#dave your x

[sweetenerobert]

“mommy, where’s santa?”

3.1k / modern!dave york x dad!male reader

summary: molly questions where santa is and carol can’t seem to give a clear answer as she wonders where her husband ran off to

warnings: strong language, cheating (established secret relationship), dirty talk, unprotected p in a, dave can’t keep his hands away from you, choking, spanking, sex in a closet, slight bondage, pet names (baby, angel) marking kink, creampie, no use of m/n or y/n, let me know if I missed anything! (not proofread)

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a/n: i could’ve wrote something with joel, but i chose dave because im a ✨indecisive mess✨ also, MERRY CHRISTMAS

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Kids were running around, laughing, eating, and talking about what they wanted for Christmas with their friends while drinking hot chocolate. Christmas music was playing throughout the speakers of the venue where the event was set.

The smell of peppermint and cinnamon flew through the air, bringing the mood for Christmas to an all-time high.

But there was one big problem. Santa was nowhere to be found. Kids were asking their parents left and right, and parents were getting annoyed at Carol, knowing that Dave was supposed to dress up as Santa. The sudden situation made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

Goosebumps riddled her body as she saw Molly walk up to ask her an all-too-familiar question everyone else was asking her. “Mommy, where’s Santa?”

Carol gets down to her daughter's level. “Santa’s just running a little late.”

Molly's eyes trail down to her hands as she plays with her fingertips; the little girl starts balancing her toes through her Mary Jane Doc Martens. "But, you said Santa's never late; that's how he makes it to so many houses on time," Molly spoke, hiding the sadness in her voice.

Carol huffs a smile, noticing how smart her daughter and strokes her daughter's face, pushing a stranded piece of hair behind her ear in her best attempts to calm her daughter. "There's always a first time for everything, but baby, I promise Santa will be here for you — for everyone, and he'll get whatever you ask him."

"He will?" Molly smiled, glancing back at her mom.

Carol smiled and nodded her head. "Yes, he will."" Molly quickly wrapped her arms around her mom's neck while Carol wrapped her arms around Molly's small frame. As Carol backed up from the embrace, she saw a smile from her daughter that could light up an entire room. “Now, did you get a candy cane for Alice?”

“No, not yet,” Molly smiled.

“Well,” Carol smiled. “Let’s get your sister one, and we’ll wait for Santa together. Sound fun?”

Molly didn't answer. She just nodded and giggled at her mother. As Carol stood up, Molly started to run off to the table that lay candy canes, her smile beaming ear to ear. Carol hits Dave’s contact, trying to find where her husband is. “C’mon, Dave. Pick up the phone,” She grumbles, bringing the phone to her ear.

Your back clashes against a rickety shelf, making objects fall next to the two passionate, — hungry people’s lips melting together. Dave’s leathered-covered hands were melted on your waist, while yours were in his hair, passing your nails through his locks like sand. Hearing a phone vibrate in the distance, choosing to ignore it.

Dave had discarded the itchy fake beard on the closet floor to get better access to your lips, and the red jacket’s buttons hadn't been closed — practically ripped open by you.

Dave’s lips began attacking your jaw, his lips biting the skin on your neck. You hiss a moan as Dave sucks your neck like a vampire. His hands travel down to palm your ass, a tight grip makes you yelp softly, a sly chuckle escaping Dave's lips.

“Fuck, I can tell Santa is getting antsy.”

“You don't know how bad I’ve been waiting to do this, to mark your skin, to taste you,” Dave growls into your skin, sending goosebumps all over your neck.

Dave’s mouth was hot on your neck, his lips sucking and biting against your soft skin, making you grip his short hair in retaliation. Your pants bounce all over the small area in the closet.

Taking your hands off Dave’s cranium, you slip them underneath his red jacket. You were pushing your hands up in an attempt to get the coat off. Dave, in one motion — mouth still latched onto your neck, takes the jacket and throws it on the ground, revealing the grey tank top underneath.

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of you, you taste like fuckin’ heaven.”

Your nails latch onto Dave’s shoulder as he forcefully places his lips onto yours. Dave brings his hands up from your ass to your neck, lightly choking you. As the kissing was passionate, Dave’s grip under your neck was intoxicating; you wanted more of him.

“Fuck Dave, I want you so fucking bad,” You breathed.

“So fucking needy, I don't want to put you on the naughty list, right?”

“I’m already at the fucking top, written in red,” You state, trailing your hand from Dave’s shoulder to his cock. Dave hisses his teeth at your sudden action.

“Naughty boy, I should teach you a lesson on how to be good,” Dave retorted.

“What do you have in mind?” You smirked.

Dave takes his mouth off yours and brings himself close to your ear. “Turn the hell around and wait for me.” Dave lets go of the grip around your throat; you take a deep breath, trying to get oxygen back in your body.

You turn around, placing your hands on a shelf near your head. You heard shuffling come from behind, but you didn’t turn around, you just waited — almost eagerly for what Dave was going to do.

Licking your teeth, you were met by Dave’s body colliding against yours, feeling his length against your ass. “You feel what you’re doing to me, baby. I can't get enough of you.”

Dave takes your hands off the shelf you were grasping and places them behind you. Dave had taken the belt of the Santa jacket and wrapped the leather belt around your hands, the large strap keeping your hands tied behind your back.

Dave slips his hands onto your pants, unbuttons your jeans, and slips your underwear and jeans down to your ankles. You feel Dave press himself through the soft material feeling his covered length against your ass.

“I swear, you have the best ass,” Dave starts, smacking his hand against your ass. You hiss in pleasure. “In the whole fuckin’ world.” You hear a grunt escape Dave’s lips, suggesting that he’s in a rush to take off the pants he was forced to wear.

You could feel his cock press up against your ass, but you felt it back up from you. You hear Dave spit, and you don't think anything from it until you feel the tip of Dave’s cock slowly slide in. You suck in a deep breath.

"Damn it, I can never get enough of you," Dave growled.

You could feel Dave's cock stretch you out, slowly, painfully enjoying every inch inside you. Dave’s hips had a mind of their own as his thrust started slow, but his thighs clapped against your ass.

Dave's slow thrusts became more and more intense, but you loved every second of it. With each clap, your moans kept escaping your lips, and Dave’s cock slipped out of you as you moved forward.

“Are you trying to run, baby?”

“Too intense, sorry, Davie,” You breathed.

A hard smack against your ass makes you yelp in pain as you feel a harsh tug on your wrist. Your arms being attached to you — your back collided with Dave’s firm chest.

“You’re going to take every inch of my dick, I’m going to mark my handprint on that sweet ass of yours, and I need you to never call me Davie again, understand,” Dave commanded.

You nod. Immediately, Dave lets go of the tight grip on the belt and places his palm on your back. He was leaning you back down on the shelf, having the perfect arch for your ass to poke out.

Dave adjusts himself — sliding his cock inside you, but he doesn't go slow. His thrusts were fast, and you didn't care if anyone heard the claps or moans that escaped your lips.

Dave had gripped his hands on the belt tightly, making the leather rub against your skin, and he was enjoying the sounds escaping your lips. Dave was enjoying that his cock was making you moan, whimper and beg for him.

"Baby, those sounds, make my cock twitch like crazy," Dave growled.

“I love your cock so much, Dave. God. It's so fucking amazing.”

“That's it, beg for me, angel,” Dave grunted, smacking your ass.”

With Dave’s firm hand, making contact with your bare ass, you moan as a reflex. Another smack came across your ass, another, and another, and another. You became a moaning bullhorn — bearing your teeth, you lay your forehead on the shelf as you feel each thrust rock the shelf.

"Baby, I'm so fuckin" close.”

Dave’s thrusts had become more animalistic, hot, and intense. It was reminiscent of the other times you were like this. The stress disappeared the second you saw each other, just two dads helping each other. You loved this; this moment was something you always yearned for whenever you needed a stress reliever.

You hear growls escape Dave’s lips; you guess he was bearing his teeth as he was ready to shoot his cum deep inside you. "Fuck, baby. I'm gonna cum. I’m going to get you pregnant,” Dave exclaimed, bearing his teeth. As Dave's hips keep going back and forth into you, looking into your eyes, his cum shoots inside you; Dave steadies himself inches away from your neck.

But Dave’s hips don't stop; they keep going — pushing his cum deeper inside you, some slowly leaking out. You don't question it, but enjoy the moment. “Baby. I can feel your hole wrap around me so tight, I can tell you’re about to cum.”

“We’re not going to stop until you cum for me.”

Dave lets go of his hold on the belt and then melts his hands on your waist.

For some reason, you could feel your cum start to build up from your shaft and almost to the tip of your cock. This feeling has never happened to you before, and this was a different experience than anything you could imagine when you were having sex with Dave.

“Dave, I’m gonna cum; this feels so different; it's so fuckin’ good.”

“That’s right, cum for me, baby.”

You shut your eyes, bearing your teeth, exclaiming as you feel strings of cum escape the slit of your cock, bringing your head back, leaning your head on Dave’s shoulder in exhaustion.

You could feel Dave slip his cock out of you, your hole dripping with his cum. Slowly and softly, you felt the belt start to let go of your wrist.

The second the belt had let go of your skin, your arms retracted back to your sides, and you felt light kisses on your neck from Dave. “How was that, angel?”

You turn your neck and plant your lips onto Dave’s. “Amazing as always,” You smile.

You hear your ringtone go off in your pocket, earning a groan from Dave. “Ugh, and the real world has to come knocking.”

You ignore him as you bend to reach your phone in the crumbled pocket, earning a hiss from you, the pain in your ass settling in now. The hissing stopped as you stood up and held your phone. And saw that Carol was calling.

You snicker, seeing her contact on your phone. “How much do you want to bet that she’s calling me regarding where her husband is? Cause me and you are such close friends.”

Dave wraps his arm around your shoulder; beads of sweat glisten on his arm as it connects with your shoulder. His chin is resting on your other shoulder.

“Nothing, because I know that's why she’s calling you.”

You chuckle as you answer Carol’s call, Dave’s lips latching onto your neck as you bring your phone up to your free ear.

“Hey, Carol,” You did your best to sound enthusiastic.

“Hey, is Dave with you? I’ve been trying to call him, but he isn't answering his phone.”

“Yeah, I’m actually with him. He’s struggling with the costume, but I promise he’s almost ready,” You state, trying to get Dave’s lips off your neck as his teeth latched onto your neck.

You hear Carol’s breath of relief as you smirk. “Thank God, I was getting worried. Everyone was asking me where Santa is and I didn't know what to say—”

“Carol,” You chuckle. “Calm down, He’s almost done. We’ll be in, in a few minutes.” You feel Dave’s hand slide up under your shirt, playing with your nipple.

“Thanks, I’ll see you later. Once again, thank you for helping Dave with this; he hated the idea, but whatever you said really made him step up.”

It wasn't what you said, more of what you did to convince him. Your sore throat after that “conversation” was worth it.

“I’m glad he has a friend like you.”

“Anytime, Carol. Calm yourself down and wait for Dave and me,” You smiled.

“Okay, I will. Bye.”

“Bye,” You state as you hang the phone up, placing your phone on the shelf where you rested your head moments prior. “What happened?” Dave questioned.

“Everyone getting antsy on where the hell is Santa,” You retorted.

“He was too busy —kiss— fucking his little helper —kiss— in the closet.”

“We need to get going; we could only be in here for so long.”

Dave groans next to your ear, causing you to chuckle. “Can’t we just leave? Y’know, and fuck somemore, somewhere?”

“As tempting as that sounds — and I’m fighting restraint to say yes, we need to go out there. Come on, we can have some fun later,” You state as you pick up your pants.

Currently, you were looking for your belt that Dave threw off the second you both entered the closet. “Fuck, where’s my belt?” You grumble.

Dave fixes the wide leather belt on his red jacket. His pants were on; he had buttoned up the red coat and was ready to go. Dave needed the hat you ripped off his head and the beard he took off. But Dave couldn't help himself from staring at your ass as you were looking for your belt.

He was leaning on a nearby wall, watching you with crossed arms. “Y’know, the kids can wait, a couple more minutes. They’ll be fine.”

“Dave…” You started.

“Just imagine me, you, your face on the ground, my handprint, marking that sweet ass, hearing those amazing moans you love to make for me so much.”

“As much as I would love to do that. I need your help finding my belt before Carol kills us.”

Hearing Dave huff a breath in annoyance like a teenager, you can't help but smile and roll your eyes. “You’re no fun, and your belt is right by the door.”

Snapping your neck toward the door, you see your brown belt lying on the ground as if it were waiting to be found by you.

“W-what,” You sputter. “How long were you going to make me look?”

Dave shrugged his crossed arms. “I was just enjoying the view.”

Grabbing the belt, you stand up and push the belt through the loops of your jeans; buckling the belt together, you were ready to leave the small closet while Dave was gawking at you.

“You ready?” You question.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Dave starts to walk out, but you open your mouth to stop him. “Dave?”

“Yeah?” He questions.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” You ask, crossing your arms.

“Oh yeah, you’re right.” Dave States, walking towards you, grabbing your biceps, and planting his lips on your forehead, backing up from you with a smirk.

You start to chuckle, and Dave looks at you with confusion as you’re laughing at him. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re either a softie or a dumbass.”

“What?”

“I meant for you to grab your beard and hat,” You smile.

“Oh.”

You and Dave finally make your way out of the small storage closet, acting like nothing had happened moments ago, acting like you just walked in the doors.

“You ready?” You ask.

“Are you going to see me later tonight?”

“Is that an invitation?”

“Yes,” Dave smirks, but you can't see it underneath his fake white beard.

“Then yes, I will see you tonight.”

Dave nods and takes a breath as leathered-covered hands are on the doors. In one push, he bellows a “Ho, Ho, Ho from his lips, which sends the kids screaming in excitement as they watch their favorite person walk into the room, waving and making them smile from ear to ear.

While you slipped inside the venue looking for a cup of water. Your throat had seemed dry after screaming Dave’s name so many times. Seeing the drinks table having water bottles, you take one, tearing the cap off as you watch the kids be joyful as they watch Santa/Dave wave at them.

Carol had come up next to you with a smile on her face; you returned a smile at her. “Thank you so much for helping him; these parents were ready to pounce on me if Dave didn't come sooner.”

You couldn't relate to wanting Dave to “come sooner.”

“Anytime, trust me, Dave can be real stubborn.”

“I’m aware. Try being married to him,” Carol jokes; you can’t help but laugh.

“Are you coming over for dinner tomorrow night?”

You shrug. “I don't know, I would have to ask—”

“I already asked; she said yes, and the girls are so excited to play with the kids again. I swear our families have some fun history.”

“You don't know the half of it,” You smile, taking a swig of your water.

“C’mon, It’ll be fun!” Carol smiled. As you thought about it, your wife and Carol could be distracted while the kids play together, giving you and Dave the free will to do what you both do when they’re not home.

“Fine, you’re right, it’ll be fun.”

Carol was overzealous, clapping her hands and lightly hopping. “Okay, you don't need to bring anything, just yourselves; maybe a bottle will be fine, but no gifts.”

“No gifts,” You repeated. “Understood.”

“Now I got to make sure these kids end up in a straight line so they can tell Santa what they want for Christmas, Excuse me,” Carol excused herself.

Your gaze had landed back on Dave, sitting on the red and gold-like throne only reserved for Santa. You could tell he was staring at you and Carol, conversing with each other. You lick your lips, wink at Santa, and mouth the words. “Dinner at your house.”

You didn't know what dinner had planned, but overall, you knew that it would end with you and Dave alone together.

[pomegranateplumes]

Hello Red Dwarf fandom, I bring good tidings to your abode (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

give me a dollar if youre gay

[fbfh]

As with all nsfw works, all characters are aged up to 18+ Dave Lizewski is the kind of person who needs to grind against something while he goes down on you. he absolutely has to. he's so chronically horny all the time, now you're letting him eat you out??? god if he doesn't grind against something or jack himself off with one hand he'll get so turned on from being so close to your cunt, actually getting to touch your pussy like this that it hurts. you make him so horny it literally hurts. his cock is so hard it aches and his balls feel like they're going to burst and it's all for you. because of you. he whines a lot, panting into your cunt, addicted to the way you taste. you're so tight you even squeeze around his tongue. he can feel the way your walls give way as he flicks his tongue in and out, making out with your pussy. it's something he's only ever dreamed about, something he never knew if he was going to experience, but now your hands are pulling his hair and your thighs squeeze on either side of his face and it feels so good. you feel so good he could die. he would literally live between your legs if he could. he might not be able to literally, but by god he'll try. he wants to taste you as often as he can, and he begs so pretty for you. it's almost impossible to say no to how sincere and desperate he is for you, to turn down his little whimpers and puppy dog eyes with pretty tears prickling at the corners. when he's on his knees in front of you, hugging your thighs and kissing your stomach and begging you so sweetly to let him taste you it's impossible to say no to him like that. idk if there's a name for it but there's a 100% chance that he'll be so eager for you, so eager to please you that when you say yes you don't even have time to sit down. he goes just lowers himself a little more and throws one of your legs over his shoulder and eats you out while you're standing up I think that's called eiffel towering but I could be wrong?? Dave really really just cannot get enough of you. he looks at you with those sweet sparkly eyes and wistful lusting looks and he knows he's yours. he's only ever going to be yours.

[deepseastranger]

[baronessvonglitter]

Baby Daddy

best friend's husband!Dave York x married and fertile! f!Reader

Word count: 1.5K

Summary: you and your husband have been trying for a baby, with no success. Then his good friend Dave offers assistance.

(AKA you're on some hormones that make you super horny and Dave pretty much takes advantage of that)

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, slight D/S tones, forced pregnancy (though reader is already trying for a baby), infidelity (Dave and reader), slight sex pollen, reader is late 30s/early 40s but feel free to use your imagination, unprotected piv sex, pregnancy kink, creampie, use of hormones to get pregnant, some talk of infertility

Author's Note: I wrote this for those of us of a certain age who are not often represented in fanfics but as stated above please do use your imagination, there's no gatekeeping here ❤️ Naturally I wrote this while I was ovulating and suuupppeerr feral. I don't want to have any more kids but if Dave was insistent upon it I might just let him 🫢

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You and your husband's Saturday nights are usually spent with Carol and Dave, your friend from high school and your husband's friend from work, respectively. Mostly you have dinner at your house or theirs, followed with wine and a movie after. Tonight's not any different, except Carol looks at you funny when you politely refuse a glass of pinot grigio.

"Might as well tell them, honey," you husband Jim is all smiles as he addresses the table. "We're trying for a baby," he announces proudly.

You smile but it's masking your discomposure. "Honey I thought we were going to wait until I'm actually pregnant to tell everyone," you say under your breath.

Carol's face is illuminated with joy as she reaches over the dinner table to grab your hand. "That is such wonderful news! Isn't that such good news, babe?" she asks Dave.

Dave eyes both you and your husband, and there’s a mysterious little smile that curves across his lips. “That is great news.”

Jim continues, “She’s on trial pharmaceutical hormones right now, so hopefully it’ll work for us and we’ll be parents soon,” he says excitedly. You manage to be more reserved about it, though your heart rate does speed up when you notice Dave’s eyes on you longer than usual.

After dinner you offer to help tidy up while Jim and Carol start the movie. Really it’s just an excuse to be by yourself for a moment, but then Dave joins you, pouring himself a glass of scotch.

“Are you excited about trying for a baby?” he asks so casually.

In the years you’ve known him, he’s never spoken to you about personal things very often. “Yeah, I am,” you smile at him from the sink.

“How long have you and Jim been.. trying?”

It’s possible this is a normal question coming from a curious friend, but there’s always been something about Dave that gives off the impression that he’s anything but.

“Almost a year,” you answer.

“That’s a long time. Do you try pretty frequently?”

You make a sound of surprise, turning to fully face him. “That’s inappropriate.”

He puts his hands up. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He approaches you slowly. “I just meant it must be frustrating, putting in all that hard, fun work only to have your hopes dashed when you see blood the very next month.”

You’re rooted to the spot, knowing you should turn to leave and join the others, but it’s also intriguing, the way he speaks to you. “The new hormones are going to be a tremendous help,” you manage to say.

“Hmm. I bet you’re feeling all kinds of new things with these hormones.. even earlier at dinner I could tell.. you’ve got this unmistakable scent coming off you.. you’re probably ripe for someone to put a baby in you right now.” He towers over you, eyes roving your body in its feminine floral dress before his hands follow suit, gently tracing the outline of your curves. “You’d look so hot pregnant.. your hips getting wider, breasts getting bigger.. and it all starts with this.,” his hand sneaks under your skirt, skims along your inner thigh and finds your heat, evident through your cotton panties. “If your husband isn’t doing the job, why don’t I step in?”

“Dave,” you whisper, “Carol’s my best friend. I can’t..” but it feels too good and damn it he’s right: the hormones have given your libido a big boost. You take his hand and guide his fingers into your slick center. You both gasp quietly as he starts to stroke you with two fingers, then three when he sees you can take it. His lips trace delicately over your neck, just above your pulse point. Jesus, if his fingers fill you up this good, just imagine what he can do with that cock. “Fuck me,” you whisper.

“Are you sure?” His eyes are dark but there’s a kind of mirth there.

“Shut up Dave, just take me home.”

After making your excuse to Carol and Jim that you’re feeling unwell, Dave “offers” to walk you home, which is how you end up across the street, upstairs in the room you share with your husband. He’s relentless as he kisses you with soft mouth and playful tongue. You fumble together towards the bed, working in tandem to get each other's clothes off as quickly as possible. There's urgency in everything you do, even your breathing is heavy and erratic. Your dress goes over your head; you pull off his shirt and unbuckle his belt. Layers are pulled away until skin meets skin and at last he pulls your panties off, smirking to find them absolutely soaked. You lean over the bed, looking over your shoulder at him.

"Is this how Jim usually likes it?" Dave asks, running his hand admiringly over the curve of your ass.

You blush at the sudden random evaluation of your married sex life. "Well.. yes.."

Dave shakes his head, a little smile forming on his lips as he turns you around and lays you across the bed. "I want to see the look on your face when you cum." With that, he slides into you, relishing your expression as he fills you completely. Your legs wrap around his hips and your arms wrap around his neck, all while your bodies move in perfect harmony. "He doesn't fuck you very often, does he?" Dave whispers in your ear, sending tingles down your spine. "I can tell, the way your pussy is gripping me so tight, like you haven't been fucked in weeks.."

You start a smart comeback but it's impossible to think when he's moving against you like he's fucked you hundreds of times before. Jesus, no wonder Carol's always happy. Her husband's well-endowed and knows how to use it.

The sounds of your combined moans becomes rhythmic, Dave's body strong and powerful yet gentle with you. The bedsprings creak beneath your weight, skin smacks on skin, hands grab everywhere they can, lips meet heated flesh, words of lust become sighs and half-uttered phrases. When you come you clench around him, fingernails digging into his skin as a great wave of pleasure and relief flows through you and you cry out. Dave's eyes are on you, barely registering the slight pain of your nails in his back, feeling how you milk him with your greedy little pussy, and his body tenses against yours, his movements become faster and faster as he fucks you during your orgasm. You barely have time to come down before he starts you up again. You moan "Yes!" over and over, hips meeting every one of his frenzied thrusts. Dave looks smug and self-righteous watching you come for the second time. It's not until you feel him swell and pulse inside you that you panic. "Dave, don't!..." but it's too late. You feel several warm bursts when he presses deep against you. To your shock your body reacts eagerly, milking his cock for every drop he has to give. All this happens with your gaze locked on one another's, and as you pale with the realization of what you've just done, Dave only smirks and pushes forward one more time.

You gasp. "Dave, you weren't supposed to-"

"Quiet now. Lay still and keep your hips elevated. Wouldn't want all my hard work to go to waste." He disengages from you, taking a moment to watch his seed spilling out of you and he gently presses it back in. "Not a drop," he says, and gets up to get dressed.

Still in shock, you do as he says, body still reeling from the aftermath of the intense fucking he's just given you. "Don't.. don't tell Jim about this. Or Carol." A massive wave of guilt washes over you knowing you've been unfaithful to your husband and to your oldest, best friend.

"I won't say a word," Dave promises. "I have no doubt Carol would hate you forever and Jim.. well, Jim would be heartbroken. He's not exactly a fighter," he smirks. "And I'll tell you something else." He sits next to you on the bed, admiring the messy state of your hair, your flushed skin. "Jim's a good guy and a good friend. He deserves better than a wife who betrays him like this."

Anger replaces your trepidation and you push him away. "You're an asshole. Get out!"

He looks amused by all this, rather than shamed or defeated as a normal person would. "I'll be seeing you around, sweetheart. We're friends with each other's spouses. It's inevitable." He leans towards you and brushes his thumb against your cheek. "If this time doesn't take - which I doubt it won't - I'm happy to help out again."

Twelve weeks later Jim makes the happy announcement that you're expecting, after having tried for so long you've finally received a miracle. You manage to look contented and cheerful as your friends and family gather to celebrate the amazing news. Carol dotes over you, making sure you don't strain yourself for the baby's sake. You meet eyes with Dave, who's across the room watching you, a brazen little smirk on his face. He lifts his brow as if to ask the question you know he wants to ask, and all you can do is give a little nod.

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[nonbinarybladee]

movie night

[dahliaslove]

⭑ DAVE MUSTAINE WITH A BIMBO / GIRLY GF

⭑ authors note: here are some random headcanons because i love channeling my inner karen smith (mean girls) and elle woods to write these

⭑ warnings: lots of kisses, dave is a smug asshole, small descriptions of sex (like two paragraphs), i got carried away with these hc’s because i’m delusional

⭑ pairing: dave mustaine x fem!bimbo!reader

- if we’re talking late 90s / 2000s dave?? this man will treat you like a princess, he will endlessly spoil you in kisses and gifts, i just know it. he’d be so gentle on you too, like he’s the type of guy that will never not have a hand around wrapped around your waist ( this is very effective when it come to him stoping you from tripping on air )

- constantly sitting in his lap and just playing with his hair as you talk about whatever happened to you that day or about a particular new line of makeup, he would not understand a single word you’re saying but is very supportive and nods along as you try to explain

- same goes for you whenever he talks about things you don’t understand, he’ll try to go in depth with his explanations untill you understand <33

- he’s possessive as hell, especially because you’re a little unobservant when it comes to the world around you, and he just wants to make sure nobody’s treating you wrong, it works too because dave is low key a little intimidating so i feel if he sent someone a glare they would back off pretty quickly

- thats not me saying that you can’t defend yourself though! dave has absolutely seen you tear into any pervy or downright disrespectful men and he loves that you’re not afraid to stand up for yourself or sacrifice a heel to throw at someone

- but he is a softie for you that will back you up and cuss anyone out if they try to mess with you :)

- speaking of him being possessive though . . . this man will absolutely cover you in hickeys, he doesn’t care if you complain about you having to use a lot of foundation to cover it. On days where you don’t have the time or patience to cover it he’ll walk next to you all smug and happy all day

- dave lowkey has a right being so smug though because i know he’d treat you so well in bed, like he’d give it to you any way you want it just cause you’re his girl ‘n he loves you so much

- if you want it rough? dave will have you bent in half beneath him with your legs thrown over his shoulders and your mascara running down your face as he thrusts his hip up into you at a bruising pace

- you want it soft? he’ll slowly rock his hips into you from behind as you watch a movie cuddled up on the couch. and he’ll shush you whenever your whines start to get too loud and tell you to focus on the movie.

- either way when you’re done he’s wiping away any of your tears and planting a sloppy kiss on you that smudges up your lip gloss even more.

- if you gave him bracelets to match with you he would wear it forever, like imagine seeing dave walk around in his black heavy metal tees while wearing a bunch of bright pink bracelets with hearts and glitter all over them that you made for him.

- and if the bracelets break or fall off, he’s coming to you with pouty lips and begging you to make another one like ‘baby, please make me another one? i didn’t mean to break it, i swear!’

- i swear sometimes you be thinking he’s the princess in the relationship because at least 80% of the time there’s some residual lipstick marks on his neck or his lips would constantly be at least a little pink from your lipstick rubbing off on him when you guys kiss

- oh my god . . . sitting with him while he practices on his guitar too, you’ll sit there all patiently while making more bracelets or reading some fashion magazine and when you’re not doing that you’re only ever watching the way his hands glide and pluck at the strings on his guitar ( he gets smug and teases you about this because he’s an ass and he loves the way your voice gets all whiny in pitch as you try to defend yourself against his teasing )

- and he’d never not have some sort of pink hairband or clip stored in his pocket for you but it’s fine because he knows you always carry things for him in your little pink purse like guitar picks or an extra water for if he gets thirsty :}

- in conclusion, someone get this man a silly little bimbo girlfriend who will always lay kisses on him !!! (i volunteer)

[sugarcoated-lame]

WIP Wednesday

thank you sm for the tag! @pearlessance 💗💗

so… i don’t really have a ton written for any of these 🥲 so instead of a snippet, i’m just gonna list the fics i’m currently working on!

• pre-outbreak/no-outbreak joel x baker!reader

• no-outbreak joel x reader series based on the book/movie ‘safe haven’

• jackson joel x pregnant widowed!reader (will probably be a miniseries with 2 or 3 parts)

• pre-outbreak tommy miller x sarah’s teacher!reader (one shot) based on this little blurb

• older bf!frankie morales x inexperienced/virgin!reader (might be a miniseries)

• on the road (the title is probably gonna change lol) - post-outbreak tommy miller x virgin!reader

​i also have an idea written down for a grumpy x sunshine dave york x barista!reader fic, but idk if i’m actually gonna end up writing it lol 🫣

no pressure tags: @sebsxphia @hangmanssunnies @joelsdagger @joelsgreys @sunlightmurdock @mrsmando @guiltyasdave @floydsglasses @floydsmuse @rhettabbotts @honeyedmiller @desert-fern @startrekfangirl2233 @itsokbbygrl @tonysopranosrobe @joelslegalwhre @joelsgreenflannel @inthe-dark-tonight (ik i’m a bit late to this, so sorry if you’ve already been tagged) ❤️

[dave-me0wstaine]

Dave rearranging your guts.........

anon... your brain is so powerful. also you didn't specify so i've decided that this will be about bad boy! dave. sorry i dont make the rules i just enforce them

anyways! dave would be the king of rearranging your guts. truly the definition of having a big cock and knowing how to use it. he'd put you in the best positions to make sure his cock is so deep you feel it in your tummy. like he'd be so good at grinding and rolling his hips omg. all you could do was squeal and writhe on his cock.

like imagine, he's got you laid out on your back, a pillow underneath your hips and your legs resting on his broad shoulders, he's sitting back on his haunches and just. plowing into you. and he's got a thumb rubbing at your clit in time with his thrusts, cooing at how you're squirming around, almost trying to run away from his cock.

"what's wrong baby? you feel that? you feel my cock deep in your tummy? is it too much for you?"

and if you nod yes, he grinds into you, giving you a (very) small reprieve as he caresses your face, telling you "you can take it, baby. know you can, yeah? be good and take it for me."

and after sex you'd be so sore. borderline tummy ache from how good he fucked you <33

[xoxostiles]

Guys I need a fanfic crossover Tmr x Bellamy blake.

NOW PLEASE SOMEONE NOWWWWW!!!

Def making this on Cai….

[fnafkinsafespace]

Can I request a Davesport (Dave Miller x Jack Kennedy from Dayshift at Freddy's), Las Vegas and casino stimboard please?

DaveSport | Dave Miller x Jack Kennedy (DSaF) Stimboard with casinos and related stims for anon

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[this--is-serious-business]

Hello New 18+ Nightcrawler and Storm Fans! I have some delightful history to share with you.

Did you know Dave Cockrum, the creator of both characters, once drew Nightcrawler’s full naked ass while he eats Storm’s box under a tree. I’ll let you look that up on your own.

[inkwell-illustrations]

Don't fucking lie to me they loved each other

[your-fav-is-divorced]

John egburt and Dave strider homestuck

I HATE HOMESTUCK. /pos

John and Dave from Homestuck are Divorced!

[seatea4-nc]

Draw your favourite : Homestuck edition

:D

[lobotomy-jpeg]

We shall have epilogue after epilogue.

[id: Digital sketch of Mary and Natasha from Great Comet. They're on a blanket in the grass, reading a book together. Marya has her hair down in a braid and is wearing a pale pink dress. Natasha is wearing a cream dress. They are serene and happy. /end id]