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if love be rough with you, be rough with love | chapter 10 | "all the wrong things for all the right reasons"

Dave York x f!Reader

Word count: 3,228

Summary: you and Dave finally have a night alone to explore your desires and he teaches you how to please him.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, age gap (reader is early 20s, Dave is early forties), light d/s tones, TW for mentions of past child abuse/domestic abuse (reader's family), mentions of Dave's past infidelities, first time, oral (f + m receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v sex (reader is on the pill), dubcon (starts off rough but reader gets into it), reader bleeds her first time, choking, creampie, little bit of bathtub sex, a little bit of bloodsucking (but maybe not the way you think), Dave is adopted(!)

Author's Note: Please note that for the sake of the story there is mention of bleeding during MC's first time having sex. This isn't common, I just used it to show Dave's dark interest in blood and inflicting pain. It also goes to show how the MC is losing her innocence little by little as she is introduced to her new role as his mistress.

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You walk together through the side entrance of a five-star hotel. "Have you done this before? Taken a girl to a hotel?"

He gently grasps your hand, giving you a little smirk, but doesn't answer. You can already guess that you're not the first but that doesn't matter to you.

At the front desk he checks you in and you hang back, taking in the spacious, elegant lobby. It's almost afternoon and there aren't many people around, but you still feel wary of running into someone Dave knows. He puts his arm around your waist and leads you to room 308. You commit that number to your memory, placing it among just one of the many significant details of this day. You hold his hand as you take the short elevator ride to the third floor.

"Where does your wife think you are right now?" you ask curiously.

"She thinks I'm out with friends."

There's a part of you that likes the lying, deceptive aspect of this relationship. You're doing all the wrong things for all the right reasons.

The hotel room, your sanctum of sex and desire for the night, is elegant yet understated. It looks more like a high-rise apartment than a hotel. A king size bed adorned in tasteful neutrals, a large TV, a minibar complete with every type of alcohol, and a view overlooking the city.

You turn to Dave, who's watching you with an amused expression. "Up to your standards?" he asks, removing his jacket and watch, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves as he comes close to you.

"It's perfect," you tell him, removing your own jacket. In his arms you softly kiss his cheek.

"No more of that," he says gently. "Kisses on the cheek? Now you'll have to do better than that, my girl. Kisses for me have to mean something. I want to feel you, savor you."

Eyes wide, pupils dilated with lust, you lean in and kiss him, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He tastes like desire and you can't get enough of him. Dave trails hot wet kisses down your neck.

"Strip for me," he commands, already unbuttoning his own shirt. There's but a small pause before you acquiesce. Slipping off your clothes you are left in only your bra and panties, a peach silk set you're glad you wore today. Dave eyes your body hungrily, and the bulge in his pants grows. "Sit on the bed," he tells you, and you perch yourself on the edge, parting your legs, keeping your eyes on him as he removes his shirt and unbuckles his belt. The sound of the metal, of the leather being pulled through the fabric loops, discomposes you. The next thing you know, Dave is kneeling before you, his eyes full of concern.

"Are you okay?" he asks. "I thought I lost you for a minute."

Coming back to your senses, you feel foolish. "Yeah.. yeah, I'm fine. Sorry."

This doesn't necessarily dissuade him. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to," he says in a serious yet comforting tone. "You looked out of it. What were you thinking about?"

You would never dream of ruining this time with him with such talk. "Right now all I can think about is you.."

He smiles and puts his hands on your thighs, letting them travel up then back down to your knees which he hooks over his shoulders. You scoot yourself to the very edge of the bed, nerves thrumming with anticipation. Dave brushes his hand against the growing wet spot on your panties. "I have so much planned for you, sweetpea," he whispers, gently lapping his tongue against your wet spot, pressing his tongue hard enough for you to feel through your panties. You give a loud, needful moan. Dave pulls your panties down and kisses his way up your thighs. Each kiss is like fire upon your skin, and your breaths get shorter as he inches closer to your pussy. "Look how wet you are. And I haven't even done anything to you yet."

Your breath comes out in short puffs, and Dave gently blows on your clit, making you exhale with a sweet sigh. He holds your thighs, keeping them pushed back to expose more of you, and he takes in the sight of your already drenched folds. Without a moment's hesitation he dives on, devouring you with unbrideled fervor.

You moan in surprise, hips arching up to press yourself against his mouth, his tongue gliding along your clit as he inserts two fingers inside, intent on making you cum as hard as possible. All his patience with you dwindles the moment you dig your fingers into his hair, demanding more of him. He's never gone down on you until now and he wishes he'd done it sooner. "You taste so fucking sweet," he growls. Time seems to stand still, minutes seem small eternities while Dave works his magic. Your hands grab his hair, his shoulders. whatever you can grab hold of and the sounds that leave your mouth are absolutely wicked.

Spurred on by this, Dave gently takes your clit between his teeth, using his fingers to fuck you. You try to give him encouragement, to communicate your appreciation, but your mind is a mess and you can only generate feral sounds. You tremble all over, even your thighs which Dave clamps down with his arms. Only at the right, precise moment are you able to speak: "Oh my god Dave, I.. I.. oh!" A powerful wave rolls through you, carrying you to bliss.

Dave talks you through it. "There it is, my girl, yes.. you're so beautiful and this is all for you." He continues lapping at you, sucking up the juices of your arousal.

"Dave!" you moan as another great wave overtakes you. A thin sheen of sweat covers your body. "I don't know how much more I can take!"

"Just let yourself go, let me take care of you." His voice is soothing, hypnotic, almost romantic. You follow his gentle command and unleash the onslaught of pleasure that's been building up inside you, crying out his name, gently pushing him away when you become overstimulated.

He chuckles, laying next to you on the bed. "Do not ever be ashamed to tell me when you're done. Was that the first time you've ever had your pussy eaten?"

You nod, too overcome to speak just yet. Your eyes are bright, skin glowing. Dave sees this and pulls you in for a kiss, and you can taste yourself on his tongue. "What do you say to making that a regular occurrence? Tonight and as often as possible," he says. "But you understand that now I have to fuck you. I've been waiting so long, imagining when and where you'd finally become mine."

"You think I haven't wanted that too? I've fantasized about this moment forever. Make me yours.. leave your mark on me." You take his hand and guide it back to your pussy, and he readily takes over, fingering you again, gliding smoothly, stroking that soft, hidden part inside you that makes you scrunch your face in pleasure. He teases you relentlessly, filling you up but not wanting to stretch you out too much - you're so tight and he wants to relish that feeling. He's excited to be your first and he has no doubt he can make your first time memorable and pleasurable.

Only just before you come do you feel him unclasp the front of your bra, fondling your breasts and nibbling on the hardened points with his teeth. This is what propels you over the edge. He fingerfucks you through your orgasm. At the same time it's too much and not enough. "I need you inside me, Dave. Please.."

His response is little more than a growl as he moves over you, getting rid of the rest of his clothes. You cast your bra to the floor with the rest of your clothes. Dave stares down at you on the bed and you think you can see a bit of tenderness beneath his intense gaze from the foot of the bed. "Come here first. I want to fuck your mouth," he commands.

You get on all fours at the edge of the bed and he moves your hair away from your face. This creates a Pavlovian response in you to open your mouth. "Good girl," he says, pulling your hair back as you take his cock into your mouth. You know by now what he likes, but this time you let him take charge because that's what he likes in this moment. "You take my cock so well," he praises. "I'm turning you into such a good little slut. But only for me.. my fucking whore."

He pulls away when your lips tighten around him and your tongue caresses the underside of his dick. "Not yet, sweetpea. I want to cum inside that perfect virgin cunt. Regarding birth control," he continues smoothly, "you're on the pill, right?"

You have a questioning look on your face then you realize how he knows this about you. "I forgot. You like to go through my room." He must have found your pills in your bedside drawer. "Yes, I am," you answer him.

"I just wanted to see if I could trust you," he says easily. "And you, sweetpea, do you trust me? With your body, with your emotions, with your soul?" As he asks this his hands roam your body, appreciating every curve, every plane, and the triangle of soft hair that covers the entrance to your best-kept secret. God, each little touch, no matter how innocuous, dares to send you into a frenzy.

"Yes," you sigh, your heartbeat a timpani drum beat pulsing your entire body.

He hooks your knees over his forearms and positions yourself at your entrance. "This first time is just for you, sweetpea. The next time and all the times that come after are for me."

He pushes in and you gasp at the intrusion. You're wet enough to take him but it's still a matter of acclimating to his girth. He gives shallow strokes, easing deeper each time until he finds your barrier. "Look at me. Breathe," he commands in that low, soft voice. You do just that, then he slams himself against you, causing you to cry out at the brief yet searing pain. The shock wears off soon enough and you feel him fully sheathed inside you, and the first word out of your mouth is, "Fuck!"

Dave takes a moment to let the feeling sink in. He's never been in such a tight pussy. He has to hold back just from cumming right then and there. Slowly he removes himself, eliciting a slight wince from you. There's a little blood on his cock. A real virgin he thinks in wonder. Not just someone who's never been fucked, but someone who's bled for him, given something up for him. He brings you up to a sitting position. "Suck it off."

You do, and it feels ceremonial. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock and let him push into your mouth a little bit. He stares at you with what you might think, if you didn't know better, was love.

He pushes you back to the middle of the bed, joining you on the soft sheets as he presses into you again. There's less pain this time. You cease to think of anything except what is happening between you, the slow and gentle movements.

"You're so warm, so tender, and so god damn tight, sweetpea," he whispers. You whisper his name over and over, a prayer of lust and love. You kiss his face, his shoulders, his chest, wherever you can put your lips. There's the centralized feeling of the momentum of his hips rocking against yours, moving steady and deep. Meanwhile Dave is cupping your ass, bringing your legs over his shoulders so that he's in as deep as possible, a look of concentration and determination in his dark eyes. The eye contact alone is a type of eroticism, as you're both unable to feign anything in your compromising position.

"Oh god Dave.. please!" you moan.

"Please what, sweetpea?" he replies, a smug smile on his lips.

"Harder! Please!" you beg, and are rewarded with the smooth, quick pistioning of his hips, his thumb caressing your clit. An unstoppable wave of pleasure washes over you and you give a ragged cry as you cling to him.

He takes a moment to pause to revel in the feel of you pulsing around him, the way your cunt dares to consume him whole. Then he deftly maneuvers you on top of him and without being told what to do you ride him, sinking down on him, impaling yourself upon his cock. "You take me so well," he murmurs again, his hand reaching up to graze your jaw and travel down your neck. "You've already come for me like a good fucking girl. I want you to come again and again until you're a fucking quivering mess." His hand slowly grips your throat, lightly squeezing, his thumb pressing down on your windpipe just enough to make you gasp. Your hand covers his and for a moment Dave thinks you're going to remove his grasp, but to his utter delight you press his hand harder against you. He restrains from squeezing too hard yet he can see the effect it's having on you. "My girl likes a little choking? Likes it a little rough?"

Your only answer is a stifled moan as you continue to move on him, finding a rhythm that feels the best for you and that makes his eyes roll to the back of his head. He continues pressing until you ask him to go easy and he does ease up, just enough to keep you under his thumb. "Come for me, baby. You've got another one in you." His free hand cups your breast, teasing your nipple, rising up to kiss you. You wrap your arms around him, grinding your hips harder, opening your thighs wider to accommodate his girth. This time an even greater surge of pleasure engulfs you, makes you feel as if you're drowning in this long, drawn-out climax. Dave lets out a surprised grunt, shuddering as he comes, and you feel the warm rush of his seed. In that moment he leaves a piece of himself with you and it feels like a gift, like a secret. You stay locked together in this embrace, catching your breath. Though he is satiated, Dave looks at you as though he could ravage you all over again.

"You're mine now," he says. "You'll never belong to anyone else, not really."

"Why would I want to?" you smirk and it damn breaks his walls.

He puts you on your back, legs still spread so he can see his cum dribbling out of you. "I took it easy on you this time," he says, using his fingers to push his cum back into you. You wince, still sore. Dave notes this and is more gentle with you. "How do you feel?"

"A little achy, but not bad.. my bones feel like jello," you give a little laugh.

Dave smiles. "I have an idea."

The tub is warm, full of frothy bubbles, and you're lying with your back to Dave's chest as he lazily strokes down the middle of your chest. "I suppose this isn't the first time you've been unfaithful to her," you say softly even as the bathroom tiles echo your voice and make it louder.

Dave agrees, nodding. "You're right, this isn't the first time I've been unfaithful."

A twinge of jealousy pricks at your heart even though you know such a reaction is silly. "So the others were just flings, or...?"

His voice rumbles against your spine as he speaks. "The others started as just flings. I had some fun.. there were quite a few.. some I even took home right after meeting at the office, others I met on business trips, but never anyone close. Never anyone like you. You're different."

You take those words into yourself, even though they sound like a bad line from a teen TV drama. You're different, not like other girls. You're better. You can't be upset about things he did before you met. And you have to admit part of you thinks his double life is hot.

"Has Carol ever caught on?"

He pauses. "Couples will usually have arguments about faithfulness or the lack thereof, but her accusations have never been very strong, just mild critiques about how I'm away from home so much."

"You seem to have such a good relationship with her.. sometimes I watch the two of you and it seems so surreal, like one or both of you is putting on an act."

He tenses up a little at that. "What do you mean?" His voice is on edge.

You pause. "Tell me about what you were like growing up.." You tilt your head to look at him and he gives you a quick kiss. "There's not much to tell. I was in the foster system from a young age and the family I was eventually adopted into was a military family. We moved around a lot from base to base, different countries. So naturally that became my calling as well."

"And your family was okay? I mean, they loved you?"

He nods. "Yeah, we were really close, and still are."

"What happened to your birth parents?"

"I don't know. I don't care," he says with a shrug.

"My parents were shit. Well, my dad was. He used to drink a lot, beat my mom. And she never did anything about it. She was helpless."

He moves to face you. "Did he ever hurt you?" His eyes take on a ferocious look.

"Sometimes, but more than that he was manipulative. He knew how much I loved him despite everything and he used it against us, moreso with me than with my mom or my brother."

"He should have protected you. A father is supposed to be someone you can depend on," he says, and he strokes your damp hair with such love and tenderness that it almost makes you cry.

"It doesn't matter anymore. He's dead. He's been dead five years." You look up at Dave and manage a smile. "I see now why you're so dedicated to your family, how much you love your daughters. It's part of what attracted me to you. I guess I see your happy family and I want that."

"Maybe it's why you're fucking the father of that happy little family," he suggests, a provocative look in his eye as he takes you into his arms. He positions you on top again, facing away as his hips roam your slippery hips and you fit over him like a perfect glove. "This is what playing house gets you, sweetpea. Now you have to let me use you how I want.."

Your head tilts back as you slide over him, grateful to have this with him, for him to fill you up any time he pleases. This is your only chance for happiness and you're going to take it.

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brights-place · 19 days ago

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Hiii omg I literally love your work 💗💗💗 I was wondering if you could do like a rap troll x brozone (seperate)??? It could be HC or one shots or smth idrc 😁😁

[Trolls] Brozone X Rapper! Reader

Warnings: fluff, small cursing

A/N: Haven’t written for these guys in awhile and this is kind of short I apologize for the struggle

Summary: Each Brozone brother dating a rap troll

John Dory

- okay he would say he knows how to but would fumble so bad

- This man can not rap for his life even bostong he can just not when people are watching

- You laugh and teach him slowly as you also show him some songs even talking about how there was a guy who made a song called rap god that could go on and John dory had his mouth drop at how fast the song was

- John dory would try help or elsen more about rap verses and rapping even trying to guess but fialing yet he enjoys how you are able to experience and share to somebody new about your interests

- You would show him some history and enjoy how you show him rap battles that were made for fun

- Loves how you glow when rapping

Bruce

- Bruce sometimes has you preform rap songs every neo and then to get in customers

- Loves how you get all excited when you come up with a new verse to show him

- Even had you try to tecah him but he failed

- bruce everytime before you show him a verse or a freestyle you thought of to a beat would pekc your cheek and say how wonderful it was for you to share it with him

- Until one day you catched him rapping like a total legend causibg you to boast and bother him for being good at Rapping

- Bickeirng lovingly at how awesome he was and how he learnt wuickly when you only droppe dverses around him as he just shrugs it off

- Bruce is rapping was so good when you timed it hisrapping a record-breaking 19 words in three seconds. (daveed digs the man he is. As Marquis de Lafayette, Diggs performed the fastest-known rap in Broadway history in "Guns And Ships", which has a record-breaking 6.3 words per second.)

- he literally was faster then you and you were so excited for your partner to be able to do something you loved together

Clay

- Clay says that he doesnt like being the fun one but this man when you showed him rapping he alreayd knew how to do that and he was good but he loved when you were all excited

- he hates being refered ro as the fun one but when he noticed how you beamed at him for knowing how to Rap he couldnt help but smile

- You two do little rap verses to eachother grinning and laughing even if Clay tries not to be the fun one he enjoys hwo you find it fun yourself for him to know soemthing of your culture as a rap troll

- he loves hearing you explain the history

- Clay was interested when you explained Rap as a genre began at block parties in New York City in the early 1970s, when DJs began isolating the percussion breaks of funk, soul, and disco songs and extending them. MCs tasked with introducing the DJs and keeping the crowd energized would talk between songs, joking and generally interacting with the audience.

- He enjoys watching you get to do rap verses when everybdoy does a song and loves how you get pumped up

Floyd

- This man loves when you and Him sing together but most of all when you randomly rap a verse for him

- Going on dates together as he listens to your history of rapping and why its important

- being a rap troll Floyd enjoys your garious colours like an explosion and style mostly cause it was close to hiphop since they also do rapping and beatboxing

- He loves when you show him mor eof yourself even tries to include you in parts of his songs

- Floyd laughs when you teach him how to dance and rap at the same time which he gets down easily

- he’s a huge idiot for you especially when it comes to rap battles he loves how you burst with energy

Branch

- Branch doesnt mind dating a rap troll he enjoys watching you spit verses and ramble to him about ideas

- he loves seeing how you beam up everytime someone asks you to teach them

- Branch himself he likes to watch you beatbox and rap to different parts of songs.

- Branch also likes how you teach him how to rap

- when he struggles and enjoys how you to laugh together when that goes on.

- He loves adding small parts in songs for you to rap at even learning more about you and being a rap troll

- you broh compare your music genres and its always fun to learn eachothers customs

- Loves how yoy were excited to hear the poppy knew how to rap but deflated that it was only kind rap words so yoy had to explain the differences but still enjoy rapping with poppy with branch grinning like an idiot to see his partner happy

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whiskeynwriting · 2 years ago

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had a thought about mbfd series, and Dave coming over to find mc in her cheer uniform and it just gets him so riled up and feral

What a fantastic idea.

MBFD One-Shot: Roses Are Dead

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 9.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Alcohol consumption, one instance of sexual assault (a kiss on the cheek and small grab), dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, spanking, degradation, oral sex (m and f receiving), brief female masturbation, mentions of male masturbation, dry humping, unprotected vaginal sex, established relationship, some reader descriptions

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A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day my babies <3 I hope you enjoy your V-Day getaway with Daddy Dave

Funny that this is a one-shot but it’s longer than some of the chapters. Just roll with it lolol

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Unfortunately, today isn’t as special as it is in the books, especially when it falls on a Tuesday. Nevertheless, you greet the day with a smile when you wake, happy to have a slow morning due to your afternoon shift. Just like any other morning, you open your blinds, squinting and yawning from the growing light. A few months ago, your first thoughts would consist of work, school, and cheer. But lately, it’s him, he’s the first thing in your head. The first thing when you wake, and the first thing when you go to bed.

When Dave isn’t in your bed, you find it hard to sleep. Lucky for you, he’s been in it quite often as of late. And no, not in that way. Well, not just in that way. He hasn’t gone back home since that night, the night he told the girls about his divorce from their mom. But he’s had some pretty early mornings lately. When he left today, it was about four-thirty, far too early for you to fully wake; but he still kissed your forehead before leaving. You’d like to spend the mornings with him, at least for a little bit before he leaves, but you understand.

The presence of David lives in your house even when he’s not physically here. His reading glasses are on your night stand, well, his nightstand - the one on his side of the bed. There’s a book he’s been reading on the surface, too, along with a cup of water he fills regularly before bed. Smiling, you sigh, already missing him. And in the spirit of longing for your boyfriend, you decide to find one of his shirts, slipping it on over your head.

His too-big t-shirt reaches your thighs as you walk through the hallway, finding the kitchen. You’d left it dirty last night, having cooked dinner but feeling a bit lazy afterwards. Today though, you find it clean. Smiling to yourself, you sigh, knowing it was Dave. He’s not exactly a clean freak, but he is definitely one organized man. Speaking of the devil…

Princess, your new nickname. It makes you feel so giddy and special, as silly as it may be. Besides, previous boyfriends never treated this day with any sort of sentiment, so something as simple as this really means a lot to you.

At the office, Dave chokes on his coffee. Jesus, it’s ten o’clock in the morning. Not that that really matters to either of you.

Before you can wait for his response, the doorbell rings. Whipping your head around, you frown, wondering who it could be. You didn’t order anything, and you’re not expecting anyone, either. After a moment, the person knocks on the door with their knuckles, you dash to your bedroom, grabbing a pair of sweats.

“Hello?” As soon as you’d shimmied them on, you opened the door, nervous to greet your guest. But it’s just a delivery man, one who reads off your name. “Yes?”

Your eyes then drop to what he’s holding, and you smile. “These are for you. Have a good day, ma’am.”

Lips parting in awe, you take them, watching the man walk away. Even when you close the door and sit back down at the kitchen counter, you still can’t believe it. Nobody’s ever sent you flowers before, and to say you feel special would be an understatement. You can easily spot the small card poking out between the flower petals, retrieving it gently before reading it. Folding it open, your eyebrows quirk in curiosity at the writing.

Roses are dead

Violets are blue

Those flowers were hers

But these ones are for you

And then, your phone is buzzing. Before you can even message him about this, he’s calling you.

“Hi, baby.”

Immediately, your voice fills his chest with a sense of contentment. He releases a quiet sigh, smiling on the other end of the line.

“Hi, princess. Did you get the flowers I sent you?”

“I did,” Giggling slightly, you turn, admiring them. “They’re so pretty, no one’s… ever done that for me… before.”

“You deserve it.” Even through the phone, his heart fills with pride. He wishes he could’ve seen your face when receiving them. “ I’d give you the world if I had it.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Yeah, right.” He emphasizes, making you grin.

A moment of silence passes, each of you feeling smitten all over again. Nibbling on your lower lip, you glance back down at the card laying on the countertop.

“Oh, I wanted to ask… what’s with the note? Like, what does it mean?”

“Read it to me.” Dave requests, grinning to himself. He wants to hear you say it.

“Roses are dead, violets are blue, those flowers were hers, but these ones are for you.”

“Every time I gave Carol flowers, they were roses.” His response is immediate, and it makes you freeze up. Why is he telling you that? And on today of all days?

The thought makes him sigh with disappointment, so much time wasted. But now, he has you. “It wouldn't sit right with me if I gave you something that only reminds me of her. So, I got you violets, your own type of flower.”

“David…” It leaves you speechless, the meaning behind this. You never would have expected that to be his answer. “That’s… wow.”

“I love you, honey.” Dave expresses, wanting so badly to have spent this morning with you. “I really… I think you’re the one for me.”

“Baby, really?” Within moments of waking up, Dave has made this your most memorable Valentine’s Day.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Running the blunt edge of his nail along his desk, he hums, “You know, I actually have another present for you today.”

“Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah, how do you feel about going to dinner tonight?”

“Baby! I would love to!”

“Good, I figured it’s about time we had our first date. Our reservations are at seven.”

“Oh, wait. Shit.”

“What?”

“I’m working the evening shift tonight. I really wish I didn’t have to, it’s just been… ugh. Whatever. But I’m so sorry, baby.”

Genuinely, your heart sinks. You didn’t even consider that Dave might want to see you tonight. But right now, he’s not worried about that.

“Wait, what’s going on at work?”

“Nothing, it was just, it was something dumb. Everything’s fine.” Fuck, this is the last thing you want to talk about.

“No…” He drags out, raising a brow. And then he speaks your name, his voice stern as he asks again, “What happened?”

“Dave, it’s nothing.”

“If it’s nothing, then it shouldn't be a big deal for you to tell me.” He doesn’t like knowing about your stressors, but he’ll do everything in his power to relieve you of them.

“It was… yesterday, I mean, it wasn’t really that big of a deal, but…”

“Baby,” His voice is gentler now. “Talk to me.”

“There… something happened yesterday with one of the dads… at pickup.” You begin to explain, thinking back to your shift yesterday at the daycare. “He said some things to me that were… annoying, to say the least. And then sort of… grabbed me. But I -”

“Did he do something?” Dave’s voice is rushed, but not angry or loud. Not yet. But in his own head, Dave is fearing for the worst. What the fuck happened?

“He put his hand on my waist, and… kissed my cheek.”

“What?” David’s eyes go wide, brows raising high. “And where the fuck was his other hand?”

“He put it, well, it… he sort of grabbed my ass.”

“What?! What the hell did your boss say?! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Furious, he stands, running a hand over his face. But on your end, your lip is quivering, tears daring to drip down your cheeks.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen, and I -”

“What?” He interrupts. “You didn’t mean for it to happen?”

“No! Baby, I promise! I promise I wouldn’t do anything like that!”

“Baby, you don’t think this was your fault, do you?”

“W… What?”

“You told that prick to fuck off and he didn’t, how the hell could that have been your fault?”

Oh. He… kind of has a point. You thought he’d be pissed when he heard about this, not at the man or your work but at you.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” He doesn’t understand, why wouldn’t you go to him as soon as this happened?

“I thought you’d be… mad.”

“I am mad! I’m pissed!” But when he’s met with your silence, he begins to understand. “But… not at you, baby.”

He’s starting to realize that he’s only making this situation worse. His reaction doesn’t exactly scream ‘cool, calm, and collected’. How can he expect you to come to him in the future when he reacts like this?

“I’m sorry, I just, I hate knowing that happened to you.”

“I know.” You mumble, calming down once his voice settles.

“What did your work do about it?”

“Well, I asked for the next day off, today, but they wouldn’t let me. I just wanted a day to collect myself, but they didn’t think it was necessary.”

“Okay, that’s it.” Standing from his desk, Dave puts the call on speaker. “I’m going up there.”

“What? What are you going to say?!”

“I’m going to tell them that you’re not coming in to work today.” He’s already reaching for his jacket, buttoning the front of it.

“Dave don’t! You could get me fired!”

“Not if I tell them I work for the DIA and investigate the livelihood of retired vets and their families.” His answer is quick as hell and honestly, makes a little bit of sense. Your dad was in the military, after all.

“How… how did you come up with that so quick?” You laugh, and it makes your love grin.

“Don’t worry about it.” He replies playfully. “And don’t worry about going into work today. Just get yourself ready, and I’ll pick you up around five, okay?”

“Wait, why five?”

“Oh, I forgot. We have a hotel room, too.”

“What?” At this, a surprised smile spreads fully across your lips.

“If I’m taking you out, I’m making sure there won’t be any familiar faces around to see us. That’s why we’re heading to the city. And if we’re going far, why not stay the night out there, hm?”

“I really can’t even believe you.” With a shocked giggle, you sigh. You feel giddy, filled to the brim with butterflies.

“Well, believe it, princess. Because I’ll be there at five. Get yourself packed and ready, okay?”

Nibbling on the corner of your lip, you nod. “Okay.”

“I love you, baby. I’ll make this right.”

You have to admit, the thought of Dave showing up at your place of work and flashing his badge to stand up for you is… quite the image. Knowing how protective he is of you and the lengths he’ll go to in order to prove it is making you swoon. Thinking of him walking in and putting your boss in his place, wearing his dark gray business suit with his badge on his hip, that deep voice growing stern with intimidation. Between David’s protectiveness and the night he has planned ahead, it’s all making you hot with anticipation.

“I love you, too.”

Taking an hour gap in the middle of his day is easy. With him coming in early and working late so often, he could take an hour break every day if he wanted. More often than not, though, he was too enthralled with his workload to do so. But you’re far more important than any legal document on his desk.

He already knows where you work, of course, but what you’re not aware of, is he knows your employee badge number and your boss’s full name, too. It makes him chuckle, the thought of it. That information was almost too easy to get.

Dave is going to your place of work under the pretense of his job, his specific position. And with that in mind, he keeps himself calm and collected. After all, there isn’t a scenario where he walks out of this building without getting his way. This will be easy for him.

The walls are colored in a bright blue with rainbows and flowers along their edges. At the receptionist’s desk, there’s a jar of candy and a small treasure chest of dollar-store toys. Right behind her sits a board with multiple flyers posted, ones detailing drop-off and pick-up times and the spirit week the facility is hosting for Valentine’s Day. It makes him grin, knowing you come here every day. He’d love to see you with kids, he knows you’re so kind and patient with them.

“Hi! How can I help you?”

“Hi there,” Dave grins, walking up and leaning on the counter’s edge. Lifting his badge, he allows it to lay open, quickly introducing himself. “David York with the Defense Intelligence Agency. I’m here to see a Mr. Adam Hall?”

Immediately, her kind smile fades into shock. She seems surprised and quite impressed, eyes flashing from Dave’s badge to his handsome face. Lips pursing, she swallows, flustered by his confidence.

“Um… y-yes, sir.” The way Dave carries himself would intimidate anyone, and she’s clearly not immune to it.

Picking up the phone, she presses Adam’s line, whispering a quiet, “Hi, there’s someone here to see you.” A moment passes before she responds with, “Law enforcement.”

Shortly after she sets the phone down, Adam is rounding the corner, confused suspicion written all over his face. At this, Dave perks up, happy he didn’t have to wait.

“Dave York.” He says, approaching the man while showing his badge. “Defense Intelligence Agency.”

“H-Hello… I’m um, I’m Adam Hall. What can I help you with, Mr. York?”

“I think it would be best if we talked in your office.” He replies, folding his badge into his front pocket.

Not willing to wait for a response, Dave takes the lead, walking Adam back to his own office. He even takes it upon himself to open the door, allowing your boss to walk in and take a seat at his desk. The entire situation is perplexing to him, his palms sweating with nerves, especially when Dave closes the door behind him.

“I’m here to discussion the accusation of sexual harassment in your place of work?” Dave offers, his voice appearing inquisitive.

“What? Sexual harassment, I, I never, we haven’t seen - ”

“Specifically pertaining to employee number 000245679.”

At this, his lips seal. Dave’s caught him.

“Can I… ask how you received this information?”

Dave is quick on his feet. “The wellbeing of United States veterans and their families is under my direct supervision.” Not exactly a lie - he’s actually dealt with cases like this before. And besides, you are his to care for.

“She’s… a veteran?”

“A close family member of hers is.” Dave clarifies, narrowing his eyes. “I understand a parent was the aggressor in this instance, occurring yesterday at approximately four-thirty in the afternoon, correct?”

“I’m, well, I’m not exactly sure. I don’t have the document in front of -”

“Pull it up.”

Gulping, he does just that, finding it as quickly as he can. “Yes, that is correct.”

“And what happened in this situation, exactly?” He wants Hall to read it himself, and read it aloud to see how ridiculously harsh he’s being on you. You could have sued, and all you asked for was a day off to process things.

“The… um, before clocking out, the employee encountered and greeted one of the children’s parents, Mr…” Hall then glances up, clearing his throat nervously. He trails off, wanting to be professional and leave the father's identity anonymous. But that’s fine, Dave probably would have gone after that man, anyway. “Said parent then complemented employee 000245679 on her physical appearance, and did not stop when she requested. Said father then approached employee 000245679, placing a hand on her waist and kiss, um… kissing her cheek.”

“And?” Dave prompts when your boss’s words stop.

“And laid his other hand on her backside.”

Trying to keep his composure, Dave sighs, glaring at the man before him. “This needs to be dealt with, Adam.”

“Well we’ve, um, we’ve already followed protocol on this, and…”

“Protocol? Claiming employee 000245679 is the one at fault is your protocol? Giving her no reassurance of this situation? Not speaking to this parent? Not even giving her a single day off to process this?”

Adam is silent, eyes barely able to meet Dave’s intense gaze.

“My protocol is as follows - employee 000245679 receives three days of PTO, given that she doesn’t take action for more money against this company. And this father is banned from campus.”

“The, his child is already enrolled in our program.”

“He is no longer allowed to drop-off nor pick them up from this building. Have I made myself and my expectations clear?” Standing, Dave keeps his stare.

“Y-Yes… sir.”

“That’s a good sport.” Dave grins happily, his words condescending. “I will be checking up on your progress, Adam.”

With an anxious nod, he stands to see Dave out, but he’s already walking through the door. Rounding the corner, he encounters the receptionist once again.

“Have a good day…” Dave begins, eyes finding her name tag. “Candice. Good to know.”

With a curt nod and friendly smile, he’s pushing open the door, returning to his car. Yep, just as easy as he’d expected it to be.

Back at his office, Dave finds it easy to return to his work, finishing it just how he always does. Working from the office has been far easier than doing so from home. Even if he were working from your apartment, he knows he’d be distracted.

But before clocking out for the day, he finds his insides growing with nerves. He’s excited to see you, he really is, but he hasn’t felt this anxious in years. Going on first dates just doesn’t… happen to him. He’s been married for so long that he never thought he’d be on one again. He hasn’t dated in decades. And even though the two of you already know each other, have already spent nights together and touched each other, he’s still nervous about it. What if he’s not gentlemanly enough for you? What if he’s too gentlemanly? What if you don’t like the places he’s taking you to? What if you end up wanting to go home? Jesus, he’s really becoming a nervous wreck.

Truthfully, he knows you’ll love anything he does for you. You adored the flowers he sent and because of that, he knows you’ll cherish his last gift for you. A silver necklace with a single pendant - one dried violet encased in resin. Something that will always last and hopefully, always remind you of him.

Placing it back in its tiny box, it gives him the confidence to go forward with these plans. Not that he’d ever cancel. He’s covered all of his bases for this - you’re going an hour away, it’s likely you won’t see any familiar faces. You’re staying overnight, so the both of you can truly enjoy your mini vacation. And lastly, he already told Carol and the girls he’d be spending a few days away from the house, they don’t even know he’s going anywhere. Tonight, it will be just you and him.

On your end, you couldn’t be more excited. You’ve never done something like this, and the fact that he’s taking you out in public is just amplifying it. For some reason, the risk of being caught isn’t scary to you, although it really should be. You also can’t wait to have him all to yourself in a hotel room, how fancy. You’ve enjoyed having him at your apartment, enjoyed the little bits of domesticity. But honestly… you’ve missed the sneakiness, the impulsiveness and excitement. And going on a spontaneous adventure is bringing all of that back.

You can’t contain your little squeal of eagerness when Dave calls, immediately snatching up your phone. “Hey, baby!”

“Hi honey,” The elation in your voice makes him smile, melting his worrisome nerves. “I’m here, are you ready?”

“Yeah! I’ll be right down!”

“Okay, do you need help with anything?”

“No, I don’t think so. Just packed an overnight bag. Oh also, I’m in comfy clothes. I figured I’d change into nicer ones at the hotel?”

“That’s perfect.” He reassures you, eager to see your gorgeous face.

“Okay! I’ll be right down, babe.”

Grabbing your small bag, you sigh, eager to get the night started. You’re wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, but inside you packed a nicer dress and a pair of pajamas. On top of your essential bathroom items and charger, you’re ready to go.

Dave’s sparkling silver Tesla is parked right out front, he really doesn’t seem to care anymore. Skipping over to the car, you open the back door, dropping your bag inside before closing it, and heading to the passenger side.

“Hey!”

“Come here.” Already, he’s leaning over the center council, hand finding the side of your face.

Leaning into him, your smiles meet, a giddy hum vibrating from you. He still has his scruff, which your fingers dance along when he gives you a handful of small kisses.

“I’ve missed you so much.” He’s still so smitten with you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby. I’m so excited!”

“I’m glad you are,” Dave sighs, smiling as he returns to his seat. “Get your seatbelt on, we’ve got a long drive.”

Snuggling in, you make yourself cozy, leaning in Dave’s direction. Crossing your legs, you fold your arms on the center console, his free hand landing on your thigh.

“So, you took care of things at work?” Gazing up at him with hearts for eyes, you sigh.

“Oh fuck, I totally forgot!”

Immediately, you shoot up. “What?!”

“Nah,” Dave smiles, laughing. “I took care of it.”

Swatting his arm, you roll your eyes. “Asshole.”

“Well this asshole got you three days of PTO.”

“Wait, really? But I’m part-time, I don’t get PTO.”

“You do now.” Squeezing your thigh lightly, Dave reminisces on the recent memory. And now, you are too. You can just picture it, Dave’s intimidation. And honestly, knowing he went out of his way to protect you like that is making you a little hot for him.

It’s not until now that he realizes, when he’s finally out of work-mode. You were harassed, actually assaulted. Someone invaded your privacy, and he wasn’t there to help. Sure, he made it better now, but he can’t undo what has already been done. And all at once, a wave of emotions surges over him, his grip on your thigh tightening ever so slightly. He feels like he’s failed at his job; he can’t let that happen to you again.

“I can’t believe you did that for me.” Sliding your hand down, you gently grab his wrist.

“I’m here for you, sweetheart.” Comes that deep, rumbly voice. “I won’t let that happen again.”

The excitement you’d been yearning for all comes rushing back as soon as you get to the hotel room. The drive was easy, you mostly slept, but now, you’re full of energy. And once you got through your suite’s door, it became clear that Dave was, too.

His hands are on your hips, dragging them over his own. He can already feel your wetness, having taken off your outer garments. Once you were in just your bra and panties, you climbed onto his lap, wanting him all over again.

“I’ve missed you so damn much.”

“We were only apart for like,” You giggle, feeling the repeated press of his lips. “Eight hours.”

“Too fucking long.” Sliding his hand down, he grabs a fistful of your ass before slapping it, shoving you forward onto him.

He’s resting against the bed’s headboard, sitting up while you straddle his clothed lap. Pressing his open mouth to yours, Dave’s tongue slides inside, tangling with your own while you moan. Your body is resting entirely on his chest, arms looped around his neck while your fingers explore his mocha-toned hair.

“You sexy fucking thing,” He’s breathing hotly against your lips, both hands falling to your backside. “Thought about you all day, about that beautiful mouth and what it can do.”

“You really love blowjobs now, huh?” Your voice is laced in cockiness and lust, the thought of it sending a tingle between your thighs.

“You know I do.” He practically growls against your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip.

“Yeah? I love giving them.”

“I can fucking tell.” Just barely, his hips roll up against you, his eyes flashing to his watch to check the time. Forty-five more minutes until your reservation. “Fuck, I love the way you swallow me.”

The last thing you expected this year was to go on a Valentine’s Day getaway with Molly York’s dad. But here you are, grinding down onto his lap while he grabs your bare ass, the two of you tugging on the other’s hair while swapping spit. And you fucking love it.

What would Molly say if she found out? What would she do? Who would she be more upset with? And why? But honestly, it’s pretty hard to think about anything when David’s hand is on the back of your head while he’s shoving his tongue down your throat. Fuck it, you really can’t keep yourself from her dad.

“When do we have to go?” Turning your head, your lips find his cheek, moving over the growing patches of dark hair.

“Forty minutes.” He responds, fingers curling into your hair and pulling.

It yanks you back, puffing your chest out toward him. With this new angle, he dives down, planting his face directly between your breasts.

“Fuck.”

Both hands find their way to your chest, pushing your tits up against his face. While mouthing at them, he groans, feeling your fingernails scrape over his scalp.

“I need to fuck your tits, baby.”

“Yeah? You like ‘em that much, huh?”

“Fuck yes… Jesus. They’re so fucking soft.” And then he becomes muffled, suffocating himself with them once again.

“Baby, I need to get ready soon.” You remind him sweetly while giggling.

“Not yet,” He mumbles, tongue laying over the side of your tit. “Please, not yet.”

He’s touching every part of you that he can, every inch he can reach. It’s been a little over a month and he still can’t get enough of you. He wants more, always. Always more.

“Come on,” Laughing, you tug lightly on his hair, bringing him up for some air. “You can play with them later, okay… daddy?”

“Oh, fuck me.” His face nearly goes slack from it. You’ve really got him under a spell.

With a quick peck, you’re climbing off of his lap, going into your bag to get out the dress you’d packed. It’s easy to slip on, the smooth fabric a lovely feeling against your skin. A pair of sparkling black heels fit your feet nicely, along with a pair of silver earrings to decorate yourself with. And it doesn’t take you long to apply your makeup, years of Pom coached you for that. Besides, you’re going for a simple, nude look anyway.

“Is this fancy enough, baby?” Walking out of the bathroom, you’re satisfied with your look. But you’re more worried about what he thinks.

“Absolutely.” He’s already standing at the mirror, making sure his tie is straight. “You look amazing.”

“Yeah, right.” You grin, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah,” He says, walking toward you. “Right.”

Staring up at him with a bashful smirk, Dave’s hands find your waist, pulling you into him. Shaking his head slightly, he sighs. “I can’t wait to have you tonight.”

“Yeah, and I have a little present for you, too.”

“You know, I also have one.”

“Another one? You’ve already given me enough!”

“Last one,” Your lover grins, “I promise.” And then he’s reaching into his jacket pocket, pulling out a small, flat box. “Here, open it.”

Eyeing him, you offer a look of faux annoyance, glancing down as your fingers pry open the sides. And immediately, your eyes widen, brows folding up in the center from the gift’s sentiment.

“Do you know what it is?”

“Baby, of course I do.” Delicately, your fingers pluck the necklace from its cushion, setting the box down on the table to your left. “A dried violet.”

“I told you,” Dave then says, prompting your eyes to return to his. “It’s your flower now.”

Staring into his eyes, you find yourself becoming emotional. No one has ever treated you like this.

“I love you.”

“I want you to think of me whenever you look at it,” He tells you, “And know how much I love you.”

The flower’s color goes perfectly with your dress, the black and purple hues blending nicely. David even takes it upon himself to place it around your neck, something that makes you swoon all over again. He’s gentle with it, just as gentle as he’s currently holding your hand.

Walking you through the lobby and front doors, Dave easily calls a cab, wanting both of you to be able to drink to your liking tonight. He even goes out of his way to open the car door for you, and the door to the restaurant, too.

It’s easily the nicest establishment you’ve ever been to; you honestly feel like you don’t belong. But David’s head is held high, holding onto your hand with pride. Your difference in age is quite obvious, especially with Dave’s facial hair, but you like it. As misogynistic as may sound, you like being the pretty little thing on Dave’s arm.

“Is this okay for you, honey?” He asks, getting situated in his seat after pulling out your chair. Internally, he’s a nervous wreck, and surprised he’s not sweating bullets.

“What? The restaurant?”

Dave nods, eyes full of worry. He wants you to like it; if you didn’t, he’d easily consider going elsewhere.

“Baby, this is perfect. I’ve never been to a place like this.”

Extravagant chandeliers hang on the ceiling, the walls a deep and elegant red with tables lining its edges. The music is dreamy and quiet, a pianist playing gracefully in the very center of the large room. Each setup has their own dimmed mood lighting, and is far enough away from the others to have private conversation. The smell of bread and garlic fills the air, alongside seafood and fresh greens. You can already feel yourself salivating just from the scent.

Dave is more than happy with your answer, releasing a breath of relief. Smiling, he takes a look at the menu, eyeing a bottle of white he thinks you’d enjoy.

“Would you be okay with me drinking tonight?” He asks, glancing up at you.

You offer an amused grin. “As long as I’m able to drink, too.”

And just like that, Dave is ordering a bottle of wine for the table, alongside water for the both of you and breadsticks to start. After that, you’ll be served spinach and artichoke dip with baked pita and olive oil. You hope you have the will to be able to pace yourself for the rest of your time here.

“Did I tell you where we’re going in a few days?” David asks, watching you take a sip from your glass.

“No, you haven’t!”

“How do you feel about Spain?”

“Spain? I’ve never even been there before!”

Dave smiles at your excitement, sipping at the bourbon he ordered. “Well, we’ll be staying at a hotel in Madrid.”

“I don’t know too much Spanish… is that okay?”

“That’s perfectly fine. I’m fluent, I’ll do all the talking.”

“You are not.” Jaw dropping in awe, you stare at him with lovestruck eyes. How does he still manage to impress you?

“Yeah, I am.” Huffing out a laugh, he nods. “That, and French.”

“Really? When did you have time to learn all of that?”

Dave just shrugs. “Part of the job.”

Your lover’s inner monologue couldn’t be more frantic, but in the best of ways. Every thought is pulling him in its own direction, from Spain to you to work to the restaurant’s food. Mostly though, he’s thinking about you. It’s taking his breath away, how stunning you look. He can see your toned physique through your dress, its silhouette highlighting your curves beautifully. Your neckline isn’t too low, but he can still see the dip of your cleavage. What he wouldn't give to run his tongue up that valley right now. He can still taste your tits on his tongue from when he worshiped them in your suite, the flavor of your skin reminiscing within him. He wants nothing more than to pull you aside, run his palms along your body and grab your softest places. And the way you did your makeup tonight has him smitten, your eyelashes fluttering gracefully with your smooth lips fucking taunting him in that shade of lipstick. He’s going to ruin you tonight.

“Dave?”

“Hm?” Eyes immediately darting up, you see him become slightly flustered, a shade of pink coloring his ears.

“You’re that distracted, huh?” You tease, placing your elbows on the table so you can fold your hands together, resting your chin on them.

“Yeah, baby…” He sighs, eyes dropping to your chest again. “You look so good tonight.”

The only thing that pulls him out of this trance is when your food comes, and even then, he finds it difficult to look away. But the smell of your food easily captures your attention, the seafood pasta you ordered already making your mouth water.

“Is there anything else I can do for you?” Your waiter asks, clasping his hands together.

Before even touching his food, David does about you. “Do you want another drink? A different type of wine?”

“No, it’s okay, babe. I really like this one.” Reassuring him with a kind smile, you then transfer it to the waiter. “Thank you.”

“You know,” Staring at your plate, you smile, twisting your fork into the buttered pasta. “You’ve been such a gentleman.”

“Really?” Almost desperately, he looks up. “You think so?”

“Are you kidding me? The flowers? The hotel? My necklace? This restaurant? And then what you did at work? I really can’t believe you’re doing all of this for me.”

Internally, you wonder if he’d done these types of things for Carol, too. And whether or not he did, you hope he continues to do it with you.

“I told you I’d take care of you.” He says while stabbing his fork into a piece of food. “Whatever you want,” And then he’s looking up into your eyes, carob-colored orbs staring into your own. “It’s yours.”

And he really meant it. Because as soon as you said you, I want you, he was paying for your bill. He’d been itching to get his hands back on your body since you left his lap in the hotel room. Before leaving, though, he asks if you’d like anything else. More wine? Dessert? Being that it’s Valentine’s Day, you ordered two slices of cheesecake with strawberry drizzle and chocolate ganache, hoping to share it back in your room.

“Come here,” He rushes out, pushing you up against the wall.

“Baby,” Comes your small giggle. “I have to put this in the - ”

“Just put it down.” Grabbing the box from your hand, he shoves it onto the nearest table, both hands then quickly falling to your ass.

He’s pulling it up, scrunching it along your hips as he positions himself between them. Already, he’s grinding into you, breathing heavily against your neck. You can feel the pressure, the firm weight of his body moving against you, and you almost can’t breathe from it. Your hands find his head, his hair, eyes closing as he starts sucking on your neck.

“Baby…” Gently, you roll your pelvis forward, grinding against him, and it only provokes him to press you further into the wall.

“You’re so beautiful,” Dave mumbles, hands incessant on your body. He’s running his palms along your waist, squeezing your curved features before traveling to your thighs and grabbing them, too. “Fuck, how do you have such a hold on me?”

Breathlessly, you find your words. “Let me get out of this first, baby. Don’t you wanna see your surprise?”

“Fuck.” Dropping his head down, he catches his breath, lifting his head to look you in the eyes. Swallowing thickly, he then nods. “Okay.”

Against his better judgment, he backs up just enough for you to wiggle out between him and the wall. Taking his hand, you kiss it, dropping it when you walk off toward the bathroom. “I’ll be right back.”

With a heavy breath, Dave shakes his head, making his way over to the bed. Plopping himself down, he lays back, running a heated palm over his face while he groans. The pulse in his crotch is already so apparent that it hurts, and he’s not sure if you’re getting lingerie on or what but he honestly doesn’t even care. You could come out in a goddamn ghillie suit and he’d still jump on you.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” He replies, head turning in your direction.

“Where are you?”

“Laying on the bed…” His voice trails off as he says it, curious about your plan. “Why?”

“Okay, close your eyes. And stay there!”

Huffing out a chuckle, he does as he’s told, folding his hands over his stomach while doing it. “Okay.” He calls back, “Ready.”

Slowly, the bathroom door creeps open, poking your head out to make sure he’s telling the truth. And when you see that he is, you step toward him with quiet feet.

“Keep them closed, baby…” You remind him gently, running your palms up his covered thighs.

It makes him smile, his insides tingling with excitement. What is this?

Crawling onto his lap, you situate yourself over him, placing your hands on his chest. With a giddy smile, you hum, whispering to him. “Okay, open them.”

He keeps a straight face as his eyelids flutter, caramel orbs growing a bit wide. At first, he sees your face, your angelic face. But then his gaze trails down, taking in the fabric of your tightly cropped top, its bedazzled hemline and long black sleeves. Your midsection is showing, your cute little belly button resting just above the edge of your skirt, more sparkles lining its edge.

“Oh my fucking god.”

It’s funny how quick his opinion on these outfits has changed. When Molly first came home in it, he was livid. Why the fuck did it have to be so short? So revealing? He understands she’s not in high school anymore but still, he wasn’t happy about it. But with you, it’s the complete opposite. He wishes your uniform showed more.

“Do you like it, baby?” It’s a timid question, said while dragging your pointer finger down his chest.

“Baby…” His voice is low, hands reaching up to take hold of your hips.

The first time he ever saw you in it, he’d imagined bending you over and fucking you brainless. And now, he finally has that chance.

“This is for me?” Dave mumbles, unable to tear his eyes away from you.

“Mhm,” Tilting your head to the side, you reach out to cup his face, bringing his gaze back to you as you repeat, “Do you like it, daddy?”

“Princess,” Huffing out a quick breath, he shakes his head. “Get on your fucking knees.”

Before you even have a chance to move, he’s sitting up and pushing you off of his lap. You stumble back, quickly feeling Dave’s hands grab you. He spins you around so your back is against the bed, watching you fall to your knees just like he said.

“Fuck me.” He’s already undoing his belt, “Baby, you have no idea how much I like it.”

“I think I’m getting the hint.” You grin, staring up at him.

You look so pretty, resting on your knees for him, waiting patiently while he undresses. And he does so rapidly, fumbling with his pants before reaching in to pull himself out.

“Baby,” He says, already fighting for breath. “I want you to suck on it.”

He’s completely full and resting in front of your face, tip red and leaking, dripping. Leaning in, your tongue lays out to catch some of it, and you swear you see him twitch. Reaching up, you go to place your hand on his base, but he swats it away.

“No hands.” That deep voice demands, “Just do it.”

The way he’s speaking to you makes your eyes go wide, leaning back against the bed as your lips part for him. His right hand falls behind your head, his other on his base to guide the tip in. Watching intently, his brows narrow, feeling his tip run across your soft skin. He slides it over your bottom lip, glossy precum oozing from the slit.

“I love your little uniform…” He tells you lowly, “Remember seeing you in it for the first time.”

“Rea -”

“No talking.” He grunts, shoving himself in, and you immediately gag on him. “Swallow it, princess, I know you can do it.”

You wiggle back, trying to get a breath but he doesn't let you. Leaning further in, he presses you against the side of the bed, the hand he had on his base moving to hold your jaw open.

“Oh, god.” Tossing his head back, Dave releases a guttural groan, the length of him pulsing inside your throat. Gently, he pets at your hair, feeling you begin to settle down beneath him. “There you go, princess.”

Keeping your eyes open, you stare up at him, doing your best to take deep breaths. You’re also trying to keep your hands at your sides, this new rule forcing you to beg for him. And when he tilts his head back down to see your pretty eyes, he moans, eyes raking over your features. His thumb slides toward your mouth, prodding at your bottom lip.

“A little cheer girl…” He mumbles, a cocky smirk pulling on the corner of his lips. “All for me.”

While maintaining eye contact, you wiggle your tongue beneath him, his jaw dropping as he hisses from the sensation. That’s when both hands drop to your face, his hips moving back. He sets a gentle pace, reveling in the smooth slide of your tongue. Hesitantly, you reach up, wanting to hold his thighs. But remembering his new rule, they shoot back down.

“Good girl,” He praises happily, surprised by your restraint. “Baby, that was so good.”

It provokes a small, happy mewl from your throat, drool slowly but surely beginning to pour down your chin. He can feel it, too, every time his scrotum connects with your skin. The squelch of it quickly becomes loud, but he doesn’t really care. Your blowjobs were usually sloppy.

“Jesus Christ,” He grunts, running the fingers of his dominant hand through the hair at the crown of your head. Harshly, he fists it, moving forward to completely pin your head against the bed. It surprises you, so much so that your hands reach out to grab the fronts of his thighs.

“I said no fucking touching.” Grabbing your wrist, he snaps it to the side, tossing it away from him.

Harshly, he fucks himself into your mouth, staring down while trying to catch his breath. Jesus, he wishes you were both in the stadium. Thinking about pulling you to the side at halftime and fucking your face is making his high arrive far too fast.

“You’re taking it so good, swallowing me so good…” His praise lights your body on fire, makes you moan and want for his touch. “How’s it taste, huh? You like how I taste?”

“Mhm,” Is the most you’re able to get out, eyes rolling back as he slides down your throat again. His tip repeatedly punches against your inner skin, the space between your legs tingling with excitement. And if you can’t touch him, you figure you might as well touch yourself.

David feels your slight shift, glancing further down as he watches your hand slither between your legs. Lifting up the front of your skirt, Dave can see the black lining underneath, your tiny fingers rubbing over it.

“You dirty little thing.” It would be considered degradation if he didn’t say it so lovingly.

The angle is awkward but he wishes so desperately that it wasn’t. He’d give anything to watch you rub yourself while you sucked on him. But he’s already too close to his high, and he wants to do so much more.

With a firm grunt, he pulls himself out of your mouth, listening to your harsh gasp punch into the air. Your chin and neck are wet from it, even the very front of your top.

“C’mere, princess.” With a small groan, he leans down, picking you up by your armpits.

You barely have time to find your footing before he’s shoving you backwards onto the bed and climbing over you. You’re shocked, what is he doing?

“Keep your hands to yourself, sweetheart.” He reminds you, placing his knees on either side of your biceps.

It cages you in, along with his weight pressing into your chest. But he does his best to keep himself upright, not wanting to hurt you. And after a moment, you come to your senses, thinking he must want you to suck him off like this. But that’s before he’s yanking the edge of your top up over your tits. You chose not to wear any garments beneath the uniform, so when he pulls the top up, your breasts immediately bounce out.

“Look at that,” His eyes have gone wide, irises blown as he stares down at your naked chest. But then he does something you wouldn’t have even fathomed. He spits.

Reaching down, he rubs it over your chest, sliding it up and down the valley between your breasts. Your breaths become heavy and ragged, pretty eyes staring up at him as you call out, “David.”

“Have I told you how badly I wanna fuck your tits?” He’s still not looking at you, his wet thumb gliding over your pretty, pebbled peak.

Spitting into his palm, he then returns it to his base, running it over his erection. Inside, your heart is pounding, watching Dave touch himself in front of you like this. And he’s towering over you, chest expanding with every heavy breath.

“Yeah…” Mumbling, he leans in, placing the thickness of his cock in that luscious divot. His hands find either side of your breasts, pushing them together. Dave’s eyes roll back when he does it, feeling your softness encase him. “Yes… yes.”

All too quickly, he’s thrusting himself against you, sliding his cock between your tits while those broad hands continue to fondle them. Occasionally, his thumb will swipe over your nipple, his breaths already quick and erratic.

“Baby, daddy,” Your voice is high and desperate, pleading with him, “Can I please touch you? Please?”

Easily, he gives in, nodding. “Yeah, princess. Touch me, do whatever you want to me.”

Instantly, your hands come up, arms wrapping around his thighs. Your fingertips caress the exposed skin along his pelvis, the curly hairs at his base.

“Fuck me, I’m gonna cum.”

“Really, daddy?”

“Baby, I can’t, I can’t help it. Fuck.”

“Are you gonna cum on my tits, daddy?” You’re only egging him on, feeling the firm thrum of the vein along his shaft.

“Oh, I want to, baby. I really want to.”

“Please do it, baby. Please.” Your voice is soft as you coo to him, staring up at his focused face. But all he’s looking at is your bouncing flesh as it jiggles around his erection, his spit creating the perfect slippery space for him to fuck.

“S-Shit, shit.”

You’re almost speechless, witnessing his reaction to this. Staring up at him with wide eyes and parted lips, the only thing that rips your attention away from him is the warm splatter covering your breasts. He’s groaning above you, hips jerking against your chest. His jaw has dropped completely, brows furrowing harshly as he watches it spurt from his tip. The sensation of it shivers through his pelvis and up his spine, his lungs doing their best to get in adequate breaths.

“Baby…” Sighing, you smile, adoring the blissful look on his face. “Can you get a towel for me?”

Tilting his head, he stares down at you, wondering aloud, “You think I’m not gonna fuck you in this?”

Honestly… yes, you absolutely thought that. With him cumming so quickly, you thought he’d be done for the night. But you’re happily surprised to find out otherwise. And Dave is easily able to read your reaction based on your sly grin.

Climbing off your chest, Dave sighs, dropping his pants the rest of the way down his legs. And when you finally sit up, Dave is right in your face, cupping your cheek so he can kiss you. But you’re only allowed one before he’s grabbing your hips again, this time flipping you onto your stomach. And you move easily with him, the strength he has not giving you much room to protest.

“Fuck, baby.” His voice is ragged, his left hand smacking your ass while his other hold shoves your skirt up and over your hips. Dragging the thin material to the side, he exposes your glistening pink lips, immediately moving to rub his tip against them.

He’s already half hard, his body clearly pent up from the surprise you gave him tonight. Slapping himself against your backside, he groans when you wiggle your hips against him, grinding against his pelvis. By now the spend on your chest has rubbed into the bedsheets, but it’s not really a concern for you. You’ll likely shower afterwards, and you’re sure Dave will call for new sheets.

“I love you,” It was the last thing you expected him to say, but it makes your heart swoon.

“Baby,” Softly, you whine for him. “I love you, too.”

And then, he’s sliding in, his head prodding at your entrance. He easily makes it past the thin skin of your outer lips, feeling your heat surround him once again. And when he’s halfway in, both hands find your hips, guiding you back as he pushes further in.

“Baby,” Gasping, your fingers reach for the comforter, fisting it in your hand.

It stings slightly, and how you’re not used to his girth yet astounds you. A small flutter washes through your hips, and David can feel it. He groans from the way you pulse around him, from the texture of your slick, gummy walls sucking him in.

“I wanna do this again.” He then states, his pace much quicker than before. “Please let me fuck you in this again.”

“You like it that much, huh, daddy?”

“I fucking love it, you’re so goddamn sexy in this.”

Before you can respond, he’s hitting something so powerful inside you that it forces a cry from your throat, a euphoric shiver running through your body.

“I remember the first time I saw you do the splits, your pretty little ass hanging out beneath your skirt. Fuck me, that was so hot, baby.”

“I like that you saw,” You’re breathless, the memory making your insides fizzle with arousal and ecstasy. “I w-wanted you to see.”

Baring his teeth briefly, David’s palm smacks down on your cheek, the hit stinging your soft skin. “I fucking knew it.”

“D-Daddy,” You almost can’t even respond to him, the wetness from your arousal mixing with his own, the combination beginning to drop down your legs.

“And when I saw you do it in my backyard… god damn. I touched myself to it, did you know that, princess? I touched myself to the thought of you after you did that.”

“Fuck, baby!” Thinking of Dave jerking off after seeing your flexibility makes you grin. His want for you was always so obvious, you still wonder how others don’t see it. “I love that, I love it…”

Another swat at your ass and you’re tossing your head back, ragged groans and high whines slipping past your lips. It takes everything in you to bounce back against him, but truthfully, it’s useless. Dave is doing most of the work and he doesn’t mind one damn bit.

“And you were so quick to show me your tits.” He huffs out, laughing. “You were such a whore for it.”

“Fuck me.” Groaning, you smile beneath him, shoving your face into the covers.

“Look at you now,” He coos mockingly, “All bashful for me.”

Leaning over your pliant form, he presses his clothed chest to your barely-covered back. “You weren’t so bashful when I was fucking your mouth, were you, princess?”

Reaching around, your hand finds the back of his head, tilting your own back to press your cheek to his. Smirking, he hums from the feeling of your fingernails dragging across his scalp, his hips unrelenting in their pace against your ass.

“And now you’re mine, all for me. My pretty girl, my perfect princess. You think anyone else is gonna touch you while you’re with me? Huh, baby?”

“No,” Comes your small whimper, your small pleasure center throbbing from the friction you’re receiving. The point of your pelvis is rubbing against the bed with every one of David’s thrusts, and it’s making your head spin.

“Jesus, I can’t believe I get to cum in your tight pussy. Just a sweet thing, a young girl for me to touch whenever I please.”

“Y-Yes, baby. Yes…”

He’s rambling, exposing his innermost thoughts and not regretting one word of it. The way you’re trembling is evident, and it makes him grin.

“Are you going to cum, baby? I won’t be happy until you do.”

“Please, make me. It feels so good when you make me…”

Stuffing his hand down between your belly and the bedsheets, he lowers it to find your throbbing clit, spreading your lips to rub the pad of his pointer finger over it. Almost immediately, you’re crying out and pushing back against him, but his weight keeps you down. Turning his head, he plants an array of kisses on your cheek, from quick to sloppy to firm. Arching your back slightly, you accept it, the euphoria that overcomes you. It’s like you can’t register anything besides him, besides the press of his weight and the sensation of his kisses, the forceful, blissful intrusion of his erection. Pressing against your backside, he stills, shoving himself entirely inside. And the way you choke him forces a guttural groan from his chest, heavy and humid breaths fanning out over your skin.

But then, he’s lifting himself, pulling out with his dominant hand flying down to his shaft. With hurried breaths, he stares down at your ass, jerking himself off over the entrancing curves of it. This time around, it shoots from his tip, thick ropes landing over your bare curves and uniform, painting everything in the nearest vicinity white. You can feel how hot it is, the gooiness of it dripping over your skin. He watches it soak into the fabric of your skirt, smirking to himself at the sight of it. And after a moment, he slows, squeezing the last few drops from his tip.

“D-David,”

“I’m here,” Comes his instant response, left hand gripping you tight. “I’m here, baby…”

Dropping to his knees, he breathes a sigh of contentment, saying once again, I’m here, before shoving his face between your legs.

“Jesus!” You shriek, taken completely off guard by the act.

But he doesn’t stop, he just moans. The vibrations overstimulate you, your hips jerking from it as you giggle. But his hands lift to your hips, keeping you still. Rapidly, his tongue pokes out to lick you, sliding through your sensitive lips with the tip just barely flicking your clit.

And while he enjoys you from behind, you relax into it, reveling in this moment. You’ve never had a man enjoy you so openly, worship you so fully. And you find yourself wondering how he’s going to be on your vacation.

#ahhh #I LOVE IT #Daddy Dave #MBFD #MBFD series #My Best Friend's Dad series #Dave York #Dave York x you #Dave York x reader #Dave York x female reader #Dave York smut #Pedro Pascal character #Pedro Pascal character fanfic

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pianocat939 · 11 months ago

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Platonic yandere Crazy Dave from Plants vs Zombies

No I will not elaborate further 🙃

I got you- no need to explain more. Your alpha daddy's here. /this is just for funny, don't attack me please

Also, I figured out why I'm chronically dizzy. (Or maybe I said this before?) I've been just dehydrated aha- I just forget and it's just...a bad habit of mine.

Tw: MC feels useless at some point

Imagine you're a plant yourself. A defensive plant like a shield. You're not put on the field as much as the walnuts are, but you're still planted occasionally. All was normal: you protect plants, regenerate, and keep doing your job.

That was until a few months later, Crazy Dave started putting you down less and less. You're put in the nursery more often than not. You feel so useless, taken off the battlefield. Marigold ends up becoming your best friend.

You try to confront Crazy Dave, asking why he won't let you be on the battlefield like the others. But he only grumbles and gives you more water and fertilizer.

"You're only going to get eaten on the battlefield. Stay here with Marigold. THEY'RE ALL SO CRAZZYYYY."

(This was so fun...why do I want to write romantic plant x plant MC now? *turns around in shame*)

- Celina

#yandere #yandere x reader #pvz #yandere pvz #plants vs zombies #yandere plants vs zombies #blurbs #Crazy DAve #Crazy Dave x reader #yandere imagines

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the-unconquered-queen · 7 months ago

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#playchoices #the freshman #the crown & the flame #most wanted #choices tf #choices tc&tf #choices mw #why did I ask this. it's foul making me choose 💀#unconquered queries

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anjaelle · 1 year ago

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Hmm.

I just realized my Dave Lizewski x Bimbo!Reader one shot is the only one of my stories with 1K notes because it’s the only one without an explicitly black MC 🙃

#Here I was wondering why THAT one was so popular #because I never even once considered that people would read that MC as anything other than Black #but why would they? I didn’t say she was Black lol #*wouldn’t

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jerzwriter · 2 years ago

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Mamma Mia

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee) Also featuring Kaycee's parents, David & Rose and a special celebrity guest appearance (not ABBA lol)

Rating: Teen+

Warnings: Suggested sexual activity, nothing explicit. Brief mention of alcohol.

Words: 2123 (plus texts)

Summary: Kaycee's parents are moving out of their home, and while she's there helping pack up, she makes an unsettling discovery.

A/N: My face claim for Kaycee's mother, Rose, is Dianne Lane. I decided to dig into her history to have a little fun with this fic. I hope you enjoy it! I'm participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge' s Prompts: Old Photographs. Also: Good Food and Love.

The door to Kaycee's parent's home was barely opened when she jumped into Ethan's arms, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist and nearly knocking the wind out of him in the process.

"Offh!" He exclaimed, holding her close in his arms. "If that's the greeting I get when we've been separated for a few days, I may need to start spending more time away from home."

"Don’t you dare!” She scolded as she stepped back onto the ground.

“Aww,” her father, David, teased as he and Rose entered the foyer, arm in arm. “Rose, honey, remember when you used to greet me like that?”

“I still would,” she chuckled. “But I’d probably end up hurting us both.”

“I think you’d manage just fine,” Ethan assured as he greeted Rose.

“Her? Yes,” David said, extending his hand. “But me?”

“I know a great back surgeon in Boston,” Ethan grinned.

David pat Ethan on the back. “It’s great to see you again. Thanks for coming to help us.”

“Of course! It’s the least I can do.”

“Well, come to the kitchen,” Rose insisted. “Most things are packed away, but I still have some refreshments for you after that long trip!

“She wouldn’t be a respectable Italian mother if she didn’t,” Kaycee smiled. “I, of course, took after my father’s side of the family in that regard.”

“That’s OK,” Ethan replied, kissing Kaycee atop her head. “That’s why you have me!”

The family sat around the kitchen table, enjoying Rose’s food and conversation, when David brought the gathering to a halt. “Oh, crap. I just remembered that I have to return the tools I rented to the hardware store by seven or get charged an extra day.”

Rose peeked at her watch. “You still have three hours; there’s plenty of time.”

“Yes, but then I wouldn’t have time to take my future son-in-law to the Berwyn Tavern for a few drinks.”

“Daddy,” Kaycee grinned. “You don’t have to come up with excuses. If you want some guy time with my fiance, all you have to do is ask.”

“After the way, I saw you greet him? I was afraid you’d assault me if I suggested it!”

“Stop!” Kaycee laughed. “You guys go and have fun. Just bring him back to me in one piece, Dad!”

“You better believe it!” Dave insisted. “I need his help with the move tomorrow!”

Ethan leaned over to kiss Kaycee goodbye, whispering in her ear when he did. “This would be the perfect time to speak to your mother.”

“Gee,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re not the best diagnostician in the world for nothing.”

“OK, wiseass,” he replied with a smirk. “Text me and let me know how it goes.”

~~~~~

Kaycee and Rose went to the kitchen and began packing the few remaining items that were not boxed. As the hours passed, they discussed when they first moved to the house, Kaycee’s teenage years, and all the memories they had made there over time. The topics kept flowing, but Kaycee couldn’t work up the nerve to ask about the one she couldn’t get from her mind. But the clock eventually reminded her that her father and Ethan would be home soon. With a deep breath, she began to speak.

“Mom?” She spoke tentatively.

“Yes, dear,” Rose said, tossing a colander into a box. “What is it?”

“I… I hope you won’t be mad… because I assume you wanted to keep this private… but when I was packing up your….”

“Oh, my God!” Rose gasped. “Kaycee! Tell me you didn’t pack up the drawer next to your father’s side of the bed! Did you?”

“What? Wait… no! Iwww! Mom!”

“Mom, what? We’re both consenting adults, you know. There’s nothing wrong with it!”

“Great. So would you like me to give you all the details of my sex life with Ethan, then?”

“Only if you have good pointers,” Rose winked, and the two women began to laugh. “But I interrupted you. What were you about to ask, dear?”

“When I was going through old boxes in the garage… I found….” Kaycee hesitated.

Growing impatient, Rose widened her eyes and circled her wrist, encouraging her daughter to speak up. “You found?”

“I found pictures of you and… someone who wasn’t Dad.”

Her mother’s brow furrowed, knowing nothing untoward was to be found. Then a knowing look appeared.

“Ooooh. Were these… older… pictures?”

“Yes! Ancient!”

“Hey, slow down there,” Rose scolded. “ There are no ancient pictures with me in them! Do you understand?”

“Of course not,” Kaycee blushed. “But there are pictures with you and… Jon Bon Jovi?”

Rose folded a dish towel and put it in the box, sealing it before she sat down and motioned for Kaycee to join her.

“Yes. There are pictures of Jon and me.”

“Oh. Jon? Jon! Wait, you’re on a first-name basis with Jon Bon Jovi?”

“Considering we dated for five months, yeah. He kind of insisted that I call him by his first name.”

Kaycee’s jaw fell open in astonishment. She attempted to speak, but all that came out were desperate little breaths with mere syllables clinging to them.

“You… you… you… date… you dated… you.”

“Relax,” Rose said, touching her daughter’s knee. “Do you need me to get you a drink? I think I have some Amaretto that we haven’t packed yet….”

“No, I don’t need a drink, Mom. What I need is… you dated Jon Bon Jovi? Like, one of the biggest rock stars of your time?”

“Don’t act so startled, young lady! Your Mom had it going on, you know!”

“I know,” Kaycee laughed, “You’ve still got it going on, but… but… how?”

“I was an Italian girl from Philly,” she shrugged. “My family summered at the Jersey Shore, and Jon’s from Jersey, Italian, too.”

“OK, there’s over a million Italians in New Jersey, Ma… you’re not explaining anything.”

“If you’d allow me to finish. Your Uncle Angelo and Aunt Irene were still dating; her family was distant cousins of the Bongiovis. They were supposed to attend a family wedding one weekend, but he got sick. Since I was at the shore house, Irene asked me to tag along with her. Jon was there, we met, and as they say, the rest is history.”

“Jesus, Ma! You bagged Jon Bon Jovi!”

Rose nudged her daughter with her elbow. “Impressive, right!”

“Holy shit! Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“Have you told me about all the superstars you’ve slept with?”

“Yeah, well, Ethan is as celebrity as I got,” Kaycee laughed. “I haven’t slept with Chris Evans and withheld from you! Wait, how old were you?”

“I was twenty-one, just shy of twenty-two.”

“But wait! Didn’t you start dating Dad when you were twenty-one.”

“I did,” Rose nodded. “We dated for three months, and then we broke up.”

“You! And Dad! You broke up?!?”

“For a bit, yes. And that’s when I met Jon. It was one of the reasons Irene asked me to go to the wedding with her. She thought it would cheer me up.”

“And apparently it did….”

“Yeah,” Rose smiled. “It certainly did.”

“OK, Ma, can you not be so enthusiastic? Back to the story, so what happened next?”

“There’s not much to tell. Jon and I dated for five months, and I even went on tour with him,” she said with pride.

“You? You did?”

“I did!”

“You’re telling me that Nonno, my grandfather, allowed you to go on tour with Bon Jovi?!”

“Allowed is a bit of a strong word. I may have told him I was spending time at the shore with Irene’s family… and then he found a picture of me in a concert in Vegas. He wasn’t too pleased.”

“I’ll bet!”

“It was for the best,” Rose shrugged. “At least he didn’t find out a week later. We would have been in Sydney. Then he really would have flipped.”

“Oh, my God! Ma, you were… you were….”

“I was badass, dear!”

“Yeah, I guess… I guess you were, but why did you break up? How did you end up with Dad again?”

“Once I was back in Philly, and Jon was on the road, it was hard to maintain a relationship. He had a few shows in the area, so we spent time together again. But, just before that, I ran into your father down by Love Park. After seeing your Dad, I realized there was still something there. So, I talked to Jon, and it turned out he and his high-school sweetheart had just started talking again and… we knew it was time to end things.”

“His high school sweetheart? Didn’t they…”

“Got married. Yep. Dorothea, lovely girl.”

“You met her too?”

“She’s a third cousin. Honey, we’re Italian. We’re always connected somehow.”

“Oh, my God. This is just so much to take in. Does Dad know?”

“Does Dad know what?” Kaycee was startled as she heard her father’s voice bellow from down the hall.

Rose stood up and met her husband, resting her hand on his shoulder. “David, Kaycee found the pictures of Jon and me.”

“Oh, those,” David rolled his eyes.

“I still can’t believe it,” Kaycee breathed. “Dad, did it bother you that Mom was dating a freaking rock star?”

“At the time? Sure, but you seem to be forgetting something.”

“What’s that?”

“Your Mom left Jon Bon Jovi… for me,” David blew a puff of air on his nails, then rubbed them proudly against his sweater.

“That is impressive. I mean, I love you, Dad, but we’re talking Jon Bon Jovi… at his peak!”

Ethan moved next to Kaycee, draped his arm around her shoulder, and smiled. “Fortunately for me, he’s no longer at his peak, or maybe I’d have something to worry about.”

“I don’t know,” she replied. “I know he’s like sixty now, but the man is still hot!”

“Settle down, Kaycee,” Ethan grumbled.

“Oh, relax you!” she smiled. “You should be happy I’m into older men.”

“Hey! I’m not that old!”

“Wow, my mom dated Jon Bon Jovi. Suddenly I feel like a failure.”

“Kaycee, I’m standing right here….” Ethan reminded.

She looked at him with a wide grin, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek.

“And that is exactly where you belong,” she beamed.

“You know, enough talking. We should go eat. All our things are packed, so, David, why don’t we take the kids to Savona’s.”

“An excellent choice, Rose. And, as we’ve learned tonight, you always make the best choices.”

Kaycee couldn’t help but laugh. “I tend to agree, Dad. And not just because I wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t dumped the rock star. But I think you’re the biggest star of all.”

David looked over at Ethan as Kaycee hugged him. “See, this is why we stopped at one child. There’s no way I could have brainwashed two this well.”

“That’s enough,” Rose laughed. “Let’s go eat!”

“Now there’s my Mom!” Kaycee giggled. “Are we happy? Let’s eat. Sad! Let’s eat. Awkward family history about Rock stars? EAT!”

“What did you say earlier, sweetheart,” Rose smiled. “I wouldn’t be a respectable Italian mother if I didn’t. Now, let's go before Savona’s closes!”

As they made their way to the car, Ethan tugged at Kaycee’s hand, holding her back for just a moment.

“Yes?” she asked.

“You’re not disappointed, are you?”

“About my Mom?”

“No. About you. You sure you didn’t need having a fling with a rock star off your bucket list?”

“Oh, but I did,” Kaycee stated, leaving Ethan’s eye bulging.

“You.. you did?” He sputtered. “You don’t have to share, but uh… you certainly never mentioned that.”

“Well,” she purred, snuggling closer to him. “I thought you knew? After all, you were my rockstar!”

A bright grin spread across Ethan’s face before he pulled her in for a kiss. “You know, maybe I’m not as opposed to that roleplay idea you had as I organically thought.”

“Really!” she gushed. “Can you play the guitar naked for me?”

“Maybe when we’re back in Boston.”

“Kids!” Rose hollered from outside. “Let’s go! If we miss Savona’s, we’ll be eating at Wawa’s.”

“Well, we can’t have that, Rose,” Ethan yelled from inside. He started toward the door, but this time it was Kaycee who held him back.

“You know, I’m holding you to the rock star roleplay thing,” she teased.

“I’ll be sure to purchase a guitar.”

“Would you wear leather pants, too?”

“It’s negotiable,” he smiled, walking her to the door.

“And maybe a big, bushy wig?”

“Kaycee?”

“Yes.”

“You’re pushing it. Now, stop and get in the car before I tell your Dad about this.”

“Oh no!” she laughed, hopping inside. “Not until we’re officially married!”

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Aqua Teen Hunger Force #100: “One Hundred” | May 3rd, 2010 - 12:00AM | S08E12

The dang-ass big-ass hundo is upon us, and now we need to talk about it. In this episode, Frylock mysteriously starts seeing the number 100 everywhere (similar to the James Carrey film The Number 23). Suddenly, Shake becomes self-aware that this is the 100th episode of the television series Aqua Teen Hunger Force, which causes him to to Hollywood and negotiate a deal for the show to enter syndication. Shake is depicted as a full-body costume which a realistic Dana Snyder is wearing in an amusing reveal. Eventually a monster, whose body is the shape of a number one-hundred, shows up, and is scary at the Aqua Teens, and begins ripping the show asunder.

In order to evade the Hundred Monster, the Aqua Teens “hide out” in a new show, now called Aqua Unit Patrol Squad, where the characters are reinvented as Scooby-Doo/Hanna-Barbera style guys. This is a delightful bit, with an opening sequence that depicts a lotta minor characters coming back, just so we can see what they look like. The Hundred Monster catches up with them anyway, and they talk at some length about how syndication doesn’t really apply to them yet, because you need 100 half-hours, and the vast majority of ATHF is in the quarter-hour format.

I just did some napkin math, and if you took every episode and squished them into half-hour bricks, along with the movies and the Aqua Donk Side Pieces and, for good measure, Baffler Meal, you’ve got 83 half-hours. That means in 10 more years they might actually make it to syndication, if still even exists.

I like this one a lot! Lotta goofy shit and some genuinely funny jokes. It actually does feel fairly special. Whomst among us can keep a smile from happening on their face when they hear George Lowe say “good thing this wasn’t blood, I’d be licking AIDS right now.” I feel like most shows would reject that line for being so abrasive. A good reason to love this program.

In addition to George Lowe, we got Tom Savini, a li'l song from li'l MC Chris, and Robert Smigel as the 100 monster.

The Scooby-Doo bit is especially fun, and it's not just the cool animation. It's also a fun joke about the show's origins as a sorta parody of the Scooby-Doo clone phenomenon of Dave and Matt's Gen-X childhood. When Scooby-Doo became a hit, Hanna-Barbera created over a dozen of new shows that followed roughly the same formula. Aqua Teen Hunger Force was created with that spirit in mind. This is also why at the beginning of the show the characters were kinda-sorta trying to be detectives.

One of my favorite things about this is that they actually did rename the series to “Aqua Unit Patrol Squad (1)”, and Shake’s throwaway line about them relocating to Seattle actually stuck; I recall moments in the new season where the show reminds you it takes place in Seattle now despite doing nothing to actually change the physical appearance of the setting. Great joke. Eagle-eyed viewers will note a DEFIANT nod to their failed pilots Stiff and Duckworth. They will note it, and they will NOTE like it.

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FINAL RECAP POST

Tier 1 - First 44

300. 260. Puff Puff from Your Favorite Martian

299. 160. Maxil of Gallifrey from Doctor Who Arc of Infinity

298. 88. Nobody from scp foundation

297. 64. Jubei from Video Game (Blazblue)

296. 131. Nyssa from Doctor Who fused with Bulbasaur from Pokémon

295. 242. Rarity from My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

294. 148. Garwin Chang from Kotlc

293. 103. William from Chad Smith: Life of a rich boy (webtoon), and more coming soon TBD

292. 244. Benrey from Half-life VR but the AI is self aware

291. 15. Flavio Who from the submitter's own memes

290. 70. Vislor Turlough from Doctor who (-_-)

289. 293. Lee Ping from Detentionaire

288. 19. Clay Puppington from Moral Orel

287. 211. The Puppeteer from Steldomo (aka an oc in a story the submitter wants to write)

286. 43. hatsune miku; colorful stage

285. 167. Hugtan / Hagumi / Cure Tomorrow from Hugtto Precure

284. 164. Dr Frankistein from Frankenstein (the book)

283. 60. Dr. Zoidberg from Futurama

282. 175. Sho Minamimoto from The World Ends With You

281. 28. Stacy Hirano from Phineas and Ferb!

280. 199. Dib Membrane from Invader Zim

279. 25. Loras Tyrell from A Song of Ice and Fire (NOT the show they fuckijgbmassacred his character)

278. 74. Candyman from Lethal League Blaze

277. 31. Kikiu from Tess of the Road

276. 191. Dazai Osamu from Bungou stray dogs

275. 185. Juta Tachibana from Otomen

274. 85. Jenny Jergens from Detentionnaire

273. 119. Theodore from The House in the Cerulean Sea

272. 95. Shirou Emiya from Fate/Stay Night

271. 124. Puss in Boots from Shrek

270. 137. Phantom Horn from Two Best Brothers Bitch About Ponies/Slime and Punishment/RowdyFuckers CopKillers Endless War (indirectly originatined in Sonichu as well, as slime and punushment is the cannonical ending to Sonichu, TBBBAP, and while not the end, is a cannonical story in RFCK)

269. 8. Greenland from Plague, Inc.

268. 233. Link from The Legend of Zelda: Minish Cap

267. 223. Scooby doo from Scooby doo

266. 156. Cricket from Wings of Fire

265. 10. Wilbur the pig from Charlotte's Web

264. 1. Cleopatra the 7th from Real life

263. 189. Colin Frazer from Doctor Who Arc of Infinity

262. 79. Peter Pan from Once Upon a Time

261. 240. Shiho Kobayakawa from Private Actress

260. 277. The Human Faced Fish from Shingi: The Spirit's Playbook

259. 84. Chopfyt (The Tin Man) from Oz

258. 250. Albedo from Ben 10

257. 257. Sam Lloyd/Sergei Lubovitch from The Diviners series

Tier 2 - Round of 256

256. 254. Andrew Ryan from Buoshck

255. 216. Nyssa õf Traken from Doctor who

254. 228. Asha from Iji

253. 22. Whisper Schnee from Boldores and Boomsticks

252. 253. Chuuya Nakahara from Bungou stray dogs

251. 18. Mapleshade from warrior cats

250. 190. Andrew Eldritch from real life

249. 120. sans undertale from undertale

248. 219. T-Rex from Jurassic Park

247. 141. Karkat Vantas from Homestuck

246. 53. Rasputin IV from X-Men

245. 20. Hunter | The Golden Guard from The Owl House

244. 7. Kim Dokja from Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

243. 50. Death from Darksiders

242. 266. Dave Miller from Dsaf

241. 174. Dr. Miranda Jones from Star Trek: The Original Series

240. 274. donquixote doflamingo from one piece

239. 92. Hyakunosuke Ogata from Golden Kamuy

238. 11. Kha'Nel from Dragens Øye

237. 139. George Costanza from Seinfeld

236. 121. Rampage from Beast Wars

235. 62. ε (epsilon) from Mathematics, real life (kinda? Not sure maths qualifies as real life) ) (common phrase: Let ε>0 be any real number)

234. 134. BoJack Horseman from BoJack Horseman

233. 291. Juleka Couffaine from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

232. 129. Flavio Rezza (MC Flava) from real life

231. 215. Goodtimewithscar or Scar for short (the minecraft youtuber)

230. 186. Percy Weasley from Harry Potter

229. 170. claude frollo from the hunchback of notre dame (specifically the stage musical)

228. 217. Grian from Life Series (3rd/Last/Double/Limited Life)

227. 168. the submitter from real life

226. 269. Mizi from Alien Stage

225. 96. Robin Stuart from Arc of Infinity (Doctor Who)

224. 172. Tessa Minsky from Imogen, Obviously

223. 267. Ea-nasir (real life copper merchant - 1750 BCE)

222. 37. Kokichi Ouma from Danganronpa V3

221. 147. Rose Lavillant from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

220. 135. Fiver from Watership down

219. 251. Keith Kogane from Voltron

218. 63. Cricket from Wings of Fire

217. 146. Adric of Alzarius from Doctor Who

216. 177. Mort from the Madagascar Movies/All Hail King Julian

215. 59. Edward Elric from Fullmetal metal alchemist

214. 290. Jimmy Solidarity from The Empires smp

213. 259. rayla from the dragon prince

212. 205. Starfy from The Legendary Starfy

211. 232. Taako from The Adventure Zone

210. 188. Hatsune Miku from Vocaloid

209/208. 182. Matt Murdock from Daredevil (Netflix)

209/208. 107. Ted Kord from DC comics

207. 86. Juleka Couffaine from Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

206. 27. Sailor Saturn from Sailor Moon

205. 197. Marc Anciel from Miraculous Ladybug

204. 159. Yona from Yona of the Dawn

203. 220. David Chiem from Danganronpa: Despair Time

202. 125. Tynan from Aurora Webcomic

201. 169. Kid Blink from Newsies

200. 128. π (pi) from Mathematics (as in half a circle of radius 1)

199. 275. Zee from Total Drama 2023

198. 278. Flynn Moore from Echo (the furry vn)

197. 270. Caim Tivh from Mørkalven

196. 195. Grendel, The Grimm General from Boldores and Boomsticks

195. 280. Hermie the Unworthy from Dungeons and Daddies

194. 181. Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way from My Immortal

193. 247. Monkey D Luffy from One Piece

Tier 3 - Round of 192

192. 68. Jacopo Bearzatti from The House in Fata Morgana

191. 117. Pugsley Guttman from From the animated series Dead End: Paranormal Park

190. 57. Maglor from the Silmarillion

189. 203. Al-An from Subnautica: Below Zero

188. 112. Hercule Poirot from Agatha Christie-verse (???)

187. 122. Rampage from Beast Wars

186. 284. Callie Cuttlefish from Splatoon 1-3

185. 61. Ranpo Edogawa from Bungou Stray Dogs

184. 123. Emil from Nier series

183. 157. vriska from homestuck

182. 213. Brainy Smurf from The Smurfs

181. 36. Doppo Kannonzaka from Hypnosis Mic

180. 38. Diane Nguyen from BoJack Horseman

179. 32. Serial Designation N from Murder Drones

178. 29. Morgrem from Pokemon

177. 17. Joy Wang/Jobu Tupaki from Everything Everywhere All at Once

176. 54. Rex Salazar from Generator Rex

175. 161. Huan from The Silmarillion

174. 225. meg from megahex comic series

173. 136. [redacted] / trivia murder party host from jackbox; trivia murder party

172. 42. Toshiko Sato from Torchwood

171. 106. Veeva Dash from Stampy's Lovely World

170. 39. gaheris from arthuriana

169. 287. waylon smithers jr from the simpsons

168. 77. Nathaniel Kurtzberg from Miraculous Ladybug

167. 89. Pit from Kid Icarus

166. 82. Tsurugi Kyousuke / Victor Blade from Inazuma Eleven GO

165. 171. Danhausen from Professional wrestling

164. 3. Maia Drahzar/Edrehasivar VII from The Goblin Emperor

163. 165. Taranee Cook from W.i.t.c.h.

162. 207. Ardyn "Izunia" Lucis Caelum from Final Fantasy XV

161. 132. Invader Zim from Invader Zim

160. 94. Mumbo Jumbo from Real Life/Mcyt

159. 208. Garwin Chang from Keeper of the Lost Cities

158. 78. Aya Burnstein from Dancing In The Devils Auditorium, by xxangelxbl00dxx(the OP) on ao3

157. 230. Nintendo EShop Bag from Nintendo EShop

156. 234. Logan(Logic) from Sanders Sides

155. 261. Eridan Ampora from Homestuck

154. 235. Markiplier from Real Life

153. 138. Hajime Hinata from Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair

152. 264. Bao-Dur from Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic 2

151. 71. Fabian Seacaster from Fantasy High (Dimension 20)

150. 283. Bruno Madrigal from Encanto

149. 13. The Fifth Doctor from Doctor Who

148. 155. Tegan Jovanka from Doctor Who

147. 273. Lynne from Ghost Trick

146. 130. Hoshina Hikaru (Cure Star) from Star Twinkle Pretty Cure

145. 81. Damon of Gallifrey from Doctor Who Arc of Infinity

144. 239. "Phoenix" from iiRitW, the OP's ORIGINAL (sob) wip videogame

143. 115. Sound Saran from My School President

142. 149. data from star trek the next generation

141. 2. Iruma-kun from Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun

140. 256. Akane Kurashiki from Zero Escape

139. 104. Usagi Tsukino/Sailor Moon from Sailor Moon

138. 91. Kuromi from Sanrio

137. 158. Corazón de Ballena from Oxventure

136. 192. Milo Murphy from Milo Murphy's Law

135. 105. Alice Price Healy from Incryptid

134. 48. Raven Scofflaw from the submitter's OC from a wip that currently has the filler title 'Family'

133. 187. Vash the Stampede from Trigun

132. 206. Ben from the submitter's OC with almost zero information about lmao (this will change once I update artfight?)

131. 66. Natsuki Subaru from Re:Zero

130. 126. Geralt of Rivia from The Witcher

129. 255. Kevin from Ghost Host Ghost House

Tier 4 - Round of 128

128. 116. Pancho from All Hail King Julien!

127. 110. Kento from Payday 2

126. 113. Grantaire from Les Miserables

125. 65. Lexcanium from Wasteland 2

124. 297. Anakin Skywalker from Star Wars

123. 263. Chocolat Aizawa from Chocolat no Mahou

121/122. 153. Syv from Snøkattprinsen/The Snowcat Prince

121/122. 299. Adam Tyler from the Firewatching series

120. 83. Imogen Scott from Imogen, Obviously

119. 152. Garwin Chang from Keeper of the Lost Cities

118. 198. Sylvio Sawatari from Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc V

117. 295. Pheonix Wright from Ace Attorney

116. 221. Prince Tarte (full name so long even he can't remember all of it) from Fresh Precure

115. 286. Ingo from Pokemon Legends Arceus

114. 279. The Collector from The Owl House

113. 227. Guildmaster Wigglytuff from Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Time/Darkness/Sky

112. 99. Nanako Dojima from Persona 4

111. 262. Lunar from The sun and moon show

110. 143. the doctor (could just be the 10th doctor if thats too broad) from doctor who

109. 108. Don Quixote from Limbus Company

108. 46. Chiono from Steldomo (aka an oc in a story the submitter wants to write)

107. 236. the Doctor from Doctor Who

106. 45. Hao Asakura from Shaman King

105. 16. Tatsuya Suou from Persona 2

104. 194. Magic Brian from The Adventure Zone: Balance

103. 229. ronan lynch from the raven cycle

102. 58. Todd Chavez from BoJack Horseman

101. 252. Susan Sto Helit from The Discworld series

100. 12. Baljeet Tjinder from Phineas and Ferb

99. 271. Manga Fukidashi from My hero academia

98. 238. Cure Lovely/Megumi Aino from Happiness Charge Precure

97. 154. Nate Ford from Leverage

Tier 5 - Round of 96

96. 210. Melanie King from The Magnus Archives

95. 241. Vriska Serket from Homestuck

94. 93. Cure Passion from Fresh Precure

93. 44. Stanford Pines from Gravity Falls

92. 265. Otome from Video game (Gnosia)

91. 173. Lucian Lockhart from the submitter's imagination

90. 4. Pyotr 'Pierre' Bezukhov from War and Peace

89. 6. Mia "Maps" Mizoguchi from Gotham Academy/DC Comics

88. 76. Meridius from Venom

87. 268. daniil dankovsky from pathologic

86. 55. Nona from Nona the Ninth (book)

85. 24. Prince Peasely from Mario and Luigi: Superstar Saga

84. 298. IMOGEN from stellar firma

83. 52. Jordyn Khaos from The chronicles of Destiny

82. 166. Gideon Nav from The Locked Tomb

81. 282. Obi from Snow White with the Red Hair

80. 281. Dalinar Kholin from Stormlight Archive

79. 140. Tim Drake from DC Comics, Batman Comics

78. 248. Brightheart from Warriors

77. 23. Garwin Chang from Keeper of the Lost cities

76. 109. Roy Mustang from Fullmetal Alchemist

75. 289. Ken Kaneki from Tokyo Ghoul

74. 114. Vinnie Dakota from Milo Murphy's Law

73. 14. Jin Macchiato from Fuga: Melodies of Steel

72. 101. Hendry Lowe from All of Us Villains

71. 212. Annabel McAllistair from Dolls of new albion

70. 258. Sanji from One piece

69. 214. God from the Bible

68. 73. Kosane Kiriha from Null Magical Girl

67. 218. Bilbo Baggins from The Hobbit

66. 118. anakin skywalker from star wars

65. 90. Adina Astra from Lost Constellation (Night in the Woods Supplemental)

Tier 6 - Round of 64

64. 35. Larten Crepsley from The Saga of Darren Shan

63. 49. Eda Clawthorne from The Owl House

62. 26. Perona from One Piece

61. 47. Bain from Payday: the Heist and Payday 2

60. 144. Heiji Hattori from Detective Conan

59. 41. Maglor from The Silmarillion

58. 237. Carrot from The Discworld series

57. 179. John from Malevolent (podcast)

56. 226. Katarina Claes from My Next Life as a Villianess

55. 127. five hargreeves from the umbrella academy

54. 196. Dragon from Parahumans

53. 102. Vanessa Santoro from Fablehaven book series

52. 150. James Flint from Black Sails

51. 180. Sasha Rackett from Rusty Quill Gaming

50. 249. Donna Noble from Doctor Who

49. 178. Beauregard Lionett from Critical Role

Tier 7 - Second bracket

48. 151. Zisu from Pokemon Legends Arceus

47. 209. Prince Zuko from Avatar: The Last Airbender

46. 56. Canute from Vinland Saga

45. 183. otto octavius / doc ock from spiderman 2

44. 204. Kim Dokja from Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

43. 33. Mihashi Ren from Ookiku Furikabutte (Big Windup!)

42. 100. The original char aznable from Gundam

41. 51. Percy Weasley from Harry Potter

40. 292. akagi shigeru from akagi

39. 202. Douglas F. Eiffel from Wolf 359

38. 80. Marty Mikalski from The Cabin in the Woods, 2011

37. 142. The Reaper from Death's door

36. 184. Thors from Vinland Saga

35. 200. Ryoma Hoshi from Danganronpa

34. 75. Darth Maul from Star Wars

33. 243. Kim Theerapanyakul from Kinnporsche The Series

Tier 8 - Round of 32

32. 34. Godzilla from Godzilla

31. 300 Baljeet Tjinder from Phineas and Ferb

30. 245. Duck Newton from The Adventure Zone: Amnesty

29. 145. Gakushuu Asano from Assassination Classroom

28. 30. Natsume Takashi from Natsume's Book of Friends

27. 276. Nona from The Locked Tomb series

26. 87. Cordelia Gallo from Gosick

25. 162. Richard Spender from Paranatural

Tier 9 - Round of 24

24. 296. Horse from Centaurworld

23. 40. charlie kelly from its always sunny in philadelphia

22. 294. Warren Peace from Sky High

21. 176. Percy Weasley from Harry Potter

20. 285. Daisy Wells from Murder Most Unladylike (book series)

19. 201. zane from lego ninjago

18. 9. Tin from Triage

17. 111. Kelsier from Mistborn

Tier 10 - Sweet 16

16. 98. Fujiwara no Sai from Hikaru no Go

15. 133. Megamind from Megamind

14. 97. V from Devil May Cry

13. 69. Vegas Theerapanyakul from Kinnporsche: The Series

Tier 11 - Top Twelve

12. 193. The Obituary Writer from Death By Dying

11. 163. hollyleaf from warrior cats

10. 72. King Clawthorne from The Owl House

9. 288. Vin from Mistborn

Tier 12 - Elite Eight

8. 222. Galacta Knight from Kirby

7. 224. Metal Sonic from Sonic Series

Tier 13 - Final bracket

6. 272. Ilke from Phenomena

5. 231. Maika Halfwolf from Monstress

Tier 14 - Final Four

4. 246. Phoenix Wright from Ace Attorney

Tier 15 - Thrilling Three

3. 21. Olenna Tyrell from A Song of Ice and Fire

Tier 16 - Top Two

2. 5. Parker from Leverage

Tier 17 - Only One

1. 67. Sophie Foster from Keeper of the lost cities

#mystery character bracket #character review

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