#Dave York fan fiction
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Gemini
Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI
Pairing: Dave York x f! Reader x OC Em
Word count: 4.3k
Summary: you and your friend decide to have a little fun and get more than you bargained for.
Warnings: SMUT, FFM, oral f and m receiving, sex toys, fingering, degradation, facial, cum play, I canât remember what else. You know what youâre here for. No use of y/n, not proofread, not betaâd, all mistakes are mine, just ignore them.
A word from the author: I have had this nearly complete in my WIPs for MONTHS. I canât believe it is finally done. Dedicated to my girls (especially @youandmeand5bucks ) who know who they are. Love you so much, my sluts.
You made the agreement years ago. You donât even remember how it started and it had always felt like a silly promise, an inside joke. You and your best friend would never fight over a man. If you ever liked the same guy, youâd just share him and live happily ever after as a throuple. You gleefully announced plans and goals for your hypothetical family of three often.
âWe are going to have so many dogs!â
âCan we just make our bedroom one huge bed?â
âYou cook, Iâll clean!â
It was comforting to have a plan, even if you never did find your third.
It was especially comforting when everyone either of you dated was a disappointment. Anger issues, hidden drug addictions, liars, and bad lays. The girls youâd dated were just as much of a let down as the guys. It was discouraging. Em didnât fare much better. Sheâs had her own heartbreaks. Tonight finds you sitting at the Silver Dollar, a cozy bar where you can tuck into a booth and commiserate, clinking every glass together, sloshing your rum and cranberry, growing bolder and surlier. Youâre making more plans. Em is leaning her forehead into her palm, looking dejected. You donât want to see her like this.
âEm. Em! Em, letâs fuck somebody. Letâs have fun.â
She can hear the tone you get when youâre about to make a bad decision, but she just smiles without looking up.
âIâm serious! Why should we suffer?â
Your best friend looks up, to your delight, the gleam in her eyes matches yours.
âAlright. Yeah. Letâs fuck somebody.â
You may have squealed. Youâve had a threesome before. Youâd agreed to sleep with your ex and his ex, against your better judgment, but you only live once, right? And you and Em had fooled around a bit. Something of a party trick. Maybe it was a tired cliche, but it did always heat things up to make out with your friend to the cheers and encouragement of the people around you. It never meant anything, so why not? You trust Em, she trusts you, and you know that no matter what, youâll have each other if no one else.
Em ordered one more round while you touched up your lipstick, feeling electric. You had a nice buzz, feeling tingly and charming. Scooting over to sit on the same side of the booth as your friend, you began to scan the room, smiling, searching, leaning close to talk in Emâs ear, pointing out who would or wouldnât work for your stress reliever. Maybe youâd never needed to invoke âthe planâ before because you and Em rarely fell for the same types. Agreeing wasnât going to be easy. There were big guys, barrel chested, bearded and loud, young, smug white guys who were almost certainly in âfinanceâ or whatever, ball cap wearing plaid shirted bros who would probably spring for pizza after. None you could agree on. You had begun to think that the fantasy could be enough to get you by when a man strode by you, sidled up to the bar, and waved to the bartender with such a commanding presence that you and Em were both spellbound. You blinked at him, looked at each other, looked back to him, and watched as he took his drink and turned to survey the room before finding a spot to settle in.
He was handsome. You would guess he was in his mid forties, putting him roughly fifteen years ahead of you, not that you minded. He had thick brown curls, just slightly overgrown, beginning to show a hint of gray, and creases at the corners of his eyes. He was in a suit, but no tie. He had a ring on his left hand.
âProbably meeting his wife.â You huffed to Em, more disappointed than was probably necessary for the circumstances. Her smile had dropped as well though, and you turned back to your drinks. You wanted to be hoes, not homewreckers. Right?
Dave had seen you. He saw you smiling and laughing, grabbing each otherâs hands as you talked. It was hard to miss your animated conversation. Hard to not notice your low cut dress and her snug tank top. You must be in your early thirties. Maybe mid thirties. Adults, but with some spark of youth and possibility left. Dave secured a glass of whiskey and found his vantage point- a high top table in the corner. He could easily see you, but youâd have to crane your necks to see him.
He pulled out his phone and typed a quick text. âLate meeting, won't be home for a while. Donât wait up, love you.â and sent it to Carol. Carol, his unassuming wife and mother of his children. Always so understanding about his late nights at the office.
The Silver Dollar wasnât really the place to dance, but there was a juke box and a pool table, so rather than call it a night, you sunk a few dollars into the machine and selected Dreams by Fleetwood Mac, the first few notes drawing mixed responses from the nearby crowd. You canât make everyone happy.
Em chalked her pool stick and you racked the balls- was that the right word? Who cares? You made them look like a triangle and sang along to your song. âItâs only me who wants to wrap around your dreamsâŚâ you sang to yourself as you stood and turned. Your eyes landed on the handsome man once more. His eyes were on you, his glass tilted to his lips and you could swear he was smiling. He couldnât be, though. You smiled with closed lips and turned away.
âEm. Look. Look. That guy is LOOKING at us.â
Always subtle, Em dropped the end of her pool cue to the floor, tossed her hair over her shoulder, and smiled right at him.
âMaybe heâll come over! Looks like heâs alone.â
You ventured another look, and he was indeed all alone at his table, and he was definitely still looking your way. He didnât look away as he sat down his glass and strode toward you.
âGood song, but you suck at pool.â
You scoffed at his opening line, annoyed that he was already being a dick and eager to hear more of his smooth, deep voice.
âShow us how itâs done then, babe. Put balls in holes and maybe my friend will give you a kiss. Keep you from saying anything dumb.â
If he can be an asshole, you can be an asshole.
âDeal.â
He regarded you for a moment, leaned over the sticky felt, and jabbed the cue forward. The white ball tapped the orange ball and the orange ball knocked the yellow ball into the side pocket. Of course it did. He looked at Em expectantly, and ever the good sport, she kissed him softly, giving his tie a little tug. His smile was infuriating.
âHow about you, sweetheart? What do you want to wager?â
You thought about it, then winked at Em.
âMake another shot like that and Iâll kiss her.â
âYouâd do that anyway. Think of something else.â
There he went being an asshole again. A confident, cocky, good-looking asshole.
âAlright, make three more shots and weâll take you to the bathroom.â
His eyes glittered and the corner of his mouth lifted a tiny bit as he looked back and forth from you to Em, and Em to you.
âIâm going to make four shots and then weâre going back to mine.â
âThatâs a pretty bold assumption. What makes you think we would leave with you?â Em was at your side now, arm around your waist, while you combed your fingers through her hair lightly. You could tell she didnât mind his lousy personality. She never recognized a red flag. You liked his voice though, and his eyes were kind of nice. He had the nose of a Greek god. If she wanted to go home with him, why shouldnât you indulge her? Safer to go together anyway.
âYou came here just to go home with somebody. Itâs either one of these guys,â he said, gesturing to the crowd that had gathered around a college basketball game on the tv âor it's someone who can make you come.â
âAlright, well thatâs a lot of big talk. Move the balls and weâll see what happens.
And he does. First one, then another and another and another. He does it quickly and as easily as if the balls had been pulled with string. He grins wide, showing his straight white teeth and how his eyes crinkle at the corners. He really is handsome. Maybe youâd be insufferable too if you were an attractive man. He slid his arm around you, pulling you close for a kiss that made your pussy throb. When he pulled away, he didnât turn you loose, just smirked and pulled Em in for another just like it. You heard her moan softly into his mouth.
âLetâs go.â He snaps his fingers and tilts his head toward the door. âIâll get a cab.â By the time your tab was settled at the bar, a black sedan was waiting. He opened the door for you, ushering you inside with a gloved hand, sealing your plans for the night.
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His apartment was immaculately clean, with little in the way of personality. This was clearly not his home, and while that raised a few questions, neither you or Em thought it was wise to ask. You didnât ask about the ring, either. You asked his name and heâd told you, but offered nothing more. Maybe you should have been more cautious, but his cool, detached demeanor, the car with a driver, the expensive looking coat and shoes he wore, and the way he smelled clean and well-off in an indescribable sort of way were enough to reassure you that he wasnât planning to murder you. He didnât look like a killer.
âGet comfortable. Weâll be a while.â Dave called from the kitchen where he poured wine into three glasses. You and Em each settled into a cushion on the couch, leaving room for him to sit in the middle. When he returned with the wine, he frowned.
âYouâre still dressed. I told you to get comfortable. Take your clothes off.â You were a little taken aback at how blunt he was, but you began to unzip your dress. He stopped you again, more thoughtful this time. âUndress each other.â
Dave knew girls like you. Fun girls. Girls he could blow off steam with. You would think you were giving him the thrill of a lifetime, that you were in control. Exactly the kind of girls he liked to push to their limits and see what they were really game for. Would one of you be more bold than the other? Would one of you pout and feel left out? Maybe youâd surprise him. Maybe youâd be just what he was looking for.
Turning to Em, you exchange knowing looks and pull her tank top up, gathering the material in your hands, slowly exposing her inch by inch, taking time to rub your hands over each bit of newly exposed skin. You took extra care in lifting the skimpy top over her tits, pulling the hem snug as you inched it up, letting them bounce lewdly as they were freed. You snuggled close to her, tracing your fingers over her hardening nipples as she finished unzipping your dress, letting it fall. Em gently squeezed your breasts, pushing them up, kneading at the plush swell of them, daring to lean forward to take a nipple into her mouth.
Of course, this was all a show, a little put-on for Daveâs benefit. Pleased with yourselves, you turned to see his reaction. He had taken his place on the couch, tie loosened, shirt untucked,knees spread wide, eyes dark, and hands resting suggestively, dangerously close to the bulge that strained against his pants.
He raised his eyebrows. âKeep going. I said naked. This isnât skinemax, ladies.â
âSure looks like youâre enjoying it so far.â Em piped up from behind you as she slid her hands around your waist, tucking her fingertips into the lacy band of your panties, sliding her hands forward and down to cup your mound. You wiggled your hips and smirked at him, holding his gaze as you leaned back to catch your best friendâs lips in a soft kiss. His hips rocked ever so slightly but he only reiterated âKeep. Going.â
Soon her jeans and both your panties were on the floor and you kissed, groping at each other in the best impression you could do of over-produced porn. You were both wet, seeping arousal, taking turns caressing each otherâs pussies. There was no real intent in your touches, it was all theater.The way Dave watched and moved his hand to cover the tent in his pants didnât escape you. You could see him gently pressing it and squeezing it, you saw how his chest rose and fell. After Em had rubbed your slick onto your nipples and blew on them to make them stiffen, you dragged your fingers through her folds and sucked her taste from your fingers. You kissed her deeply. âDonât you taste good, baby?â You cooed to her.
You watched as Dave stood and loosened his belt, pulling it from his belt loops in a way that made you throb. Dave had had enough of your simpering. âAlright, enough of that. Letâs see if you can listen and earn a little reward, hm? Think you can do that? You both nodded, batting your eyes at him. âKnees, both of you. Right here.â He gestured to the floor at his feet. You obediently kneeled, waiting for his next move. The air was buzzing with anticipation as you got between his knees. You were close, softly pawing at each other, bare breasts bumping together, pouting and kissing and running hands up his thighs. âYou sluts do this a lot, huh? So hungry for cock youâre willing to do anything for it.â He grinned darkly as he unzipped his slacks to release his turgid member.
It was big. you stared at it a moment, lips falling open in awe. You looked to Em, but found her similarly stunned by the cock Dave had just pulled from his pants. You could tell he was well endowed, but it wasnât just big, it was beautiful. Thick, tanned, with a prominent vein running up the underside to a mouthwateringly fat head that shone with precome. âIt wonât suck itself.â Dave interrupted your thoughts.
You licked your lips subconsciously as you watched him stroke his length lazily. The glint of his wedding band, the smooth pull of foreskin covering and uncovering his fat, leaking tip. You yourself for a moment, but Dave brought you back. âYouâd do anything I told you to, wouldnât you? Dumb little whores. You canât help yourselves.â
You blinked up at him, nodding shallowly. He raised an eyebrow at you, and the time to talk was over. You gripped the thick base and licked up the length of him. Em held his balls in her palm as you worked, licking and sucking up one side until she joined you, working in tandem to slick him up with your combined saliva, taking impatient turns sucking the tip into your mouths. You tried to kiss each other with his cock between your lips, letting him thrust into the wet tunnel made by your mouths as your tongues meet under his heavy shaft. Suddenly Em pulls away, kissing you hard before gripping your hair in her hand to guide Daveâs cock into your mouth. She strokes him while she fucks him with your mouth, looking from him to you, pleased with her little trick. Your mind was blank. You let the two of them use you like a toy and your cunt dripped, wetting your thighs. Dave leaned over you and wrapped his warm hand around the back of your neck. You couldnât see what was happening, but you heard the unmistakable sound of kissing.
âThatâs good girls. Great. But if you want a little surprise you have to go get it.â
âGo get it?â You asked dumbly, not understanding what he meant.
âItâs in the bedroom. Right down the hallway. Go ahead, the doorâs open.â
You and Em stood and moved toward the dark hallway, but his voice stopped you in your tracks.
âUh uh. On your knees. Want to see you crawl for me.â
Dave was smirking, but he just held out his hand, gesturing for you to go ahead of him. Another look is exchanged between you and your friend. You saw the flash of uncertainty in her eyes, but she followed suit as you dropped to your knees, arching your back to make a show of crawling as seductively as possible while Dave followed, watching the sway of your hips.
âReally didnât expect to bring home a whore tonight, let alone two.â
You made it to his bed and you both sat on your knees, assuming a submissive position without even being told. Dave had that effect.
âYouâre fast learners. I think you earned your prize. Treasure chest is under the bed, sweetheart. Pull it out.â
He directed Em with a jut of his chin as he untied his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt with care, laying it neatly on the dresser. As he worked to undress, Em pulled a black briefcase from under the bed. She popped the latches and lifted the top, revealing an array of vibrators and dildos and toys youâd only seen in porn.
You picked up a glass wand with a little pink heart on one end, and teased it between your tits.
âThis is quite a collection, DaveâŚYou know how to use all this?â
Dave was stripped down to just his snug black boxers now, pretty cock tucked away once more. He knelt down and took your chin in his big warm hand and spoke softly.
âIâm not going to use them. You are.â He turned to look at Em, smiling sweetly. âOn her.â
It sent a chill up your spine. Where did this man come from? Where did he learn to talk like this? How often does he do this? He was unreal, you thought. Em was similarly affected, her eyes were shining obsidian, and her hand was between her thighs.
âYou want that? Hmm?â He pouted at her mockingly. âGet on the bed and lay down.â You reached for a purple vibrator, but he grabbed your wrist. âIâll pick. Go get between her legs.â You might have been nervous, but when you stood, he smacked your ass playfully, a mischievous smirk on his lips.
Em had made herself comfortable on his pillows, hair fanned out around her head, knees bent, and fingers dipping aimlessly into her slit. âYouâre so pretty.â You cooed to her. âLook at you, sexy girl. You ready to let him watch me fuck you?â Em kissed you, quick and sweet, a reminder that this was something you both wanted. âIâm ready for you, baby. Better make me come.â
Dave brought his âtreasure chestâ to the bed and climbed on behind you. He was close. You could feel his breath on your shoulder before his hands were on your thighs, your belly, pinching your nipple, never staying in one spot long. âI want you to play with her tits.â
You climbed over your best friend forever, and kissed her again, more sensually this time. You plucked at her nipple, then licked the other.
âSuck and squeeze.â
Dave directed from his spot in the bed. You did as he said. You propped yourself up on your elbows and squeezed both her plush breasts, pushing them together and sucking her pebbled little peak. She sighed and you licked over to the other to give it the same treatment, licking, sucking, swirling your tongue over the point. You flexed your fingers, dimpling her flesh. Her sighs became whines, and she began to roll her hips beneath you. You were lost in her warmth, her sweet scent.
âStop. Thatâs enough. Youâre both wet, probably soaking my sheets. Think you can make her come now?â
He hands you a smooth purple vibrator, and presses a button to bring it to life, buzzing in your hands.
Dave shuffled on the bed for a better view as you drew the toy across Emâ mound, making her buck her hips.
âLook at her body begging for it,â he admired. âLower.â
You caressed her slick lips, twisting the toy over her slit teasingly, not pressing, just letting her feel the weight. Em groaned and twisted Daveâs sheets in her fists.
âTouch your tits, pretty girl,â you cooed to her âletâs show him how good you can be.â
She did as you said, delicately skating her fingers around her nipples as you clicked the button to kick the vibe to a higher setting.
Dave held your hips with his big, warm hands as he watched you glide his toy through her folds. You drew it from where she dripped and up over her clit, making several slow passes, before pushing it inside, eased by her arousal. She gasped and pinched at her nipples as you fucked her on the toy. She chased the sensation, needy and unashamed of her desperation to come for you and for Dave.
You wanted so badly to please him.
His breath was warm on your neck, it made your nipples tighten and your pussy throb to be his plaything. You pressed the buzzing tip of the vibrator to her clit and plunged two fingers inside, pumping them deep. In moments she was undone, squeezing your fingers, bucking her hips, rasping your name, but her eyes were on him.
While you were making her come on your hand, he was exploring your body with his hands, feeling the weight of your breasts, caressing over your stomach, testing the wetness of your slick and dripping center. He coated his fingers in your wetness and brought them to your nipples, teasing the tender points before bringing his fingers to your mouth, letting you suck his three slippery fingers clean.
When Emâs moans died down to soft panting, he took the vibrator and tossed it aside.
âThatâs enough,â he declared, turning you and arranging you between her legs. He pushed you against her, you felt the heat of her soft body against you, her arms circling you to pluck at your nipples and push your tits together, kneading and squeezing them for Dave to enjoy.
He watched a moment, shoving his boxers back down his thighs to stroke his cock, dark eyes moving from your tits to your shiny slick pussy, to her lips kissing your shoulder and neck.
âThe two of you were made for this, werenât you? Just two little sluts waiting for a man who knew what to do with you.â
You both nodded and turned your heads to kiss each other, letting your tongues tease at each other.
Dave pushed your legs up and apart, spreading you wide, exposing you. He made Em hold you open, her hands under your knees like he showed her.
The three of you moved against each other, with you sandwiched between them, Dave driving into you, slowly at first so you could feel every bit of the sting and stretch as he entered. He was thick and pulsing inside you, seated deep and snug, you needed him to move.
He drew back slowly, and you anticipated the returning thrust, but he didnât stop. He pulled out and ground his wet cock against your swollen, sensitive folds, the thick head of him nudging at your clit, then suddenly piercing you again, sawing in and out.
He set a punishing pace, slamming into you deep and hard, with one hand on the back of your thigh, and the other on Emâs shoulder, holding her just where the column of her neck sloped down, and felt the rapid beat of her pulse under his hand as you keened pathetically.
The angle of his hips let you feel the rough scratch of the trimmed hair at the base of his cock against your swollen clit. Your orgasm burst, sparking and hot, rippling through your body and his.
âFuck,â he sneered, teeth bared. âOh fuck, yes, little whore pussy wants my come.â
He pulled out of you suddenly, leaving you fluttering around nothing as you came down, and quickly repositioned to take his wet cock in his fist and aim the warm ropes of milky spend across your face.
Cum covered your lips, your nose, your cheeks and chin. You tasted the mild, salty flavor on your tongue.
Dave watched with satisfaction at his work, and Em looked on in dazed awe. He looked between your faces. âClean her up. Don't waste it.â
Em licked your cheek, timidly at first. You twisted to give her better access, and she dragged her soft tongue through Daveâs mess, spreading it, humming at the taste. She reached around your chest to hold your tits in her hands, squeezing them, playing with them as she licked the cooling semen from your face and kissed it into your mouth, sharing it with you for Daveâs enjoyment. When you were finally done, you turned to him, pleased with yourselves.
David showed you to his en-suite and you and Em cleaned yourselves up.
âThat wasâŚâ
âYeah.â
You giggled and whispered to each other, wiping your faces with Daveâs thick, soft washcloths. You patted down your fucked out hair, and left the apartment hand in hand, declining Daveâs offer of an Uber. With your shoes hooked on your fingers, you looked at your best friend.
âWant to get Taco Bell?â
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A Dave York Fan Fic
Sorry itâs been a while people. Life, the Olympics & lots of WIP trying to work out what to do next has consumed my mind. But here we are, itâs a Dave York Saturday & we are here to get naughty with our favourite Stabby Murder Daddy.
Synopsis:- Dave asks you his nanny to accompany him & his family on holiday in Hawaii, but does the trip have alternative motives.
Word count:- 3500
Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! Unfaithful, affair. Anal, oral, PIV, consenting adultery, swearing, alcohol, choking, squirting, cum play ,controlling Dom vibes, rough sex, spanking, sex toys. Basically Dave is a menace at home & away.
Thanks as always for the read peoples, I hope you enjoy. All feedback is welcome .
Heâs been fucking you for months. Carols job means that often sheâs not around when heâs back from a mission. So why not use the nanny. You didnât protest. Youâd fancied Dave for the 8 months before these daliances started. Now on a Tuesday morning after his run, you make sure youâre just in your underwear cleaning the kitchen. He will stroll in, sweating & grab a glass of orange juice from the fridge before bending you over the island in the kitchen & fucking your arse. Youâd never done anal before Dave but you now wish you had, knowing how ferocious & good Dave is. He also fucks you after any mission & a Sunday night. In fact Dave fucks you more than your last boyfriend did in total.
So after months of sex, Dave comes home one day looking excited. He bounces towards Carol as you make dinner, the girls are watching cartoons in the other end of the kitchen.
âLadies, weâre going on holidayâ
âReally?â Carol screeches, clapping her hand.
âYep, 2 weeks in Hawaii in 2 weeks timeâ
âIâm not sure I can get the annual leave at such short noticeâ Carol says concerned her husband is being so reckless & spontaneous.
âYou donât like your job anyhow, just quitâ Daves blunt in his response. This makes Carol laugh.
âIâm sure work can cover meâ
âExactlyâ Carol then give Dave a huge kiss on his cheek.
âHear that girls a nice little family holiday just for 4 of usâŚâ
â5â
â5?â Carol ask & then Dave points at you.
âSheâs coming too, I want some alone time with my wife, she can look after Molly & Aliceâ you turn your head & look at Dave.
âReally? Mr York?â
âReally, & donât worry you will get some days away from us too & Iâll pay you double for when we arenât with the kids too.â
âI donât know what to say, thank youâ
âThatâs more than generous Daveâ Carol raises an eyebrow. âBut it does mean I get time with you so, thank you dearyâ Carol says in a condescending way.
That night Dave fucks you hard & rough. Carol had gone out with friends so Dave made the most of his opportunity once the kids were asleep, & you were bent in half, feet up by your head as he pounded your pussy. Heâs very interested in trying out new positions after finding out you were double jointed, especially as he has now been able to make you squirt for him. He also loves to look at you flutter & clamp around him as you take his girthy length.
âFuck fuck fuck Dave fuckâŚâ his hand goes over your mouth.
âDonât make me smother you with a pillow againâ all this this makes him go faster. His thumb on your clit not missing a beat as you give in & drench him. âOooh fuck sweetheartâ he growls as he then rolls his eyes into the back of his head before he cums. He stays in position catching his breath watching your chest heave, looking at the mess youâve both made. Enjoying the squelching noise as he withdraws, your cunt leaking. He slides his penis through the mess & you know itâs time to sit up & clean the shaft for your boss. He doesnât cum again but he lets out several deep moans.
When your done you look at Dave who then grabs his boxers. He never sleep in your room, itâs always just sex.
âCarol was pissed off when you said I was going to be on holiday with you allâ you say.
âSheâll get over it, she will read free bar at the resort & forget youâre thereâ he scoffs & watches your naked body head to your ensuite bathroom. Your bum & boobs both jiggling.
âWell she had better,â you reply. âIâm guessing Iâm gonna have a different room to you & Carol & the kids?â
âYes we are staying in a little hut in the resort where Carol & I have one room & the girls will had another. Unless you want to sleep on the sofa, Iâve organised you to have master suit in the hotel 2mins away.â Your face does drop when you realise you will be a little bit away from Dave, but you also know that he can sneak out & come see you for some time away from the kids.
âSounds like paradise alreadyâ
Hawaii is beautiful. The hotel is fantastic. The food delicious & the beach & pool exquisite. You could be here forever & never feel guilty.
Yes you have had to work. Each morning you take Molly & Alice to the kids club & there have been 2 evenings so far where youâve had the girls while Dave & Carol have done stuff but Dave has still attended to your needs too. You tried not to laugh one day when Carol said Dave had been for a morning swim, he technically had, heâd just been in your bath tub which was huge in your luxurious hotel room & hed made the water splash over the side of the bath as he held your head under the water & took you. He even at one point put the shower head on jet mode to watch your clit tremble under the water pressure, neither unsure what was soapy residue or cum. He made you orgasm 3 times in 30minutes. But today is a weird one.
âYou can have the night offâ Carol says as you top up Alice sun lotion tonight â& tomorrow morning until 2pm, go enjoy the bar & go party, you deserve itâ
âReally Mrs Yorkâ you raise an eyebrow. Dave not told you they are having the kids or that somethings going on, in fact youâve not seen Dave at all today.
âI want to take the girls to the sleepover movie by the kids club to watch Paddington tonightâ she says.
âWell thank you mrs York.â You had met a couple of girls at the resort who are reps & always ask why you arenât out longer. Tonight you can enjoy being technically single in paradise. Dave hasnât told you, you can see other people. So after applying lotion of both the kids you then start thinking about where your going to go tonight & what your going to wear.
You have dinner with Carol & the girls, still no sign of Dave & then head back to your hotel room & get ready to go out. You pick out your short silver glittery dress. Itâs backless & does just about cover your bum. You straighten your hair & do your best make up. You put on your heels & look in the mirror at your outfit.
âYea I look sexyâ you say to yourself twisting your blonde hair & downing your Prosecco. Everything is on Daves account & he said you could have what you want & youâve taken advantage of that. Why not pre drink even if youâre alone. You then grab your bag & head out to find a bar full of singles to enjoy yourself tonight.
By the third bar youâve met a group of girls & are drinking with them, not showing off your unlimited tab too much but youâve got a round in & some shots. You are coming back from the bathroom to go join them on the dance floor. You are walking past a couple of secluded tables when you see those eyes. The eyes that undress you not matter how they look. Your knickers dampen straight away, as you see Dave sitting in his own, whisky on the rocks in his glass sitting on the far side of the table to not draw attention to him, but much like every man youâve walked past tonight, he has to look at the girl in the short silver dress, oozing confidence, strutting in heels.
âDave?â You say as you stand next to the table. You twist that strand of hair & open your body up for a friendly open aproach.
âEveningâ he replies coldly. Trying not to be affected by his instantly hardened penis under the table.
âHavenât seen you all dayâ you say as you lean on the table perching your bum on the edge. The dress raising a little almost showing your underwear. âWhere have you been handsomeâ
âNone of your businessâ heâs looking stern.
âAll right, calm downâ you say casually & smile. Your eyes beaming. âSo what are you doing here?â
âDrinkingâ
âCan I join you?â You say & reach for his wrist & he pulls his arm away & doesnât reply. Your a little to tipsy to care why heâs here at the moment. âA simple no would have been fineâ you say.
âHow much have you drunkâ
âClearly not enough for me & too much for youâ
âI think you should go back to your hotel roomâ Dave says not looking at you. Heâs trying to act angry but he honestly wants you under the table sucking his dick until he canât cum anymore.
âOnly if youâll join meâ you say seductively. Dave has to look up this time, he sees you lick your lips, & then watches your hand go into his glass to get an ice cube out & press it against your lips. âYou wanna know how relaxed & good I am tipsyâ
âYou need to stopâ
âThought you liked me being naughtyâ you roll the ice cube down your neck. Your hot from the busy bar, alcohol & the fact youâre in a warm place.
âI said stopâ Dave slams a hand int he table. You jolt a little, leaping off the table. He notices your knickers are blue. Heâs trying to not like them.
âBloody hell Dave,â you respond âjust calm downâ
âYou need to stop drinking & go back to your roomâ
âNo Carol gave me the night & tomorrow morning offâ
âGo backâ
âNoâ you grab his whisky & down it. Leaving lipstick on the glass. Condensation from the glass dripping down your neck to your chest & then down your cleavage. Your nipples harden instantly from the cool touch. Heâs trying hard not to get a full erection.
âDonât make me do something I regretâ he snarls.
âI said that the first night I sucked your cockâ
âFor fuck sakeâ he pounds the table with a fist & stands up his eyes looking crazed & incensed. He towers over you so broad & big & all you want to do is wrap your arms around his neck & make out with him, but you can see from the way heâs staring at you that he really isnât teasing. He suddenly realised heâs stood up & raised his voice. He sits back down.âleave me alone,â he mumbles.
âA simple no thanks have a nice evening would have done Daveâ you then hear heels approaching behind you & a busty ginger is walking this way & you catch Daves eyes light up. Heâs being unfaithful to both Carol & you. You sigh & glance back at Dave.
âWell enjoy your evening Dave, remember to use a condomâ you blow him a kiss & walk off not hearing hisâwait you donât understandâ. You walk past the ginger & whisper in her ear hoping she hears you say âheâs marriedâ as you go & find that group of girls. You see her sitting next to Dave a few minutes later. As you & the girls head to the next bar, you can see his thumb on her chin & the other hand stroking her arm tenderly. You canât be shocked Dave would cheat on you too, you are already the affair from his wife.
You eventually get back to your room at about 1:30am, truly loose & relaxed. You lock your door but donât put the chain across it in a tipsy state, & walk across the room shedding your clothes as you go. You look at your naked body in the mirror & sigh.
âBet the ginger had fake titsââyou say to yourself before you reach into your mini fridge & get out a cold bottle of water drinking it all the way down, also enjoying the coldness from the fridge feeling on your skin. You then get into bed & put your phone on charge & reach into the bed side table. You packed a couple of toys with you for the holiday & you need to feel the friction. You donât even use lube, you slowly insert the gspot tickler in & turn it on low.
âOooh fuckâ you grown working up to your favourite setting, which when it pulses on your clit, you call it the Dave setting. Itâs the same rhythm he has when he pleasures you. You reach that setting in about 5 minutes as your legs open wide in the moment & you start moaning his name.
âFuck Dave Dave ooh more stabby more more moreâ your almost at your high with your eyes shut & your thighs trembling, your wrist working your pleasure, when you hear the latch click on the door. You open your eyes which are met with glare & are shocked in silence. Did you not lock the door? Yes you did. The door is now shut, someone is in your room. You go to shakily scream for help with the vibrator still inside you, but a large hand smothers your mouth. Youâd recognise that hand anywhere, & then you feel another hand push the vibrator further in you. You look to the left & see those deep brown eyes, staring at you. They are so wide & dilated & he licks his lips. Iâm your drunken state you forgot Dave had a room key.
âGonna teach you a lesson sweetheartâ Dave hits the button to change the vibrator setting & its short & sharp pulses on your clit keep it fluttering, your cunt oozing as you moan into his hand. âYou might not have been working for us tonight, but I still fucking control you.â
âFuck Daveâ you moan into his hand & then he squeezes his hand over your mouth more.
âNo you showed me up tonight, itâs Mr York, anything else & youll be punishedâ he then very quickly pulls the vibrator out of you & shoves 3 fingers inside your quivering sex, the movement & friction so quick. The wet sounds filling the room.
âFuckâ you scream is muffled slightly as you squirt drenching his hand. A wave of pleasure making your whole body twitch. He cackles watching you come undone so quickly. The hand covering your mouth leaves & you take a big inhale of air before his other hand drenched in your fluids is shoved in your mouth. You obediently suck, eyes wide getting all of the residue off. He snaps his hand back before he then forcefully turns your over. You hear him unzip before your head is pushed into the pillow.
âYou almost fucked tonight up sweetheartâ he says & then he moans as he swipes his cock through your slick, so he doesnât need lube. You then jolt your head up as he fills your arse with one swift thrust.
âFuck fuck fuckâ he raises your head & his hand goes round the back of your neck.
âNo youâre being quietâ you head slammed back into the pillow as you moan. His pace relentless. You can feel heâs still fully dressed as he fucks your arse. âThought you could distract my informant, thought you could fuck up the job Iâve been working on for the last 6 monthsâ your trying to take in what he says but your to busy trying to not scream in pleasure. âNo sweetheart, no wayâ he growls. âGod your arse is so good to fuckâ he smacks your buttock & lifts your head so he can hear you.
âOOoh fuckâ you manage to get out in pure pleasure before he pushes your head into the pillow again. Heâs being dominant & forceful & you like it.
â& you had to wear that short, slutty dressâ he snarls. âYou know I canât control myslef when you wear that oooh fuckâ he can feel you clamp around him, puckering, so he completely withdraws not wanting to cum yet & lifts your head up again.
âFuck Dave please pleaseâ he smack your arse twice.
âSorry whatâs my fucking name sweetheartâ
âMmmrr mmm mr yyy y yo York?â You are overstimulated ready to have your next orgasm, words not forming.
âYouâd better fucking believe itâ he sharply pushes back in & you try to hold on, knowing he doesnât want to cum yet. But then that trigger finger thatâs not holding your head in the pilliow slips inside your cunt & itâs too late.
âFuck Daveâ you cum again âfuck fuck oooh yes oohhhh ahhh ahhhh fuckkkkkâ
âDamn it sweet heart,â heâs jolting. Heâs tensing up you can tell heâs about to burst. Usually at this point especially with your arse, heâd ask if you want him to cum inside you or give you a facial. You donât get that option tonight. You shudder feeing his seed spill inside your arsehole. Oozing out of you, as he screams your name. Completely forfilled & satisfied. âOooh sweetheart I needed thatâ he then letâs go if your hair & withdraws. Your body going limp & dropping flat onto the mattress as you pant, trying to regain cognitive function. You try to move but everything aches from his ferocious pounding of your arse for the last 30minutes.
âDaveâ you mumble & you suddenly feel a long hand move a stand of hair off your face & he kneels next to the side of the bed.
âThat will teach you for disobeying orders & interrupting workâ he says, lifting your head by your chin & kissing you passionately with his tongue inspecting every cavity. He bites your bottom lip & is smug as your head drops back to the mattress & you pass out, fast asleep. You donât know that Dave sits there & watches you to make sure youâre okay for the next 30mins. Before he leaves he makes sure some water & headache tablets are on your bedside table for when you do wake up.
âSo how was last nightâ Carol asks you when you join the Yorks by the pool the next afternoon at 2pm.
âFantasticâ you say as youâdrinking dancing bit of flirting, just a really good night off, thank you for letting me have the morning off tooâ you sit in the Sun lounger & flinch. Daves lasting memory from last night, your arse still feeling sore.
âHmmm looks like someone over did itâ Dave chuckles & peers over the top of his mirrored sunglasses on a sun lounger 2 away from you. Heâs more ogling up your bikini & how easy it will be to take off.
âGo hard or go homeâ you reply in a happy up beat voice trying to not allude to Carol or the kids that you got up to anything naughty with anyone let alone Dave.
âIâm sure you went too hardâ Dave says & Carol playfully hits him.
âThe girls are right hereâ she scoffs at him.
âYes they areâ he then smirks. âGirls do you want ice cream?â They shout back enthusiastically. He then looks at you as he stands up in his blue & white swim shorts, his man hood isnât hard but you can see its outline. âI need an extra pair of hands want to help?â
âOf course mr Yorkâ you stand up. âUsual girls? bubble gum & strawberry?â they cheer & you walk to where the ice cream place the girls like with Dave. Carol not suspecting a thing as she opens the next chapter of her book.
âDo you want ice cream?â He ask.
âYes butâŚâ you raise an eyebrow at himâIâd like something saltier to suck onâ you lick your lips.
âGood girl sweetheartâ he pulls you behind the shower block which is secluded, just a few meters away from where you were sitting. Your gasp & then his lips crash with yours, his hand caressing your face as the other had squeezes your bum. You wince a little as itâs from where he smaked you the night before.
âDave were literally meters away from your familyâ
âSoâŚâ he raises his eye brow. âThought you liked being naughtyâ
âOnly for you Daveâ he pushes you to your knees.
âIâm sorry whatâs my name?â You pull a face âyou still need to understand you place from last nightâ
âYes Mr Yorkâ your small delicate hands slowly pull on his draw strings in his swim shorts. Your eye beaming.
âThatâs my girlâ
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Stockholm's Syndrome
Chapter 4
Pairing: Dave York x female reader.
Rating: E 18+ (minors dni). This is for mature audience only! By continuing reading you agree that you are over 18.
â ď¸â ď¸â ď¸Warning! This is a fic about Dave York. Dave York comes with his own warning so do not say I didn't warn you. â ď¸â ď¸â ď¸
Words: about 2K
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Masterlist â¨
Dave had texted you the night of your birthday party, as he said he would. And over the last few days, you had texted each other every now and then. Mostly him asking what you were doing, though you were sure he somehow knew exactly what you were up to, almost at all hours of the day. Or you asked how his day was going and or if he wanted to stop by later that night. Most nights, he would stop by, either for a quick fuck but sometimes he would fuck you slowly and for hours. Learning what made you moan and what made you scream out his name louder than you had before. And he loved to make you scream; it seemed to only spur him on and fuck you harder and faster, or slower and deeper. Not that you were complaining. He always left you satiated and tired. But he did always leave. He never stayed the night. And you were too chicken shit to ask him to. Because hearing him say no would probably hurt more than him leaving after he had fucked you senseless.
Yet again, it had been a few days since you had seen Dave; he had said he would be going away for a few days, but that didn't stop you from missing him. You missed him more than you should have. You had tried not to fall for him; you really had. But it had been futile to resist. He consumed your every waking hour. You found yourself daydreaming about him on numerous occasions.
Even as you were walking down the aisles of the grocery store, you thought about what it would be like to be walking next to him, picking out items to put in the basket for you to go home together and cook a meal before devouring each other afterwards. Against your better judgment, you pulled out your phone and sent him a quick text. It couldnât hurt now, could it?
When will you be back?
A low buzzing sound sounded out from an aisle or two behind you. And for a split second, you hoped he was there at the store, but you shook your head as if to clear that silly thought out of your mind. He wasn't here; why would he be here? Your phone pinged, and you scrambled to open the text message, hoping it was from Dave.
Sooner than you think. Be patient.
A big smile spread across your lips as you read the text over and over. Your only thought was, how soon was soon? But you refrained from sending another text asking just that question and put the phone back in your purse as you walked into the next aisle.
Stopping in front of the shampoo section, you couldn't reach the higher shelf where your favorite shampoo was. It never failed to surprise you why they insisted on putting it so goddamn high up! It wasnât like you were abnormally short. You were 5 feet, 3 inches. That wasnât short. But they insisted on stocking some of your most parched items on the highest shelves. And it never ceased to annoy the living hell out of you. You were just about to give up or maybe even climb the shelf when you felt a presence behind you, but you didnât need to turn around to know who it was. You already knew exactly who was standing behind you. He moved closer until he was flushed up against your back, his cologne wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, and you leaned back onto him as his hands snaked their way around your waist. His hard cock pressed against your ass. And a smile spread across your lips just at the thought of him getting hard at the sight of your back. Sure, the short sundress you had on probably helpedâprobably not a dress to be going shopping in at this time of the dayâbut it had been another excruciatingly hot day, and even wearing only this, sweat still coated your skin. The only slight reprieve from the heat was being in the AC-controlled store.
âDid you miss me?â He asked, his voice low, and his breath fanned over my neck and left side of my face as he leaned in and planted a soft kiss just below my ear. He groaned in your ear and pushed himself harder into you. Letting you feel his hard cock pressing into you. A soft moan slipped from your lips.
âYes,â you said, already breathless and your breathing becoming labored. Just having him close to you again, you sighed a breath of relief. âWhat are you doing here?â You asked and turned your head slightly to look at him over your shoulder.
âI had to see you. I just got back into town. Now be a good girl and donât move.â One of his hands slid from your waist down to your thigh. The store wasnât that crowded, but there were still some people walking up and down the aisles. You wondered if you should tell him to stop. But the idea of getting caughtâthe idea of him taking you right then and thereâwas too thrilling to refuse. Not that you were sure you even had it in you to refuse him. If this was what he wanted, then this was what he would get.
 You spread your legs slightly as his hand moved up your thigh, closer to your aching core. Where you needed his touch the most. His finger grazed over your clothed pussy, and he pressed down on your clit, causing a moan to escape your lips.
âWe donât want to attract any attention and get kicked out before Iâve made you cum, now do we?â He asked, his lips closed to your ear, and his teeth grazed gently along your ear. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin at the sound of his voice and the way his fingers kept sliding up and down your pussy. You could feel the wetness growing on your panties as your slick began to trickle out of you. He had you turned on and wet beyond normal within mere seconds.
âNo. Iâll be good. I promise.â You vowed. Sliding your panties to the side, he let one finger slide in between your wet lips.
âAlready so wet. Fuck, this turns you on, doesnât it? You want me to fuck you here in this store right now, donât you? His voice was low and almost threatening, but it was like music to your ears. That was exactly what you wanted. What you needed. You needed to feel him inside of you now. You didn't want to wait until you got back to your apartment, or fuck even out to his car if he had it parked out back. You needed him to take you here now, with the risk of getting caught only spurring you on.
âYes, please, Dave, fuck me here, now,â you pleaded with him. Begged him to give you what you so desperately needed.
âYouâre so goddamn filthy and depraved, and I fucking love it. Bend over and show me that sweet ass of yours, and I'll bury my cock in your deliciously tight pussy.â Without any protest, you did as he asked, bending over slightly and pushing your ass out and into his now rock-hard cock that was pressing against his lacks.
As one hand kept sliding up and down your slit and every now and then pressed against your throbbing clit, his other hand left your waist and you heard the telltale sound of a zipper being unzipped before he lined himself up with your hole and pushed all the way inside in one slow thrust.
You gripped the shelf in front of you for support as he began to move in and out while his fingers still pressed and circled your clit. The tightness within began to build fast. And you knew he would have you cum within mere moments.
âSay my name,â he demanded, his voice strained from thrusting into you hard and slow and from him holding back. âTell me who makes you feel this good.â
âYou, oh fuck. You Dave, only you,â and that was the truth. Ever since your first encounter, you hadnât even looked at another man and found them attractive. All you ever thought about was Dave. How he knew just how to make you melt into putty in his hands. How he managed to make you do things you had secretly always wanted to do but had always been too afraid to ask for with any previous partner. He just knew what you wanted and needed without you having to ask.
âFuck, your sweet pussy is squeezing me so damn tight. Iâm going to need you to cum. I wonât last long.â His hot breath on your neck as he kept thrusting into you in slow and hard thrusts was like throwing gasoline on an already smoldering fire. âCum for me, baby.â
That last sentenceâhim calling you baby and him pressing down while circling your clit is what finally sent you. The rush of sensation hit you hard and fast as you came. You bit down on your lower lip to keep from screaming out his name. Though you were sure he would have loved that. You, however, would have never been able to show your face at this store again, and it was the one closest to your apartment.
âFuuuck!â He gasped and pushed as deep into you as he could, and then he came too. Pouring himself into you. His cock twitched a few times before he stilled, and he leaned his head against your shoulder as he breathed slowly. âYou will be the death of me.â
He pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants after he had repositioned your panties back into place. You turned around to finally look at him.
âMe? You are the one who snuck up on me while I was just minding my business, shopping,â you said, smiling sweetly at him. âHow is it that you knew exactly where I was, by the way?"
âI may have put in a tracker on your phone,â he confessed. He looked you up and down before meeting your eyes. You didnât care that he had done that; to be honest, the moment you realized he was behind you, that had been your first thoughtâthat he may have actually been spying on you and keeping track of you. And you found it cute in a sick and twisted way. But then again, nothing about whatever this was that you had with Dave was normal by any measure.
âHmm⌠I thought you might have.â
âYouâre not pissed?â He asked and looked at you, almost shocked. Like he had expected you to lose your marbles when you found out.
âNope, and just so you know, I found the cameras in my apartment too, and no, Iâm not mad about them either. I find it kind of endearing that you went through all that trouble just so that you could keep an eye on me.â You wanted him to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you did not care or were mad at him about it all. No matter how messed up it all was or how you two had stumbled upon each other, you were glad you had.
âWow, youâre almost as fucked up as me, arenât you?"
âAlmost,â you agreed.
He grabbed your hand and started to pull out towards the exit.
âBut my groceries!â You called out.
âFuck the groceries. You can come back tomorrow and finish your shopping. Iâm taking you out to dinner, then weâre going back to your place, where I tend to have my desert in private."He smirked at you as he looked behind him to see your reaction. A big smile grew on your lips as he continued to pull you by your hand out of the store and over to where his car was parked.
When he reached his car, he walked with you over to the passenger side and opened the door for you.
âSuch a gentle man,â you mocked, but not in a mean way. In a playful way. Because the first time he put you in his car, you had been unconscious. And you were almost sure he had put you in the trunk that night.
"Oh, I most definitely am not, most of the time. But for you, I am willing to make an exception,â he replied with that half smirk upon his lips that sent a shiver down your spine and had your body humming again. Desperate and wanting for more and anything this man would give you. And now he wanted to take you out for dinner. But after that, you were sure he was going to give you the best night of your life.
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found this again, obsessed with it again, I need him pls again and again and again, like i am losing it fr
Façade - A Dave York Drabble
So! This was originally a drabble prompt from my good partner in smutty crime, @just-here-for-the-momentâ, but since this stupid hell site canât work properly and allow me to copy this into my response to her ask, Iâm relegated to posting it as a stand-alone blog.Â
Pairing: Dave York x OFC | Dave York x Spitfire
Disclaimer: Written in 2nd person narrative, you can safely assume our heroine and love/lust interest is a Latina, written by a Latina. Hereâs my philosophy on my writing, for further context.
Rating: Mature/Explicit đ
đ¨Author chooses not to include detailed warnings, but if you know the Equalizer universe and read Dave York fics, you know the kind of content to expect. This is depraved smut of the filthiest caliber, so youâve been forewarned. However this story includes mentions of adultery/infidelity, allusions to violence, combative sexual dynamics, implied obsessive behavior, dominance fixation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, and unhealthy coping mechanism.
Word Count: 19,500+
Façade
Itâs your assignment.
And youâve had just about enough of him derailing it.
The conference room is charged with the acrimony that is incongruent with the affable expression plastered on the lead intelligence advisorâs face across from you. Yeah, fine â heâs the man who oversees all divisions of the agencyâs work. And sure â the fact heâs the senior person in the room with the most awards and has the brassâ ear on almost everything doesnât help, nor the fact that heâs Plummerâs favorite errand boy.
Nope. None of it bodes well in your favor, and that doesnât help your simmering irritation from spiking sharply at the broad set of his shoulders or the aloof purse of his lips as he looks over the plans.
You donât like Dave York.
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Sweet Dreams
Summary: For you it was just a very intense wet dream, clearly never thinking a candle you bought at an occult store would give you the best orgasm you had ever experienced. For Dave York, cursed to fuck whoever lit said candle, you were a willing virgin waiting for him to take you.
Pairing: Ghost!Dave York x fem. reader
Wordcount: 2.5k
Rating: E
Warnings: non con/ dub con (I don't know how to tag this, reader thinks it's a dream, but it's really ghost Dave fucking her), smut (oral sex m+f receiving, unprotected sex), ghost cumplay, dream sex but not really, dirty talk, losing virginity, spooky stuff, candles (do not light candles and then go to bed!)
Shout out @clawdee for the idea with the cursed candle. Otherwise this whole thing would be even weirder lol
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Dave York had been watching you the moment your fingertips touched the candle at the little occult store you had been in.Â
He still had no idea who the fuck whoever cursed him knew who his next, letâs call them unknowingly willing partner, was, nor did he know how this all started.Â
One moment he was on top of a tower trying to kill that Fucker Hall, the next moment he found himself in a dark bedroom, his nose filling with the scent of sandalwood and cherry with a fucking hard on from hell with nothing on his mind but sinking into whatever hole was made available to him.Â
Hell.
Yeah maybe that was who cursed him.Â
Cursed him that the moment one of that cursed fucking scented candles were about to be lit, his body would become a vessel for all the dirty things those mostly not so innocent minds dreamed up, and he was only able to stop once he fucked his cum so deep inside of them, he became a part of them.
And it was always on fucking Halloween. Maybe it had to do with ghosts being able to walk the earth or some shit like that.Â
Itâs not like he got a training at being a fucking ghost. (You get it? A fucking ghost⌠anyways)
He remembered the first time he had come back, he remembered the blonde woman he had fucked and he remembered not being able to stop. Like he would died (pun intended) if he did not fuck her in positions he hadnât even tried out before until he passed out.Â
Itâs like everything he did was controlled by someone or something. He just thought it easier to imagine it was the person who lit the candle who was controlling their little fuck session.Â
The longer he stayed dead, the better he got at influencing their wet dreams.Â
He had fucked them all.
Young women, old women, young men, old men, very old men, trans men and women.
Married women with their husbands sleeping next to them while he fucked their wife in ways they would only dream of.Â
And they were none of the wiser.Â
When they woke up after he fucked them for hours, after he blew out the candle (which the dad side of him saw as a fucking fire hazard, I mean who lights a candle and then goes to bed?) and went back to wherever he was until someone else lit one of those candles again, they only thought they had a super intense wet dream.Â
He long gave up on trying to figure out why his dick seemed get hard the moment a fucking candle got lit. Or how it worked. Or who chose who would got one of those candles. By now he was just enjoying the ride. (Or to get ridden, preferably reverse ;-)
I mean, who in their right mind would think a cursed ghost would appear after they bought and lit a sex dream candle at an occult store and fucked them all night?
But youâŚ. He could tell you were special.Â
You were wearing a long black dress, a pointy black hat, a witch costume he realised, laughing about something the two girls who were with you were saying, reading out the instructions written on the glass of the candle out loudly.Â
âFor hundreds of years the ingredients of this candle have been the same, sandalwood, cherry and some magical extra ingredients that will turn your deepest fantasies into a night full of pleasure,â she read out loud.Â
You looked shy, arguing about spending money on a shitty candle just because thereâs some silly line written on it.Â
âDo it for the orgasms,â your one friend grinned and Dave could see how you were fighting with yourself.Â
âImagine you experience such a good wet dream, you think you lost your virginity,â your other friend whispered, making you slap her arm with a scandalised gasp before all of you giggled.
A virgin.
It had been some time since Dave got to fuck one of those.Â
Since he didnât know how long he actually had been doing whatever the fuck he was doing, he only had a vague memory, but he thought it was at least some years ago.Â
His encounters all blurred together after a while.Â
He still watched you as you reread the writings on the candle before you brought it to your nose to inhale the scent.Â
âFine. I am buying the sex dream candle,â you sighed with a chuckle and he watched you go up to the counter any pay, his cock twitching.Â
He stayed back as you left the store, still none of the wiser about what was gonna happen once you chose to light the candle and go to sleep. He only stayed long enough to watch you walk down the street before he disappeared again, waiting for your call.Â
Which came eventually.
Dave was standing at the feet of your bed, watching you sleep, the candle lit on a dresser not too far away.Â
He was pleased to find you alone in bed, having thought of all the ways he wanted to have you ever since he had seen you in the store.Â
While partners sleeping next to his intended partner werenât a problem, the candle seemingly taking care of doing whatever it was that it was doing also knocking them out, he preferred to be alone in the bed while he fucked his partner.Â
Letting his fingertips brush over your soft bedsheets, he closed his eyes, his clothes gone when his eyes opened again, his cock hard and already leaking.
He wanted nothing more than to pull your bedsheets away and sink into your virgin pussy, but decided that he wanted to take his time with you.Â
Ever so slowly he got onto your bed, crawling until he was hovering over your face, his head tilting to the side as he watched you.Â
He wondered if you would scream if youâd wake up right now. If you would slap him, scratch him, trying to get him off of you.Â
And deep down Dave knew that you would.Â
If you would wake up as normal you right now, he would be fucked.Â
But he knew the only part of your brain that would wake up during the next hours was the part that was absolutely feral and horny and ready to get fucked.Â
He smirked, leaning down, his nose brushing over your cheek as he inhaled your scent deeply, chuckling to himself when he felt you shiver.Â
He sat himself up, kneeling above you, your legs between his, pulling at your sheets until the only fabric separating his skin and yours was the buttoned shirt you had on to sleep.Â
Some buttons had come open, revealing some of your tits to his eyes and he licked his lips before he opened the last few buttons, slipping the fabric open.Â
âFucking perfect virgin tits,â he grinned to himself, his fingers brushing over your already hard nipples. He let his eyes wander, positively delighted to find out you werenât wearing any panties.
âDirty girl,â he hummed before he leaned down to put one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it.Â
He let one of his hands slip between your legs, finding you already wet and dripping. His eyes caught what looked like your vibrator laying abandoned on the bed not to far away from you and he grinned to himself.Â
You were fucking touching yourself before he got here.Â
Playing with your pussy while he sucked on your tits he noticed your body reacting to him, one of your hands slipping through his hair with a soft sigh. When he looked up at you, your eyes were still closed but you were smiling.Â
âGonna have a taste of this pretty pussy now,â he said to no one in particular as he slipped down your body. He parted your legs for him, wrapping his arms around your thighs. His cock was fucking throbbing as he licked into you. Moaning at the faint taste of you, this afterlife not letting him have your full taste but just enough to drive him insane.Â
He played with you, feeling you trying to roll your hips against his mouth, a little sigh escaping your lips. He grinned as he played with your clit, one finger slipping inside of you.Â
âWonder why nobody fucked this pussy yet. Is it you or is it them?â He asked out loud, slipping another finger inside of you as he just looked up at you, your lips parted, your brows furrowed. You were clenching around his fingers and he was about to cum just thinking about fucking you. To be the first cock inside of you.Â
And you wouldnât even know it happened.Â
He angled his fingers inside of you until you jerked against him and he grinned when he felt that spongy spot inside of you.Â
âYou gonna cum for me,â he hummed before he sucked your clit between his lips, swirling is tongue around it, and he felt the moment you fell apart, your back arching from the mattress, your lips parting in a low moan, your pussy squeezing his fingers like a vice.Â
âFucking beautiful,â he grunted.
He continued to move his fingers inside of you, prolonging your orgasm until he slipped them out, licking them clean. He sat himself up on his knees, his hand wrapping around his cock, pumping it slowly as he watched you.Â
He got some sick sense of satisfaction out of watching you just lay there, unconscious but willing to be fucked like a dirty whore. And he knew you were willing because he was only doing what you wanted.Â
Because you were dreaming it.
You were dreaming of getting fucked. He was just a vessel for your little dirty mind.Â
He hummed, bending down to kiss up your body, his lips closing around one of your nipples, playing with it. He lined himself up, slipping the head of his cock through your wet folds.Â
Letting go of your nipple with a plop he rested his weight on one arm next to your head, his face hovering over yours, watching you as he slowly pushed his cock into you.Â
He watched every expression of your face as he filled you, deeper and deeper, your pussy so wet he felt no resistance at all. When you gasped as he pushed through your barrier he grinned, his cock now fully inside of you.Â
The first cock you ever had.Â
The one you wouldnât even remember.Â
âNot a virgin anymore you little slut,â he grunted before he began to move. Fucking his cock into you wet pussy over and over again. He was surprised when you tilted your face up to kiss him, your eyes still closed. He hummed against your lips, his tongue parting your lips, kissing you deeply all while pumping into you faster and you moaned against his mouth.Â
Grinning he parted from your lips, pulling his cock out of you.Â
With little effort he turned you on your stomach, pulling your ass up so you were on your knees, before he was inside you again. His fingers digging into your hips as he fucked himself into you in hard quick thrusts.Â
You were so fucking wet you were dripping down his balls.Â
It wasnât long before you began to meet his thrusts, now moaning shamelessly into your pillow while still deeply asleep.Â
He slapped your ass, before he leaned down to wrap his arm around you, pulling you up against his chest. With his hand gripping one of your tits as he kept you flush against his chest he pumped his cock inside of you.Â
The sound of skin slapping against skin the only noise in the room, apart from your moans.Â
âYou gonna cum for me again,â he whispered against your ear, feeling your shiver. Smirking his other hand wrapped around your neck, using only a tiny bit of pressure to choke you, your pussy clamping down on him immediately a loud moan escaping your lips as you came, Dave grunting behind of you as he fucked you through your orgasm before he groaned, biting into your shoulder as he came, fucking you full of his cum.Â
You were both out of breath, panting as he held you up. As soon as he released his grip around you you fell back into your bed and Dave chuckled to himself.Â
He was still hard.
And he wasnât finished yet.Â
He moved to lay down on his side, putting your body against him, his cock entering you from behind.Â
âI wonder how many positions you wanna be fucked in before weâre finished,â he hummed against your ear, his hand playing with your clit as he fucked into you.Â
It was almost time for the sun to come up when he didnât feel the need to fuck you anymore.Â
You finally must be running out of ideas. Or you werenât horny anymore.
No, not that. He could see your pussy still dripping from your shared releases. Of course you wouldnât know it was his⌠ghost cum leaking out of you.Â
In the beginning he questioned if he would be able to impregnate someone like this, but by now he just didnât care anymore.Â
He must say, this might have been his favourite encounter yet. He almost lost it when he was fucking your face, finding himself wishing you would open your eyes so he could see your eyes watering as he fucked your throat over and over again.Â
Who could have known how deeply kinky and horny you little virgin whore were?
He took one last look at you, sweaty and positively wrecked, the mark he sucked into your neck on full display, a soft smile on your kiss swollen lips, before he walked over towards your dresser where the candle was still flickering.Â
He blew it out, watching the smoke rise into the air, feeling his body get lighter.
When he turned around, already feeling his body slip into nothingness he was surprised to find your eyes opened and looking at him.Â
You were awake.Â
That had never happened before. He usually was gone before they woke up.Â
But before he could process what was happening or hear you scream he was gone.Â
Waiting for next Halloween when someone would light a seemingly innocent scented sex dream candle they bought at a witchy store, that would summon him to fuck them senseless. Â
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Know Better
Pairing: Daddy!Dave York x bratty!fem!reader
Word count: 1.2k
tags/warnings: heavy daddy kink, spanking, dom dave york, sub reader, vaginal fingering, orgasm denial, pussy spanking, brat tamer dave york, dirty talk, embarrassment
Summary: You disobey Dave and he has no choice but to punish you for it.
A/N: Here's a surprise Dave fic that nobody asked for because I got pissed off on vacation. Also, I saw this as a sugar daddy/brat kind of situation, but you can obviously imagine it any way you want!
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âDaveee!â
You whine loudly from where youâre perched and on a pool float, watching him as he makes another business call. He shoots you a sharp look that should be warning enough for you to stop, but youâve never been one to learn your lesson the easy way.
You know itâs an important call since he paused his lounging with you to answer it. The two of you have been sitting by the pool for a few hours now, not really talking, but just enjoying each otherâs presence as he read a book in his chair, and you laid out on your long float. Still, you canât help but try to get his attention solely on you again.Â
âDaveeeee,â you moan again, stretching his way.Â
He turns to look at you again, gaze fiery as he points to the phone and mouths at you to quit. You should probably stop while youâre ahead, but you donât. With all the work heâs been doing lately, he promised he would be spending this weekend with you, and only you.
You put on a heavy pout and pull yourself out of the pool to walk over to him. You canât hear whatâs being said on the other side of the phone, but itâs not like youâre trying too hard as you walk up to him and throw your arms around his neck. You nuzzle a couple of kisses to his clean-shaven jaw and whisper in his unoccupied ear.Â
âCome back, Daddy. I want you over here.âÂ
He moves his hand to your waist, and you think for a second that youâve won him overâquicker than you thought you would as well. But then he squeezes. Hard. Hard enough for you to attempt to get out of his grasp.
âIâm sorry, Mr. Tell, but Iâm going to have to give you a call back.â
Your eyes widen at the grip and the tone he speaks with. And that nameâŚyou know that name. You know they must be talking aboutâŚ
Shit. Thatâs what youâre in. Deep fucking shit.
âYes sir, thank you. Bye.â
He hangs up the phone and sets it slowly on the table next to him. His hand comes up to grip your forearm tightly and he leans down until his face is less than an inch from yours.Â
âWhat the fuck did I tell you about interrupting my phone calls?â he demands in a cold tone.Â
You shiver in his hold as shameful tears start to sting the backs of your eyes. Youâve never heard him talk to you in such a way. Sure, heâs been firm at times, maybe agitated with your bratty attitude, but never downright angry at you.
âDave, I-I didnât meaââ
âInside,â he growls. âNow. And I donât know who the fuck youâre calling âDaveâ right now.âÂ
He lets you go with a small but forceful push toward the door. You know what happens now. Again, heâs dabbled in the idea of punishment, but so far, heâs never actually had a good reason to act on it.Â
You take a trembling step inside and head toward the bedroom, Dave hot on your heels. You donât even have a chance to peel out of your bathing suit before he grabs your arm again and drags you over his lap as he takes a seat on the bed. You yelp as he pulls your bikini bottom down, exposing your lower half.Â
âI take it you understand how important that call was.â
He waits for you to nod softly before continuing, one hand rubbing your ass in a careful motion.Â
âSo you understand why Iâm doing this. âÂ
You nod again, holding in a sniffle.Â
He doesnât wait any longer before lifting his hand and then bringing it down hard on your bare ass. You grasp the sheets in front of you and yelp in pain. Your skin is still damp from getting out of the pool, so the smack hurts even more than it would normally.
You bite your lip to hide any more sounds as he quickly does it again, your body jolting with the force of it.
âLittle fucking brat. Think you can just have all of my time.â
You sniff, a rogue tear running down your cheek.Â
âBut, Daddyââ
Another smack, one that makes you practically scream comes down, and then another right after.
âBrats and attention whores donât get to talk back to their daddies,â Dave barks back. He rubs your stinging ass again, and you flinch even at that contact.Â
âYou have three more.â He tells you, no gentleness in his tone. âCount.â
You nod and brace yourself for the next hit, but it doesnât come. Instead, you feel him reach his hand lower to rub across your wet folds. A dark chuckle comes from above you as he runs his middle finger over your clit.Â
âFucking slut,â he breathes through a laugh.Â
Itâs only then, once you relax, that he spanks you again, this time with enough force to cause a welt. You scream out and squirm in his lap.Â
âCount.âÂ
âO-One,â you shake.Â
He rubs your pussy again, roughly smearing your slick. He then brings that same hand up and delivers another swift slap.
âTwo,â you say, tears running freely now.Â
And again, his hand is back, one finger prodding your hole and making you moan despite yourself.Â
But then he retracts it and winds up to send the last spank onto the sensitive flesh of your ass.Â
âThree!â You scream as your body jolts.
Even though you can still feel his anger, Dave relaxes a bit at your pain and obvious regret. His hand goes down to your cunt again, letting a finger slide fully in this time. His thumb goes to your clit, rubbing tight circles as a coil starts to wind in your abdomen.Â
âMm, Daddy, please,â you beg. It feels so good. You never thought pain could contrast pleasure so nicely.Â
âYeah, you want Daddy to let your slut pussy come on his hand?âÂ
âMm, yes please, Daddy.â
You keeps working you, letting you get closer and closer, your toes start curling as you grasp onto the sheets and thenâ
Then he pulls out. You whine sharply in protest.
âDaddy, no!â
You shut up as he spanks your pussy, a wet smacking sound coming from between your messy thighs, which tremble with the rest of your body at the feeling. The build up is gone, and youâre left feeling betrayed and embarrassed. Not to mention with a sore ass.Â
âNo. Bad girls donât get treats.â
He helps you up, your bikini bottoms still around your knees as he stands up.
âGo get in the shower. Dinner will be ready when you get out.â He turns to leave, but then turns back to you after a couple of steps. âAnd donât you fucking dare touch that little cunt. Iâll know if you do, and you wonât be coming for a long time if you choose to disobey me again.â
He leaves the room without another word, leaving you needy and fucking furious. But you get in the shower anyway, and you donât risk touching yourselfâeven though you really fucking want to. You know better than to disobey Daddy, after all.Â
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Hi, babes! Sorry I've been a bit off the radar recently. I've been on vacation (as previously mentioned) but will be coming back tmw. TTF updates and requested fics will be posted regularly once I get back home!
#pedro pascal#fan fiction#ao3#pedro pascal smut#smut#pedro pascal characters#dave york smut#dave york#dave york x reader#dave york fanfiction#dave york fic#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal character fanfic#pedro pascal fandom#discipline
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Maybe Dave comes home to a dark house, Carol and the kids are gone for the weekend, heâs pulling off his beanie, putting away his weapons in the hidden safe, he knows he wasnât followed, so he can relax for a while now. EXCEPT! As heâs pouring himself a glass of bourbon he hears the floor creak behind him. He canât react fast enough, the rag is over his nose and his vision blurs before everything turns black. Reader has been biding her time, waiting in the dark, and now when Dave comes to he is tied to the bed, wrists bound together above his head, stripped naked. He tries to jerk free, but reader is straddling his thighs and her knots are secure. Sheâs naked on top of him, save for a black mask over her eyes. He canât help that heâs hard. She smiles at him, and reaches behind her for something. A soft click and a cool drip along his length, she spreads a generous amount of lube over his cock- and it has to be a lot to really coat all of him. Heâs easily one of the biggest sheâs ever seen, thick from base to tip and uncut. She uses both hands to slowly stroke him, lube dripping over his fingers as she works him messily. He closes his eyes and tries to reconcile whatever is happening right now with the way he needs to come. Sheâs twisting and stroking and the sensations are making his whole body buzz. He raises his hips, silently begging for more, loving and hating every moment of whatever the fuck is happening to him right now. He canât think. His brain is blank as he hurtles toward release and then her hands are gone. His eyes are wide, and he stammers. Nothing makes sense, his orgasm snatched away, and a sharp slap lands across his cheek. He whimpers, and his cock twitches against his sweat damp belly. Tense moments pass, he tries to calm himself, but his cock doesnât get the message. He moans weakly when her warm grip returns, varying speeds, spit dripping from her mouth to join the abundance of lube and pre-cum he has leaked. The sound is lewd. He twists against the restraints, to no avail. He is helpless in every way, and heâs close to his climax again. Heâs panting and begging, but again she stops, and his other cheek gets a matching slap. He growls, frustrated and furious at the position he has found himself in. He is rewarded with a pinch of his nipple. She hasnât said a word, but he can feel her own wetness dripping between his thighs. She repeats the routine again, and he knows this time that she wonât let him come. Silent tears roll down his cheeks, he is defeated. He closes his eyes, and with a wavering voice, he begs her. âWhat do you want from me? Who are you? Why are you doing this?â She doesnât answer, of course she doesnât. But now she is sliding upward, her hands on his chest, her soaked and swollen folds gliding over his engorged length, she teases her clit with he fat head of his cock before angling her hips and spearing herself on his turgid member. Dave is watching, and he feels outside of himself. His eyes are glued to her cunt, taking him completely, squeezing him tightly. He wants so badly to take control. He wants to grip her waist and guide her up and down at his pace. He wants to hold those tits in his hands, have those nipples in his mouth. When he comes, heavy balls pulling tight as he empties, she presses him deep, right against her cervix. He lets his head drop back onto his pillow. What the fuck? He repeats over and over in his mind. Heâs catching his breath, only vaguely aware of the motion around him, and suddenly his hands are free. His training kicks in and he grabs his captor, slamming her onto the bed with a grunt and snatching the mask from her face. His eyes go wide and his heart lurches.
âYou.â
PEDRO PASCAL AS DAVE YORK IN THE EQUALIZER 2 (2018)
#i mighta done somethin#make murder daddies cry#dave york#murder daddy#dave york smut#Dave York fan fiction#pedro pascal character smut#pedro pascal character fanfiction
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Strange Currencies
Rating: EXPLICIT 18+ MDNI
Pairing: Dave York x f intruder reader
Word count: 700
Summary: Dave should have been more careful.
Warnings: SMUT, non con, dark reader, bondage, edging, PIV, alcohol, mention of weapons, but they arenât used, hand jobs, drugging, slapping, dacryphilia, mystery, idk what else. Donât read this if it may be triggering to you! I think itâs fairly tame despite the warnings, but I canât make that call for you.
A word from the author: I got carried away in a reblog and now I have written a shortie wherein Murder Daddy is tied up and edged until he cries. Itâs non con, but he is into it? I donât know what else to say. There might be more to this later. I have an idea cooking. No promises though. The proverbial fire has a whole lot of sticks in it.
Dave comes home to a dark house. Carol and the kids are gone for the weekend, leaving him with the house to himself. He pulls off his beanie and tosses it onto the cluttered kitchen table, then carefully cleans and puts away his weapons in the hidden safe. He knows he wasnât followed, he is always careful. You have to be in his line of work. At last he lets himself relax.
As heâs pouring himself a second glass of bourbon, enjoying the quiet and solitude, he hears the floor creak behind him. Sheâs been biding her time, waiting in the dark. He canât react fast enough, the rag is over his nose and his vision blurs before everything turns black.
When Dave comes-to he is tied to the bed, wrists bound together above his head, stripped naked. He is still for a few moments, blinking groggily and trying to make sense of his surroundings. He wants to rub his eyes but he canât move his arms. Panic grips him when he realizes his predicament. He tries to jerk free, but sheâs straddling his thighs and her knots are secure.
Sheâs naked on top of him, save for a black mask over her eyes. He canât help that heâs hard. She smiles at him, and reaches behind her for something. A soft click and a cool drip along his length, she spreads a generous amount of lube over his cock- and it has to be a lot to really coat all of him. Heâs easily one of the biggest sheâs ever seen, thick from base to tip and uncut. She uses both hands to slowly stroke him, lube dripping over her fingers as she works him messily.
He closes his eyes and tries to reconcile whatever is happening right now with the way he needs to come. Sheâs twisting and stroking and the sensations are making his whole body buzz. He raises his hips, silently begging for more, loving and hating every moment of whatever the fuck is happening to him right now. He canât think. His brain is blank as he hurtles toward release and then her hands are gone. His eyes are wide, and he stammers.
Nothing makes sense, his orgasm snatched away, and a sharp slap lands across his cheek. He gasps and whimpers, his cock twitches against his sweat-damp belly.
Tense moments pass, he tries to calm himself, but his cock doesnât get the message.
He moans weakly when her warm grip returns, varying speeds, spit dripping from her mouth to join the abundance of lube and pre-cum he has leaked. The sound is lewd.
Dave twists against the restraints, to no avail. He is helpless in every way, and heâs close to his climax again. Heâs panting and begging, but again she stops, and his other cheek gets a matching slap. He growls, frustrated and furious at the position he has found himself in. He is rewarded with a pinch of his nipple.
She hasnât said a word, but he can feel her own wetness dripping between his thighs. She repeats the routine again, and he knows this time that she wonât let him come.
Silent tears roll down his cheeks, he is defeated. He closes his eyes, and with a wavering voice, he begs her. âWhat do you want from me? Who are you? Why are you doing this?â
She doesnât answer, of course she doesnât. But now she is sliding upward, her hands on his chest, her soaked and swollen folds gliding over his engorged length, she teases her clit with he fat head of his cock before angling her hips and spearing herself on his turgid member.
Dave is watching, and he feels somehow outside of himself. As if he is watching long this happened to someone else. His eyes are glazed, glued to her cunt, taking him completely, squeezing him tightly.
She rolls her hips and uses him, makes herself come with her head dropped back, fingers digging into his chest.
He wants so badly to take control. He wants to grip her waist and guide her up and down at his pace. He wants to hold those tits in his hands, have those nipples in his mouth.
When he comes, heavy balls pulling tight as he empties, she presses him deep, right against her cervix. He lets his head drop back onto his pillow.
What the fuck? He repeats over and over in his mind. Heâs catching his breath, only vaguely aware of the motion around him, and suddenly his hands are free. His training kicks in and he grabs his captor, slamming her onto the bed with a grunt and snatching the mask from her face. His eyes go wide and his heart lurches.
âYou.â
#dave york smut#dave york fan fiction#dave york#Dave York murder daddy#dave york x reader#dave york x you#dave york x f!reader#dave york x female reader#pedro pascal character smut#pedro pascal character fanfiction#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal#bat writes#murder daddy#equalizer 2
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Handy
A Dave York Fic
Day 17 of Pedrotober (Arm Sling Prompt)
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You wait half of Pedrotober for a Dave Fic & you get 2 in 4 days. Thank you all for the love of the first one by the way. Every time Iâve picked up my phone itâs said someone has liked & reblogged it. It really means the world. Also Dave the only one other than Ezra who we might find in an arm sling.
Synopsis:- Daves most recent injury from a mission isnât one you can resolve, without going to hospital.
Word count:- 1250
Warnings over & above:- oral sex (female receiving) fingering, rule breaking, injury detail, meds, swearing & as always DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! Cos heâs a menace & controlling
Thanks as always for the read peoples. Hope you are loving this & thats @norththelemon & @alyssamariag for the prompts.
Youâre sat in the emergency room waiting for ages. He hates it when you force him to do this. Heâs usually certain you can resolve any medical issue he has. But when his shoulder wouldnât pop back into its socket at all, you had to get some trained medical help for him. It was easy to explain that he âfell through the fenceâ, it would match the scars on that side of the fence that youâd badly sorted out as he sat there groaning about his shoulder. Looked like youâd done your wife duty for your husband patching him up. But the shoulder wouldnât go. So now Dave is getting the best care available. At least itâs not a bullet that you have to explain. No longer are you squeamish, blood & stiches are now at least a monthly occurrence.
Out he step 5 hours later, your bad stitching redone, his arm in a dark blue sling. A few more bruises have come through but other than that, heâs still your menacingly handsome Dave York.
âTadahâ He states & tryâs to stretch but winces, clearly still in some pain. âGood as newâ
âWell next time baby if you pop your shoulder out weâre coming straight here.â He raises an eyebrow at you & you quickly cover your tracks. âHe plays lots of sports, is very active, usually we can pop dislocations back in.â Dave rolls his eyes, clearly youâve said too much & a doctor tells you both how many meds he should take for the pain & signs him off work for a week. You can see from the look in Daves eyes that he has no intention in taking them & that he will be back in the office tomorrow, maybe not on a mission but planning the next one. You both know you have stronger medication at home, not that Dave will even take that.
As you unlock the front door about an hour later, Dave pushes you inside quickly & shuts the door behind the two of you, pinning you against the wall. Even with his arm in a sling heâs still so powerful. Youâve never complained about being man handled by him, you like the rough.
âIâm a sports guy huh?â He says with a grin. âI play hard⌠& rough⌠Iâm active?â You gulp, you know the mood heâs in. Your eyes dilated.
âYes sirâ you whimper, your thighs part slightly. âI only pick the best boys on the team to be mine.â
âThought you wanted a man?â He kicks your legs apart. âA man who still has needsâ
âWell good luck with that, doctor said no physical excursion for 10 days minimumâ you chuckle & boop his nose, he knows you are right but he still has wickedness in his eyes.
âThere are other ways I can get my desireâ he said. His crazy possessive eyes never leaving yours, he takes a deep breath & then his lips meet yours. The tongue went in on the first date & sex happened date three. You were married in a year & cutting out his 5th bullet in 18 months. The manâs always been crazy about you, not one to be held back & the way his tongue takes in every cavity as you panties dampening. Youâve always been crazy about Dave too.
âFuck Daveâ you moan as you catch your breath as he starts leaving little love bits on your neck. You spend more time doing make up on your neck that your face, he just loves that little crook to much. He grabs your arm & pulls you into the lounge with the hand that works. He then sighs as he pushes you away before he drops to his knees.
âI need a rewardâ
âFor being braveâ
âNo for going to hospitalâ he growls tugging at your jeans. For a man with only one hand heâs still very good at using just that.
âDoctor said no over doing it DaveâŚâ
âSit on my face!â Itâs a firm command as your jeans reach your ankles. He kisses up both of your legs. Your thighs always tremble. He then shuffles back the perches up in the sofa behind him. âThatâs not a request sweetheartâ he snarls licking his lips. âI want you to walk towards me in just your panties & then stand on the sofa & let me do my magicâ you look excitedly back at Dave. Itâs rare he lets you receive oral first. You tug on your red panties as he gets comfortable.
âYes sir, anything for my big brave broad husbandâ. You do as he requested naked except for the panties. He rubs his thighs as you walk towards him, seeing his erection get ever bigger. You stand on the sofa & he whimpers.
âI can smell how ready you are, for me babyâ he says eyes dilated heâs trying not to droll. âLower babyâ you do as he asks & he slips your red panties to the side. His large nose already nuzzling against your clit. You grip the top of the sofa. âGonna need your body to do some work babyâ he says. You know exactly how you want this to feel so you start to rub your clit against his nose & you moan as your entrance feels every couple of moves his flat tongue against him.
âFuck Daveâ
âYea baby like that, enjoying itâ you moan & gasp. âTake that as a yes.â Heâs freed his hand from his sling & you go to protest but as he grabs both your thighs & brings you fully down on his face your whine.
âOooh fuckerty fuckâ
âYea babyâ in his tongue slips. Itâs not as far as his cock or even his fingers, but youâre fluttering & tense in all of those sensitive places. You love it when he eats you out.
âDave oh god Dave yes yes yes moreâ you then wince. Two fingers slip it side you & his tongue is now souly attending your clit. Your hips rocking, the grip on the back of the sofa turning your knuckles white. The rhythm increasing, your moans getting louder. Itâs a good thing you dropped the kids off at your parents before taking Dave to hospital.
âDave im close fuck Iâm gonna cum, oh god oh god yes yes yesss fuckkkkkâ you canât hold on when he adds a final finger. Sloppy noises from his thrusting fill the air & you become a quivering wreck as you cum. Dave sighs. He withdraws his sodden fingers & returns his mouth to your sex. His bad arms your carefully take as that had been the one pleasuring you & you suck his fingers cleans. You know that always makes him happy when you clean up the mess.
âFuck babyâ he says as you slowly lower yourself off him & readjust your underwear & sit on the sofa next to him. âWhy do you always taste of heaven down thereâ
âCos you are the devil & need a taste of sweetnessâ you cackle before kissing him.
âWho says we are done tonight?â He replies. âMaybe this Angel needs a taste of hellâ
âWell let me at least get you into bed first, then I will suck your cock til you canât cum anymoreâ
âIs that a challenge?â He raises an eyebrow.
âWell letâs see if your up for it Daveâ
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Dave
Oh Dave
Oh God Dave
Oh Yes Dave
Dave Please
Please
PLEASE!!!!
lazy weekend sex with Dave, that is IT.
Dave York x f!reader
A/N: anon, all I can say is đŤŚ
⢠alright, imagine Dave being able to actually have a relaxing weekend, maybe after a business trip he can just take his time and enjoy his family for a while
⢠which means he would love to do lazy ordinary things and for once he wouldn't wake up painfully early, instead, he would snuggle you, pulling you closer to him and nuzzling your neck
⢠and of course his hard on would brush against your skin and would make you go all đŤŚ
⢠his hands wouldn't take too long to roam around your body, feeling you up and nuzzling your neck
"morning, baby girl"
⢠his voice would be a little hoarse from sleeping but he would know exactly the exact words to get you all worked up for him
⢠he would slip his cock into you, feeling how wet you are for him, and fuck you nice and slow as you are on your side
⢠you can expect him groping and pressing his body against yours in the kitchen counter, while you try to make breakfast, he is already lifting up your dress and kissing all over you skin
⢠and of course during a nice relaxing weekend there would be a lot of pool sex
⢠Dave only wants the best for you so of course he would buy you two a house with a beautiful garden and a swimming pool
⢠so when he's having his lazy weekend and it's hot af outside he will suggest a swim, that will immediately turn into skinny-dipping together
⢠and he will fuck you there, putting on quite a show for your neighbors
⢠and you don't care at all, all that matters is Dave's thick cock rearranging your guts đ¤
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Stockholm's Syndrome.
Chapter 3
Pairing: Dave York x female reader.
Rating: E 18+ (minors dni). This is for mature audience only! By continuing reading you agree that you are over 18.
â ď¸â ď¸â ď¸Warning! This is a fic about Dave York. Dave York comes with his own warning so do not say I didn't warn you. â ď¸â ď¸â ď¸
Words: about 2.5K
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Masterlist â¨
After last time, when he had snuck into your apartment and woken you up by going down on you before fucking you senseless, you thought maybe youâd see him soon again. But you hadnât seen or heard from Dave in days, which had you in a funk. Not that you had any way of contacting him. Though you suspected he might have your phone number, he had his way with things. And he was unlike any other man you had ever been with.
But today was your birthday, and you had invited some friends over for dinner and drinks. Everyone had already arrived, the music was pumping, and the food was all prepped and laid out. Although you quickly realized you didnât have enough chairs for everyone if they wanted to sit down.
âEat and drink; Iâm just going to pop down to the basement to get some more chairs real quick. Iâll be back in a second,â you said before taking a sip of your drink and walking out of your apartment, skipping down the stairs to the basement, where your storage room was.
You opened the door to your storage but had difficulty finding the light switch. You let your hand slide over the wall in the dark until you found it, and thatâs when you saw him.
Dave was there, in your storage room.
âWhat the heck are you doing here?â You were confused. But before he answered or you could say anything else, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the tiny room, locking the door behind you.
âI wanted to wish you a happy fucking birthday. Now, why donât you let me give you your present?" He said it with a dark gleam in his eyes, and a devilish smirk spread across his lips as he leaned in and kissed you hard. He hadnât kissed you before. His lips crashed against yours with such need and urgency. Slanting across yours, molding his lips against yours. His tongue licked along your bottom lip, asking for entry, and you granted it immediately. Parting your lips to let him in.
His hands roamed all over your body, gripping you tightly and pushing you harder against him. You could feel his growing erection through your thin dress as his lips continued their assault on yours, his tongue licking into your mouth, tasting you, and mapping your mouth.
Gripping one of your legs, he hoisted it up and around his waist. The other hand moved in between you and slid your panties to the side before he quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Reaching in, he pulled out his now fully hard cock and dragged it through your already wet lips before he plunged inside in one hard thrust. You had been thinking about him all day, wondering when you would get to see him again. And each time you thought about him, your pussy ached. Ached to be stretched and filled up by his perfect cock. Ached and wet for him just thinking about him. And now he was here, giving you what you wanted. What you needed
âFuck,â he groaned as he leaned his head against your shoulder and took a moment to steady himself. âFucking your tight pussy is all Iâve been able to think about all fucking day.â He said, between thrusts as he began to move in and out of your slick pussy.
âBut how did you know it was my birthday?â You asked, your words poured out of you as he began pumping into you.
âI know everything about youâŚyour every moveâŚwho you talk to," he punched out as he thrust harder into you.
You should be scared; you really should. But for the life of you, you werenât. Quite the opposite, the fact that he was checking up on youâwell, letâs call it what it is, spying on you. It turned you on more than you cared to admit, even to yourself.
A knock at the door startled you, and you froze. He put a hand over your mouth to stop the moans from escaping as he continued to thrust into you, never once faltering in his pace.
âHey birthday girl, do you need help? Is everything okay?"Carrie, a friend from work, asked through the door. The door handle rattled as she tried to open the locked door. But Dave had locked it, so it didnât budge.
He leaned in really close and whispered,
âI am going to keep on fucking you even harder, and I need you to tell her youâre okay. We donât want your friends worrying over you having a dangerous criminal filling this delicious, tight pussy of yours, do we?â
It wasnât a question, though; despite your limited time spent with this man, you knew from the tone in his voice that he wasnât expecting you to answer him. The light in the ceiling flickered before it went out, and darkness fell upon you both. He reached behind him and turned on the light on his flashlight.
âYeah, Iâm good. Just moving things around to get to the chairs, Iâll be up in a moment,â you called out, trying to sound as normal as you could while Dave kept thrusting into you, hard and deep, hitting that sweet spot deep inside with ease each time that had your legs trembling and your release building deep with each thrust.
âOkay,see you back up there in a bit then,â she said, and you both listened as you heard her move away from the door and walk back upstairs, the door slamming shut behind her, telling you you were again alone down there.
âFuck, Dave, you feel so good,â you mewled when he dropped his hand from your mouth, and a deep moan followed.
âDo not make a sound, or I wonât let you cum,â he warned.
Despite the only light in the tiny space being what was emanating from his flashlight, the darkness in his eyes almost made you forget how to think, never mind breathe.
He picked up his pace, thrusting harder and forcing you to bite down on your lip, so keep from making any sounds. The only noise in the small space was skin slapping against skin and the low groans coming from him as he kept ramming his cock into you.
 âThis pussy is mine. And you, you are mine,â he said through clenched teeth.
He bottomed out, his hips slammed against yours, and you moaned. Your heart beat a little faster when you heard him say those words, but you didn't know how to respond. He plunged into you at a frantic pace. Diving into you hard and deep with each thrust. With the intensity of it all, you squeezed your eyes shut as the final thread snapped and sent you over the edge. Your orgasm raced through you. Stars burst behind your eyes, and a whimper left your lips. His hips stuttered and his moves got sloppy. He was pressing deep into you and muttering your name as your pussy clenched down hard around him.
Your orgasm ripped through you with such force that you threw your head back and inadvertently smacked your head against the shelves behind you. You winced slightly but pushed the pain aside when he gripped your chin with one hand to angle your face up to his, and he kissed you long and hard. His other hand found its way between your bodies and down to your clit, pressing against it with skilled moves and pulling another orgasm from you before the first one had even subsided completely. He withdrew his hand from your pussy and lifted it up to his mouth, and sucked them clean. A sly smirk played on his lips as he locked eyes with you.
âYou taste fucking deliciosus,â he said before his hand came down to grab your ass as he continued to ram you hard. The one hand not holding onto your ass roamed and gripped at anything and everything. His fingers curled into your dress, pulling you closer to him. He made you feel like you were someone to be worshiped. But you knew what this was. This was just him coming over to stake his claim and take what he wanted. He would not come with you back up to the party. You doubted you would ever get to introduce him to your friends. Your friends, who had begun to ask questions about the increasing marks and bruises he would leave all over your body. Some you could easily hide, and some, no matter how hard you tried, no makeup in the world could hide. Only a long-sleeved turtleneck sweater could. But that in itself would raise suspicion since it was summer and only a weirdo would wear that when it was 98 degrees on a good day and 107 on a bad day the last few weeks.
Your pussy clamped down on his throbbing cock again, and with a final thrust, he too let go. He bit down on your shoulder, yet leaving another mark on you as he filled you up with his cum. Only then did you realize he hadnât put on a condom this time. You looked down to where you were joined and then looked up at him. You were not sure what to say, but you had to say something. He had not yet noticed, as far as you could tell.
âDid you just..." you asked, panting heavily. You tried to steady your breathing and your racing thoughts as you looked at him before looking back down between the two of you.
âFuck,â he repeated as he stilled, still balls deep inside you. âShit! I didnât mean to do that. Are you on the pill or something?â He asked and pulled out of you quickly. It's too late for that. You thought sarcastically, but you collected your thoughts before you answered him.
"Yes, Iâm on the pill; weâre good. Itâs fine,â you said, trying to smooth over the situation and not make him panic or hightail it out of there. He pulled out of you with a soft groan.
âEither way, I shouldnât have done that; fuck, that was reckless of me, but I canât seem to think clearly when it comes to you. You have bewitched me, body and soul. I crave to be near you all the goddamn time.â He looked at you for a long moment, then down to your legs, where his cum had begun to trickle down your thighs.
Reaching down, he dragged his fingers through it and raised his hand up to your mouth, motioning for you to open it. Your chest heaved with labored breaths, but you did as he asked. Always so willing to please him and to do anything he asked. He was a thiefâa thief that had already stolen your heartâand you were his willing victim.
âBut I canât say I donât like the sight of me dripping out of that sweet pussy of yours, my pussy,â he said, his voice dripping with possessiveness. He placed his fingers on your tongue. Wrapping your tongue around his thick digits, you licked and sucked them clean. The saltiness of him, mixed with your own juices on your tongue, sent a surge through your body. And you wanted to taste him directly from the source.
âI like it too; now I will have to get back to my party with your cum soaking my panties for the rest of the night. Maybe next time, though, I can have this big cock of yours in my mouth?â You asked gently before you readjusted your panties back over your swollen lips, not letting another drop of cum leak out of you down your thighs.
âThat can definitely be arranged if you are a good girl. Now, how about you show me what a good girl you are and get back to your party before another friend of yours comes looking for you.â He cleaned himself up with a towel he found on one of the shelves before he pulled his pants back up and ushered you out of the storage with the chairs you had come down to get in the first place before he sidetracked you into having sex in your storage room. That definitely was a first for you, not that you had any remarks about it, except perhaps that it ended too soon, but you wouldnât tell him that. He had gone out of his way to get to you on your birthday, to, in his own words âgive you a presentâ. It sure was the best present you had received in a long time.
âDave?â You asked as you looked back at him.
âYes?â He questioned, stopping his movements towards the backdoor.
âHow do I get in contact with you? I mean, like, can I call you or such some day?â You looked down at your feet before looking back up at him. Not sure if it was even okay to ask this. He apparently knew everything about you, but you knew next to nothing about him. He walked back over to where you were standing, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other.
âHow about I text you later?â He asked before kissing you once more, then turning. You watched as he walked out the back door before you walked back up again to rejoin your friends. The rest of the night, your mind kept replaying the events in the basement; he had called you his. What did he mean by that? Each time you shifted in your chair, you felt the wetness in your panties, a reminder that it had not been a dream and that he had in fact fucked you senseless just hours ago before again slipping away into the night. And left you behind, waiting and wondering when and if heâd come back or if he would text as he had said he would. Not that you had given him your number. But he had his ways; you were sure he already had it.
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One Day at a Time (Series Masterlist)
Status: Complete.
Pairings: Dave York x Female Reader
Word Count: 28.9k
Series Summary: A man washed ashore, with no memory, and no name, finds a home and a life in the middle of nowhere.
Author's Notes: This story has been sitting in my drafts for over a year, waiting for the perfect moment to see the light of day. It wasn't until recently that I found the inspiration to finally finish the last two chapters, thanks to the incredible Keri @absurdthirst. Her story, "Washed Up," struck a chord with meâit had such a similar plot and concept to what I had in mind, and it reignited my passion to bring this piece to life. Keri's writing has been a constant source of solace and inspiration, and I'm endlessly grateful for her creativity and the way she crafts stories that speak to the soul. If you havenât checked out her work, you absolutely should!
Warnings: Please be aware that this story contains elements of violence, explicit sexual content, and pregnancy. Additionally, there are medical inaccuracies throughoutâbecause I donât work in the medical field, so please take it all with a grain of salt. Enjoy the ride, and thank you for reading! đ
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đ Lifeline đ A New Life đ A Busy Day đ Normal đ Late Night Cravings đ Reunion đ Life As It Was đ Family Man đ Farmer's Market đ One Last Time đ Rescue đ One Day at a Time
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Wow so many people hate when others just write self-indulgent fics. Apparently no one can have fun on this trash site anymore huh?
I'm only saying this because I just saw yet ANOTHER post bitching about something other people enjoy.
Whatever happened to "if you don't like it, don't read it/keep scrolling?"
So I'm here to say this: Life is short so write or read as many self-indulgent RPF fics you want. Don't let anyone stop you from enjoying anything.
Cuz honestly y'all out here complaining really just remind me of this:
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David Christopher York would break your heart
Make you cry
Find out about it
Come over
Fuck you hard
& then tell you thatâs something to cry about before leaving without a snuggle
& then calling 4 days later going I want pictures
He is a menace
Itâs not you, itâs him⌠but your heart is still broken because of him
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Pairing: Dave York x F!Reader (no physical description, however it is implied she hasnât lost her baby weight)
Rating: Explicit 18+ (By proceeding to read beyond this warning, you are agreeing that you are 18 years or older)
Content: Lactation kink, smut, frottage, mention of abandonment, body insecurity, pet names and name calling (slut is used once), Dave York is his own warning
Word Count: 2K
Summary: After a hectic morning and barely making it to work on time, you realize you forgot your breast pump at home. You havenât nursed or pumped in 16 hours and worry you wonât make it through your important afternoon meeting. Luckily for you, a certain handsome DIA agent knows just what to do and offers his assistance.
(This takes place before the events in The Equalizer 2 and Dave is divorced in my au.)
A/N: A huge thank you to @toomanystoriessolittletime for posting this idea on Discord and for not minding that I took and ran with it (this is all their fault really). Thank you to @ozarkthedog and @firstofficerwiggles for reading this over for me, offering their kind words, and telling me to go for it and post this. Also, special thanks to my fellow Dave York Nasties for their encouragement. I love you guys!
This is the first fic I've ever written, and I'm nervous. Please be kind. đ
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No, no, no, no, noâŚ
This canât be happening.
For the fifth time, you look underneath your jacket in your office.
Itâs not there.
Your breast pump bag is not there.
You think back to your crazy morning. Somehow you managed to turn the volume down on your phone alarm. You never heard it and slept in.
Your son, bless his heart, had just started sleeping through the night a couple of days ago.
After throwing on your blouse and favorite flowy skirt, hastily brushing your hair and teeth, you flew to your sonâs room.
He was still sleeping as you rushed into his nursery to get him dressed for the day. He greeted you with the biggest smile, kicking his legs and reaching for you.
It was times like this that made the challenge of raising him on your own worth it. His father had skipped out on you a month ago after informing you he no longer felt attracted to you.
No, none of that, you told yourself. You did not have time for self-pity right now.
Once you finished changing your little beanâs diaper and dressing him, you tried to feed him, but he fussed and refused to latch on.Â
Most likely, he could sense how stressed you were.
Not a problem, you told yourself. Your mom had extra bottles and an ample supply of your breast milk in her freezer. Everything would be okay.
After dropping your baby off at your momâs house, you drove to work and made it there at 9 am.
You threw your jacket and purse on the extra chair in your office and barely had time to unlock your computer when the HR supervisor knocked on your door.Â
âBrian called off. Iâm going to need you to give the morning and afternoon presentations,â she briskly informed you and quickly walked away.
Great, just great, you grumbled to yourself. You had one hour to prepare for the staff meeting to review the new health care benefits package the DIA was changing to at the start of the new year.
You bolted for the conference room and managed to be ready in one hour when your coworkers started filing in.
The meeting went well, and you answered everyoneâs questions and addressed their concerns efficiently and cheerfully.
Which was shocking because, at this point, your breasts were hurting, really hurting. It had been almost 16 hours since you last fed your son before you put him down for the night.
Thank goodness it was your lunch hour, and you could close your office door and get some much-needed relief pumping.
This brings you to the present, frantically looking all over your office for your breast pump thatâs nowhere to be found.
Maybe you left it in your car?
You grabbed your keys and took off. Not watching where you were going, you bumped right into him.
Dave York.
Of all the people to run into, it had to be him. Youâve been secretly obsessing over him since your first day of work at the DIA.
He was gorgeous. You couldnât help but notice his large hands, the way his dress shirts seemed to strain to cover his large shoulders. Goodness, he was deliciously broad. One day in the lunchroom, Dave had his sleeves rolled up and caught you staring at the veins in his forearms. He looked at you with piercing brown eyes and knowingly smirked at you, the bastard.
You offered a hasty, âIâm sorry, Mr. York!â and sprinted for the parking lot.
Unfortunately, today was not your day. Your breast pump bag was not in your car either.
You were practically in tears by the time you made it back to your office.
You struggled for a solution to your predicament. Maybe you could soak some paper towels in warm water to ease the pain. Women hand-expressed in the past before breast pumps were invented. Surely that would work, right?
It had to. There was no way you could give the afternoon presentation in your condition. You donât remember your breasts ever being this sore and full before. You were amazed you hadnât started leaking through your nursing bra and blouse.
Having that happen during your next session was out of the question. You would be humiliated.
A gentle knock on your door brought you out of your thoughts.Â
It was Dave again.
âAre you alright?,â he asked with genuine concern.
âItâs nothing,â you replied. âIâm just having an awful day.â
Dave responded, âIs there anything I can do to help?â
âNo, not unless you have a breast pump in your office,â you answered with a little more attitude than you meant to.
âHmmmm,â he hummed as he slowly walked towards you.
âYou may be surprised to learn I know little about what you are going through right now. Your sonâs about three months old now, isnât he? He probably just started sleeping through the night. I remember when my ex-wife, Carol, was nursing. She was relieved when the girls started sleeping through the night, but not so much when her milk production didnât slow down right away.â
Your eyes widened. âWait, how do you know this? How do you even know how old my son is? Iâve never even talked to you except to say hello in passing.â
âI notice everything about you,â he admitted as he touched your cheek.
âLet me offer you my⌠assistance,â Dave said as he held your gaze.
âThere was something I always wanted to do with Carol,â he continued, âbut she never wanted to try.â
âI think youâre different, though. I think you know what I can do to help ease your pain,â he whispered in your ear. âAnd you want it, donât you?â
Goosebumps erupted on your skin as arousal spread through your body. You clenched around nothing and fought to keep yourself from moaning.
Was this really happening?
âShut your door and lock it,â Dave ordered darkly.
You never moved so fast in your life.
By the time you turned around, he had already moved your purse and jacket to your desk and was sitting on the extra chair in your office.
âNow be a good girl for me and let me take care of you,â Dave said as he held his hand out to you.
You walked to him and took his hand as your heart pounded in your chest.
âWhat do I...â you began.
âSit on my lap,â he commanded softly.
Feeling self-conscious, you quickly argued, âBut Iâm too..â
âDonât,â he interrupted. âDonât you dare say what I think youâre going to say. You are beautiful. Donât let anyone tell you differently. Now, sit.â
You straddled him, your legs on the outside of his, facing him.
Eyes blown with lust, Dave stared at you like a man starved.
You couldnât believe you were doing this. You worked in HR for goodness sake. It would be the end of your career if someone walked in on the two of you.
But you couldnât bring yourself to care, not when Dave looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered. You would do anything to please him at this point.
âThatâs my good girl,â he breathed. âNow unbutton your blouse.â
Powerless to resist, you undid your buttons and exposed yourself.
âFuck,â he growled out. âI knew your tits would be spectacular.â
He slowly unclasped the right side of your nursing bra and glanced down.
You knew what he saw. Your breast was engorged and started to leak almost immediately.
Dave gently massaged you and gave your nipple an experimental lick, causing your milk to start squirting from your breast.
He quickly opened his mouth to catch the flow. You could hear your milk landing and pooling in his mouth.
Dave groaned and latched on. You could feel the familiar pull and sighed with long-awaited relief.
Dave continued to massage your breast while he gulped down your milk enthusiastically.
It took a tremendous effort to keep quiet. The reality of what was happening right now made you dizzy with desire.Â
Once Dave felt he had taken enough from the right side, he stopped and turned his attention back to you.
âThat ex-boyfriend of yours is an idiot if you donât mind me saying,â he told you candidly.
âYou are a goddess. If you were mine, Iâd make sure you were told that daily.â
Before you could think of something clever to reply, Dave had already uncovered your left breast and latched on.
At this point, you were incredibly turned on. You could feel your arousal leaking through your panties, and you desperately wanted to rub your thighs together for relief.
Sensing your struggle, Dave grabbed your hips and pushed you down until your core rubbed against the now rather large bulge in his trousers.
Mortified, you heard yourself moan out loud.
Dave put his hand over your mouth and hushed you.
"I know, I know. That feels good, doesn't it," he taunted. "But you need to keep quiet otherwise your co-workers will discover what a filthy little slut you are."
âNow take what you need, gorgeous girl,â he instructed as he returned to your breast.
With his help, you started to rub your core over his clothed erection. Need coursed through your body, and you lost yourself to your pleasure.
With every second, you become acutely aware of how much of your slick was dripping from your cunt, soaking through your panties and making a total mess of his lap.
Dave did not care in the least and only encouraged you.
âThatâs my good girl. Just like that,â he moaned and quickly resumed gulping your milk like a man dying of thirst.
Faster and faster, you moved against him, whimpering while you felt your crest quickly build.
Dave released your nipple with a pop.
He held your chin and forced you to look into his eyes.
âCome for me,â he demanded, his voice dark as sin. âBe a good girl and come for me...now.â
That was all it took to push you over the edge. You came with a silent scream. Not taking any chances, Dave kissed you to make sure he would swallow any of your noises that might escape.
You could taste yourself on his tongue, and it was the most erotic thing you had ever experienced.
When you slowly came down from your high, you opened your eyes to see Dave gazing at you fondly.
âYou look so beautiful right now,â Dave said reverently. âYou did such a good job for me.â
You shyly replied, âThank you, Mr. York,â and tried to look away.
Dave was having none of that.
âDonât look away,â he said, forcing you to meet his eyes again. âWeâre both consenting adults. You needed help, and I was happy to offer my assistance.â
Before you could respond, Dave reminded you of the time and your upcoming afternoon meeting.
You slowly and reluctantly removed yourself from Daveâs lap and tried to look presentable again. You smoothed out your skirt, closed up your nursing bra, and started to button up your blouse.
Anxiety crept into your mind. Did anyone hear what the both of you were doing?
Dave quickly took over buttoning your blouse.
âDonât worry, pretty girl. No one heard a thing,â he promised sincerely.
You met his eyes and knew he would never lie to you.
âNext time, youâll have to come to my office," he offered. "I have a couch in there. Youâll be much more comfortable sitting on my cock while I drink from your gorgeous tits.â
You must have had a shocked expression on your face because you heard Dave chuckle softly.
"Does that sound good to you?" he teased.
You shook your head yes immediately.
You didn't know what you had gotten yourself into with Dave York, but you were excited to see where this was going.
You left him in your office to sort himself out. Thinking about his promise of a "next time," you walked to the conference room smiling softly.
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4.5k?!?? darling, that is so, so incredible - sending you huge congratulations! you're such a wonderfully warm and kind presence here, and we thank you for the constant time, love and energy you devote to your amazing fics â¤ď¸
i may be being greedy but you've had me by the throat for months, so - only if you're up for it, my sweet - maybe just a little something spicy with my bois dave and frankie? the prompt âThink you can handle that much?" really came out and slapped me across the face lmao, but please disregard if it's not feeling right.
forever loving you! congratulations again, angel!
THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE!!! It means so much that you say this, and I'm happy to indulge in any kind of frankie x reader x dave goodness because honestly, I've been thinking about them a lot lately â¤ď¸ (I think I got carried away a bit with this one. this is def not a drabble anymore svfdd)
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pairing: frankie morales x fem!reader x dave york
genre: smut, absolute filth, minors dni
word count: 2,4k (this is just filth y'all, start from finish. It's been a while since I wrote this long of a smut piece, the horny possessed me)
summary: you've been having a stressful time, Dave and Frankie provide an excellent way to comfort you.
warnings: dom/sub dynamics, mention of safe words, brattamer!dave, bratty!frankie & reader, double penetration, dirty talking, mlm dynamics, oral (giving), mild daddy kink, frankie has a big dick because why not, vaginal/anal fingering, bit of cum play, little bit emotion at the end, oh and reader doesn't understand Spanish
a/n: this can be seen as a part of the fic I wrote way before called wonderful tonight and this one does have very mild references to it (the nicknames mostly) but you can read this without reading that
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âCome on sweetheart, you can suck cock better than thatâCanât you?âÂ
You have tears in your eyes. Frankieâs hand a constant presence at the back of your head, nails gently scratching your scalp. Your chin aches, spit, and precum dripping from the sides as you attempt to take more of him. Your nostrils flare, your eyes squeezed tight when you feel the head of his cock brushing the back of your throat.Â
Frankie moans at the way you gag around him, fingers sliding down to your neck, he squeezes.Â
âSheâs doing just fine,â he says, the harsh snap of his words directed at Dave. âHer mouth is heaven on earth,âÂ
âHow can it be heaven when she can barely take it?âÂ
A soft whine rattles your throat, your gaze flicking to meet his. He clicks his tongue and rubs your neck, shushing you. âYouâre doing amazing, querida. Donât mind him. Heâs just jealous because he wants a taste for himself,âÂ
âIâm trying to help,âÂ
âJust sit there and enjoy the show,âÂ
You hear Dave scoff, he had positioned himself right across from the bed where he has a side view of both you and Frankie. He has fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking himself leisurely, watching you both with a critical eye. He swipes his palm over the fat head of his cock, coating his length with precum.Â
Some childish part of you wants to turn and stick your tongue out at him, but despite your simmering annoyance, his words make you feel embarrassingly hot. Each time he opens his mouth, speaks to you in with that deep voice of his, you feel it resonating in your core.Â
Frankieâs words pull you out of your thoughts, âYou take it so well, donât stop. Please.âÂ
And those words send a different kind of wave of pleasure over your worn-out body. Youâre getting whiplash between the praise and the degradation. Youâre starting to think that this has been their plan from the start. You have been stressed lately, not enjoying things like you used to. They mustâve noticed. Between the lovely dinner and now this, surely they had. Of course, they did. They were both observant as fuck, both a blessing and a curse.Â
Frankieâs moans become louder, the most sinful noises you ever heard. Itâs loud, deep, and it prompts you to take more of him. A tear escapes your eye when the tip of his cock slides down your throat, you continually swallow, hallowing out your cheeks as you desperately try to suppress your gag reflex.Â
âOh god baby, youâre going to make me come like thatââ he trails off in Spanish, words quickly whispered into the air. He looks down at you with eager eyes and you answer him with a confused gaze. It takes him a moment to realize you didnât understand him.Â
You hear soft steps approaching. A sound that is made deliberately to excite you more, which works. Dave grabs Frankieâs chin, lifting the other manâs gaze to meet his own. A whine slips from Frankieâs swollen lips, Drave grins, his next words directed at you.Â
âHe wants you to use your tongue more sweetheart, swirl it around,âÂ
You make a gurgled sound that is supposed to mean oh. Pulling your mouth up, you swirl your tongue, wrapping your lips tighter. Frankieâs groan echoes, lips parted wide as his eyes roll back with Dave still holding his chin up. Your pussy clenches, slick dripping down your thighs.Â
âSweet boy,â Dave hums. âWhereâs that attitude now, huh? Now, who was it that wanted a taste?âÂ
You notice Daveâs hips thrusting into his fist, and your mouth waters. Distracted, you pull your mouth away, starting to adorn the side of Frankieâs cock with wet kisses. Daveâs smile widens into a grin when he notices Frankieâs eyes dropping to his lips.Â
âTell me what you want,â he coos, fisting his cock faster. âDoes my sweet boy want a kiss from daddy?âÂ
âCan I have a kiss from daddy?â you chime in, lips brushing the tip of Frankieâs cock. You smile when you hear him whimper.Â
âOh,â Dave answers, looking down at you but fingers still hooked under Frankieâs chin. âYouâll be receiving more than kisses as soon as daddy number two relents, princess.â Â
He chuckles at your pout, Frankie groans, cock twitching against your wet lips. Daveâs hand moves to the base of his cock and squeezes, a soft grunt escaping his throat.Â
âThink of it like this,â he continues. âThe sooner he begs for releaseâand a kissâ the sooner youâll have us both filling you up.âÂ
Your gaze moves to Franke who is nowhere near gazing at you back. His focus is slowly fixated on Dave, his jaw tense and eyes narrowed. Without pulling away your gaze, you blow a puff of air across his cock and watch him wince, his chest heaves.Â
âPromise me first,â you say to Dave.Â
He grins, âPromise.âÂ
Youâre pretty sure you shock them both with the way you dive back in, tongue and mouth moving with fervor as you attempt to push Frankie to the brink of orgasm. His cock throbs heavily on your tongue, he bites back his mouth, teeth clenched tight together. Dave touches Frankieâs hand that was still nestled at the back of your head and pulls the pilotâs hand to his own cock. You moan around Frankieâs length when he starts to stroke Daveâs cock, his movements hesitant and a bit shaky. You like to think itâs because of you.Â
âCome on,â Dave teases, his jaw slack with the corner of his lips tilted up. âAll you have to say is âplease kiss me Daveâ and thatâs all, and I will. Just say the words,âÂ
âP-Please,â Frankie swallows, his cock twitching. You flatten your tongue, pressing it snugly underneath. His eyes momentarily drops to you and he swallows again, a loud gulp heard between the three bodies.Â
He mutters in Spanish again and Dave shakes his head, clicking his tongue with annoyance.Â
âEnglish,â he warns. âSheâs been working hard, she deserves to understand your begging,âÂ
âFine,â Frankie growls, voice raising. âPlease kiss me, Dave.âÂ
âGood boy,âÂ
âShut up.âÂ
Dave lets out a huff but heâs smiling, âSuch a sour loser,âÂ
You start to stroke Frankieâs cock, the mixture of spit and precum providing a smooth glide. You watch the two with intrigue; Dave leans down, capturing Frankieâs lips in a heated kiss. Dave thrusts into Frankieâs still hand, soft groans filling the empty space in between. A fat bead of precum appears at the tip of Frankieâs cock, you swipe it almost immediately with your tongue.Â
Much to your surprise, Frankie is the one to part away first, a string of saliva still connecting them both. Daveâs lips are red and kiss swollen, it takes you everything not to pull him down, your lips left tingling. Frankie gestures towards you with a tilt of his head, Daveâs eyes following.Â
âI think our princess also deserves her reward,â Frankie smiles, he swipes a drop of Daveâs precum and brings it to your mouth. You wrap your lips around his finger hungrily, swirling your tongue around the digit. He purrs, âAlways so eager to have us.â
âPleaseâŚâ you beg, rubbing your legs together. âIâve been good havenât I?âÂ
âYou have been sweetheart,â Dave helps you up the bed, his wet lips chasing yours. âWeâre going to take good care of you.âÂ
Frankie positions himself underneath you while Dave pushes himself to sit on his heels right behind you. His hands follow the curve of your ass, pinching it playfully.Â
âSuch a great view.âÂ
Frankie cradles your face, thumbs moving in unison around your cheekbones. You spot the bullseye tattoo on his hand and give it a soft kiss. He smiles. Frankie knows where this is going and is always eager to provide comfort, even if it means denying himself.
âThink you can handle that much?" he chokes out, his voice cracking.Â
âOf course, she can,â Dave tuts. âShe'll do ever what she can to make her daddies happy, isn't that right sweetheart?âÂ
You nod, head falling into the warmth of Frankieâs neck. You feel his hands rubbing soothing lines up and down your back.Â
âPlease,â you mutter into his skin.Â
Dave briefly leaves you both to get the lube that was left forgotten in the bathroom. Frankie takes this opportunity to kiss you, his lips moving lazily, licking the inside of your mouth. He slips two fingers into your fluttering cunt. He spreads his fingers, thrusting them to see if you can actually take him.Â
âGood,â he breathes into your mouth, staring at you with dilated pupils. âYouâre so wet, bonita. Did you touch yourself with my dick in your mouth?âÂ
You shake your head, which prompts him to suck a deep, sharp breath. âFuck, thatâs even hotter. Youâre going to give me a heart attack,âÂ
âNo heart attacks!â Dave calls out, stepping into the room. âNot before we satisfy our lady.âÂ
Frankie snorts, head falling back, âI wouldnât have dreamed of it.âÂ
You hear the squeeze of a bottle and soon after you feel Daveâs wet, cold, sticky fingers breach your asshole. You jerk away with your breath caught in your throat. Frankieâs lips brush your forehead.Â
âWe donât have to,â Dave says, his voice briefly returning to normal. âColor?âÂ
âGreenâ I want to. I was just surprised by the cold,âÂ
âItâll be warm soon enough.âÂ
The soft sound of Daveâs chuckle eases your rigid body, you feel your muscles relax with his touch. While Dave works you open âthe feeling not completely unfamiliar but still foreignâ Frankie distracts you by claiming your mouth again and again. He licks the seam of your lips, his hands squeezing every inch of you as he sucks your tongue into his mouth. The moans you make are obscene.Â
Soon youâre grinding yourself down on Frankieâs length, soaking him as you feel Dave curling his fingers, knuckle deep. You gasp away from Frankie, back arching beautifully. Your brain struggled to think of where to seek pleasure first, Frankieâs cock or Daveâs fingers. The uncertainty makes you cry out.Â
âShhh, Itâs okay. We got you,â Frankie soothes you. âIâm going to push in now, okay?âÂ
You nod tearfully, crying out once more when you feel his cock pressing into you inch by inch. Daveâs fingers are still inside. Frankie whispers praise until sinks his cock fully into you. The air is punched from your lungs, your breathing uneven and heart beating fast.Â
âSo warm,â he chokes out, nipping your chin. He stares at Dave from above your shoulder. âIs she good?âÂ
âVery,â Dave replies with a smirk.Â
You hiss when the tip of Daveâs cock breaches the tight muscle, pushing in slowly, delicately. His blunt nails bite into your skin, his breathing coming out forced as he makes his way in. You feel the press of his lips on your spine, then to your nape. You shudder. Both of them combined overwhelm all your senses.Â
âI can feel you through her,â Dave grits out, cock throbbing. âGod, so perfect, our perfect girl.âÂ
You keen at the praise, your cunt squeezes around Frankieâs cock, a moan rips from his throat.Â
âI need to move, can I? PleaseââÂ
Frankie desperately nudges his face between your chin and neck, laying eager kisses all over your skin. You moan out your approval, both men twitching deep inside you.
Frankie, being edged for a while now, fucks into you with an indescribable need. He knows what he wants, and he wants it now. He bites wherever his lips can reach, he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, licks the inside of your mouth. Meanwhile, Dave takes his time, leisurely thrusting his hips, watching you both collectively tumble down the edge of pleasure.Â
The corners of your vision go dark and you close your eyes, the contrast of the two men burning you from the inside out. You cry out both of their names, completely surrendering yourself to them both. Franki snaps his hips upward, urging you to open your eyes. When you do you see him moaning with an open mouth, Daveâs hand tugging on his hair (when did that happen?) with a comforting smile you lean and press your mouth into the corner of his lips.Â
âIâm gonna come,â Frankie slurs, squeezing at your hips. âOh fuckâFuckfuckfuckââÂ
âNot yet,â Dave growls, his own movements losing their stability. âYou two come together, âwant to feel it,âÂ
âDaveee,â you whine, your inside pulsing. âCanât we justââÂ
âNo,â he snaps as he grazes his nails down your back. âTogether.âÂ
Frankie looks up at you with wide, desperate eyes. He moans before he starts to beg, he knows what gets you going, he knows you canât say no to him.Â
âPlease baby, please please pleaseââ he whispers frantically. âIâm so close. You feel me, donât you? Feel the way my cock is throbbing? I need you to come too. Tell me youâre close. We donât want to disappoint him,âÂ
âNâNo,â you answer, voice and thighs shaking. âI donât want to disappoint him,âÂ
âAre you close?âÂ
âYes.âÂ
It all happens so fast. You feel Frankie spilling into you, your own orgasm crashing into you a second later. Daveâs moans echo behind you, slamming his hips into you as he chants both your names. You collapse into Frankieâs chest, breathing heavily, he continues to come. He kisses your head, cheeks, nose, and lastly lips. No hunger under the soft gesture, only love, and adoration.Â
Dave pulls out, fucking his fist over your ass while letting out lewd groans of his own. You tremble at the feeling of something warm splashing against your back, your ass raising into the air of its own accord. His fingers delve in, spreading himself over your skin.Â
âYou two are ridiculously good,â he says. âGod, Iâm lucky,âÂ
Heâs sad. You hear it in his voice. Thankfully youâre not the only one because Frankie pulls him down, placing Dave in the middle of the two you. Frankie somehow manages to wrap his arms around you both.Â
âWeâre the lucky ones,â you whisper into his skin. âYou always take such good care of us.âÂ
He lets out a content sigh.Â
Content for now, your mind nastily whispers. You ignore it.Â
You all carry a hint of sadness, that was what made these moments even more special.Â
Frankieâs lips find Daveâs forehead, and you, the top of his spine.Â
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