafa (sorry once again)). Let me know what you guys think!

Words: 13.8K

Warnings: Oh my goodness, I don’t even wanna get started... Blood, heartbreak, angst (my three tropes)

Rafael

Rafa almost tripped over his own two feet as he stumbled over to the bar and desperately ordered a large whiskey shooter. He was having a hard time keeping calm; his heart was beating fast in his chest, his throat closing in on itself, his hairline soaked in panic-sweat. He needed to put what had just happened in the very seat he was standing in front of at a distance. His hands were still itching to punch something! He needed the fucking drink!

The bartender had barely stopped pouring Maker's Mark into a small glass before Rafa quickly grabbed it and chugged its contents down his throat, desperately trying to block out what he had just witnessed.

Your tongue in his best friend's ear.

Diggs' hand sliding up your thigh.

The sensual smile you'd worn as Diggs had whispered promising words in your ear.

"Oh god," Rafa groaned as he recalled your excited smile as his best friend had escorted you out of the bar, his hand dipping uncomfortably low on your hips.

Desperately clutching the now empty whiskey glass, Rafa tried relentlessly to push away the image of what you and Diggs probably were in the midst of doing right now. Oh shit, oh no... His chest was stinging, his stomach aching horribly at the thought of you and Diggs fucking. Oh god. He tried to shift his focus to the burning sensation down his esophagus instead and quickly ordered another shooter.

It didn't take long before the bartender had placed another glass of golden-brown liquid in front of him that he quickly downed in one go, thinking about how stupid he was for not having acted on his feelings for you earlier. He had had eight fucking years to do so after all?! Why the fuck hadn't he just pulled himself together and called you up?! He wanted to punch something! He wanted to get fucked up! He wanted to call someone and get them to deliver a big fucking bag of blow - but he settled on a third shooter.

He gulped down the whiskey as the aggression subsided and was replaced by the same type of jealousy-induced heartburn that he had felt earlier that night. Fucking Daveed Diggs and the way he always seemed to be able to wrap women around his little finger! In eight minutes, he had managed to do to you what Rafa hadn't managed to do for eight years. Fuck him!

A fourth whiskey went down Rafa's throat as the jealousy was replaced by hurtful pangs in his chest; shit it hurt to think about you and Diggs together. Rafa knew that you had had a few men in your life since the summer in the taco truck, and even though it had stung to see pictures of your romances on Instagram, it didn't hurt half as much as seeing his best friend escort you out of the bar.

He ordered another whiskey. And another one after that. And then an entire bottle of Jameson just to recall the taste of your lips that night on top of the skate ramps all those years ago. Quickly, Rafa gulped down most of the bottle, his eyes watering from the sharp taste of alcohol on his tongue, but no matter how much he drank, he still wasn't able to get image of you and Diggs out of his head. It had etched itself on the back of his eyelids, somehow becoming clearer and clearer with every gulp of fiery liquid.

It didn't take long before he had reached the half-way mark on the bottle of Jameson, completely lost in constantly checking his phone to see if you had tried to contact him to tell him that Diggs by some miracle had blown his shot. You hadn't. And even though Rafa doubted that you would, he still couldn't put the phone away.

He was fumbling about on the screen as he accidentally found Diggs' name on the list of contacts. Completely lost in contemplating whether or not he should call him up and tell him to stay the fuck away from you, he jumped a little when he suddenly felt a soft hand on his shoulder. For about a mili-second, Rafa believed that the soft touch belonged to you, but as soon as he had whipped around in his seat, he felt the disappointment cloud his mind as he was met by his make-up artist Janelle instead. "Oh, hey," he spoke in an uninterested tone of voice, his words a little slurred from the amount of whiskey he'd been drinking.

"Rafa, honey, are you okay?" She looked at him with kind eyes, "you seem a little out of it."

"I'm great," he slurred into his whiskey glass before emptying it for what felt like the 100th time that night, "I'm fucking perfect! This night's just absolutely fucking perfect."

Janelle furrowed her brows and pushed the bottle of Jameson out of Rafa's reach, "is it because of Daveed and -"

"- DON'T say her name," Rafa warned, his voice turning to a low drunk growl afterwards, "I don't want to think about it."

Janelle sat down on the empty barstool next to him and sent him a slow nod, "yeah, I was afraid this might happen..." she sighed and sent him a pitiful look.

"That what might happen?" Rafa drunkenly mumbled, trying to avoid her gaze.

"Honey... I've seen the way you look at her," Janelle whispered and reassuringly put her hand on Rafa's arm as she searched his face for any kind of affirmation. Rafa groaned and met her eyes shortly before she softly added, "- and I've seen the way Daveed looks at her too."

Rafa gulped to keep the slowly forming lump in this throat at bay, "...so you don't think it's just a one-night thing?" He croaked in a small whisper, the pain in his chest suddenly twice as hurtful as before.

Janelle shook her head slowly, shooting Rafa a careful look.

"And - uhm," Rafa cleared his throat "- do you think that - uh - she's into him as well?" He added in a whisper, his face involuntarily screwed up as he was afraid to hear the answer.

"I don't know, honey," Janelle said diplomatically and pulled him in for a tight hug, inaudibly giving away that she definitely thought so. Rafa appreciated Janelle's attempt to salvage the situation and let her comfort him for a couple of seconds before she slowly let go of him again, sending him a heartfelt look in the process. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asked.

"No..." Rafa mumbled and reached for the bottle that Janelle had pushed away moments before.

She grabbed his arm and forced it down in his lap instead, "why don't you leave the bottle and instead call it a night, boo? You've been drinking quite a lot already."

Rafa gulped a little and realised that she was right. Nothing good would come from sitting at the bar, drowning his sorrows in cheap whiskey. "Yeah," he groaned as he ran a hand through his damp hair, "yeah... You're right. Might be a good idea..."

"Go grab your jacket. I'll call you a cab, okay?"

"Thanks," Rafa mumbled before scrambling to his feet, swaying a little from side to side. He managed to balance himself and stagger over to the coat check where he retrieved his leather jacket and slowly pulled it on with great difficulty.

"I got you," Janelle was suddenly behind him, helping him pull the jacket up his arms.

"Thanks," Rafa mumbled as he pulled on the collar to rearrange the leather over his shoulders.

"You wanna say bye to the rest of the crew?" Janelle piped from behind him.

He shot a quick glance across the room and towards the table that his friends were occupying. "I better set an example," he mumbled even though he'd rather be sitting in a cab on his way home right now.

With his arm around Janelle, and her hand on his chest to steady him, Rafa walked over to his co-stars, putting up his best attempt at a cheerful smile, "I'm off guys. Have a lovely evening," he slurred drunkenly.

He thought to himself that he was doing a tremendous job of hiding away his hurt feelings until he noticed their stiff smiles. Suddenly, he realised by the sympathetic looks they were all shooting him from their seats, that they were well-aware of what was going on. Rafa quickly scanned their silent, pained faces one by one until Alessandro - one of the leads - finally spoke up, "see you Monday boss!"

Annoyed with their pitiful eyes, Rafa mumbled a, "see you Monday, bruh," and turned around, facing Janelle again as the others awkwardly looked away. It made him feel stupid.

"Cab's outside," Janelle tried to smile and pulled him in for a hug, "are you going to be okay, boo?"

"I don't know," Rafa croaked truthfully against her neck and let her pull him just a little closer.

"Call me tomorrow, okay?" She let go of him, "We'll do something fun."

"Okay," Rafa slurred, his eyes stinging as he turned away from her and towards the exit.

Slowly, he stumbled out of the bar and hopped into the yellow cab outside, closing his eyes desperately in the backseat, trying to block out any thought of you and Diggs but failing horribly. The ride home was the longest drive of Rafa's life, his thoughts sporadic and unorganised but all centred around the same thing: what would he come home to? Had you and Diggs gone to your place? Or to Diggs' place that he just happened to share with Rafa? Fuck, he almost couldn't bear the thought of coming home to meet Diggs balls deep in you on the couch. Rafa would never purposely punch Diggs, but if he came home to face that, he wasn't sure he'd be able to hold back his itching fist.

"He's your best friend," Rafa mumbled to himself as a reminder, hoping to calm himself down, "he's your best friend. He didn't know. He's innocent... - well apart from fucking your girl..."

Everything inside him was on fire.

"You alright back there, mate?" The cab driver shot Rafa a look in the rear-view mirror, apparently concerned about the whispered words, he'd heard coming from the backseat.

"Yeah," Rafa replied unenthusiastically, a little annoyed that everybody seemed to be so concerned with him - but he eventually stopped thinking out loud.

For the remainder of the trip, the driver kept his mouth shut too but annoyingly enough constantly checked in on Rafa in the rear-view mirror.

Rafa was relieved when the driver finally pulled over outside his home and paid him quickly, slamming the car door shut with much force, hoping to alleviate some of the all-consuming itch that he felt deep in his bones. Little did it help. He still wanted to punch something.

Rafa turned his attention towards the house and gave out a short sigh before he started swaying up the paved pathway in the small yard, briefly stopping before he reached the front door. He prayed that you had taken Diggs to your place and not the other way around. He couldn't handle being faced with his worst nightmare - and especially not after having had so much to drink. Right now, he couldn't account for how he'd react.

He stood with his key in hand for a while, scared of what might come, but eventually realised that he would have to go inside at some point. With a deep sigh, he slowly slid his key in the lock and turned it around, his palms sweating terribly. He felt his heart sinking down to the bottom of his stomach when the key didn't meet any kind of resistance, and he realised that the door was already unlocked.

Fuck... Diggs had taken you here.

With a burning sensation in his chest, Rafa quietly pushed open the front door and stepped inside the small hallway, closing the door behind him with a small thump. He closed his eyes and threw his head up against the wooden door, forcing himself to relax by taking three deep breaths - a technique he had learned from his mother when he had been nervous about doing spoken words for the first time at fifteen.

He focused on his breathing for a few seconds and after having exhaled a third time - already more relaxed than before - he opened his eyes and took in the room. He immediately saw that the floor of the narrow hallway was decorated with several pieces of discarded garments strewn randomly about on the stone floor.

Diggs' pants. Your dress. Your bra.

"No..." Rafa groaned quietly as he took in the pieces of clothes with a hard gulp, the tears stinging in his eyes when he realised what he was being confronted with. "No, no, no!" he buried his face in his hands and took a deep breath to get himself under control again. His entire chest was on fire, the taste of stomach acid thick on his tongue. Everything around him went quiet as he heaved in a big gulp of air, wishing that he had stayed sober tonight. This was all getting too much; he couldn't control it. He was too drunk.

He took another big gulp of air, and was just about to slowly exhale when a soft sound hit his ear canal... It was coming from the other room.

A moan.

A sweet, heartfelt, sensual moan.

From a woman - from you...

It was the result of a sincere reaction to something that had brought you immense pleasure. A moan that someone else had brought to your lips. A moan that Rafa's best friend had brought to your lips.

Fuck! The itch in his hands that he had felt for quite some time now suddenly became too much and he punched the wall hard, causing an old, framed picture of him and Diggs to fall down, the frame shattering in several pieces on the cold stone floor. He stared at the broken shards of glass for a few seconds, torturing himself by carefully listening for more of your sweet moans echoing throughout the house.

They didn't come, however. The entire house was suddenly completely silent. Thank god.

Slowly, Rafa squatted down to brush the glass-dust off your dress, the silky fabric soft between his fingertips as he pulled the dress to his chest, thinking about what it would feel like to be the one to pull it off you.

Without warning, however, the silence in the hallway was broken by another loud moan coming from Diggs' personal space and Rafa was quickly brought out of his trance. He had to get out of there! He would go to a hotel or something! Anything to get away from the sounds you were making for another man!

Slightly panicked, Rafa shuffled to get to his feet, but overbalanced and fell forwards, his left hand immediately softening the blow as a reflex. From the moment his palm hit the floor, Rafa felt a sharp pain in his hand, but didn't realise that he had cut himself before he rotated his elbow and saw the huge piece of broken glass that was prodding out of his palm. "You're kidding me," he groaned as he tried to focus on the glass shard before he grabbed it tightly and forcefully pulled it out of his skin, the warm blood immediately running down his hand as a terribly sharp pain started pulling at his fingers. "OH FUCK!" he exclaimed a little louder than he had intended to, unable to hold back in his inebriated state.

Pressing in on the wound to try and get it to stop bleeding, he hurried to the bathroom and quickly located an old towel that he wrapped tightly around his bloody hand. "Shit! Oh fuck that hurts!" He groaned loudly and slid down the wall, his ass hitting the cold floor with a small thump. He could hear hushed voices coming from Diggs' personal space next door, and he realised that he had no idea what hurt the most; the thought of you lying in there wearing nothing but your panties, or his throbbing hand that had already bled through the old towel.

"Shit," he mumbled to himself as he replaced the old piece of cloth with a clean one, "ah fuck it hurts!" He hissed and tried to push the wound shut to get it to stop bleeding. It helped for a few seconds before the gash opened back up, fresh blood spilling out again. Just looking at it made him dizzy, and he realised that he couldn't handle this on his own. He was too drunk. He needed help. Embarrassed by himself and the situation he had put himself in, he took a deep breath before calling out the name of the last person on earth he wanted to see right now, "DIGGS!"

The hushed voices from the other side of the wall died down completely. They'd heard him. Still, there was no response to his cry for help. Meanwhile, the second towel around his hand was soaked through as well. What if he was about to bleed out? What if he was spending his last moments, pathetically heartbroken on his own bathroom floor?

"DIGGS!" he tried again, this time a little more panic to his voice.

The entire house was quiet still, and Rafa listened intently for few seconds before he finally heard an angry voice calling from the other side of the wall. "WHAT?"

"Diggs, I need your help!" Rafa called back, embarrassment flooding his voice.

"I'm kind of busy in here, Rafa!" Diggs bellowed back. Rafa had never heard him sound so annoyed before.

"Come on, man... I'm serious," Rafa let out a loud groan as he took in the bloody rag that was wrapped around his hand.

He heard cursing and shuffling on the other side of the wall and a few seconds later, the door to the bathroom finally swung open, revealing a very annoyed Daveed Diggs who was trying to hide away his boxer-clad erection with the palm of his hand.

Upon seeing how Diggs was already hard and ready to fuck Rafa's girl, there was no doubt: The pain in Rafa's chest definitely exceeded the pain in his hand.

Daveed

Daveed could not believe how lucky he was! He had barely closed the front door behind him before you had pulled him in for a string of sensual kisses in the dark. His lips were moving fiercely against your warm skin, your head lolling backwards as you panted and let him press you up against the wall in the hallway. He loved the sensation of your fingers tangled in his long hair as he attacked your neck and jawline with rough, affectionate kisses. You let out a small impatient pant as he untied the bow at the side of your dress, giving himself easier access to your beautiful build underneath as the dress opened up completely.

"Fuck, you look absolutely amazing," he cupped your ass and pressed his pelvis closer to you with a groan.

Your small fingers desperately undid the buttons of his shirt and Daveed quickly shrugged it off, finally standing in front of you in nothing but his dark blue slacks. His lips quickly resumed their positions on your neck where he immediately started sucking and nibbling at the sensitive skin while running his hands all over your torso.

Your fingers desperately found the button of his slacks and Daveed felt the tight sensation of his pants against his crotch disappearing slightly as you brought down the zipper and slid the slacks over his hips. Your small hand was palming him through the cotton of his boxers, and he couldn't stop the groan that fought its way all the way from his stomach and up his throat. He heard you chuckling incredulously above him as you let your dress fall to the ground before you dropped down to your knees in front of him, determinedly pulling his boxers down over his thighs.

Daveed's mind went completely blank when he felt your hand cup his balls while your wet mouth found the tip of his straining erection. Your warm breath against him had him let out an involuntary groan, and when your plump lips kissed his engorged head, the sensation sent a shiver all the way up his spine. He pulled your hair away from your face and held it in a loose ponytail on the back of your head, your eyes interlocking with his in the process. Even though you had him between your teeth, the submissive look you sent him had him feeling incredibly in control! Without giving up eye contact, you kissed his head twice before placing a long, wet lick at the tip of his erection, immediately sending hard vibrations throughout his entire body. "Fuck," he groaned and caressed the side of your face when you wrapped your lips tightly around his head, sucking a bit at the tip.

"Mmmh, pull my hair!" you panted around him and he immediately tugged on the ponytail, buckling his hips closer to your face, desperate to feel the ecstasy of warm, wet, tightness around him again. To Daveed's relief you immediately obliged and slid your lips almost all the way down to his base and back up again, releasing him with a small pop.

"Oh fuck!" He let out a groan as he looked down into your huge, submissive eyes, slowly stroking your cheek. You repeated your motions, your tongue wet and soft against him as you bopped your mouth along his length, his hips meeting you half-way, "yeah, that's it, baby, just like that," he panted softly as you kept gazing up at him, upping the tempo and bringing him all the way down your throat with a slight gag, reminding him of how big he was.

Daveed had received many blowjobs over the years but never in his life had he felt more worshipped and desired! You were massaging his balls lovingly as you brought his length down your throat, hollowing your cheeks and making him feel completely taken care of as you focused solely on his pleasure and enjoyment.

He was just about to let go and cum down your tight throat before he reminded himself that he'd have to take it easy if he wanted to last long enough to fuck you. And holy shit, how he wanted to fuck you! He knew he was very good with his hips and hands and he wanted to bring you pleasures that you'd never even dared dreaming of before.

It was hard to do, but eventually he managed to pull himself out of your wet mouth and you to your feet with a gruff, "come here!". He unclasped your bra and tossed it aside before he pushed you up against the wall, took your nipple in his mouth, and ran his fingers along your lace-covered folds. You let out a soft gasp and he repeated the motions of his fingers while attacking your neck and throat with toothy kisses. You were panting and moaning underneath him, your hand still stroking his erection lovingly.

"Okay, okay, okay, you gotta stop," he licked the shell of your ear with a low chuckle, "I still have so many things I want to do to you," he smacked your ass and you let out a small whimper when his palm came in to contact with your skin.

Slowly, you let go of him and carefully caressed his abs instead as he re-claimed your lips. The kiss was deep and soft, and it made the straining sensation in Daveed's erection even more unbearable, but he was patient enough to not touch himself.

After a few minutes of intense, passionate kissing, you pulled your face away from his and looked up at him with a dark look in your eyes, "well, are you going to do something about it? Or are you going to just leave it at talking?" You chuckled against his skin.

"Don't get cocky with me," Daveed smiled and hoisted you up in his arms. You let out a small yelp, but still threw your legs around his waist and let him carry you to his bedroom while licking his ear. He carefully positioned you with your back against the mattress of his bed and hovered above you as he put his lips to your collarbone, slowly kissing his way down between your breasts, over your stomach, and stopping when he reached the top of your panties. He sat himself down on his knees in front of you, sending you a hungry look as he ran his fingers over your body. You looked him square in the eye and raked a hand through his curls, pulling his head back slightly. The anticipating look you were sending him made his erection twitch between his legs, but he still didn't touch it. Instead, he licked his lips and kissed the laces between your legs. "I love this colour on you," he growled against the thin fabric. He could feel you shiver underneath him as he pulled the red laces down your well-shaped legs, caressing your inner thighs lovingly. "Mmh," he hummed as you spread your legs for him, your fingers still tangled in his hair. Your chest was heaving up and down in a slow, steady rhythm as he placed small kisses on your skin, his tongue just barely grazing you. He enjoyed the way you closed your eyes and dipped your head low as he repeated this motion a few times.

Slowly, he slipped his tongue inside your folds, your lips gently spreading for him as he tasted you. You gasped slightly when he reached your clit and gave it a small flick before he slowly ran his tongue over you again. You were panting above him, your fingers caressing his scalp as your face was screwed up in pleasure. Daveed couldn't look away even if he wanted to!

He caressed the back of your legs with his hands before he had his fingers join his tongue at your core. Slowly, he inserted a finger into your wet heat and was rewarded with a deep moan escaping your lips. Desperate to hear you again, he inserted yet another finger, letting his digits and tongue work in unison until you finally let out another deep moan.

He could tell you were close to letting go completely, and it was all working out so nicely, your chest heaving up and down faster and faster as you moaned loudly for him, your nails finding their way to his scalp, pulling his face closer to you - when clash!

Out of nowhere, a loud shatter was heard from somewhere in the house. It sounded like glass breaking, but Daveed was used to Rafa's clumsy ass, so he ignored what he assumed was his best friend returning home after his night out.

Daveed did, however, feel you freeze slightly underneath him, and you pulled back the moan that had been just about to escape your lips and replaced it with a, "what was that?!" a slight panic to your voice.

"Relax, it's probably just Rafa," Daveed whispered and resumed his movements.

"What's he doing here?" You panted slightly but not as sensually as before.

"He lives here," Daveed growled against your skin, annoyed by the fact that your attention was suddenly directed at his best friend instead of the very pleasurable things he knew he was doing. To make sure that you forgot about Rafa, Daveed brought out the big guns and put his lips around your clit, vibrating them while his fingers worked their way in and out of you. It worked expertly, and it didn't take him long before he'd earned himself another loud moan coming from you. You looked as if you were completely lost in the sensations, he was causing you - but not for long, because suddenly a loud "OH FUCK!" from Rafa rang throughout the house. It was followed by hurried footsteps as Rafa ran to the bathroom that was located next to Daveed's personal space.

Daveed felt you shuffle underneath him as you put your weight on your elbows and closed your legs slightly, craning your neck as you looked towards the wall that Daveed's personal space shared with the bathroom. You had a concerned look in your eyes that Daveed chose to ignore. Instead, he kept going with his fingers and tongue, but you weren't moaning anymore.

"Shit! Oh fuck that hurts!" Rafa exclaimed loudly from the other side of the wall.

"Don't you think you should go check on him?" You asked quietly, your eyes still glued to the wall.

"No," Daveed said curtly, and tried to get you to lie back down again so he could continue. You didn't budge, however. You were more interested in the loud groan that was escaping Rafa. You let out a nervous laugh as you once again heard him cuss and groan from the next room.

"Ignore him," Daveed panted as he spread your legs apart again, his tongue immediately finding your core, and he was rewarded with a gasp from you. He had just started moving his fingers inside you again when he heard Rafa call his name loudly from the other side of the wall.

"DIGGS!"

Daveed froze for about a mili-second before deciding to ignore Rafa and continue moving his fingers inside you instead.

"Go talk to him," you chuckled and raked a hand through his hair, suddenly totally unaffected by his movements,

"He can wait. I'm far too busy," Daveed let his tongue run over you again, once more losing himself in your wonderful wetness.

Rafa however, pulled him back to reality by yelling out his name a second time, "DIGGS!!" causing you to slightly close your legs one more time.

"You're kidding me..." Daveed muttered under his breath as his face was forced away from your wet centre. "WHAT?" he ended up bellowing back to his best friend on the other side of the wall.

"Diggs, I need your help!" Rafa kept calling.

"I'm kind of busy in here, Rafa!" Daveed bellowed while looking into your amused eyes.

You were chuckling slightly, "he needs you. Don't you think you better...?" You sent Daveed a charming grin while nodding towards the door, "he sounds quite drunk..."

Daveed shot you a pained look.

"Go," you chuckled, "I'll still be ready for you in here when you come back. Don't worry."

"Come on man... I'm serious," Rafa bellowed through the wall.

"I'm going to murder him for this!" Daveed groaned in an annoyed tone of voice and got up on his feet with a loud groan. He quickly located a pair of boxers and packed away his erection before storming out of the room, closing the door to his personal space shut behind him.

He found Rafa sitting up against the wall in the bathroom, his eyes swimming with alcohol. "What, bruh?!" Daveed demanded as he locked eyes with him, "what's so important that it couldn't wait until morning?"

"...Were you sleeping?" Rafa slurred while looking like a total fucking idiot as his drunk eyes scanned Daveed from head to toe.

"Of course I wasn't sleeping! I was in the middle of eating pussy when you ruined it!"

Rafa looked as if he was about to throw up, "...you're about to fuck her?" He slurred.

"Yes?! So make whatever you want to say quick, 'cause I got a soaking wet woman waiting for me on my bed!"

Rafa looked up at Daveed with a pained expression but kept his silence.

"I swear to god, if you don't speak up now and tell me what the hell made you call me out here, I'll kick your ass!"

Rafa sighed heavily, looking as if he was about to tell Daveed someone else's secret but eventually croaked, "I hurt myself," while holding up his left hand that was wrapped sloppily in a blood-soaked towel.

First then, did Daveed notice that there were several splodges of blood on the bathroom floor. It made him drop the attitude slightly, "Jesus fuck Rafa, what the hell did you do?" He groaned and crouched down next to him on the floor.

"I knocked down the frame in the hallway," Rafa slurred and let Daveed examine the deep cut in the palm of his hand, "cut myself on the glass."

"You did a thorough job," Daveed mumbled with a sigh as he lifted the towel to check out the gash that was still bleeding heavily, "come here, run some water on it. I'll find some bandages." Daveed turned on the faucet and helped Rafa find his balance as he quickly pulled him to his feet. He could tell that Rafa was struggling to stand still as he swayed back and forth while leaning in over the sink, playing a bit with the jet of water. Daveed sent him an annoyed glance; he did not have time for this! "How much did you have to drink after I left?" he asked, the irritation practically oozing out of him as he looked for the first-aid kit in one of the cabinets.

"I dunno," Rafa mumbled sleepily as he watched the water clean the blood away from his hand, "a lot?"

"Yeah, so I'd guessed," Daveed mumbled to himself as he located the first aid kit and quickly pulled out a couple of rolls of gauze. "Come over here," he urged Rafa to sit down on the edge of the tub next to him.

Rafa gave out a small grunt and turned off the water, before turning towards Daveed with lazy movements. Daveed had to bite his tongue to avoid telling Rafa to hurry the fuck up!

Rafa's ass had barely touched the white ceramic of the tub's edge before he lost his balance and vigorously swayed back and forth a few times, finally catching himself by throwing his hand up against the sink, leaving bloody handprints all over the bathroom in the process.

"Jesus Christ, Rafa!" Daveed groaned, he did not want to deal with Rafa's drunk ass right now, "look, I'll help you with your hand but I'm not cleaning up out here!" He said harshly.

"Then don't!" Rafa muttered as he slowly slid down to the floor with a loud groan, sending Daveed and irritated look in the process.

"Come on; give me your hand," Daveed demanded, determined to be done as fast as possible so he could get back to you.

Rafa held out his arm and Daveed rotated it to look for more injuries and noticed that Rafa had bruised his knuckles quite badly too, "...have you been in a fight?" He furrowed his brows.

"Just fix my hand, okay?!" Rafa shot Daveed an annoyed look, "Make it stop bleeding!" He slurred and gestured to the blood that was already dripping from his fingertips again.

Daveed gave out an irritated grunt as he started wrapping Rafa's bloody hand in gauze, "sit still!!"

"Oh fuck," Rafa groaned as Daveed slowly draped the gauze over the sensitive wound, "fuck it hurts."

"Quit your whining!"

There was a knock on the bathroom door and Daveed slowly looked up from Rafa's bloody hand and towards the door instead. You were poking in your head, looking curiously at what the two men were doing, your hair a big mess. "Is everything alright in here?" You asked carefully as you stepped inside, tugging on the oversized shirt you'd put on to cover up your naked body.

"Rafa cut himself - and apparently he's too drunk to handle it alone," Daveed rolled his eyes so Rafa couldn't see. He registered your amused smile just before he turned back to the hand in his lap, immediately noticing the small change in Rafa's flexibility as opposed to before you had stepped in. His fingers had somehow gone weirdly stiff, and by further inspection, Daveed realised that Rafa's entire body was suddenly tense, the muscles in his jaw continuously flexing and relaxing, flexing and relaxing. Still, Rafa didn't bat an eyelid, he didn't even emit a single sound. He was just silently staring at you, his eyes going up and down your front, his breathing hard and heavy. Daveed shot him a weird look out the corner of his eye. What the fuck was going on with him? He had definitely had too much to drink...

"'s that my shirt?" Rafa slurred to you as he took in your attire.

Daveed briefly looked up at you and realised that the oversized t-shirt you were wearing were indeed Rafa's favourite Raiders shirt that Daveed had borrowed the other day. Rafa had a weird look on his face, and it looked as if he was about the say something crude to you, so to diffuse the situation, Daveed spoke: "let it go, bruh," he said in an uninterested tone of voice before he quietly turned back to wrapping the bleeding hand. Why the fuck would Rafa care if you were wearing his t-shirt or not?? He didn't mind Daveed wearing it.

"Oh..." he heard you say softly from the doorframe, "Raiders... I'm sorry. I didn't realise."

"Yeah, no. Don't be," Rafa said softly and Daveed was just about to give his best friend a mental pad on the back for having enough sense to bring his attitude around so quickly, but then he added an "- it looks good on you!" in a flirty voice that vexed Daveed so much that he felt a slow anger bubble in his chest. He let go of the bleeding hand and straightened his back as he looked over at Rafa with a hard look. He could not believe that Rafa had the nerve - the audacity! - to act so disrespectfully! What the fuck had gotten into him?! He had been a huge cock-block to you and Daveed and now he found it suitable to be flirting with you???

Daveed had to take a deep breath to calm himself down, in the meantime reminding himself that Rafa was drunk as fuck and probably not even aware that his words could be misinterpreted as more than just friendly... Therefore, he purposely ignored his best friend's impudent behaviour and instead made sure to keep his eyes down low so he could concentrate fully on wrapping up the bleeding hand, determined get the fuck out of there as fast as possible so he could get back to slipping you his famous techniques.

The wound in the palm of Rafa's hand was still bleeding quite heavily, and it didn't take Daveed long to realise that he needed more gauze to make the blood stop dripping onto the floor. "Shit," he muttered under his breath and looked over at you, "baby, can you get me more gauze out of the cabinet?"

You whipped your gaze away from Rafa's face, your eyes immediately finding Daveed's. The look in your eyes instantly shifted from something that Daveed couldn't quite place to soft and cute, a small goofy smile slowly erupting on your lips as you scanned his face. You didn't say anything, just sent him a curt nod before you quietly turned to the cabinet, looking for the first-aid kit on the bottom shelf. As you bent over in front of him, your t-shirt rode up high and Daveed got a beautiful glimpse of the red laces under the hem of the t-shirt you were wearing. Your panties were hugging your ass nicely, and for a moment, he forgot about the bleeding limb in his hand - all he could think about was touching you again! He wanted to snap the useless piece of fabric between your legs in two and delve his tongue into your wet heat, bringing you untold pleasu- ...he suddenly felt Rafa's fingers do a small involuntary twitch in his lap and he realised that his best friend was checking you out too, his mouth hanging slightly open, his eyes glued to your ass.

What the fuck was the matter with him? Had the roles been reversed, Daveed would never have checked out Rafa's girl!

Angry with his best friend, Daveed gave Rafa's arm a small smack while sending him a threatening look, daring him to keep staring at your ass. When his and Rafa's eyes interlocked, Rafa's face curled up in a sour expression but he quickly fixated his gaze on the floor in front of him instead, probably realising that Daveed could knock him out easily.

Meanwhile, completely innocent and oblivious to what had just happened behind your back, you stood up straight and handed Daveed two extra rolls of gauze before resuming your position in the doorway.

Apparently, Rafa had learnt absolutely nothing from Daveed's silent threats and immediately went back to staring at you again. Daveed contemplated shooting Rafa a verbal threat as well but decided against it when he realised how absolutely pathetic his best friend looked. He was drunk as fuck, his eyes all foggy and glossy. Daveed would confront him about his disrespectful behaviour tomorrow.

Still, the fact that Rafa was staring intensely at you while you were only wearing the slightly oversized t-shirt and your beautiful, beautiful panties underneath, made Daveed uncomfortable as fuck, so he worked double speed on Rafa's hand to get you away from the bathroom faster.  Luckily, with the fresh supply of gauze from you, it only took him a few more minutes before he was done with the wrapping, a sigh of relief travelling through his body as he finally let go of Rafa's injured hand.

The tension in the bathroom could be cut with a knife and Daveed took a deep breath to calm himself down before breaking the silence by saying, "Look, I can bandage this to keep it from bleeding all over, but you need to go to the hospital for stitches or something."

"Mmh," Rafa grunted beside him, clearly not pleased with the situation. His eyes were glued to you, and he was wearing a certain hungry look on his face as he drank you in - and Daveed realised that Rafa definitely was aware of what signals he was sending.

What the hell was going on inside his pea-sized, idiot brain? Did he want Daveed to punch him? Daveed was just about to grab him by the collar when he heard you piping from the doorframe, "...I can take you."

...what? Daveed immediately turned his attention to you and saw the soft look you were sending Rafa as you continued, "I can drive. I almost didn't drink tonight."

What?! You liked Rafas stares?!

"You'd - you'd do that?" he heard Rafa whisper from beside him, a soft smile erupting on his best friend's lips.

Daveed didn't like it. He thought to himself that it looked as if the two of you had developed a secret language in the time it had taken him to wrap Rafa's hand. What the hell had he missed out on?

"Of course," you nodded slowly, your eyes still interlocking with Rafa's, "Let me just grab some pants, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," Rafa whispered, a hopeful look on his face, "thanks."

What the fuck was going on between you two?

Daveed watched you send Rafa a small smile, your face flushed. The sexual tension was thick between the two of you, and Daveed felt the jealousy burn in his chest as neither of you were looking away from the other. How the fuck dare Rafa flirt with the girl that he had brought home?! How dare he send you those hungry looks?! It was itching in Daveed's hands to do something about the long, continuous gaze between you and in his frustration, he curled his fingers and accidentally pressed on Rafa's wound, making him hiss in pain as he shot back an angry look. Daveed was far too busy looking over at you, however. You finally had your attention directed at him - and not Rafa - your eyes huge and doe-like, looking as if you'd just woken up from a trance. He shot you a look as if to say 'what the fuck is going on?' and you gulped guiltily.

Suddenly realising that he finally had the full attention of both you and Rafa, Daveed spoke up in a voice that was much more strained than he had intended, "Nope! Not gonna happen! Uh-uh, absolutely no fucking way," he shot his best friend a hard look, "Rafa you can take a cab!" he turned his attention back to you, "Baby go back to bed, I'll be there in a second!"

He noticed your eyes skating between his own face and Rafa's and he sternly let out a "he'll take the cab, okay!" He didn't like the way you were looking at each other, and he still very much intended on fucking you tonight no matter how big of a cock-block Rafa was being!

He was trying to catch your eye, but you had your gaze firmly placed on Rafa again, seemingly unable to look away. Daveed noticed how you let out a small gulp as Rafa shot you a careful nod as if giving you permission to leave.

What the hell was going on????

He also noticed the long glance the two of you shared before you gently closed the door behind you as you exited the bathroom.

What! The! Fuck!

Daveed felt his chest bubbling over. He had never felt this way towards Rafa before, but his best friend had never looked more punchable! Automatically, his fingers once more pressed in hard on Rafa's wound.

"Ah! Dude what the fuck!" Rafa yelped loudly.

"What the fuck was that all about?" Daveed spat, "you're flirting with my girl!"

"She's not your girl just because you brought her home for one night, Diggs!" Rafa hissed angrily through gritted teeth.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Daveed felt as if his eyes were bulging out of his skull, "She's crazy about me! You should've seen the way she was begging for it at the bar!"

"Yeah, I saw everything," Rafa said slowly with anger in his eyes, a low growl to his voice as he drunkenly staggered to his feet, "I saw exactly how you swooped in and thought you could erase eight years of history between me and her!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Daveed hissed before his voice turned to frustrated yelling, "Rafa, you have no history with her!" he too stood up, so they were eye to eye, "you made out with her once eight years ago and now no one else is allowed to touch her?! If you wanted a shot with her, you should have done something ages ago!"

"I did do something ages ago! I kissed her!"

"Yeah! And then you had eight years of nothing! You didn't even talk to her! How the fuck was I supposed to know that you wanted to kiss her again???"

"You could have asked me!" Rafa yelled frustratedly.

"I could have asked you?! Come on, man!! You're thirty-three years old for fucks sake! If you wanted something to happen with her, you should've engaged yourself!"

"I was planning on doing so tonight!" Rafa hissed angrily, "and she would've said yes if it hadn't been for you!"

"No she wouldn't!" Daveed was minutes away from pulling out his own hair. How could Rafa be so thick?! "Don't you think that something would've happened by now if you both wanted it so badly?"

"Did you not see how she was eye-fucking me just now?" Rafa yelled angrily, sending Daveed a hard look.

Daveed let out a low growl, "yeah, meanwhile I was minutes away from actually fucking her! If she really wanted you, don't you think she would've given you more signals than a few pitiful looks because you're drunk and hurt? She doesn't want you, man!!"

"Fuck you!!!" Rafa spat angrily and shoved Daveed in the chest causing him to stagger backwards as he was pushed out of balance.

"What the fuck's the matter with you!" Daveed spat as he took a step closer to Rafa, balling up his fists and sending him a threatening look, "you really want me to beat you up?"

"Do whatever the fuck you want with me as long as you stay away from her!" Rafa yelled and gave Daveed another hard shove in the chest. His eyes were bloodshot and Daveed had never seen him this angry before.

"What the fuck's gone into you?" He yelled louder than before, "she clearly doesn't want you! Why can't you just let her go?!"

"Because I'm in love with her!" Rafa yelled loudly, spit flying everywhere. His eyes were huge and aggressive.

Daveed took a step backwards and stared at his panting best friend as his angry words sank in. Rafa's nostrils were flared, and it looked as if he was about to punch Daveed in the face.

...Rafa was in love with you? Daveed could punch himself! Why hadn't he seen it before? Of course Rafa was in love with you... He took a deep breath to calm himself down before he quietly spoke: "Yes - well I'm crazy about her too..."

Rafa was still panting heavily, his nostrils still flared as he shot Daveed a hard look - but he didn't say anything.

They had feelings for the same girl... Daveed frustratedly pinched the bridge of his nose as the realisation sank in; a girl had come between them. How high school... "Shit," he said quietly, "what do we do now?"

Rafa shot him a dark look and answered immediately: "you back down!" he said harshly but not as aggressively as before.

"I'm not going to back down, Rafa," Daveed answered him quietly. He full-on intended on making you his no matter what Rafa's feelings were.

"I've been in love with her for eight years!" Rafa spat angrily but he had stopped yelling, "You have for eight minutes! Don't you think it's more fair that you let me have a shot?!"

Daveed was getting more and more frustrated by the second but was happy that Rafa had chosen to use those exact words: "Exactly Rafa! You had eight years! You sat on your hands for eight years and you expect her to come running to you now? You expect me to let you have a shot? You've had millions of opportunities to do something!"

Rafa's face was still wild but his tone of voice was quiet and determined: "you saw the look she just sent me!" he said darkly.

Daveed had to give it to him; the way you'd been staring at Rafa had confused him too: "Listen, I don't know what the fuck that was, but if she had any feelings for you at all, why would she go home with me?" He said quietly, "why would she take off her clothes for me and not you?"

Rafa shook his head back and forth as if refusing to believe the argument, "No..." he croaked, "please don't say it like that, man..."

"Bruh..." Daveed sighed, "I'm sorry it is this way, but I don't know what else to tell you." He felt bad for Rafa but he wasn't going to back down. No chance.

"Please don't fuck her," Rafa pleaded quietly. His heart obviously broken.

"You know I'm not going to guarantee you that..."

"Just... Let me talk to her first."

"What do you expect to gain from that?"

"She wants to talk to me too..."

"Maybe - but it won't go your way. She's lying naked in my bed right now! She made her decision, bruh."

Rafa looked pained. He was clutching his chest with his eyes screwed shut, a small tear rolling down his cheek, "fuck!" he quietly worded before he fell to his knees in front of the toilet and threw up.

You

"I'm going to murder him for this!" Daveed pulled himself away from you and on to his feet, desperately looking around the room for something to wear. He finally pulled out a pair of clean boxers from his closet, pulled them on, and hurried out of the bedroom to see what was going on with Rafa. He had sounded very drunk and even though you had been slightly amused by his constant swearing throughout the house, the sound of glass smashing combined with his drunk cries for help, had also left you a bit nervous that something serious might've happened to him. What if he had cut himself badly and Daveed couldn't handle it alone? Rafa was your friend too after all. You had to make sure everything was all right with him.

Quickly, you jumped from Daveed's bed, pulled on your panties, and looked around the room for something to wear that could cover your body as your own dress had been discarded during the make-out session in the hallway. You quickly located a black t-shirt that was casually thrown over a chair in the corner of the room and pulled it over your head, grateful that it covered you all the way down to the top of your thighs. Ready to leave Daveed's bedroom, and with your hand already on the doorknob, you took a brief look at yourself in the mirror to make sure you were decent. You tried padding down your messy sex-hair but the sound of Rafa hissing in pain from the other room had you abandon any thought of trying to fix your looks - Rafa's injuries seemed much more urgent. Forcing your eyes away from your own reflection, you opened the door to the hallway instead and listened for their voices.

"Just fix my hand, okay?! Make it stop bleeding!" you heard Rafa slur from the room next door. He was clearly very drunk.

"Sit still!!" Daveed growled.

It sounded as if they had the situation under control and you were just about to go back to Daveed's bed and wait for him there when you heard Rafa exclaim, "Oh fuck! Fuck it hurts!"

It made you do a U-turn on your heel and you decided to check in on the two men to see if they were in need of any extra help. Softly, you knocked on the door but didn't listen for an answer as you immediately poked in your head and took in the scene in the small bathroom: the two men were sitting next to each other; Daveed on the edge of the bathtub with Rafa's bloody hand in his lap while Rafa was splayed on the floor looking very drunk. Both of them were looking directly up at you with equally soft expressions on their faces. Daveed's eyes were loving as he silently apologised for having to help his best friend clean up. Rafa, on the other hand, was staring up at you with a sorrowful look on his pale face, his eyes huge and red-rimmed, his Adam's apple bouncing up and down in his throat as he gulped hard.

The tension between them was thick, the air cold. Both of them clearly equally annoyed with the other.

"Is everything alright in here?" You asked quietly as you pushed open the door and stepped inside, tugging on your t-shirt to prevent it from riding up.

"Rafa cut himself..." Daveed rolled his eyes so only you could see before he continued, "- and apparently he's too drunk to handle it alone," he shot Rafa an annoyed sideway-glance before he turned his attention to the gauze and Rafa's blood-covered hand in his lap.

You watched Rafa send Daveed an equally irritated glance, looking as if he was biting his tongue to keep himself from retorting something nasty. He had probably already realised that he needed Daveed's help to get the wound to stop bleeding and that he wouldn't get it by being crass. So instead, Rafa silently let Daveed wrap his hand as his eyes slowly found yours, his expression immediately changing from annoyed to soft.

You sent him a small reassuring smile and a goofy expression emerged on his drunk face when he happily reciprocated it. You let out a small laugh at his expression and he blinked a few times, looking as if he was saving the sound on his mental hard drive. His foggy eyes were softly gazing up at you with a soulful look, and he looked drunk but cute as he took you in, a weird undertone in his gaze that you couldn't quite place. It was a look that you recognised from somewhere, but not from him - from someone else. You scanned his face one more time, raking your brain to find out from where you knew the gaze, he was sending you, but it wasn't immediately clear. Suddenly however, you realised that it was the same look that Daveed had sent you several times over the last couple of weeks. It was a look of longing.

Softly, you cocked your head at him, and he sent you a small, sad smile in return, his green eyes kindly taking in your face before they travelled down your body, ultimately landing on your chest. You immediately folded your arms, and he looked back up into your eyes, your eyebrows now arched in an unimpressed manner, silently tell him that he'd been caught staring red-handed. His face screwed up in a painful expression and he paled a bit before he quietly slurred, "'s that my shirt?".

Unaware of what he was talking about, you looked towards the mirror above the sink on the opposite side of the bathroom wall, and when you caught your own reflection, you realised that he hadn't been staring at your chest. He'd been staring at the logo on the t-shirt. The Raiders logo - his football team. You weren't wearing Daveed's shirt. You were wearing Rafa's.

You'd seen him in it multiple times - hell, he'd even worn it the night you'd kissed on top of the skate ramps. You remembered because every so often your mind wandered back to that night. Played it on repeat. Rafa's hand on your thigh as Stevie Nicks' voice rang in the background. Your tongues intertwining. The stubble on his chin soft between your fingertips. The scent of his warm cologne. The thought of your passionate kiss that summer night eight years ago was enough to make a warm feeling appear in your stomach.

Still looking at yourself in the mirror, you let your arms drop to the side and took in your own reflection. The t-shirt was a few sizes too big for you and it covered you like a short dress, just barely reaching below the red panties you were wearing underneath. The Raiders logo took up most of the front of the shirt and the logo curved nicely along your breasts and waistline, making the oversized men's shirt actually look as if it'd been tailored to you. You liked this look. You actually looked good in Rafa's t-shirt.

From far away you heard Daveed's voice, "let it go, bruh," and it pulled you back to reality.

"Oh... Raiders..." you said quietly, unable to pry your eyes away from the way the t-shirt was hugging your curves. No wonder Rafa was staring at you. You had gone home with his roomie, yet you'd put on his shirt - and you even looked good in it. "I'm sorry. I didn't realise," you croaked.

Rafa was looking as if he was thinking about the same thing as you, and for a second you were afraid that he might get angry about the fact that Daveed's flirt was wearing his beloved Raiders t-shirt, but he just softly said, "yeah, no. Don't be. It looks good on you..."

You didn't react to his words but merely stared at yourself in the mirror as the memories of your Tacos Locos summer once more flooded your mind - and you slowly felt a dull ache in your chest when you looked back at Rafa's pained expression and realised that maybe there was a reason for his look of longing, his quiet, pained reaction to seeing you half-naked in his shirt when you'd gone home with his best friend. He probably wasn't as cool with you and Daveed as Daveed had let on. Maybe your suspicion about why Rafa had invited you to join his production was right after all...

Oh no.

The thought of kissing Rafa again had grazed your mind several times in the period of time between his phone call offering you the job, and your first day on set where you'd been introduced to his best friend for the first time. Daveed, however, had immediately pushed every sensual thought of Rafa out of your head and had instead replaced them with unholy thoughts about himself. The sexual attraction that you had felt towards Daveed for the past month was insane and you were definitely crazy about him! ...Still, you wondered if he was the type of man, you'd still fantasise about eight years after having shared a passionate kiss in the dark. The same way you so often had found yourself fantasising about Rafa.

...had you just made a huge mistake?

Rafa's cheeks paled considerably as his gaze constantly shifted between your face and the Raiders logo. He was clearly affected by the fact that you were wearing his shirt and nothing else, and it looked as if he was having a hard time sitting still. The tender yet hurtful look he sent you made you feel horrible about yourself and all the decisions that had led to this exact moment. What if things had been different back in the taco truck eight years ago? What if he had actually taken you home after one of your late nights out? And what if Daveed hadn't been so persistent in hooking up with you over the last couple of weeks? If he hadn't been so smooth and charming, would he still have been able to swoop in right before Rafa? Or would you eventually have gone home with Rafa instead?

Would it feel more right to be sleeping in Rafa's bed tonight?

Oh no...

"Shit!" Daveed's voice brought you back from your panicky train of thought. You looked over at him, his face sweet and innocent as he was helping his best friend recover, and you realised: no, it wouldn't feel more right to be sleeping in Rafa's bed tonight. But it would feel just as right as sleeping in Daveed's.

"Baby, can you get me more gauze out of the cabinet?" he continued.

Baby. It had slipped out of him. He hadn't even realised it... The caring, handsome man in front of you had called you baby and you couldn't help but send him a small smile as it had made you soft. You were baby to him.

Rafa had a reaction to the pet name too: he looked as if he was about to murder Daveed.

Desperately trying to untangle yourself from the situation you had put yourself in, you turned over to the cabinets and pulled out more gauze, promptly handing it over to Daveed before resuming your position in the doorframe.

Immediately, you and Rafa went back to staring at each other again, both unable to look away. The looks he was sending you were deep and longing, his eyes pained as he grew more and more tense with each passing second. He looked as if he wanted to touch you, to kiss you, to hold you tight. Shit.

Your eyes were flickering fast between the two men: both of them sweet and handsome. Both of them crazy about you. You couldn't decide whether or not you had made a mistake by choosing to go home with Daveed tonight.

Daveed broke the tension in the small bathroom when he in an irritated tone of voice said, "Look, I can bandage this to keep it from bleeding all over, but you need to go to the hospital for stitches or something."

Rafa let out a small grunt without looking away from you. It looked as if he wanted to tell you something but was unable to with Daveed being present. It was heart-breaking.

You liked Daveed very much but realised that you had to talk to Rafa as well. You had to hear what he had to say, "...I can take you," you piped up in a voice that was weirdly nervous, "I can drive. I almost didn't drink tonight."

"You'd - you'd do that?" Rafa said in a whisper and sent you a warm look.

"Of course," you nodded slowly, suddenly desperate to talk to him, to hear his thoughts, "Let me just grab some pants, okay?"

"Yeah, okay. Thanks," Rafa said quietly, his pained expression now completely replaced by a hopeful one.

Daveed had definitely noticed that something was going on with you because the annoyance was practically seeping out of him though he was trying his best to keep calm. He did something to Rafa's hand that had Rafa hissing in pain and shooting Daveed an angry look with his lips pressed together in a thin, white line.

Your eyes whipped over to Daveed as well. He was sending you a hurt look that said 'what the fuck are you doing?' and you gulped guiltily. Had he realised that you were unsure about what to do with the two men in front of you?

"Nope!" Daveed said loudly, shaking his head vigorously, "Not gonna happen. Uh-uh, absolutely no fucking way. Rafa you can take a cab!" he shot Rafa a hard look before he turned back to you, his eyes soft, but his voice full of irritation, "Baby, go back to bed, I'll be there in a second!"

There it was again. Baby. You looked into Daveed's soft brown eyes that were looking pleadingly back at you, your knees immediately weak. Slowly, you let your gaze wander a bit to the left and met Rafa's huge green eyes too. They also made you feel incredibly soft.

Daveed noticed your gaze drifting over to Rafa and harshly interjected, "he'll take a cab, okay!"

Rafa sent you a slight nod as if to say that it was alright for you to leave, and that he could handle Daveed and his bleeding hand on his own. Meanwhile Daveed was staring at his best friend with a murderous look in his eyes. You realised that they had to resolve some stuff too, so even though it hurt in your chest, you slowly turned away from the two men, and walked back to Daveed's bedroom. Just before the door to the bathroom closed behind you, you heard the beginning of an argument between the two friends: "Ah! Dude what the fuck!" Rafa yelped loudly.

To which Daveed angrily responded with a "What the fuck was that all about? You're flirting with my girl!" It was more a statement than a question.

You sat awkwardly on Daveed's bed, unsure of what to do now. Daveed had noticed the long looks between you and Rafa. Shit. Even though you hadn't intended it, you had still managed to turn them against each other.

You could hear their angry voices from the other side of the wall, but you didn't want to listen in on their private conversation, so you put your fingers in your ears. Their shouted words were not meant for you. It was a desperate conversation between two best friends, and even though you could've easily followed their screaming match, it didn't seem right to do so. Desperately, you pressed in on your ear canal and started humming softly to tune out most of their angry words. Still, snippets of their loud conversation penetrated your ears.

"Rafa, you have no history with her!" Daveed was yelling before Rafa's voice was heard a few seconds later: "Did you not see how she was eye-fucking me just now?" followed a little while later by a loud "Fuck you!" from Rafa and an angry "you really want me to beat you up?" from Daveed. They kept yelling loudly at each other, but you tried not to decipher their angry words as you found them private. There was a reason why they had sent you out of the bathroom after all.

After a few minutes, their angry yells finally died down completely and were instead replaced by muffled words in normal voices that you couldn't make out even if you tried. You slowly removed your fingers from your ears, instead burying your face in your hands, angry with yourself for having let it come to this.

Their muffled voices could be heard for a few seconds before the sound was disrupted by someone retching.

One of them was throwing up, the other completely silent. You listened intently for a few seconds to see if you could make out who was throwing up, hoping that the other would say some words of comfort, but neither of them spoke, and after about a minute of silence, you heard footsteps approaching the room you were lying in. The doorknob twisted and Daveed entered the room slowly, his eyes full of pain as he took you in. He sat down on the bed next to you, panting hard, obviously very upset about the entire situation. It hurt seeing him like this. And it hurt thinking about Rafa lying alone in the bathroom. You dried an annoying tear away from your cheek and just barely managed to reset your face before Daveed looked up at you with a sad smile. You did your best to look casual as if you hadn't got the faintest idea of what their screaming match had been about. You acted as if wearing Rafa's shirt meant nothing. Seeing his pained expression had done nothing. Hearing him sob in the bathroom made you feel no ways.

"Everything okay?" You asked Daveed carefully.

"Yeah," he grunted.

"How about Rafa?" you said quietly. Even the sound of his name hurt in your chest.

"He's..." Daveed's words died in his throat as he frustratedly buried his face in his hands with a deep sigh.

You gulped, "is he okay alone out there?"

"Can we please not talk about Rafa right now?" he said slowly.

"Yeah..." you nodded quietly, "come here," you folded your arms around his chest, hugging him tight. He pulled you on top of him and hugged you back, his strong arms squeezing you, bringing you comfort as if he knew what you were going through as well. You sat like this for a few seconds, your arms wrapped tightly around each other comforting the broken feeling you both felt in your chests until his lips slowly found their way to your neck, leaving sweet, sensual kisses to the side of your throat.

"Look," you said quietly, pulling yourself away from him and looking into his chocolate brown eyes, "it's not that I don't enjoy this, but I just think it's for the best if I go home."

"What? No?" Daveed looked up at you with a pained expression, "come on, we can't let Rafa ruin our night," he groaned and moved closer to you but suddenly paused, "unless you don't want to of course. I don't want to force you into anything," he looked carefully at you and you understood why. He wanted to make sure that you were comfortable with the decision you were making. Comfortable with him.

It made you realise that the fact that you were lying in Daveed's bedroom half-naked, meant that you had made your choice long ago. You needed to stick with it.

"Yeah, okay," you said and moved your lips close to his, kissing him softly.

"You have no idea how happy that makes me," he groaned against your lips and you felt him breathe a sigh of relief as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He quickly pulled Rafa's t-shirt over your head, and harshly threw it onto the ground next to the bed. You couldn't help but think of the symbolics in his heated gesture.

His warm hands immediately found your breasts and he started running his fingers over your nipples with a low growl. You enjoyed the confident, hungry look he sent you as you were once again bare-chested in front of him. He moved his face closer to yours, "I still fully intent on making you feel good and make you let loose a little," he repeated his words from earlier that evening with a smile and carefully pushed you down on the bed, a warm shiver travelling up your spine with his words and movements. He hovered above you before his lips started pressing small, peppered kisses to the side of your throat, his one hand running down your stomach and dipping down between your legs, making you gasp softly. His lips moved over your collarbone and down between the valley of your breasts, taking one of your nipples in his mouth, and making you arch your back against him, as you felt his erection pressed up between your legs. He groaned as he pushed his boxer-clad erection closer to you, looking down at you with an erotic spark in his eye. Your fingers found his soft hair and you raked a hand through his curls and reciprocated the look he was sending you; dark and sensual.

You were both getting lost in the sensations you were causing each other when you were interrupted by the sound of Rafa retching and his heart-breaking sobs from the next room. It made your stomach ache horribly and you interrupted the kiss with Daveed, looking towards the wall to the bathroom instead. "I'm sorry, I can't just leave him alone with that..."

"What? You're not serious?" He looked at you with a disappointed look on his face.

"Listen to him," you said softly, as Rafa let out another heartbroken sob.

"He'll be fine," Daveed responded harshly before he resumed kissing your throat.

You pulled your face away from him, raking a hand through his hair one more time, "he's your best friend. Do you really want him to be alone right now? He sounds so heartbroken."

"Trust me - you do not want to deal with him right now."

Rafa retched loudly.

"I'm sorry," you kissed Daveed briefly, "but I have to make sure he's okay. I'll be back in a second."

Daveed let out an irritated grunt but eventually let go of you so you could crawl down from his lap. You quickly found the Raiders t-shirt on the floor and pulled it over your head, exiting the bedroom in a swift motion.

You knocked quietly on the door to the bathroom and found Rafa lying on the floor next to the toilet sobbing quietly. "Rafa, honey, are you okay?" you said softly as you sat down next to him and carefully put your hand on his chest.

He took a deep breath and looked up at you with wet eyes. The gaze he sent you was bloodshot, but he wasn't as pale as before. Throwing up some of the alcohol had definitely done him some good. "Hey," he whispered in a raspy voice as he put his good hand on top of yours, closing his eyes again taking three deep breaths. You noticed that he didn't answer your question.

As you pulled your hand away from his chest to fix him a glass of water, he groaned at the lack of touch and sat up straight, sleepily resting his head on the edge of the tub, looking at you with tired, sad eyes.

"Are you done throwing up?" you asked him as you handed him the glass.

He took a big gulp and nodded "I think so... Listen, can we talk?"

You sent him a small smile, "tomorrow, okay?" you didn't want to cause him anymore heartbreak tonight, "let's get you to bed," you held out your hand.

"Yeah, okay..." he took your hand and let you pull him to his feet. He was still very drunk, so you had to help him with his balance, your arm tightly wrapped around his waist, "come here," you chuckled and walked him to his room with his arm draped over your shoulder. As soon as you entered his personal space, he threw himself down on the bed with a loud groan.

"You're not going to disrobe?" you chuckled at him.

"Yeah, no... I don't care right now," he said and closed his eyes, "I just want to sleep... Let this absolute shit night be over."

You guiltily shook your head and forcefully pulled off his Chelsea boots and socks.

"Are you trying to get me naked?" He joked sleepily from the bed; his eyes closed.

"I'm trying to get you comfortable," you chuckled, "you have to take off your shirt and pants yourself."

Rafa groaned but sat up straight before he pulled his shirt over his head. His eyes were still closed, and his long hair was falling in unruly strands around his face. He looked exhausted as he undid the button on his pants and slid them off himself, plumping down on the bed afterwards.

"You don't think I'll bleed to death, do you?" he groaned and lifted his bandaged hand a little.

"I'm absolutely positive you won't," you chuckled at him, "if it's still bleeding tomorrow, I'll take you to the hospital, okay?"

"Okay, can't wait," he smiled sleepily and gave out a quiet snore as if he'd briefly fallen asleep. He was lying flat on his back which gave you time to study the tattoos he had on his chest and forearms. Some of them you didn't like, others were beautiful. He had one on his pec that you'd never seen before.

"If I love you, I have to make you conscious of the things you don't see," you read out loud, looking at his chest.

Even though Rafa had his eyes closed and looked as if he was just about to fall asleep again, he knew what you were talking about and softly tapped the tattoo he had on his pec, "that's right," he slurred with a small smile. For the first time since he'd cut himself, he looked as if he was peaceful, and you tugged one of his long strands of blonde hair away from his eyes and behind his ear instead. Your fingers lingered on his cheek for a second and he kissed your palm with a small hum, "that means that I have to make you conscious of the things you don't see," he whispered before he drifted off completely.

"Alright Rafa," you chuckled quietly as you ran your fingers through his soft hair. He had started breathing heavily, already fast asleep, "thanks for explaining the words of your tattoo with the exact same words!" You got up from the bed and quietly closed the door behind you as you walked out into the hallway.

You'd only walked a few steps towards Daveed's room when the meaning behind Rafa's sentence hit you and you froze in place. Inside your head, the written words of the tattoo and Rafa's whispered words played on repeat. He hadn't explained the tattoo to you. He had told you that he loved you.

He loved you. Rafa was in love with you.

And you were walking towards the bedroom of his best friend. You turned your head slightly, looking towards Rafa's room. Should you go back to him? Or continue to Daveed? You were completely frozen in time, desperately looking between the two bedroom doors on either side of the bathroom in the hallway, realising that even though you might have been lying naked in Daveed's arms only minutes before, Rafa's words hurt so much in your chest that your decision-making was far from over.

Rafa's room was to the left. He had just confessed his feelings for you. Or, he didn't just have feelings for you; he was in love with you. Probably had been since your summer together in the taco truck. You wouldn't say that you were in love with him, but there was definitely raw, heated attraction towards him on your part as well, or you wouldn't still be thinking about your drunk kiss in the dark eight years ago, the way he was always able to make you laugh, his soft, green eyes. It hurt in your chest to think about how you'd potentially wasted eight years without him by your side. If you went to him, you'd either finally be able to stop thinking of him as 'the one who got away' and actually engage in something romantic with him - or you'd see that eight years of absence might have grown the heart so fond that you had put him on a pedestal that he couldn't live up to.

Daveed's room was to the right. He was waiting for you in there, probably ready to fuck you so good that you wouldn't be able to remember your own name. The preview he'd given you earlier tonight had definitely shown you that he was able to bring all your sexual fantasies to life! And you had craved his touch for so long, to feel his strong hands on your body as he slid into you while whispering sweet words in your ear. You and him definitely had some insane potential - not to mention the fact that he was already calling you baby! He was so crazy about you that you were baby to him! - but did you feel the same emotional attraction to him? Or was the warm feeling in your stomach whenever you looked at him all due to sexual attraction? Could you and he ever become more than raw passion?

No matter what, you'd have to choose between them. You couldn't have both. With whomever you chose, you'd never be able to have the other.

Carefully, you weighed both your options; left or right? Rafa or Daveed?

You started at both of their doors, unsure about where to go, but eventually made a decision. With a deep breath, you stepped closer to the wooden door, grabbed door handle and stepped inside, softly closing the door behind you as you took in the handsome man on the bed.

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2. Sober Resolutions

Summary: Y/n and Daveed has been flirty friends for a while, she decides to make them a little more than just friends after getting a lil bit drunk. Now they have to deal with the day after the night before. 

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Word Count: 2.5K

Warnings: 18+ There is a bit more smut than the last one but i’ll leave it at that...

1. Tipsy Decisions 

A/n: I got carried away with this part but @einfachniemand asked for a part 2 and I have answered! So I hope you enjoy this girl! 

You felt the hangover looming and groaned into the pillow you had your face stuffed into; the room was swimming and the light from the window made you feel like you were in an operating room. You tried to sit up only to realise you were very naked underneath the sheets and were not in fact in your bedroom. The panic began to set in as you realised where you were and who you were with last night, Daveed waltzed into the room humming to himself. He was covered only by a towel wrapped around his waist and little  water beads rolled down his body. You couldn't help but admire the sight before you. "Morning Beautiful." He practically sang in your direction. His words bought you back to last night.

Daveed wasted no time and laid himself down onto the sofa, pulling you up until you hovered over his face, you felt very vulnerable in this new position and  felt a shiver run down your body in anticipation as you waited for him to close the gap between you both. He bought his face up and tentatively swiped his tongue along your slit and you sucked in a breath at the contact. He worked you slowly exploring every inch of your pussy as you held onto the couch arm for dear life, you wanted to take a bit more control and grind into him but you felt self conscious.

Daveed seemed to sense this and pulled back to stare up at you, you had to admit he looked fantastic in the position. He grabbed your leg reassuringly. "Hey, I got you. You're safe Y/n, just let go." You tentatively nodded in response and tried to relax into it. You felt his mouth form an O shape and placed it over your clit. He sucked it gently which made your body jerk in place at the direct contact on your sensitive area and you tried to lift yourself up from him because of the intense feeling but he snaked his arms around your thighs to keep you in place. He turned his attention back to  his earlier actions. He sucked and flicked it in his mouth, he was relentless and you swore loudly at the feeling.

When he had you begging for more he switched up his actions and shifted you slightly so he had access to the whole area. He flattened his tongue making it as wide as possible and moved his head up and down along you folds and up to your clit. He continued, making you feel utterly euphoric and as the pleasure built you began to grind your hips into his face matching his movements. You built your speed up, rocking your hips back and forth and moaned out as you worked in tandem with one  another. The second orgasm was way more intense than the first and you were a moaning mess on top of Daveed as he watched you in awe.

You climbed off of his face and sat on the floor absolutely exhausted, Daveed smiled at you and watched as your chest rose and fell. "You're so beautiful Y/n"

You returned his smile and felt yourself heat up at his words. You were overcome by your animal instincts and you post orgasm self confidence sky rocketed and positioned yourself between his open legs and unbuttoned his trousers, your smile darkened as the dirty thoughts passed through your mind and  freed him from his tight boxers. You ran you hands along his thighs and you gazed up him, he wore a pained expression because of your tantalizingly slow actions. You had him right where you wanted him, you could see he was seconds from begging.

"Y/n." He whispered, the strain in his voice evident.

"I can't wait to have you in my mouth D." You spoke sweetly. You took his dick in your hand and moved down from the tip to the base slowly applying a small amount of pressure, Daveed let out a breathy sigh as he dropped his head back onto the couch. With your hand still firmly placed around the base, you bought his dick to your mouth and tightened your lips around his tip, you swirled your tongue in a circular motion and sucked in at the same time. This earned you a grunt in response and Daveed lifted his hips up off the sofa in an attempt to push himself further into your mouth.

You pulled back and smiled to yourself. "Patience Diggs." You spoke quietly before placing a few chaste kisses along his length. As you reached the tip once again you licked the precum up and fixed your gaze back on him. He bought his hand up to your face and swiped his thumb along your lip collecting anything you had missed and held it out in front of you. Instinctively you responded and took his thumb in your mouth and sucked slow and hard keeping your eyes firmly placed on one another. With his other hand he tangled his fingers into the roots of your hair and guided your face back to his cock, this time he took control and expertly pushed your mouth down, you relaxed your throat and took him as far as you could. Daveed guided your mouth up and down slowly watching as you took him in your mouth, he almost came there and then.

As he relaxed into the pleasurable feeling you were able to take control again and increased your speed with each stroke you were able to take more of his length, but you wanted more. You pulled back once again. "Stand up for me." Daveed didn't question you and did as you asked. In your sweetest voice you purred. "Will you fuck my throat please."

Daveed chuckled lowly but didn't respond instead he repeated his earlier actions but with more force. He thrust himself back inside your mouth with rigor, hitting the back of your throat and you felt your mouth water at his action but he didn't give you time to focus on that as he set a relentless pace. Your throat contracted at the new sensation and visibly gagged at the his actions. Daveed noticed this and tried to pull back but you held him in place to signal he shouldn't stop. Your eyes watered at the sensation as he continued and you managed to tighten your lips and he let out a strangled moan, you felt his cock twitch and he came quickly into your mouth with a string of profanities leaving his. As he pulled out of your mouth, you felt his cum drip slowly down you chin.

You knew you had gone all the way and you would unpack that later because it had now been 10 minutes since he had walked into the room and you hadn't uttered a word. It's not like he was expecting too much from you, he had just gone about his business getting dressed but it felt weird reliving your night together with him in the room and not speaking. "You want some food?" Daveed asked as he finished up. "I can make something for us."

You felt yourself freak out at the implication of this, you didn't stay after sex. No. You and the guy from the night before did not spend time together after the night in question. You felt it gave men far too much power and you liked being the one in control.

"I was going to get going actually Daveed." You spoke softly, the guilt rose in your chest. You knew you were being stupid, this wasn't just a guy you picked up at a bar and got with, no this was your friend and someone you cherished. Yet your toxic little brain was still screaming at you to run for the hills. Daveed chuckled softly. "Nah, I'm not accepting that girl. Ima go make up some food, there's  a towel in the bathroom for you to use and some clothes in the top draw that should fit you."

You were stunned by his blunt response and didn't say another word as he walked out of the room again. You knew you didn't really want to leave and deep down you actually respected his response, so you decided to stay.

You ended up having a lovely day together and you just enjoyed each other's company. It was a simple day, you went to the shops to get hangover snacks and watched a few films. Daveed indulged your inner child and agreed to watch one Toy Story movie, but then made you sit through a crappy action film as payback. It was honestly just two great friends spending the day together, there was no awkwardness about the previous night even though it was in the forefront of both of your minds. About ten minutes into second film you felt yourself grow sleepy and you snuggled up next to Daveed, he placed his arm around you and you drifted off into a light sleep. Your breathing was heavy but the film was loud. As an intense scene was taking place a loud rumble erupted from your tummy and Daveed could help but laugh loudly at you which startled you awake. "I'm so sorry Y/n. I didn't mean to wake you but you don't have to starve while you're here we can order food." He spoke still laughing softly. Your brain was clouded by sleep and confusion, you felt like you had missed the punch line.

"What do you mean?" You inquired.

"Your tummy just made the loudest noise I have ever heard." He smiled at you endearingly.

"Oh did it. Sorry Diggs." You replied still trying to make sense of the world.

"It's chill girl, you don't need to apologise, shall we order some food?" He placed his hand on your thigh tenderly.

You smiled sweetly. "Chinese?" You asked hopefully and he laughed again.

"You got it."

You wasted no more time ordering food and settled back into the chair while you waited for it to arrive. You tried to focus in on the film but you had missed a fair bit and truth be told it was really boring, you fell asleep because of it. You glanced in Daveed's direction slyly and spotted the TV remote next to him and before you had time to think it through you leapt across the sofa so you were vertical in his lap. He was stunned until he realised what you were doing and placed he hands on yours to stop you from taking it. "No Y/n. We're leaving it on." He barked jokingly.

"No it's awful." You tried to pull your hands and the remote free and you wiggled your body, but Daveed was stronger than you and your tangled body only weakened you. He jumped up so your back was against the sofa and he straddled your legs and looked down at you. You were trapped but you had the remote now and thought quickly before you slipped it behind your back and into the waistband of his sweatpants, you poked your tongue out at him.

He laughed at your childish antics. "Y/n, I have no problem taking those off you to get what I want." He spoke playfully.

Your mind went there and you bit back at him. "I'm not stopping you from taking what you want." You bit your lip at your own implication and you saw his eye flicker down your body. He bought himself down to hover over you, he was inches away from your face and you could feel his breath on your lips. You leaned up to meet his lips but the sound of the buzzer bought you back to reality and you both jumped away from one another as though you had been caught in the act. "I'll go get it." Daveed mumbled sheepishly.

For the first time over the last 24 hours it felt awkward, sure the line had been blurred but that was fueled by alcohol. Today has been relatively platonic but now you both had come inches away from making out sober and that would be a lot harder to explain away. Daveed laid out the food on the coffee table along with plates and cutlery. You sat yourself on the floor so you could access the food more easily. Nothing was said while you served up and settled against the foot of the sofa, that awful movie was still playing and you realised you still had the remote in your pants. You bashfully pulled in out and left it on the sofa next to Daveed but he didn't touch it. Instead he focused all of his attention on his dish of food, he pretended it was giving him a ted talk.

After five long minutes of dead silence between you both, Daveed finally spoke. "Look Y/n. We can dance around one another and for the next six months sleep together drunk and try to pretend this is just sex. But I don't want to do that, it's a waste of time. The sex was amazing and what made it better is that I woke up with one of my best friends the next day, even if she did try to run." He paused to see if you were with him and you turned to face, you didn't quite meet his eyes. "What I am trying to say is I want to see what happens, I don't just want sex, I want the vibe we have outside of that. Y/n I want you."

Your mind raced and you silently freaked out, you opened your mind to say something and closed it again. You repeated this a few times trying find the words, you felt like a fish. "But I am scared, if this doesn't work out I don't want to lose my friend."

"Who said you're going to lose me?" He asked sincerely and took your hand in his. "If it doesn't work out I'm still going to be your friend, but I want to you give this a try. Do you?"

You sat and thought to yourself, commitment was terrifying to you and this wasn't any random guy, this was Daveed. You finally met his gaze and gave into your heart. "Yes I want to give it a go."

You both let out a sigh of relief at your words and he sent a cheesy smile you way. "Okay, no pressure but I'm gunna kiss you now Y/n."

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RAFAEL - (@rzfaei )

Nome completo: Rafael Chen / Chen Jiyang. 

Data de nascimento: 15/08/1995

Local de nascimento:  Nova Taipé - Taiwan.

Etnia: Taiwanês. 

Residência: Liberdade. 

Ocupação: Atendente na Livraria HK e professor de mandarim.

FC: Lin Yanjun - solo, ator. 

Temas de interesse: Angst, Crack, Fluff, Romance, Shipping, Smut.

Trigger Warning: Xenofobia. 

Biografia:

Nascido no ano de 1995 em Taiwan, Chen Jiyang ou Rafael Chen, é filho de pai taiwanês e mãe brasileira. A mãe viajou para Nova Taipé com o objetivo de estudar um novo idioma, o que não esperava era que a viagem acabaria por tomar outro rumo após conhecer o senhor Chen. O taiwanês e a brasileira se apaixonaram quase que instantaneamente, até hoje fazem o filho acreditar em amor à primeira vista por conta disso.

A mulher pretendia ficar apenas seis meses no país, mas como não queria perder o namorado — o qual não pretendia sair do país —, aceitou casar-se com ele e alterar a moradia para permanente. Exatamente dois anos depois, o primeiro filho do casal nasceu, eles não poderiam estar mais felizes.

O rapaz não possui muitas memórias claras da infância em Nova Taipé, porém todas as lembranças nítidas são agradáveis. Teve uma infância calma e foi alfabetizado em dois idiomas, mandarim e português. A mãe fez questão de que Jiyang e a segunda filha, dois anos mais nova, soubessem ambos os idiomas. O mesmo serviu para adicionar também nomes brasileiros nos filhos, desde o início a mulher havia deixado claro que pretendia voltar para o país de origem. O senhor Chen sempre aceitou tudo muito bem, na época em que concordou com tudo, não pensou muito sobre o assunto, apenas não desejava perder a namorada. Entretanto, com o passar do tempo, começou a realmente se interessar pelo Brasil,  até mesmo estudando português junto das crianças.

Quando Jiyang completou dez anos de idade, a mãe decidiu que era hora de voltar para o Brasil, muito tempo havia se passado desde a chegada em Taiwan. Os filhos não aceitaram muito bem a ideia.

Se mudar para o Brasil foi uma experiência e tanto. Era um misto de sensações negativas e positivas. O garoto estava feliz em conhecer o lado brasileiro da família, explorar um novo local tão amado pela mãe e admirado pelo pai. Contudo, o choque cultural foi imenso, mesmo ele tendo sido preparado para a experiência, ninguém nunca prevê as coisas ruins. Talvez fosse por conta da falta de informações da época, mas as memórias da infância e início da adolescência em São Paulo, não são tão agradáveis quanto as lembranças anteriores.

Ele passou a usar apenas o nome Rafael no novo país, não somente por ser mais fácil de ser pronunciado pelos falantes de português, como também por não aguentar as piadinhas com seu nome durante a escola. Escutou diversos apelidos e piadas pejorativas sobre seus traços e culturas, o que fez o menino se envergonhar de suas origens por certo tempo.

Fez de tudo para ser aceito pelos colegas preconceituosos, era tudo tão cansativo que começou a perder o próprio brilho. Quando atingiu os quinze anos de idade, os pais finalmente notaram a mudança bruta no comportamento do mais velho, este contou tudo o que lhe chateava. Preocupados, os pais descobriram o bairro Liberdade e essa foi a melhor solução encontrada para o grave problema. Assim que se mudaram, Rafael passou a frequentar uma nova escola localizada no bairro, conheceu outras pessoas com sua cultura e de culturas diferentes, mas que tinham respeito. Sentindo-se mais em casa, o garoto descobriu ser apaixonado por literatura e idiomas, dedicou-se o suficiente para conseguir adentrar o curso de Letras na USP.

Já dentro da faculdade, cursando Letras com habilitação em mandarim, Chen começou a estudar mais sobre a própria cultura e recuperou o orgulho que sentia pela mesma. Atualmente é formado e ensina mandarim para crianças e adolescentes. Além disso, trabalha também na Livraria HK, onde pode ficar perto de sua maior paixão, os livros. Vez ou outra é pego tentando ensinar mandarim para aqueles que vão atrás de materiais para estudo.

Personalidade:

Rafael é o que pode ser chamado de borboletinha social, é extremamente extrovertido e animado. Por outro lado, muitas vezes pode ser enxergado como egocêntrico e narcisista. Costuma fazer de tudo para agradar os outros, às vezes fazendo o que não quer, ainda sim, nunca aceita estar errado em discussões e pode ser impaciente caso contrariado. É muito sensível e seus sentimentos podem ser facilmente feridos, assim como seu ego.

Ambições para o futuro:

Pretende continuar trabalhando em seus dois empregos até ter dinheiro o suficiente para publicar o próprio livro com traços da literatura taiwanesa.

O que é a Liberdade para o seu personagem?

A Liberdade é para Rafael o seu lugar favorito. Apesar de amar Taiwan e outros lugares específicos que visitou dentro do Brasil, nada se compara ao seu lar. O bairro possibilitou que o garoto superasse o seu pior trauma e pudesse recomeçar aos poucos. Não é como se nunca mais tivesse sofrido preconceito após mudar-se, mas com certeza as diferentes culturas presentes no local o ajudaram a lidar melhor com isso.

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