#cause god knows that man's ass is hella perky

[startrekfangirl2233]

Great minds, think alike, Jay! 🫡🫡🫡

And this is such a great premise. You can't tease a girl with the mention for a saloon girl outfit and chaps and then not follow through.

- XOXO Star

Giddy Up

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Synopsis: Mrs. Seresin always picks up Jake when he returns from deployment. He likes to make sure she can easily find him.

Notes: A To-Do List imagine inspired by this.

Warnings: Suggestive, but mostly fluff

Word count: 0.5k

Airport pick-ups were the worst. The traffic alone was enough for her to consider paying a car service to pick up Jake. The drive was always longer than she wanted, and she always held her breath that his Ram 1500 would fit into the garage. 

However, that first hug made the slog worth it.

Her sneakers squeaked as she traversed the corridors between the parking garage and luggage claim. The butterflies in her chest fluttered. The excitement of Jake coming home never ceased. Although the most worrisome part was over—he was coming home to her—her nerves were still electric

When they were apart for months, or even weeks, things sometimes changed. A haircut, a new piercing or maybe a new fashion trend. Sometimes Jake came home with shorter hair or bulked up from a protein-rich diet and unfettered gym access.

As she neared the luggage carousels, the crowd thickened. She scanned the sea of people, but no sign of Jake. People streamed around her—most careful to mind their limbs. Vigiliant, she kept searching.

There!

Instead of Jake’s blond coif, she spied his fawn-colored, slightly askew, Stetson. He always made a point to wear it so she could easily spot him. It served its purpose both in the airport and at the docks. 

The masses seemed to part and give her a perfect view of Jake in a black v-neck, broken-in Levi’s and aviators hooked on his shirt collar. 

They made eye contact as they floated toward each other. “Hey, cowboy.” She wrapped her arms around his middle as they met. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pushed his lips to hers. His hat perched perfectly for her to fit underneath. 

“Hey, pretty woman.” He responded after their kiss. Neither of them could stop smiling. Jake pulled her in for another kiss. Then time, his tongue dipped into her mouth. 

Her hands dropped lower until they were tucked in the back pockets of his jeans. 

“I can’t wait to get you home.” His lips remained against hers as he spoke. Then his hands traveled south until they were almost on her ass. She fully pressed herself against his front. 

She bit her lip as she looked up at him. Jake definitely didn’t understand how much power he wielded. His deep dimples and eye crinkles made her weak. And, somehow, his dazzling smile hadn’t killed her yet. 

As she studied his features, he freed an arm to pluck his hat off his head and place it on hers. It slipped over her eyes, but Jake quickly adjusted it. 

“Seems like we have plans when we get home, cowboy.” She glanced up at the brim.

He hummed in agreement. As they separated, she ran her hand down his arm until their fingers laced. Hand-in-hand, they strolled toward the parking garage. 

Suddenly, Jake looked at her. She returned the gaze, waiting for him to say something. “Do you still have your saloon girl outfit?”

A smile broke across her face. “It’s in the closet next to your chaps.” 

He bit his lip. The thoughts flooding his mind were best left unsaid in public. “Dress up for the evening?”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t mind dressing up to go for a ride.”

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[hotwings0203]

This is so utterly stupid but I have a few HC’s about Muslim Dabi(again obv this isn’t canon I just think it’s funny)

-Dabi would def be the type of Muslim dude who claims to be super religious cuz he never eats pork and “goes to the mosque to pray”(which is actually just code for hitting a blunt in the back of the parking lot w Hawks and Shigaraki💀), but yet smokes^^ and still has hella sex with like every other girl who bats her lashes at him from across the dining hall

-he also is a big cat lover, he claims since the Prophet Muhammad had cats of his own it’s sunnah to keep one

-on Eid namaz he’s the most dripped out one at the session, I’m talking black kurta dress, nice ass watch, slicked back hair...but funny enough, no one has actually seen him in line for the prayers themselves

-if he were back at home with the rest of the Todoroki’s, he’d most definitely be THE MOST spoiled one. Fuyumi would get on his ass for not cleaning the dishes, but he’d wave her off and tell her it’s training for her to be a better housewife for her future husband(cue a soapy sponge thrown at his head)

-Snitches.Constantly. Bro like this dude catches Shoto on his phone when he’s supposed to be doing a dua? Boom, instant callout followed by a long ass lecture about how he’s straying away from his religion and how he’s going to hell just because he spent one measly moment on his device instead of praising da lord

-Hes also always telling fuyumi to cover up her sleeves that come just a bittt before her wrists, claiming that she’s showing too much skin(especially when Hawks is over, that fucker’s got his eyes on every single one of his family members). But she’s quick to point out his secret tattoos, piercings, and hair dyes. He just scoffs and pulls the “women were created lesser than men so it’s okay for me to act a fool but not for you” card🙄stg I can’t stand him

-Since he’s the closest to Natsu, he’s always giving Eid money to him the most. The dude will slouch against his favorite brothers’ door, watching him play 2K. “What do you want?” Natsu asks with no real malice, not taking his eyes off the changing screen, furiously clicking away on his controller. “Mom says you gotta iron your clothes, Fuyumi’s doing her own so she can’t do yours as well. Oh, and Eid Mubarak by the way.” Natsu pauses him game and stands to stretch his arms above his head, groaning at the tendons popping in place on his back. “Yeah man, you too-what’s that?” He points to a fat parcel in Touya’s hand. The white-haired boy grins and chucks the bulging package at him, which Natsu catches easily. His eyes widen when he tears open the cream-colored paper envelope and reveals dozens of bills exceeding the usual 5-10$ family limit. “Yo, what-how-thanks Touya!” He sputters, throwing the package on his bed and throwing an arm around his brothers’ back in a man-hug. Touya rolls his eyes and barely suppresses a smile at Natsu’s excitement,(something he’s always wanting to be the source of) pounding his back to let go before he asphyxiates. He lets go and Touya smirks before heading towards the door, calling out over his shoulder, “Oh, and I’d thank Sho-turd as well while you’re singing my praise.” Natsu stops in his tracks and looks suspiciously at the withdrawing slender figure. “Why?”. Touya’s voice is distant as he moves to close and lock his door. “‘Cuz it’s his money after all.”

-The two brothers are always waking up at Sehri the earliest in Ramadhan, just so they can scarf down a majority of the food in the fridge and go to sleep without having to interact with the rest of their family at sunrise. And in the case that their family DOES wake up in time to see them chomping down food made for a WHOLE FAMILY and not just two boys, Touya is quick to grab his keys and jacket and cackle that him and Natsu are going to iHop to eat some more. Natsu ofc is quick to follow pursuit, throwing an apologetic grin towards his parents and other siblings.

-When they’re at the mosque and Enji has somehow bullied him enough to sit the hell down and actually ATTEND the lectures for once, Touya still has one up his sleeve. Planned out strategically, he always simpers to Rei that he wants to donate to the mosque, causing her eyes to water and a handful of cash thrown his way, her voice wobbly as she praises her son for actually taking the foundations of his religion seriously. Unbeknownst to her however, this just means that he’ll take a little bit more than he gives. Hawks will be standing at the front of the hall, bowing his head and using his silver tongue to graciously thank the many men and women who come forth to drop their allowance into the money basket. When he sees his best man approaching, he has to stop the smug grin from reaching his ears, instead slanting his brows and holding the basket out to the now black-haired thief. “Glad to see you’re taking eternal damnation seriously, for once,” Keigo flashes his perky whites and Dabi drops Rei’s money into the donation basket, dipping his hand a little lower for a second. “Glad to see you’re still standing here like some busboy peasant, as usual,” he fires back, the two boys catching each other’s eyes and stifling their cackles as the patched hand withdraws, a copious amount of bills in his hand, more than what he put in.

-100% steals shoes. Usually you hear about older men doing this, but age aint nothin’ but a number to Dabi, baby. “Nice kicks,” he nods to a boy Natsu’s age, noting the blue and black minimalist patterns adorning the shoes. The boy recognizes Dabi as one of the most revered figures at the mosque (and the most featured by adults. Who’d want their kid hanging out with the eldest Todoroki as an influence?) and bobs his head excitedly, spewing out the manufacture and release dates of the shoes. Dabi looks at the fanboy amusedly, continuing to lean against the shoe rack as more people crowd around and start to push the boy inside. “See you later Dabi!” The eccentric kid calls out as he’s pushed into the hall by grumbling uncles. The ravenette snickers fo himself, “Yeah, but you won’t be seeing these shoes anytime soon.”

-A notorious playboy in the community. Uncles glare at him, unable to scold him outright for his shenanigans due to his father’s close presence, and aunties steer their children away from him at dinner parties. Speaking of, Dabi’s at a dinner right now. He’s lighting up a joint in amongst 3 mesmerized girls sitting on the floor in front of him and 2 jealous dudes his age in a locked room, away from all the screaming little kids. “Wow Dabi, doesn’t it burn?” The youngest of the three girls asks him with imploring eyes. He smiles a charming smile down at her and he thinks he sees the other two swoon. “Nah, sweetheart, you get used to it after a little while. Don’t be like me though, keep yourself pure and clean,” he shoots a wink at them and they giggle, faces turning red. The other two boys sitting at the far end of the bed scowl at his successful flirting, but Dabi doesn’t care for any of them, honestly, they’re just target practice. Right as he inhaled the fumes of another puff, a little body throws itself at the door, banging its fists on the wood. “It’s time for food!” They all jump at the intrusion and chuckle as the intruder runs away, containing to scream about food being served. The group gets up to leave and exits through the door, but Dabi takes his time. He wasn’t done with his joint, and he has to waft the smell away anyways when he leaves. He’s opening a window to let out some air when he heads a soft shuffle from behind him. “Shows over guys, go eat-“ but when he turns around, the oldest girl of the three stands before him, fiddling with her hands and looking at the floor. “Um, Dabi? I know you said not to try it out by ourselves so...I was wondering if you could-if you could teach me how...?” She looks at the half-used roll in his hand, and he looks from the blunt to her face. He looks behind her. A closed door. Perfect. Taking a step forwards, he relishes in how she takes a hesitant step back, the breath in her throat catching but she still doesn’t back down. She looks to him like he’s a god, and he feels like one right now. And so he steps closer until she’s backed against the wall, his lids lowered to her wide ones, and he placed a hand next to her head. “Didnt your mom ever tell you not to take things from strangers?” He ghosts by the shell of her ear, and she shivers. “She never told me the strangers would be this hot,” and he has to laugh a bit at her tenacity. He pulls away and flops back on the bed, signaling for her to join him. “Well come one then, I’m hungry, better hurry up before I change my mind.” And 5 shotguns later, Dabi barely wipes off her bright pink lipstick from his face and straightens his kurta along with his hair before bounding down the steps, eager for food. At his command, she comes down a minute after him as to not cause any suspicion, but it doesn’t stop Rei from shooting him a knowing glare from the living room as he piles his plate with food. He shoves a veggie roll in his mouth as he turns to join the boys in the dining area, but his path is blocked by a large woman. “I know you’re up to no good. The children told me what funny smell was coming from the room upstairs, and I know you’re to blame, Touya Todoroki. I respect your mother a lot so I won’t make a scene here-“ he interrupts her, mouth half full with a roll, “-I mean, you already kinda are,-“ but she continues her tirade. “-I don’t think you’re a good influence on these kids, especially your siblings. What self respecting family would be okay with their son acting like a hooligan, having piercings, smelling like weed?” He smirks and swallows before swerving around her. “I don’t know Aunty, why don’t you ask your daughter? She didn’t seem to mind my, ah, influence.”

-When they were all younger, there was a time where End*avor wanted the boys the toughen up a bit and stop messing around so much. He brought the family up to the mountains in a nice cabin, purposefully choosing an area with farms nearby. It was around the time of Eid-e-Adha, so naturally goats and sheep’s were going to be sacrificed for the family feast. Touya already knew what was going on, so Enji left it up to him, a scrawny preteen boy to take over the initiation. Fuyumi wanted to come to the farm too, but Touya glared at her and told her to stay home because “girls are too emotional for this.”(he really did think that, but above all he held a secret soft spot for his only younger sister). Natsu and Touya both started heading down to the field to pick out a goat, and ofc little Shoto wanted to come along to. He begged and begged for his older brothers to bring him along and to not leave him at home for once, and with a sly glance to Natsu, Touya relented. He leaned down to Shoto’s eye-level and asked with serious eyes, “You sure?”. Shoto nodded eagerly, standing straight up as to look more solemn and mature. Natsu held back a snicker and grabbed Shoto by the collar as they dragged him out to the pasture. Oh, the little boy was in heaven among the bleating sheep and fluffy coats. “Go ahead, pick one out!” Touya said eagerly, nodding to the clueless toddler to choose a sacrificial sheep. And so the heterochromatic child pointed to one, looking to his big brothers for assurance, to which they gave an excited nod. Shoto yelped with glee and spent the rest of the afternoon frolicking with the soon-to-be-mutton chops, completely oblivious to its grim fate and creating a bond with the animal. So when it was finally sunset and the time came to start preparing for the feast, Touya walked over leisurely to Shoto, pushed the grubby hand away from the animal’s collar, and started pulling the creature towards the chopping block. “W-what’re you doing?” Shoto asked uncertainty. “Well, we gotta eat, right? Thanks for picking out such a fat sheep, ‘wonder how it’s gonna taste,”. The eldest grinned with malice at his youngest brother, who started to sniffle and ball his fists. “You’re lying! Leave it alone!” He cried out. “Nope, m’not lying, ask Natsu.” Natsu turns to Shoto and shrugs his shoulders without any real regret. “You’re the one who wanted to come along, right? Think of how proud dad will be of his favorite-he finally sacrificed his first sheep!”

-the first time he was ever asked to lead the namaz, Keigo and Tomura kept kicking the back of his legs so he would fall over while trying to recite the prayers, and in turn he’d immediately whip around in the middle of the whole damn hall and shoot fire at the two howling boys. Needless to say, he was never asked to read again

(one would think since Dabi knows sooo much about being a gOoD mUsLim and how to follow the rules he’d take some of that advice HIMSELF)

[meepmoopfanfics]

you don’t get a win unless you’re playing the game: Daveed Diggs x Reader: Chapter 5

Chapter 5-Game On 

Daveed Diggs x reader (there’s def smut in this... close your eyes if you’re under 18)

The whole world went silent and time refrained to exist. You heard strong quick footsteps approaching the door in front of you. 

All that was separating you was an inch of barrier. Your heart was beating into your throat. You felt the skin of your face become hot. Your breath became slower as you imagined how hot his breath would feel behind your ear on the soft spot of your neck that drove you wild when it was touched. 

You heard the faint thumping of a bass of a speaker. Then click, click, click. You watched the knob slowly turn and the door opened smoothly. 

There he stood, towering over you, shirtless. His white Calvin Klein briefs teased you, peeking just over the waistband of his Oaklandish grey sweatpants. They sat perfectly under his tights obliques. He wore two gold chains around his neck, laying right above his broad pecs. Those biceps... those forearms... you could only imagine how you wanted him to hold you down and take every bit of you exactly how he wanted. 

He looked you up and down. Reading you, studying you. You noticed his dark pupils somehow dilate. His hair was slightly frizzier than normal, making him even sexier. The scruff of his beard made you squirm. You waited for him to speak. 

“Now what took you so long?” He growled in a deep, gravely tone just above a whisper. You took a few steps in, about a foot away from him, face to face, and he shut the door behind you pinning his hand up against the door, leaving no room for you to move in further. You dropped your bag right beside you without even looking where it landed. 

He handed you an old fashioned he made for you with his other hand and placed one single slow, sensual kiss teasingly on your neck. 

“Y/N,” he whispered, just an inch or so from your left ear, “I need you to know... I don’t like waiting.”

All you could do was part your lips and sigh.

He leaned slightly away from your ear to grab just under your chin to make sure you had direct eye contact. He was peering straight into you. Both of your lips were no more than an inch apart. The tension was making you shake.

“Do you know what happens when you make me wait?”

You couldn’t move. Your senses were shutting down. No thoughts browsed through your once busy brain fumbling through Hamilton choreography. No thoughts of the soreness of your body from rehearsals even remained. This man had complete control over you and he knew it. It was consensual and hot as fuck. 

All you could do was timidly shake your head no very slowly. 

“It’s my turn to make you wait for it.”

Shit. 

He raised his voice. “Until you’re begging. Do you understand?”

He leaned in as if he was going to crash into your lips, but dived straight past them to whisper into your ear. 

“Cheers.” 

He took his moscow mule glass and clinked it right into yours as he smirked, winked, and nodded his head for you to follow. He walked away, revealing his toned back muscles and headed towards the couch 

Your nearly felt like you were going to faint as your knees became weak. You followed him like a puppy. Fuck. So much for you taking control...

He turned up his music louder. The sexy bass of Miguel’s song “Funeral” blasted through his Sonos speakers setting the mood just right. It drove you wild. 

“It’s a little toasty in here, don’t you think, Y/N? Maybe you should take that hoodie off...” Daveed suggested as you took a sip of the delicious old fashioned he crafted for you. 

“You a little eager to see the lavender I see?” You questioned. 

That’s it. You’d had enough. 

You set your drink down, slipped off your shoes, and went to straddle him. Right before you could grind against what you craved, he took his two palms and pushed up against your inner thighs to prevent you from sitting down and pushed you to sit directly to the left of him.

“You a little eager to get you way with me?”

“Ugh...” was all you could muster

“Take your hoodie off. Now.”

You did your best to sexily take it off, biting your lip while throwing it to the side. You felt confident and sexy as you revealed your Aerie lavender bra with lace detailing. Daveed couldn’t help but stare directly at your perfectly perky breasts.

“Now stand in front of me. Turn around, and take off those damn leggings.”

“Oh so you can see this?” You pulled the strings holding together your purple thong out just enough to tease him.

“That’s hella hot...” he responded. 

You slowly bent over directly in front of him, almost as if you were going to give him a strip tease. You slowly bent forward, showcasing your flexibility by leaning forward  on releve to really enhance your calves and hamstrings as you slowly peeled your leggings off. Your ass was on display with your legs crossed. A perfect vision of a peach directly starting back at Daveed. You stepped out of your pants as you looked away for the quickest second. 

Before you knew it, Daveed’s hands gripped forcefully at your waist to pull you directly into his lap, right onto his thick erect cock. A moan instantly left your lips as he reached around to cup your right breast with his right hand and used his left to keep you in place. All you wanted to do was grind against his erection to pleasure yourself, but he made sure this wasn’t an option.

“Is this what you want, Y/N? Think you can take it?” He lightly thrusted his hips into your backside, creating friction right on your opening.

You were beginning to breathe faster. 

“I can take it...I need it...”

“What can you take?” He sarcastically asked.

“I need your cock inside me...”

“Where do you want it, baby?”

He reached around with his left palm to lightly grab your throat as he continued to fondle your right breast. He didn’t put any pressure on your neck to make sure this was within boundaries. 

Dominating and respectful? Hell yeah. You were all in.

“In my... oh fuck.” You hissed as put pressure onto your throat while simultaneously thrusting harder into you. Your neck instantly breaking and leaning back onto him.

“You said you couldn’t wait to get on your knees for me...isn’t that right, Y/N?”

“Yes... yes... Please let me take you in my mouth.”

“Get on your knees.”

You obliged. But as soon as you turned around you had to crash into his lips just once. He moaned into your mouth as he kissed you powerfully. He grabbed the side of your face tenderly and then bit your bottom lip, making you moan as you dropped to your knees. 

“Good girl.”

He slowly pushed his Oaklandish sweatpants down and kicked them out of your way. 

Holy... fuck...

He placed his hands behind his head, looking at you cockily as he watched you stare in awe at his giant bulge under the Calvin Klein briefs

“Like what you see?”

You slid your hands slowly up his thighs. “I’m one fucking lucky lady”

You kissed slowly up his right thigh then passed right over him to suck on his obliques and around his groin.

“Shit...” he hissed as he adjusted in his seat. The thought of driving him to the edge again brought you endless excitement. You noticed he began to perspire slightly, signaling he was getting heated. Daveed’s hands released from behind his head to stroke the side of your face and gently tried to guide your head to where he wanted you to be.

You nudged his hands away. Both of your hands interlaced as you slowly, over top of his briefs, brushed your lips down his shaft. He released a guttural, primal, moan and sent instant pleasure to your core. You released your hands from his and grabbed the waistline of his briefs. You pulled them down to strip him completely naked.

This was something you could’ve only dreamt about. You couldn’t make this shit up. This was quite simply the largest erection you’ve ever encountered. You were slightly timid to begin to finish what you started, but you were up for this challenge. 

He let out the sweetest giggle when he saw your reaction. His million dollar smile filled you with butterflies. He reached behind you before you could touch him to unclasp your bra, baring your chest. 

“God damn, Y/N...” He began touching himself just at the sight of you, stroking slowly while biting his lip.

Quickly, you pushed his hands away to show him his hands were no match for your mouth. You parted your lips to suck just gently, right on his head while making piercing eye contact with him. He pushed your hair behind you ears on one side and gently place his other hand on the back of your head, aiming to push you down further. You popped your lips off of him making a sucking sound.

“Is this what you imagined when you thought of the bullet sucking you dry?” You were in the dirtiest mindset imaginable. You were ready to do anything for this man.

“Mmmm...” was all he could say as he remained watching you with awe.

You began blowing him again, this time deeper, slowly bobbing your head up and down while lightly playing with his balls. You couldn’t quite fit his entire length in your mouth yet, but were close. You released his balls and used your other hand to cover the rest of his shaft to the base of his cock. You twisted as you sucked, giving light pressure to send him into heaven. 

“You’re amazing at that...” was all he could say as he released his head back onto the couch closing his eyes in pure bliss.

You began to speed up, noticing him squirm even more, tensing his quads, trying to reach his peak. You stopped completely causing him to shoot up in his seat.

He stood up and picked you up to standing. He put one hand around the back of your neck and one on the small of your back to forcefully pull you into him. He immediately explored your mouth with his tongue, slowly moving to suck onto your neck... right onto the sweet spot behind your ear. 

“Fuck.” you whispered. You had touched yourself to the thought of just that  many times before this man even know you existed.

He stopped and gripped tighter on the back of your neck as he leaned into your ear, “Turn around.” he ordered. Both of you were a panting mess and the whole control thing began to blur. Both of you were losing control to the other. 

You gladly obliged. He pushed your head down so your ass was up. He lightly spanked you playfully as a light moan left your lips. You didn’t realize you’d be turned on by someone spanking you, but you were into it. 

You turned around, giving him a sexy look. “Harder.”

He nodded and then spanked you again, leaving a light red mark on your right cheek.

“I’m going to fuck the shit out of you, understand?” 

He ripped off your lavender thong. You stepped out of it, revealing how wet you were to him. He couldn’t resist the sight and immediately dropped to his knees behind you. Without warning or hesitation, he grabbed your ass and pulled you into him, licking everything that was dripping down, from your clit to your opening.

Your eyes rolled back into your head and your knees buckled. His hands kept you steady although you were sinking into pure bliss.

“You taste so good...” he said taking a breath before going back to work. You have never been eaten out from this angle before and it was sending shivers down your entire body. You began slightly shaking.

“Oh my god... oh my god... oh my god...” was all you could muster as he explored you with his mouth. He switched between gently sucking on your clit to licking your slit. You were almost to pure ecstasy and your body was not able to hold back. The way his tongue flicked against you was otherworldly. Every time you would moan or attempt to say his name he would moan back sexily. You could feel his humming against you and it drove you wild.

“You’re going to wait to cum until I’m inside you, understand?” He muffled. But you couldn’t understand a single word coming from his mouth.

“Daveed please... Daveed please”

“Please what?”

“Daveed I’m com-” before you could even finish the sentence, your orgasm hit you unlike any one had ever in your entire life. Your legs shook until you fell into the table you were bent over. You swore you just saw stars. Waves and waves of pleasure kept hitting you.

You were coming back to consciousness as Daveed flipped you over on your back on the patterned rug on his floor. He was hovering just over you...

“What did I say?”

You started dazzlingly into his eyes, trying to get your own eyes to focus.

A light mixture between a moan and a sigh came out of your throat, but no answer.

“You're in for it now, Y/N.”

Before you knew it, you were in Daveed’s strong, toned arms. You felt so safe, so cared for, even in the midst of a fuck. You practically melted in his grip. He carried you down the hallway back into his bedroom. He flipped a switch and down came his blackout curtains, only leaving a small amount of sunlight escape from the bottoms of the windows.  You were almost certain he would throw you on the bed, but instead he laid you down, gentler than ever against his cloud like down comforter. You sunk into it with pleasure. 

He crawled directly over top of you. The smidge of sunlight made his chains sparkle as they dangled over you.

“You just had to fire your weapon out there didn’t you, “Y/N?”

Bullet joke. Good one. Points for creativity.

“I couldn’t help myself.” You spread your legs, giving him the green light to enter you. 

He took his cock in his hand, stroked it a few times, and placed it right at your opening. Everything in you wanted to push your hips to fit his full length deep inside you. He dragged it up and down your slit. Driving you crazy.

“Jesus Christ, Diggs, just fuck me already.” You were desperate.

He grabbed his headboard with one arm and behind your backside with the next.

“Are you on birth control?”

You shook your head yes. You were thankful he asked, you weren’t even thinking about a condom, which was completely irrational and... you broke from your racing thoughts to hear him state...

“Well since you asked for it...”

In one, excruciating second, he growled, thrusted forcefully and deep, directly into you, filling you to the brim and then some. Not even a moan, but a scream, escaped your lips.

“God damn you’re so tight...you feel..... amazing...” He pulled out slowly, then forcefully thrusted, multiple times. Slowly exiting and powerfully entering as your walls already started to squeeze around him.

You spread your legs further, showcasing your flexibility. You then snuck both of your legs onto his toned shoulders, making your entrance even tighter for Daveed, to give him maximum pleasure. It was the least you could do since you already came.

“Fuck Y/N, I’m not gonna be able to last long if you stay like that.”

“I don't mind” you responded. The innocence in your eyes drove Daveed wild.

He began speeding up his pace. Every thrust brought you more and more pleasure. They always say sex isn’t this magical in movies and shit, but this was real.

“Ride me.” He said as he flipped you from your back to on top of him, seamlessly. 

You slid down even deeper onto his hard cock and could feel it pulsating inside of you.

“God you’re so fucking hot.” You blurted.

He reached out and fondled your breasts as you began to ride him, grinding onto him. Soon enough he pulled you into a sensual, romantic kiss, running his fingers through your hair. The thrusting stopped. God this was perfect. 

You hovered over him and pulled away, just taking a second to be still with him, looking into his eyes. You felt magic. A spark.

The thrusting from his end began, putting him completely in control.

He then grabbed the base of your hair with his right palm, put it into a fist and lightly pulled while holding you down with his left forearm, embracing you.

“Look at me, Y/N... You’re so goddamn fine. You’re so goddamn gorgeous riding me like that.”

You moaned, rolling your eyes until they closed. Your orgasm slowly building,

“Look at me.” Your eyes shot back open at his mercy.

“You're so fucking sexy” you responded keeping eye contact. 

He thrusted faster and harder, faster and harder, getting sloppier as the pleasure built between the two of you.

“I’m close Daveed... I’m so close” you moaned. He took his hand from out of your hair and put his hand under your chin. His thumb stroked your lips. You lightly sucked on his thumb throwing him over the edge.

“You’re gonna make me fucking cum...” he yelled.

As he felt your walls tighten intensely around his cock, he grunted and began spilling into you. 

“Ah fuck it feels so good...” he grunted as he finished with you on top of him.

You crashed into him, laying like a lump on top of his chest. You felt both of your chests rise and fall in unison, laying there naked, feeling primal and satisfied. You felt so close with him. A connection you never thought was imaginable.

About a minute passed as you caught your breath and planted small, romantic kisses into one another with your eyes closed.

“Wow.” was all you could mutter.

“Shit that was somethin else.” He said as he began playing with his hair. “Okay let’s see... how am I gonna get up?” 

You both giggled as he reached for a tissue on his nightstand. He flipped you over gently as he pulled out. Some of his cum started spilling out of you and he handed you his tissue and reached for a new one.

“You stay there. I’ll be right back. Don't worry about the sheets.” You got a nice view of his tight booty from the dim light as he exited quickly to his bathroom.

You laid there, completely in bliss. You were definitely going to be sore on Monday. The first thing that popped into your mind was... God I hope this wasn’t a one time thing. That was too fucking perfect. Daveed was too fucking perfect. God Daveed was otherworldly...

Oh no.

Fuck.

The thing that you couldn’t believe you’d ever feel again after the heartbreak you experienced after your last relationship. The thing you would have to bury so far down in order to function.

Fuck.

You’ve caught feelings.

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The Proposition

Authors Note: I had this idea for a Halstead sibling fic. So here it is. It’s also an Antonio Dawson fic. I hope you enjoy! Also, I wrote this 3 times.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut, oral sex (female receiving), swearing.

Tag List: @halstudandruz @alievans007

2nd person POV

Antonio Dawson x Halstead!Reader

Part 1

The music rang through your apartment as you made your dinner. You were in an oversized sweater, courtesy of your elder brother Will, and his now too small for him joggers. You were not expecting anyone to come over. So when there was a knock on your door interrupting your hella wonderful dance moves, you jumped slightly and groaned loudly so the person on the other side of the door knew you were upset. 

“Y/N, let me in! I texted you!” Your partner bellowed. 

“I didn’t think you meant it!” You retort, as your door creaked open. 

“You said you had booze and were making your famous fettuccine alfredo. I was not going to miss that.” He smirked as he walked in, shrugging his leather jacket off. 

You rolled your eyes and closed the door before following Dawson into your kitchen. You strain your pasta and mix it into the sauce you were making. “Want to taste?” You hold the spoon to his lips, for he was standing next to the stove with a beer in hand. He takes a bite and his eyes roll back into his head, moans of taste ecstasy escaping his lips. 

“Holy shit. That is so good.” 

“It’s my mom's recipe.” You smile, proud you could do her proud with your cooking. “Go sit, I will bring you some.” He sits on the stool at your island, before you hand him a bowl of pasta. You sprinkle a little bit of freshly grated parmesan on top. He waits for you to sit next to him before he devours his first helping. 

“God, you have the brains, the hots, and the cooking power. I think I’m in love.” He jokes, before helping himself to another serving. When he sits back down, his hand rests on the back of your stool. “Did your mom teach you how to cook?” He asks, turning slightly to face you. 

“She did teach me a little. But I mainly learned from the chefs at the base and my brothers. They taught me what not to do.” Giggles erupt from your chest. 

“You know, you really are the whole package. Bad-ass, beautiful, intelligent, know how to cook. It’s a wonder how you are single.” 

“Well, my brothers tend to scare off any guy or girl that looks my way. And if they do get past them, they usually end up hurting me. So ya, I have just stayed unattached.” 

“When was your last one? With that Brien kid right?” 

“His name was Dylan, and yes. That was about 3 months ago?” 

“So you haven’t had anyone since?” 

“Why are we talking about this?” You gave Antonio a puzzled look. 

“Look, I know I am probably too old for you. But I thought that maybe we could, you know. No strings attached?” He motions between you two with his hands, becoming slightly embarrassed for even asking. 

You pretended to ponder the thought, with your hand on your chin as if to think about your answer. “Dawson, you are one hell of a man. I have wanted to take you since I was, like, 20.” 

“Not so innocent when you were younger like your brothers thought you were.” Antonio chuckles, a smirk following suit. “You grew to be one hell of a woman, Y/N.” He leans in towards you and ducks his head down. 

“Is this really happening?” You whisper, blinking your eyes rapidly. Dawson just closes his eyes and presses his lips to yours. The kiss was super soft and sweet, at first. Then he presses a bit more firmly, his hands moving to cup your cheeks. Your hands rest upon his biceps as the kiss sends shivers and tingles through your body. He elicited many sensations from within your body with just a kiss. You wondered what other feelings he could bring out. He moves the hand that lay atop of your chair to your back to bring you closer. The kiss was getting more intense, tongues began to move together. The kiss elicited a moan from your vocal cords. He pulled back a bit to catch his breath. Your teeth brought your bottom lip between them. He groans and stands up. His hands slid down just below your butt cheeks before hoisting you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your hands cupping his neck. He kisses you again, tongue automatically going into your mouth. Antonio walks you to your couch. “Shirt. Off.” He mumbled between kisses. You strip the sweater off, exposing your braless chest, a spaghetti strap t-shirt covering what’s underneath. You had a few tattoos on your chest. Tugging at the edge of your shirt, Antonio pulled your shirt off to expose your beautifully perky breasts.  He moaned at the sight, immediately attaching his lips to your right nipple. He had sat down at that point. He starts to suckle a bit, nip, flick. All the things that made you go wild, the warmth between your legs growing. Moans escaped your lips, his name rolling off your tongue. He switched sides, you began to grind down onto his growing erection. This caused him to moan out, and detach his lips. 

“You are beyond sexy. And wet.” His raspy voice rang through your ears. Your arousal had seeped through your joggers. 

“Please. Do. Something.” You begged, out of breath. 

“Sit on the edge of the couch, princess. Pants off.” You happily oblige, removing your joggers, placing your butt right at the edge of the couch and leaning back. Antonio begins to strip, only to his boxers, leaving you to still wonder how his member looks. Your mouth watered. He sunk to his knees and spreads your legs wide. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to taste you.” He bites his lip, leaning in and grabbing your lace underwear with his teeth. You lift your butt slightly to help him get them off. He looked so damn sexy. The dampness between your legs grew into more of a dripping sensation. You could feel it slipping down your slit to the couch. He kisses up your legs, calf to thigh, each leg. He wanted to show your body attention, every inch of your body. Your aching with anticipation, your breathing became erratic. Soft kisses are placed upon your slit, before he snakes his arms around your thighs. Sucking your clit into his mouth, he begins the pleasure. Your gasp at the contact and moan loudly, your fingers tangling into his hair. His tongue starts to flicks against your clit, this has always driven you insane. Your hips buck instinctively, causing him to chuckle ever so softly. He moves his attention to your vaginal opening. He tongue fucks you, causing you to moan out loud. 

“Antonio. Fuck just like that.” He curls his tongue up, hitting your g-spot. The scream that was emitted from you was unexpected. Nobody has ever been able to do that to you, that caused your head to roll back and your back to arch. “OH FUCK!” You were wriggling beneath him, putty in his hands. One of his hands began to rub your clit in circular motions. The coil inside your body began to tighten up, signaling you were ready to cum. “Fuck fuck fuck i’m gonna cum.” Antonio just hums in response, too busy with pleasing you. The loudest moan you had ever emitted came out as you came, more like squirted. Antonio pulled back, watching as you squirted all over his torso. His boxers were soaked with precum. Your body shook from the amount of pleasure in which you just received. He cleans up your vulva, moaning at the taste. 

“Fuck princess. You taste so divine. And you squirted all over me. That was beyond sexy, I could have cum just watching you.” You were panting, trying to catch your breath. 

“I have never squirted before. You know how to make a woman scream.” You were slightly dazed, so Antonio took this time to unravel his arms from under your thighs and take his penis out. It stood at attention, the tip red and throbbing. You had sat up and were finally able to see how he was packing. He was very girthy, very nice length. You moaned at the sight. He pumped it a few times. 

“Your turn, Mr. Dawson.” Your voice was sexy, sensual, inviting. Antonio shook his head, causing you to become confused. He holds his hand out, pulling you to your feet. 

“I want to fuck you. In your bed.” He pulls you into his embrace and kisses you again, his right hand cupping your jaw and cheek. This kiss was pure passion, hints of lust seeping through. You wrap both arms around his neck. He scoops you up, one arm around your waist so you’re just slightly off the ground. 

“Second door on the left.” You breathe out. Antonio nods, and walks you both there, you still being off the ground in his muscular embrace. You leave open mouth kisses on his neck, eliciting a small moan when your kiss his sweet spot just behind his earlobe. A smirk dances across your lips. Before you had the chance to delve into his sweet spot, you’re thrown onto the bed. Giggles erupt from your chest, knowing he is being playful. He crawls onto the bed, you still giggling like a little girl. 

“You have the most glorious laugh, Y/N.” He expresses, a smile spread across his face from ear to ear. You pecked his lips. 

“Flattery will get you fucked, Dawson. Do something with that glorious cock already.” He chuckles darkly, veering his head down towards your chest. He kisses your breasts before his hand slips between your slightly open legs. He rubs your clit, pressure hard but the circling is slow. He wants to get you worked up. 

“Uh.” You moan out. “Please Tonio.” He just smirks, his hand leaving you. You whimper before feeling the tip of his cock rubbing up and down your slit. He rubs the head against your clit before he slips himself in, but just the tip. All the while he still had his sly smirk on his face. You give him a scowl. “Anto-” You didn’t get the rest of his name out before he slips himself all the way in, not quite balls deep. Moans escape your mouth, legs instinctively going wider for more of him. 

“That got you to stop talking.” He moaned out, unable to hold back anymore. He pulls back, almost all the way out and slams himself into you. You grip the sheets and moan in pure pleasure. He does it one last time before setting his pace. He thrusts at a sensual pace. Not too fast, but not too slow. Just right for your first time together. But his thrusts were hard and deep. You were in ecstasy, the feeling of him filling you finally was just what you have been waiting for. The way he made you feel was intense, impeccable, divine. Your eyes rolled back, back arched off the bed, head tipped back. Hands flying to the pillow in which your head rest upon, fingers gripping the soft fabric of your pillow case. Antonio had a grip on your waist, strong enough to leave some marks. Not bad though. He decided to release them, to lean on his left forearm to thrust even deeper and harder. His pace picked up. 

“Look at me princess. I want to see that pretty face as you cum.” His voice was ultra raspy, right hand turning your head to face him. Your eyes flutter open, the color had intensified with lust. He moaned at the sight of you. “Fuck baby girl. I’m gonna cum.” He had been holding out, wanting you to be pleased first and foremost. 

You bit your bottom lip. “Cum for me Antonio. Let me feel you inside of me.” You moaned out his name, right leg swinging around his waist. Your heel digs into the lumbar area of his back, encouraging him to continue. The familiar coil inside of you getting stronger and stronger. His thrusts get slightly sloppier. Your hands slide to his cheeks, making eye contact with the man above you. He bites his lip, cumming inside of you with a loud moan of your name. It was warm. This caused you to grow even closer. He continues to thrust, riding out his orgasm and bringing you to yours. 

“Cum for me, Y/N.” His hand slithers down your torso to your clit. He begins to rub it furiously. You scream out, your body wriggling under his touch. “Antonio!” You came, hard. All the sensations drove you right over the edge you were teetering on. He watched as your face contorted from the pleasure coursing through your body. He rod out your orgasm as best he could before pulling out and plopping beside you. You guys lay there in silence, the only sounds being your panting. 

“That was. Holy shit. Incredible.” You managed to get out. 

“Thank you.” He chuckles and turns to look at you. 

“So much better than I thought it would be.” You roll over so that you’re laying on top of him. 

“Again, thank you. You flatter me.” 

“Round two?” You wiggle your eyebrows. 

“Hmm, give me some moti- oh. I like the sight of you on top of me like that.” You were straddling his waist. Hands on his chest. 

“Let me fuck you now.”