#marcus pike x you x dave york

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Intimidation Tactics Oneshot: The Bet

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Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!Reader x Dave York

Rating: E (smut, 18+ only)

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: multiple orgasms, like a LOT of that, oral sex (f receiving, fingering (f receiving), blow jobs (m receiving), lots of teasing, dumb machismo, references to MMF, banter

Summary: Unbeknownst to you, Marcus and Dave have a bet going...

A/N: idk whose fault this is but it happened in the Dave York discord and I blame @pedropascalsx, my love, my life, my worst enabler. I love this ridiculous community SO FUCKING MUCH. Thanks as always to @leslie-lyman, who I am functionally incapable of writing a fic without.

“What’s this?” Dave frowns down at the pamphlet Marcus hands him in the kitchen.

“For the honeymoon,” Marcus explains, as if that answers everything.

“Sandals, Saint Lucia,” Dave reads. “Fucking Sandals? Really, tiger?”

“It’s all-inclusive,” Marcus says, sounding defensive.

“I’m not going to Sandals,” Dave scoffs. “That’s such a cliche. Besides, I’m sure the three of us will cause quite the scandal with all the little newlyweds, fresh from their big church weddings on their first trip out of the country.”

“Read the damn brochure,” Marcus insists, elbowing Dave in the ribs. “It has private villas. We can enjoy the beach undisturbed.”

“Jesus,” Dave remarks, seeing the price tag on the ‘All-Inclusive Luxury Private Bungalow’ option. “This is obscene.”

“It’s inclusive,” Marcus says again, pouting. “C’mon, think about it–a week in paradise, chef-prepared meals, in our own private villa.” He winds his arms around Dave’s hips playfully. “Our girl, wearing the skimpiest bikini I can find.”

“For that price, she better be fucking naked,” Dave growls. 

“Oh shut up,” Marcus groans. “Think about it,” he croons, pointing at the luxurious daybed on the brochure, “laying her down on the sheets, watching her fucking writhing on the bed while I make her cum over, and over, and over again with my tongue, with your cock buried in my ass.”

Dave snorts. “You’re really trying to sell this, tiger.”

“Yeah? It’s been fucking ages since I’ve been on a real vacation.”

“You really think you could make her cum that many times while I fuck you? The only thing you can do when I’m inside you is whine my name,” Dave says smugly, tossing the pamphlet on the counter.

“I’ve made her cum like, six times in one night,” Marcus protests. “I don’t think you have any room to question–”

“Ha!” Dave barks out a laugh. “When was that?”

“You think you’re so good, huh?” Marcus growls, grabbing Dave’s belt loops and pulling him so that their hips are flush. “God’s gift to women, is that right?”

“God’s gift to anyone, apparently,” Dave smirks.

Marcus dissolves into quiet laughter, finally giving in to Dave’s ridiculous boasting. “Oh, sure–” he presses a gentle kiss to Dave’s lips. “You’re just–” kiss “–the absolute most, is that right?”

“I certainly leave you two satisfied,” Dave rumbles. 

“Maybe,” Marcus teases. “But I’ve still made her cum more times.”

“Maybe you have,” Dave admits, “but whatever you think your record is, I could beat it easily.”

Marcus laughs loudly. “Oh, okay. Fine. How about this–whoever doesn’t make her cum more times in one night buys one week in the ‘All-Inclusive Luxury Private Bungalow.’”

“Fine,” Dave hums. “Enjoy that little charge on your credit card.”

Marcus crows triumphantly, grabbing the pamphlet from the counter. “Yes! We’re going to fucking St. Lucia!”

Dave’s smug smile falls, realizing he’s been played. 

“Dammit,” he mumbles. 

– – – 

You gasp in surprise as Dave walks in the door holding a bouquet of roses. Marcus is the flowers guy, not Dave. Dave shows his affection through quiet acts of service. Marcus's affection is much more… loud. 

"Dave," you squeal, "what's the occasion?"

"Do I need an occasion to dote on my girl?" Dave asks, kissing you on the cheek.

That raises suspicion.

"What are you up to?" you ask, squinting at Dave.

"Nothing," Dave intones. You miss the way Marcus rolls his eyes.

Dave continues his unusual seduction of you all evening–little touches serving to work you up, doting on you, praising you, teasing you, until finally he has you in his lap, your legs spread wide and his hand inside your underwear, both of you still fully clothed while you writhe for him. Marcus watches the two of you intently but doesn’t join in, staring at the way Dave’s hand moves underneath your clothes.

“Show him,” Dave whispers in your ear. “Show him how good I can make you feel just like this.”

His fingers press down harder on your clit, grinding back and forth, and you gasp as you break for him, arching against Dave as he hums in satisfaction.

“Count it, pumpkin.” 

“O-One,” you stammer.

“How many do you think I can give her?” Dave asks Marcus teasingly. 

“Sounds like we’re going to find out,” Marcus says with a smirk. “But what are you going to do for me, hmm?”

“Oh, don’t worry tiger, she’ll be sucking your cock for at least two of them,” Dave remarks lightly, and you moan loudly. “Aww, you like that? You like cumming with a cock down your throat, don’t you?”

“You know I do,” you reply, laughing breathlessly.

“What do you like about it?” Dave asks softly, nipping your earlobe. 

“I-I can’t really breathe,” you answer, “and it makes it… better.”

“She’s so nasty, isn’t she,” Dave murmurs to Marcus. 

“She’s perfect,” Marcus replies with an affectionate smile. 

“Well, pumpkin, since you like it so much, why don’t you get on your knees."

You obey, kneeling down and looking up at Marcus through your eyelashes. 

"You look so pretty like that," Marcus whispers. "On your knees for me." His hands come to his belt buckle, undoing it and slowly sliding the zipper down. 

Dave kneels behind you, caging you between his thighs. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, pumpkin," he whispers into your ear, making you shiver. "Feed it to her," he says to Marcus. 

Marcus grips your chin in one hand and fists his cock in the other, sliding it slowly into your mouth. "Gonna take it all like a good girl?" he asks softly. 

You nod around him. 

"Of course she will," Dave rumbles. "Now come on, pumpkin, you're giving me two more before he cums down your throat, aren't you?"

Dave's fingers find your clit again, rubbing small circles into your clit as you choke on Marcus’s cock. 

"She's soaked," Dave teases. "She gets so wet with a cock down her throat. He's always so gentle, isn't he? He won't fuck your face until you cry like I do."

"Fuck," Marcus groans above you. "Shut up."

"Then fuck her," Dave grits out. "I want to feel how wet she gets when you use her like that."

"Can you take that, baby?" Marcus murmurs, softly stroking your cheek while you gag on him. 

When you nod, Marcus strokes the hair back from your forehead. "Good girl," he whispers. "Now be good and cum for him, okay?"

Marcus’s grip around your neck hardens, and he starts to thrust in and out of your mouth. Almost immediately, tears spring to the corners of your eyes and your pussy throbs. 

"Oh, that's it," Dave murmurs. "She's clenching all over my fingers. C'mon, pumpkin, cum for us. Show us how much you love being used."

You sob as Dave brings you over the edge again. Marcus doesn't let up, fucking your face over and over again as the waves of pleasure wash over you. Dave doesn't give you a moment to recover either, rubbing your clit faster and faster until you're arriving at a second peak, barely a few minutes after the first. Your body convulses, but Dave holds you steady from behind, and Marcus’s fingers dig into your neck to keep you impaled on his cock. 

“Cum for her, tiger, she’s worked so hard for it,” Dave croons into your ear. 

It only takes a few more thrusts, and then Marcus is spilling down your throat with a soft groan, and you hear Dave hum in appreciation behind you. Marcus pulls away and you swallow, breathing heavily, drunk on two orgasms and dizzy from the lack of oxygen. 

“Count,” Dave reminds you. 

“Three,” you whisper hoarsely. 

The next two are from Dave’s tongue, lapping at you while Marcus holds you still in his lap. You’re dazed; you have no idea what has gotten into Dave tonight, but you can’t say you mind it. The word ‘five’ has barely passed through your lips, and Dave is pulling you off Marcus’s lap and pushing you onto your belly on the couch before mounting up behind you. This position makes you crazy and he knows it; the way his entire weight presses down on you, taking what he wants while his cock stabs at that perfect place inside of you never fails to make you cum in record time. 

“Again,” Dave growls in your ear. “Give me another one, give me number six. You know it’ll feel so good, cumming around my cock.”

“Jesus, Dave I don’t think I can…” you grunt.

“Yes you can, baby, you’re so close already,” Dave husks. “I can feel how tight you are. Just let go for me,” he urges, his hips snapping down into you. He works his hand underneath you and rubs back and forth on your clit and you keen into the couch cushions. Everything pulls up tight again and you wail as you fall off the edge. 

“Count it,” Dave commands, his own voice rough with pleasure as he takes what he needs from you.

“Six!” you sob. “Six, six, six, fuck–”

Dave’s cock is punching down into you, hitting something deep and devastating, and all you can do is grip the couch cushions and take what he gives you. You’re overly sensitive and each punishing thrust he gives you makes you cry out into the room. Just as you feel Dave’s hips start to stutter, you’re taken off-guard by another crest, and you squeak as you bear down on his cock just as he lets go. 

“Shit,” Dave hisses. “Fuck, baby.”

“Seven,” you murmur, slurring the word tiredly as you slump on the couch.

“That’s my girl,” Dave says with a smirk, smacking your ass playfully as he pulls out of you and sits up. 

Marcus is on you in an instant, one hand gently wiping you clean with a few tissues while the other rubs up and down your back. “Shh, sweetheart,” he whispers to you. “Are you okay?”

“She’s fine,” Dave scoffs. “She’s just cockdumb and drooling on our couch.” 

“Hush,” Marcus scolds him. “Don’t I always take care of you both?” 

You roll over and blink up at the two of them with a dazed smile. Dave is slouched back on the couch, still completely naked, watching Marcus tend to you with an affectionate look. 

“Dave,” you pout, making little ‘grabby hands’ but not otherwise moving.

"Oh, stop," Dave chuckles. "Come here, silly thing."

It's Marcus who picks you up from the couch and deposits you in Dave's lap, where you immediately curl into him with a little sigh. Marcus tucks in beside Dave, his hand still smoothing up and down your spine as he nuzzles the other man's neck playfully. 

Finally, you speak. 

"What the fuck got into you tonight?" you murmur, and Dave chuckles, patting you on the butt affectionately. 

"Just like seeing you like this,” he rumbles. 

You don’t see the smug smile that Dave shoots Marcus over the top of your head.

– – – – 

A week passes, and then another week, and the evening where Dave made you cum seven fucking times get buried in a chaotic sea of ballet lessons, softball games, and many more passionate nights, the three of you wrapped up in each other every night. 

You’ve never had sex this good, and you’re insatiable for the two of them, wanting Marcus’s sensual touches and Dave’s ruthless strokes every time the three of you have a moment to yourselves. You love everything about it: the way the two of them seem to trade off controlling your pleasure, and the way they effortlessly trade dominance back and forth between the two of them. One night, Dave could have Marcus at his mercy, pounding into him while you stroke his hair and murmur sweet praises into his ear, and the next, Marcus could reduce Dave to nothing but whimpers underneath him. The only thing sweeter than their ferocious love for each other is the all-encompassing love the two of them have for you. 

You’ve never felt more spoiled, and not just because the two of them seem to treat giving you pleasure as a sport, at times, but simply because having two people care about you is just overwhelming, after so much time on your own. They both care so deeply, even if they do it in different ways. Not only having Marcus and Dave around, but combined with having Molly and Alice every other week, you sometimes feel completely overcome with love. It’s chaotic in the best of ways, each day challenging and exhilarating in new and different ways. 

And then, one night, after taking the girls out to a very rowdy dinner and dropping them off at Carol’s, Marcus pulls you onto his lap on the couch, facing outward with your legs spread, and murmurs, “Let’s give Dave a little show, hmm?”

You giggle and nod, looking over at Dave, who’s watching the proceedings with obvious interest.  He raises one eyebrow expectantly. 

"Better make it a good one," he drawls.

"Oh, don't worry about it," Marcus shoots back, full of that ridiculous sense of bravado he sometimes gets when the two of them are locked in some silly power struggle.

“Marcus,” you whine, wanting his attention to be on you, the person in his lap. 

“Okay, okay,” he whispers. “Are we feeling needy tonight?”

You help him as he slowly removes your clothes; you glance at Dave as each new inch of skin is revealed. Dave’s eyes are dark as coals as he stares back; his face gives nothing away, but you can tell he’s hardly unaffected by the sight of you, completely naked, on Marcus’s fully clothed lap. 

Marcus’s fingers trail aimlessly down your chest, making you shiver, your nipples pebbling with goosebumps, before he arrives at his destination, gently dipping one finger into your cunt to gather your slick and then starting to rub gentle circles on your clit.

Marcus has an uncanny ability to move exactly how you need him to. While Dave’s fingers are brutal, working you until he pulls your pleasure from you and you have no choice but to follow, Marcus plays you with precision, coaxing your peaks out of you with a gentle ruthlessness.

He can work you up quickly, or he can use that weird sixth sense he has when it comes to your pleasure to edge you mercilessly until you’re begging. He doesn’t do the latter much–you know that Marcus likes to indulge, giving you and Dave everything he has to give–but on the occasion that he’s in the mood, he can reduce you to tears by pulling away at the last second over and over again. 

At first, you think that’s the show you’re giving Dave. After all, Dave takes an almost sadistic pleasure in withholding orgasms and controlling your pleasure. But when Marcus quickly works you up and then throws you over the edge without stopping–commanding you to “Count them” and mimicking Dave’s speech patterns so eerily well that you find it a little disconcerting–you know exactly what he’s going to do with you tonight.

Marcus works you up two more times just like that–with just his fingers, leaving you sprawling and naked on his lap while Dave stares. The third time, you can’t take it any more, you close your eyes and slump against Marcus’s chest.

“No, no–keep looking at him,” Marcus murmurs in your ear. “Keep your eyes on him, keep them open. Let him see you fall apart.”

You try. You really do. But the sensations Marcus is pulling from you are too overwhelming for you to focus on something like eye contact. You can’t concentrate on anything. Before you know it, your head is tipping back and your eyes are pinched shut as you take everything Marcus gives you.

They startle open when you feel fingers gripping your chin and forcing your head back down.

Dave has moved–no longer on the couch, he’s crouching in front of you, his eyes boring into yours. 

“Thank you,” Marcus murmurs. “She’s being a naughty thing tonight, not listening to me.”

You groan in frustration–you love to hate how the two of them gang up on you. 

“I don’t think she can cum again,” Dave murmurs, looking at you with an almost-clinical disinterest that you know is feigned. “Look at her. She’s too fucked out.”

“‘m not,” you argue. “Marcus–”

“I know,” Marcus croons in your ear. “I know you can cum again. It feels so good, doesn’t it? You want to fall apart in my lap again.”

“I need–” you whine. “I need–”

“How is he supposed to know what you need if you can’t use your words, Pumpkin?” Dave teases. 

“Oh, stop,” Marcus tuts at Dave. “It’s okay, sweetheart, you can tell me. What do you need?”

“Can I have your cock?”

“How can I refuse, when you ask so nicely?” Marcus smiles and reaches between the two of you, unbuckling his belt and shucking his pants and underwear down just enough that you can sink down on him. “Don’t move yet,” he instructs. “Just keep it warm–you aren’t done yet.”

“Marcus,” you whine softly as he stretches you open. It’s always a stretch, and you love it. Marcus keeps up the soft, precise circles on your clit, and he’s hardly even buried to the hilt yet before you can feel the next crest approaching. 

“Marcus,” you warn him. “Marcus, it’s gonna–” It’s gonna be too much, it’ll be overwhelming, it’ll–

“Shh, it’s okay,” he whispers. “Let it happen.”

You cry out as you clench around Marcus’s cock for the first time. Your head tips back, but Dave grips your chin harder and forces you back down to his eye level. 

“Count,” Marcus reminds you, a smile coloring his tone.

“F-Four,” you whimper. 

“Good,” Marcus praises you. “More.”

“Marcus,” you protest quietly, but he’s already rubbing your clit again. With his cock spearing you, it’s easier to build you up–it takes a matter of minutes, and you’re doing it again, convulsing in his lap, trying to shy away from the sensations he’s pulling from you. 

“Shh, good job,” Marcus murmurs. “You’re doing so well.” He finally starts to move, fucking up into you with slow, undulating thrusts. “Hey–you forgot to count it again.”

“Ugh! Five,” you groan, and Marcus chuckles. 

Marcus fucks you gently at first, then growing in speed in intensity, never taking his hand off of your clit as he does. He doesn’t stop when you whimper “Six,” fucking you harder and faster until he reaches his own end with a deep groan. 

You’re about to slump against him in relief, when you feel him pulling you off of him and laying you down on the couch. 

“Mmm?” you question wordlessly, but your nonverbal inquiry is answered when you feel Marcus’s tongue lap at your pussy, and you squeak in surprise. 

“One more,” Marcus murmurs, muffled by your clit as he eats you out. “Again for me.”

It takes time, because fuck, you’re fucking tired, but somehow you do, cumming on Marcus’s tongue with a wordless cry.

“Tiger,” Dave cautions softly. “She’s had enough.”

“Mm,” Marcus comments, before slowly thrusting one finger inside you and crooking it upwards, his mouth not leaving your clit. He finds that spongy spot inside you with no hesitation and starts rubbing back and forth, eliciting so much pressure and feeling that you–

“Oh, fuck–” you gasp, and you gush around Marcus’s fingers.

“HA!” Marcus pulls back triumphantly. “Eight!” 

You squint your eyes in your delirium. “Wha–?”

“You fucking cheated, you went after me, so of course you could just beat–”

“Oh, you’re just sore because–”

“Next time it should be a blind test. Your ability to see me go before you gave you a bias that–”

“‘Next time?’ I fucking won!”

“What the fuck!” you cry out, interrupting Dave and Marcus’s bickering. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Do you want to go to Saint Lucia?” Marcus asks nonsensically. 

Your eyes flick to Dave. “What the fuck is he talking about?”

"Pumpkin," Dave starts, but you interrupt. 

"Don't 'pumpkin' me," you snap. "Are you two betting on me?"

Dave's lips part, his mouth forming an 'O' as he apparently debates how to answer. 

"So–" Marcus says, looking chastened, "...yes?"

"What the fuck!" you shout again. "I am not a pawn in your stupid macho games!"

Dave presses his lips together for a few moments. "Did we mention Saint Lucia?"

You blink at him in disbelief. 

"It's all-inclusive," Marcus pipes up helpfully. 

"With a private luxury bungalow," Dave adds. 

"Mmhmm," you mutter, frowning at the two of them. "And are there couches in this luxury bungalow?"

Marcus pulls a brochure from underneath a stack of books on the coffee table and squints at it. "I think so?"

"Good," you say, picking yourself up off the couch and grabbing your underwear with a flourish and walking, hips swaying, to the bathroom. "Because you're both sleeping on one."

– – – –

Two months later…

"This is incredible," you say with a sigh, tipping your head back to feel the sun on your face.

"Mm," Marcus agrees beside you. He kicks his foot, causing ripples in the pristine, clear water. 

"Does that mean you forgive us?" Dave rumbles with a little smirk, not looking up from his book.

The three of you are crammed into an oversize lounge chair that was almost certainly meant for two. You're lying between Marcus’s spread legs, both of you with one foot intermingling in the water of your own private beach. Marcus is resting on Dave's shoulder, alternating between reading over his shoulder and dozing in the gentle sunshine. Dave is the only one fully seated on the lounge chair, book propped up on one knee and his free hand resting on Marcus’s leg but close enough to touch yours as well.

Marcus was right–this place really is paradise. 

"Mm, I dunno," you comment lightly. "I think turnabout is fair play."

"How do you imagine that will go?" Dave asks. "We're not exactly built for multiple–"

"I was thinking the opposite, actually," you say sweetly. "I'll mercilessly tease both of you, and whoever comes first has to bankroll the trip."

"And how do you plan on enforcing that, pumpkin?" Dave murmurs, amused. "What's to stop me from rolling over and taking what I want?"

You boop him playfully on the nose–a gesture he pretends to hate but you know he doesn't–"I'll just tie you up," you inform him in a sing-song voice. "And I'm sure Marcus would agree to help if you're feeling particularly resistant to the idea."

"Mmhmm," Marcus agrees. "I'd pay money to see that." "You'll get your wish," Dave says, "because there's no way you're winning that bet." His hand curls possessively around your leg. "Where do you want to go next, Pumpkin?"

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Playdate - Chapter Ten

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pairing: Marcus Pike x f! Reader x Dave York

Word Count: 7.4k

Chapter Summary: Of all the ways you managed to dream up in your head about seeing Dave again, this was never how you would have imagined it actually playing out.

Chapter Warnings: 18+ MDNI. (SPOILERS IN THE TAGS!) Angst. Alcohol consumption. Brief violence and mentions of blood. Dave's feelings deserve their own warning 🫠. Dave's idiocy also deserves its own warning (we're working on him okay?). Dave gets a little pushy/forceful/needy with Reader but there's no actual threat or non-con, but figured I should mention it (you are held against a wall at one point but never physically hurt or threatened). Mentioned smut (including sex toys, anal play, light bondage, etc.).

HUGE thank you to @janaispunk for beta'ing and just being amazing in general 💜

Notes: This chapter starts off with Dave's POV and switches to Reader, I just figured we could use a little insight into Dave.

~ DAVE ~

Knelt down on one knee on the lawn of his ex-wife’s house, Dave could give a shit about the wet grass stain he could feel seeping into the denim of his jeans as he wrapped his arms a little tighter around both his girls, giving them one final goodbye hug. He pulls back slightly, frowning when he sees their wet faces staring back at him. He has to swallow the hard lump in his throat to hold back his own tears that want to fall so he can be strong for them so instead he plasters on the best smile he can manage and brings both hands up to ruffle the hair on both their heads.

“Don’t be sad Angels, I’ll see you again in two weeks okay?” he assures them and they both slowly nod their heads. He knew it would be hard dropping them off today after having them for the entire summer, not only for them but for him as well. It was going to be difficult to go from seeing them every day back to once every two weeks. Not to mention he was now saying goodbye to the only distraction in his life that was holding him together these past couple of months.

“I miss you already Daddy,” his youngest, Alice pouts before her chubby little arms wrap around his neck once more and squeeze. Dave lets out a little chuckle and hugs her back tightly before pressing a kiss into her hair.

“I miss you too, babies,” he sighs.

“Why don’t you girls go inside and wash up now,” his ex-wife Carol finally speaks up from up on the porch at the front door. “Dinner’s almost ready. Steve’s making your favorite,” she announces and both girls' faces light up like kids at Christmas as they finally pull away from their father.

“Sketti and meatballs!” Alice shouts excitedly.

“Bye Daddy,” his oldest, Molly, says one final time, pressing a kiss to his cheek before she takes her younger sister by the hand and leads her up the porch steps and they disappear into the house.

“Said the magic words huh?” Dave chuckles, standing up to his feet and dusting off his jeans.

“Sketti and meatballs” Carol shrugs, a fond smile on her lips. “You look good,” she says after a moment. “Better than the last time I saw you.”

“Yeah, well…” Dave trails off, not wanting to get into why he came to her all but desperate a couple of months ago to let him take their children for an extended summer vacation. “Thanks again, I had a really great time with them.”

“Of course,” she nods. “Did you want to stay for dinner? I’m sure Steve made enough to feed an army. God knows I love him but that man can’t measure pasta to save his life,” she jokes of her new husband and Dave lets out a small chuckle but shakes his head.

“I should probably get going, let you guys have your family dinner.”

“Ok well… the usual time then? Two Saturdays from now?” she asks and Dave nods.

“I’ll be here.”

“Okay. And Dave?” she says just as he turns to head back to the driveway.

“Yeah?” he answers, turning back to face her.

“Take care of yourself, okay?”

“Sure,” he smiles, unconvincing even to himself before he heads down the driveway and gets into his car.

He hadn’t been very candid with her about why he suddenly needed to “get away” and wanted to take his kids on an impromptu summer vacation, but she read him like a book anyway. “What’s her name?” is all she’d asked when he’d shown up on her doorstep a couple of months ago looking tired and distracted. “Doesn’t matter” he’d carelessly shrugged back, not meeting her gaze. Carol had pursed her lips and hummed her agreement but otherwise didn’t push. She knew better. Dave wasn’t exactly one for expressing his feelings, even when they’d been married.

The weeks that follow since bringing his kids back to their mother seem to pass by in a blur as he throws himself full force back into his work, even working on the weekends that he’s not with his kids, mostly as a distraction rather than a necessity. He doesn’t want to be reminded of what his Saturday nights used to be, before. And despite his ex-wife’s wishes he knows he’s not taking proper care of himself. He’s working too much, drinking too much (apart from the days when he has his children of course) and certainly not eating enough. He feels pathetic. Like some lovesick puppy and it’s definitely not a feeling he’s used to. Hell, he didn’t even feel like this when he got divorced or when his now ex-wife got remarried. He bought them a damn wedding present and danced with his daughters standing on his feet at the reception hall. Not that he was thrilled to be a divorced Dad or anything, but he couldn’t argue with Carol when she told him he wasn’t giving her enough of himself. He did feel like shit for months after the separation but after a while it faded and he was able to carve out a new life for himself and he was fine. Happy might have been a stretch, but he was existing just fine.

He of course hadn’t expected you and your husband to turn up barely a year later and turn his whole life upside for several months. It had started out as just fun. Blowing off steam, getting his dick wet, he was far from complaining about any of it. He loved how obedient you both were to him immediately, filling a void in him that he hadn’t engaged in nearly as much as he wanted to. Sure he’d had some rough fucks in his day but that was different than what he had with you. Having a partner - partners - that you built a trust with just brought everything to a new, heightened level and that, well, he hadn’t quite experienced before. But along with trust, of course other feelings start to emerge, feelings Dave had long since given up on expecting to have at this point in his life. And having these feelings for a fucking already married couple did not help his situation any. It was a mistake, he realizes in hindsight, spending your birthday with you both. An entire weekend wrapped up with you, spending the night together, waking up together, having meals together, it was… well, for Dave, it was everything. Everything he never even knew he was looking for and of fucking course he had to find it with two people who already had each other.

And now? Now what the fuck was he doing? Drowning his sorrows in the bottom of a bottle of overpriced bourbon at a bar, by himself, on a Friday night. Just like he’s found himself the past countless Friday nights, hoping he’d wake up the next morning and be able to forget about the two people who had apparently taken up permanent residence in the tight cavity of his chest, refusing to be let go.

He was fucking pathetic. And probably needed to get laid, too. That was one thing he could surely do something about easily enough. He’s been coming to this same bar every Friday night for a month now and one cute waitress in particular never seemed to stray very far from his table and he wasn’t that great of a tipper. He’d barely managed a second glance in her direction his past few visits but maybe tonight he should change that. The drinking wasn’t enough of a distraction anymore and this week was his off-week from seeing his kids so he didn’t have that to keep himself occupied either.

Mind made up he signals the waitress over to his table - whatever her name was. She’d told him probably a dozen times but fuck if he could remember it. It didn’t matter, after tonight he doesn’t plan on seeing her again and he’ll make sure she understands that before he actually leaves with her. For now, what’s the harm in a little fun? A decent pair of tits and a tight pussy is all he needs to get his head back on straight he thinks. And judging by the way the waitress basically comes bouncing over to him the moment he waves her over, it isn’t going to be much of a challenge. The only challenge for Dave will be when he closes his eyes as he sinks inside her, hoping, praying that it’s no longer the image of you that’s emblazoned on the backs of his eyelids.

~ YOU ~

It’s been nearly four months since your birthday. Since you last saw him.

In the time since that first weekend after Dave had disappeared from your lives, you and Marcus had found your rhythm again. Your lives are back to normal and, realistically, maybe even better than they’ve ever been. You were communicating so much more now and your physical relationship (which, you’d never had much of an issue with to begin with) was definitely thriving. Due to the increased communication, the two of you were always not only willing, but eager to talk more while in bed about anything you were particularly craving and put in the effort together for each other. It had really started the night Marcus had taken charge (a week after your birthday) and fully blossomed from there. There was one Sunday morning back a few months ago where the two of you laid in bed together with your laptop in front of you and were online shopping for fun new sex toys you both might enjoy. You filled your cart without judgment or shame and Marcus hastily typed in his credit card information when you were done browsing. The moment you heard the ‘swish’ of the order confirmation being sent, Marcus snapped the laptop closed, tossed it to the far corner of the bed and then all but pounced on you.

Early on when the two of you were still navigating your post-Dave waters Marcus had even asked you if you still wanted someone else in your lives. The role Dave was meant to (and had initially) played, you assume he meant (before it had gone and gotten complicated). You could tell by the way he asked you, his voice unsure and hesitant sounding, that it wasn’t something he wanted. And in all honesty, you didn’t want it anymore either and you were quick to assure him of that. Not only was Marcus indulging and fulfilling anything you desired, but whoever it was, they’d never be Dave anyway. It didn’t have to be said out loud that he was the only extra piece you’d both ever want in your marriage, you both knew it already.

Sunday mornings seemed to be when you’d find yourself thinking of and missing Dave the most, when you’d look around your bedroom in the aftermath of what your Saturday night had been. Saturday nights had become your routinely scheduled evenings where you and Marcus would get extra adventurous in bed, typically breaking in more of your new toys you’d purchased and just letting loose and taking out all your stresses of the week on one another.

One particular Sunday morning you remember lying next to Marcus who had just opened his beautiful sleepy eyes and you brushed his hair back from his forehead and then let out a little giggle followed by a sad sigh when your gaze caught site of the black fuzzy handcuffs that were still looped around one of the spokes in the headboard.

“He would’ve loved to see you like that,” you murmur, eyebrow raised playfully and you actually see Marcus’ ears turn pink and he bashfully hides his face in the pillow for a quick moment and laughs.

“You think so?”

“I know so baby. God you were so hot, at my mercy like that.”

Your blood begins to run hot just thinking about it again now. How he’d submitted to you. He’d laid down on his stomach, arms stretched above his head where you’d cuffed him to the bed and then you sat back on his thighs, massaging his ass with one hand while the other prepared the lube and the plug that the two of you had picked out together on your impromptu online shopping adventure a couple of weeks earlier in the other. It was the first time he’d ever let you do anything like that to him, though you’d discussed it a few times beforehand, and you were both pleasantly surprised how hot you found it.

You’d slowly fed him the plug, all the while gently rubbing his back with your free hand, soothing him and telling him how well he was doing for you. You still can’t erase from memory the way your breath hitched when he replied in a low, quivering voice, “yeah, I’m being a good boy?” God, the way the arousal instantly flooded you it was a miracle you were able to continue what you were doing and not abandon it all together to take care of yourself.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy,” you assured him, hand leaving his back to smoothing across the globes of his ass instead

Once you’d gotten it all the way inside and ensured he was comfortable you’d began to slowly maneuver it partially out and then back in, over and over again until it got to feeling so good for him that you’d gotten off his legs and let him get up on his knees when he’d begged you to let him fuck you.

You slid underneath his body, never uncuffing him, wriggling up the bed until you were face to face and left the plug seated deep in his ass as you helped guide his leaking tip to your entrance and he pushed inside. His hands were able to grip the spokes in the headboard so he had some leverage while still held captive in his position and he railed into you deep and hard, moaning like you’d never heard him before for the entire time, like he was on an entirely different plane of pleasure he hadn’t yet experienced.

Afterwards when you both lay spent and chests heaving with exhaustion you’d uncuffed him, gently removed the plug and gathered him in your arms, letting him cling to you with his head resting on your chest. You kissed and played with his hair, murmuring into the top of his head what a good boy he was for you and he just held you tighter until you’d both fallen asleep.

You loved your playful, risque and experimental Saturday nights, but you also loved the quieter, more intimate times as well. You loved waking up on a Sunday morning and lazily making love for hours, refusing to leave the comfort of your marital bed for most of the day. You loved weeknights sprawled out on the sofa relaxing after dinner and watching TV when you’d start necking like teenagers until he’d shove your pants down and slip inside of you, fucking you slow and deep until you both came and then he’d carry you up the stairs to bed. You loved nights when you were both too exhausted from your work days to do much of anything but still wanted to be close so you’d make out a little until he got hard and he would push inside your warm heat and then just wrap his arms around you and hold you until you’d both fall asleep with him inside you.

At the end of the day, well and truly, this had been what you both had wanted, originally. Dave was meant to come in, spice up your love life a little bit, teach you both a couple of things and then leave you to your lives with your newfound sexual knowledge. He’d done that, and yet, there was no denying that you still felt like a piece was just missing now.

A Dave York shaped piece.

You didn’t like to bring him up often to each other anymore. All it did was cause sadness for you both. You’d talked a lot early on and had eventually both admitted out loud your feelings you had for Dave but now there was no use bringing up his name anymore. He was gone and you had to accept it. It didn’t mean you couldn’t miss him, because oh, you missed him. All the time. But there was no use dwelling on something you had no control over, you had to move on. And you had, for the most part.

Or so you thought, until one Friday evening when your work colleagues managed to drag you out with them to a bar and there in the flesh, across the room of the dimly lit tavern, sat the one and only Dave fucking York.

You’d nearly spilled your drink on yourself when your head had turned and you saw him in your peripheral. He looked handsome as ever, wearing dark jeans and a white button up shirt with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, top couple of buttons undone showing a teasing amount of perfect sun-kissed skin. Wherever his “emergency sabbatical” took him, it was apparently somewhere spent mostly outdoors in the sun you presume. His face looked a little thinner as well, his features more sharp and refined and you have to wonder if he’s been hitting the gym a lot more recently.

The only thing, frankly, that didn’t look good on him right now was the tiny blonde currently seated in his lap holding up a tray of shots you assume were meant for another table before Dave had intervened when something pretty caught his eye. You could practically feel your blood boiling at the sight before you, those deft fingers that knew your body all too well pulling and teasing at the belt loops of the tiny denim shorts the waitress was wearing while she threw her head back in laughter at something he’d said, eating up whatever attention he was willing to give her and you can’t say you blamed the girl. When the sly, sexy grin crossed his lips and he buried his face in her hair to undoubtedly whisper something absolutely filthy next to her ear and you saw her bite her lip in response, it felt like a hard slap across the face and everything happening around you instantly turned to white noise as you focused all your attention on the man across the room who, far as you could tell, hadn’t noticed you yet.

Before you do anything you quickly dig into your purse hanging on your chair for your phone and send a text to Marcus letting him know that Dave is here. His reply of ‘holy shit’ comes back near instantly but before you have a chance to type anything further you hear a loud voice bellowing from behind you for service, waiting for their shots apparently, and the tiny blonde regretfully starts to peel herself off of Dave’s lap to attend to her duties. Unfortunately Dave’s eyeline drifts to where the voice comes from, which you happen to be right in the cross hairs of. You see the tiniest flicker of shock etch across his features before his carefully crafted mask slips perfectly back into place and he gives you a small shit-eating grin that you wish you had the courage to slap right off of him. Eyes not leaving yours he simply picks up his beer and pulls another sip from it before he reaches out, grabs the hand of the waitress about to walk away and tugs her back into his lap, wrapping a possessive arm around her. His gaze never leaves you, even as his head tilts down to press his lips to the girl's shoulder.

Asshole.

Tears well in your eyes before you can stop them. He’s being a prick on purpose and you simply hate him in this moment. Dave York was a lot of things, but you’d never known him to be mean. Until now.

Not able to look at him another second you hastily push back from the table, your chair screeching across the hardwood loud enough to stop the idle chit-chat amongst your table of coworkers as they all stop to stare at you, having no clue what’s going on.

“I’ll be right back, just… need some air,” you explain curtly, not offering anything further or waiting for anyone to offer to accompany you.

You vaguely hear one of them calling your name questioningly as you stand up from the table and storm off towards the exit, passing Dave who’s now downing the entire tray of shots like they’re water.

Good, drink yourself half to death, you fucking idiot.

When the cool evening air hits you the moment you step outside it's like a brief reprieve and you take a deep breath, tears freely spilling down your cheeks now that you hastily try wiping away with the back of your hand. There’s a small crowd standing outside the front doors smoking cigarettes and vape pens but the chatter amongst them halts to a dead silence when the door slams shut behind you in your haste to get outside. Not in the mood for any onlookers, you quickly head off in the opposite direction and take the left turn down the alley at the side of the building for some privacy until you can catch your breath and, god willing, get your body to stop trembling. You realize too that you’d left your purse and your phone inside and you can’t possibly go back in there right now, not like this.

“Fuck,” you sigh into the desolate alley, stopping to lean your back against the cool brick and hanging your head, burying your face in your hands. The emotions of it all, of seeing him again, hits you like a ton of bricks and you let out a loud sob, your legs practically buckling from underneath you causing you to slide down the wall and squat down, elbows resting on your knees and face still buried in your hands as the now quieter sobs continue to rack your body.

You’re feeling just about every emotion under the sun right now and they’re all pouring out of you at once. You’re angry, jealous, sad, irritated, but maybe worst of all you’re reminded of just how fucking badly you still miss him. How badly you weren’t over him. And you hate yourself for it.

“Gotta light?”

That voice… of course you recognize it the second you hear it, even with his words slightly slurred and your face practically buried between your knees, and of course he had to follow you out here. The moment your head raises to look at his smug smirk with the cigarette dangling between his perfect lips you scowl, quickly rising to your feet and taking the two short strides over to where he stands in the middle of the alley and you snatch white stick from his mouth and immediately snap it in two, tossing it carelessly to the ground between you.

“Hey!” Dave barks at you, his voice sharp and loud as it echoes off the walls of the tight alleyway.

As if he has any right to be the one pissed off right now.

“Oh you don’t even smoke,” you argue back immediately, not in any type of mood to be taking shit from this man.

“I’m a social smoker,” he shrugs and you doubt even that’s the truth, he just wanted a reason to follow after you.

“You’re an asshole,” you bite back, not missing a beat.

He scoffs. “Somebody’s in a mood. Maybe you need that cigarette more than I do.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

He’s on you before the last syllable even leaves your lips, both his large hands on your shoulders shoving you backwards until your back hits the wall and he’s crowding your space, leaving barely an inch of space between your two bodies that are now breathing heavily with adrenaline. You can smell the alcohol on him and you know he’s had a lot to drink. If you weren’t half buzzed already you could probably get there just by the smell wafting off of him.

“Think you’d rather I fuck you, hmm? That where all this attitude is coming from Baby?”

His hips force yours further into the unforgiving brick behind you as his hands leave your shoulders to grip your waist instead and you can feel the hard outline of his obvious desire pressing against you. You bite your lip to suppress the moan that’s begging to escape your throat but it slips through anyway; barely registering but he hears it. Of course he does. You can see the way the corner of his lip turns upward into a sly grin.

“There’s my girl.”

“I’m not your anything! You fucking left Dave. You left!” You raise your hands up to shove hard at his chest but he’s like an immovable wall.

“I know.”

His voice is suddenly soft, dare you say, remorseful sounding. You hate how your resolve and anger instantly starts to wane the moment he lets his guard down even the slightest bit.

“I know,” he repeats it again, softer, quieter, his forehead coming down to rest against yours where he slightly shakes his head back and forth. One hand lets go of the grip on your waist and he gently rubs the back of his knuckles up and down the top of your arm, just a barely-there touch that’s already causing goosebumps to raise on your flesh.

“What do you want?” you ask, trying to sound stronger than what you know you’re actually capable of right now. “Why did you follow me out here?”

“I want what you want”. His voice is suddenly at your ear and an involuntary shiver runs through your entire body. “Come home with me,” he tries, his voice slurring just slightly and you roll your eyes and attempt to put space between the two of you again. This time he’s not expecting it and you do manage to push him back a few inches and he wobbles on his feet.

“A drunk fuck so you can disappear again the minute it’s over, you think that’s what I want?” You’re practically screaming at him now, but you don’t care, he deserves it.

“C’mon,” he huffs, sounding annoyed as he quickly crowds your space once more, this time he manages to grab your hands and hoist them above your head, pressing them into the wall so you can’t push him off you again. “One last time for old times sake, huh? Let me fuck this attitude right out of you”

“I’m married, in case you’ve forgotten.”

“Hasn’t exactly stopped us before,” he smirks and then lowers his face down so he can nuzzle into you, his nose grazing your ear and his smooth cheek brushing against yours and for a moment you feel yourself melting into his soft touch.

Your voice lacks the conviction you know it should when you rasp out a quiet "Dave, stop”. You won’t go home with him, you know you won’t. You’d never hurt Marcus like that (again), but the smell of his familiar cologne on his shirt collar, the way his warm skin feels pressed against yours and how your body seemingly just fits into the contours of his own you can’t find it in you to immediately try and push him away again either. It’s been so long, you want to just feel him. Just for a moment.

“Kiss me,” he tries, voice suddenly at your ear before he moves just slightly until his lips hover on yours. He doesn’t force it on you, waiting for you to make that final move and close the distance between you. It takes everything in you, but you manage to turn your face away and you hear his desolate sigh in response, hot breath fanning your cheek.

“Take a hint buddy,” a deep voice suddenly interrupts and both your heads snap to the side where you see an enormous man standing at the opening of the alley, an unlit cigarette between his lips. He must be a good six inches shorter than Dave but easily has over 100lbs on him. He’s a very wide, stocky man with a long ponytail and a studded leather vest over top of a faded t-shirt and covered in tattoos, looking like he belongs in some type of biker gang. You immediately recognize him as the man from earlier who tried to summon the waitress from Dave.

He fishes a lighter from his pocket and brings the flame up to light the cigarette and takes a long drag before breathing a large cloud of smoke out.

“She’s not interested,” he repeats when Dave doesn’t loosen his hold on you. “And you’re paying for those six shots by the way, prick.”

“What, you think she’s saving herself for you?” Dave laughs, incredulous. His hands suddenly leave yours, allowing your arms to drop down to your sides and he takes a step back from you, fully turning towards the man who’s now taken a few tentative steps into the alley. Dave reaches a hand into his back pocket fishing out his wallet. He pulls what looks to be a fifty from the bill fold, scrunches it up to a ball and throws it in the direction of the man standing in front of him before closing his wallet and returning it to his pants.

“There, now fuck off.”

“What’s your problem man?” The bystander asks, flicking his cigarette away and taking two long strides forward, the fifty note left crumpled and forgotten on the ground.

“My problem? My problem is fucking assholes who can’t mind their own business. Go fuck off and get your micro dick sucked somewhere else.”

Your brow furrows as you listen to Dave seemingly intentionally picking a fight with this complete stranger. This was not the calm, cool, collected Dave that you’re used to.

You didn’t like whoever this Dave was.

“Wanna try saying that to my face, shithead?” The shorter man challenges, taking another step towards Dave.

“Dave, just leave it,” you try but he waves a flippant hand at you, not even bothering to look in your direction.

“How bout I get you a stepstool and you say it to mine, small fry.”

“Don’t need a stool to lay you out right here on the pavement,” he challenges right back, taking yet another step closer until they’re just inches apart, the shorter man apparently not intimidated whatsoever and likely rather comfortable in a fight, you assume. What he doesn’t know, however, and what you do, is Dave’s extensive military training. Even drunk you have no doubt he could easily kill this man and barely break a sweat, if he wanted to.

“Leave it alone Dave, c’mon, I mean it!” You try again but you might as well be talking to the wall behind you, as neither of the men are paying you any attention any longer. Ironic, since you’re half the reason the fight started in the first place. Men.

“Tell you what,” Dave begins, voice smug. “First one’s free,” he finishes, raising his arms up in the air, defenseless.

Before you even have a chance to plead with them once more the other man swings, clocking Dave right in the gut that has him doubling over for a few brief seconds before he quickly rights himself again, and, to your astonishment, starts laughing.

“That it?” Dave laughs, back to his full height again. “C’mon, again,” he goads.

This time the stranger's fist connects with Dave’s face, causing his head to swing left with the impact he puts behind it. You quickly scramble over to Dave who lets out another chuckle as he wipes the blood from his lip with the back of his hand and turns back to face his foe.

“Pussy,” Dave taunts before spitting blood to the ground at the man's feet. “Why don’t we call the waitress out from inside, she probably hits harder than you do.”

“Dave!”

You watch it happening like it’s in slow motion, how the man grabs Dave’s head with both hands and smashes it into the brick wall and Dave, for whatever reason, doesn’t even fight it. It makes you think of those videos you had to watch in Drivers Ed as a teenager, how the drunk driver in the scenario is typically the one to survive a collision because their response time is so slow their body just lets go and goes with the flow rather than bracing for impact. The part that really tears you up inside though is you don’t even think it’s the alcohol, you think he’s doing it on purpose, wanting to get hurt. You hear the loud smack as his forehead hits the brick and you instantly surge forward, taking the brunt of his weight as he collapses into you and you both slowly slide down to the ground with him in your arms because you can’t hold his weight.

“Get up, you piece of shit!” the stranger yells, furious, and you scream, covering Dave’s body with your own where he lays in your lap as the man winds up to kick Dave while he’s down.

“Enough!” A third man’s voice shouts and relief floods your whole system as you recognize it’s Marcus. In a flash he’s crossing the alley, grabbing the stranger by his shirt and shoving him into the brick and holding him there. Marcus was definitely ‘a lover not a fighter’, but he could certainly hold his own when it came down to it if need be. You’re not scared any longer.

“You alright Honey?” he asks, quickly chancing a glance over to where you’re kneeled on the ground with Dave’s head in your lap, surveying the laceration above his eyebrow.

The man in Marcus’ grasp looks at the two of you confused, then when he notices Marcus’ wedding ring where his fists are cuffed in his shirt, his eyes widen in disbelief.

“Holy shit, is this your wife? I just did you a favour pal,” he scoffs, lightly shoving at Marcus and Marcus backs off just slightly, letting go but staying close in case the man wants to go at Dave again who’s practically unconscious at this point.

“Look it's fine just… go back inside please,” Marcus huffs before he turns back to you and frowns. “Think we can get him up?”

Between the two of you and Dave’s slight cooperation (as much as he can manage with not only how intoxicated he is but how he surely just got few screws knocked loose thanks to that brick wall) you manage to get him up and he looks around a little disoriented, shaking his head while you and Marcus flank either side of him and hold him up.

“Marcus? You’re here,” Dave slurs and then turns his entire body into him and practically collapses into his arms in what you think was meant to be a hug. Marcus manages to hold Dave upright, both his arms holding under Dave’s armpits to keep him on his feet.

“I’m here,” Marcus croaks out. “I’ve got you.”

“The fuck?” the stranger mutters, shaking his head as he watches what must surely be a very strange reaction to a husband finding another man hitting on his wife in a dark alley. “Good luck with… well, all of that pal,” he says with a wave of his hand in the direction of the three of you before he turns on his heel, bends down to pick up the discarded fifty and heads back out of the alley and presumably back toward the bar.

“I’m drunk,” Dave suddenly breaks the silence, pushing back slightly from Marcus and wavering on his feet. His brows furrow in confusion and he wipes at his forehead. When his hand comes into his eyeline and he sees blood smeared on it, his features scrunch up again. “And I think I hit my head?”

“It’s ok, do you think you can help us get you to the car? It’s close,” Marcus tries to explain to Dave who manages a small nod. You get behind Dave and lift one of his arms up and turn him slightly, draping his arm over your shoulders as you move with him to stand at his side, Marcus now holding up the other. Thankfully Marcus had hastily just parked the car in a loading zone directly in front of the bar after you failed to answer any of his texts or calls so the walk was quick and you managed to get Dave shoved into the front passenger seat. You quickly run back inside to grab your purse and phone and say a quick goodnight to your coworkers and then hurry back out to the car. Dave mumbles off his address once Marcus slides into the driver’s seat and Marcus gives a non-commital grunt of acknowledgement before he pulls away from the curb and drives away. Barely two minutes later Dave’s head is tilted all the way back into the headrest and he’s passed out. You lean forward from the backseat to address Marcus.

“We can’t take him home like that. What if he has a concussion or something?”

“I’m not taking him home” Marcus quickly responds, shaking his head.

With a satisfied sigh you lean back into your seat.

What a fucking disaster.

Barely ten minutes later Marcus pulls into your driveway, hitting the button clipped to the sun visor to open the garage. The last thing he needs is for his neighbors to see the two of you dragging a bloodied half unconscious man into your home in the middle of the night.

You only manage to get him as far as the couch on the main floor, an upstairs bedroom too harrowing of a feat to attempt you presume with Dave’s inability to offer much of his own assistance. With a loud grunt you manage to drop him down to a seated position on the sofa and he immediately falls back into the soft cushions.

“Stay with him, I’ll get some water and something for his head,” Marcus says and you nod your head.

He’s only gone a minute or so, taking a little longer because he couldn’t find the Aspirin bottle right away, but when he returns with two extra strength tablets and a full glass of water he stops in his tracks just inside the living room.

Dave is flopped on his side, face resting on your lap facing where Marcus stands while your hands delicately card through his hair.

He’s murmuring quiet little ramblings with his eyes closed, something about “fucked up” and “so sorry” and you just gently hush him, running your fingers through his sweat damp hair.

“We need to clean him up” you tell Marcus when you notice him standing there. There’s blood still smeared across his forehead but thankfully not very much, he hadn’t been actively bleeding for very long. At least you know he doesn’t require any stitches.

Marcus sighs and crosses the room, getting down on his haunches in front of the couch in Dave’s direct eye line.

“Hey Buddy,” he tries softly. “Need you to sit up for me, have some water and take these.”

Dave grunts, noncommittally, but ultimately does try and push himself up. You both help until he’s back into a seated position and Marcus hands him the two white tablets. Dave stares at them for several seconds before tossing them back into his throat and swallowing without water. You tisk at him and shove the water glass into his hand.

“Drink,” you order. He does. He finishes near the entire glass in one go and your eyes widen in surprise.

“There,” he sighs, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. “Can I go now?”

You’re so frustrated you could smack him. One second he’s being a total asshole, the next he’s trying to kiss you, then he’s purposely getting the shit beat out of him, then practically crying in your lap, and now he’s back to being obstinate again.

He was right about one thing. He is fucked up. And you don’t think it’s just the booze.

“I’m sorry, no,” you shake your head, trying to sound less angry than you feel. The last thing you need is to pick another fight with this unpredictable man right now. “Baby, you’re bleeding”

The endearment slips out completely by accident. You don’t even notice you’ve said it but both Dave and Marcus do, their widened gazes turning to you at the exact same moment.

“Dave,” you quickly try to correct, shaking your head.

He lets out a little snort and nods his head, like he’s willing to let you get away with your little slip up.

“You hit your head really hard, you can’t be alone tonight. If you can make it upstairs you can have the guest room, if not, we can make up the couch. In the morning you’re free to go, I promise.”

“Fine,” he relents, shoulders dropping.

“Think you can help us get you upstairs?” you ask and he nods his head. Both you and Marcus throw one of his arms around your shoulders and help him up, taking each of the steps up the staircase slowly. Dave seems to be somewhat coming out of his fog and much more helpful this time, thankfully. You’re pretty sure it’s just the alcohol working against him now, his brain mostly cleared from the fog of the head trauma. Once you reach the top of the stairs you go to turn towards the guest room but Dave plants his feet and attempts to twist his body away from it, toward the direction he knows your and Marcus’ master bedroom is instead. You and Marcus both share a look behind Dave’s back where you’re holding him and after a moment Marcus gives you one solitary nod, acquiescing to Dave's wishes.

Once inside the room you unravel yourself from Dave as Marcus sits down on the edge of the mattress, bringing Dave with him to sit next to him. You head off to the bathroom to wet a washcloth and come back into the room to gently wipe away the blood and dirt at Dave’s forehead.

“What the fuck were you thinking,” you mutter as you clean him up best you can, shaking your head slightly. He doesn’t answer and you don’t expect him to, nor do you really even want him to in his condition. He needs to sleep it off, maybe you’ll get some clarity in the morning.

Once he’s cleaned up Marcus lifts Dave’s arm off of him and puts it into his lap. He isn’t sure what to do next so he leaves Dave there and wanders off to the bathroom to find you where you’re rinsing off the washcloth in the sink.

“What do we do with him?” he asks quietly.

“Well… honestly it’s probably better we’re in the same room anyway, that way if something happens in the middle of the night we’re there,” you reason and Marcus nods.

“Ok…” he sighs, following after you as you exit the bathroom and flick off its light.

You stop just outside the bathroom when you see Dave passed out in the middle of your bed, all his clothes - including his shoes - still on and you sigh.

“I got it,” Marcus says, going to the end of the bed and untying the laces of Dave’s shoes before placing them on the ground. That’s all you undress of him though, he’ll be fine sleeping in the rest of his clothes. Marcus was already in sweats and a t-shirt but you were still in work clothes so go over to your dresser and fish out a pair of pajamas and quickly change. Once you’re ready for bed you turn out the lights and both you and Marcus crawl in on either side of Dave. You can’t help but reach a hand out and brush it through his hair as his light snores fill the quiet, darkened room.

Fuck, you really missed him.

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hi, this is a new writing blog for pedro pascal & his characters. I have many ideas of my own to post but I'm also accepting requests for scenarios, specific characters of his you'd like to see written or just anything really, even if it's just to talk so shoot me an ask :)<3

(yes the picture is a way to bring your attention to this post)

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To my fanfic writing besties ❤️❤️

STOP THINKING THERE IS A DEADLINE. THERE IS NO DEADLINE. TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND TAKE YOUR TIME.

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Intimidation Tactics / The (Not) Question

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!Reader x Dave York

Rating: M (spicy, but no explicit smut)

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Kissing, some heavy petting, teasing!Marcus, kid stuff, soft!Dave, let me know if I missed anything

Summary: You and Marcus meet Dave's girls on Christmas Eve.

A/N:

Series Masterlist

"Are you nervous?" You ask Marcus with a smile as the two of you walk up the driveway.

"No," Marcus answers quickly–suspiciously so.

"You're doing that thing where you jiggle your wrist back and forth constantly," you point out. 

"That could be for anything," Marcus says. 

"You do it when you're nervous."

"No, I don't."

You smile to yourself, dropping the subject as the two of you walk up the porch steps and ring the doorbell. 

Immediately, two little heads poke around the curtains of the front window, looking around curiously. 

Marcus lets out a slow, steadying breath through his mouth.

"What are you so scared of?" you ask. 

"What if they don't like me?" 

You grab the front of Marcus’s coat and pull him down for a kiss. 

"You idiot," you whisper against his lips, "they're going to love you."

"Starting without me, I see."

The two of you startle at the sound of Dave's voice.

"Don't I get a kiss?" he asks, his eyes glinting with mischief. 

"Marcus is nervous," you blurt with a smile. 

"Is he." Dave steps closer, nose to nose with the man in question.

Marcus is smiling, shaking his head. "I'm really not."

"You know what I think," Dave starts, leaning in for a kiss, before he's interrupted by two voices squealing.

"They're here! They're here!"

Dave chuckles, stepping back to allow his two girls to run between them. 

"My girls," he announces. "Molly and Alice."

"I've heard a lot about you two," Marcus says with a smile. 

"We've heard a lot about you, too," Molly deadpans, unsmiling. 

"Oh." 

"Molly," Dave scolds. "Let's let them come inside, shall we?"

"Come see my room!" Alice demands, grabbing your hand and pulling you forcefully along. 

"No one wants to see your room!" Molly insists. 

"Yes they do!" Alice shrieks. 

"Slow down," Dave says. "Molly, stop antagonizing your sister. Alice, they just got here. Let them sit down."

"Please come see my room?" Alice squeaks softly, giving you and Marcus the most exaggerated puppy dog eyes you've ever seen. 

"Okay," Marcus says immediately.

The two of you allow yourselves to be led up Dave's stairs by his youngest daughter, who pulls you toward a door with flower stickers all over it. 

"I picked out the colors myself," Alice announces, opening the door. 

The walls are pink, the furniture is pink, and there are stuffed animals crammed onto every surface.

"It's beautiful," Marcus says agreeably. 

"This is my sister's room," Alice says, pointing across the hall, where a piece of paper emblazoned with the words "KEEP OUT!!!!!! THAT MEANS YOU, ALICE." is taped to another door. 

"Alice," Dave calls out, coming up the stairs. "I was going to give you two a tour, but it looks like you're already getting it."

"Daddy's bedroom is over here," Alice announces, grabbing your hands again and pulling with all her strength. "Wait… where are you two sleeping?"

"That's enough out of you," Dave says, his eyes twinkling. "C'mon downstairs. I've got the grill heating up."

Dave grabs three beers from the fridge and heads to the living room, where the three of you sit on the couch. You're in the middle, as you often are, the two men sitting close beside you, their arms tangled behind your head. 

"Hello, by the way." Dave kisses the top of your head, then leans over to give Marcus a kiss as well. 

"Hello," Marcus answers with a smile. 

"It's always chaos when they're here," Dave says, indicating the girls. 

"I like it," Marcus says, and you hum in agreement. 

"Daddy?" Molly says quietly from the door.

"Yeah, baby?" 

"The grill is on fire."

Dave curses and shoots up, dashing out of the sliding glass doors to the back porch, where you can see an alarming amount of smoke in the corner. 

Molly calmly pads over to the couch and sits close to where Dave had vacated and looks the two of you over. 

"That should buy us some time," she remarks. 

"What? Did you cause a fire?" you ask disbelievingly.

"Oh, you don't need to worry about that," she says, her cadence coming out exactly as you'd imagine Dave saying that sentence, and you press your lips together to keep from laughing.

"When Daddy says 'together,' he means boyfriend and girlfriend, right?" Molly asks seriously. 

Oh. You can't imagine how hard it must be to see their dad with someone new–and, not just that but two someones, a man and a woman. It must call up so many questions that she just simply can't comprehend the answers to.

"It must be really hard to understand," Marcus begins gently, but Molly interrupts.

"It's really not that hard," she says disparagingly. "I'm almost eight. I know what 'poly' means."

"I–oh," Marcus says dumbly. "O-Okay."

"I just wanted to see if you really meant it," Molly says, her eyes fierce and burning.

Your heart melts. You grab Marcus's hand, and, trying to keep the waver out of your voice, promise, "Yeah, kiddo, we absolutely mean it."

"Good," she says, pursing her lips in an adorable imitation of her dad. 

"Do you have any questions for us?" Marcus asks, his lips quirking up in an amused smile. 

"No," Molly says thoughtfully. "I guess I just don't understand why you can't all get married. Daddy said only two people can be legally married," she recites, over-pronouncing the words. "It makes me sad."

"Oh," you murmur. "We haven't really thought about it, or–"

"But Daddy says he's going to buy three rings anyway, and who cares about the paperwork," Molly says proudly, folding her hands in her lap.

Marcus's eyebrows shoot up. "Did he," he remarks.

"That was supposed to be kept between us, bug."

You and Marcus whirls around to see Dave standing, disheveled, in the doorway. He levels a pair of tongs in Molly's direction. 

"Stop. Starting. Fires."

"Technically, it was already on fire," Molly says. 

"Is this a common thing?" you ask, laughing. 

"She's a pyromaniac," Dave mutters as he goes into the kitchen to wash the soot off his hands. 

"I'm practicing," Molly insists. "I'm going to be a rocket scientist."

"You're going to send Daddy to an early grave, bug." He walks into the living room and kisses her on the forehead. "Thought you had homework to do."

Molly groans loudly and stands up. "It's so boring," she says loudly. "I already know it all."

"Go," Dave says definitively. 

You watch as Dave shoots you and Marcus a look before retreating back to the kitchen. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that he looked nervous about Molly’s revelation. You squeeze Marcus’s leg before standing up and following Dave into the kitchen. 

“Do you need any help?” you ask. 

“No.” Dave shakes his head, not looking up from what he’s doing. 

You curl into his side, and he lets out a huff of amusement. 

“What are you doing, pumpkin?”

“I want a kiss,” you pout. 

Dave finally turns, palming your cheek with one hand and leaning in for a kiss. It starts sweetly, but, as kisses often go with Dave, the longer his lips are on yours, the more insistent they become. Soon, the knife he had been holding clatters to the cutting board as he molds his hips to yours, pressing you back against the countertop. 

“Dave,” you sigh.

One hand grips your thigh roughly, lifting your leg up and around his thigh as his tongue slips into your mouth. 

“I was wondering why dinner was taking so long,” Marcus jokes softly, entering the kitchen.

“She started it,” Dave mumbles against your lips.

“And it looks like you’re finishing it,” Marcus deadpans. 

“Not quite yet.” 

“You’re not allowed to finish it without me,” Marcus rasps, and you feel his hand sliding up your other thigh. You throw your head back; the two of them together are an overpowering presence.

“There will be no finishing in my kitchen,” Dave scolds, but his hand wraps around Marcus’s waist possessively. 

“Shame,” Marcus whispers, his lips finding the shell of your ear. “I was thinking of eating that pretty pussy right here on the countertop.”

You moan softly, the feel of two sets of hands on you making you dizzy. You don’t know how you ever did without this–this all-consuming passion between the three of you. It steals your breath, makes you float above your body, and not just when Dave and Marcus are both inside of you, filling you up so that there’s no space left in your body for anything but them. Having both of them–Dave’s intensity and Marcus’s inexhaustible attention–is overwhelming in the best of ways. 

The two of them complement each other in ways you never would have realized. They bring out the best in each other, and, occasionally, the worst–when the two of them get caught in a power struggle that invariably gets solved by one of them being slammed against a wall and kissed angrily, then hungrily. 

Dave grunts–even with your eyes closed, you can imagine that Marcus’s hand is pressing against his cock through his pants. In turn, Dave attacks your throat, sucking a little bruise right over your jugular that has you panting, and–

“Daddy?”

Dave stops immediately, stepping back with a little amused sigh. “What is it, sweetie?”

“Can I watch Bluey?” Alice asks.

Dave grimaces. “Does it have to be Bluey?”

“Yes.”

“Fine,” Dave says. “But only until dinner is ready, and then the TV is off for the night. Got it?”

“Okay,” Alice answers sweetly, skipping back to the living room to watch her show.

“I’m never going to get dinner ready with you two around,” Dave grouses.

“Is that a problem?” Marcus grins smugly, fisting his own cock through his pants lazily as Dave watches.  

“Get out of my kitchen,” Dave grumbles, without a hint of malice or conviction.

“Did you hear that?” Marcus says to you. “He’s kicking us out!”

“If you two can behave, I’ll consider allowing you to stay,” Dave teases.

“Dave,” you simper. “I’m very good.”

“She is,” Marcus agrees, lifting you up onto the countertop and slotting his hips between your thighs. “Me, on the other hand–”

“Marcus!” you squeal, giggling. “You’re going to get us into trouble!”

“I’ll just make you both pay for it later,” Dave remarks lightly. “When I don’t let either of you cum.”

“Fine, fine,” you say, hopping off the counter. “I’m gonna go watch TV with Alice.”

Marcus starts to follow you, but Dave grabs his wrist and pulls the other man close. “I fucking love you,” Dave mumbles, just barely audible to you, as he comes in for a kiss.

“You old softie,” Marcus accuses with a smile. 

“What can I say? It’s Christmas.”

– – – – – 

Officially banned from the kitchen, you and Marcus sit on the couch with Alice. All of Marcus’s fervor from moments before has dissipated; he’s cuddly and affectionate instead as he wraps his arm around you and sits as close to you as he can physically manage. You settle against his chest with a happy sigh, half watching Alice’s show, half watching Marcus.

Alice, who starts off on the opposite end of the large sectional couch, begins to scoot closer and closer to where the two of you are seated. At the end of the first mini-episode, she’s practically in Marcus’s lap, her little head resting on his arm.

Marcus, for his part, looks as though he's just been approached by a timid wild animal, and is scarcely breathing beside you, his lips parted slightly in awe at Alice's acceptance of him. 

You shoot him a smile, and he returns it–a giddy, overjoyed thing–and you don't know if your heart has ever felt this full. 

You lose track of time as each episode blends into the next. You imagine that dinner must be close to being ready by now, and when you glance over at the doorway to the kitchen, Dave is there, watching the three of you with a soft, almost watery smile. How long has he been standing there? 

Caught out, Dave clears his throat. "Dinner's ready."

The five of you sit together, having Christmas Eve dinner around Dave’s small kitchen table rather than in the formal dining room. You like it this way, better–it’s intimate, cozy, and relaxed. Christmas music plays softly in the background, although you can barely hear it over Alice’s constant chatter. 

Dave is in his element as a father, you decide, and you can scarcely believe that you’ve seen the same man plunge a knife into someone’s throat as you watch him from across the table, grinning at something Molly says. Your heart suddenly feels as if it’s been squeezed by a vice; you can hardly breathe as you glance around the table–

You feel like a family.  

Afterward, the five of you sit in the living room. Molly and Alice insist on watching Elf, so you do. It’s a disgustingly domestic scene. Alice is curled into Dave’s right side, Marcus on his left. You’re leaning back against the couch, your legs in Marcus’s lap. His hand is resting on your ankle, sometimes absentmindedly rubbing, sometimes still. At one point during the movie, Dave’s hand comes to rest on top of Marcus’s, his thumb brushing back and forth against the top of your foot.

Molly is the only one not in a pile on the couch; she’s in an armchair with her knees drawn up to her chin, but you can still see the small smile that looks alarmingly like her father’s.

“Gonna put these two menaces to bed,” Dave announces when the credits roll, planting a kiss on top of Alice’s head. 

“I’m not tired,” she whines in protest. 

“You better get tired,” Dave answers, “or Santa’s going to skip this house.”

You laugh as you watch Alice bolt for the stairs. 

“Yeah, Dad,” Molly says, rolling her eyes. “I’m sure Santa won’t be sitting on the couch with a cold bee–”

“Get your butt upstairs,” Dave growls. “And let Alice have some damn fun.”

You sit with Marcus, facing the Christmas tree, with a small smile on your face as you listen to the faint noises of the girls getting ready for bed. 

“This is nice,” you murmur. 

“Mmm,” Marcus agrees happily. “The kids are great.”

“Molly is a carbon copy of her dad,” you remark.

Marcus laughs. “I was thinking the same thing! God, it’s uncanny.”

“Now we know what Dave was like as a kid.”

“Oh my God, I can’t even imagine that,” Marcus chuckles.

“I wonder if he started random fires,” you muse with a smile. 

“I did far worse,” comes a voice from the stairs, and you and Marcus whip around to see Dave watching you with a fond smile. 

He approaches, sitting down on the couch beside you. Rather than be in the middle, you crawl across Dave’s lap to sit on his other side, leaving him between you and Marcus. You curl into his side with a happy sigh.

“Thank you for dinner,” you say quietly. “And for asking us over to meet you kids.”

“They loved you,” Dave remarks. “You made quite an impression.”

“They’re wonderful,” Marcus says softly.

Dave hums and kisses the other man’s forehead. Marcus doesn’t allow Dave to pull back; he fists his collar and brings his head down for a proper kiss.

“Wanna finish what we started in the kitchen,” Marcus husks, but Dave shakes his head. 

“Need your help with something, first.”

The two of you follow Dave to his office. He opens his closet door to reveal a large pile of neatly-wrapped presents. 

“Are you asking us to help play Santa?” you ask, smiling.

“May as well put you to use while I’ve got two extra sets of hands,” Dave answers dryly, grabbing a couple of presents and heading back to the living room. 

It takes several trips, and your heart clenches when you see quite a few with yours and Marcus’s names on them. After everything is under the tree, Marcus sneaks out to the car to grab the ones you’d brought with you–a few things for Dave, and some for Molly and Alice. 

“Now let’s go finish what we started,” Marcus jokes, hooking his finger into Dave’s belt loop and pulling him forward for a kiss.

Dave hums into the kiss. “I thought,” he says, reaching out blindly to grasp your wrist and pull you closer, “I might let you two open something early.” He kisses Marcus once more, then you, then backs away, moving toward the Christmas tree. "I wasn’t planning on giving you these for quite a while,” Dave murmurs, “but I suppose the cat's out of the bag now.”

You squint in confusion. “It is?”

“Molly,” Dave offers by way of explanation. 

You watch as Dave pulls three little boxes from their hiding places in the tree, and your jaw drops. “Dave, these are–”

“Hang on,” Dave says softly. “I know it’s very early, but the way I see it, none of this has been normal so far. And like Molly said, we can’t all get married. These are just–” Dave swallows– “symbolic, I guess you’d say.” 

Dave hands both you and Marcus your own tiny box, and you immediately burst into tears. 

“I want you to know you both mean the world to me,” Dave says as Marcus opens his box to see a silver band resting in velvet, “and that I view this as permanent. I hope you–” he clears his throat, clearly trying to keep the emotion out of his voice, “–feel the same.”

Marcus is there in an instant, a gentle hand on Dave’s jawline. "Of course we do," Marcus answers quietly. "Of course we feel the same."

You open your box to see a simple silver band that matches Marcus's. There's no extravagant diamond engagement ring, just the band, and it's both perfect and so typically Dave.

Still blinking back tears, you reach for Dave, slotting yourself between the two men as though you've always fit there. "Of course we do," you repeat.

“C’mere,” Dave says, reaching for the box in your hand. “Let me.”

Your breath is trapped in your throat as Dave gently takes your left hand in his and slides the little band onto your finger. You glance over at Marcus, who’s watching the scene with a proud smile.

“Your turn,” you whisper, grabbing Marcus’s hand and sliding his ring on as well. Marcus looks back at Dave, his eyes full of affection. 

“Guess that leaves you,” Marcus says softly. Holding Dave’s gaze, he takes the other man’s hand in his, and carefully puts on Dave’s ring. “That wasn’t so bad,” he says, laughing breathlessly. 

You’ve seen Dave smile many times, of course. One of the many things you’ve learned about him is that he’s not nearly as stoic as he lets on. You think his laugh might be the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen when he allows himself to do it. You like that Dave has seemingly impenetrable walls; it makes you feel as if you and Marcus see something special. You see Dave York as he truly is. 

Dave’s smile as Marcus slides the little silver band onto his ring finger is incandescent. You’ve seen lots of smiles–soft smiles, mischievous smiles, and of course the ever-present smirk, but this smile is something else. The edges of his eyes crinkle, his top and bottom teeth showing, and he suddenly looks ten years younger. 

“There we go,” Dave says, sounding rather breathless himself. 

“It’s official,” Marcus agrees, nodding. “Well. Officially not official.”

“One of these days,” Dave says, taking both of your hands. “We should talk about two of us signing the papers, to give us some kind of legal protection.”

“I don’t think we should sign a damn thing,” Marcus argues resolutely. “It’s the three of us or not at all.”

“That’s sweet, tiger, it really is, but I don’t think you’re thinking about it the right way.”

“I think I am thinking of it the right way,” Marcus argues back, sticking up his chin.

“No, listen. What I do, it’s–” Dave begins carefully, “–it’s dangerous. If something happens to me, and my name isn’t on a piece of paper somewhere, you’ll get nothing. I want you two to be taken care of, and I need someone to be there for the girls.”

Realization washes over Marcus, his defiant expression melting into somber acceptance. 

“Think about it,” Dave continues. “This is a nice house–this is Molly and Alice’s home. If something happens to me, that’s gone. Not just for you, but for the girls. This is practical.”

You laugh a watery laugh. “It was going really well until the last sentence, Dave.”

Marcus laughs too, his eyes unnaturally bright. “Yeah, talking about practicality makes for a great proposal.”

“I’m taking these back,” Dave deadpans. 

“No!” you shriek, hugging your left hand to your chest. 

“Hang on,” Marcus says, sobering. “This leaves one of us out of it, which is exactly what I don’t want.”

“I know,” Dave says. “But this is a necessary failsafe. Do you want to be a part of their life?” he asks, jerking his head toward the stairs, where Molly and Alice are sleeping upstairs. At Marcus’s nod, Dave continues. “Then you’ll do this for me.”

Marcus nods again, slowly. “Of course. Of course I will.” He forces a smile, but you can see the resignation in his look, and you know exactly what he’s thinking: You and Dave, legally married, and Marcus with no official ties to either of you. Marcus Pike, always on the outside looking in. 

“Marcus,” Dave murmurs, and you watch the other man’s stormy eyes flick up again. “I want it to be you.”

Marcus’s eyes widen, his eyebrows turning upwards in question. “What?”

Your hand comes to your mouth, a fresh wave of tears spilling from your eyes at the scene. 

“Don’t make me ask twice,” Dave says, his eyes bright with affection.

“You aren’t really asking,” Marcus points out. No one mentions how his voice breaks.

“No,” Dave says with a little smirk, coming closer and taking Marcus’s face in his hands. “I’m telling.”

[creedslove]

Who of the boys would be more of a cat and who would be more of a dog person?

Rewatching Narcos currently andJavi P seeking justice for Murphys cat was the animal love I needed.

I know he says he’s not much of a cat person but the way he treated it.. cat man 🧐🫶

Featuring: Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Agent Whiskey, Dave York and Marcus Pike

A/N: aww this is a very good idea!!! I love it honey! Also, I have a feeling all the Pedro boys lean towards dogs, but that doesn't mean they won't go soft with a kitty 🐈

Javier Peña: Javi likes dogs better, there's no argument towards that, he grew up around dogs on his dad's ranch and he loves how strong and loyal they are, however, that doesn't mean Javi is insensitive towards cats, we all have seen how fierce he was to fight for the fact that cat was DEA as much as Steve and himself were, even if there was a tiny comical hint to it; Javier isn't a huge cat person, but he does have a soft spot for them, they are cute sometimes and amongst all the violence he has encountered through his life, he thought he would lose that empathy towards smaller things, but he was very wrong, so once he saw a stray kitty fumbling around the garbage to look for food and it made his heart break, he didn't know why exactly, but he was so tired of seeing the evilest side of people, it felt just too unfair such a tiny cute little creature starve on the streets, which caused Javier to feed the cat leftovers of his meals which quickly became a habit and now the cat is fat and he doesn't know what to do

Joel Miller: Joel Miller is 100% dog person and there's no argument about that at all, although after he grew up and had to take care of a house and a baby daughter on his own, he decided to have a no pet rule: money was tight and so was time, taking care of a baby, and then a toddler and then a child and then a teen was exhausting as it was, so he didn't have time for bullshitting with cats or dogs. In fact, getting a puppy was the only request Sarah has ever made him and he managed to remain strict and not let her have it. However, he knows his daughter pets all the neighbor's pets and he's okay with it. Now, if you have a cat, you can expect Joel getting into a grumpy old man mood™ he is just going to complain about the cat and he is going to swear that cat is up to no good, plotting against him because its so jealous of you. He will definitely have arguments with your cat

"get out of my guitar now!"

"meow"

"I swear... get off my truck or I'll kill you!"

"meow"

And well, sometimes it kind does seem your cat is teasing Joel by sitting on his truck hood or sitting on his beloved guitar; if Joel is reading some work papers on the kitchen table you can bet your life your cat will climb all the way just to sit ON the papers and make Joel's blood boil, and you'll de damned if that ain't the funniest shit you'd ever seen; but hey, sometimes after you went to bed, your cat nuzzles Joel's body and your tough boyfriend actually pets your cat, but it's their secret and neither of them will ever admit it 🤫

Agent Whiskey: our sweet Jack loves animals! He is a farm boy after all, and that means he absolutely adores every single living thing. Of course he likes dogs and cats like everyone else, but those aren't his favorites, if anything, Jack is the kind of man to have farm animals as pets as if it was the most normal thing in the world. As a grown man, Jack has his own ranch, and he keeps all the animals he likes there: he's got cows, horses (his big passion), pigs, chickens, goats, bunnies, dogs and a few cats in the barn because someone needs to catch those damn mice, since he hates killing any kind of animal, he leaves it for the cats to chase down the mice and if he finds spiders in the house he'll definitely just throw them outside. He loves birds and fish but he'd rather watch them out in nature than have them trapped in birdcages of fishbowls; he's not a big fan of frogs but he doesn't mind them at all and his biggest childhood trauma was when little Jack befriended a very cute little pig and the two of them became quickly inseparable, playing together and hanging out all the time, he even named his pig Hector™ until one Sunday morning he woke up to see his friend gone and later, mama Daniels had made pork chops for lunch ☠️ Jack cried his little heart out, refused to eat lunch and spent years without eating pork, until this day he feels kind of guilty to eat bacon or something, he doesn't kill any of his own ranch animals to cook, he just goes to the supermarket to get the meat

Dave York: Dave had always loved dogs from a young age, when he was little, his dog Sprinkles was his best friend and he still keeps old pictures of himself and his old friend in the back of his memory boxes. Once he grew up and he got into his... business... he realized dogs are the safest option for a pet; they are very rational, they can be trained and protect the house and the owners against threats or burglars. If his kids beg him for a puppy, he will never say no to them, but it will be frustrating to him that they will pick the cutest and fluffiest puppy over the one breed he thinks it's safer for the family, statistical saying. However, how happy they get will make him think of Sprinkles and soon enough he will become those dads who treat the family pet better than his own kids. He will definitely doze off on the couch and the dog will be curled up to him. Dave also admires the felines and mostly how neat and careful they are. They are silent and are able to sneak into a room without anyone noticing, exactly like Dave does when he's out working, he likes how cats are independent and always take care of themselves, however, the idea of having a cat never occurred to him, but well... never say never

Marcus Pike: that man is the human version of a golden retriever, so he obviously would prefer dogs. He has thought of getting a dog some time but he hasn't made up his mind yet, on one hand, he would like to have a puppy waiting for him at home so he won't be too lonely, but on the other hand, dogs are a lot of trouble and he doesn't know if he will be able to actually take care of it, not to mention dogs remind him a lot of the perfect image of a happy family, you know, a husband and a wife and kids, something Marcus would love to have but he hasn't been too lucky with it lately! He does like cats too, but the thing is: he is allergic to cats, and I don't mean just a slight allergy, I mean sneezing, coughing, red puffy eyes, stuffed nose etc, so cats are definitely a big no to him!

[daddy-dins-girl]

Playdate - Chapter Six

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pairing: Marcus Pike x f! Reader x Dave York

Word Count: 8.1k

Chapter 6 Summary: Just as your husband promised, your birthday is far from over with yet...

Notes: This chapter is a direct continuation of Chapter 5. It was a lot of fun to write because there's just so much like domestic fluff and playfulness in this chapter between these 3 (and yes, smut, duh!). And for all of you who voiced your opinions last time that you want more contact between Marcus and Dave, I HEARD YOU lol. There's a little bit in here, with more on the horizon for the near future. I GOTCHU ;)

Chapter Warnings (minor spoilers in the tags...): 18+ MDNI. F/M/M threesome. Fluff (who'd have thought I'd ever be adding that tag into this series?). Body painting (aka unlawful use of cupcake frosting... don't worry, Dave and Marcus are good boys who clean up their mess... sorry not sorry). Oral sex (m and f receiving). Unprotected P in V. Rough P in V. Voyeurism. Cuckolding. Daddy Kink (spoiler alert: Reader isn't the only one with a Daddy anymore!). Degradation kink. Use of 'traffic light system'. Dom!Dave York. Sub!Reader. Sub!Marcus Pike. Praise kink. Anal play/Rimming (f receiving). Breath play. Accidental feelings had everywhere (whoops).

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When you’re finally pulled from your slumber you’re a little disoriented and delightfully sore. The sun beaming in through the drawn-open curtains doesn’t give you much grasp of what time of day it is so when you slowly blink your eyes open and your bleary gaze lands on Marcus who’s resting up on his elbow at your side you manage to rasp out a quiet “mmm, what time is it baby?”

Marcus lets out a little chuckle before he leans forward and kisses the tip of your nose. “almost noon” he tells you and you swear your jaw hits the floor. You weren’t one to sleep in that late, like ever. Apparently your boys really did wear you out last night. And to be fair, you’re pretty sure it was the middle of the night before any of you got to sleep. You audibly groan and let your head fall back into the pillows, hands coming up to cover your face.

“Well well, look who’s up” You hear Dave’s voice ring out in the room and uncover your face and push yourself up on your elbows to see Dave wandering into the bedroom juggling 3 takeout Starbucks cups in his grasp, presumably from the hotel lobby downstairs. He’s dressed very casually, for Dave, wearing a pair of loose fitting black athletic shorts and light gray t-shirt that hugs his chest and biceps just right. Frankly, he looks amazing and you do your best not to be caught staring too long.

“It’s your guys’ fault” you grumble, sounding unconvincingly annoyed. “Put me in a sex coma” you add and Marcus throws his head back in laughter.

“Yeah and the ‘more, please, don’t stop’ really was meant to deter us, right?” Dave jokes, adding a high pitched lilt to his voice when he mocks your own.

“If I had something to throw at you right now…” you jokingly threat but Dave just raises a singular eyebrow at you.

“Wanna try that again, Sweetheart? Thought we taught you a pretty good lesson last night what happens to naughty girls” he says cooly as he reaches the side of the bed and sets all the coffee cups down on the nightstand.

You let out a defeated sigh. As fun as last night was, you’d prefer to have control over all your senses next time. You’ve literally just woken up and already you can’t wait to get your hands all over both of them.

Dave smirks at his easy triumph. “That’s what I thought, now drink up” he says before handing you one of the cups.

You turn the cup to look over the label and surprise etches at your features when you realize that Dave has gotten your coffee order right exactly, down to every last espresso and flavour shot.

“How’d you know my coffee order?”

“I’m observant” Dave shrugs non-committedly.

“So my husband told you?”

“Ok, well I’m also good at writing things down that are told to me in specific details then” he jokes and you nod your head. That sounded more like it.

The three of you lounge around the bedroom for a short while, drinking your beverages. Dave is sitting comfortably in the armchair in the corner while you and Marcus lay in bed, backs up against the headboard and your head occasionally leaning over to rest on his shoulder and a smile spreading across your lips when he turns just enough to press a kiss to your forehead. It’s odd how comfortable you feel in this little domestic bubble of bliss with the three of you all together, never having spent an entire night together before. You’re completely naked still from last night (albeit a sheet is securely tucked under your arms to protect whatever may be left of your modesty) and Marcus lies next to you overtop of the bed covers in only his boxer briefs. You safely assume the only reason Dave is even dressed is because he had to go downstairs to get the coffee.You can barely remember back when you used to be so nervous around Dave and now he seemingly fits right into a lazy morning with you and your husband.

“Well I don’t know about you guys, but I need sustenance” Marcus eventually voices, setting his coffee cup down on the nightstand and stretching his arms over his head.

“Oh shoot, and we probably missed check out!” You suddenly realize, just now remembering what time it was.

“Mmmm, still got about… twenty two hours by my count” Dave shrugs, looking down at his watch.

“Wait…” your brain tries to catch up for a moment. “Are we booked for two nights?!”

“I told you last night we were just getting started” Marcus laughs, leaning in to playfully nibble at your neck. “Oh! Almost forgot!” He suddenly jumps out of the bed and wanders out of the room, leaving you to share a confused glance with Dave who just shrugs his shoulders.

You don’t have to wonder for long what he’s up to because a moment later Marcus wanders back into the bedroom holding a small white cardboard box in his hands.

“Close your eyes” he instructs and you’re hesitant but do as you're told.

“What are you up to, husband?” You ask, a curious grin spread across your lips. You’re waiting for a few moments until you feel him settle back in beside you, rustle around for a moment and then he tells you to open your eyes.

“Happy Birthday Baby” your husband grins at you, a cupcake extended towards you in his hands with a single lit candle in the centre of it.

He’s too adorable.

“Marcus,” you sigh at the thoughtfulness but don’t get any other words out before he speaks up again.

“Make a wish”

“And what if what I wished for already came true?” You ask cheekily and Marcus lets out a little laugh, shaking his head before his gaze lands on you again.

“Then I guess, wish for it to stay true” he shrugs simply.

You hum your agreement before leaning in slightly and with a single huff of breath, the flame disappears.

“Is that your idea of sustenance by the way? Because I’m going to need real food if I’m going to be here for another day with the two of you” You comment, eyes darting between Marcus at your side and Dave who is now pushing himself up from the chair across the room.

“Just an appetizer” Marcus shrugs. “Something to tide us over until we get some room service”

“Um what do you mean us, I think this is my cupcake. It’s my birthday” you giggle teasingly just as the bed on your opposite side dips under Dave’s weight.

“Good girls share, I think. Isn’t that right Pike?” Dave pipes up, settling in on his side next to you, resting up on his elbow.

“He’s right honey,” Marcus agrees before he plucks the candle from the small dessert and tosses it on the nightstand.

It’s Dave who acts first, then. He dips his pointer finger right into the big dollop of icing on top, scooping a small amount up before bringing it to your lips. They instinctively part, allowing his digit to slip inside and your eyes close and a small moan escapes you as you suck it clean.

“Well? How is it?” Dave asks, voice low as he pulls his finger from your mouth and brings it to his own, sucking off whatever you left behind.

“Decadent” you tease, eyes playfully rolling back in your head.

“Hmm, let me try” Marcus pipes up next, taking his own finger full of the rich frosting before he tugs down the sheet covering you and smears it across your now exposed nipple, leaning down and laving over it with his tongue and then sucking it into his mouth.

This time it’s you who moans rather than the person indulging in the sweet treat.

Dave copies Marcus, just with the opposite breast and soon Marcus is shoving down the rest of the bedding currently bunched up at your hips before he gently pulls your body downwards so you’re lying flat on your back.

Fuck.

They both take turns essentially painting your body with the frosting and licking it clean. Marcus goes back to focusing on your upper body, your breasts and throat while Dave shimmies lower, starting at your stomach and continuing downward.

“Fuck” you groan when Dave’s fingers coated in frosting sweeps through your folds, only to immediately be followed by long strokes of his tongue. He hums into your cunt, tastebuds alighted by a mixture of the sweet icing combined with your own sticky arousal. Marcus chuckles against your throat as your body gently writhes, knowing full well what Dave is doing without even having to pass a glance in his direction. Hunger forgotten, Marcus tosses what was left of the cupcake (which was mainly just the actual cake portion by now) over his shoulder, carelessly letting it fall to the floor beside the bed before his mouth latches to yours, muffling your moans and whimpers.

“Fucking sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted baby” Dave practically growls into your core before he pushes away just long enough to fully rid you of the blanket and spread your legs wide so he can settle between them and get comfortable. He plans on staying a while.

Dave licks and sucks and nibbles and mouths at you like he truly is devouring a meal. A man starved would be an understatement of monumental proportions.

Your hips cant off the mattress and your left hand goes to hold onto his head as he slides a single digit inside of you and curls it just right, hitting that spot with practiced precision as if he’d dedicated it to memory.

“Fuck, tell me how good it feels” Marcus breathes hot into your ear, hand coming down to lazily tug at his already hard cock nestled in his boxer briefs.

“Oh my good, feels so fucking good baby” you whine in response, arching off the bed again before Dave’s free arm comes up to drape across your waist, holding you still.

“Wish you could feel how fucking good this tongue is” you blurt out unexpectedly, even to yourself. You were just too riled up to have any sort of filter and before you realize you’d said the words out loud, it was too late, they were out there.

You hadn’t yet candidly voiced to either of them that you wouldn’t mind the two of them getting closer when you all were together and maybe the words you just spoke weren’t explicitly stating that either but was certainly casually implied.Truthfully you know it would be beyond hot and turn you on but none of you had really discussed it before, though you were somewhat hoping it might progress that way naturally. You’ve debated bringing the topic up with Marcus when the two of you are alone. You’ve sort of danced around it a bit with him in the past and he seemed into it, or at the very least, not against it. Dave was more of a mystery but you sort of got the feeling that as long as he was in control, he might not mind so much either.

“Fuck” Marcus groans, unceremoniously shoving his boxers down to his thighs so he has unrestricted access to his leaking and throbbing cock.

The fact that neither of them didn’t immediately get turned off and pull away from you is enough to send you writhing again under Dave’s ministrations. Your lust-fueled gaze turns to your husband whose eyes are darting between yours and what’s happening between your legs. He looks close, you see it in his eyes and you gather enough faculties to reach your free hand down to replace his, wrapping around his warm, hard length as you begin pumping him.

With his hand now free Marcus surprises you by bringing it on top of your left on Dave’s head and the lover between your legs groans into you when he feels the pressure of both of your hands urging his actions.

“Oh my fuck,” you whimper, hand pulling away to just leave Marcus’ and you try and pull your head up enough to see him push his fingers through Dave’s dark chocolate locks before he grasps the short strands, Dave all the while groaning his approval into your now throbbing cunt.

“Oh shit, fuck!” Marcus moans just as he spills over your hand and onto his own abdomen. Sated, he flops down on his back but keeps his hand at Dave’s head, however gently just pushing through his hair now and smoothing over his head.

“Oh my god, Dave, please” you whine. He’s been edging you for what seems like forever. Knowing all the right places to test and tease you until you’re left teetering dangerously close to that edge, desperate to be bowled over it.

With a growl, Dave releases you. His mouth and fingers leave you and you’re about to whine in protest before he gets up to his knees, hauls you further down the bed and shoves his shorts and boxers down, freeing his painfully hard erection. Marcus’ hand falls away in all the commotion and he pushes himself up enough to rest against the headboard, pulling his boxers back up over his softening cock as he watches the two of you.

“Come here” Dave groans, grabbing both of your ankles and putting them up on his shoulders before he guides himself to your entrances and pushes inside, burying himself to the hilt in a single thrust. He grabs a nearby pillow, shoving it under your hips and you let out a low moan at the new angle he hits when he pulls back just slightly before bottoming out again.

“God damn baby, you’re close. Strangling my cock aren’t you?”

“Fuck, yes, I’m so close. Shit” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut as you feel that all too familiar heat traveling at an alarming rate right between your legs as Dave begins to rock in and out of you, setting a hard and fast pace nearly immediately.

“That’s it, come on my cock pretty girl, let me see it” he urges you after a few moments, watching your eyes practically roll back into your head as his own thrusts begin to become desperate and sloppy. Sensing his own urgency, Dave acts quickly by wetting his thumb with his saliva before bringing it down to press into your needy clit, rubbing tight frantic circles around it until you cry out for him.

“Fuck, Dave, I’m coming. Fuck!” Your walls clamp down and your cunt spasms around Dave’s cock so intensely he barely has time to pull out and give himself two quick tugs before he’s spurting hot white ropes of his own release all over your mound.

“Shit… that… close. Shit” Dave repeats, breaths coming out in heavy pants as he remains kneeled in front of you. He takes a few moments to himself before he gently eases your legs off of his shoulders and back down to the bed, pulling the pillow out from under you as well so you’re more comfortable.

The three of you remain there, breathing heavily and covered in a mixture of bodily fluids and cupcake frosting, the insanity of it all not lost on any of you, before Marcus finally pipes up and speaks for all of you.

“So… room service?”

Dave had offered to order the food if you and Marcus wanted to go use the shower first. Lord knows all three of you needed a good washing up after the last sixteen hours or so that you’d spent together but of the three of you, Dave was currently the only one who didn’t currently have semen drying on his skin so he figured the gentlemanly thing to do was to let you two at it first.

You and Marcus kiss occasionally under the hot spray while you get cleaned up but aside from that the shower is pretty tame. For one you’re still spent and sensitive from earlier, and for two you don’t want to keep Dave waiting. When you get out and begin drying off Marcus seems a bit off, like he’s pre-occupied and you briefly wonder if you’d freaked him out with what happened earlier.

“You ok?” You ask, light chuckle in your tone as your hand lands on Marcus’ shoulder.

“Huh? Oh, yeah just a little tired still maybe. Need to eat something I think” he shrugs and you accept his answer for what it is. He gives you his famous beaming smile just to assure you he’s fine and leans in to place another quick kiss to your lips. He hands you a hotel-issued robe that was hanging on one of the hooks before securing his own around his body and then reaches for your hand once you’ve got yours on “C’mon, lets go.”

Dave takes the opportunity for the now unoccupied shower and excuses himself while you and Marcus wait for the food. You pass the time by straightening all the linens back onto the bed and making it properly again and picking up all the discarded clothing from the night before, folding everything neatly and draping it over chairs. Clearly it was the furthest thing from anyone's mind last night but in the harsh light of day you can see what a disaster you’ve actually made of this room.

Once everything looks mostly put back together you and Marcus cuddle up on the sofa together. You’ve barely sat down and just gotten comfortable snuggled into Marcus’ side when there’s a knock at the door and you audibly groan. Marcus lets out a little laugh at your displeasure but then calls out so the server on the other side of the door can hear him.

“Come in”

The hotel employee uses their access card to unlock the door and walks in backwards through the door, pulling a serving trolley with them filled with covered silver dishes.

“Ah so this must be our happy couple” he says conversationally as he turns into the living room and nods in greeting to you and Marcus. “How are you enjoying our Honeymoon Suite?”

“Oh, everything is beautiful, thank you” you reply, warm smile on your lips.

“Glad to hear it Mrs. Pike” he responds courteously before he goes to setting out the dishes on the large coffee table in front of you.

“Is that the food, I’m starving. You two wore me out” Dave bellows, walking into the living room from the bathroom, towel hung low on his hips and otherwise naked.

“Um, well,” the poor unsuspecting server nervously clears his throat as his eyes dart around the room to three very nearly naked people. His cheeks go beat red and you have to shove your face into Marcus’ shoulder to hide your own embarrassment. “Please um, enjoy your lunch and en-enjoy your stay” he stutters, hastily pulling the covers off all the plates before placing them back onto his cart and hurrying out of the room.

“Better give him a good tip later” Dave mutters, unphased and not even remotely embarrassed. “I think he just had a stroke”

You were momentarily horrified but the moment Dave cracks a joke you and Marcus are both in a fit of laughter before you pick up a french fry and throw it at Dave’s head.

Once your bellies are full the three of you lounge around for a short while, allowing your food to settle until finally you can’t wait any longer for something you’ve looked forward to since you got here. You stretch your arms above your head and then push yourself up from the sofa, using the strong shoulders sitting on either side of you to launch yourself up.

“Well I don’t know about you two, but I am not about to let that gorgeous bathtub go to waste” you announce, making your way over to the open doorway and leaning against it, looking back at the two men still planted on the sofa.

“Is that an invitation sweetheart?” Dave asks.

“It’s whatever you want it to be” you respond, coy smile on your lips before you pull at the sash of your robe, let it fall down your shoulders and off your body and toss it at the two of them.

Neither of them waste any time scrambling off the couch to get to you. You’re in a fit of giggles before you admonish them both and tell them to get the bath ready.

Marcus fills the tub, adding some of the scented aromatherapy oils sitting on the large ledge that runs all the way around the square shaped tub while Dave fixes drinks for the three of you from the minibar and within minutes you’re practically melting into the perfectly tempered water next to Marcus. Dave flicks a switch on the wall that brings the jets to life before settling across the tub from you both on the opposite side.

The whirlpool jacuzzi is enormous, nearly the size of your hot tub that you and Marcus have at home, just not as deep, and easily big enough for the three of you to relax in. The scent of lavender fills the mostly darkened room, the only source of light is dimmed to its lowest setting and you had closed the double doors behind you to not allow any other source of light into the room.

“This is perfect” you sigh dreamily, letting your eyelids flutter close and snuggling a little further into Marcus who has his arm secured around your waist, fingers drawing little imaginary lines up and down your side. He turns his face towards you to press his lips to your forehead and then they trail down to your closed eyelids, your nose, the corner of your mouth and finally your lips where he latches on and kisses you soundly, mouth opening so his tongue can part your lips and meld with yours. You moan into the soft kiss, hand coming up to caress his neck and nearly letting yourself get lost in it until your manners catch up to you and your hand leaves Marcus to reach out blindly across the tub to your third, very observant, party. Dave chuckles low in his throat but takes your offered hand and pushes himself forward, small waves lapping around as he crosses the tub to reach your opposite side. Marcus releases you and gently with a hand under your chin turns your head to Dave and you take the invitation for what it is and press closer into Dave, your lips meeting his in an unhurried kiss. You spend the next several minutes just kissing, your mouth alternating sides to both men showing them equal attention. Hands wander somewhat lazily but for the most part it stays pretty tame for all three of you, just relaxing and enjoying being intimately close to both of them is a truly beautiful feeling you quickly discover and find yourself not wanting it to end. However, as things tend to do, the wandering touches and tongues tend to get a little heated and soon Marcus is murmuring against your lips, asking if you want to take this elsewhere and, oh god do you.

Dave steps out first, quickly toweling off before holding it open for you to step into. You take his offered hand as he helps you out of the tub and wraps the towel around your shoulders. Marcus climbs out just behind you and you giggle at the playfulness when Dave lightly snaps a second towel at Marcus, hitting him in the hip with it like they’re a couple of high-schoolers in the locker room after gym class. Marcus jumps slightly but is laughing as well as he yanks the towel from Dave’s grasp and secures it low on his hips.

“Bed, now” Dave rasps low against your ear as he leans down towards you and you certainly don’t need telling twice. You unwrap the towel from around your chest and let it drop to the floor before taking one of each of their hands and leading them out of the bathroom, through the living room and back into the bedroom.

You stop near the foot of the bed, an idea coming over you that has your cheeks rising in temperature. Dave and Marcus both stop on either side of you and then you gently sink to your knees between them on the plush carpeting.

“Shit” Marcus breathes, hand immediately going to pull the towel free from his body so it falls to the floor. He sucks in a breath and then pushes a hand through his hair before his gaze settles back on you, on your knees, two very interested cocks hanging just inches from your face.

You turn your head towards Dave first, head tilting up towards him as you dutifully open your mouth, bat your eyelashes at him and wait. The smirk that crosses his features actually causes you to have to clench your thighs together momentarily as you feel the wetness beginning to seep out of you.

“That’s our good girl” Dave praises before roughly grabbing the underside of your chin, leaning down and spitting right into your mouth.

The moment his saliva hits your tongue you turn again, your mouth immediately enveloping Marcus who’s already near fully hard just from the bathtub and what had transpired in the last thirty seconds or so. You’ll never tire of how turned on your husband gets with you.

Your right hand comes up to tease Dave, inching up his thigh, rubbing across the lowest part of his abdomen and eventually fingertips dancing along his cock as you continue to take Marcus down your throat, smearing yours and Dave’s saliva all over him as you sloppily blow him.

“Oh fuck,” Marcus whines, hand coming down to run through your hair. You look up at him, eyes wide and the best smile you can manage while he’s halfway down your throat and after a few more bobs of your head you pull off of him, a trail of saliva still connecting the two of you.

“Come here” he groans, surprising you in the best possible way as he mirrors Dave’s earlier actions, forcing your mouth open with the grip he holds on your chin and you hold your tongue out until he spits directly onto it. He turns your face away from him by the force of his hand on your chin and pushes you towards Dave who you greedily take into your mouth next, taking him as far as you comfortably can and then swallowing down and repeating the action.

“Fuck sweetheart, god damnit” Dave curses, head tilting back as he closes his eyes and you feel him pulse and swell inside your mouth as he quickly hardens to full mast.

You moan against his length, licking and sucking and swallowing before you turn your attention back over to Marcus and do the same, your hand now giving Dave the attention that your mouth can’t.

You go down on them for as long as either of them can stand it, which is only a couple of minutes before they’re both hauling you up, each with a hand under one of your arms and bringing you to your feet.

Dave lightly shoves at Marcus’ shoulder, forcing him to the bed and he quickly obliges, scrambling up the mattress before lying flat on his back, leaving you to stand at the end of the bed with Dave still at your side.

“Ride him baby” Dave instructions with a nod of his head gesturing at your husband. A smile crosses your lips and you climb onto the bed, straddling over his hips and getting ready to situate yourself on his cock.

“Other way. Face me” Dave demands and you look back to see him dragging the arm chair to the end of the bed where he takes a seat and lazily begins stroking himself.

You do as you're told, turning around until your back is to Marcus and your gaze settles on Dave. Marcus helps maneuver you just right into the reverse cowgirl position, lifting your hips and aligning himself at your entrance before you slowly sink down, eyes closing of their own omission and a soft moan leaving your lips.

“Eyes on me” Dave barks, snapping his fingers at you to command your attention. He smirks and rewards you with a muttered ‘good girl’ when your eyes immediately snap open and focus on him.

You start slow. Easing yourself up and down on top of Marcus, his strong hands on your hips guiding your movements but his body otherwise remaining still, letting you take all you need from him first, and you do. Before long you begin to grind down against him, working up the friction that sends tingles all the way down your spine and soon you’re throwing your head back, lost to the all-consuming lust as you feel your first orgasm quickly approaching. Marcus notices your stuttered movements and takes his queue to begin lifting his hips, fucking up into you from where he lay underneath you on the mattress. His hips snap hard and fast, grip on your waist getting tighter as he forces you downwards with each of his upwards thrusts and the loud, wanton moans and string of curse words that leave your mouth bounce off every wall of the room as he fucks you into oblivion.

“Oh my god, baby, holy fuck!” you cry out, eyes slamming shut as Marcus continues to drill into you. He’s relentless in his thrusts and you can tell by the heavy breathing from behind you that he’s exerting himself.

“Oh I’m gonna cum!” You warn, knuckles turning white where they hold on for dear life as Marcus fucks harder and faster into you.

“Yeah? Fuck. Let go honey” Marcus encourages, his breaths ragged and short, grip on your hips near bruising as he pushes himself to near exhaustion to bring you to your completion and it doesn’t take long. A few more perfectly timed pumps of his hips slamming into you and you’re gone, your orgasm crashing into you like a freight train that has you seeing stars behind your eyelids from how tightly you’ve got them screwed shut. Marcus doesn’t let up either. He keeps up his pace as your walls clench and contract around him, paying attention to each of your little cries and whines until he knows you’ve reached that delicate line between pleasure and overstimulation and only then does he finally begin to slow, hands still guiding your hips as he reduces his pace to long drawn out slides of his still hard cock in and out of your wet heat. You’re trembling above him, thankful for Marcus’ hands on your body to help keep you upright as you float back down to earth. Eventually his thrusts stop entirely and he just holds you still there, trying to keep his own orgasm at bay so he can go another round with you and thankfully for him Dave gives him the reprieve he needs as he kneels onto the bed in front of you, forces your gaze to his with a firm grip of his hand around your jaw.

“That was a good one wasn’t it Sweetheart?” Dave asks, though the completely fucked out expression on your face gives him all the answer he needs and he chuckles.

“Yeah it was,” he answers for you. “Saw you cream all over his cock from halfway across the room” he laughs.

“Now,” he sighs, eyes scanning down your body to where you’re still firmly seated on your husband. His free hand comes down and firmly pinches your left nipple between his thumb and forefinger and tugs hard, eliciting a little yelp from you as you’re forced forward towards him. His lips at your ear, he takes the lobe and grazes his teeth against it before he breathes into it “be the good little cock slut that you are and clean up your mess”

You whimper your compliance, gently nodding your head as you push yourself up and off of Marcus, whining at the slow drag of his cock against your walls until you’re fully off of him and flip yourself over once Dave has released you from his grasp. Before you pull yourself away however Marcus wraps a hand around your bicep and tugs you forward, kissing you soundly for several long moments until you both need to pull away to catch your breaths.

“I love you” he whispers softly against your lips, the words loud enough for only you to catch them. You say them right back and press a quick peck to his lips again before you begin to crawl backwards down the bed until you’re on hands and knees, face hovering just above his raging need for you.

A sharp smack reverberates off all four walls of the otherwise silent bedroom as Dave’s large hand comes down across your ass before grabbing a handful of it and squeezing, kneading the soft and supple flesh in his hand before he lowers his head and places a soft kiss to the same spot. “Ain’t got all day Sweetheart” he tuts, hand going back to massaging the tissue of your reddened cheek. “Be a good girl for me and do as you’re told and Daddy will play with this sweet little ass, how’s that sound?”

You don’t bother with a verbal response, just immediately lower your head down to wrap your lips around your husbands throbbing member, taking it deep into your throat on the first go and he lets out a groan from above you, hand instinctively coming down to rest on top of your head and a whispered ‘fuck’ leaving his lips.

“That’s a good girl” you hear Dave chuckling behind you, and then all coherent thought leaves your brain when he hastily spreads your cheeks wide for him and presses his tongue against your puckered flesh. Your hips jolt forward on instinct but Dave’s left hand quickly comes up to grab hold of your waist, forcing you still and he resumes his actions. He starts by flattening his tongue, taking turns stiffening it and then relaxing it as he works it against you, then short little flicks of the tip against your hole, gradually progressing to slowly working it just inside your entrance and you cry out in pleasure, your mouth leaving your husband momentarily as you crane your neck as best you can to see Dave behind you.

“Holy fuck, don’t stop” you whine, bringing your hand up to wrap around your husband where your mouth has left him.

“Mmm hmmm” Dave mumbles into your flesh, still completely focused on his task. He continues to lick and kiss and prod at you with his tongue for several long moments until finally he releases you by landing another hard smack to your ass and then yanking you upright until you’re up on your knees with your back to his chest and his large arm wraps around your middle holding you to him, your hand falling away from your husband.

“Need to fuck you” he confesses, sounding well worked up already (and if his voice didn’t give it away, the hard throbbing bulge currently pressing into your lower back certainly did). His hand snakes down between your legs and deft fingers part your folds, spreading your slick around. “Ready for me Sweetheart?”

“Fuck. Please” you manage in a breathy whimper. You don’t care that you’ve barely recovered from your last orgasm with Marcus, you need to feel Dave inside of you. Now.

Hearing your enthusiastic consent Dave doesn’t waste any time. Marcus pushes himself over to the side to allow you two some more room and within moments Dave has you flipped over onto your back and pinned down near the bottom of the bed just as he slides off of it so he can hover over you. He brings your right leg up to rest on his left shoulder and his right arm wraps around it to hold himself steady while he slides inside of you and begins to pound into you from his standing position, slightly bent over you with his left arm reaching out so his large hand can wrap around your throat and gently squeeze, just the way he knows you like it.

“That’s it, fucking take it” he growls through gritted teeth as his hips piston back and forth at a relentless and rough pace. You’re a whining whimpering mess beneath him. Every time his cock slams into you it’s like you can feel it in your stomach with how deep he is and all you can do is lie there and take it, panting and moaning and begging him to use you.

“Fuck” you hear Marcus whimper from somewhere next to you, you’re too fucked out to really focus on anything but the way Dave’s dick continues to deliciously torture your abused pussy but you know that Marcus is watching and apparently enjoying what he sees as he takes his own pleasure by way of his hand.

“Like watching your wife’s pussy get destroyed, hmm?” Dave taunts your husband, teeth still bared as he continues to fuck hard and fast. “Love watching her take all of this cock so well” he continues on, clearly a little lost in his own lust as his eyes fall shut and he focuses on his breathing to keep up his stamina.

“Yes. Oh fuck, yes” Marcus whines and you manage to turn your head just enough to watch him, head thrown back as he fucks into his own fist. He’s close, you can see it on his face.

Dave changes positions suddenly, bringing your leg down and his hand leaves your throat. He pushes you slightly up the bed to leave enough room so he can get up to kneel on the bed between your legs before he slips back inside you, holding both of your knees open with his large hands and fucking into you at a much more relaxed pace now.

“Get on top of her, feed her your cock” Dave instructs and Marcus obliges all too quickly, shuffling up the mattress and swinging one leg over you so he’s over top of you, knees planted on the bed on either sides of your shoulders and his body between you and Dave, his back to Dave. He reaches for a couple of pillows and props them under your head so you’re comfortably able to take him in your mouth without craning your neck too much and you do just that, surging forward to envelop every inch of him into your throat and he moans the moment your lips wrap around him.

Dave keeps up a steady pace, his hips snapping into you still hard and deep, just not as rough or fast as before but it’s still more than enough to have you reeling. Thank god he had let up slightly so you can somewhat focus with whatever faculties you have left on sucking off Marcus. He feeds you his cock, just as Dave instructed. At some point his hand wraps around the back of your head and he begins rocking his hips harder and faster as he fucks into your throat, completely oblivious to anything but his own pleasure at this point and it turns you on so much when he gets like this. He’s moaning freely and uttering little phrases of praise for how good you’re making him feel when suddenly his voice slightly constricts and you hear him gasp for a breath. You open your eyes and look up to see that one of Dave’s hands has come up to wrap around the front of Marcus’s throat, the other firmly gripped on his shoulder to give himself more leverage to rock his hips into you. You openly moan at the sight. Dave with his hands on Marcus while they both take their pleasure out on you is one of the most erotic things you’ve ever seen and you keep your gaze locked on them, wanting to commit this exact image to memory so you’ll never forget it.

Marcus’ thrusts into your mouth grow sloppy as Dave’s hand stays wrapped around his throat, applying what you know is the precise amount of pressure to make him see stars behind his eyes as Dave so often does for you. It’s something you’ve never tried on Marcus before but watching him now losing himself above you, you know how much he’s enjoying it.

“Colour” Dave demands of Marcus. Though you’re both pretty certain of what his answer will be, Dave checks in with him all the same, easing his grip from his throat to allow Marcus to answer clearly.

“Green. Fuck. Green!” Marcus manages, breathing laboured and face pulled tight as he tries so hard to hold back his impending orgasm, wanting to hold on to how good this feels just a little while longer if he can.

Dave’s thrusts into you slow as he focuses more of his attention on Marcus, leaning further forward into the other man, his forehead resting against Marcus’ temple and a wide grin spreading across his lips as he listens to Marcus’ whimpers and whines. His grip tightens around the younger man’s throat once more.

“Good. Now be a good boy and come for your Daddy” Dave growls hotly right against your husband's ear, letting go of his throat again just as Marcus finally loses it. With a strangled cry and a string of colourful curse words, Marcus comes down your throat and at the same moment, your walls flutter around Dave’s cock, so turned on just by Dave’s words and Marcus’ orgasm it's enough to send you over the edge with him as you swallow down everything Marcus has to give you. Dave stills inside of you once your peak ends, still hard as a rock as he hadn’t finished yet.

“Oh my god, fuck” Marcus groans as he slips out of your mouth but otherwise doesn’t move, apart from his body taking it’s heaving breaths.

“Good boy. Good fucking boy” Dave praises, wrapping a hand around your husbands chest and pulling him back until Marcus’ shoulders rest against Dave’s front. Dave presses his lips to Marcus’ sweaty temple before his arm gives him one final squeeze and he releases him, pressing him forward again so Marcus can regain his balance and swing his leg back over so he’s no longer straddling over top of you and he immediately flips over and collapses on his back next to you, utterly spent and chest still heaving with his laboured breaths.

“Think we wore him out sweetheart” Dave winks at you, a shit eating grin playing on his lips letting you know he’s more than satisfied he was able to get both of you off simultaneously. You glance over to your exhausted husband and reach a hand out to push through the damp sweat covered hair that sticks to his forehead and push it back as he lets out a little chuckle, dazed out smile playing on his lips. You’re pretty sure you’ve had that exact expression on your face many times after Dave pushes you to your limits until you experience the most earth-shattering orgasm.

“Was probably about time we showed your husband a little perspective” Dave comments. “Let him learn why you like what you like first hand” he explains as he slowly begins rocking his hips back into you, reminding you without words that he isn’t done with you yet.

“Fuck, Dave, I can’t” you whine. Your cunt is positively throbbing and you don’t know how much more you can take.

“You can,” he counters, his harsh tone leaving no room for argument. “You give me one more then I’ll let you rest. C’mon sweetheart” he says the last words softer, leaning over you to gently grasp your chin in his hand and tilt your head towards him as he rocks into you slow and deep, hitting that perfect spot inside of you. He continues thrusting slowly and soon pleasure overtakes any feelings of discomfort.

“Colour?”

“Fuck, green” you manage, despite yourself. He’s making you feel so fucking good again, you want to give him one more. Want to be his good girl.

“Good girl” he grins at you.

There it is.

“Up, hands and knees” he instructs, slipping out of you and helping you into position before he plunges back into you from behind and stills once he bottoms out, allowing you a moment to adjust to the new angle before he slowly begins to slide in and out of you at a lazy pace.

“Oh my fuck!” you cry out at how deep inside you he is.

“Are you ready baby? I wanna fuck you proper now” he tells you and you instantly feel a lump in your throat as well as an intense heat pooling in your belly. For Dave, fucking you ‘properly’ usually means railing into you until your eyes nearly pop out of your head. It’s a surefire way to get him off relatively quickly though you know by now and you could probably all use the break.

“Yes. Fuck me Daddy” you breathe out, knowing it’s what he wants to hear.

“Give me your arms” he growls suddenly, yanking your arms up behind your back and wrapping one of his hands around them, holding you hostage to him while his other hand grabs at your shoulder for even more leverage as he begins to slam into you at a relentless pace.

Maybe you’re being dramatic, but it feels like he’s fucking you within an inch of your life. You’re whimpering and whining and babbling a bunch of incoherent “oh my god”’s and “fuck”’s and “right there”’s as Dave slams into you over and over, practically growling from behind you as he takes what he needs.

“One more baby, one fucking more, come on” he groans in a desperate plea. Your walls tighten around him but you just don’t have another orgasm in you. Or, so you thought, until suddenly you’re crying out when Marcus’ hand reaches out to rub frantic circles at your clit and seconds later your cunt spasms around Dave’s cock, wave after wave of your peak crashing over you until you’re spent and you flop forward into the mattress as Dave gently releases your arms and pulls out of you just in time to hastily tug on his cock a few times until spurts of his white hot seed paint your lower back and the top of your ass.

“Fuck!” he curses loudly, breathes coming hard and fast while he still lazily strokes his spent cock, sitting back on his heels.

“God damn baby” he sighs, exhausted. “You’re so fucking good” he praises, his thumb lightly pressing into the flesh at your back and smearing his own cum around, marking you as his before he eventually flops down on his back next to you on the mattress on the opposite side from Marcus and you immediately snuggle up to him.

“I’ll get a towel” Marcus murmurs to you, now that he’s had time to recuperate he’s the only one with functional limbs it would seem so he gets up to wet a towel with warm water and brings it back to begin gently cleaning you up from where you lay still half sprawled on top of Dave.

“I love you” you sigh sleepily as the warm towel gently glides across your lower back and between your legs until you're cleaned up and its tossed aside.

“Happy birthday Honey” are the last words you hear from your husband before sleep hastily overcomes you both.

Unfortunately for Dave, sleep doesn’t come as easily as he replays your last three words over and over on a loop in his mind. Surely you meant them for your husband, but your arm was draped over him, your lips murmuring the words into his heated flesh as you said them aloud and now he can’t get them out of his fucking head.

As minutes or maybe even hours tick by and he still lays there with his gaze fixed to the ceiling, the only thought that crosses Dave’s mind is that he needs to get out of there. Needs to leave.

It was never supposed to be this way, so why can’t he seem to pull himself away from you? From either of you?

Fuck.

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Eres Mía- Chapter 1

Top right gif by: @uuuhshiny , bottom left gif by: @thirstworldproblemss

Pairing: Dave York x Spanish-speaking f!reader (Spanish translation will be provided at the end.)

Word count: 7.4k+

Chapter summary: Your husband comes home and reveals that both of your lives are in danger. The only option is for him to go into hiding. Despite your reluctance, you find yourself agreeing to his plan, knowing it is the best course of action. You spend one last night together, cherishing each moment until the time comes for your eventual reunion.

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Rating: 18+ Explicit content (MDNI). Warning contains spoilers, but please read if you'd like!!! They are below the cut.

Chapter warnings: Angst, fluff, talk of divorce, oral (female and male receiving), semi-rough blow job, dirty talk, unprotected PIV sex, slight breeding kink, cream pie, light talk of pregnancy, cum eating (I hope I didn’t forget anything, it’s been about five years since I wrote this.)

A/N: I apologize for the lack of plot, but I promise it will pick up in the following chapters.

Without even realizing it, Dave felt the weight of danger pressing heavily upon his broad shoulders as he cautiously stepped through the front door. 

"Love?" he called out, his voice tinged with a mix of relief and anticipation, knowing that you would be home.

Your voice carried a smile as you responded, "In here! I'm just cleaning up some dishes. Hice unas galletas de limón, and they're in the oven."

As he followed the sound of your voice, his heart melted at the sight of you, and a bittersweet ache settled within him. Oh, I’m going to miss her so much, he thought. His eyes welled up with tears as he braced himself for the words he needed to say to you. His gaze met yours, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for everything happening.

When you turn around to greet him, a flicker of surprise dances across your features when you see Dave’s expression. His eyes, usually filled with warmth and love, were clouded with what appeared to be fear. Your heart quivered, sensing that something was terribly wrong. And as he held eye contact, his voice trembled with a rare vulnerability.

His words spilled forth, laced with anguish, each syllable tearing him from the inside. "I have to tell you something, something that’s killing me. A job... it went fucking wrong, and now there's a bounty on my head. I fear for your safety, my love. It's only a matter of time before they find out about our relationship, and they won't hesitate to take away what I love most in this world." His once steady and comforting hands now trembled as he reached out to touch your face, seeking solace in the midst of all the chaos.

A heavy silence enveloped the room, the weight of his words shattering the tranquility of your shared existence. A thousand emotions surged within you, their collective force threatening to consume your very being. Fear, sadness, and an overwhelming desire to protect the man you loved intertwined, fueling the agony in your heart.

His voice cracked with the weight of his confession, "The only solution is to... baby, we have to get a divorce, and I have to go into hiding." The pain etched across his face revealed the immensity of his struggle. You could see the toll this decision had taken on him.

He continued, "Once they see that we are no longer married, their focus will be on me, and you will no longer have a target on your head." The weight of his words settled in the air, the gravity of the sacrifice he was making evident in every syllable.

Reluctantly, you spoke, your voice quivering with a mix of love and anguish, "But Dave, the thought of divorcing and separating from you... it feels like tearing my soul apart. I don't want to be apart from you, especially not like this. Isn't there any other way?"

Dave's gaze intensified, his eyes searching your face for understanding. "Believe me, my love, this tears me apart too. But I can't bear the thought of you being in danger because of me. If we stay together, we'll be putting both our lives at risk. This is the only way to protect you, to keep you safe."

Tears well up in your eyes as you realized the immense love and sacrifice in his decision. "But what about us, Dave? Our dreams, our future together?" Your voice trembled, choked with anguish and the ache of longing, as you desperately clung to the fragments of the life you had built.

He took your hands in his, his touch offering a fleeting moment of solace. "I promise you, with all my heart, that once everything settles, I will come back for you. I will marry you again, and we'll live the life we've always dreamed of. There will be no one else for me, my love. Please, trust me in this."

The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, and though you yearned for a different outcome, you knew deep down that this was the only choice. The pain of separation threatened to consume you, but you knew that it paled in comparison to the terror of losing him. Oh, this hurts so much, but losing him forever? I don't think I'd be able to handle it. Accepting it was a painful task, but deep down, you understood that sacrifice was the only path to ensure his survival.

"Of course, I trust you," you affirmed, your words infused with a steadfast conviction. "Let's go upstairs."

He raised his eyebrows, a flicker of surprise mingling with his love-struck gaze.

Your hands tenderly traced the contours of his sharp jaw, your touch a gentle reassurance that transcended words. Slowly, your lips found the corner of his, planting a soft, lingering kiss. The path of your kisses continued, tracing down to the curve of his mandibular angle. "I want to cherish my husband before he goes away for a while." You whispered, voice filled with love and lust.

Dave ducked his head towards you, while gently cradling your neck, and his lips pressed down against yours.

“Mmm…” you moaned out softly and sweetly against his plump lips.

The warmth of his mouth sent shivers down your spine as your hands traveled up his chest and his thick arms. His grip tightens around your waist which causes you to feel his muscles flex beneath his shirt as you lean further into him. His other hand snakes its way up to cup your face lovingly.

The kisses were soft and slow at first, but they eventually grew heavy. “Ah” you breathe out when you feel Dave’s tongue tangle with yours.

Your breathing gets heavier as you feel him lean even closer towards you, your heart pounding wildly in your chest. The sounds he makes are husky and deep, sending tingles down your spine. His fingers tangled themselves into your hair, tugging slightly before lightly sliding through the strands. Every nerve ending was screaming out from every inch of contact. You loved it when he kissed you like this. No one had ever touched you like this, until Dave. The fervent way he took your mouth, the way he lapped at your pussy until all he could taste was you, the way he would finger you until you were soaking and ready for him, the way he rocked into you until you were shaking from multiple orgasms and all blissed out, the way he took care of you after. Fuck, I’m going to miss him. 

Ahh, oh god, he’s making me feel all hot. Another wave of heat and desire coursed through your veins as his touch ignited a feverish fire within you. In his embrace, you felt an intoxicating combination of passion and tenderness, a unique blend that left you at a loss for words. How could you possibly describe the way he kissed you and caressed you with such fervor and yet with a delicate touch that made your heart flutter?

“Darling, I’m so sorry.” Dave spoke softly against your lips, pulling away, kissing your forehead, and then trailing light touches over your cheekbones and across your jawline. It wasn’t long until he pulled away and looked at you apologetically.

“No, Dave, don’t apologize to me.” You smiled reassuringly at him. “I understand that your job isn’t always easy…” you trailed off, as your eyes filled with tears. “Don’t be sorry, okay? Just keep on kissing me, baby.” You grab him from his shirt, wrinkling in the process, and pull him back to your lips.

His lips find yours once again, "Anything for you babygirl." He smiles against your lips, his words a tender promise that resonated deep within your heart. 

His lips were gentle and soft and tasted like blueberries and mint, from his daily snack, and your entire body lit up as he deepened the kiss. When you finally broke apart for air, you both laughed in relief. “So now that our mouths have been ravished by each other, can you please touch me more?” You giggled, your cheeks slightly flushing. You grabbed his hand and laced your fingers together as you gazed at each other adoringly. 

He squeezed your hand in response. “Yes, my love. Like I said, anything for you.” He grinned at you happily. "Do you want my fingers or my mouth first?" 

His thumb stroked back and forth across the back of your hand softly, and he gave you a smirk and a wink. Your breath caught in your throat, and your knees weakened slightly as your heart soared. Oh god, he’s perfect. You thought. "Mouth, Dave, I want your mouth on my pussy, please." You beg. 

He chuckled and cupped your cheek, pressing a light kiss to your temple before he led you to the bed. “As you wish, love.” Dave teased. You were so desperate to feel Dave's body against you that you whined in your head, He looks so handsome in his work clothes, but even better naked. What is he doing still dressed? I want everything off.

He placed you on the bed and removed his shirt slowly. He briefly paused, glancing at you, before dropping his clothes to the floor along with his belt. You gasp seeing your husband bare and you take him in. He’s so beautiful… His black hair, his dark eyes, his prominent nose, his full bottom lip and his thinner top one, his jaw and the stubble that adorns his handsome face, his neck, his broad shoulders, his slight stomach, and oh god… his cock… it’s so thick and hard already.  You bite your lips at the sight of your husband putting a little show for you. You want to reach out to him but he climbs onto the bed and straddles your legs, staring into your eyes with lustful eyes.

“God you look beautiful, babygirl.” He whispered. You felt his breath on your earlobe. He moved to your collarbone and sucked gently on it. A shiver ran down your spine. “Me? Have you looked at yourself?” You responded your voice a mere breath, heavy with longing and adoration. “You’re fucking perfect…”

Dave chuckled softly at your admiration for him. He reached his hand out and grabbed your wrist and began to pull at your fingers. 

“I don’t care what I look like, my wife is even prettier.” He teased, biting his lip.

You couldn’t even argue with him when he started lightly trailing his hands over your still-clothed body. 

“Dave,” you moaned out. “Please!” he smiled and moved back up to your lips, kissing you deeply. Mhm! I love his lips on mine, but I want them somewhere else.

“Please baby, I want you to touch me…” you pleaded quietly. 

He smirked down at you. "Patience, love. I need to get you undressed first."

"Oh, god…" you whimpered, feeling your panties getting wetter, and your nipples hardening under his gaze. He gently grazes his teeth against the skin on your collarbone causing you to squirm underneath him. "Almost there," Dave told you, "Just let me take your clothes off."

He pushed it up and off your shoulders and allowed it to cascade down your arms. Then, without warning, he leaned forward and nibbled on your neck, leaving behind a trail of fiery kisses. You let out another moan and arched your back slightly when he nuzzled the sensitive skin there. He admired your form for a few seconds before his thick fingers moved down to unbutton your jeans. He slid them down your hips, tossing them aside. You watched eagerly, your breaths quickening as he took his time removing your underwear.

The expression that graced his face was one you knew all too well, a blend of adoration and hunger, with just a look on his face, you knew you could never doubt the connection you shared. It never ceased to make your heart flutter, to remind you of the depth of his passion and the intensity of his love. In his eyes, you found solace, acceptance, and love.

"Beautiful..." he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible. He gently rubbed his thumb against your bare hip before pulling back his head to look at you again. He leaned forward and planted featherlight kisses on each side of your neck before taking a firm hold of your naked ass. 

You gasped softly, feeling his lips and teeth graze on your flesh. “Oh…” you hummed into his shoulder. “Dave…” You groaned. His lips continued their journey down your neck and across your collarbone. 

You felt your pussy begin to water further as you felt his large hands slip between your legs, massaging you slowly. You were desperate for his touch. "Dave, please…" You whined.

"Shh, darling, I'm almost done." Once again, he kissed along your neck and collarbone and then began to suck on your left nipple with his teeth causing you to gasp.

You moaned and threw your head back in pleasure. He continued to tease you until you were writhing underneath him. Dave caught your right nipple and he roughly pinched and rolled it between his thumb and index finger, while he continued to suck at your other breast.

“Ah!” You shivered beneath him and you clutched the sheets beneath you, arching your back slightly. “Nngh! Dave!” You whimpered and you didn’t think you could bear it anymore.

"You're so fucking beautiful, baby." Dave groaned out in satisfaction.

"Please, Dave." You begged desperately.

He released your nipples and pulled away slightly from you. He moved his attention from your breasts to your abdomen, tracing small circles across your skin with his lips. Oh, Dave. He’s so good to me… A chorus of breathy gasps and soft moans escaped your lips as he peppered kisses over your belly button, his affectionate exploration inching lower with every blissful moment.

"Mmmm," he murmured, his warm breath caressing your skin, a melodic sound that echoed the depths of his desire. His fingers brushed the hair that covered your most sensitive area causing you to cry out in ecstasy, igniting an inferno of sensation that rendered you helpless to its intoxicating power. A cry of ecstasy escaped your lips, blending with the symphony of pleasure that swirled around you.

With grace, Dave lowered himself, his gaze locked with yours, brimming with both adoration and a raw hunger that mirrored your own. His hands delicately placed your legs on his broad, bare shoulders and he moved you down with him so you could be at the edge of the bed.

His eyes held the same admiration and love as he stared at you as if you were his only goal in life. It was enough to put you in a daze. You couldn't tear your eyes away from him either. He looked so handsome, so sexy wearing nothing, kneeling in front of you. You wanted him, so badly, your body ached.

The strength in his arms flexed, his muscles taut as he held you securely. A momentary pause filled the air as he licked his lips, a subtle flicker of anticipation dancing in his eyes. His gaze, adorned with long, dark lashes, met yours, an intensity mingling with gentle tenderness, and a knowing smile played at the corners of his mouth.

"Please, Dave," you breathed out. "I need...you...now!" you panted desperately. 

As the words hung in the air, your chest rising and falling with each rapid breath, you couldn't help but marvel at the sight before you. Dave, on his knees, devoting himself to your pleasure. The sight of him in this vulnerable position stirred a sensation within you, a surreal mix of awe and adoration. I'll never get used to seeing him on his knees for me you thought dreamily.

In a swift motion, he closed the remaining distance by lowering his head and sliding his hands under your ass to bring you his mouth. With practiced ease, he engulfed your clit in his mouth and lightly suckled on it. Your moans grew louder as he gently stroked your sensitive flesh with his tongue, his teeth occasionally grazing your already throbbing clit. "Mmm...ah! Yes! Dave, fuck..." you cried out in delight.

You kept screaming out in pleasure and he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, keeping you flush with him. Your head fell back, your eyelids fluttering closed as your mind became clouded with sensations and the overwhelming feeling of his warm mouth.

His mouth went further down, licking you from your clit all the way to your entrance. He then wrapped his lips around one of your folds, licking and sucking gently on your entrance while his fingers played with your clit lightly. Dave groaned at the feeling of your wet hot cunt in his mouth and how you were throbbing against his tongue. He pulled back and looked down at you with a smirk plastered on his face. “Such a sweet girl.” Dave praised.

When he was on his knees, Dave was always hit hard by a powerful surge of wanting to be with you, to reward you, and to taste you. The way she looks right now… so blissed out. Fuck, I need more of her, Dave thought. Once more, he seized hold of your hips and forcefully parted your thighs further before burying his head between your thighs and hungrily licking at your tight, aching cunt.

“Ah! D-dave!” you gasped.

Dave felt a primal desire between your parted thighs. His warm breath caressed your skin, sending ripples of anticipation through your body. With an instinctual urge, he leaned forward, his tongue pressing firmly against your wet entrance. Dave shook his head up and down creating a delicious rhythm while shoving his tongue against your entrance and moaning directly into your pussy. 

The intensity of the moment flooded his senses. His tongue expertly explored the contours of your cunt, tracing every delicate fold and crevice, savoring the very essence of your desire. The taste of you, sweet, tangy, and intoxicating, ignited a fire within him, fueling his hunger for more, and making his tongue dive even deeper. His mind swirled with primal thoughts, consumed by the overwhelming sensation of your essence filling his senses.

Fuck, she tastes so... so good... mmmm, Dave's thoughts echoed in his mind. He loved eating you out not just for your pleasure, but also for his own. The combination of your unique taste, the subtle muskiness, and the heady mixture of arousal intoxicated him, amplifying his hunger for you. Every delicate moan and whimper that escaped your lips only spurred him further, driving him to seek out your most sensitive spots with fervent devotion.

The symphony of your cries and the rhythmic movements of your hips guided him, urging him deeper into your pussy, unleashing waves of pleasure that cascaded through your body.

Your body trembled uncontrollably as waves of pleasure surged through every fiber of your being. The overwhelming sensations threatened to overpower your ability to stay upright, causing your elbows to buckle beneath the weight of your pleasure. Desperately seeking support, your hands fumbled behind you, and soon your fingertips brushed against a silky pillow.

Urgently, you grasped the pillow, your fingers tightly gripping the fabric as you guided it behind your back. As the softness of the pillow met your burning skin, it allowed you to enjoy the view of your husband without straining yourself. 

“Mmm, I want you to cum right in my mouth, babygirl,” Dave encouraged you. “I know you’re close.” 

“Mhm,” you whimpered. You tangle your fingers into Dave's hair and tug at it as you grind against his hot mouth. "So close, baby. Ahh!”

Dave immediately grasped your hips, to support you, and he watched in awe as your bare breasts bounced and your hips moved, rising and falling against his face. 

“Ohh! Nngh…ah!” you moaned heavily. “Sh-shit, I’m g-gonna c-cum – Dave! Ah!” 

“Fuck, c’mon, cum for me my love.” 

He grabbed your hips and pressed you up against his mouth, growling directly into your pussy and his nose brushed up against your clit. 

Your body shudders in response to the contact, the friction making you tremble uncontrollably. 

"Come for me, princess." He coaxed.

“Mm-mierda!,” you cried out, grabbing onto his hair tightly. Your nails lightly scratched his scalp, making him grunt out of pleasure.

“Ah! c-cumming! I’m cumming!” you cried out loudly. Your hair sticks to your forehead as your body overheats, and for a moment, you blank out. 

The only thing you were capable of doing was to scream loudly, your orgasm exploding into Dave's mouth. 

You let out a pool of cum, coating Dave's face with it. He grinned, enjoying the taste of your juices dripping onto his tongue. He eagerly drank it all down and appreciated every single drop. 

The taste of you made his cock twitch involuntarily. He felt his balls tighten even more at the taste of your cum flooding his tongue.

He quickly moved to lick you clean, using his tongue to drive you insane. He held you steady with strong arms, through your overstimulation, while making sure not to hurt you or cause any discomfort. 

“Verg-ahh, Amor, ah!” 

As the aftershocks of your orgasm rocked your entire body, your vision became blurry with tears. You no longer had a clear vision of Dave, but you heard him groan loudly, the sounds reverberating in his throat. He swallowed every last drop of your cum as he continued to kiss you, savoring every single drop, not wanting it to ever leave his mouth

"Mm, mm, mmpfh!" Overstimulated, you let out a combination of gasps and moans. 

When Dave finally lapped the last of your cum, he pulled away from your cunt and placed light butterfly kisses on your thighs. 

"There we go, sweetheart," he beamed, his smile brimming with satisfaction. "Limpiecita."

You smiled widely up at him, a sense of euphoria running through your body. You felt like you couldn't quite contain your happiness. 

“You’re so good to me, my love,” you said breathlessly. “None of my exes bothered to learn Spanish at your level, and now look at you. Todo un experto.” You say, voice filled with genuine admiration for the man who never gave you the bare minimum.

With a slight accent, he continued, "Sabes que haría cualquier cosa por ti." 

“I know mi esposo, and that’s why te mereces una recompensa. ¿Te parece?” You ask him suggestively, smiling devilishly.

"What are you thinking, love?" he asked with a grin. 

"Well, I was thinking how much I really want to taste you. Of how much I want your cock in my mouth."

His eyes sparkled at your words, and he flips you over so that he’s the one on the bed now. "Then taste me, babe. Make me yours." he murmurs.

Dave nearly choked on air when he saw you lower to your knees, your lips slightly trembling with eagerness, finally parting your lips for him, eagerly awaiting his dick.

A low growl escaped from his throat as his eyes took in the image of you, your naked body glistening with sweat and your eyes fixed solely on his cock, ready for whatever he would give you.

Mmm, Dave thought, admiring the perfect shape of your lips now open, just waiting for him to fill your pretty little mouth with his cock, but not his cum because he wanted to cum inside you this first round. 

“Good girl.”

Dave watched as the tip of his already leaking length gently pushed open your lips wider, and then the length of his cock gradually started to sink inside your lovely mouth. He exhaled softly. 

You let out a moan, closing your eyes as your lips enveloped and swallowed every single drop that leaked from him. It was delicious, and his cock pulsed inside of your mouth, filling you completely. 

Your delicate tongue felt the warmth and weight of his cock. You bobbed your head as your hot, wet tongue danced around his cock.

As soon as Dave felt your tongue brush up against him, he internally groaned. Oh fuck, I just want to wreck that little mouth of hers… Mm no, I have to be gentle right now so I don't hurt her. Dave thought.

You gave it your all for him, so intent on taking him in that as you moved up and down his length, your saliva began to wet your lips giving them a pretty shine.

"Such a good girl," Dave smirked and stated with appreciation. "My baby always does her best for me, right?

You pushed your head forward on his dick and mumbled, "Mmpfh," incoherently in response.

He questioned you knowingly, "How do I taste, baby?" 

"Mmmmm, so fucking good…"

Fuck, Dave's heart skipped a beat, his breathing hitched. Fuck, I love hearing her talk about me like this. I know she's not lying, I can tell.

As Dave attempted to make his way into your throat, he added, “Sweetheart, you might have to get messier." While he was aware that his cock needed to go deeper, he didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

You did your best to suck his cock and swallow as much of him as you could. He did taste good, so fucking good, and you loved having his cock's ridges gliding back and forth between your lips and its weight pressing onto your tongue. But as his cock started to react, thickening and growing longer, you started to fit only a fraction of him into your mouth.

You pulled away and kissed the tip of his cock while panting.

Dave slipped his cock back into your mouth as you opened it once more. He gave you some time to adjust before making a small thrust.

You slightly gag in shock. Your throat started to tighten, and you frantically grabbed at his thighs.

"C’mon," Dave urged you as he tightened his hold on your head after sensing your natural tendency to withdraw.

When you felt his cock shove into the lower part of your throat, you let out a ragged whimper. 

Dave told you, though his voice was now gruff and hardly audible, "C’mon, amor, tu puedes. You need to loosen your throat just a little.”

He pulled your head down while pushing you to take every bit of his cock in your mouth because he knew exactly how to force you to open your throat gradually. 

You let out a choked whimper as you choked on his cock. 

He brought his free hand to his lap and intertwined your hands. He rubbed his thumb over the pads of your fingers, gently rubbing in small circular motions, trying to calm you down.

"Okay, baby. Take it easy now," he coaxed.

You breathed deeply and tried to calm yourself down, but it didn't work.

"It's okay, honey, that's it." Dave encouraged. "You're doing great." 

"You can do it," he assured you while guiding you in a very patient manner. "Remember to use your nose to breathe; you've done this before. Let your throat relax, but please push me hard if I hurt you, okay? I’ll be fine but shove me away if you need to."

You nodded and breathed in slowly. Then you slowly moved forward, letting him continue pumping into you.

Dave then exhaled deeply and slowly and mumbled, "Your mouth feels so good."

You couldn’t bring yourself to care about the rising soreness in your jaw, because you loved to take him in your mouth and throat. Oh fuck, he mmm tastes so good and those sounds he’s letting out…

Your hand trailed along his thigh, brushing your fingertips across the ridges of muscle, sending sparks throughout his entire body. 

Now that you were relaxed, he was now able to slam his cock into your throat. 

"Good girl. Mmm, I love when you suck my cock. Always so good." 

You loved his praises. It only encouraged you to keep moving your head to keep your mouth and throat stuffed. 

Dave's breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened when your cheeks bulged even more. Shit… Her mouth is so warm… He thought.

Yes, yes… He’s so close, fuck… I want his cum!

"Uh- Fuck, baby, you feel amazing, b-but I can’t mouth in your m-mouth this…this time." So, reluctantly Dave pulls your head off him and guides you to his lap.

"Why?" You asked worriedly.

"Because I want to cum inside you and I'm a bit impatient to wait until I'm ready again."He replies, placing a finger underneath your chin.

"Okay." You sighed in genuine disappointment.

But a second later, a smile graced your lips as you reached out your hand and traced along the line of his jaw. 

"You're so handsome," you playfully teased, a mischievous glint in your eyes. “You have no idea how beautiful you look." You continue as your fingertips traced the contours of his stubbled cheekbones and jawline.

"Haha, yeah, yeah," he replied dryly, seemingly unaffected by your compliment, but in reality, his heart started racing. "What do you want?" he asked, his tone laced with playful skepticism.

Feigning surprised, you mock gasped, "Do I have to want something to compliment you?" Your voice danced with lightness, a teasing edge evident in your words.

"Ya te conozco," he responded knowingly, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

With a dramatic flair, you continued, "Fine. Since you won't let me take you in my mouth, can you please fuck me instead?"

He chuckled, his laughter filling the air. "Ah, no. Not yet anyway."

"What do you mean 'not yet'?" You asked with an arched brow.

"Not yet." He smirked. "And A, we're not just fucking, we're going to make love, and B, I need to get you prepared before I'm inside you." 

"Oh, come on!" You whined in annoyance. "But I'm dripping!"

You sighed quietly as you planned your next step. He's not going to cave, is he? You complained in your head. "And I already came once!" you added, hoping to sway him with your argument.

With an unwavering focus, he responded his tone a mixture of firmness and love. "It'll only take a minute."

Your pout deepened as you tried one last attempt at persuasion, "But Dave..."

"No." He replied stubbornly.

"Pleaseeee…." you plead, touching his thigh seductively before he stopped your hand from going further.

He met your gaze, his determination firm. "Sorry, love."

Resigned to his decision, you sighed in defeated acceptance. "Alright, but just some quick fingering, got it?" you conceded.

He nodded eagerly. "Yeah, okay, you're in charge."

You gave him a playful smack on the shoulder. "You can never let me have any fun."

"Whatever you say, sweetheart," He shrugged with a smile.

With a mock scowl, you muttered under your breath, "Hijo de-" but before you could complete your sentence, Dave swiftly scooped you up from his lap, his strong arms encircling your body, and threw you onto the bed.

Your back met the softness of the mattress, and a burst of laughter escaped your lips as you gazed up at Dave.                                                                                                                                                   

“That wasn’t funny." Dave chuckled, sitting next to your body and rubbing his thumb tenderly over your bottom lip.

You gave him a pointed look. "Yeah, well, you're a real asshole."

"Awe, c'mon baby. You’re calling your husband an asshole when all he wants to do is please you?"

A playful pout formed on your lips as you crossed your arms. "Well, I've been begging my husband to make love to me, but all he wants to do is tease me." You playfully complained, your words dancing between frustration and desire.

You could feel Dave's dick twitch with excitement. Ha, I’m getting there! you thought, realizing that a little more convincing would push him to the brink, granting you the long-awaited pleasure of feeling him deep inside you. 

"Here, feel how ready I am," you whispered, guiding his hand between your parted thighs.

His fingers glided over your moist folds, their touch igniting an electric surge of pleasure that rippled through your body. You moaned lightly, your body beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

"Jesus Christ, you're fucking soaked."

You smiled happily. "I am, and it's all because of you, my love." You confessed.

Fuck, she is ready. She'll be a tight fit, but she takes me, my perfect girl always does he thought. "Maybe I should change our plans. I mean, if you really want me to make love to you, we can go straight to sex.” 

"Really?" You asked hopefully, a hint of hope shining in your eyes. 

His response came swiftly, his voice full of adoration, “Yeah, my girl gets anything she wants."

He continued to rub your clit and stroke your pussy, your breathing became heavier.

"Good, because I've wanted this for so long," you moaned. "I want you inside me, Dave"

Your husband kissed you passionately, then asked, "How do you want me?"

"However you want." 

Dave sat on his knees and looked down at you with lust in his eyes, "On your back, just like this, baby, but scoot up a little." He demanded.

Eagerly, you obeyed his order, swiftly shifting up the bed until your head nestled into the softness of the pillows. With anticipation coursing through your veins, you spread your legs open, inviting him to take his place between them.

A smile of satisfaction curved his lips as he admired your form. "That's my good girl," he praised.

You gasped quite loudly as he gripped his length in his hand and placed the tip of his thick cock at your tight entrance. 

Oh, fuck! The pressure, mmm… he already feels good and it’s only the tip. But of course, it feels like this, it’s my D-

“Dave!” You wail loudly.

Dave couldn't help but press his lips against yours. Throughout these kisses, he kept pushing his hips forward, slowly and surely splitting apart your tight pussy with his dick. 

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” Dave grunted. “I thought- uh- I thought you said you were wet enough.”

"I am!"

"N-no," he stuttered. "I'm gonna have to pull out and prep you some more"

Immediately you crossed your legs around his waist, "No, Dave! Please, stay inside me! I can take it!" 

“Relax, baby, I’ll stay.” Dave stilled and reached down to your clit and played with you to encourage you to open up. 

He kept his cock inside your tight pussy while he teased you with his fingers. He felt your body open up and pushed more of him inside.

"Ah…faster, please, my love, move!"

Dave chuckled at how much you wanted him, then obeyed, slowly moving deeper. His grin turned into his jaw slacking as he felt the immense pleasure run through his veins. Shit, I’m splitting her open and she’s taking it like a good girl. 

He was resisting the need to fuck every inch of his cock into your perfect pussy. He had to remind himself, Gentle, gentle, Dave. She loves it rough, but…ah…now’s not the time. She needs to feel your love, before your quote-on-quote trip. You dumbass, you just had to take that job, and now you’ve hurt her by leaving. So you better not hurt her tonight.

“You feel so good, my love. So perfect… uh…I love you. I love you.” Dave moaned.

“Love you! I l-love you! You’re so good to… ah…to me.” You cried out as your entire pussy began to throb.

When he did begin to take you deep, all you were capable of doing was lying there with your legs spread open and taking his cock as he repeatedly thrusted into you. 

“O-oh, nngh, god, y-you feel good, mmm, so g-good inside me.” You panted.

"Fuck y-yeah, you do too, baby," Dave grunted.

“Ah! Ah, m-mierd-aaa… you’re so deep, Dave… feels so good!” He’s so deep…Oh! I’m dripping all over him.

As you clutched to the sheets, you cried out broken versions of Dave's name. 

The friction at your entrance felt incredible as Dave began to move his hips forward. While resisting the urge to close your eyes, you melted against the bed. Ah, don't close your eyes. Look at him!

He worked your bodies to the point of exhaustion, each roll of his hips igniting the passion that consumed you both. As the intensity grew, Dave took one of your hands in his and intertwined your fingers. In the midst of the mind-blowing sex, he kept declaring his love for you and praising you for being such a good girl and taking everything he gave you.

“Dave! A-Ah! Ah, ah! Deeper please!” you cried out squeezing his fingers

Dave complied with your plea, filling your body with more of him, pushing himself to his hilt. You screamed out, gripping his hand tightly.

When his tip kissed your g-spot, you became a mess sputtering incoherent moans.

“¡A-allí! Yes!”

Dave groaned in response to the noises you made, loving how he brought you to this state.

As your bodies became one, Dave pulled your hands above your head and held them tight, keeping you from pulling away or moving at all. You knew he was holding you so tightly because he feared that this would be the last night you could be together like this. 

You felt immense sadness at the thought of this being your last night with Dave, and a tear ran down your cheek. Dave slowed down to kiss away your single tear, then asked, "Why the tear, baby?

You knew he knew the reason you were crying, but you couldn't bring yourself to say it, so you ignored his question and focused on your other feelings. "I-I-I can't… nngh… feel my legs, and it's so good, oh…" You whimpered. 

I shouldn’t have said that. He’s going to want to stop. "No pares, por favor." You begged.

"Fuck!" Dave yelled as he thrusted into you hard. "I won't stop, baby, I promise. I'll never stop loving you, baby," he panted, thrusting into you with more force, "Fuck, I love you," he gasped. "I love you so fucking much; I can't live without you."

"I love you too, Dave, so much." You whimper.

He gently released your hands, allowing his fingers to trail along your stomach, a tender touch that makes the coil in your stomach threaten to snap. "When I come back," he promised, his voice laced with determination and tenderness, "I'll give you those babies we've always wanted."

"Yes!" You exclaimed, unable to contain the ecstasy you felt at the sound of his words. "I want to have your babies, Dave!"

He bit his lip and he fucked you even faster and harder, your pussy tightening around his cock.

“You’re going to be beautiful pregnant, baby,” he said, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, causing the two of you to scream in pleasure, “So fucking beautiful...” 

Yesyesyes! I want his babies! You repeated in your head unable to vocalize your thoughts.

Dave was on top of you now, kissing you passionately, his body flushes against yours, his hips thrusting into you with more force than before. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer.

"Ohhhhh, oh fuck!" He growled as he pounded harder into you.

"I-I'm gonna cum!" you screamed, your nails digging into his shoulders. Dave went harder and faster, feeling your pussy clench around him. "Ohhhh," you squealed.

Dave groaned loudly as he felt the pressure from your silky walls on his cock.

“Uh…You're so fucking tight, baby. C’mon… mmm… cum for m-me.” 

You could feel it coming and your moans became louder, his words igniting the fire within you.

"Oh god, oh god, Dave! Aaah!" You came with a loud cry.

Dave began thrusting in and out furiously, moaning each time his cock was buried to the hilt. He grunted as he held his orgasm back, wanting to last longer. He kissed you deeply as you scratched his back and moaned into his mouth.

He fiercely spat out, "Oh, shit!” as soon as he felt your pussy milking his cock and a surge of your hot cum coating his cock, he lost control.

He shuddered and warned, "I'm gonna… uh, I'm gonna fucking c-cum," in a strained voice as he felt the familiar tingling sensation in his balls.

"Cum inside me, Dave, give me your cum!” You pleaded desperately.

Your husband let out a deep growl and released inside you, thrusting hard as his cum filled you.

"Fuck! Ahh! I love you!" He moaned loudly.

“Teamoteamo…” You panted as he rode out his orgasm. 

He continued to pump you full of his cum, the hot liquid filling you up to the brim. You were overwhelmed with pleasure as you felt your husband's warm seed fill you, his cock still buried deep within you. Mmmm… I love when he comes inside me. Fuck, he came so much. 

Dave thrusted several more times but soon came down from his high. He pulled out of you and both of you shivered and moaned at the feeling of his cock leaving your body. He looked down at his work and saw that your thighs were wet with your own juices.

"We look good together. I wonder if we taste better?" He mused playfully.

"I'm getting tired of tasting my pussy on your tongue." You joked, sitting up on the bed.

"I'm not," Dave replied. To prove his point, he brought his index and middle fingers to your dripping cunt, scooping out your combined cum. With a devilish grin, he brought his fingers to his lips, savoring the taste.

"Mmmm, so good," he hummed, his satisfaction evident in his expression. "C'mon, don't you want a taste?" he teased, knowing you wouldn't be able to resist.

You nodded and opened your mouth.

The sweet tang flooded your mouth and you moaned. The moment he put his thick fingers on your tongue, you began sucking greedily onto it. He’s right, mmm, we always taste so good together…

He continued the motion until all traces of cum were gone from his fingers. 

"I'm sorry I went too hard on you," Dave's voice filled with genuine concern as he held your gaze, his brown eyes filled with remorse.

You reach out to caress his face, "It was perfect, Dave. It's always perfect with you." He leaned into your hand, pressing a tender kiss against your palm.

"Te amo." He whispered.

"Yo te amo más," you replied, your voice filled with a playful hint of competition.

"Let's agree to disagree because I don't want to debate with you right now." He teased, the same playful glimmer in his eyes.

"No? And what do you want to do with me right now?" You ask, a mischievous smile gracing your lips.

"I want to have my wife again, duh!" he exclaimed, his tone laced with amusement as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Laughter bubbled from deep within you, but suddenly you remembered- "The cookies!" You exclaimed, a hint of panic in your voice.

"The cookies?" 

"I left them in the oven, but they're going to get cold!" You explained, feeling a sense of urgency.

"I'll go get them," Dave offered, standing up and moving towards the door.

"And while I'm gone, for cookies, go pee." He playfully teased.

"Oh yeah, I'll go to the restroom soon. As soon as my limbs stop shaking," You subtly teased back, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Dave chuckled, his confidence evident. "I did my job then." He replied, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

You gave him a knowing look, your words laced with playful affection. "Use the gloves, and there's a bowl of lemon glaze on the counter, so just grab a spoon and drizzle it on the cookies. They're Lemon Blueberry, by the way."

The mention of blueberries brought a smile to his face. This man really loves blueberries, doesn't he? You thought to yourself. “I love blueberries.” He whispers and you have to stifle a laugh.

"We'll eat our cookies, and then we're going again, deal? And this time, I’ll last longer, I promise." Dave proposed the mischievousness in his voice evident.

"Of course, and Dave?" You paused, your voice filled with tenderness.

"Yes, my love?" He replied, his attention fully focused on you.

"I love you." You declared, your voice filled with sincerity.

"I love you too. I'll be back soon." He reassured you. With those words, he exited the bedroom, and a few seconds later, you heard his voice echoing from the hallway, "I have to go get cookies!" He called out, making you giggle in response.

Spanish translations: 

Hice unas galletas de limón = I made some lemon cookies

Mm-mierda! = Sh-shit!

Verg-ahh, Amor = Fuc-k, love

Limpiecita = All clean 

Todo un experto = quite an expert

Sabes que haría cualquier cosa por ti. = You know I’d do anything for you

I know mi esposo, and that’s why te mereces una recompensa. ¿Te parece? = I know my husband, and thats why you deserve a reward. What do you think?

Ya te conozco = I already know you…

Hijo de- = Son of a-

M-mierd-aaa = S-shi-t

A-allí! = T-there!

No pares, por favor. = Don’t stop, please

Teamoteamo = IloveyouIloveyou

Te amo = I love you

Yo te amo más = I love you more

Extended note: As I mentioned in my initial post, I have been writing fanfiction for a long time. However, I recently decided to start sharing some of my work. English is my third language, and while I have experience writing and publishing grants, research papers, proposals, and so on, it’s nothing compared to fanfiction and erotica. Also, I have always had a team to revise my work, so this is definitely outside of my comfort zone. With this being said, I apologize for any and all mistakes because if I read this over, I’ll overthink and not post.

I don't know when the next part will be up because I like to create dividers and the image displayed at the top of the post. I'm not quite sure what to call it—Collage-like manner gifs? Banner? Oh, and I'm horrible at graphic design, so it took me an embarrassing amount of time to create the ones included here. 

If you've read this far, thank you, and have a great day 🤎

Please feel free to comment and reblog! (If you would like to, of course :)

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Roll-A-Trope Challenge Masterlist

Y'all the response to this challenge blew me away!! 🥺🥰 We are going to have so many amazing fics to read! 🧡 Check here for all of the character/trope pairings from when people joined.

I'll link each one as they're posted. Under the cut you'll soon find fics for Dave York, Dieter Bravo, Din Djarin, Dio Morrissey, Ezra (Prospect), Frankie Morales, Jack Daniels, Javi Gutierrez, Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Marcus Acacius, Marcus Moreno, Marcus Pike, Max Phillips, Nathan Landry, Oberyn Martell, Pero Tovar, and Tim Rockford! And so many amazing tropes!!

Last updated: 11/4 | Fic count: 52!

Dave York

Audience of One by @katareyoudrilling | 3k | Dave x f!reader Trope: famous person AU

Can You Remember Who You Were? by @punkshort | 9.1k | Dave x f!reader Trope: reincarnation

Danger Zone by @almostempty | 6k | Dave x Lana Kane (you) x Sterling Archer (crossover with Archer (TV)) Trope: snowed in

Down Bad by @schnarfer | 6.1k | Dave x f!reader | part 2 Trope: only one bed (and bonus, it's a coffee shop AU!)

Sunshine & Rainbows by @jeewrites | 10.1k | Dave x f!reader Trope: amnesia

Dieter Bravo

Broken Hearts Mended by @bitchesuntitled | 6.1k | Dieter x f!reader Trope: time travel

Just like the Picture by @nerdieforpedro | 936 | Dieter x gn!reader Trope: landlord

Teleportation and Blue Whiskey (part 1) by @davnittbraes | 1.5k | Dieter x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator

this protector by @perotovar | 3.1k | Dieter x Din Trope: only one bed

Din Djarin

Familiar yet Foreign by @whxtedreams | 3.7k | Din x f!reader Trope: fake marriage

New Home (Part 1) by @weirdoneattheparty | 2.1k | Din x f!reader Trope: friends to lovers

something worse by @corazondebeskar-reads | 3.2k | Din x f!reader Trope: enemies to lovers

The Long Way Round by @din-cognito | 3.17k | Din x gn!reader Trope: road trip

Dio Morrissey

Crimes Against Each Other by @crowandmousewritingco | 2.9k | Dio x trans!reader Trope: enemies to lovers

Ezra (Prospect)

To Leave the Green by @cas-readsandwrites | 2k | Ezra & Cee, gen Trope: time loop

Frankie Morales

a kiss, my panacea by @skittlesfics | 917 | Frankie x gn!reader Trope: sickfic

Better Love by @docharleythegeekqueen | 3.4k | Frankie x reader Trope: snowed in

Dreamers (part 1) by @beefrobeefcal | 3.4k | Frankie x reader Trope: soulmates | now with Part 2!

Forever starts tonight by @sawymredfox | 3.6k | Frankie x f!reader Trope: pining

GOING DOWN by @aurorawritestoescape | 3.4k | Frankie x f!reader and Joel x f!reader Trope: exes

I Like You A Latte by @inept-the-magnificent | 752 | Frankie x f!reader Trope: coffee shop AU

I'm Yours by @ashleyfilm | 3.2k | Frankie x reader Trope: secret relationship

To Feel Your Body Against Mine by @flightlessangelwings | 4.5k | Frankie x f!reader Trope: secret relationship

Jack Daniels

If I should die before you do by @maggiemayhemnj | 1.7k | Jack x f!reader trope: soulmates

Life's a Dance by @wordywarriorwrites | 2k | Jack x reader Trope: didn't know they were dating

Lucid Dreams by @fhatbhabiee | 3.2k | Jack x reader Trope: friends to lovers

Javi Gutierrez

Things You Knew by @eff4freddie | 8k | Javi G x reader Trope: soulmates

To Make a Day for You by @yopossum | 3k? | Javi G x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator

Javier Peña

3 sides of a man by @milla-frenchy | 3.3k | Javi x f!reader Trope: secret relationship

between two floors by @glowingxeyes | 1k | Javi x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator | there’s a part 2 and 3!

GOING DOWN by @almostfoxglove | 3.3k | Javi P x f!reader Trope: stuck in an elevator

good guys, bad deeds by @miss-oranje-disco-dancer | 3.9k | Javi x f!reader Trope: only one bed

Joel Miller

Birds of a Feather by @whocaresstillthelouvre | 5.3k | Joel x f!reader Trope: snowed in

Besties by @butterphii | >1k | Joel x f!reader

drive by @kedsandtubesocks | 2k | Joel x f!reader Trope: road trip

For Better or Worse by @captainredspade | Joel x f!reader Trope: fake marriage

Fragile State by @galway-girlatwork | 2.5k | Joel x OFC!Tara Trope: amnesia

Galway Girl by @yxtkiwiyxt | 7k | Joel x f!reader | part 2!! Trope: soulmates

If You're Reading This by @crowandmousewritingco | 4.5k | Joel x nb!reader Trope: epistolary

It Had To Be You by @jobean12-blog | 4.8k | Joel x f!reader Trope: enemies to lovers

Wish by @hotgirlbedtimescenarios | 1.7k Trope: time travel

Marcus Acacius

Searching for the stars by @the-mandawhor1an | 2.7k | Marcus x f!reader Trope: time travel

Marcus Moreno

Through Every Lifetime by @joelalorian | 4.5k | Marcus x f!reader Trope: reincarnation

Marcus Pike

Pike's Place by @pedges-world | Marcus x reader Trope: snowed in | series!!

Max Phillips

A Little Broken by @clawdeewritesfanfic | 3.2k | Max x f!reader Trope: pining

Time After Time by @grogusmum | drabble | Max x f!reader Trope: reincarnation

Nathan Landry

consensus ad idem by @sunshinehaze1 | 4.9k | Nathan x f!reader Trope: snowed in

Oberyn Martell

sweet and sour by @iamasaddie | 5.5k | Oberyn x f!reader Trope: fake relationship

The Correspondence of the Contagious by @crowandmousewritingco | 1.4k | Oberyn x gn!reader x Ellaria Trope: epistolary

Pero Tovar

Memories made, memories lost by @avastrasposts | 7.9k | Pero x f!reader Trope: amnesia

Tim Rockford

Keep Quiet by @auteurdelabre | Tim x f!reader Trope: secret relationship

When Only Memories Remain by @artsy-girl-76 | 3.4k | Tim x f!reader Trope: "shop" AU

[pedgito]

It's the season of Summer Lovin'—and with the perfect...men. A Pedro Pascal character extravaganza all wrapped up into a series of locations, hidden behind numbers of your choosing and carefully crafted for each Pedro boy. If you're interested, please be sure to read through the following instructions and important information below:

There are 50 moodboards to choose from, first come first serve. (none of these pictures dictate the appearance of reader, this is all purely for vibes and up for your own interpretation) All request need to be sent through my askbox!

There's no maximum word count, but we suggest a minimum of 500 words if you're interested, but that is only a suggestion. Write as much or as little as your heart demands.

(Located under the read more) All numbers are separated by 10 location and labeled 1-5 on each, so when requesting a number please do so in the following manner, [ 'camping, #1' or 'barbecue, #5'] and in the chance that number is already taken, I will message you privately to re-choose.

These moodboards will come with the following requirements: a character, a location, and a quote/sentence that all must be incorporated into the fic, everything else is up to you!

All requests will take place June 2nd-3rd and entries will be due to be posted June 20th-22nd!

BY THE WATER

#1 — taken (@ladamedusoif)

#2 — javier pena x reader, like snow on the beach (@janaispunk)

#3 — dieter bravo x reader, poolside (@ovaryacted)

#4 — taken (@sp00kymulderr)

#5 — oberyn martell x reader, doves in the wind (@beskarandblasters)

CONCERT

#1 — tim rockford x reader, confessions (@wildemaven)

#2 — jack daniels x reader, the cowboy & the thief (@schnarfer)

#3 — frankie morales x reader, it's hell on earth to be heavenly (@hellfire-state-of-mind)

#4 — marcus pike x reader, a fine romance (@doscharolastras)

#5 — taken (@ramblers-lets-get-ramblin)

BARBECUE

#1 — marcus moreno x reader, you see me, i watch you (@iamasaddie)

#2 — taken (@beefrobeefcal)

#3 — lucien flores x reader, met you once saw you thrice (@undercoverpena)

#4 — joel miller x reader, wedding in the apocalypse (@i-own-loki)

#5 — frankie morales x reader, do you feel it too? (@burntheedges)

CAMPING

#1 — taken (@the-blind-assassin-12)

#2 — dieter bravo x reader, cabin down below (@eupheme)

#3 — taken (@pr0ximamidnight)

#4 — frankie morales x reader, bagged & tagged (@inept-the-magnificent)

#5 — din djarin x reader, sway the stars which dazzle like pearls (@lady-of-glass-and-bone)

ROAD TRIP

#1 — taken (@whocaresstillthelouvre)

#2 — joel miller x reader, sunshine (@couldsewyouastitchandsavenine)

#3 — jack daniels x reader, hit the road jack! (@thelastofhyde)

#4 — joel miller x reader, until men fell at their women's feet and asked for forgiveness (@jomiddlemarch)

#5 — dave york x reader, still (@sizzlingcloudmentality)

CARNIVAL

#1 — jack daniels x reader, hot chocolate (@punkshort)

#2 — taken (@starstruckunknown-princess)

#3 — taken (@vivian-pascal)

#4 — max phillips x reader, the eternal night (@ozarkthedog)

#5 — dieter bravo x reader, no solo riders (@missredherring)

HIKING

#1 — taken (@leslie-lyman)

#2 — frankie x reader, beneath the silent boughs, whispers of dangers flow (@joelalorian)

#3 — javier pena x reader, flora and fauna (@hellishjoel)

#4 — dieter x reader, a lesson in nature (@the-orange-tabby-cat)

#5 — joel miller x reader, stranded (@joelscurls)

WEDDINGS

#1 — taken (@amanitacowboy)

#2 — javier pena x reader, una noche en medellín (@luxurychristmaspudding)

#3 — marcus pike x reader, we'll regret this in the morning (@thesluttylittleknee)

#4 — dieter bravo x reader, princesa bride (@rhoorl)

#5 — joel miller x reader, my place or yours (@criticallyacclaimedstranger)

HEAT WAVE

#1 — javier pena x reader, like a fever (@pedgito)

#2 — joel miller x reader, consider it a favor (@chaotic-mystery)

#3 — taken (@quinnnfabrgay-writes)

#4 — taken (@rulexofxnines)

#5 — marcus moreno x reader, a little help goes a long way (@iluvstrawberry)

MUSEUM

#1 — taken (@carusolikey)

#2 — din djarin x reader, a perfect day (@flightlessangelwings)

#3 — pero tovar x reader, moonlight flight (@sawymredfox)

#4 — marcus pike x reader, when's the last time you lived (@avastrasposts)

#5 — joel miller x reader, who we were (@studioghibelli)

Please make sure to tag your entries under #SummerLovin24 and tag either @chaotic-mystery, @amanitacowboy, or myself (@pedgito)! These will all be reblogged through the week of June 20th-22nd!

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

Penny! I had an awful sleep and I’m now so overtired that I’m absolutely wired, but now all I can think about is your intimidation tactics Marcus and Dave…maybe they’d have a good way to get me to sleep.

I should give you an award for managing to drag me into the Dave York pit because I didn’t think that would ever happen…and yet here I am

Love you and your amazing mischief!

🌸 anon

Hi 🌸 anon!!! Sorry this is so late! I told you I'd get there eventually! :) WE ARE SO HAPPY TO HAVE YOU IN THE DAVE YORK PIT!

Pairing: Dave York x f!Reader x Marcus Pike

Rating: E (explicit smut, 18+ only)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: mentions of PTSD, death, war, mentions of past abusive relationships, nightmares, trauma, PIV sex, MMF, oral sex (f receiving).

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

None of you, it seems, are strangers to sleepless nights.

Dave is up the most–he sits up in bed, his ears ringing with phantom gunshots and the screams of fellow soldiers whose faces he hasn't seen in decades. 

It's common for you to wake in the middle of the night, unsure of the reason until you see his dark form sitting on the side of the bed, his palms pressing into his eyes as he breathes, breathes, breathes. 

Marcus, a lighter sleeper than you, is always there with him, a hand on Dave's spine as he whispers words barely audible to you even in the silent room.

I know. I know, baby. You're here. You're safe. I'm right here. We're all here, and we're okay. 

You lie still–not wanting to interrupt the intimate moment between the two of them. You don't regret it either, not when you hear the one, singular, quiet sob that Marcus soothes with a kiss to Dave's shoulder. 

He doesn't like you–either of you, but especially you–to see him like this. Dave is the strong one. Dave is stoic, calm, calculated. Dave cracks under nothing. 

Even now, he struggles to keep those walls up, even when you and Marcus know. The two of you see right through them and it's a useless endeavor, holding them up. The walls are for his benefit, rather than for yours. It's a security blanket, a way to take all of those inconvenient emotions and put them on a shelf to deal with later–

–like in the middle of the night, with Marcus’s soft, warm palm rubbing up and down his spine. 

– – – – – –

If Dave is haunted by death, Marcus is haunted by abandonment.  As a light sleeper, he doesn't dream often, but when he does, you can always tell. When you wake, he's curled around one of you, his nose buried in the crook of your neck, his hands holding on hard, even in his sleep, holding on so that you don't accidentally slip from his grasp. 

If he holds hard enough, you think, he might chase away the demons that haunt him. A broken marriage. An engagement that never got off the ground. A ring he had to return, and another buried, forgotten, in the back of his desk drawer. An empty apartment, an empty bed, an empty life. 

On the occasion that his bruising grip wakes you in the night, you’ll grunt tiredly–“‘re you okay?”–your voice thick and dark with sleep. 

“Just love you,” Marcus will whisper in your ear, and you smile, sighing into his embrace. 

Sometimes Dave will roll over, then, his hand brushing your shoulder as he enfolds Marcus in his arms. 

If holding Marcus chases those demons away, well, you and Dave will always do your part.  

– – 

All three of you are haunted by something. 

You aren’t too different from Dave, after all. Instead of building your walls around yourself, though, you build them internally. You keep him walled off, encased in a bunker in your mind. 

For the most part, it’s an effective way of coping. You examine those parts of your brain during therapy, but otherwise you put them in a tidy box, not to be opened. You don’t think of him much; most of your unpleasant memories have been replaced with Marcus and Dave, anyway. 

The only time it becomes a problem is on the occasion that you have a nightmare. After hiding him away for so long, his appearance in your dreams is even more jarring. When you find yourself in your old house with him in front of you, you’re confused at first–hadn’t you left, years ago? Didn’t you have another life, somewhere?

He’s drunk again, and screaming at you. Spittle flies from his lips as he hurls insults and accusations–worthless, miserable, broken piece of—You’re backed into the corner again, nowhere to go. You sob–this isn’t supposed to be happening again. You thought you had a different life, but you can’t wrap your head around what it was that had changed. You think you remember two pairs of strong arms, warm brown eyes that crinkle around the edges, but it’s so far away now, and he’s still screaming, getting closer and closer, his fists clenched, and you know what happens next, you’ve lived it too many times–

Someone is calling your name, but that can’t be right, you’re alone, you’re always alone. You’re alone and no one ever saves you. The voice comes again, and who the fuck is saying your name like that? The voice is insistent, murmuring it over and over as you sob.

You wake up with a strangled gasp, fighting against your restraints, but the moment your brain comes back online, you realize it’s Dave’s arms, holding you still so you don’t thrash away and hurt someone.

“Shh, it’s okay. Breathe, pumpkin, you had a bad dream.” Dave’s voice is soft and reassuring in your ear.

Your cheeks are wet with tears that you don’t remember crying. “It felt so real,” you murmur.

“I know,” Dave says. “I know it did.”

“Wuzzamatter?” Marcus slurs, waking up and rolling over to face you. “What’s wrong?”

“She had a nightmare,” Dave answers softly. “It’s okay. See? We’re right here.”

“Dave.” You turn and bury your face in his chest.

“Hey,” you hear Marcus’s quiet soothing. “Hey, sweetheart. I’m so sorry. I’m right here.”

The weight of them is crushing, and you like that. Dave holds you tightly to his chest, and Marcus sandwiches you in, their bodies creating a nest of warmth and comfort. You breathe them in, still trembling slightly, as the nightmare slowly seeps away, and you remind yourself that you’re safe, safe, safe.

Marcus’s hand skims up and down your side in a featherlight touch. It’s meant to be comforting–and it is–but it’s also making goosebumps rise to your skin, and you shiver slightly. Your back arches of your own accord, wanting to feel more.

Dave’s hand slides down your thigh when he feels you squirming, gripping lightly but not pushfully. You sigh and press against him, feeling him already hard against your stomach. 

“I wanna feel you,” you whisper, turning over and rolling your hips back into Dave. 

Marcus frowns slightly. “Are you sure?” But Dave is already lining up behind you, his cock brushing against your seam.

“I wanna feel something real,” you assert. “Make me remember. Take all of the bad things and replace them with you.”

Dave doesn’t wait. He’s inside you in one thrust, surprising you with the abrupt feeling of being filled so completely. You gasp again–this time, in pleasure–as Dave starts rocking into you, his breath hot and heavy in your ear as he takes what he wants from you, and in turn, brings you back down to earth. Back home. 

“Fuck, look at you," Marcus whispers. "Look at the two of you. He's fucking you so good, isn't he?"

All you can do is nod, your words lost for the moment as Dave slides in and out with deep strokes, rubbing against your g-spot every time he bottoms out. 

Marcus cages your face in his hands, gently brushing his lips against yours and swallowing every little whimper that leaves them. 

"That's it, baby," he murmurs against your mouth. "All those little sounds are mine, aren't they?"

"Possessive," Dave teases from behind you. 

"What of it?" Marcus shoots back, the shape of his mouth changing as he smiles. "Yeah, I'm possessive. I'm possessive because she's ours. She's our sweet girl and we're never letting her go, are we?"

Dave chuckles deep in his throat at Marcus's impassioned response. "Tiger is getting all worked up," he says to you, not letting up with his punishing thrusts. "Lick her cunt," he directs, the teasing lilt from before replaced with something darker. 

Dave grasps your inner thigh and pulls it up and over his leg, spreading you wide. You look down and see his cock spearing in and out of you. It's quite the sight–and Marcus must agree, because he moans, already debauched, before sliding down the bed to obey. 

"Fuck, this pussy," Marcus murmurs, and dives in. He's messy with it, lacking his usual precision on your clit as he lathes over the entire area and certainly catching Dave's cock on his tongue as well. 

"He's gonna feel how good I fuck you, hmm?" Dave rasps in your ear. "I can feel his tongue on my cock, pumpkin. Is he gonna make you cum?"

You nod pitifully. 

"Tell him."

"You're g-gonna make me cum."

"Jesus Christ," Marcus moans, muffled by your skin, before pressing in harder, eating you with even more enthusiasm.

"Shit," Dave hisses. "Gonna make me cum if you keep that up."

Marcus chuckles deep in his throat–a challenge, you know he's thinking. 

"Fucking menace," Dave mutters, but you can hear the affection in his words. 

Each lick, each thrust of Dave's cock is sending you higher. 

The panic state that the dream had left you in has dissipated completely, replaced by the overwhelming love you feel for the two of them. In your wildest dreams, you couldn't have imagined this for you. Not just Marcus, the man you'd had a crush on for ages before either of you acted, but this other man–this dark, brutal, sarcastic, caring, dedicated, powerful force of a man–who came into your lives abruptly and brashly, but quickly became indispensable for the two of you. 

You hadn’t been sure if you could trust enough to open your heart again, yet here you are, finding room for not one, but two people that you now share a bed, a house, a life with. 

Dave is hitting something devastating inside you and Marcus's tongue is licking you fervently, and as you feel your end approaching, all those feelings spill from your lips. 

"I love you, I love you, I love you, f-fuck, I love you–"

It falls out of you like a mantra. You murmur it over and over as you shatter, your voice breaking into a sob as you clench violently around Dave. 

Marcus surges up to capture your moans with his lips, and the taste of you on his tongue only makes you louder. 

Dave makes a strangled noise behind you, and you blink open your eyes to see Marcus’s hand disappearing behind the other man’s cock as he fucks you, and you smile dazedly. Marcus grins back wickedly before he kisses you again, and Dave’s fingers tighten almost painfully around your hip as he cums with a soft groan. 

The aftermath is quiet and muted. Marcus is still gently kissing you, interspersed with little murmurs of “I love you.” Dave gently slips out of you and kisses a little path across your shoulder, drawing the covers over the three of you again.

“Feel better, Pumpkin?” Dave murmurs in your ear. 

You nod gratefully. “Thank you,” you whisper.

Your eyes are already falling shut again, lulled back into sleep by the warmth of the two of them.

Just before you go under, you hear Dave’s soft voice in your ear. “I love you, too. Both of you.”

You fall asleep smiling.

[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

[guiltyasdave]

another week, another round of fic recs :)

as always, if you read any of these and enjoy them, please remember to show the writers some love with comments or reblogs!

for a list of all my recs ever, go here!

i'll sort the fics by character and add emojis to indicate the contents a little. still, please look at the tags/warnings and decide for yourself if something might not be your cup of tea.

💘= fluff • ❤️‍🔥= smut • 🤍= angst • 🖤= dark

dave york

unveiled by @punkshort ❤️‍🔥🤍

riddles by @yxtkiwiyxt 💘❤️‍🔥🤍

dave york & marcus pike

playdate by @daddy-dins-girl 💘❤️‍🔥🤍

dieter bravo

fruiton drabble (don’t ask lmao) by @ozarkthedog 💘

din djarin

take me to church by @frannyzooey 💘❤️‍🔥

frankie morales

date night by @artsy-girl-76 💘

do me yourself by @undercoverpena 💘❤️‍🔥

joel miller

what matters by @pedroshotwifey ❤️‍🔥

soil in the lines of their palms by @5oh5 💘❤️‍🔥

whatever you want by @ace-turned-confused ❤️‍🔥

not in rivers, but in drops by @sin-djarin 💘🤍

high infidelity by @dancingtotuyo 💘❤️‍🔥🤍

woman by @dancingtotuyo 💘❤️‍🔥🤍

like real people do by @mrsmando 💘❤️‍🔥🤍

you’re gonna go far by @mrsmando 💘

chokehold by @hellishjoel ❤️‍🔥

july by @psychedelic-ink (featuring tess) ❤️‍🔥

flesh and metal by @swiftispunk ❤️‍🔥

ruined! by @gutsby ❤️‍🔥

daddy’s girl by @fungal-rot 💘

helen by @kiwisbell 💘❤️‍🔥🤍🖤

marcus pike

raining in baltimore by @schnarfer 💘🤍

my own writing

delicate - modern!oberyn martell x f!reader 💘❤️‍🔥

[creedslove]

hi mari <3 i have three little questions for you about Pedro's characters:

1. Who would you rather share a hotel room with?

2. Who would you rather help with baking/cooking?

3. Who would you rather go on a long walk on the beach with?

(my friend asked me the same things and i'm just stuck 😭 but i do want to know what would you choose <3)

Hi baby <3 I'm sorry for the belated reply! I had a lot going on this week: from going to the hospital to trying to finish the cowboy series by facing a power outage that nearly left me with a dead battery, although I gotta confess your sweet lovely ask never left my mind! I gave it a lot of thought and now I'll reply!

1. Who would you rather share a bedroom hotel with?

First of all, I guess Whiskey is my favorite pick here: he's been through hundreds, maybe thousands of missions and he's certainly shared hotel rooms many times before, so hes definitely the best roommate for that. He can be sweet and kind, he can be organized and keep to himself if it's what you like, and he can be flirty and offer you some kind of physical comfort and quench your thirst, if you know what I mean *wink wink*

2. Who would you rather help with baking/cooking?

Also, the immediate boyfriend that comes to mind is definitely Marcus Pike; whereas I'd love to be a nice housewife and cook for like all of Pedro's characters, I guess Marcus is the only one who would truly want to cook with you, and I also think he's probably helpless at cooking, so it would be a perfect match: he would sit at the kitchen counter with you, attentively and eager to help like a puppy and follow your every instruction, taking so much pride in his participation even if it means just to peel/chop stuff; he would love that quality time spent together, although I'm sure he would much rather help you bake sweet treats for dessert but order dinner from your favorite place, because his love language is pleasing you at any opportunity and he can tell making things from scratch is quite a lot of work, so he wants you to be happy and relaxed ❤️

3. Who would you like to go on a long beach walk with?

Again, from the bottom of my heart: Dave York

I don't know, this is a scenario where I can't really picture Dave, but I guess it would make him feel pretty good, he doesn't seem to be the kind of beachy guy, but perhaps it's a special occasion: your honeymoon, a special event you two need to attend or simply another mission. It would be good for him to just let his guard down for a couple of hours, not worrying about carrying knives or guns, heavy suits, ties or fancy shoes, simply walking around in comfortable trunks, gym shirt and holding your hand; the way he would relax and you'd feel every single tension knot disappearing from his back while you spread sunscreen on his skin and the way his hair would get messy from the wind. I think our stressed murder daddy deserves that, he deserves much more from the beach than just being cruelly gutted the way he was.

Jk that never happened, in fact the end of Equalize 2 he kills McCall, then he goes back home, divorces Carol and marries a beautiful younger woman who loves him for who he is and accepts the fact he's an assassin perhaps too eagerly but who's Dave to judge anyone, am I right?