#dave york x afab!reader

[bonezone44]

This is where my head is at this morning.

Dave York in a nice pair of leather gloves that he's had for long enough that they fit like a second skin. And he fingers you while you sit in his lap. "Look how wet you are for me." He says as he shows you the slick he's collected on his glove. "You're gonna let me do whatever I want and you're gonna love it," he says with a smirk. "Aren't you?" You nod, staring at him wide eyed, slack-jawed with your body on fire. He shoves his gloved fingers in your mouth and tells you to suck. You do. "I'm gonna ruin you, okay?" He says. "And you're gonna love me for it."

[oogaboogasphincter]

black jaguar | dave york x f!reader

dave returns home from a job and can’t wait to indulge in you.

word count/warnings: 1.1k+ words // EXPLICIT (18+ ONLY) MDNI!: reader and dave are married, reader has no physical description other than she has stretch marks, slight dub-con due to consensual somnophilia, primal kink like woah, masturbation (m and f), marking/love bites, mild blood mentions, dave is dark!coded and like slightly possessed in this bc it’s spooky season babyyy hehe 😈

a/n: i’m so excited to be participating in kinktober this year! i’m not following a specified prompt list or anything, but i have four pieces planned that i’ll release throughout the month (and possibly a series that i’ve been working on, but it might need more time to develop tbh) i hope you enjoy! <3

Dave comes into your bedroom and shuts the door behind him impossibly quiet, leaving you undisturbed in your peaceful slumber. The bottoms of his boots stick to the carpet, the blood of his slain enemy cloying with the fibers, and root him to the spot. The smart decision would’ve been to take them off downstairs and not trail evidence throughout the house, but right now, his rationality is plagued by a fog of desire; a ravenous compulsion clawing its way from his stomach and tearing pangs of hunger, thirst up his throat, leftover adrenaline from his job webbing the whites of his eyes with red. From the foot of your bed, he greedily drinks in the image of his perfect wife and plots his feast.

Your cheek is turned on the pillow, the eerie moonbeams that stream in through the window are reborn into holy light as they touch your face. On your stomach, one leg is hiked up, exposing your glistening core. A vibrator lays dormant just out of reach of your hand and there’s a wet spot on the sheets betwixt your thighs.

This is the only time that Dave allowed you to touch yourself, when he was away on a job. You would fret so much over him, wondering and worrying which dark corner of the world he found himself in, what morally questionable people he came into contact with, what dangerous conditions he had thrown himself into this time… all in the name of making sure he could take care of you. There was no other option but to fuck your self stupid in order to fall asleep every night. Of course, it was nothing like his brand of ecstasy, but it had to be enough to tide you over until he returned.

His gloves, ripped from his impatience to get them off, follow his bloodied jacket to the floor. He prowls forward with footsteps that hold the weight of the world but don’t make a sound. He sits next to you on your side of the bed, leaning in so close he can smell your arousal, surrendering his control to your allure like the tides to the moon. He studies your body, assessing exactly where he’d like to lay claim tonight. His lips, chapped from the bitter chill outside, press against your naked lower back in a litany of kisses, prepping your skin for his impending release.

Unable to stave off the craving any longer, he takes his cock out of his slacks and begins dragging his fingers along his length, stroking himself to hardness until the veins that run perpendicular to his girth are rigid with depravity. Resting on his forearm, he drops his nose down to the sheets and nestles the pool of slick you left in your wake, a groan shaking up his back and rumbling through his teeth. He drags his tongue along the wet spot, grunting with a newfound softness at your taste. Your essence is so sweet, so honest; deep down in his heart, he feels unworthy of such salvation, but he keeps gorging on you in the hopes that some of your purity might lodge itself in his heart.

His eyes rove over the slopes of your body, seamlessly riding along your every curve with awe. He reaches his fingers out to touch you for the first time in weeks and it’s like he’s been struck with a lightning bolt. Heart rate picks up, sweat breaks out on his forehead, his hips hump the air in a pathetic jolt. He traces the stretch marks that encircle your hips, dipping into the deeper ones like a ravine and following their length with reverence, swept away by their current.

His touch falls over your ass, depositing him at the precious apex of your thighs. With surgical precision, keeping you suspended in the dream realm, he finds his way into your folds and gathers some of your fresh wetness. It’s like you could sense that he’s there, priming your body for him subconsciously. Bringing it to his mouth and engulfing it, he doesn’t allow himself to drink directly from you because he’s entertained enough sins tonight. Tainting your sweetness with his stroke of malevolence would be irredeemable.

But Dave is far from a saint. His rough fingertips slink to your clit and circle it, eliciting some soft whimpers from your parted lips. His grip on his cock tightens at your sounds, gliding from base to tip at a frenzied speed. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying not to burst so soon, because the sight of your angelic form only propels him toward his peak. With his other senses heightened, your arousal feels even more luscious against his fingers; your sleepy, pitiful moans worm into his mind and make a deep magenta pound behind his eyelids. The air in his lungs is knocked out of him, a choked-out gasp squeezing out of his chest.

Some primal urge maws its way from inside his bones and unleashes itself in his body, flooding him with a raw mixture of possessiveness and love. Hunched over your back, he lurches forward and takes the flesh of where your neck and shoulder meet between his teeth as he comes hard, growling lowly in your ear. You awaken with a gasp, but not one of distaste; your voice quickly melts into a passionate moan as you recognize the distinct timbre that underlines Dave’s groaning. If it were anyone else but Dave, his sounds would be dramatic, silly even. But you know he’s not putting on any kind of show, that those animalistic sounds reverberate from his chest organically, and it puts a satisfied grin on your face.

The sticky drops of his release land on your lower back, their paths curving with the slope of your body. Once he’s emptied himself completely, Dave puts a hand in between your shoulder blades, keeping you pinned beneath him for his viewing pleasure. He stares at your marked skin, from the translucent glimmer of sweat and spend on your back to the bite on your neck that is already blooming purple with blood. He collapses and molds himself to you, pressing dainty kisses to your neck as his instinct to nurture begins stemming back into his psyche. His fingers ghost against your wound almost apologetically. Almost.

He would feel a little more remorseful if it weren’t for the adoring glow in your eyes when you finally meet his gaze. God, he’d been aching to see you. He practically has a portfolio of you in his mind, countless memories that he can replay like film whenever he chooses, but nothing will ever come close to simply being in your presence. For the first time since he left you, a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. Your mirror it, as his true counterpart.

“Welcome home.”

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[detectivecarisi-1]

The Senator’s Daughter Chapter 3 (Bodyguard! Dave York x AFAB Reader.

AN: Y’all... no one look at me lol. This is filthier than I expected (especially considering they haven’t even fucked yet) but uh... I have 0 friends and too much freetime so... yolo. Anyways please, enjoy! If you wanna be added to the taglist feel free to DM me :) also I’m a fool so... still working on a Masterlist whoops. 

Rating: EXPLICIT. So, minors, no. 18+ only!

Word Count: 4.7k 

Warnings: Oh where to start 🫣.. graphic descriptions of a wet dream, male and female masturbation, language, legal age gap, dave york has a filthy mouth, self-destructive behavior, talks of drugs and alcohol, Sudoku lol, sex toys, Dave York being a cocky bastard, degrading (a few uses of slut), praise kink, size kink… dom/sub undertones, dumbification kink…

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@hayley1623​

Prolouge Chapter 1  Chapter 2  

You’ve barely hit the bed before Dave is on top of you, wedging his knee between your legs, spreading you open for him. You look up at him, eyes wide, you open your mouth, ready to ask him what he’s doing, but all your words turn to a loud moan as his mouth descends on you.

He’s kissing your neck, sucking bruises under your ear, and you bite your lip to keep quiet. Even though he’s barely touched you, you know if you open your mouth, you’ll beg for his cock.

It’s hard for you to compute how this man has you so aroused so quickly. He’s been nothing but cruel to you. on top of it all, he’s virtually taken away all privacy you’ll have for the next 5 months… and yet … you don’t care about that right now. All you care about is how incredibly attracted you are to this man. and seeing him, lose the control he holds on to so tightly, and focusing on your pleasure… it’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever experienced.

“Tell me to stop, baby, and I will. I’ll get up and we can pretend this never happened” he whispers in your ear, taking a second to bite your earlobe. His voice is rough, clipped with barely restrained lust, and you can feel how wet you are. You feel yourself dripping down your thighs … it’s embarrassing honestly. How he’s barely done anything, just hovering over you, his lips on your neck, his voice in your ear… has you melting beneath him. You forget about his cold eyes, and all you can think of is how badly you need him inside of you. How you are beyond desperate for him to touch you.

“Please… please don’t stop, Mr. York… want this so bad”, it comes out much higher pitched and whiny than you had meant for it to. You had hoped you could have a low, sultry voice, but you’re so fucking turned on by this man, your body, even your voice… can’t seem to wait any longer for him.

You’ve never felt this pathetically desperate for someone. Never felt empty, for a man before. You can actually feel your cunt clenching around nothing needing him to fill you, with his fingers, his tongue, his cock… anything, and all he’s done is kiss your neck…

… until he pulls your pajama shirt off, revealing your bare chest to him. He kisses his way down your neck, biting as he goes, before he looks up at you, as covers your nipple with his mouth.

It’s a sin, really. how beautiful he looks right now. those cold, dark eyes, now have a mischievous, cocky glint, as he swirls his tongue around your nipple. His hand reaches up to roughly grab your other breast, as he gently bites down on your sensitive bud. Your back arches off the bed as you moan for him, and he gives you a confident smile as he moves to do the same to the nipple he neglected.

Fuck … it feels so fucking good. you’ve never had someone spend this much time savoring you, the other people you’ve picked up from the club have been too quick to lay you down and shove a finger inside you until your wet enough, driven by their own selfish need to hurry and fuck you. But .. Dave York … you can tell he’s the type of man to tease you until you’re begging for him. The type that wants to watch you slowly come undone over and over again … until you’re crying under him. Then, and only then, is he going to fill you, and fuck you like you deserve.

It’s the type of patience and understanding that only comes from an older man with plenty of experience in how to please a woman.

And it’s the hottest fucking thing you’ve ever experienced.

You’re convinced you could cum, just like this. Only from this incredibly sexy man with his mouth and hands on your tits. You feel yourself get embarrassingly close to your high, as you begin to lift your hips, desperate for something between your thighs. But you know better than to touch yourself… you can tell Dave wouldn’t like that. No, you know Mr. York wants to be in control of your pleasure, you know he’d be upset if you took a second of this from him… part of you is curious to see what would happen if you were to piss him off, but you mostly just want him to fuck you.. so, you put that thought on the back burner for now.

You’re grinding your hips into him… and… oh god he’s so fucking big. you can feel his cock, achingly hard, through his dress pants. It’s long, but you’re really amazed by how thick he is. The most beautiful fucking cock you’ve ever seen, and he hasn’t even taken off his pants yet…  if you weren’t so distracted by your own need, you’d question how you’re going to fit him inside you.

Dave bites your nipple again, much harder than before, the feeling borders on too painful, but your cry of pain turn into a low moan as a rush of pleasure overtakes you when he kisses it better. He groans as you continue to dry hump him. you should be embarrassed by your brazenness … but it feels too good for you to care.

“If you want something, princess, all you have to do is ask. I’ll give it to you. you just gotta use your words, pretty girl…” God you wanna ask for it. you wanna beg for him to flip you over and fuck you until he fills you with his cum, and then fuck you again. you want him to keep going until you’re both completely spent and there is nothing left for him to give you, you want to drain him until he’s filled you with every single ounce of his cum… but it seems all your thoughts are currently preoccupied with how he’s began grinding his impressive length on your clothed pussy ,meeting your desperate movements. That leaves all mental capacity for forming words completely blank and all you can do is moan his name…

He smiles, proud of himself, before he shifts his voice into something crueler, mocking, almost, as he starts grinding into you harder.

“Awe… poor baby. are you cockdumb already? look at you… desperate, dirty, pretty girl … barely even touched her and she’s thoughtless for me. my poor, pathetic little slut. you want me to fix it for you, baby? I can make it all better for you. all you gotta do is say ‘I’m yours, sir’ that’s all you gotta do, pretty girl. and I’ll make you feel so fucking good, baby. I’ll fuck you so good all you’ll be able to think about, every day, is how good I treat you. you just gotta tell me you’re mine, princess, that’s all I need.”

oh. oh fuck.

Is it possible to cum from someone’s words alone? Cause even if he weren’t grinding into you right now, you’re sure his words would be enough to send you over the edge. No one has ever spoken to you like that, and honestly, if it were anyone other than Dave York calling you a pathetic little slut, you’d slap them and send them on your way… but something about how he said it to you, how he’s still swirling his tongue around your sensitive nipple …

Wait … how the fuck is he whispering absolute filth into your ear, while still swirling his tongue around your nipple?

You start to question if this man is some sort of God or some fucking shapeshifter, which honestly, that’s dope too, when “Man After Midnight” by ABBA starts loudly playing… ruining the moment cause … c’mon, it’s a terrible song to fuck to.

And you wake up.

You wake up… fuck you wake up. You’re remembering now, laying down after Dave took your flask, and deciding to sleep it off … you must’ve set an alarm, so you don’t sleep the entire day away. You made that mistake once; it ruined your sleep schedule for a month.

You’re realizing that it was just a beautiful, incredibly hot dream. You … just had a fucking wet dream about your bodyguard. But, you don’t even have it in you to be ashamed because you’re currently just as desperate for Da- Mr. York, as dream you was.

You’re uncomfortably wet. You know your panties are ruined, and you can already tell that the second you get up, there’s going to be a wet spot on your sheets below you… fuck… you need to cum. Dream Mr. York knew exactly what to do to make you needy, and you woke up so turned on you can’t think of anything other than how badly you need to orgasm.

“Will you turn that shit off.”

You yelp as you look over to find Mr. York sitting in the chair by your makeup desk. He’s not even looking at you, too distracted by some book in his hands. you read the cover “100 Extremely Hard Sudoku Puzzles!” and you hold back a laugh as you look at the man you just had an incredibly hot wet dream about… having a book dedicated to sudoku puzzles. What a “middle aged man” thing to own.

His distraction from the, presumably difficult, round of sudoku he’s playing allows you to shamelessly check him out. His suit jacket from earlier is draped behind the chair he’s sitting in, along with his tie that he’s no longer wearing. His light blue shirt is unbuttoned a little, and his sleeves rolled up. You bite your lip as you process how relaxed and undone he looks. his legs are loosely crossed, and he leans forward to rest the book on his lap as he sighs and looks up at you expectantly, annoyed, like he’s waiting for something.

ABBA is still blasting behind you.

“Shit! Sorry.” You’ve really gotta change your alarm sometime soon.

  Quickly, you turn it off, it’s 4:31. you’ve been out for most of the day. you feel … much better. aside from a minor headache … thankful that you’ve slept for at least 6 hours.

“Wait… Mr. York have you been in here this whole time?” He’s back to his sudoku… he doesn’t even look up “yup.” He says it like it’s … not really fucking weird to just be in a girls room, playing sudoku of all things, while she sleeps.

“… you gonna tell me why?” He still doesn’t look at you. “You were still drunk. had to make sure you didn’t choke on your vomit or anything.”

The realization hits you … you just had a fucking wet dream about this man. and he was in the room with you the whole time. “And did I choke on my vomit or anything?”

If you weren’t watching him so closely, you may have missed how the corners of his lips quirk up in a small smile, before falling back to his usual, stony expression. “Nope. just … mumbling to yourself.”

Holy shit… you swear you feel your heart stop.

He puts the book down and looks at you, feigning concern for you, “why? you feeling okay?”

This bastard. You can see the devious look in his eyes. You see right fucking through him. If you weren’t so frustrated by how he definitely knows you were having a less than wholesome dream, you’d be mortified. But his usual smugness makes your blood boil with enough rage to forget about the embarrassment you should be feeling.

“I’d be better if you weren’t just watching me sleep. Mr. York, is this really necessary? What am I gonna do in my sleep, start sleep walking and do a line?”

Of course, now he’s back playing sudoku. “Is your name Till Leland?” Your brows furrow “obviously not?” “Are you my boss?” This fucking asshole. “No. But,… don’t you think-” He puts the book down and glares at you, and the asshole has the audacity to cut you off, “then don’t question how I do my job.”

This guy sucks. He is the most infuriating person you’ve ever met. He makes your blood boil in ways you didn’t even know were possible.

… but you’re still ridiculously turned on. Not only is he absolutely gorgeous, you just know that he’s not just all talk. No, the type of confident, bordering on cocky, aura Dave York has, only comes from a man who knows exactly what he’s doing. All you can think of is how close dream you was to cumming and the intense, ache resting at the bottom of your stomach.

“Okay … fine whatever…” you realize there’s no arguing with him about this, but you’re awake, clearly not choking on vomit, so, “can you leave now?” “No.” you freeze for a moment, looking at him in confusion, this can’t be normal to him, right? “Do you not see how you’re being a total creep?”

He shrugs, filling in a few blocks of his stupid sudoku puzzle. “My job is to watch you, princess,” you remember how dream Dave called you that, real Dave obviously said it as a bit of an insult, but still, you feel your pussy get even wetter, you didn’t even think that could happen. He pretends to not see the shock on your face as he continues, “gonna have to be a little ‘creepy’ to keep you from drinking yourself to death.”

Okay, fair. He is just doing his job, but watching you while you sleep? “Mr. York what do you think I’m gonna do while I’m sleeping?”

Still, he is completely enraptured by this stupid fucking sudoku game, he looks up at you for a moment, smirks, and looks back down at the book. “While you’re sleeping? nothing.’ But you could’ve been faking it, and waiting for the right moment to use the sheets you got tied together in the fourth drawer of your dresser to climb over that balcony and sneak out.” After he says that he looks up, just in time to see your jaw drop.

He searched your room. He fucking searched your room. While you’re sleeping, he went through your room. 

You try to run through everything he could’ve found. your eyes instinctively drift to your bedside table, feeling your face warm with embarrassment as you know he probably found what you keep in there.

He sets the book down, and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, smirking at you. “Already found that, princess. you got quite the collection, huh?” For once, he’s holding eye contact while speaking to you.

This. Fucking. Bastard.

He’s brazenly smirking at you, clearly proud of himself for rendering you speechless. Your eyes are wide, mouth open, trying to figure out where to start with him. You’re struggling to wrap your head around what is happening. The way he switches from ignoring you, to now? He’s… toying with you. He shrugs and smiles, picking up the sudoku book again, looking away, “you keep having dreams like the one you had earlier, I see why you need so much.”

You watch him, smiling to himself. like he just knows you’re on your bed, wanting to dissolve into it and fade from existence. You’re so fucking embarrassed right now you could die. you honestly wish you would.

He knows. He knows.

You can’t look away from him, your jaw is on the fucking floor, and for a moment, you swear you feel your fight or flight kick in.

But then… you notice him shift a little. You let your eyes follow the movement. Then, embarrassment is numbed a little when you notice his raging hard-on pressing against the front of his pants, before he attempts to cover it with tightly crossing his legs and resting the godforsaken sudoku book on his lap.

But you see it. It fills you with a twisted sense of pride as you see the evidence that not only did he hear you dreaming of him, but he liked hearing you.

Your eyes narrow a little, as you zero on his failed attempts to hide how turned on he is. You can’t get a great view, but you see the tent in his dress pants, and you watch the muscles in his thighs twitch, his left leg bouncing up and down on the floor. You almost feel bad for him. You know exactly what he must be feeling, you feel that same, ache between your legs.

You consider your options, ignore it, crawl over and suck his soul out of his dick, or… you could tease him like he’s been teasing you.

You decide you like the third option the best.

You take a deep breath, trying to brace yourself for what you’re about to do, as you finally respond to him. You don’t even take a second to consider the repercussions of this plan, especially since it’s flimsy. It requires him to look at you, to watch you. But you’re too turned on and frustrated, both caused by Mr. York, you don’t even care.

“I have a feeling ‘those dreams’ are gonna be a bit more common from now on.”

Instead of looking up at you, he keeps his eyes on the book. “Oh yeah? why’s that?” You watch his jaw flexing as he tries to maintain a neutral, unbothered expression.

Your heart sinks for a moment, but you're not one to accept defeat yet, adapt, improvise, overcome.

You lean over and open your bedside table, swallowing your nerves as you pull out your vibrator. You make sure to shut the drawer loudly, and a harsh slam echoes through your room.

Dave raises an eyebrow but doesn’t move.

Looks like you’re taking things even further.

You get out of bed, taking a moment to notice the prominent wet spot on your sheets, exactly how you knew there would be. Slowly, you walk to your dresser pulling out a spare pair of underwear, and a clean towel. You saunter over to Dave, “I’m gonna hop in the shower, again. kind of broke a sweat while I was sleeping.” He nods, you see that funny little muscle in his jaw twitch again “Sounds good. I’ll be here.” His voice is tight with restraint.

But he’s still not looking at you.

“How’s that game of sudoku?”

He chuckles, dryly, “struggling more than I’d like to admit.” He flexes his jaw again, and you catch the double meaning behind his words.

You lower your voice, trying to sound as sultry as you can, and you purr, “let me help you, Mr. York.” You make your way over to him at your makeup desk, standing behind him. Crouching down till your head is almost resting on his shoulder as you look at the puzzle. You take your vibrator, and place it down right next to him on the desk. His eyes follow the movement, and you watch, as his jaw goes slack, and he turns to look up at you.

Initially, his eyes are soft, his face relaxed with shock, until they process the self-satisfied smile on your face, and they harden with lust.  

You pretend to not notice as you study the puzzle. You’re so close you can smell his shampoo, and it’s filling your senses and all you can think of is how bad you want him to bend you over the desk and make you look at your own reflection in the mirror as he ruins you.

But … you wanna get back at him. so, you slowly reach down, grabbing the pencil from his hand, allowing your fingers to touch as you do. You process how big his fingers are, and your cunt clenches as you imagine how incredible they would feel inside you.

Leaning down a little, you whisper in his ear “4 next to the 9, Mr. York.” As you move the book to rest more sturdily on his lap, letting your fingers lightly graze his (very poorly) hidden erection.

Oh … oh fuck.

His cock must be achingly hard, begging for release, and you have to focus all your strength on holding back a moan as he quietly sucks in a breath when your fingers brush across the top of his clothed erection.

To your surprise, it’s just as perfect as you (literally) dreamt it was. As much as the thought makes your knees go week, you want to toy with him like he did with you, so you do as you said you would, and write the 4 in the box next to the 9.

“Something got you distracted, Mr. York? You seem to have gotten the rest of the puzzle just fine, what happened?” You whisper in his ear again, you’re right next to him, if he leans you’d be touching. You wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer if that happens.

He never once looked away from you since he noticed the vibrator on the desk. His face tight with frustration and overwhelming desire. You want to look away, but you can’t. He’s so fucking beautiful, you’re having to remind yourself to breathe. He looks down at your lips for a moment, before moving back to your eyes, “I’m never distracted princess, I always win these types of games.” His voice is a low, rumbling whisper by now. you hear in his voice how he’s barely restraining himself, but he holds your gaze. He refuses to look away.

The tension between you two is so thick. It would be … so easy for you to walk around him, climb on top of him, and bring you both the relief you’re obviously needing.

He holds eye contact with you, as you hand him the pencil back, and grab the vibrator. before stepping away from him, breathing heavily.

Neither of you say anything as you slip into the bathroom. You don’t notice the way he shamelessly watches your ass, reaching down to grab his throbbing dick through his clothes, trying to focus on breathing, the second you turn your back.

The second the bathroom door closes behind you, you’re tearing your pajamas off. Rushing to turn on the shower, not even caring to check the temperature, before you step in and lay on the floor of your shower, turning on your vibrator to the highest setting, pressing it to your swollen clit.

You know Mr. York can hear the loud buzzing, barely covered up by the sound of the shower, but crazy enough, the thought of him hearing you like this, turns you on even more. You imagine his hands, his big fucking hands, roughly grabbing your breasts, just like he did in your dream. Based off the outline of his cock that you saw, you can tell that he’s just as turned on as you are, you watched his eyes, you saw his restraint cracking, and you whimper as you imagine how he would not be gentle with you.

Imagining Mr. York choking you to keep you quiet, you reach up and wrap your free hand around your throat, groaning as you tighten your grip. You’re already so close, you feel the pressure building in your core, you feel that coil tightening, so you let go of your neck, and slide two fingers into your cunt. The mixture of the vibrations on your clit, and your fingers curling inside you have you seeing stars. you wish it were Dave… God you wish his fingers were filling you, you know it would be so fucking tight for him, but you’d take it. You’re so fucking wet right now, he’d slide right in, but you can already tell there’d still be a slight burn as you struggle to take him.

Your cunt starts to desperately squeeze your fingers, and you imagine him, naked, fingering you, calling you princess, calling you a dirty, desperate little slut, as he brings you to your high, and then… you cum. You finally fucking cum.

You don’t even realize that you moan out his name as you do.

When you come down from your high, you struggle to stand up in the shower on your shaking legs, breathing heavily. Leaning on your shower wall for support,  you wonder if he heard you. ———————————————— He did.

He hears every little noise and gasp that comes out of your mouth. He tries to distract himself with another round of sudoku, but he hears you call out his name in a strained moan… and he swears he almost came in his pants like a teenager. He reaches down, and roughly grips his cock, breathing deeply through his nose.

He’s trying to focus on anything but your moans, but instead all his brain can do is replay your cries, your fingers grazing his cock, how he was so close to you he watched your pupils dilate with need, he could smell your vanilla lotion, he could see your fingers shaking ever so slightly as you put the 4 next to the goddamn 9…

He’s never been this hard. not that he can ever remember. Never for carol. Never for any other girl he’s fucked. But you… you and your annoying, spoiled little attitude, your wide eyes, your soft fingers… something about you makes him want to possess you. He wants you in such a primal way, it even scares him. He was so close to breaking down the door of the bathroom, pulling his cock out, and getting in the shower with you until he actually makes you scream for him, it actually scares him a little. He had to remind himself, this is his clients daughter that’s he’s thinking of.

But your moans in your sleep, your soft fingers grazing him, your mouth next to his ears, you are screaming for him…

Dave has never been a good man. So, he chooses to accept this revelation as another one of his dark secrets.

When you emerge from the shower, he sees your face relaxed in a post-orgasm glow. He makes eye contact with you, closing the book and giving you his full attention. You freeze in the doorway and look to the ground nervously. He watches as you enter the bedroom, that confident, bold attitude you had when you grazed his cock, gone. You’re suddenly unsure of yourself, trying to hide the vibrator you all but waved in his face 30 minutes earlier, as you slip it back into your bedside table.

Dave never stops watching you.

You turn, looking up at him with wide eyes, you open your mouth to say something, but instead, you frown, throw on a clean hoodie over your t-shirt, before turning to go downstairs to eat dinner with your father. —————————————— The moment you leave the room, Dave is rushing to his bedroom. He pulls his cock out and closes his eyes as he imagines it’s your smaller, softer hands wrapped around him, jerking him off instead of his own. He imagines you, sinking to your knees, opening your mouth to let him fuck your face, only pulling away from his throbbing length long enough to beg him to cum in your mouth. His hand moves faster as he imagines you gagging on his cock, slipping a hand into your panties to rub your clit, because you just can’t wait for him. He uses his thumb to run over the slit of his cock, feeling the pre-cum beading at the tip. He tightens his grip when he imagines how good you’d suck his dick. How you’d hollow your cheeks to make it tighter for him, how you let him use your face while you gag and take it like a good fucking girl, with tears running down your face. With a loud groan, he cums when he pictures the same wide eyes you gave him when you got out of the shower, after fucking yourself with your fingers and a vibrator, crying out his name… he pictures your big, beautiful eyes, innocently looking up at him, as he uses your mouth.

He cums all over his hands and it leaks onto the floor. He prefers to imagine it was your pretty face.

After cleaning himself up, he meets you and your father downstairs for dinner.

[baronessvonglitter]

Summer's almost over, and since I've been officially posting on tumblr since June, I'm going to start compiling fic recs on a seasonal basis, so naturally we're starting with summer.

I realize some of these fics are older, and some are even out of season ("Boo" takes place on Halloween) but this is my blog and I'm not gonna hold myself to too many standards 😜

Honestly, everything I reblog is an automatic "fic rec". The ones below are my particular favorites of this past summer 🌅

Abducted ~ Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @propheticbride

Boo ~ Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @pascalsbby

Brat! ~ Joel Miller x brat!female!reader ~ by @shellshocklove

Caught in the Act ~ pre-outbreak Joel Miller x roommate!fem!reader ~ by @mermaidgirl30

Cuts Like Glass ~ Dave York x f!reader ~ by @morallyinept

Dinner and a Show ~ Joel Miller x Roman Roy x f!reader ~ by @strang3lov3

Doctor's Pet ~ doctor!Dave York x nurse!reader ~ by @evolnoomym

Heavenly Bound ~ Jackson!Joel Miller x afab!virgin!reader ~ by @ozarkthedog

I Can Bring You in Hot ~ Din Djarin x Maxwell Lord ~ by @ghostofaboy

In the shadows of others, we grow (series) ~ Tim Rockford x Dave York ~ by @sin-djarin

Just Like That (series) ~ dark!perv!stepdad!Joel Miller x fem!reader ~ by @sweetpascal

My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder ~ Javier Pena x reader ~ by @miss-oranje-disco-dancer

The Nebble Files (series) ~ Tim Rockford x OFC Jane Nebble ~ by @inept-the-magnificent

Please, Sir ~ Marcus Pike x female!reader ~ by @mountainsandmayhem

The Police Officer ~ uniformed!Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @myownwholewildworld

Privates ~ AU!Joel Miller x Javier Pena x afab!reader ~ by @eff4freddie

Push It ~ Joel Miller x fem!reader ~ by @milla-frenchy

Put it in, Coach ~ Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @magpiepills

The Rift (series) ~ Marcus Moreno x Marcus Acacius x Marcus Pike x f!reader ~ by @whataperfectwasteoftime

Savior ~ dark!Joel x captive!reader ~ by @lokischocolatefountain

Strawberry Sugar ~ modern!Oberyn Martell x f!reader ~ by @guiltyasdave

Sweet Tooth ~ mom's bf!Javier Pena x f!reader ~ by @magpiepills

Table for Three ~ Joel Miller x f x Dave York ~ by @aurorawritestoescape

Untitled Joel Miller x f!reader ~ by @joelslastofus

Untitled Marcus Acacius x f!reader ~ by @joelslastofus

Volatile ~ Dave York x f!reader ~ by @javier-pena

The Wedding Night ~ Marcus Acacius x female!reader ~ by @ienjoywritingfilth

Wildest Dreams (series) ~ Dave York x f!reader ~ by @guiltyasdave

[noxturnalnymph]

My 2023 Fanfic-Wrapped

I only really started reading Pedro fanfic in April or May, I got started on some of the well-known fics on AO3 that were recommended on tiktok. However, one of them brought me to tumblr (because I wanted to see more from this author, I wanted to see their moodboards and their sneak peeks). And I haven’t left since.

I even decided to try my hand at writing as well. It’s been a LOT of fun. (My masterlist is here if you want to see all the weird shit I wrote so far). Thank you to everyone who has supported me in all my efforts and to all the friends I've made.

I wanted to create this list to highlight some of my faves this year. If you haven’t read these, they all come highly recommended by me.

I'll be reblogging everything on this list throughout the day. If you’d like to reblog this post and add some of your own favorites from this year - PLEASE DO!!!  I would absolutely love to get new recs!! Let’s share the love!!

In no particular Order - Here are some of my favorites from the year!

Fave Writers (I’ll read anything they write)

@toxicanonymity (joel miller masterlist) Personal Faves: NightWalks!Joel, Vamp!Joel (both Ongoing)

@theywhowriteandknowthings (masterlist) Personal Faves: Creep - Joel, Princess and the Duke - Dave York (Ongoing)

@chloeangelic (masterlist) Personal Faves: Love Me Back - Joel, Seeking What is Desirable - Joel (Ongoing)

@goodwithcheese (masterlist) Personal Faves: The Layover - Frankie, Paranoid Heart - Javi P (Ongoing)

@beskarandblasters (masterlist) Personal Faves: Me and My Husband - Din Djarin, New York or Nowhere - Bodega!Joel (Ongoing)

@absurdthirst (masterlist) Personal Faves: Kinktober 2023 Oct 15th - LactationKink!Dieter, A Marriage of Convenience - Regency!PeroTovar, (they have SO many good ones)

Fave Ongoing Series

Mall Rats (Jackson-era!Joel) by @strang3lov3

Oh! Honey (Monster!Joel x Mortician!Reader) by @lincolndjarin

Hard to be Soft, Tough to be Tender (Pimp!Joel) by @iamasaddie

On the Waterfront (Chubby!Mafia!Frankie) by @beefrobeefcal

The King’s Queen (Royalty/ArrangedMarriageAU!Javi G) by @wardenparker

From Eden (PlantShopOwner!Joel x Married!F!Reader) by @5oh5

A Lover’s Pinch (Professor!Joel x Student!Reader) by @hier--soir

Into the Beat of the Night (Bi!Frankie x afab!gn!OC) by @perotovar

Fave Finished Series

A Stranger’s Heart Without a Home (Jackson-era Joel) by @morning-star-joy (This is the one that brought me to tumblr. Doni created this beautiful story and it has a very special place in my heart.)

Late Night Texts (Post-Colombia Javier Peña) by @undercoverpena

Someone’s Wife in the Boat of Someone’s Husband (Married!No-Outbreak!Joel) by @netherfeildren

Something New (SexWorker!Frankie) by @prolix-yuy

Something Wretched About This (DrugDealer!Joel) by @covetyou

Pioneer Frankie (A series of stories about Pioneer!AU!Frankie) by @frannyzooey

Trial & Error (No-Outbreak!Joel helps Tommy & reader get pregnant) by @thetriumphantpanda

Pleased to Meet You (Meeting Francisco Morales - twice) by @intheorangebedroom

Fave Characters

Husband's Best Friend Joel Miller (with Married! Reader) (HBF!Joel) by @gracieispunk

Jackson-Era Vampire! Joel Miller (A Secret Worth Keeping) by @multiversed-daydreamer

Soccer-dad No-Outbreak Joel Miller gets a racy text from an unknown number (The Right Wrong Number) by @proxima-writes

Demon! Ezra (with Witch! Reader) (In Every Lifetime) by @xdaddysprincessxx

Protective Jackson-Era Joel Miller (A Safe Haven) by @joelsgreys

THROUPLE Frankie x Joel x F!Reader (Catalyst Masterlist) by @ezrasbirdie

Sleezy Gas Station Joel *MC* Miller (Meet Me in the Back) by @atticrissfinch

Porn Star Joel Miller (with Porn Star Reader) (I Know it When I See it) by @bageldaddy

Fave Dark/DDDNE Fics (These fics aren’t being put in the corner but they do come with some very special warnings so I wanted to separate them)

Trick or Treat? (DDDNE Dark!Frankie Morales x Dark!Joel Miller x Dark!Dave York x F!Reader) by @morallyinept

Bullet For You, Darlin’ (DDDNE Dark!Raider!Joel Miller) by @kewwrites

Online Friends (Cherry Bomb) (Dom!Joel, online/phone sex) by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Blessed Be the Fruit (Dark!DubCon! Joel Miller - Handmaid’s Tale AU) by @romana-after-dark

Red Light (Dark!Obsessive!DubCon! Landlord Joel Miller) by @kiwisbell

The Burglary (DDDNE burglar!Joel Miller x f!reader x burglar!Tommy Miller) by @milla-frenchy and @aurorawritestoescape

I don't know man.... I just know I like it

Menuet (It’s an animal/shapeshifter/monster fucking thing (Pero Tovar) that fundamentally changed who I am as a person) by @psychedelic-ink

Liquid Gold (Joel - and Tommy? - help Pregnant!Reader out when an issue arises) by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Get a Grip (Watch Model!Joel Miller x Manicurist!Reader Hand/GloveKink!) by @bonezone44

Mother Who Provides (Mommy!Kink Joel gets breastfed) by @pedge-page

Goodbye 2023, See you all next year!!!!

[pedrosarmsling]

Thirsty

Pairing: Married!Dave York x afab!reader

Summary: Being a part time, live in nanny sounded like an easy but still busy summer job. You just weren't expecting to ever interact so closely with the dad/husband of the family.

Author's Note: Hello! Thank you for taking the time to read my first ever fic. Please be nice!!! I did intentionally leave this somewhat opened at the end on the off chance anyone might want more. I see this as a drabble but it could always turn into more! I am so excited to finally have the courage to put my thoughts to "paper" and share them with such an amazing fandom. I hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS: Infidelity (Dave & Carol are married), mentions of an unhappy marriage, power dynamics (employer x employee), no use of y/n, no physical description of reader, fingering, Daddy kink, light choking, Dave deserves his own warning, reader mentions they shouldn't be doing what they are doing but Dave doesn't acknowledge it (dubcon?) Please let me know if I missed anything!

*Also - I reread this multiple times, so hopefully there are minimal to no spelling/grammar errors*

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This wasn’t what you had expected to happen when you took the babysitting gig.

You had been babysitting for the Yorks for about…a month? Whenever summer started for the girls. You had only ever interacted with Carol and the girls to start to start off. You knew there was a dad/husband in the dynamic but according to Carol, his job had him away a lot. So your chances of ever running into him would be slim.

The very first interaction you had with him was brief.

Very awkward. But thankfully, brief.

You were staying for a couple of days while Carol was out of town and Mr. York was supposed to be out on a job. So when you woke up in the middle of the night and headed down to the kitchen in just a t-shirt and your underwear to get some water, the last thing you expected was to see Mr. York in his office just off to the side of the kitchen. 

That made for an awkward interaction during morning coffee before the girls woke up.

The past month or so had been full of small exchanges everytime he was home and you were there working. You didn’t mind though. In fact, you enjoyed the interactions no matter how short they were, mainly because you had developed a small crush on Mr. York. Obviously nothing would come of it. He was older…and married. Unhappily married from the way Carole spoke and how he and Carol interacted but still. He probably saw you as a kid considering you were fresh out of your 3rd year of college.

Yet here you are. At 12:14 AM on a Friday night, pinned between him and the kitchen counter with his hand in your sleep shorts as he rubs that sensitive bundle of nerves through your panties. 

You just wanted to get some fresh water in your water bottle. 

“Mr. York..” Your voice faltered slightly as you tried to be sensible and stop the situation before it went any further. 

“Daddy.” The baritone of his voice resonated in your ears as his lips explored your neck. 

His response left you confused, although part of that could have been how flustered he had you before that. 

“What do you mean?” You struggled to fight any noise back that tried to leave your body that wasn’t speaking.

“I mean..” He pulled away from your neck to allow his dark eyes to lock with yours. “..when we’re in a normal setting. Surrounded by my wife or my daughters, you call me Mr. York.” You felt his free hand gently grip your neck as the middle and index fingers on his busy hand slid past the elastic waistband of your panties and started to tease your wet slit, pressing against the entrance of your eager cunt before they slowly slipped in. Just as you started to let out a moan, his large hand gripped tight on your neck, cutting off whatever noise you were about to produce. 

“But when we have these moments like this where it’s just you and me. Where I have you soaked, panting, and trembling like a pathetic bitch in heat, you call me Daddy. Do you understand?” He used the grip he had on your neck to make you look at him before you nodded in response.

“Yes, Daddy.” You sounded ridiculous. Your voice was raspy as you tried your best to speak with the lack of airflow. And that seemed to please him as a maniacal smirk spread across his lips. Those lips that you so desperately wanted to taste.

“Good girl.” He praised before releasing his grip and channeling his energy into the force behind the rhythm he was fingering you with. “Keep the obedience up and make sure you don’t make a fucking sound.” He used his freehand to reach down and push your shorts down until they fell and pooled around your ankles before he boosted you up onto the counter. A low groan released from his lips as he spread your legs and saw your glistening cunt in the low night light. “Fuck that’s beautiful.”

“Mr. Y-...” You had to stop yourself and correct what you were saying. “Daddy..someone could walk in.” You were breathless, trying to keep quiet as his fingers brought you closer and closer to the edge of release. All you were able to mentally register was how his thick fingers were spreading your tight hole more than you had ever felt before and the playful, satisfied smirk he was sporting from hearing your concern. 

“No one is going to walk in.” He said it so confidently that arguing with him didn’t even cross your mind. “I need you to cum for me, Princess.” His words made your cunt flutter around his digits, drawing a low growl from him before he started pumping them in and out of you at a quick pace. 

“Fuck…I’m so fucking close…” Your eyes moved from watching where his fingers disappeared into you up to his, your brow furrowed as you gave into your orgasm. You quickly brought your hand up, covering your own mouth to stifle your cries as you come on his fingers. 

Dave couldn’t help but watch you. 

Watch how you would physically respond to every push into your tight cunt. How you rolled your hips to work against his thick digits. How you were completely lost in your own ecstasy to care anymore if one of his daughters were to interrupt. Or Carol were to come home early…fuck if she saw. He had to catch her with her boss a few years back. Her catching him with you would be a bigger win in his opinion. 

You wanted, no, needed this just as much as he did. 

Your eyes slowly open, meeting with his as he still held your hip, keeping you lazily pinned to the counter, cheeks flushed a bright red, your chest rising and collapsing as you try your best to come down from the high. 

Jesus you were such a sight. 

The sound of one of the girls’ doors opening up stairs and hearing their sleepy voice calling out your name had you sobering up fast.

“I’ll be right there, sweetie!” You call out as you hop down from the counter. 

You shake your head as you look back up at Dave, clearing your throat as if that would aid you in composing yourself faster. 

“This uh…this wasn’t smart, Mr. York..” You weakly 'stood your ground' before dismissing yourself out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

Dave’s eyes never left your body. 

He knows you’re right. This is stupid…but he also knows that he was just getting started with you.

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[nerdieforpedro]

Muted Peach

Dave York x plus size AFAB

This fic and my blog overall is for readers 18+

Word Count: 921

Summary: The run in your stockings is annoying but is quickly an afterthought with Dave’s arrival. He brings you two things you need and leaves you with a promise you want. The two of you don’t need any more words than necessary.

Warnings: handling dangerous plants, soft Dave - geez, government corruption, planning for murder, use of a knife, HANDS (be weird if Nerdie didn’t have it), unprotected P in V, aftercare, more soft Dave (👀 Not mad at it, just surprised myself)

Notes: Another entry for Jett’s Flora and Fauna Challenge by @morallyinept I’m enjoying writing about flowers 💐 This is my first, primarily smut fic in a while (if you mention Frankie I dunno what you mean 👀 that was only like the first 4-5 parts).

Let me know what you think 🤔

I also found these flower meaning references to help anyone who might wanna do the challenge but either doesn’t know a flower to do or what they mean: Botanical Headcannons

This one was for the flower I chose Belladonna: How does your muse respond to silence ? Do they take comfort in soundlessness , or seek to fill the void with noise ?

Main Masterlist/ Dave York Masterlist

The run in your stockings was inevitable. They were old, a size too small but you didn’t want to wear leggings under your skirt, and you felt you could wait until the weekend to buy a new pair. You thought they might have ripped randomly when you sat down for meetings or even when your knee hit that idiot Jim’s desk when you confronted him about why his reports aren’t in. You should not be coming to his office to inquire about them after sending him a reminder email like the rest of the team. His quarterly evaluation just took a dip. Keeping up appearances outside of your real function at the CIA is exhausting and mind-numbing.

You’ve gotten back to your office after five in the evening to make some notes before leaving. That’s when he appears in your doorway. He’s brought a plant for you. It’s small, a deep violet with dark green leaves, he needs to wear gloves while handling it. The flower is called belladonna - deadly nightshade. The smile on your fellow CIA agent’s face gives away his intent. He was able to get it for you. A special project in addition to your weekend shopping. A visit would be had with one of the US diplomats that were skimming money from the embassy. That wasn’t enough to warrant their death. It was when they began dabbling in the drug trade that the department received notice to remove him from the equation to maintain the integrity of US diplomats everywhere.

Such an original concept, for the greater whole and good.

“At least how they die will be elegant,” The only words Dave says to you before noting your stockings with their run. He chuckles and reaches in his jacket pocket. Of course he keeps his knife on him, though he didn’t need to cut your stockings and panties off. You were going to take them off anyway, but now they’re in his pocket. Sometimes you wonder what he does with them all? The plant is set in the windowsill and he discards the gloves and runs his hands over your large thighs before putting you up on your own desk.

With his lips on yours, he bites on your bottom lip and has you open for him, allowing him to explore your mouth. Unbuckling his belt and reaching into his boxers, you find what you need. Having his throbbing length in your palm, you scoot your ass to the edge of the desk. York’s dripping head is sliding against your folds, you softly whimper into Dave’s mouth, opening your legs wider for him. The smirk on his face while he leans back enough you get his pants around his knees and plunges within you. There’s no preamble, just the squelches of your cunt sucking his cock back within you to kiss your cervix. He pushed you on your back and had your wrists pinned to the desk. The thickness of his turgid member gives you the pleasurable stretch that you craved when he passed behind you after the meeting ended. Purposely cupping your ass, taking a moment to reach for a pen on the table in front of you, his hand sliding across your stomach, giving it a small pat. Switching his hold on your wrists from one hand to two, that same hand roamed over your stomach, feeling its softness and jiggle. He pats it again and mouths, “You’re doing well. Stay quiet for me a little longer, Peach.” Two of his fingers reach between your legs where he can see himself entering and exiting you while he circles your small sensitive bud.

The small gasps released from your throat, you’ve gotten skilled at keeping the noise to a minimum outside of your wet core. The pressure’s building with the unevenness of his drags, Dave’s close and you’ll be painted soon. Quickly he pulls out of you and lobs his ropes across your mound and thighs while your walls contract around air. Your moist folds miss his cock already, but it’s time to go. Dave sits you up and pulls a small packet of wipes out of another pocket in his jacket, wiping you down and himself before pulling his pants up and fixing his belt. The peppered kisses to your cheeks and neck are his goodbye to you as he exits the office. The notes you’d been writing and files are on the floor, it’s not his concern, though Dave makes a point to come back after thinking about it for a minute. Touching your shoulder, you stand and he picks up the papers off the floor.

“Didn’t want anyone to see?” Teasing him leads to another peck and a hand on your hip.

“Of course not. I should be the only one to see you sloppy. Take care of it this weekend and I can swing by Sunday night. We might even get breakfast Monday if there’s time sweetheart.” You pat his chest and nod, giving him one more kiss before he really does leave this time.

A fresh pair of gloves is on your desk. York left you those so you can get your new plant home safely - to be repotted you tell the janitor on your way out, the cool air tickling your clit. A job well done means a lazy Sunday night and Monday morning with Dave, so what if you work on different ends of the ‘special operations section’ of the CIA?

Being Dave York’s sweet Peach has definite perks.

Peaches 🍑 that might be in that jacket of Dave’s 🧥: @yorksgirl @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @goodwithcheese @musings-of-a-rose @iamasaddie

@legendary-pink-dot @bitchwitch1981 @for-a-longlongtime @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @megamindsecretlair

@daddy-dins-girl @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @magpiepills @harriedandharassed

@maggiemayhemnj @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @avastrasposts @survivingandenduring

@pedroshotwifey @connectioneverywhere @djarinmuse @604to647 @secretelephanttattoo

@rhoorl @sherala007 @schnarfer @bishtrouille @ohforficsake

[pedroshotwifey]

A Real Man Frankie Morales x plus size!fem!reader - Frankie has you sit on his face. (1.2k)

Fucking Mine Dave York x fem!reader - You help Dave get out some frustrations. (839)

One Condition Marcus Pike x fem!reader x Ezra (Prospect) - You and your partner, Marcus Pike, get stranded on an inhabited planet and run into problem after problem. You find yourselves in a compromising position that requires help from a strange man, who comes to you with one condition. (4.9k)

Cramped Innocent!Din Djarin x GN!reader - As you tried to explain, the two of you really don't fit in the cockpit. (927)

Bargian Javier Peña x male!reader - You and Javi play through one of your scandalous fantasies (2.1k)

Salty Sweet Javier Peña x fem!reader - Javi eats you out on your birthday---with a deliciously kinky twist (1.3k)

Better Ezra x f!reader - You join Ezra on his unscheduled break, not knowing you're in for the ride of your lifetime. (2k)

Good 'n' Deep Fat!Frankie Morales x f!reader - Fat Frankie can't be sated. (2.6k)

What Matters Older Joel Miller x f!reader - Your and Joel's first time together turns into so much more. (1.9k)

Needy Sub!Frankie Morales x dom!f!reader - Frankie gives you control for the night and you make sure he gets the most out of it. (1.6k)

Tease Sub!Dieter Bravo x sub!GN!reader x dom!Dave York - You and Dieter think it's fun to tease Dave, and Dave thinks he should teach you both a lesson for it. (2.4k)

Toeing the Line fwb!Marcus Pike x f!reader - Can you really just be "friends"? (740)

Stress Relief Pre-outbreak Joel Miller jacking off to some porn

Mini Skirt Javier Peña x fem!coworker!reader - You start thinking down on yourself---luckily, Javi's there to lift you back up. Nothing some praise and a good fuck in his office can't fix. (2.7k)

The Right Guy X-Men!Logan x f!reader - Logan tries too hard on a first date (mostly cute fluff with a smudge of angst kind of) (1.1k)

Song fic requests:

Haunted QZ!Joel Miller x afab!reader - Haunted by Beyonce

Taste Ex!Javi x reader - Taste by Sabrina Carpenter

Requested Drabbles

Want some help on what to request? Try one of these links! (Make sure to specify which prompt list you’re using or I will assume it’s prompt list 1 :)

Prompt list 1

Prompt list 2

Prompt list 3

Prompt list 4

I am also willing to write for JDM characters (love me some Negan 🤭) , Oscar Isaac characters, Cassian Andor, Hugh Jackman characters (Logan is my fav) and Rick Grimes! Feel free to suggest a different character and I’ll see what I can do! ❤️

Small letter about the requests (basically saying that this is a safe space for all of you to request whatever you'd like!)

[bonezone44]

The Hollow, prologue (18+)

Dave York x afab!Reader

tags for the upcoming story: stalking, manipulation, panic attacks, anti-american military sentiments, pacifism vs. violence debates, the "assassin life", control issues, smut.

Reader Immersivity: No skin tone or hair is mentioned. Reader is able-bodied, can sit in Dave's lap, and has a big butt. Reader is recovering from narcissistic abuse.

A/N: Due to the current political climate, I thought 'why the hell not?' and decided to get this first little bit published.

-masterlist- -story masterlist-

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“One day, you’re an asset. The next, you’re a fucking afterthought.”

Dave used to love his time in the Marines. It was birthed from naivety and camaraderie. Driven by hormones and hopeful ideals about what the troops were doing to rescue the world from self-annihilation. As if the United States was the father of the globe and all the other countries were his children. And the American armed forces were his right hand–beating the ungrateful ignorants into reverent compliance.

Dave had been honored to follow in the footsteps of the star-spangled patriarchy. He had been taught that war and discipline were his duties as an American and as a man. That all those who could, absolutely should. And the country’s naysayers and protestors were a nagging thorn in his side. ‘How can they be so ungrateful?’ He had wondered. ‘How can they spit in our faces when we’re out there sacrificing our lives so that they can live in peace?’

Even then, Dave knew his years in the Marines were temporary–he knew it was only a stepping stone towards something greater for himself. He climbed the ranks quickly and it wasn’t long before he was recruited for more specialized operations. 

Dave had eventually found a home in the Defense Clandestine Service. He had found purpose. He had found a family alongside his partner, Robert, and his teammates, Kovak, Ari, and Resnik. Their missions were dauntless and dangerous–and just as crucial to achieve. Every success gave Dave an invincible, god-like high and every failure, though rare, had his mind and body plummeting into anguish and disrepair. (High risk, high results and all that.) McCall had been there for all the good days and all the bad weeks and months. He had been a guiding hand for Dave. A trusted companion. A friend.

McCall's death had cleaved a cavern inside of Dave’s chest–something hollow, tender, and exposed. And three months later, when his team was disbanded, he blamed himself and split in two. A schism dividing him into what he was before and what he would become. 

He wanted to start from scratch. He wanted to reset his existence back to day one and leave his mother’s birth canal with wiser, shrewder eyes.  But there was no ‘scratch’. There was no way to blank his slate. He had spent too much of his childhood idolizing soldiers. He had had too many experiences in the military to completely rewrite his path. And once he was able to find perspective on his choices, he realized that some of those naysayers and protestors had been right all along. The thorn in his side had been a seed and instead of plucking it out, he watered it and let it grow.

For better or worse, Dave had acquired a particular set of skills. And without nationalistic ideology coloring his point-of-view, he created a personal philosophy to ease the ambivalence he suffered. 

‘There is no sin. There is no virtue. There are only actions and consequences.’

Dave left the world of government and went private. He earned his license and began working as an investigator at a prominent law firm in New York City. His life had lost much of its intensity, but he was determined to adapt to a softer existence. He was determined to experience this so-called ‘peace’ he had spent the first third of his life fighting to preserve. And he was finding it, in bits and pieces over time. And the taste was euphoric enough to keep him wanting more. He was no longer working towards some hypothetical greater good. He was simply out for himself and whatever satisfaction he could find.

Then you decided to show up.

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[osped]

JOSE PEDRO BALMACEDA PASCAL

HIS CHARACTERS

🌟 Good Morning, Bachelor Nation! 🌟 by @elvinaa

You have a big ass by @pedros-husband

How about 7 Pedros for a minute each? by @oonajaeadira

scary movie typa guy ; genre of movies pedro boys are into by @creedslove

Having Triplets: by @absurdthirst

PEDRO PASCAL

reader calls, telling him they had to go to the emergency room by @judysxnd

he hated the feeling or thought of reader ever leaving ; protective pedro ; blind date ; comforts him ; none of that really matters ; him just loving being a girl dad ; pedro x sick!reader ; whole pregnancy by @talaok (at this point I sould've just put her masterlist link here, lol)

it's not that kind of cold shower (pedro x gn/m!reader) ; 🎯MASTERLIST🎯pedro pascal x gn/m!reader by @pedge-stuff

PERO TOVAR

Pero Tovar and his Guerrera by @prolix-yuy

friend sets Pedro and (y/n) on a blind date by @talaok

take my hand - pero tovar x fem!reader by @pedrito-friskito

Temple of Love ; Grumpy Pumpkin by @sirowsky-stories

OBERYN MARTELL

Window Shopping by @the-dendrophile-bookdragon

Birfday - Oberyn by @writeforfandoms

MARCUS PIKE

I’m Here by @davnittbraes

Forgive These Bones I'm Hiding (Part 2 of 2) by @whataperfectwasteoftime

JAVIER PENA

I know that I shouldn't... but I love you. by @odetodilfs

Nᴏᴛ Iɴᴛᴏ Bᴏʏs (Jᴀᴠɪᴇʀ Pᴇñᴀ) by @obsessedwithpedritoofc

Crossroads (Javier Peña x AFAB!Reader) ; Narcos Masterlist by @ithebookhoarder 

wait, what? by @plentyoffandoms

Trick and Treat by @jobean12-blog

tolerate it [javi peña x gn!reader] by @mandoalorian

quickie at the party ; LA LLUVIA 🌧️ by @creedslove

JOEL MILLER

the sun will shine again by @foli-vora

loads of hickeys by @talaok

doing a million steps nightly skin care routine ; The Millers 💖 by @creedslove

Joel Miller Masterlist by @jobean12-blog

sated by @softlyspector

Feral Masterlist by @ohraicodoll

"a gentle hand" — joel miller by @louswrld11

All Good Things [a Joel x f!reader fic] by @criticallyacclaimedstranger

a sheep in wolf's clothing by @jupiter-soups

Halloween Special by @strang3lov3

I wanna show you off by @joelscurls

crying for the first time ever by @joels-shitty-puns

grumpy!husband!joel by @cruelfvkingsummer

JAVI GUTIERREZ

Skinny Dipping by @second-axis-point

Kinktober Day 13: Javi Gutiérrez w/overstimulation and bondage. by @odetodilfs

DIN DJARIN

In The Silence by @dindjarindiaries

D.D. - "Then we'll find out together." by @missredherring

Uncut by @beskarandblasters

the cantina by @spctrsgf

trying boba tea for the first time by @toxic-seduction

50. Nothing is wrong with you. 55. I’m not going anywhere. ; Soft!Din by @ezrasbirdie

Familiar & Unfamiliar by @theidiotwhowritesthings

DIETER BRAVO

2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #10: Dieter Bravo - A Kiss While Baking by @something-tofightfor

DAVE YORK

Surrogate Love {Dave York x F!Reader} by @absurdthirst

FRANKIE MORALES

Broken by @musings-of-a-rose

sweet treat (frankie morales x f!plus-size!reader) by @mrsmando

Kɪʟʟ ғᴏʀ Yᴏᴜ (Fʀᴀɴᴋɪᴇ Mᴏʀᴀʟᴇs) by @obsessedwithpedritoofc

Telltale Heart by @astroboots

fading ; something new [plus size fem reader] by @ezrasbirdie

MARCUS PIKE

pretending to be him ; RE-ENCOUNTER 🎨 by @creedslove

used by you by @foli-vora 

SILVA

Tʜᴇ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Mᴀɴ (Sɪʟᴠᴀ) by @obsessedwithpedritoofc

PS : I reblog all this amazing fanfic on my other tumblr account on @uwiuwi. I just like to reread, but it got me so stressfull when my main blog so full with reblogs, so I make this masterlist for my future self. I hope none of the authors of the fanfics I put in here mad. Sorry and Thank you for your hardwork guys.

[detectivecarisi-1]

The Senator’s Daughter Chapter 2 (Bodyguard! Dave York x Female Reader

AN: Lol I am alive. Honestly, I am even surprised this took as long as it did, but I transferred from my old job teaching at a middle school (after a student threatened to stab me lol) and moved to a high school, so I had to completely restart my curriculum, which, if you’ve been following me, is why I’ve been having a bit of a mental breakdown as of lately. But being at the high school has been so much better for me, so I am finally back to writing! I appreciate you all for your patience, and if you’re reading this, thank you for coming back :) I am currently figuring out how to make a masterlist, so hopefully that gets up soon. I have alot of oneshots in mind for Din Djarin (my beloved) and Joel Miller… But we’ll see if I ever have the time to write those. I know there’s a ton of new people to the Pedro Pascal fandom so... that makes me a little nervous. But, stay tuned! Thank you again! - Megan 

Rating: M for language, and discussions of drugs and alcohol. Future chapters will be explicit, so 18+ ONLY!!! MINORS DNI\

Word Count: 2.5k 

Warnings: A lot of language (sorry, I have the mouth of a sailor, it’s hard to write without it), Eventual Smut (18+ FOR THE WHOLE SERIES), AFAB! Reader, HUGE divergence from canon, MeanDom!Dave York, Dom/Sub undertones, Brattysub!Reader, legal age gap relationship, Enemies to lovers, Mentions of drug/alcohol abuse, self-destructive behaviors, corrupt cops (probably only in this chapter), Politics lol, Minor violence (probably?), eventual mentions of parental abuse. 

Tags: @fatimaisabelpascal

If you’d like to be tagged in future chapters, feel free to dm me! 

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“Sir, yes, sir” she says before slipping into the connected bathroom to shower. Dave starts to turn away, to give her some form of privacy, but Senator Leland grabs him by the arm before they could leave. Dave watches, as the strict father act Leland was putting on earlier melts away, as he slumps against the wall near the bathroom door.

“I just… I wanna make sure she gets in okay.” Just like his daughter, Senator Leland looks completely different than how the news channels show him. Where she looks younger, and softer than the washed-up party girl TMZ shows, Till Leland looks more exhausted, and unsure of himself, compared to the confident, perfectly styled politician he saw on MSNBC. Dave, after years of service in the CIA, has a certain skill for reading people, and Dave doesn’t see Mr. Leland as a slimy, sure of himself politician, he just sees a tired father. His shirt is wrinkled, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, he looks exhausted, like he has been up all night. Mr. Leland stands, close to his daughter private bathroom, waiting for the sound of the shower to turn on, with one of his hands pinching the bridge of his nose.

Dave takes his time to look around the girl’s room. Just like the girl herself, her room is nowhere near what Dave would’ve expected. Despite the shoes in her bed, and the mascara stains on a pristine white pillowcase, her room is perfectly kept. She has a makeup desk, with a few photos of her smiling next to a small white dog. On a shelf above her bed, she has a collection of stuffed animals, each one seems to be placed carefully, with the smaller ones in the front and center, while the larger ones are arranged in a neat row behind them. He spots a bookshelf in the corner, with a few cookbooks, The Great Gatsby, and War and Peace, Dave raises his eyebrows, genuinely impressed when he spots a tasseled bookmark, sticking out of the book, she’s almost finished with it. Dave had expected her room to be a complete mess, with dirtied clothes, bottles of pills and alcohol, and the trash overflowing, but this is the room of a normal girl. She continues to defy his expectations.

Finally, the shower starts, and Dave watches the senator’s entire body relax with relief. Senator Leland turns to Dave, “You have kids, Dave?” Dave nods, “two girls.” The senator nods… “so you… understand what I’m trying to do. I just want to make sure she’s okay… I don’t know what else to do.”

Dave doesn’t respond. Dave would stop at nothing to ensure their safety and their health. Dave has killed for much less, but for his daughters? He would make anyone, anyone who even looks his daughter’s direction with a sense of malice, suffer until they are begging for him to kill them.

He looks at the senator, he sees a distraught father, desperate to save his little girl from her own self-destruction. Dave thinks… If this was his child, he would burn down every nightclub in the state and nail her door shut. Perhaps Till Leland’s plan is just a little more level-headed. Dave has never been the best at controlling his temper, so a he understands the Senator, sure, however, he still questions how things could’ve gotten this bad with the girl.

Dave simply sets his jaw, and nods.

The senator runs a hand through his hair, sniffs and turns to Dave, shifting back into the smooth-talking senator Dave met earlier that morning. “Let me show you around the house. I can show you where you’ll be staying.”

They leave the girl’s room, and Senator Leland leads Dave to a room, only across the hall from the girl’s room. Leland opens the door, revealing a simple, but still beautiful bedroom. There it’s painted a soft gray, with dark wood floors, clearly original with the house, Dave can tell they’re aged, even though they had clearly recently been polished. There is an oak desk along the front wall, and a queen-sized bed with a white comforter on the opposite wall, with a simple nightstand beside it. Senator Leland breaks the silence “It’s not much, I know. Before my dad passed he stayed here full time.” Leland opens a door in the back corner, “You have your own restroom, shower, bath, anything you need. Dave don’t hesitate to ask for anything else. I know this job isn’t the same as a simple celebrity escort. I want to make sure you are well taken care of, so you can take the best care of my daughter.”  

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You step out of the shower, confused, and more hungover than you’ve been in your life. You look in the mirror, and oh great you look just as fucked up as you feel. Incredible. Thinking back to the mysterious “Mr.York”  in your room, you feel the heat of embarrassment warming the back of your neck… 

No big deal, just saw the hottest man I’ve ever seen, and what a great first impression, vomiting in a trashcan… things could be worse… hopefully.

 You look in the mirror, trying to piece together the night before, attempting to shake the weight of shame, and embarrassment that’s currently making you want to melt into the cool tile of the bathroom floor. It only worsens when you remember the look on your father’s face, he hasn’t looked that disappointed since… well ever. Some shit went down last night and its driving you crazy that you can’t remember a thing.

“Whatever… can’t get worse than this.”

You throw on some clean pajamas and stumble downstairs.

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As you enter the dining room, you spot Mr. York and your father, facing the stairwell, looking like something out of a sitcom’s “intervention” episode. If you weren’t so nervous, (and not insane) you would consider looking for a camera.

You get your first, clear-headed look at Mr. York, and, somehow, he's even more attractive when you’re (mostly) sober. You feel a little insecure, seeing him so perfectly put together and unaffected, and here you are, with your knees turning to jell-o.

Despite your distraction with Mr. York, you can still feel the tension in the air.

You walk up to your father and wrap him in a hug, that he doesn’t return, “Morning, old man. What’s the deal? Polling numbers down?” Your dad chuckles dryly “yeah, well, they’re about to be at least.”

His voice is raspy, he sounds exhausted. You hate that he feels like this, and, although you’re not exactly a genius, you know it’s somehow because of you.

You raise an eyebrow, and plop down on the seat across from your father… You pretend to think deeply for a moment, before gasping, “Oh, shit, they found out you did acid at a Nirvana concert in 91’?” you ask, trying desperately to lighten the mood.

“It was the Smashing Pumpkins, sweetheart, you know this. But no, that secret is locked away.” He smiles, and for a moment, he seems like it's just a normal morning, and that everything, deep down, is okay. But his face falls again, and he reaches across the table to grab your hand. “Honey… I love you very much, you know?”

Oh shit. This is bad, this is really bad.

You feel the color drain from your face, and your blood turns cold. You don’t trust your own voice to come out without squeaking, so you just give your dad a nervous smile.

 “You… you got arrested last night. You were found passed out in front of a nightclub, and when the cops came to help you up… you dropped a small bag of pills.” He refuses to meet your eyes, he’s chewing his lip, and takes a deep breath before he continues, “If it weren’t for the fact that Office Benson was on the scene, you would’ve been charged. Benson owes me a favor so, he confiscated the pills and let you off the hook, but honey… you had Percocet on you. Where did you even get them?”

Your head is swimming. This makes no sense, you would never, ever, get hooked on meds like that. Alcohol? You admit you tend to overindulge, but opioids? No. No way, never in a million years. You’re trying to make sense of this situation in your head, trying to figure out how to explain to your dad that you would never, you could never do that to yourself, or him. You’re shaking your head, and tears you refuse to let fall start to burn your eyes… All is made a little worse when you look up at Mr. York, who is staring at you with the coldest eyes you’ve ever seen on a man. He’s judging your every move, he looks disgusted by you. You make eye contact, hoping he’ll soften up, but no, he just stares you down until you nervously look away.

You turn to your father, hoping that he starts laughing and this is just some sick tactic to make you straighten up, but he instead looks at you with red eyes, and “Honey, I’m just so worried about you… I can’t lose you.”

Fuck… you need a drink.

Everything, from the very moment you woke up, has just been too much. You want to leave, go to some shitty bar downtown, take a couple shots, numb these feelings that are currently making that sour taste at the back of your throat return, and maybe then you can have a civil conversation.

But it's 9am and your dad would probably die of a broken heart in front of you.

Or worse, Mr. York looks like he could kill you himself.

Instead, you resort to trying to talk, your voice warbled the tears you apparently can no longer hold back, “but… I don’t do drugs, dad, you gotta believe me I… I don’t do drugs.” Maybe if you weren’t so overwhelmed, things may have been a little more eloquent, but all things considered, you’re pretty proud of yourself for getting through that in one piece. Considering how much you feel. You feel like a child, you’re embarrassed, and scared, and… you can’t even begin to figure out how to process this. 

Your dad straightens up a little, and he clears his throat a little.

“I know, honey, I know. They did a drug test, last night at the station, you’re cleanBut someone gave these to you, and you took them. You’re losing yourself, honey, you may not see it now, but I have to watch you slowly destroy yourself, I can’t do it anymore.” He stops for a second and presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, takes a deep breath, and like he’s presenting a new bill to the Senate floor he says, “honey, you have now made it clear to me that you cannot control yourself. This is no longer a simple rebellious phase.You may not see it, but I know are going to end up killing yourself and dragging me down with you if you keep going like this. You have shown me that I cannot trust you to stop, and that you will push things further and further with no regard for yourself or others. So, this is Dave York, he’s going to be your bodyguard until after the election.”

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Okay, so maybe you could have handled your response better. But fuck this. Fuck Percocet, mega-fuck the person who gave them to you, and seriously fuck Mr. York.

After your dad broke the news that Mr. York was essentially going to be following you around, no privacy at all, to make sure you’re in, what your dad calls, “in a better place mentally and physically”, it’s all a blur of you screaming, “fuck that”, “absolutely not”, “I’m not a fucking child”, and “I’ll do what I fucking want”. Your dad, during your (admitted) tantrum, argued back trying to reason with you, but even more infuriating, Mr. York just sat, watching you with those cold, judging eyes. His lack of response only makes you angier, you want to affect him, you want to see him get up, and tell you to get over yourself, or explain why him being your bodyguard is great, hell, even if he just laughs and agrees with you, that would’ve been better than him sitting, completely still, while you have a complete breakdown in front of him.

After your dad yelled “I won’t let you kill yourself this way, you hear me?” you just… gave up. Stormed upstairs, where you are currently screaming into your pillow.

You fuck up one time, and all of the sudden you lose all your privacy?

Okay, sure, maybe this isn’t the “one time” you fucked up. But you’re 21 years old living in Virginia Beach, where there’s literally nothing else to do except go out and drink till you blackout, but, who even cares?

You’re losing your mind. You’re shaking, and crying, and, screaming in the pillow did nothing to help the very apparent emotional break you’re currently experiencing.

Nah, fuck this.

You walk over to your dresser and pull out the flask you take with you to clubs sometimes, you’re not even sure what this is filled with anymore, and honestly?  You don’t even care. You need to calm your nerves, and you’d take a shot of fucking rubbing alcohol right now if it was offered to you.

You’re about to take a sip, about to let whatever this mystery liquor is burn down your throat, to soothe your nerves…

“I’m going to need you to put that down.”

That’s… definitely not your father’s voice. And of course, as if he appeared torment you further, you see Mr. York casually standing in the entrance of your room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

How did he even get in here so quietly?

“Fuck off, Mr. York.” You roll your eyes, “I’m in my own room, I’m not hurting anyone, get off my back.”

He doesn’t respond, just stands and watches you, like he knows that enough to make you break.

He’s right.

“Jesus Christ! I don’t need this! I don’t need a ‘bodyguard’! I don’t need you! What I need is to just… fucking calm down I can’t think straight, and I’d be a hell of a lot better if it weren’t for you standing here like a fucking serial killer. Get out!” You’re screaming at him, of course having your second temper tantrum of the morning.

And just like always, he just stands there, his arms crossed, not the slightest bit moved by your outburst.

“Are you all done?”

You laugh bitterly, “fuck you. Mr. York.” You look up at him, challenging him to say something back to you, to finally acknowledge your frustration.

He shrugs, “the little temper tantrum you put on downstairs not enough for you? Had to do it again? Are you so pissed off that you didn’t get your way? You think you can just scream your way out if it? Keep trying, maybe eventually it’ll work.” He’s leaning against your bedroom door, and he said that all like he was just reading the forecast for the week. He doesn’t even sound mad, just annoyed, as if the very fact he has to speak to you is an inconvenience to him.

Okay… so maybe him just standing there is better than him being affected by you, when he just stood there, it was a lot less embarrassing, hurt a little less. He’s staring at you, with his hand held out, waiting for you to pass over the flask, “you gonna hand that over to me or do I need to take it from you.”

You hand him the flask and get back in bed.

[lady-bess]

LadyBess' Masterlist 📖

Hello, and welcome to my Masterlist! Grab a snack, two fingers of whiskey, and take a look at what I've got to offer! 🥃

I write predominantly for Pedro Pascal characters at the moment, but this is a multi-fandom blog, so characters in and out of the 'Pedro-verse' are featured here too!

My works are often 18+ and each fic comes with its own content tags and warning. Minors, please DNI ✨

For ease of navigation, I have used a Traffic Light System to rate these works 🚦

💚 Green is for General/Teen rated content 🧡 Orange is for more Mature works 💋 Red is for anything rated Explicit

My writing is mainly reader-insert content, but I have a mix of Female, AFAB, and Gender Neutral (GN) reader inserts 💜

Not all of these works are on Tumblr yet, but feel free to check out my A03 profile for all works!

Please enjoy, and come back regularly to see what's new!

Current Series: Fallout (Jack Daniels x F!Reader) Most Recent One-Shot Release: "Breaking the Barrier" - (Jack Daniels x Joel Miller x F!Reader)

One-Shots

"Petals" - Jack Daniels x F!OC (Tumblr Ask/Prompt) "Something Sweet" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Departure" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "After Hours" - Jack Daniels x GN!Reader (A03) "Fright" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Swing" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "The Perfect Fit" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "A Preposterous Thing" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Homeward Bound" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Restless" - young! Jack Daniels x F!Reader "The Lodger" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader "Dessert" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Chasing The Sun" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Afternoon Intrusions" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "A Lesson Learned" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Closing Time" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Bound" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03) "Disciplinary" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Jack-mas Christmas Drabbles" - Jack Daniels x AFAB/ F!Reader (A03) "Fallout" - Jack Daniels x F!Reader

One-Shots

"Birthday Wishes" - Joel Miller x F!Reader "The Headache" - Joel Miller x GN!Reader (A03) "Foolish" - Joel Miller x F!Reader

One-Shots

"Getting In A Pickle" - Javier Peña x F!Reader "Take A Seat" - Javier Peña x F!Reader "Hot Nights in Colombia" - Javier Peña x F!Reader (A03) "My, Oh My" - Javier Peña x F!Reader

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Monday Morning" - Javier Peña x F!Reader (A03) - collaboration with @joels-darlin 💕

One-Shots

"Drive Me Wild" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Return To Me" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Longing" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03) "Sundress" - Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03)

One-Shots

"Birthday Boy" - Javi G x F!Reader (A03) "Behave Yourself" - Javi G x AFAB!Reader (No pronouns used)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Heist" - Javi G x F!Reader - COMING SOON

One-Shots

"Three's A Crowd" - Jack Daniels x Joel Miller x F!Reader "Breaking the Barrier" - Jack Daniels x Joel Miller x F!Reader "Watch & Learn" - Dave York x Javi Gutierrez x AFAB!Reader

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Just A Date" - Multiple Pedro Character fic x GN!Reader "Mutually Beneficial" - Javier Peña x Frankie Morales x F!Reader (A03)

Much loved characters, but so far only 1-2 fics to their name 💜

One-Shots

"Understanding" - Marcus Pike x F!Reader (A03) "Now You See Me" - Marcus Pike x F!Reader (A03) "Clean Up" - Max Phillips x F!Reader (A03) "Hypercharged In Hyperspace" - Din Djarin x F!Reader (A03) "Trust" - Din Djarin x F!Reader "On The Nature of Daylight" - Din Djarin x F!Reader "Rookie Mistake" - Tim Rockford x F!Reader

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"A Brand New Start" - Agent Ortega x F!Reader (A03)

One-Shots

"Salvation" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x Clara Oswald (A03) "Run" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x F!Reader (A03) "Rose Petals Blossom" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x Rose Tyler (A03) "Precious Moments With You" - 11th Doctor (Doctor Who) x F!Reader (A03)

Multi-Chapter/ Series'

"Paint The Town Red" - Ginger Ale (Kingsman) x F!Reader

[sp00kymulderr]

💭 i’d love a drabble with ''you don't have to pretend with me.'' for either dave or joel <3

Dave York x afab!reader

18+, unhappy marriage, infidelity, feelings, lil bit of oral

750ish words

eee thank you for this, Jana! I decided to challenge myself and write your man for the first time ever.

A life spent pretending, what kind of life is that?

Over and over again you have lied and forced a smile and faked your happiness so as not to bruise the ego of someone else. It’s not a way to live, you know that, but the fear takes hold and it seems impossible to change.

Your husband isn’t a bad man. He isn’t a monster or any kind of villain. He’s just a man, and you need more. Maybe you had loved him once, maybe he’d made you happy in the past. It all feels so very long ago, you’ve been faking for years. Pretending becomes your natural state of being. More normal than reality, more honest than truth.

Until you meet Dave.

Veracious, stable, authentic. Strong in ways you didn’t know someone could be. He seems to you so out of place in your world made up of falsehoods, even when you know so little of him. He felt unfamiliar to you and yet in so many ways like the truest thing you could ever know, you were the unworthy moth to Dave’s righteous flame from the outset.

Your hands shake now as he lays you down on your bed. Finally, finally a night alone and he has come to keep you company. You should feel guilt you think, as he undresses you and buries himself between your legs. Instead you feel things you haven’t felt in a lifetime, as your fingers bunch in the fabric of the new bedsheets you and your husband had picked out last weekend.

This feeling scares you. It doesn’t feel real. Dave’s warm breath on your cunt, the groan of pleasure as he laps you up and calls you sweet thing. The hot clench in your core is unfamiliar and you barely remember what to do with it - when was the last time someone pulled you apart with their mouth, their tongue? It feels like never with the way he does this now.

The building pleasure doesn’t feel right and you don’t feel like yourself for a moment because this isn’t how it goes. Your skin feels too tight, suddenly, and Dave is so lost in you he is unaware of the turmoil behind your eyes. What if it’s wrong, the way it happens? You cannot break past the anxiety of being bad at feeling this.

So you do what you know, what you have done for so many years now it feels like actuality. You bury the real feeling and you lie - you make your body arch, your breath shorten, you make your moans louder and feel sick at yourself for the comfort you find in the pretend once more.

You let out a low breath and Dave pulls himself away, looking up at you from between your legs. His brown eyes are dark with concern, or is it anger, disappointment? You can’t tell. Real feelings are beyond you.

“What was that?” He asks, accusing tone making you squirm and push yourself up the bed a little away from him.

“I- I…finished” You lie. Your body is too hot and damn it, the discontent in his gaze makes tears spring in your eyes.

You think for a second he is going to scold you. You’re caught in a lie, and it feels like the end. But instead he scoots up the bed to sit next to you, and gently caresses your cheek.

“You can tell me, you know” He smiles kindly and your heart flutters. This thing you are caught in, it’s impossible to ignore the descending reality of it when he views you like that. He is calm and good and won’t hurt you, despite the fears that have always kept you at bay.

“You can tell me if I did something wrong, something you didn’t like. You shouldn’t…” 

A beat, a breath. You blink back tears and he turns your head by the chin to meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry” you murmur. He grips your chin just a little bit tighter when your eyes dart away from his for a moment.

“You shouldn’t have to pretend”

“I don’t…I…” You shake your head and struggle to explain. There’s something in him that makes you think he knows what you mean to say. Dave leans forward, his lips meeting yours. It’s gentle and reassuring, not possessive or demanding like you always expect.

“You don’t have to pretend with me” He’s kissing you again, finding a part of you that you had forgotten existed.

“Please don’t pretend with me”

[nerdieforpedro]

One Failed Search - Security Log Drabbles

Part of the Secret Springs Creative Shenanigans

Frankie Morales x Chloé Thomas (plus size AFAB OFC)

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: Lieutenant Chloé Thomas is trying to investigate Frankie Morales - the Harvey Air pilot that she can barely find information on. It does not go well, or perhaps it did?

Warnings: Jokes and puns, fluff, food reference, very bad nicknames, an angry and flexible York, implied smut? (That came early), double M’s, our pilot being a menace, lots of ass and sass, a sprinkle of Spanish, anxiety, crime listings

Word Count: over 2.3k (Drabble? I mean, it’s what I told myself originally.)

Notes: I decided to make it a personal log because that made me giggle the most, I apologize in advance @secretelephanttattoo but you do have two M’s so we’ll call it even. Possible guest mentions (they didn’t ask and neither did I but I thought of them and then stuck cute things in the graphic so here we are) of @goodwithcheese @maggiemayhemnj and @tinytinymenace

You’ll find yourselves. 😎 ❤️❤️❤️

Thanks to @megamindsecretlair and @soft-persephone for listening to me babble about it. @angelofsmalldeath-codeine & @fhatbhabiee for the Spanish. I may use what I asked later.

Main Masterlist/ Frankie Morales Masterlist

My name Chloé Thomas - head of Top Flight Security for the Secret Springs resort. I would write this out but the thought of annoying York with the sound of my voice delights me greatly. I’m starting my little bit of fun now. That's funny because my code name used to be siren because…wait.

Anyway, I’ve just finished messaging York again about final preparations for security of the Secret Springs resort. He is still refusing the red short-shorts, I told him that the guys work out to stay fit, why can’t they show it off a little? We might even want to think about a calendar at some point, this was a joke, but Dave got mad. I told him he could put a pair to sport around for his Lady Gouda Cheese and he promptly messaged me back in all caps, “DO NOT MENTION HER AT ALL. I WILL NOT HAVE YOU GIVING HER IDEAS!!!” He used all sorts of angry emojis but I know that he’d do it for her. He also said not to call her that nickname but it’s a fancy cheese. I think. She also has a thing about ties and leather jackets. I never gave her ideas. He blames me, but she tells me what she has him do. I didn’t know York was that flexible. Good for him I say, also it explains why he doesn’t want anyone touching his neck.

Everyone has their kinks. Mine seems to be voices and hands. A strange combination. I also found another one - broad men.

Correction - this is about one such man. The pilot of this charter plane for Harvey Air. I swear it was only because I couldn’t find any information on him other than his name, his date of birth, nationality and current address. It sounds like plenty but I’m usually able to see past work history, convictions or court cases, financials and such. He has none. It’s all blacked out. Dave said he vetted him but it’s still strange. The mayor’s Pooka Shells (her main squeeze Marcus Pike) and Silver Rim (her second squeeze Marcus Moreno - they’re still workshopping his code name. She said she would let me know the final one. Gotta tell the difference between those Marcus’s) both vouch for this man.

It makes me more curious, which is why I spoke very kindly to the flight attendant and she let me slide by into the cockpit. I think she was too busy trying to flirt with a man who had been wearing a flannel shirt but took it off and now he’s in a white t-shirt. We haven’t taken off yet and the pilot isn’t here so I poke around, maybe there’s a clue.

I’m caught red handed, bent over laying on my stomach over the seat because I’m too damn short, trying to reach a small duffle bag next to the pilot’s chair. “Can I help you Miss? And careful standing up, you might give me more of a show than you already are.”

I freeze, embarrassed that I’m not only caught but might have my ass out. Mayor El said, ‘Wear a dress, you’ll look pretty in pink.’ I mean, yes I do and I love how I look in fuchsia but I don’t want to show the man my cheeky undies, no matter how much I like that they’re peach and match my bralette. I lean back and put a hand carefully on the control panel? I forgot to ask him what it’s actually called. I don’t stand up yet because I feel a little too much air on the back of my thighs and it feels like he could already see my drawers or will be soon.

“I’m going to reach under your arms and lift you up. That alright Miss?” The pilot asks and I agree. I’m horrified, how he’s going to be touching me and feeling my arms. He might not even be able to and then we’re both going to be on the floor in this cramped space and might delay the flight. God I’m going to hear about this from the Mayor, York and everyone. His tone thus far has been one of concern, I’m not sure why, I was trying to go through his stuff. To be honest, I kinda just want to lie here and not face him, I’ve never had a good poker face and I’ll likely have my mouth open from his resonant voice. My body is a different type of tense now.

Surprisingly, I’m up on my feet while I’m still working out how I’m going to get off the floor when we both fall. We did not. His hands are sitting underneath my arms for a few moments before he retracts them. I turn to face him and it’s horrible. Just the worst possible outcome.

One of his large hands is on his chin. He’s wearing a hat that says, ‘Standard Heating Oil’ and it’s covering onyx curls that frame his face and circle the back of his neck. Stroking the scruff on his cheeks, he asked me a question and I could only respond, “Run that by me again please.” His eyes are the color of my favorite flavor - chocolate. Damn it all to hell. His scant file did not have a photo, he is a beautiful man who has a slight scowl on his face.

He sighs and repeats, “I said I’m the pilot and is there a reason you’re in my seat trying to get my bag?” Very good question. Important question. At this point, I should have gave it a moment and then responded but I did not. Because, well I am me.

“I didn’t know pilots came that broad or strong. What do they feed you? Sure it isn’t some deluxe hearting oil?” There have been many moments in life where I have wanted to hide under a blanket or lock myself in a room. This is a whole new level and I need to be in a padded room. The only blessing is that instead of kicking me out of the cockpit, he laughs. I’m not embarrassed, I’m way past that. Who needs shame when his entire face has brightened? Good thing my emotions tend to change quickly.

The booming sound of his laugh coupled with him throwing his head back and holding his chest, enables me to have a small grin. I’ve made him laugh, I might be able to distract him a bit more. Slowly, I move toward the door and at his side. Frankie steps past me and picks up his bag. It has his wallet, a guide book to the Secret Springs, cell phone and a water bottle. “Am I cleared Lieutenant?” His question makes my eyebrows raise, he has a shit-eating grin. “I know you’re in charge of security. Both Marcus’s told me.” Pooka Shells and Chrome Rim or Silver Dollar - whatever the Mayor actually calls him, I’ll shake the both of them when I get there.

“I see. So they told you my title, did they tell you my name Francisco?” I cross my arms and lean my weight back on my right leg. A stance I use when I’m trying to seem pissed, really I’m hiding my shock. Apparently, I truly am easy to read and he puts the bag down and his hands up. Messing me, I might be a bit pissed now.

“Surprisingly, they did not. Said you’d get mad if they mentioned it. They weren’t supposed to know your name is but it was…teased out of the Mayor. Not sure which one did it.” My hands are over my face. Dammit Mayor….bad enough they know and they can get information out of you. It should be fine, maybe. That’s something I’ll need to follow up on.

“Just, not everyone needs to know. We’re going to have plain clothes guards to ensure safety at the resort. I’ll go back to my seat now. Sorry for trying to look through your things. I don’t like unknowns. Your file was scant and even though the double M’s, York and the Mayor said things were fine-“

“You trust but verify. Understandable. More people should. Well lieutenant,” Morales crosses his arms and takes a step toward me. “You’re welcome to sit in here with me. I can fly this bird without your help, but you seem interesting company teniente (Lieutenant).” His sizable palm pats the backrest of the co-pilot’s seat and snort. Why did I snort?! I avoid that even when I laugh really hard. Dangerous, but I sat down anyway. I was invited after all.

The flight over is smooth as butter, with the exception of a spot of turbulence and landing the plane, I didn’t notice the time go by accept it was too short. And that Frankie mutters while on the ascent and descent and it nearly has me arching my back in my seat. Thankfully I did have a silver of composure and fiddled with my headphones. All the guests are off the plane so I exit with Frankie and the flight attendant who is despondent that Surly Flannel (I didn’t call him this to his face. His resting face is a disapproving glare) has not agreed to see her after disembarking. Instead, he meets a woman who’s holding a boom box and they laugh about a flower. I didn’t get to hear what kind.

The Mayor competes her speech with one Marcus on each side, everyone is excited and there don’t seem to be any reports of thief, violence or the like so far. People are just having fun. It’s nice and peaceful. Where do I go now? I’m in this pretty dress with no where to go for the afternoon.

I mill around the security HQ and decide to explore in the evening when it’s cooled off a bit.

But of course the pilot finds me. “You still on duty lieutenant?” He’d been wearing a simple red shirt and cargo pants with fifty pockets on them earlier. Now he was on a white tank almost silk looking shirt with pink shorts that hit just above his knee. If they were a little higher, I’d be able to see a bit more thigh…

“Always on duty. Are you enjoying yourself so far Francisco?” I ask mainly to distract myself and focus on his face instead of looking down at his shorts. I was transparent about it so I’m sure he noticed. I need to be away from him, I’m just going to keep raking over his body with my eyes and it’s not right. But also…it’s not fair that he looks and smells amazing.

“Yup. Scrounging up people for the bar and the games.” The bar part fits, picturing him pouring drinks and shaking that silver mix cup thing with his arms flexing, biceps curling that devilish grin on his face. I meant to exhale but didn’t open my mouth and just hummed. I can normally present like a sane person, he makes my brain short circuit.

This is the first time I’ve seen Frankie react besides laughing. Humming is pretty weird and I’ve only met him today. “Why games at the bar? The drunk people should be enough to handle.” It sounds like a horrible combination and ripe for problems. I don’t need to go to this bar or any bar with him.

He shifts his weight and tilts his head. Then holds his hand out, “Come see teniente (lieutenant). Judge for yourself.” I shouldn’t have taken this hand, more like I couldn’t help it. I’m weak against that grin of his. Morales has charmed many a person with curling lips like that.

Now Frankie is pouring the drinks and I’m on the outskirts of a twister game that is all giggles and ass. There’s a darts game going on in the corner, a lady keeps trying to start karaoke but three of the other local shop owners keep unplugging her microphone. There one man with a scar on over his eye, shirtless and has a woman and her dog who has an adorable rainbow collar on and curls almost as fluffy as Frankie’s sitting in his lap as he drinks out of a chalice.

Where did he get a chalice? Should there be darts over there? Who brought a karaoke machine in here? Why do the twister people have no pants? Like all have nice asses but everything is overwhelming and the two blueberry mint juleps I’ve had are not helping.

Squeezing through a row of cheeks I’m not sure how I ended up in the middle of, I am back at the bar and Frankie has his hand resting in the palm of his hand. “Teniente (Lieutenant), you ever relax? You seem on edge. Have some fun and maybe another drink.” I ordered a mojito this time, change it up a bit. The bar stool I had to hop up on so my feet are hanging. Seeing the bartending pilot at eye level has me clear my throat and swallowing my own spit. My mouth is watering. I need to grip something and there’s only the bar counter. My hands flat against the surface keeps me from floating away.

“Like I said, I’m still on duty. Water please after this drink.” He pours me some on ice to have after my mojito. I remember drinking it. There was some sort of music and he was holding my hand or was holding his. Then my hand was on his chest. I think we were dancing and he switched out with someone so he could come from behind the bar.

I awoke in a room that wasn’t mine and was able to make it back in time for the morning security briefing with the double M’s, York and the Mayor. It did not help that I was wearing the same dress from yesterday. There were lingering looks, but no one asked.

Thankfully, York has agreed to wipe the video if I never mention red shorts again. It’s a great loss, but I concede. Hanging over a concrete barrier is never a good look, thankfully Frankie helped me down, but what was I trying to do? Was it that bad that I blocked it out?

Ending day one log:

Violence - None

Public intoxication - Three (sadly I was one of them)

Public Nudity - Five (not as many as I expected)

Destruction of Property - One (I don’t remember that either)

Injuries: Minor = six, Major = none

Chloé’s well-being: took majors blows but might recover TBD

Security Log Two

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From The Window

Paring: Dave York x AFAB!Reader

WC: 620

Warnings: 18+ Blog: alluding to stalking, allusions to sex but no actual act or description of it, reference to reader wanting children of their own

A/N: Just a random thought I had the other day. Not beta'd, I wrote this durning nap time today so all mistakes are my own!!

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A window. 

A permanent fixture, fitted with care and precision, strategically built into the sturdy walls of a home. 

Your home. 

It’s become a favorite viewing spot throughout your day. Catching the sun as it rises in the early morning hours, then a few moments with the moon as your day comes to a close and night begins to pour through the spotless pane of glass. 

Day. 

Night. 

As the hours bleed into the next, you’re continuously drawn to this window, for more than just viewing the beauty of the world outside of your home— it’s where you find yourself captivated by him. 

David York. 

Or the less formal, Dave— as he insisted you call him. Just call me Dave. 

Through the years you’ve found yourself root in front of this window, watching as his life carries on with ease. 

Happiness written on his face while he chases his two daughters through his yard. Their screams and laughter roaring and bright as his arms wrap around their tiny frames, peppering them with affection before they’re running off again. 

You imagine a child of your own at times. A deep yearning for something created out of pure love, seeking the same joy that you see radiate from him. 

You witness the sadness when his wife- ex-wife -picks them up, sending them off weekly is where his vulnerability comes to life. Watching her car drive away, he stands at the end of his driveway waving goodbye, ready for the week to end so he can welcome them home again. 

Sometimes you catch him engrossed in heated calls, white knuckling his phone as he paces the sidewalk. Never yelling, but a sting to his words as he meditates through obligations with his work. A demanding force in the form of a breathtaking man.

Most mornings you catch him as he leaves for a run. Nestled against the window frame, eyes focused on his outstretched body as you sip from your coffee. His breath hitting the crisp air as he jogs back through the neighborhood, endurance and strength an obvious desire of his. 

At times you crave him in the most intimate parts of you. A deep appetite for pleasure creeping into your body, buzzing with a need for immediate pleasure— the act of relief reserved for a later time. 

You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t thrilling when he catches you. Caught in the act. His eyes are drawn to yours like a moth seeking an auroral flame. Candid and gentle. It evokes a warmth within, blanketed in a tinge of something profound and all-encompassing. 

He waves. An assemblage of butterflies erupts, giddy with excitement— he sees you. 

Gifting him a smile and a genial wave of hello, then righting the sheer curtains into their proper place, slinking back into your normal routine of living. 

You think of him often even long after you’ve left the window. Invading your every thought as you push through the day, the anticipation of him is a palpable tension. 

Your day winds down in an unpretentious manner, well fed and relaxed as the house closes down for the night. Your mind and body seeking a place to settle for the evening, tired feet carrying to your bed, stripping your clothes then slipping between the sheets. 

A strong arm pulls you in close, warmth enveloping your listless body. A string of words and phrases float between you— I love you. The girls are asleep. I love you more. 

Lips consumed by devotion and sentiment, making up for the lost time since they last met. 

“Goodnight, Sweetheart.” His voice is the gentlest melody. 

“Goodnight, Dave.” You say, a farewell to your husband just before sleep invades your senses.