#i love dave york yall

[pedropascalsx]

A Long Awaited Reward. {Dave York x F! Reader!}

Rating: Explicit.

Word Count: 15.8k

Warnings: Unhappy marriage, known infidelity, ?slightly forced hand, mention of car crash (no injuries), oral sex (m&f receiving), P in V sex, loss of virginity, fingering, cock warming, some feelings, derogatory language, aftercare.

Comments: Dave has been cleaning up after his wife for too long, and you tempt him with a proposition that he can’t resist.

Co-written with @absurdthirst ❤️

Gif by me: @pedropascalsx!

Carol York is perfect. She has the perfect family, the perfect house, the perfect car and her most prized possession; her perfect husband.

Everything about Carol York is perfect… or so it seems.

The truth is Carol York has her demons, skeletons that are piled up in her closet, haunting the rows of designer shoes and racks of glamorous gowns that seldom get to see the light of day. 

But to anyone you may ask, they would likely describe Carol York as a perfectionist, kind, generous, charitable and all around the perfect housewife; but you knew otherwise.

You spotted her the moment she waltz into the hotel bar, clutching her designer purse in one hand and her phone in the other. She was with her usual group of friends, all equally as loud and pretentious. 

Sitting quietly in the corner and picking at the rest of the food on your plate you rolled your eyes as her group of friends laughed so loudly it made the glassware shake, really you had no real reason to dislike her but you couldn’t help it. The whole stepford wives persona that they all exude simply leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

You think back to the first time you had met her about ten years ago, still in your teens and still in high school, she had loudly made a comment about how boys never notice the plain, boring ones while looking you up and down. Everyone had laughed along with her, even your mom, who then spent the next few weeks trying to talk you into buying a new wardrobe but you weren’t interested. 

You left the bar before she did that night, sneaking out without her noticing you and pulling into your driveway about five minutes before you heard her speeding around the corner. Her brand new Mercedes squealing as she drove straight into Mr. Perkins’ Chevy. You opened your door to check on her but before you could step out, you saw Dave running towards her. She stumbled out of the car giggling as she admired the damage she caused, clearly enjoying the look of annoyance on her husband's face. 

You couldn’t make out their conversation but you could tell he was furious, shaking his head as he pulled out his phone and made a brief phone call. Slowly, you started to close the door, not wanting them to see that you had witnessed everything and once the door was gently pushed shut you made your way to bed.

You woke up the next morning to a commotion outside your bedroom window, neighbours all lining up to get a look at the damage that had been caused by the selfish driver that had left no note and that’s when you saw her... Standing next to Mr Perkins shaking her head and pretending to be just as outraged as he was.

Over the next few days you had considered sending an anonymous note, or anonymously contacting the police but ultimately decided to keep quiet, despite the guilt that kept you from sleeping at night. It wasn’t your business and you weren’t about to go to war with the Yorks. 

Carol could make your life hell. But Dave… Dave seemed like he’d be capable of so much more. 

*

Dave growls as he rewatches the tape from a few days earlier, making sure that he hadn’t missed anything from that night. One of their neighbours had caught the whole thing on their RING doorbell camera but thankfully Dave was able to have Resnick hack into their accounts and delete all the footage and make it look like the camera had unfortunately stopped working a few hours before the accident.

It was only as he was about to delete the last trace of evidence from that evening he noticed it. Your door barely in the frame, opening a few inches and closing just as he got off the phone to Ari - who had managed to get the exact model Mercedes Carol owned and replace it with the damaged one before daylight began to fall across the neighbourhood. 

“Shit.” He hisses as he slams his hand against his desk. Your parents were out of town on their cruise, so he knew that the person who witnessed his wifes reckless behaviour had to have been you. He ponders for a second why you hadn’t said anything yet and wonders if it’s worth just letting things sit… but decides that paying you a visit is the best course of action.

He slides his phone into his pocket and makes his way downstairs to his wife and kids… hating the way her face is buried into her phone as the girls watched Tangled for the 10,000th time this month.

“We need to talk, honey,” he says with a smile, as not to concern the girls. “Now.”

“Sure,” she says with a roll of her eyes, before following him into her ‘crafts’ room. 

The second she waltzes in the room, he closes the door and swings around to face her with a look of fury on his face, “You had a fucking witness,” he scowls, “And she saw the whole fucking thing.” 

“What?” Carol says in utter disbelief. “What are you talking about?” 

With venom dripping from every word he tells her everything that he could make out from the video. How it was clear that you saw everything and how they had to pay you a visit and make sure that you keep your pretty little mouth shut and not ruin their comfortable little life in the unsuspecting suburbs. 

*

The doorbell makes you jump, not expecting anyone and planning on having a quiet night in front of the TV with leftover chinese food and netflix, you groan as you pull yourself up and off your sofa.

“Evening,” a raspy voice growls at you, as the door swings open, “I think we need to have a little chat.” 

Dave pushes past you and Carol enters right behind him as you step back in shock. Every single thing about Dave York is entirely intoxicating, his scent, his voice and the fact he’s the most attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes on doesn’t help either. Even in the comfort of your own house, you’re being commanded by him and following him into your kitchen. 

“Can I get you both a drink?” You ask after a few uncomfortable minutes, hoping he doesn’t notice the way your hands shake. 

“No. Enough drinking.” Dave cuts his eyes towards Carol, annoyed that he’s in this position. If it weren’t for the fact that the bitch knows what he does, would threaten to tell everyone, he wouldn’t bother fixing this mess she got herself into. “Sit down.” He orders, kicking the chair opposite him out from under the table.

“Yes, sir,” you say with a gulp, unsure why you addressed him with such authority. “How can I help you?” You ask meekly.

“Have fun the other night?” Dave’s eyes are flat, emotionless as he leans in to stare into your own. Using the intimidation that comes so easily to him.

“Wha-what do you mean?” You stutter, your body almost frozen in fear as you look over at him.

“Going out.” He doesn’t expand on that, wanting you to spill what you know without him giving you anything more.

“I went out for a meal with a few friends from my book club on Tuesday at The Charlton Hotel.” You say quietly, managing to rip your eyes from his for a few seconds before he’s commanding them back with a sharp tut.

“And?” He demands harshly. “What else happened?”

“I think you know.” Is all you say, your voice small and barely higher than a whisper. You glance over at Carol who has a smug look plastered on her face as she watches her husband clean up her mess yet again.

“Say it.” He growls, slapping his hand down on the table, making you jump. He hates this, hates having to fucking clean up yet another one of her messes, but he has his girls to think about.

“I heard Carol drive into Rodney’s car, and saw you start to hide the evidence.” Tears start to stream down your face, as you realize just how much danger you may be in.

Good. Now that you’ve admitted what you’ve seen, he can make sure you keep it quiet. Dave reaches out and captures your jaw in his hand. Leaning in threateningly, he grunts. “But you aren’t going to say anything, are you?”

The yelp you make as his hand harshly squeezes your jaw makes Carol squeal with laughter, but you block it out, concentrating on forcing out a small ‘no, sir’ as your tears begin to fall even harder, and your sobs grow louder.

He watches you for a moment. Not particularly enjoying the tears or the distress in your eyes, but he can’t risk his wife being arrested. “Good.” His tone softens slightly and his thumb brushes the bone of your jaw slightly. “Always knew you were smart.”

You nod your head to acknowledge that he just spoke to you, his fingertips are still gently brushing against your jaw as you stare into his eyes. “I promise I won’t say a thing.”

“You promise huh?” Dave snorts, admiring how innocent you are. “I think I’m gonna need a little more reassurance than that.”

“I’ll sign an NDA,” you stutter, “I’ll do anything.” Carol's cruel laughter makes you shudder, but it just makes Dave rub your chin a little harder.

“No, I don’t think that will work.” He doesn’t know how he should keep you quiet, just that you need to stay that way. “Maybe I should just make the problem go away.” He threatens.

You start to shake your head and pull away, the fear evident in your eyes, “No… no… what does that even mean?”

“What do you think that it means?” He asks, his voice deceptively soft.

“Getting rid of me,” you say almost silently, the tone of your voice softer than a whisper.

“I don’t want to do that.” He admits. “So what is going to keep your pretty little mouth shut for the rest of your life?”

“I’ll sign whatever you want,” you say again, not really sure what he means.

“No.” He shakes his head. “I need something on you. Something you don’t want to get out.” He decides, smirking slightly.

“Like what?” You say, with a look of confusion plastered on your face.

“I’ll take pictures of you.” He decides, figuring you are - if not a virgin, close to it. You would be mortified if naked pictures of you were released to your family. “And if you breathe a word, I send them to every family member you have.”

“What?” Carol scoffs out from behind him. “I’ll take them. You are not seeing her naked.”

You remain silent as you listen to them go back and forth, unsure what to say, wanting to refuse but fear keeping your lips firmly closed.

“I told you I would handle this.” Dave hisses. “So shut up while I handle it.”

“Handle it then,” she growls back at him, “But I will handle taking any photos.” She stares at you with a look of disgust on her face as she shakes her head. “Plus I doubt she’s ever had a man as attractive as you see her naked before and I don’t want the desperate little slut trying to tempt you.”

“She’s a virgin.” Dave grunts, even though he doesn’t know that for certain. “Only slut in this room is you.”

“I-I don’t think that’s necessary,” you start to say, voice trembling as you try to find some confidence, they’re right but you don’t want to admit it to them, “I won’t say anything and let’s be honest… even if I did no one would believe me.”

“Aw bless her,” Carol mocks looking over at Dave, “Don’t worry honey, we know someone like you couldn’t handle someone like my Dave. And he’s not available anyway.”

Dave shakes his head, holding his hand up to silence his wife. “Then tell me what will keep you quiet.” He demands, his dark eyes on you.

You look over at Carol and see the cruel smirk on her face and the words just fall from your mouth and float heavily in the air. 

“You. I want one night with you.”

“Absolutely not,” Carol bellows at you from across the table, “How dare you!”

“Shut the fuck up.” Dave snaps, whipping his head around and glaring at Carol until she sits back. While she’s smug towards you, she’s also just slightly afraid of him. When he’s satisfied that she will be quiet, he turns back towards you. “What did you say?”

You concentrate on him, refusing to look back over at her despite her yelling. “I want a night with you.” You squirm in your seat under his stare, the expression on his face neutral as he watches you.

“A night for what?” He demands, wanting to hear you say it out loud. Carol huffs and grumbles under her breath beside him but he ignores her as he watches you.

“I want you to fuck me,” you say as quietly as you can. Your fingernails digging into your thighs to stop yourself shivering with anxiety.

“She wouldn’t know what to do with you,” Carol taunts cruelly. Furious at what she’s hearing.

“Neither did you.” Dave snorts, looking over at his wife and giving you a moment since you look like you are about to pass out. The idea has merit and his cock twitches when he thinks about ruining you.

“Maybe before we do anything you can take that picture,” you say, unable to meet his eyes.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Before, during, and after I’m done with you.” He corrects.

“You’re speaking like you’re going along with this madness,” Carol spits at Dave.

“Why shouldn’t I?” Dave asks, smirking slightly. “How many people have you fucked over the last eight years?”

You watch as she incoherently mutters something in response under her breath. Still squirming in your seat as you think about Dave’s hands roaming over your body.

“You thought I didn’t know?” Dave scoffs, chuckling under his breath. “Sweetheart, I know exactly how many dicks you’ve taken, how many times you’ve taken them. Why shouldn’t I wreck our pretty little neighbor to save your skin?”

“So is this happening?” Your timid voice asks, as they take a break from going at each other's throats.

“No,” Carol screeches back, “Dave is going to pull out his checkbook and write you a pretty little cheque and you’re going to keep your mouth quiet or I'm going to inform every woman in this neighbourhood what a nasty little whore you are.”

“No you won’t.” Dave growls at Carol. “You can have all the dick you want but I cant fuck her?” He snorts. “Go wait at the house.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She growls at him, before looking you up and down one more time. “You really think you can handle a night with him, sweetheart? He’ll be bored senseless within the first ten minutes.”

“We’ll see,” you say quietly, “Maybe I'll surprise us both.”

“Go to the fucking house, Carol.” Dave hisses. “Or shut your fucking mouth. You’re the reason this is even fucking happening.” He’ll blame her, making sure she won’t try to blame you. “If you hadn’t fucked up, she wouldn’t be in a position to ask for sex.”

Your eyes remain focusing on him as she spews some colourful language in your direction before storming out the kitchen and out of the house.

“Now.” Dark, amused eyes turn towards you. He has to admire the gumption of your demand. “What makes you think that fucking me will keep that mouth of yours shut?” He asks. “Just having my cock in it?”

“You can take the photos,” you say, with a shrug, “I know the hell she’d cause for me and my family if I was to ever say a single word.”

“Why do you want me to fuck you?” He asks seriously. Wanting to know your reasoning behind this.

“She’s getting what she wants, my silence. Figured I’d ask for something that I’ve always wanted… You.” With a shaky breath, you reach your arm out to touch him, “Everyone wants you. You can’t pretend that women don’t throw themselves at you.”

“Everyone doesn’t want me.” Dave shakes his head. Some women might be attracted to him, but he also scares some off. “But if you want me, I have to ask what’s wrong with you?” He smirks.

“Read too many filthy stories,” you say with a giggle, “I don’t know. Lonely I guess.”

“I’m not the easiest to take.” He warns you. “And I like to fuck hard.”

A gasp escapes you at the way he’s speaking to you, but you can’t ignore the way your body reacts to him. “One night. I’m yours to do as you please with.”

Sitting back, he rocks his jaw as he contemplates it. “Are you on birth control?” He demands.

“No,” you admit, “But I can show you that I’m clean. I’ve nev- I can get Plan B and you can watch me take it… That’s if you don’t want to use a condom.”

“I’m not going to use a condom.” Dave decides. “And I’m going to fill two out of your three holes with my cum.” He smirks. “I’ll let you guess which two.”

“Oh,” you breathe out, clearly nervous but excited too. “When? Do I need to do anything to prepare?”

He snorts and reminds himself that you are innocent. “Show up when I call you.” He tells you, standing up and towering over you. “And forget what you saw Tuesday.”

“Yes, sir,” you say, standing up and studying his face for a few seconds. “I saw nothing.”

“Good girl.” He turns around and starts striding to the door, aware that his wife would be spoiling for a fight and he wants to get it over with before the girls come home from their Nana’s house. “I’ll be seeing you.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” you say softly, watching as he leaves.

It’s a quick walk back to his house, sighing heavily before he opens the door and steps inside.

You immediately throw yourself back down onto the sofa and question whether any of that really happened and you really asked to have sex with Dave York.

*

“Are you fucking serious?” Carol screeches as she watches Dave stride into the kitchen. “Are you actually considering fucking that little whore?”

Dave pins her with a hot glare. “What do you suggest, Carol?” He hisses. “I’ve got to clean up your mess, remember?”

“That doesn’t mean you get to make a mess with her,” she yells. “You’re not doing it, you can keep up the pretense and then force her to sign an NDA.”

“I’m done with your shit.” He huffs, striding over and grabbing her shoulders and shaking her. “You’ve been nothing but a fucking bitch, and this is your fucking mess!”

“Temper temper, Dave, we both know who’ll end up with the girls if this goes sour.” She says with a smirk, before stepping back and walking towards the cupboard with the wine glasses. “If you fuck her, i’ll take you for everything you’ve got.”

“I’ve got evidence, Carol.” Dave warns you. “Photos, texts, recorded conversations of you cheating.”

“Bullshit,” she says with a cruel laugh, before skulking upstairs with a bottle of wine tucked under her arm.

Dave growls, slapping a coffee mug to the side and wondering what the fuck is going on. Unable to believe that things have gotten so twisted.

*

A few days have passed since you saw Dave and Carol at your house and you’ve heard nothing. You figure that he changed his mind, and have decided to put the whole thing behind you and move on with the hopes that Carol doesn’t attempt to take revenge over your suggestion.

Laying down in front of the TV the sound of your phone vibrating on the coffee table makes you jump.

‘Tomorrow night’ He sends you a text. ‘’Come over at 8. I’ll be taking you to a hotel.’

‘Is there anything I need to bring’’ You type back immediately, excitement swirling around in your tummy.

‘Your cunt.’ Dave snorts to himself as he hits send.

‘I’ll double check I’ve got it before I leave.’ You send back with a giggle. You decide that you’ll get up early and pop to the mall and buy something special for the occasion.

Dave hums at your smart ass reply, ignoring the way Carol huffs and puffs across from him. She’s pissed but she can just stay mad for all he cares.

You settle on an early night and sleep comes easily to you. You should feel guilty, but you don’t. It’s one night in exchange for keeping a secret for the rest of your life.

*

Between his wife’s cold shoulder last night and her quiet sullen expression this morning, Dave has had time to muse over what he will do. To contemplate it, rejecting several thoughts, he decides that he will just decide in the moment based of how you respond to him. He’s not a monster, he isn’t going to do things you don’t like, but you chose him. Your silence is worth getting some satisfaction.

The morning flies by and after a very expensive trip to the mall you find yourself clock watching, fighting the nerves and anxiety that are bubbling in your tummy. Wondering if you’re really going to go through with this.

Dave watches as you come and go from your house, working from home and he wonders where you’ve gone. He knows he could quickly find out, but half the fun is the wondering.

After a long soak in the bath and dressing in the new white lingerie you picked up that morning, you pull on your sundress and pack a few things for the hotel. Not convinced you’ll be sleeping but you pack some pajamas anyway, before slowly making your way to the York residence just before 8.

“I can’t believe you are going to do this.” Carol hisses as Dave picks up his bag, slinging it over his shoulder. 

“Feel free to call the police department and confess to a hit and run while drinking.” Dave snorts, opening the door and looking back at his wife.

You see him at his door, and you shiver with anticipation. You pick up your pace a little until you’re waiting patiently next to his car.

“Get in.” He tells you as he unlocks the door.

“Yes sir,” you say with a shy smile, before climbing in.

Dave hums, taking his bag into the back seat before he climbs behind the wheel.

“So, how are you?” You ask after a few minutes of driving in silence. Clearly nervous and wondering if he can tell.

“Surprised that you are here.” Dave tells you. “Honestly.”

A small giggle slips through your lips and you see his brow raise in response and you’re almost certain his lips began to curl upwards before falling back into their natural state of neutrality. “I’m not… I thought you weren’t ever going to text me though.”

“Why is that?” He looks at you at the stop sign at the end of the road.

“I don’t know,” you say with a shrug, “I guess I figured you already knew I have no intentions of saying anything.”

“I figured that out the second your chin trembled in my hand.” Dave chuckles and sends you a small smirk before he turns to the right and starts driving towards the hotel he had booked.

“Mhmm,” you say, before nervously biting on your bottom lip. “You definitely had me in the palm of your hand.”

“Gotta say I’m surprised you came out and just said that you wanted me to fuck you to keep silent.” He snorts. “Thought Carol was going to stroke out.”

“Yeah, I still can’t believe I said it either.” You admit. “I can’t believe she didn’t punch me.”

“Fuck her.” He rolls his eyes. “She deserves it for being a fucking cunt who acts like she’s got a get out of jail free card for everything.” 

“Well then I guess it’s time you got a reward for being such an attentive husband.” You reach over and gently squeeze his knee before letting your hand fall back into your lap.

“Are you a virgin?” Dave asks, wanting to know if it was true. He had said you were, but he didn’t know for sure.

“Is it a problem for you if I am?” You ask quietly. A little nervous about his answer, but figuring that he already knows anyway.

“No.” Dave shakes his head and his cock is throbbing at the thought. “I will just not ram my cock into you. I don’t want you to hate fucking.” He snorts.

“I won’t mind,” you say with another giggle, “I should admit that I’ve thought about it… Thought about you.”

“What have you thought about?” He asks, wanting to know how deep this little crush goes.

You moan as his hand grips onto your thigh, “Dirty thoughts. There was this story I read where the Dad sold his daughter to a crime boss to pay off his debts…”

“Yeah?” He chuckles.” Was I the crime boss? Taking the innocent girl and ruining her?”

“Yes.” Your hand comes down on top of his and gently moves it higher. “Took her virginity and became addicted to her pussy.”

“Hmmmm and you think I’ll become addicted to yours?” He muses.

“Maybe.” You inch his hand up just enough that his fingertips can brush the lace material of your bright white panties, wondering how he’ll react to the wet patch in the center.

“It would have to be pretty good.” He warns you. “Besides, why would you want a man who will cheat on his wife?”

“I don’t think you would do it if she hadn’t pushed you this far,” you say with a shrug, gently letting go of his hand.

“That upset you.” He doesn’t ask, says it as a fact as he turns into the hotel parking lot. He didn’t choose a seedy motel, the nice, modern chain hotel will provide little luxuries and complete privacy.

You don’t say anything, you simply offer a small smile before appreciating the fact he’d clearly put thought into where you were going. “I’m not a silly little girl,” you say as he pulls into a spot, “I don’t expect you to fall in love with me or for anything to come from this, Dave. I know this just for one night.”

“And yet, you’re wearing sexy lingerie.” His hand slides back between your thighs to press against your wet clit.

“I thought you’d like it,” you admit, before moaning his name softly.

“What color is it?” He asks before he chuckles. “White. Right?”

You nod your head, feeling slightly embarrassed at how predictable you are. His demeanour is slightly sharper than before, and you can’t help but ask, “Do you not want to do this?”

“I am trying to figure out if you really want to do this.” Dave tells you seriously.

“I do.”

“Good.” He growls and pulls his hand away. “If you regret it, there’s not a fucking thing I can do after I’m buried deep in your little pussy.”

“I won’t regret it,” you say softly, before cupping his face, “I promise.” In that moment you can’t help but wonder when the last time someone was gentle with him, his body seems to immediately stiffen as your fingertips rub gentle circles into his cheeks.

Dave nods, trying not to pull away from your fingers but they feel too good against his skin. Foreign to a man who spends so much time in darkness.

“Shall we go in?” You ask with a genuine smile, “We don’t have to rush into anything.”

“I’ve already checked in.” He tells you, holding up his phone. “Digital key.”

“Perfect.” You unbuckle your seatbelt and grab your overnight bag and step out the car, waiting for Dave to lead the way.

You are an eager thing, he has to give you that. He claims his own bag and walks around the car, placing his hand on your lower back and guiding you towards the doors.

You love the way his hand feels on you, and wonder how he's planning on taking things tonight. "I think tonight is going to be a good night," you say with a smile as he leads you to the elevators.

"Have you eaten, or were you too nervous?" He asks once you are in the elevator and the doors are closed. The button for the eighth floor is pressed and he looks over at where you are standing close to him.

"I had lunch but nothing else," you tell him, resisting the urge to thread your fingers with his.

"Do you want to eat after?" He won't feed you before. Shooting you a grin, he shrugs. "If you eat now, you might throw up."

"Sounds good," you say with a smile. "I'm never one to turn down food."

"We'll order room service." He decides.

"Perfect." The elevator arrives on your floor and he gestures for you to step out first and you wait patiently for him to lead you to your room.

Dave pulls out his phone, opening the app and walking towards the room so he can open it with the digital key.

You step into the room and admire how nice it is, the king bed in the centre of the room looks nice and inviting. He stands in the doorway and watches you as you look around, "How do you want to do this?" You ask as you spin on your heel to talk to him. 

He has to admire how eager you seem to be. Smirking slightly, he lets the door clothes and then flips the lock behind him. "You tell me, sweetheart." He chuckles. "This was your demand. How do you want my cock."

"However you're willing to give it to me," you say, watching as he slowly walks towards you.

"I think I want you to strip for me." He tells you as he brushes past you to sit down in a chair that he pulls next to the bed. Arching a brow at you when he settles down.

"Yes, sir," you say, before unbuttoning your jacket and placing it on the bed. "I've never done this before." You take a few small steps until you're in front of his chair and wait for him to tell you to start.

"Take your time." He tells you. "Do it slowly."

You nod and flash him a small smile before slowly reaching behind to unzip your sundress. Letting the straps slowly fall off your shoulders as the billowy material starts to fall down your body, revealing the brand new lingerie set you had bought earlier that day.

"So innocent." He murmurs, taking in the white lace and yet there is something so dirty about you. You pushed for this, knowing he's married. You want him, however you can have him. "Hmmmm stay just like that." He tells you as he reaches for his belt.

"I got this just for you," you tell him, as your fingertips trail against the soft material. "Do you like it?" 

"It's pretty." He coos, smirking as your fingers trail over your body. Something you've obviously done a time or two because you aren't shy about it. "Why don't you come open my pants for me, Princess."

"Yes sir." Walking towards him, you bite your lip in anticipation, and slowly sink down onto your knees in front of him. Your fingers hover for a few seconds before finding the button and popping it open.

Dave watches you, under hooded eyes as you bite and lick your bottom lip. Your fingers fumbling slightly as you drag his zipper down. "Take your time."

You nod your head and wait for him to lift his hips, so you drag down his pants. "What do you want me to do first?"

"What do you want to do?" He asks. "I want you to suck my cock."

"I can do that," you say, as you pull down his pants and boxers in one clean sweep. The sweetest oooooh he's ever heard comes out of you as you see his cock for the first time. Thick, long, rock hard with the tip weeping. 

Dave watches you, enjoying the way your eyes widen and you unconsciously lick your lips. Innocent. At least you are innocent enough to fake it. He covers your hand with his and slowly starts to move your hand along his shaft.

"It's so thick," you say, as he helps you increase the pace, "Is it going to fit?"

"It's gonna fit. It'll be a tight little squeeze around my cock." He grunts, twitching in your hand.

"Yeah?" You ask before squeezing him a little tighter, and loving the groan he gifts you in response. "My little pussy is going to fit around this gorgeous cock like a glove."

You might be a virgin, but you've obviously touched a cock before. He grunts, wondering what little boy you touched and how quickly he came. "You are going to scream before you leave this suite."

"Yes, but only your name," you say with a little giggle. "Tell me how good your cock feels in my hand, sir."

"Sir?" His brow arches up and he chuckles. "Do you have a little bit of an authority kink?" He asks, figuring that you would be attracted to him if that was the case. He's been told he has a commanding presence.

"I don't know," you admit with a shrug, still stroking his cock. "I guess I just like the idea of you in charge."

"Open your mouth." He reaches out and grasps your chin. "Taste my cock."

Your mouth falls open immediately, tongue dipping out to lip the head. You've never sucked cock before but you've watched a lot of videos and read a lot of smut, so you remember not to take too much at once and to swallow around him.

"G-good." He grunts as your tongue flutters over the tip and your lips wrap around him. "How do I taste?"

You pull off him with a loud pop, "First cock I've ever sucked, and I already know that no other will compare… Delicious."

He grunts, and his cock twitches in your hand. "Good. Suck it some more." He orders roughly.

You take the base of him in your hand again and wrap your lips around the head, hollowing your cheeks before bobbing up and down slowly, feeling your arousal drip down your thighs as he groans in pleasure.

Dave lets you work at your own pace, slowly exploring him and getting comfortable with his size. You are probably soaking through your panties as you kneel in front of him. "Do you like that? Sucking my cock."

Not wanting to stop, you simply look up at him through your lashes and nod. You take him a little deeper and moan at the stretch, eyes filling with water as fat tears threaten to stain your cheeks.

He can't take his eyes off of you, eyes watering and about to spill down. He wants to see it. He rocks his hips up and pushes his cock deeper into your mouth and grunting when you gag.

You splutter around him, tears now streaming down your face as he grunts something filthy at you. It's overwhelming but you want more, the need to be at his mercy growing stronger as your panties get wetter.

"Slide back." Dave orders with a growl, suddenly wanting to be on his feet over you. "Now."

You obey his command immediately, letting him fall out of your mouth before sliding back and waiting patiently for your next order.

"Open your mouth, stick out your tongue." He stands, his pants shuffling as he moves forward, stroking his cock that is covered with your saliva. "I'm gonna fuck your throat, pretty girl."

You swallow hard at his words and the filthy smirk that spreads across his face tells you that he heard it. You place your hands in your lap and open your mouth, making eye contact as you stick out your tongue. 

He smirks at how quickly you follow his order. How eagerly you obey him. "Good girl." He grunts, slapping his cock onto your tongue and then rocking his hips forward to thrust into your mouth.

One of your hands comes up and rests gently on his thigh as he starts to fuck into your mouth, you focus on hollowing you cheeks and swallowing around him. You gag around him as he starts to pick up his pace and you think he likes this, you think he likes seeing your innocent face overwhelmed by his thick cock. 

Dave works up a quick pace, moving his hand to the back of your head and pressing you harder onto his cock. Starting to really fuck your mouth to see how much you will drool and choke on him.

The noises you make are filthy, your fingernails dig into his thighs as you gasp for breath, after a few moments you push your head back and pull off him with a loud gasp. Still connected to him with a line of saliva.

"Good girl." He pulls his hips back and he leans down, opening his own mouth and spitting, wanting you to swallow his spit.

"Delicious." You rise up so you're standing toe to toe with him, and you decide to make a move. Wrapping your arms around his neck, and pressing a fleeting kiss to his lips.

"Why do I like every other man is just going to be a disappointment when compared to you?"

"Because they are." He chuckles, sliding his hands down and squeezing your ass. "Now, stretch out on the bed and watch while I get more comfortable."

"Yes sir." Climbing onto the bed, you make yourself comfortable. Letting your fingertips trail down your body as you watch him.

Dave isn't wearing a button down shirt, so he doesn't get to show you how slowly he can undress. But he is making you wait as he slides his shirt up over his head.

"You're so sexy," you whisper, as he starts to shred his clothing.

He chuckles, flattered by your praise because he knows he's not in as good of shape as he used to be. No need when you aren't in the military anymore. He kicks off his shoes and strips off the pants that are already around his ankles.

"What do you want to do to me first?" You ask, as you push yourself up onto your elbows and admire the view.

"Undo your top." He grunts as he starts moving towards the bed. "Want to see your tits."

You reach around and undo your bra, letting the straps fall off your shoulders before pulling it off.

"Fuck." He hisses, imagining biting and sucking on the sweet little nipples you've exposed. "I'll enjoy cumming on them." He tells you. "Turn over, your ass up in the air and your face down on the bed."

You do as he commands, ignoring the way your cheeks burn a little. Waiting patiently to see what he's going to do next.

Kneeling on the bed behind you, he reaches out to caress your ass, enjoying the sight of your panties stretched over your ass. Swatting your cheek, one then the other sharply with his palm. "Fucking dirty."

"You going to keep these panties?" You ask as you lift your face off the pillow. "Something special for you to remember this night."

"Might." He hums. "Might just tie you up with them." He threatens lightly, knowing that he won't.

"You can do anything you want." You say as he softly massages your ass. "Are you taking me like this first?"

"No." He's not going to take you like this. His fingers curl under the waist of your panties and he starts to drag them down.

"Ohhh," you moan as he exposes your dripping wet core. "Dave."

"Nothing to moan about yet." He huffs, lowering himself down to eye level with your cunt. "Yet." Lunging forward, he spreads your cheeks and dives into your cunt from behind.

"Ohhh fuck," you yelp, his tongue beginning the most delicious assault on your cunt. "Don't stop."

He grunts, not bothering to pull away to tell you he has no intention of stopping. Making sure his tongue curls filthily. Licking you from clit to puckered hole.

"Daaaave," you scream, as he starts lapping against your clit, your thighs begin to shake as he pushes you towards paradise.

He actually enjoys eating pussy. Never minding it when his wife wanted until it began to be a one sided thing where she would make excuse after excuse not to suck his dick. So he had stopped doing it. Now, he is ravenous, licking through your folds and greedy to hear your moans.

"How do I taste?" you ask, mimicking his own questions from moments before.

He grunts, flicking his tongue against your clit and slapping your thigh. Enjoying your cheekiness as he works his jaw, wanting you to scream.

"Tell me," you beg, as he starts sucking your clit, pulling you closer and closer to that edge.

"Like Christmas." He grunts, pulling his lips away for a moment before he slides his tongue back up to your quivering entrance to tongue fuck you.

The noise that you make is indescribable, filthy yet so innocent as he starts to thrust his tongue in and out of you. Your finger finds your throbbing clit and you start to rub slow circles into it as he takes you apart with his tongue.

Dave's hand smacks yours, pulling it away. You aren't going to cum from anything you do to your body if you are in bed with him. You wanted him, you're going to get him.

You yelp as he slaps away your hand and he growls into your core. "Dave, please," you beg, over and over, not sure what you're pleading for but needing more.

Instead of chastising you, he gives you what you need. Sliding his tongue out of your dripping, quivering cunt, he moves back down to your clit and pushes two thick fingers inside you to replace his tongue.

The stretch from his fingers makes you sink your teeth into your lip, his are so much thicker than yours and it's almost too much. His tongue laps at you like he's a starved man, and it isn't long before your arms are threatening to give way and your thighs are shaking from the pleasure ripping its way through your body, and you're unable to speak even a single word as pleasure overwhelms you.

Dave hums against your clit, providing that slight vibration against your bundle of nerves as he sucks again. Not able to see your face, he's feeling and hearing your reaction and it's something beautiful and satisfying.

"I think I'm gonn-oohhh," you gasp before cumming hard on his tongue and around his fingers. Squeezing them so tightly it swear you hear him groan. "Fuck."

He isn't greedy right now. He doesn't pull his fingers back and immediately move. Working you through it with slow pumps of his fingers and flicks of his tongue.

"All other men are officially ruined," you breathe out with a giggle, coming down from your high and loving the unexpected soft attention from him as you do so.

He chuckles as he pulls away, straightening and curling his fingers slightly before he pulls them out of your cunt and dragging you up off the bed to offer them to you to taste.

You wonder if he heard you wince as he removed his fingers, not used to the thickness of him. A smile spreads across your face before you take his fingers in your mouth, sucking gently before pulling off with a pop. "I read a story once, where she tasted them mixed together... Can we try that later?"

He hums, smirking slightly as his other hand cups your breast. "You are a curious little slut." He teases, not meaning it negatively. He likes that you are curious. That you want to try all your desires. Pre-cum from his cock smears across your lower back.

"I plan on making the most of my one night with you," you admit, before turning around to face him.

"Interesting." He smirks and squeezes your ass. "Now, do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, please." You reply excitedly, "Fuck me, sir."

It's not exactly gentle, the way he pushes you down onto the bed, although he makes sure you are comfortable before he follows. Sliding between your quickly spreading thighs, his hips are cradled by yours and he lays his throbbing cock against your mound as he slowly gives you his weight, letting you feel him spread over you.

"Dave," you moan, as he throbs against your clit. Nerves dancing around in your tummy as you get ready to take your first ever cock, "Please."

"Please what?" He teases again, brushing his lips against yours while he rocks his hips playfully. "You want something, you have to tell me."

"Kiss me," it's not what you were begging for, but the way his lips brushed against yours, has you needing more.

He knows that wasn't what you meant to say, but he chuckles. Giving into your pretty begging, he kisses you and slides his tongue along your lips.

You can't help but moan against his lips, before opening yours and letting his tongue gain entry. Your hand finds its way into his hair and you press him closer, the kiss becoming more frantic as you do so.

He doesn't rush you. Making out like he's not aching to sink into your virgin walls and claim you. His tongue caresses yours and he groans into your mouth.

Your spare hand trails down his back, your fingernails lightly digging in and leaving small scratches and marks wherever they can. "Fuck me, Dave," you beg softly against his lips, before resuming your kiss.

Pulling his hips back slightly, Dave moves his cock with his hand, rubbing it up and down your folds before he presses against your entrance. "With pleasure."

You take a deep breath, ready for him to shove his cock into you, but he's much slower than you're anticipating. Pushing in inch by inch and letting you adjust to the width of him. 

Even if his hand was forced, he's not going to make this any harsher than it needs to be. Slowly rocking his hips as he fills you. Keeping his lips on yours as he gathers you closely.

It makes you hiss as he stretches you open, your fingernails digging a little harsher into his skin until he fills you to the hilt. 

"Not a virgin anymore." He murmurs against your lips, making sure that he doesn't move while you get used to the feeling of him inside you.

"Thank you," you reply, "You feel so big, Dave."

"I am big." He hums, not boasting but he's got a good sized cock.

"And you’re all mine tonight," you say with a giggle, "You can move. I want you to feel good."

Making a sound of agreement, Dave starts to move Grinding deeper before pulling his hips back to start a slow and steady rhythm. While he wants to wreck you, there is time for that later. He needs you to get used to his cock and enjoy the ride.

You're surprised at how quickly the pleasure drowns out the ache of pain. "Feels so good," you murmur as he slightly increases his pace, searching for that spot inside of you. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

He rolls his hips down, rewarded when you squeal and your walls clench down around his cock. "There it is." He groans with a grin on his face as he makes sure to hit against that spot again and again with every thrust.

You swear that you can see stars as he notches against a part of you that you've never been able to reach. Your walls greedily suction around him as he pulls out your pleasure with ease. "Tell me how I feel," you beg, needing to hear how good you're making him feel.

"Tightest little cock sleeve I've ever been in." He groans, being purposefully filthy and moaning in your ear. "So goddamn hot and tight around me." He hisses when you clench down around him in response to his filthy words. "Gonna fuck you all night, just leave you on my cock."

"Please," you gasp out at his words, camping down around him as he notches against paradise. "Fill me up, make this pussy yours."

"Gonna." He grits out, clenching his teeth together and snarling when you wrap your legs around his waist. His next thrust is harsher than he meant, unable to hold back as he surges forward and fills you with his cock. 

You cry out as he snaps his hips, and he immediately covers your mouth with his. Gripping onto to you as he rocks his hips, fucking into that spot whilst possessively claiming your lips.

He keeps his thrusts sharper, enjoying the way that you respond and clench around him. Loving how your nails scratch down his back and mark him up for Carol to see. He groans into your mouth and reaches down to hitch your leg higher on his hip, wanting to get even deeper.

You feel yourself teetering on the edge, seconds away from falling over. The sound of him grunting your name sends you flying, white hot pleasure ripping through you as you scream his name, your cunt clamps down hard around his throbbing cock before flooding around him. 

He hadn't expected you to cum so quickly but he groans, rocking you through it with the same pace that had worked you up to your orgasm. Watching as you thrash under him and feeling the small catch in his throat when you whimper his name after screaming it.

"Fuck," you choke out, as he continues to chase his high. Your pussy still fluttering around his throbbing cock as you come down from your high. "You're incredible," you murmur against his lips, "So fucking incredible."

"You're incredible." He grunts, knowing that you want reassurance that you are good. "Gonna make me cum if I'm not careful."

"I want you to cum," you say, bumping your nose against his,

"Fuck, I want to feel you dripping from me.

You are filthy and he loves that. Twitching inside you as he chuckles. "Then you'll drip me while I recover." He promises, quickening his pace to one that he wanted to fuck you at.

He punches the air from your lungs as he chases his high, fucking you into the mattress as you bite down onto his shoulders uncaring about the marks you'll leave. You want to tell him that he feels better than you imagined, how all the books and videos on Bellessa House didn't prepare you for just how incredible it all feels.

Dave's hands run down your thighs, pulling them up more as he snaps his hips down, fucking furiously into you.Wanting to fuck away the traitorous thoughts in his head. He grunts. "Fuck. Shit-you- tight."

The pace is dizzying, the pleasure accompanied by a little twang of pain making your head spin. Opening your eyes you concentrate on his face, his pupils blown wide with lust as he grunts over and over, his pace getting a little sloppier with every thrust as he nears his high.

He feels his body starting to tighten. Balls pulling up against his body and he hisses out a curse as his hips stutter. "Fuck." Thrusting twice more, he grinds his cock deep and moans your name as he paints your walls with hot spurts of cum, emptying himself into you.

You moan louder with every spurt of cum that he fills you up with, never wanting to lose this feeling of being caught beneath him. "That was incredible," you murmur after a few moments of panting and catching breaths. "Thank you."

He hums and looks down at you with a small smirk. "You're welcomed?" He asks. "Maybe I should be thanking you."

"No," you say with a little shake of your head, "That was perfect. Better than I had ever imagined. How are you feeling?" You ask as he hooks your leg around his hip and lays down next to you, keeping his cock nestled inside.

He snorts, rolling his eyes at your question. "I just took your virginity." He reminds you. "I should be asking you how you feel." You shrug slightly and he sighs. "Surprisingly good for being the first time l've cheated on my wife." He tells you.

"Do you regret it?" You ask, stroking his face and trying to ignore the way it stung a little as he rolled his eyes at you. "Are you happy you came?"

"I don't regret it." He promises, leaning into your touch. "And I am happy that I came. Pun completely intended." He jokes.

"Good," you say with a smile, your fingertips rubbing the softest circles into his face. "I'm really happy that you came, I see how stressed you've been... And I just feel the need to take some of that away from you." 

"You see that I'm stressed?" His brow furrows in surprise, sure that he had carried the stress well. At least Carol had not asked about it in a long time.

"You carry it on your shoulders," you say, before pressing a light kiss to the tip of his nose. "And in your eyes."

"Why would you care?" He seriously doesn't understand why you would want to ease his stress.

You immediately notice the change in him, and you worry you've overstepped. "You just work so hard... I'm sorry."

"No." Dave reaches for your hand when you pull it back, keeping it on his face. "I don't mean it like that." He explains. "I just don't know why you would care about me."

"Why not? You work so hard to look after your family." You resume drawing the little circles on his face with your fingertips, "I'm not saying I didn't want to do this for selfish reasons, but really I just wanted to give you some relief."

It's quite possibly the most touching thing that someone has done for him in a long time. Despite the headache he got from Carol, he feels relaxed. He hums and rolls onto his back, pulling you on top of him. "Then you need to keep relieving me tonight." He grunts, eyes closed and a hint of a smile on his face.

"However you need," you say with a giggle, before bending over and recapturing his lips with a bruising kiss.

"Are you okay?" He asks softly, wanting to make sure that he hadn't hurt you.

"I'm really fucking good," you say, before nudging your nose against his. "Better than I have been in a long time."

"Good." He accepts that, sighing softly as he wonders what the fuck will happen now. He's enjoying being here with you. Liking how you are soft and sweet with him.

"Do you wanna order room service, baby?" You ask, loving the way he pulls you even closer. "See if I can make you cum again before it arrives?" 

"What do you want to eat?" He asks. "Might be harder for you to make me cum the second time around."

"I'm up for a challenge, and mhmmm... breakfast sounds good."

"Are you one that can eat breakfast anytime?" He asks with a chuckle, thinking of all the times Alice demands pancakes for dinner.

"I could eat you anytime," you giggle, "But yes. IHOP is my idea of a romantic date."

He snorts and shakes his head. "So I shouldn't tell you that I make better pancakes, hmmm?"

"Not unless you're planning on making me some," you murmur against his lips, "Order food, baby."

"You have to move off me." He reminds you in a teasing tone as he squeezes your hips.

"Hurry," you say, before moving off him and shooting him an exaggerated pout. "Extra maple syrup."

The menu is by the phone on the desk across from the bed.

Striding over to it nude, Dave is very aware of your eyes on him as he picks up the receiver and connects to the kitchen to place the order.

Your eyes roam up and down his body, taking in every delicious inch. He's gorgeous. Broad and begging to be touched... tasted.

He orders you pancakes, extra maple syrup with eggs and a mimosa. A steak for himself, with eggs and toast to keep with the breakfast theme. Turning back towards you as he finishes up the order. "Anything else?"

"Just you," you say with a smirk.

Rolling his eyes, he pulls the phone back up to his mouth.

"That's it. Thanks." Hanging up, he watches you watch him for a moment, finding the fascination in your eyes slightly thrilling.

"Come here," you tell him softly.

He could resist, probably should reestablish the power dynamic but he finds that he doesn't want to. Humming quietly, he walks towards you, keeping his eyes on you.

"Kiss me, Dave York, and then tell me what you want me to do to you."

You are an intoxicating mixture of submissive and demanding, making it hard to judge what will come out of your mouth. "If you want me to fuck you again, you better suck my cock."

The moment he's laying down, you're crawling down the bed and positioning yourself between his legs. He's half hard and you feel your core get wetter at the thought of him hardening in your mouth. "With pleasure."

Eagerly, you take his cock into your mouth, making him groan before you pull off of him. He grunts, but is satisfied when you lick up the length of him. "Fuck. Greedy little thing, aren't you?" He huffs happily.

You hum happily around his length, gently sucking his cock and loving how it feels as he gets harder and harder in your mouth.

Dave reaches down, his hand smoothing over your hand and around to your jaw. Feeling it open and work as you bob up and down on his cock. "Does it turn you on?" 

You nod yes, too greedy to pull off to speak. This is the only night you get him and you refuse to let a moment go to waste. You hollow your cheeks like you've seen in porn and moan in pleasure around him.

"Less suction." He urges you, smirking down at your wide eyes.

"Don't suck my soul out. I don't have one."

You pull off him and shake your head, "Yes you do. No one loves their kids the way you love those girls without a soul, Dave."

"They are my kids." He tells you. "Of course I love them."

"You have a soul, Dave," you say again softly, before taking him back in your mouth. He's fully hard and you're on a race against the clock to get him to cum again before food arrives. You swallow over and over as you take him as deep as you can, trying hard not to gag as you start bobbing up and down.

He watches, groaning when he's bucking his hips up slightly.

"Good girl." He moans your name quietly, feeling his body responding to your eager mouth.

You gently stroke the parts of him you can't fit into your mouth, wanting him to flood your mouth with his cum, needing to make this moment just about him. You double down on your efforts while remaining conscious that you've only done this once before earlier this evening. The groans he rewards you with spurring you on as his hips start to rock in and out of your greedy little mouth. 

"Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" Dave grunts, wondering if you want him to fill your pussy again or mouth this time.

The smile that spreads across your face even with your mouth stuffed full of his cock makes him chuckle. You gently nod, not wanting to hurt him, still bobbing up and down. The ache between your legs growing stronger and stronger with every passing second.

His groan of your name is strained, nearly unheard as it's forced from his throat with all the air in his lungs. His body tensing up and his balls pulling tight against his body for the second time tonight.

You hum in delight as he starts to spill down your throat, one of his hands holding your head still as he rocks his hips.

The salty tang of him is addictive and you hope it's not the only time time he'll finish in your mouth tonight. You swallow as much as you can, feeling some slip from the corner of your lips and he fills you up. Each one of his thrusts coming with a raspy groan of pleasure.

You gently pull off him as he hisses from the overstimulation, making eye contact, you gather up the cum that's dripping down your chin and neck and bring it up to your lips, being sure to swallow every drop. "You taste delicious, Mr York."

The knock at the door interrupts you both and Dave springs up. Reaching for his boxers as he looks back at you. "Get under the covers."

"Yes sir," you say with a little giggle, loving how possessive he is.

Dave opens the door, sure that it's not Carol coming to scream at you, he had not let her know where he was taking you. The waiter nods and he backs up to allow him to bring the tray in. "On the table is fine." He tells him, looking at where you're peeking out over the covers.

You avoid eye contact with the waiter, focusing on watching Dave. Your eyes scanning his broad shoulders and feeling yourself grow more desperate to feel him again. You whisper a soft 'thank you' to the waiter as he puts the tray down and makes his way back towards the door.

Only after the lock is flipped again does Dave start to chuckle. "That man wanted to see you so bad, I thought he was going to strain his eyes."

You whip off the covers and raise an eyebrow, "Do you wanna call him back?" You tease as he shakes his head.

"Think I'll keep you to myself." He decides, motioning you over. "Come eat. Don't get dressed."

"Please do," you say as you slide off the bed and stroll over to him. Unashamed of your nakedness in front of him, because you feel so at ease. "I'm starved."

"Good." He winks and starts to pull the covers off the dishes. "If you spill syrup on yourself, I'll just lick it off you."

"Sounds like you're trying to make me spill it." You take a mouthful of the soft fluffy pancakes and moan in delight,

"Second best thing I've tasted this evening."

"What's the first?" He asks, smirking slightly and finding your flirty, playful humor to be far more enjoyable than he had thought you would be. You always seemed so nervous around him.

"I think you know," you say, before reaching over and stealing a fry from his plate. "How are you feeling?"

"Surprisingly good." Dave tells you, smirking slightly and pushing his plate towards you. "I don't like being forced to do something, so I had thought I would resent tonight. But I have enjoyed myself."

"Did you really feel forced?" You ask, feeling your face drop.

"I wouldn't have said shit, I can't believe I even suggested it;

I think it was because she was being so mean."

"No." He shakes his head, wishing he hadn't said anything to you. Not liking the way your face has fallen and you look upset. "I don't feel forced. You gave me the excuse to touch you."

"Good," you say quietly, biting down on your bottom lip to stop it from quivering. "I-uh, you know you can leave if you want to? I'll sign anything, I’ll do anything, but I think you already know that I'd never do anything that you could get implicated in and get you in trouble."

"I'm not leaving." Dave assures you. "I think we are past signing anything, don't you?"

"Yes," you reply, a small smile briefly lifting your lips upwards, before you dig back into your food.

"Good." He smirks slightly as he watches you eat. You've got a good appetite.

"What do you want to do after this?" You ask, between bites of pancakes. "I could make you cum again. With my hand this time?"

"You are the one who should tell me how this is going to go." He reminds you. "You are the one without the experience. What do you want to do?"

"I want to ride you."

"Then finish your dinner and I'Il let you climb on top."

"You'll tell me what to do?" You ask, a little embarrassed. "I mean I've seen it in porn, but I want you to feel good."

Dave snorts, nearly choking on his drink and looks over at you to see if you are being serious. "Sweetheart, if your pussy is around my dick, I feel good."

"That's it?" You ask, all wide eyed and hopeful. Gently placing the fork down onto your plate. 

He nods, watching you preen under the praise. "You could sit on my cock while you eat and I would be happy."

"Right now, sir?" Your voice softly begs, as you stare into those dark brown eyes.

You continuously surprise him. He pushes back from the table and lifts his hips to take off his boxers. "Come sit."

You push your plate across the table before standing up and stepping towards him. "Yes sir." Grateful that you're still slick enough for him to slide in, you slowly lower yourself as he guides his cock towards your entrance. "Fuck. How do you feel thicker like this?"

The angle is better but he's too busy groaning your name to tell you that. Gripping your hips and closing his eyes in bliss.

"Feel good baby?" You ask, with a giggle. Feeling his thighs tighten beneath you as you clench around him.

"Feels good." Dave breathes out. "How does it feel for you?"

He asks, sliding his hands up to explore your body shamelessly as you sit on his throbbing cock.

"Incredible." Shamelessly you lean your head back and rest it on his shoulder, loving the way his hands feel on you. 

"I think we are doing a good job of making the most of this one night," you say before grinding down on him. Clenching as tight as you can around him. 

He hisses, jaw clenching at how good it feels. How tight you are gripping him. "Gonna make sure you remember this." He grunts.

"Fuck," you groan, as you rock your hips. His grip on you getting tighter as you rest your head back on his shoulder. "I know you are."

His hand possessively comes back around the front of your waist and holds you tight. Fusing you to him as he snaps his hips hard and fast to see your reaction in his sudden change of pace. Loving the innocent yet filthy moan of his name that he steals from your throat.

Dave digs his fingers into your waist, wanting to leave tender marks for you to remember him by. Bruises that you can press and remember how he had held you, fucked you. "Another moan." He demands, driving his hips up again. "More."

You give into his demand so easily, letting the room fill with the sounds of your pleasure. You push down and meet each thrust of his hips with your own, feeling pleasure course through your body, making your eyes roll back and your clit throb.

This has been to get back at Carol, to give you what you want to shut you up, but right now, this is for him. Watching you start to cum is his own personal little pleasure.

Knowing that he is making your eyes roll back is a thrill.

"Dave," you mumble softly, feeling the coil inside of you threaten to snap and throw you over that edge as he fucks up into you. "Please." You start to beg over and over as it starts to feel all too much but not enough at once.

He hums, continuing to rock up into you at a harsh pace.

Wondering what you are asking him. For him to cum, for him to make you cum again. He hisses out your name and drags you down for a kiss.

His lips are possessive and rough but you love it. His hand grips your jaw as he kisses you hard while continuing to grind his hips.

You murmur his name softly against his plush lips, before interlacing your fingers with his and bringing his hand up to your breast. "Make me yours."

He follows your lead, groping your breast and tangling his tongue against yours again. Taking control and wrapping his other arm around you and lifting you up onto the table, scattering the dishes. 

"Tell me what you need," you murmur against his lips, as he tightens the grip he has on you and as you wrap legs around his waist.

Dave shoots to his feet, crowding over you. "Let me-" he grabs your thighs and pulls them up onto your waist. "Hang on."

"Yes sir," you say with a little giggle. "What are we doing?"

You watch his face, as he stares down at you, clearly enjoying the view. The urge to reach up and gently brush his cheek becomes overwhelming but you figure that may be overstepping a line, so you wait patiently for him to make his next move. 

He stares for a few moments, rolling his jaw a few times before letting himself go."Tight little pussy," he growls quietly, before cupping your cunt and swiftly moving his hand up to your chest. "Perfect tits." He squeezes your breast roughly for a few moments and quickly let's go so he can grip your trembling jaw.

"Enthusiastic little mouth, you're being absolutely perfect for me... aren't you? Are you trying to make it difficult for me? Make it impossible to keep you for just one night?" You blink up at him, all doe eyed and innocent, staying completely still and silent as his hands roam your body.

Mumbling filth and praises and reminding you that no else has ever touched you how he's touching you right now, no one else has ever buried themselves deep in your perfect cunt and tasted your cum.

"I was furious," Dave admits after a few moments of silence, with a shake of his head. “Another careless mess she left me to clear up. But fuck, this time I might thank her when I get home." He tucks his thumb underneath your jaw and tilts your head up a little, before smashing his lips against yours. The kiss is quick, but it's consuming, the kind that makes you curl your toes and gasp for air... the kind that leaves your body begging for more. "I don't think I've felt this relaxed in years, or this happy."

"Dave," you breathe out and he immediately shushes you and presses another kiss to your lips.

"Will you let me show you how thankful I am, baby girl?"

"Yes," you breathe out, the easiest question you've ever had to answer.

You're still comfortably perched on the table, and he takes his seat in front of you again before he spreads your legs and places them over his shoulders.

The view has his cock twitching. Your pretty little pussy glistening with both of your arousal, his cum still slowly dripping from you. The heat of his breath coats your cunt and it sends the most delicious shiver down your spine as he teases what's to come.

"Should I lick this pretty little clit?" He murmurs against your thigh before gently sinking his teeth into it, "Or should I shove my tongue into that pretty little asshole? Watch you squirm as I eat your ass?"

He watches the way your chest starts to heave up and down, loving the innocence sketched across your face. "I'm going to lick your clit, and have you cum on my face and then you're going to taste yourself from my lips." He decides out loud, but not before gently biting your thigh again.

Your innocence is so appealing. Your enthusiasm for him is intoxicating. Dave hasn't felt this good about sex in years, since Alice was born. Definitely not as eager to eat Carol out as he is you.

Every flick of his tongue is calculated, he's taking his time, wanting to watch you come undone slowly and not wanting to rush this. He can tell you're eager for more, and you'll get it, but right now every swipe of his tongue is designed to make you beg for more. He needs to hear it, and the louder you'll be for him, the more he'll give to you.

There's something completely thrilling about taking someone's pleasure and making it his own. Controlling it.

Controlling you through it. It's just as satisfying as pulling a trigger, in some ways more so, because the people he fucks know him.

A soft whimper of his name stumbles from your lips as he methodically licks at your clit, loving every tremble of your thighs and shaky exhale he's pulling from you. "P-please," you beg quietly and wantonly as he picks up his pace a little bit.

Your fingers gently weave through his hair, pulling him closer to you as he flicks and sucks at your clit, groaning in pleasure as you moan his name.

There's something innocent about your face as he works you up. Even as dirty as it is, you still look innocent. Making him more determined to pull you apart.

You can feel that little coil inside of you threatening to snap, as your thighs start to shake uncontrollably. The sound of his groans paired with the expert flick of his tongue making you see stars and moan his name so sweetly.

He growls into your core, as your fingers twist in his hair as everything starts to go dark. Your eyes rolling back into your head as you teeter over that delicious edge.

"Cum," he growls, lips still attached to your clit and you can't deny him. Your thighs tighten around his head as your thrown so deliciously over that edge, your back arching as you press his head closer to your pussy. 

Dave groans, changing from sucking on your clit to lapping delicately at your folds. Tasting the sweetness that pours from you as you shake.

You weakly call out his name as your orgasm continues to course throughout you. His mouth is still working its magic, as you tremble beneath him, and your fingers start rubbing soft circles into the back of his head.

"You. Are. Amazing." You say, before erupting in a fit of giggles, fingers gripping on to the edge of the table to steady yourself. "Is it my turn to take care of you?"

He doesn't answer, instead he does exactly what he said he was going to do and presses his lips to yours, letting you taste your arousal straight from his lips. Keeping your mouth pressed to his as he explores your mouth enthusiastically, loving the way he can pull those sweet little moans from you with just his kiss.

"Finish eating baby girl," he says with a wink, "The night is still young and I've not had my fill of you just yet."

You pull yourself up from the table, and take a seat next to his, smiling at the way he immediately pulls your chair closer and you both eat your dessert in a comfortable silence.

"Dave... Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," he grunts back, squeezing your thigh slightly.

"Why do you put up with it? I understand you have the girls but everyone knows they worship the ground you walk on." You say with a shaky breath, scared of overstepping a line.

"Baby, you deserve to have someone waiting at home that'll treat you right. That'll show you just how grateful they are for you. How much they love you."

Dave frowns slightly, punching his brow together and he wonders why you care so much, although it's nice that you do. "Carol- she knows the darkest parts of me." He tells you. "Things that would give you nightmares and run away screaming."

"You know the darkest parts of her," you counter back.

"You're clearly working overtime to clear them up. So she can't use dark secrets against you in court." Your hand finds his and you lace your fingers with his, "You waltz into my house and insinuated that you could get rid of every trace of me, Dave, and here I am.. Am I running right now?"

You make a good point and Dave slowly shakes his head. “Why?” He asks quietly. “I’m married, I’m a killer. You should be running. You shouldn’t have given me your virginity.”

“I have no regrets,” you say with a shrug, noticing the change in him. “Maybe there’s something wrong with me.”

“Don’t say that about yourself.” He huffs. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

You move closer to him, and place your hands on his chest. “And there’s nothing wrong with you, Dave.”

He stares at you for a moment and contemplates your point. “And you think I should leave Carol.” He is talking out loud. “I would get less time with my kids and she’d be a bitch about things.”

“You deserve to be happy, and you don’t need to worry about not seeing the girls. Anyone would happily stand up and testify that you’re an incredible father, Dave.” you say with a smile. “And whatever happens, no matter how tough it gets, you can always call me. Anytime you need to talk… or if you need a little stress relief… maybe I could find a way to help with that?”

Dave arches a brow at your suggestion, basically an invitation to continue this if he wanted. “Yeah?” The smug smirk returns. “Liked it that much, huh?” You are far from a slut, but the idea of making you *his* slut is broadly appealing.

“Dave,” you say, before biting down on your lip for a few seconds and then letting go, “I fucking loved it. The things I want you to do to me… I’d let you do anything. You are intoxicating.”

He looks at you for a moment and then chuckles. “You might just be worth it.” He muses, reaching out and cupping your cheek. Patting it lightly and then gripping your chin. His phone starts to buzz in his pants pocket on the floor and he shakes his head when your eyes slide over there to the pile. “Just leave it. Let her stew.” He decides. “She’ll fuck up.” The prediction is an easy one. “She always does.”

“I’d really like you to fuck me again, Mr. York,” you say with a giggle ignoring the buzzing as he instructed, your chin still comfortably nestled in his hand. “Do you think you’ve got another round in you?” You tease as you gently squeeze his cock, loving the way he hisses in response.

“You’re gonna be a brat.” Dave growls. “I can tell. You fuck a girl one time and now she’s addicted.” He’s teasing, known that he’s going to fuck you again as soon as he gets hard. As long as you aren’t sore.

“Are you surprised?” You tease back, “How could I not have gotten addicted, baby? You are delicious. And yes. I’ll be brat if I have to be.” You press your lips to his and gently bite down on his bottom lip. “The things I’m going to beg you to do to me.”

“Like what?” He wants to know how dirty you are, what you want. “What would you beg me to do to you? Darkest little secret.”

You feel your cheeks burn as he stares at you, ready to hear all the filthy thoughts you’ve had about him. “You could tie me up,” you say quietly, “Keep me tied up until you’ve used me for as long as you want. Cover me in your cum.”

“*Nasty*.” He smirks and gives a small chuckle. “I think you would like that, wouldn’t you?” It’s interesting that you would have such filthy dreams when you were just so innocent. His cock twitches and he watches your eyes fall to his groin.

“I want you to use me for your own pleasure,” you say, as you gently rub his cock. “However you want.”

He groans quietly and starts to harden under your touch. “You sore?”

“A little,” you admit, “But nothing I can’t handle.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He admits quietly and sincerely. He’s a dick, and an asshole, but he’s not a sadist.

“I’ll tell you if you need to stop,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I want you.”

“Get on your knees.” He orders. “Show me your cunt.”

“I love how filthy you are,” you giggle, before obeying his command.

"I'm a dirty guy." He admits, reaching out and spreading your cheeks to see all of you.

"And all mine for the night." You say, moaning gently as his fingertips drag through your folds.

The phone buzzes again and he doesn't pay it any attention as he starts to push his fingers inside you. Curling them up to press deep. 

You moan his name, nuzzling your face in his neck as he works magic with his fingers. "God. I might not let you leave."

He smirks because he hasn't told you to turn around, but you couldn't resist getting close to him again. "I might not go."

"Seems like i'm not the only one who's got addicted," you tease, between breathy moans.

"Hard to resist when you are so easy." He snorts. "When you're giving it away, why wouldn't I take it?" 

"Easy?" You say, pushing his arm away. "Maybe I won't give it away if that's what you think."

"Hey, I was teasing." He frowns, but he drops his hand when you push him away.

"Make it up to me," you say, a smile spreading across your face to let him know you were teasing.

He huffs and shoots you a halfhearted glare. "You're not funny." He grumbles.

"You're sexy when you're grumpy." You say, grabbing his hand and leading it back towards your cunt.

"Brat." He huffs, but his fingers still find their way back inside you. Perhaps pushing a little harder than necessary, but you moan anyway.

"Your brat," you breathe out, as he starts pumping his fingers and finding that magic spot with ease. "Make me cum and then give me your cock."

"How about I give you my cock and make you cum on it?" He challenges, continuing to finger you roughly and he reaches out with his other hand to slap your ass.

"That sounds perfect," you say with a grin, "Do you like knowing that you're the only man to have ever touched me like this?"

"Fuckin' love it." He admits with a low growl.

"The only man I'd let touch me like this," you admit quietly

He doesn't say anything, but he hears you. His touch turns more possessive, commanding on your body as he works you up.

"I'm close," you choke out, as the delicious coil inside of you threatens to snap. "I would let you do anything to me, Dave. Anything.”

“Then cum for me.” Dave orders, slapping your ass again as you clench down on his fingers.

“Yes sir,” you say, before rocking your hips a little, chasing his fingers and your high. Feeling your pussy possessively pull his fingers back in as your walls flutter around them. “Tell me I'm yours.” You beg, wanting to hear him claim you.

“You’re mine.” He groans. “I marked you, claimed you. Mine.”

“All yours, Dave,” you whimper as your orgasm begins to overwhelm you. “Yours.” You cum hard, a steady stream of arousal coating his hand and wrist as you whisper his name before falling forward onto his chest. Your arms wrap around him, holding him gently as your breaths grow less rapid, your clit still pulsating and your cunt dripping as you come down from your high. It's surprising how comfortable you are with him, feeling nothing but content with him seeing you at your most vulnerable. He had said not long before that you should have never given him your virginity, but you disagree and in this moment you know you could never regret a single moment of any of being with him.

"How do you want me?" You ask quietly, cupping your hands around his jaw.

Dave pulls back slightly as he considers your question. His dark eyes narrowing slightly as he starts to realize that you might have done him a very large favor by demanding to spend a night with him. He had grown complacent, used to dealing with Carol's shit. Living in an honestly unhappy marriage because of the girls and because he knows that she would make his life hell. "Permanently." He decides.

"Sounds like you got addicted to this pussy after all," you say with a giggle, before pressing a kiss to his lips.

"It's a good pussy." He snorts, smirking against your lips.

"You wanna sleep? Or do you wanna fuck me again?" You ask, as he wraps his arms around you just a little tighter.

"Sleep," he says, before placing a quick kiss on your lips. "If you're good, I'll wake you up with my cock." He smirks when you whimper and settles down with you in his arms. "Sleep, baby."

"Goodnight, Dave," you mumble softly before falling into the deepest and most comfortable sleep you've had in ages. Feeling warmer and safer than you ever have, nestled up in his arms.

**

The justification for the way that he rolls you over in your sleep and spreads your legs is simple. The night isn't over.

Neither one of you have left the room and the sun still isn't quite yet peeked over the horizon. Allowing him to fully reason why there's nothing wrong with lining up and pushing inside your tight cunt slowly to watch your eyes start to move under their lids as you start to break free from sleep.

"D-Dave," you stutter incoherently, as he presses against something devastating inside of you. Still fighting sleep as he begins to overwhelm every single one of your senses.

He chuckles mockingly. "You wanted me to wake you up with my cock." His hips slap forward to punctuate his words.

Words refuse to form in your throat, as you let out a stream of pleasured moans and whimpers of his name. He finds that spot with such ease that it knocks the air out of your lungs, you feel your pussy flutter around him as you try to pull him towards you for a kiss.

You're so soft, so warm. Pulling him closer and Dave grunts before he presses his lips to yours. He had woken up harder than a rock and had almost resisted the urge to touch you again, but then your words came back to him. Realizing that you were right.

"Good morning, baby," you say with a giggle, before letting your hand run up and down his spine. Loving the way he starts kissing you between thrusts.

He doesn't answer you, just slides his tongue into your mouth as he pounds into you. Increasing the pace as you wake up.

"Fuck," you garble, as he works you into the mattress. Fucking you harder with each thrust, pulling the filthiest sounds from you as that coil inside of you threatens to snap.

"You gonna cum?" Dave demands through his teeth, breathless from his efforts. "Cream all - fuck - over my cock?"

"Yes!” You call out, your fingernails digging into his warm skin as everything goes dark. Your body starts to convulse beneath him as pleasure pumps throughout you. You hear him telling you to take it all as he keeps the same delicious pace throughout your high.

Dave's never been one to lose himself in sex, but he's completely lost. Unable to think of anything but the clutch of your cunt and your sweet moans. His hips driving forward to hear more.

"Cum," you gasp, as his movements become a little sloppier, moaning as you're still coming down from your high. "Fill me up."

Dave hisses against your lips, fingers digging into your shoulders and he feels his pace falter. "Fuck."

"You feel so good," you murmur against his lips.

Another thrust before he's grunting, pushing deep and moaning your name against your lips as he floods your cunt with ropes of cum. Feeling more relaxed than ever before when he's done and slumping down into your arms.

"You good?" You giggle, as you wrap your arms around him.

"Great." Dave sighs as he tucks his head into your shoulder for a moment more. "Just great."

You glance over at the clock and see it's still early, and decide to hold him a little tighter, letting you both fall into another sleep. Not ready for when he'll pull himself away later that morning.

**

Dave had fallen asleep inside you. When he wakes up again, he can't believe that he actually fell asleep inside you.

Pulling away slowly so he can slip out of the bed and shower, frowning slightly as he thinks about the night and the entire situation while he cleans up.

You wake to the sound of the shower, feeling a twinge of disappointment he snuck out of bed without waking you.

You stay glued to the spot, nestled up comfortably and listen to the sound of the water. The urge to join him grows stronger but you don't act on it, figuring he would have invited you to shower with him it that's what he had wanted.

You wonder if you should start gathering up your things, but you don't, instead you pull the pillow he had slept on closer to you and snuggle into it. Inhaling his scent and letting yourself enjoy the memories from the night before.

Dave showers methodically, like he would if he were coming back from an op. Stripping his skin down to leave no trace of evidence on it, although the same cannot be said this time about his heart or mind. Stepping out and wrapping a towel around his waist, he's already made the decision that he had been thinking about. Opening the door to find you wrapped around his pillow and smirking as he leans against the frame.

"Good morning," you say quietly, as you look over at him.

Admiring how good he looks as droplets of water drip down his chest.

"How are you feeling?"

"Surprisingly pretty good." Dave admits, looking a little confounded by that. "I normally never sleep well, but I slept through until I was getting up to take a shower." 

"Good," you say with a small smile, not letting up on snuggling the pillow. "I guess I should shower now as well. Before we go back to our regular lives."

Dave shrugs slightly but you don't see it. "Think you might be tipping off the police who caused the damage." He comments.

"No. I promised," you say, panic rising in your voice, "You don't trust me?"

He watches you shoot up off the pillow, your eyes frantic.

"Fine." He shrugs again. "Guess I'll tip them off, then."

"What are you talking about, Dave?" You say, as you pick his shirt up and pull it on, before rounding the bed towards him.

"Decided I'm not going to let Carol keep getting away with shit." He had thought about it in the shower and decided it was the right thing to do.

You place one hand on his chest and the other on his cheek, studying his face for a few seconds before realizing that he's officially done with cleaning up messes that aren't his own. "I can do it. I can talk to them. Request it's anonymous, you don’t need to be the one making the report." 

"Good." Dave nods. "The car hasn't been fixed yet, they should be able to get all the evidence they need off it."

You gently rub your thumb back and forth against his cheek before nodding, "Whatever you want me to say, I'll do it. I'll help however I can."

"Just tell the truth." He smirks at you. "But leave out the part where you fucked her husband."

"That's my favourite party of the story though," you say with a giggle, before pressing a kiss to his lips. "Guess I'll have to keep it to myself."

"You can tell me later on, once the dust has settled." Dave snorts. "There's plenty of evidence of other misdeeds that will be found."

"Sounds like you'll have a lot of stress that you'll somehow need to work out, Mr. York."

He snorts, smirking at you and tilts his head. "Stressful job, stressful life, about to be a single parent." He chuckles.

"Hope your little pussy is ready to be pounded every night while I work out that 'stress'.”

"Ready and wanting." You say before smashing your lips against his and wrapping your arms around him. "Anytime you need me."

[3 months later]

A smile stretches across your face as he crawls up from the bottom of the bed, his cock hanging hard and heavy between his legs as he pushes yours open.

With a possessive growl and he calls you his before slipping inside of you in one fluid motion, capturing your lips as he fills you to the hilt.

It had been a new start for you both, and you couldn't be happier that you started it together, with the girls.

Who'd have thought that witnessing that little wreck would have been the best thing that had ever happened to you?

#Pedro Pascal #Pedro Pascal characters #Dave York #David York #Dave York x you #Dave York x Reader #Dave York x F! Reader #dave york x female reader #Dave York x OFC #Dave York Smut #Dave York Imagine #Dave York x original female character #Dave York x Yn #The Equalizer 2 #The Equalizer fanfiction #My fanfiction #my fanfic #i love dave york yall #absurdthirst

[grogusmum]

Thanks for doing the throwback Thursday fic recs :) I love your Javi G IRL story.

This was tough but here are 5 oldies I adore: engaging and incredibly well-crafted. I've reread numerous times for mere comfort and every time I do I find new things to appreciate. I define "old fic" to mean anything written before 5/31/23 (arbitrary, I know) and I chose one-shots or fics that could be read as such (figured you'd be bombarded so wanted to be mindful of your time re series).

@jomiddlemarch - Ted Lasso x TLOU crossover, Joel x OFC Grace (https://www.tumblr.com/jomiddlemarch/716959971648143360/yall-know-it-tastes-like-garbage?source=share)

@yespolkadotkitty - Dave York x f! reader (https://www.tumblr.com/yespolkadotkitty/671726111602966528/i-can-barely-breathe?source=share)

@oonajaeadira- Jack Daniels x f! chemist reader (https://www.tumblr.com/oonajaeadira/716973764382998528/this-will-be-the-day-that-i-spy-part-1)

@julesonrecord - Ezra x f! reader (Gold Rush AU) (https://www.tumblr.com/julesonrecord/718516713516367872/i-am-yours-to-do-as-you-please-hello-hello-on?source=share)

@deadhumourist - Marcus Moreno x f! reader (https://deadhumourist.tumblr.com/post/695540533514420224/step-into-my-office-baby)

What a list! Thank you for sending them, and I'm so glad you enjoyed part 1 of IRL! I put Adira's fic in last week's thro-back Thursday list because I had read it already, but I didn't get to the others until the weekend.

I haven't read the dark!Marcus fic yet, I don't usually read dark fic, I have to be in a very specific mood.

#fic recs for thro- back Thursday #thank you 💚

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Hi Madeline!

I'm throwing out random asks for a bit of fun.

This year is a leap year, and as 29th February is not technically a real day, I'm giving you the chance to spend 28th February with a Pedro character that you love and 29th February with a Pedro character that you don't. Which are they, and how are you spending your days?

Love, El

Hi sweet El!!! 🥰

Oooohhhhh okay, this is such a fun question!!!

On February 28th, it should be a surprise to no one that I am spending the day with my sweet Javier Peña 🤪 if we have to be specific, season 3 or Laredo Javi (yall know why) and we will be spending the day um…. Well…. ✨having fun✨ (aka letting this man rearrange my insides LMAOOOO)

I will not be spending February 29th with Dave York bc he scares me and I’m afraid he would kill me 💀 (sorry Dave York apologists)

Love,

Madeline 🤍

#Madeline’s mail

[pettyprocrastination]

Hi darling, I’m so sorry about your zuzu. Ollie got a new blanket today and he would like to show you :

If you feel like answering - which Pedro boys would have dogs? 😘😘😘

Thank you laura, and hello lovely lovely ollie! He looks so cozy!! I think

frankie is absolutely a dog guy. Like through and through that man talks to his dog he takes him for drives in his truck he gives him table scraps and lets him lay on the couch. his dog is the epitome of mans best friend cause He loves him so much

I like to imagine Dave york with a dog, but it's a little fluffy white dog (like zuzu :') because his daughters wanted a cute little puppy instead of a big trained guard dog and now he has some little yippy thing he has to talk on a walk every morning before work because he can't say no to his wife and daughters.

idk if dogs exist in starwars but yall saw when Din called to the massiff in season two and it trotted right on over? and he gave him some scritches? he deserves a big massiff that watches over him and grogu like a scaly Labrador.

I think Joel would love a dog. Goes in with the thing of him wanting a ranch, he deserves a pup he can train to protect his flock and herd the sheep in at his side <3 Sarah probably begged him for a dog growing up and he said that she could walk the neighbor's as training to see if she could handle the responsibility of taking care of one.

So I know climate-wise it's unrealistic to think of there being dogs in dorne- but (and ive talked about this with @thesadvampire ) I like the idea of dorne being home to a type of hyena type animal called a "dornish laughing hound" that are seen as scavengers and NOT pets but then oberyn's baratheon wifey is gifted a pup as a wedding day gift and she loves him so very much. He gets a jewled collar and is eating sweet meats and fruit from her hand every day but will bite anybody else. Oberyn is not happy about this arrangement in any way but can't say anything cause that's his wife's dog so he just has to live with the fact that this feral puppy that will grow into a giant hound is now chewing his shoes and sleeping in his spot in the bed.

I think marcus pike is just a companionship guy. I can see him with cats and/or dogs. Both of them fit into his fantasy of having a family to come home to so he loves them both very much :)

If Maxwell lord has a dog it's going to be a very fancy high breed he has professionally trained (or maybe it's the pitbull of the seamstress he and his wife are in love with hehe)

#ask #asks #thank you laura <3 #i havent watched any pedro media in so long i genuinely had to think ogf like. what his roles are again lmao #this is keeping me calm thank you love <3 #the hyena one lives in my brain constantly #also i am peeping at ollie's blanket i know those fabrics!

[the-wolfpack]

Only seven active ones? Those are rookie numbers, we have at least twelve! /Lh

maaaaan that’s so many lmao we need to get on yalls level 🫡

we have 1 inactive guy (york) but i honestly would not be surprised if we had more too

the people who are “active” are agent washington, carolina, grif, epsilon (but he doesn’t really front cuz i think he helps our gatekeepers), felix, grif, and tex who is fronting with me now

but rvb (rt in general) was a big special interest for a while for us so i still would not be surprised if more guys showed up

we love this space marine show with the fuck word <3

-dave

(ps also red team rules i say as im the red guy from homestuck)

#dave speaks #ask #anon

[1-800-amortentia]

fire escape (Dave Lizewski x reader)

summary: dave comes through y/n’s window

genre: fluff and a lil angst

HE’S SO UNDERRATED I HATE YALL FOR SLEEPING ON HIM. ANYWAYS.

written by @1-800-amortentia 

edited by @juniebugg​ (total hottie)

Y/n sat at her desk silently, tapping away at her laptop finishing an essay due that night. Her lit candle casted a flickering orange glow across the keyboard as she sighed, pulling stray strands of hair out of her face. Thunder rumbled softly in the distance, lightning flashing across the New York City skyline, vehicles honking softly below her bay window. She glanced at her phone; no messages from Dave yet. She’d called him once, leaving a few texts asking if he was okay. Alas she had yet to receive a response. Usually she wouldn’t be worried, but there had been a lot of crime recently; she’d just recently found out about his secret identity, Kick Ass, after an encounter with him and her sister in an apartment full of drug dealers.

A soft knock from her window interrupted her typing. She turned to see Dave, pulling off his mask. She smiled, gesturing towards herself, signalling to come in.

“You know, we do have a lobby.” she mutters, eyes fixed on her screen. Dave chuckles breathlessly, wincing softly as he crawled into her room, knocking over a few books off the table beside the window. Y/n turns, her smile turning into a worried expression as she walks quickly towards the young man clad in green and yellow.

“Dave? what...what happened?” she questioned.

“You....you should see the other guy.'' Dave grumbles, smiling. Y/n shakes her head, gently pulling the costume down off his shoulder, to gain better access to the wound. Dave glanced down at her as she examined the wound. A few scrapes and bruises, and one large cut, obviously done with a knife. Y/n quickly stood, walking towards her bathroom grabbing any first aid related products she could find: gauze, cleaning solution, bandages and a washcloth. She quickly walked back to see his suit completely discarded on the floor of her room, a few more wounds presented themselves in his legs. she sat him upright against the window’s glass, so she could better access the large wound with the cleaning solution.

“Okay, this is gonna hurt like a bitch.” she muttered, Dave nodded, grabbing her free hand for support as she dabbed the damp washcloth on the wound. Dave groaned quietly as she continued, trying to steady her shaking hands.

“I’m okay, Y/n, really.” he mumbled. She didn’t answer, only focused harder on repairing the wound. Once she finished cleaning it, she bandaged it carefully, trying not to hurt him. Dave stopped her hand slowly, placing his hand on top of hers, making her look up at him. Dave used his other hand to hold the side of her face. He smiled at her as he brought his face closer to hers.

“Thank you” he whispered. She nodded softly.

“Y/n?” 

She looked up at him, as he gently brushed his lips against hers. She shook her head no in protest. Dave held her face gently.

“What?” he whispered.

“Can’t.” she mumbled.

“Why not?” he questioned. 

She looked at her hands.

“I can't worry about you the way I do my sister and my dad.” she whispered. 

Dave frowned.

“You don’t have to-“

“Yes I do. I worried about you for hours when you didn’t call back. I can't.” she mumbled. Dave licked his lips.

“You know you could’ve called. Mindy lives for this shit.” Y/n said. Dave grinned.

“Please can i kiss you?” Dave asked. Y/n said nothing to protest, giving his question a yes. Dave pressed his lips against hers softly.

She placed the washcloth down beside her, using her now free hands to pull her body closer to his, placing another hand on his shoulder. Their connection was quickly interrupted by a loud knocking. Y/n groaned, walking away to open the door, as Dave heaved, pulling himself up and hiding beside her bed, out of view of anyone at the door. She opened it to reveal her little sister.

“What?” she asked. Mindy pulled out a few dvd cases, showcasing the films to her older sister.

“Want to have a movie marathon,I can make-“

“Not right. I’m busy.” she said with a short temper. Her tone was mean, she had to admit, but it got the point across to her now frowning sister.

“Oh....okay...” she muttered. Y/n frowned as she began walking away.

“Hold on wait. I’m sorry. I would but I have homework. Maybe tomorrow?” she suggested. Mindy's smile was instantly replenished across her face as she nodded in agreement, slipping down the hallway. y/n closed the door softly, turning back to Dave, who crawled onto her bed, smirking.

“Can I join?” he asked. she rolled her eyes.

“Sure, Mindy would love that.” she said, sitting beside him. He smiled, throwing an arm around her shoulder with a sigh.

“What happened?” she asked once again.

“Just some muggers. nothing too bad.” he said. Y/n nodded.

“Want me to drive you back to your house?” she whispered, setting her head in his neck.

“Not really....” he replied. She smiled.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

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Sins of the Flesh (priest!Dave York x f!reader)

Pairing: priest!Dave York x f!reader

Summary:  His mind shouldn’t be on the new catechesis teacher as he cleaned the chalice after handing communion. His thoughts shouldn’t be on the young girl he knew for so long as he blessed the congregation and finished mass.

But you were different now. Something in you had changed. “Lord, have mercy on me.”

Word count: +10.9k

Warnings: religion! catholic religion to be precise, a lot A LOT of religious references and undertones (shot every time you find one lmao), age gap (around 15 years, reader is legal), smut, unprotected p in v, oral sex, breaking of celibacy vows!, catholic guilt, me making divine metaphors... i think thats it.

A/N: first of all this is all @asta-lily​’s fault, she asked why no one had turned this man into a priest and i said “ok ill do it” so i did it, she is to blame. also i wanna say thanks to the pocket wives that encouraged this creation, sorry my loves, this isnt as slutty as yall thought lmao, and thanks to @alliterative-albatross​ who gave me all the bible verses that shaped this story as well. and i wanna thank the creator of this playlist that i listened over and over while writing this, and yeah, sorry for this monstrosity, love you <3

Masterlist // Read on ao3 // ko-fi

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moodboard by @asta-lily

“So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it, for him it is sin.”–James 4:12.

Sunday 1.

Like a piece in a puzzle.

That’s how you fit in.

There, sitting in the middle of a ten people polished wood bench, eyes on the four feet tall crucified Jesus on the wall above the altar, ready for the first sermon you were to hear after coming back home.

Home. That was the name.

That church felt like home.

You were enjoying sitting there, among the children you met a couple of hours earlier when you were introduced to them as their new catechesis teacher, breathing in and out the myrrh incense burning and invading the navel and your lungs, filling them with new energy, getting them ready to feel the love that you were sure was about to pour over you.

You heard your name behind you and you turned around to see Mrs. Stevens, one of your mother’s friends waving at you from two rows behind.

“Hi, honey!” she smiled at you and immediately you reciprocated “I heard you were in town, are you staying this time?”

You drowned a chuckle inside your chest and bit your lip, nodding. Just realizing you even had missed the venomous messages hidden behind the kind words mouthed by old catholic moms.

“Yes, Mrs. Stevens, I’m staying this time.” you replied, the woman lifted her hand a bit to the sky and you smirked to her.

“God bless, I bet your mom is delighted you’re here!” she muttered “I know she missed you terribly all those years you were in that school.”

“It’s called college, Mrs. Stevens,” you reminded the woman, and she rolled her eyes, making you chuckle softly again “but do not worry for my mama anymore, I graduated, I’m staying for good.” you told her, amused at the way she acted as if you staying at home was some godsend blessing.

The organ began to play on the upper balcony behind everyone and you saw two altar boys, carbon copy of each other, almost rushing their way to the altar, and behind them… Father Dave.

You smiled softly at the sight of him as he walked solemnly to the altar, his green chasuble flowing with the air and the movement, there was a thought you had all those years you were away from home because of school, always coming back to Father Dave York: the young priest that decided to stay in the first congregation he was sent to, the one that became a pillar to the community, the holy man that held the direct link to God and that gave you your first communion, the one you missed when you went to attend mass at the church near campus because no one gave the sermons like he did. For some reason, whenever you least expected, you thought of him.

You saw him putting his bible on top of the pressed cloth over the altar, kneel and kiss the center of it and cross himself. And then, after he closed his eyes and muttered a prayer to himself and to God, he opened his deep brown eyes and he looked at you.

“Let us pray.”

Your mouth dried when his deep timbered voice, with the help of a small microphone on his altar, wrapped the entire navel and you with it, he looked at you as he cleared his throat and he opened his arms to the sky, breaking eye contact with you.

“Lord, have mercy.” he murmured, and the congregation replied to his prayer as you struggled to find the air that had escaped your lungs.

As Father Dave guided the congregation through the sermon and through the prayers, all you could see was him.

In some way, there was something different about him you hadn’t noticed the last time you were there; you didn’t know if it was something about his deep voice as he recited the credo by muscle memory, the way he walked from one side of the sanctuarium to the other as he talked about the scripture or the way his hands wrapped around the chalice when one of the altar boys handed it to him as the organ echoed all around the navel, announcing the communion.

You stood up and walked to the back of the line and sighed as he lifted the wafer to the sky, and your eyes closed by themselves when he lifted the chalice and took a sip from the sacramental wine and locked your eyes on him as the line moved.

As soon as you were in front of him your lips parted and he smiled at you softly.

“The body of Christ.” he murmured, his deep brown eyes on yours as they filled with tears.

“Amen” and you opened your mouth.

He put the wined wafer between your lips and his thumb brushed with your chin, making your skin burn as you brought it inside of your mouth with your tongue and forced yourself to walk away from him.

As you returned to your seat with the gold cross that hung from your neck between your fingers and kneeled to pray for the forgiving of your sins, all you could think of was brown, deep eyes, and a soft, brief touch on your chin that burned more than the wax of a burning taper.

Dave felt it.

The way you looked at him throughout the entire service.

And it made him feel different.

When you rose from your seat to walk to the communion line, he saw the way your body moved, almost as if you were floating instead of walking.

He knew you were back, and his heart was happy you were finally home.

But he didn’t expect to see you so changed.

And he didn’t expect the way your eyes had made him feel.

Then you were in front of him, and he smiled because he remembered the first time he handed the body of Christ to you, years and years before.

And your eyes filled with tears as his breath hitched when your lips parted for him as he fed you the sacred soul of the savior.

God, have mercy.

His mind shouldn’t be on the new catechesis teacher as he cleaned the chalice after handing communion. His thoughts shouldn’t be on the young girl he knew for so long as he blessed the congregation and finished mass.

But you were different now. Something in you had changed.

Lord, have mercy on me. He thought as he entered the sacristy.

“Whoever conceals his transgressions will not prosper, but he who confesses and forsakes them will obtain mercy.”–Proverbs 28:13.

Sunday 2.

“Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.” Dave heard your voice next to him and felt the air leave from his lungs. Not you, please God, not you.

You had been avoiding Father Dave for almost the entire week.

And you felt guilty about it.

You couldn’t even look at him in the eyes and not think about those dreams you were having about him.

If God was all love and perfection, why was he tempting you with dreams of Father Dave, his own servant, touching you in places you got shivers from, warming your body with his own, putting his mouth on your skin as you repeated his name like it was the sanctus?

Holy, holy, holy.

Why was God putting inside your head the sins of the flesh you had already asked forgiveness for? Why was he making you desire a forbidden man? A man that was not to be perceived as a man but as the representation of him on earth.

That morning, when you walked into the church to impart the catechesis class, you saw Jesus on the cross and you saw him look at you. And you knew he knew.

All omnipresent, all omniscient, all omnipotent.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Almighty God why were you thinking about him so much?

And the resolution in your mind was asking for forgiveness, you needed to pay penitence for those thoughts you knew you did.

But were you really about to confess to the man you had been dreaming about that he was invading your every thought?

“It has been two weeks since my last confession.” you mumbled, playing with your cross over your neck, Dave breathed in deeply and intertwined his hands on his lap.

“What are your sins?” he asked, closing his eyes as he remembered his own.

Dave was always a man of faith. It was in him from birth. He had been taught and trained to not fall into any temptations and so far his life had been devoted and dedicated to God and only to God.

But your eyes and the way you saw him, and the way your eyes made him feel when they locked on his, had him spiraling down into decadence.

Sometimes, dedicating his life to the word of the Lord made him forget he was still a human, he was still a man.

He had needs.

And he was alright before your eyes. Before your holy eyes were on him.

He had dreamed of them; he had thought of them; he had imagined them when he was in the limbo between sleep and awakeness.

He had dreamed of your lips, of your lips on his skin, he had thought of those lips that just looked like they needed someone to wet them and bring them back to life; he had imagined those lips of yours in places of his body he swore never to use.

He had prayed for them to disappear; he had begged to his God to erase those thoughts of his mind and free them from the temptation that was incarnated in you, in your body, in your eyes that denied to see him when you were in the same room, in your hands as you moved them to teach the children, in your legs trapped in the tight denim of your jeans, in your lips as you smiled to everyone but him, in your entire being, just by existing.

But they had increased, like a tamed flame sprayed with gasoline. He had a fire in his chest, one that was spreading through him as he was closer to you.

He needed them gone; he had sworn to never look at a woman as an object of desire; he had sworn on his life and he had vowed his commitment.

But you were there, kneeling next to him, separated by the thinnest patterned panel, holding the matches and the fuel.

“I’ve been having… improper thoughts, father,” you whispered, closing your eyes and left your necklace alone, clutching your hands together as tight as you could, you felt the aura change and the air grow thicker between him and you, “about a man.”

Dave opened his eyes at your confession and frowned. A man?

He knew you could tell him whatever you wanted; he knew he wasn’t allowed to ask in for details; he knew he was only there functioning as a link for you to get absolved from your sins and you were a young woman granted of free will and enough time to ask for absolution but he wanted to know; he needed to know who that man was.

“He is ol–older than me,” he heard you mumble and his hands tightened their grip on each other “and I can’t have him, father, I–I’ve been having these thoughts about a forbidden man.”

Dave’s mind went reeling, and he didn’t understand why. He didn’t like to assume about the life of his congregation members, he never did, but you were talking to him, after he had been dreaming about you for days, after you two shared something about desiring another man. And he was angry. He wanted to know who. He wanted to know who was keeping your mind the same way you were keeping his.

“He keeps me up at night, thinking of him, that is,” you whispered “I’ve–Jesus,” you let out the air of your lungs and Dave breathed in deeply once more “I’ve touched myself thinking of him.” you said under your breath and Dave felt his chest tug and turn.

“Does this man… know what he is causing in you?” he muttered with a frown and heard you sigh.

“No, I don’t want him to.”

“Alright, child,” he replied after a few seconds, and made a grimace of disgust at the pet name. It felt wrong, and he felt dirty with the word on his mouth, “do you repent these sins?”

“Yes, father, I do.” you closed your eyes at his words and wanted, for once, to be brave and tell him he was the one roaming around your mind. But it wasn’t fair.

“Please, recite in silence the act of contrition,” he muttered to you and you obeyed, feeling your eyes fill with tears.

As he waited for you to finish, he did the same on his side of the confession box

I’m choosing to sin and failing to do good.

“Amen.” you said, and he murmured the word to the ceiling.

“I think the word you do for the church,” he started, and you wrinkled your nose at the thought of him knowing it was you “the devotion you have, and how you repent, you don’t need to pay penance,” he muttered separating his hands and putting two fingers on the edge of the patterned panel that separated the two of you “through the ministry of the church,” your breath hitched as he whispered the words to you, and you saw with teary eyes the shadow of his fingers on the panel “man God give you pardon and peace,” you bit your lip and unclutched your hands, lifting your fingers and pressing it to his as two heavy tears fell from your eyes.

Dave felt the pressure of your touch and felt his hand tremble.

“And I ab–absolve you from your sin.” he said under his breath, pressing back.

“Thank you, father.” you whispered, not moving your fingers. You could feel the warmth of his through it and for a few seconds, you could also feel his eyes on your face.

Dave was the one to break the contact first. Absentmindedly brushing his fingers on his stole as he saw the shadow of you move and get out of the confession box.

He sat there, thankful you were the only one that morning and thinking about what you had told him.

A man of God, a man of hope. He had hoped, even if it was a sin and even if it was forbidden by pure creed and vow, that you were feeling the same as he was.

For a moment, he wondered about those thoughts… Were you thinking about that lucky old man touching you? Were you thinking about that man kissing you? What did that man look like? He wanted to be that man; he wanted to be the one whose touch you desired; he wanted to be that man you thought of as you sneaked your hand inside your underwear at night and brought yourself to pleasure. He wanted to be the one whose kiss you yearned for as your sex ached for attention; he wanted to be the one whose fingers you imagined as your own were buried deep inside you.

He fisted the flesh of his thigh over his dress pants and forced himself to stop thinking of you like that.

Dave stayed inside the confession box for twenty minutes more, praying for forgiveness, as he had done every night since you had been back.

At service, he saw you further back on the benches and he tried not to sneak glances at you as you sat there with your precious eyes on the crucifix above him, avoiding him at all costs.

And at communion, he tried not to brush your soft skin with his fingers as he fed you the wined wafer, failing when his knuckle brushed your cheek, his chest deflating when he noticed the way your face quirked in pain when you muttered Amen at him. Dave tried not to make anything of the fact that you kneeled more time than anyone else on the congregation after receiving the communion.

And when the service was over and he was alone in the sacristy, he tried and failed to not think about your skin, your eyes, your hands and your lips all over his neglected body.

That sunday night Father Dave masturbated in the shower thinking about you with your fingers deep inside you as his mind imagined it was him you thought of when you touched yourself in the darkness of the night and prayed for forgiveness.

He shouldn’t be thinking about you like that.

“Beloved, I urge you as sojourners and exiles to abstain from the passions of the flesh, which wage war against your soul.”–1 Peter 2:11.

Sunday 3.

“Father, sh–shit,” you bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning as your pointer and middle fingers circled your wet clit under the covers of your bed, your legs spread open, the soft cotton of the sheets grazing softly at your inner thighs as you imagined your fingers being one of Father Dave’s, as you imagined him next to you, with his arm above your head as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear and nibbled at your neck while his other hand played your clit like a master pianist. You imagined the hardness of his erection pressing patiently on the skin of your hip, wetting it with pre-semen, making your body burn with the feeling of his warm naked body beside you.

As your other hand played with your nipple you imagined his eyes taking you in, you imagined his lips on your skin, were they soft? you bet they were, and you bet as well his hand would be surprisingly rough for a priest.

“Jesus, fu–fuck.” the knot inside your lower belly exploded with the thought of him and his hand and his body and his lips and his priesthood and you came with a silent scream that made your ears ring for a few seconds and your legs tremble on the bed.

As you hazed out, ready to fall asleep again before your alarm went off to go to work at the church, you felt that familiar guilt cripple inside you and settle in your chest, warming up and leaning against your heart.

Dave was panting, he fisted his hand as he leaned on the tiled wall of his shower and his other hand moved desperately on his cock. The water was still warm, and he closed his eyes shut as he imagined it was your hand on him, giving him the pleasure he was seeking, as he imagined you were behind him, your lips brushing against the wet skin of his back, your free hand around his chest, gliding softly at his skin, making him whimper with your touch.

It was so early for him to be so hot over you again; it wasn’t good for him to give into these desires he had and had been praying so hard and so much to get rid of.

He didn't want to keep doing it and he surely didn’t feel good after it, but his body ached for you, his chest turned every time he thought about you, every time he saw you around the church, he felt the deepest, hottest desire for you and your hands and your body and he just couldn’t help it.

His hand gripped and pumped as fast as he could and he came with a silent groan, opening his eyes as he finished milking every drop of his seed and watched it mix with the shower water and go down the drain. Along with the decency and morality that was left inside him.

You heard your name being said, and you turned around as you finished picking up your things from the small desk you used to teach the catechism; you saw Mrs. Vega, the church custodian, a small, old lady that had known you forever, walking towards you.

“I’m sorry dear, but I want to ask you for something.” she said when you smiled at her.

“Of course, Mrs. Vega, what is it?” you put your small book inside your bag and hung it from your shoulders.

“You see, the little twins that help Father Dave are sick today,” you frowned at the mention of Father’s Dave name but let out a sad sigh at her statement, “and they can’t come help with the service, you’re the youngest of the teachers, could you do it?”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise and felt your stomach churn inside you at the thought of standing next to the altar for a whole service.

“Me?” you asked, your voice in a high pitch as Mrs. Vega reached for your arm and tugged you to walk out of the chapel and into the navel of the church.

“Yes, dear, remember only the youngest get to do it.” she obviated, pulling you with her to the transept and up two steps to the sanctuarium “you only need to hand him the communion things and the holy water, I will prepare everything for you.”

“Why don’t you do it?” you asked in a whisper, not daring to take a step further closer to the altar. Mrs. Vega turned to look at you, and she narrowed her eyes.

“Since when are you shy, girl?” she asked with a teasing smile “I remember you singing in that kiddie choir we used to have and doing it terribly,” you chuckled at the memory and bit your lip “it’s only until the boys get that bug they got out of them.” she palmed your arm, and you breathed in deeply.

You looked up at the crucified Jesus above the altar and silently begged him for anticipated forgiveness.

Dave almost cursed when he saw you standing next to the altar as he walked across the navel.

The thought of who would replace Bobby and Chris on their altar duties didn’t even cross his mind as he was more worried about praying for the boys and sending them some sweets and pleading for the cleansing of his soul after the incident on his shower earlier that morning.

As he stepped up to the sanctuarium your eyes locked on his and he noticed you lips parting when he nodded his chin once at you, he noticed the way you swallowed as you nodded back and for a brief second, his imagination ran wild and made him believe you felt the same way as he did about you.

Even if it was the wrongest thing to think about.

It was like torture.

An hour of torture.

You got to see him kneel behind the altar and kiss the white pressed cloth softly as he stood, as you wanted and wished to be the altar’s cloth he pressed his plump lips on, he crossed himself and you mimicked his movements. And for a brief fraction of a second, as he opened his arms to the sky, you saw him looking at you out of the corner of his eye. And his eyes burned in your skin, they made you feel like your chest was aflame.

The communion time arrived, and he turned to you as you grabbed the chalice with the wine, his eyes locked with yours and you felt them weigh heavy on your body.

Dave couldn't concentrate, he felt on his side the way you were looking at him. It was heavily distracting for him to have you there, in his space, so close to him.

His hands brushed yours when he took the chalice from you and he stood there for less than a second, his fingers on yours. His soft touch and warm skin made your lips tremble with the emotion that touching him gave you. You felt a shiver go up and down your spine and the small hairs of your nape rose as his hands trapped yours.

You caught your lip between your teeth as he broke the contact and you knew he noticed; he looked at your lip as you bit it, and you blushed under his and God’s gaze.

You watched him and he felt you observing him as he prepared the wafers and wined them inside the chalice.

Your throat knotted when he lifted the cup to the sky and you felt your mouth dry as he brought the rim to his lip and his neck strained while he took a sip of the sacramental wine.

Because of the closeness you could see the movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed the wine, you noticed a small drop of the crimson red liquid escape from his lips and the way he trapped it with his tongue settled deep inside your belly and leaked through your sex.

The pain of the greatest guilt you’ve ever felt in your short life appeared again and clawed its way inside your chest and to its now usual spot right next to your heart, you were struggling to keep your thoughts at bay; you were looking at Father Dave, right in front of you, doing what he dedicated his life to, and you were imagining him using his hands on your body instead of handling the instruments of the church.

Would he touch you like that? would he treat you with the same delicacy as he treated the body of Christ? would he caress you as softly as he did the chalice? would his mouth be warmed with your taste as it was by the wine he drank?

Dave turned to you and he saw you clutching your hands together, you walked towards him slowly, and he couldn’t stop thinking about the way you moved, almost as if air went through you, as if instead of giving steps your feet barely touched the floor because you were floating.

Everything slowed down, the music of the organ in the balcony, the prayers of the congregation, even the way he moved slowed down so he could focus on your face; on your sweet eyes, those that had brought into him the feeling of humanity, on your soft skin that had scorched his hand when he dared brushed his fingers on it, on your lips, those lips that he couldn’t pray out of his head.

He lifted his hand with the wined wafer, and even the way those holy lips of yours parted was slowed down.

Your eyes connected with his and Dave felt it in his body, deep inside his stomach, the temptation, the whispers of his mortal body as it reacted to your actions; he put the wafer between your lips delicately and pushed it inside your mouth, and then, as if by the grace of God in the heavens, you closed your mouth while he did it, and your lips wrapped softly around the pad of his finger as he pulled them away from you.

And just like that, the world started moving at its usual pace.

His skin tasted sweet. And you spent the rest of the service thinking about what other parts of him would taste like that.

Would his neck taste the same if you kissed it? would his chest feel like that if you nibbled on it? would his lips be that warm or would they be warmer?

Dave’s finger was burning.

He wanted to chop it off his hand just to stop feeling that flesh-eating guilt of enjoying your lips, your soft, warm lips around it, touching his skin, wetting it with the slick of your mouth.

After the service ended and Dave blessed the congregation, he saw you rush to the exit and he felt the sting of the guilt and the sadness. He wanted to talk to you and offer his apologies before you went home.

Sunday 4.

You weren’t there.

And Dave missed your eyes on him.

“I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship.”–Romans 12:1.

Sunday 5.

As soon as you walked into the church you felt the eyes of all omnipresent beings on your body. As if the desire that burned deep inside your body left marks all over your skin, that could be visible for all those that looked carefully enough.

You heard your name behind you and jumped slightly, startled. You turned around and felt your blood fall to your feet.

“Father Dave,” you muttered, more to help yourself acknowledge the fact that there he was, standing in front of you, out of habit, his white tab collar was the only piece of his attire that hinted the fact that he was a priest. You tried to control your body as you felt instantly that flame inside your chest beginning to spread.

“You weren’t here last week,” he said, hesitating to step closer to you “are you okay?”

You nodded a few times and bit your lip to stop it from trembling.

“Are you sure?” Father Dave asked, and you dropped your eyes to the floor and saw him give a couple of steps towards you, your breath hitched and your entire body began to shiver when you felt his hand on your arm “I’m sorry.” he whispered.

“What?” you looked up to see him and you could notice his pained quirk, his brow furrowed, his eyes narrowed and his lips… those lips you had spent all but two weeks imagining printing themselves and making marks on your skin, on a sad, downwards line.

“Can I please talk to you?” he said again in a whisper and you opened your mouth to reply, but only air came out, “please?”

His deep brown eyes were on yours and you felt your chest turn by the feeling of having him so close. You nodded, and he turned to the sides, as if he was making sure there was no one there, and guided you to the sacristy.

“What are you doing?” you asked, a bit altered when he opened the door and let you in first, followed you and closed the door behind him.

“I just needed to be alone with you for a minute,” he clarified, you let your eyes wander around the small space where he got ready every day for the services instead of letting them settle on him, because you knew being that close to him wouldn’t help your situation at all “I wanted to apologize.”

You frowned and looked at him. He had his back almost glued to the door and his hands together, his thumbs fidgeting with each other.

“Apologize for what?” you muttered, and he sighed.

“I’m–I make you uncomfortable, and I’m sorry.”

Dave felt stupid telling you that, but it was his truth; he spent every free moment of his days when you weren’t near him thinking maybe it was because of him. It would make sense, that you didn’t want to be there because you didn’t like his closeness, that you didn’t want to be there because he was taking advantage of his position to steal glances and give furtive touches.

He understood, but you were an excellent woman, devoted and committed to the congregation, and he knew he needed to stop or you would leave and he would never see you again. And he couldn’t have that.

“You aren–you…” you babbled, and then the look he gave you made you lose your words.

His eyes were all over you. And you could feel them on your skin, how they took you in, how they navigated through your body and every inch of you was immediately on fire.

Then he looked at your face and you swore you could see in his brown eyes the deepest form of devotion there was. And your mouth was agape and your eyes filled with tears and suddenly he was in front of you and his hands were orbiting your face.

“Can I touch you?” he said, and you nodded.

He cupped your face, and you felt his warm, rough hands scorching your skin as you closed your eyes. His warmth started mixing with your own and you could feel him inside you already. It was as if everything you needed in life was already there.

“You don’t make me uncomfortable,” you whispered, closing your eyes as his fingers started caressing the skin of your face, tracing your features “I swear you don’t”

Dave let out a sigh when his thumb traced the edge of your lips and he so wanted to lean down and take them in his. There had been so long since he last kissed someone and he, for a split second, forgot everything about him and the only thought in his mind was you.

“I don’t?” he asked under his breath as a tear rolled down your cheek and he brushed it off with his knuckles, you shook your head and opened your eyes and he felt his heart fill with the purest love he had ever felt in his life “you swear?” you curled your lips up and nodded twice.

“Can I tell you something?” you muttered, looking up at him and losing yourself in the depths of his brown eyes.

“Always.”

You allowed your hands to slide to his shoulders and you let out a relieved sigh. They fit perfectly.

“Yo–you are…” he nodded his chin, his hands still cupping your face softly as his eyes studied your face, you let out a trembling sigh and grabbed as much courage as you had left within you “you are the man I’ve been thinking of all this time.”

Dave widened his eyes and the movements of his hands stopped, he looked at you, searching for any hint of mischief or lie, searching for something that could tell him you were lying, that you were playing with him. But there was none.

“That’s why I wasn’t here last week,” he heard you say as he felt his heart burn with the flames of his desire and love “I was embarrassed after what happened at the communion.”

You looked at him for a second, waiting for the rejection, waiting for him to tell you what you already know, that he can’t for you what you wanted him to be, that he can’t give you what you wanted as his duty was with God and not with the mortals, let alone with a woman.

Father Dave had resigned to the pleasures of the mundane world; you knew that, but you also knew he deserved to know, even if nothing would happen.

“Am I?” he asked you, bewildered after such confession, you nodded and moved your hands to cup his face, a gesture that made him close his eyes. You wondered when was the last time, if ever, he had been touched like that “we can’t” he replied, opening his eyes and leaning in to you.

You could feel his breathing mixing with yours as the implications of his words fell on you.

“We can’t” he repeated, pushing his forehead to yours as you trembled under his touch.

“You want to?” you asked him and Dave asked for guidance in his mind as you started crying and wetting his hands. He nodded, and you sobbed.

“I can’t” he whispered, and you shook your head as he looked at you pouring your feelings from your eyes.

“Kiss me.” you pleaded, looking into his brown, deep eyes. Making him frown.

“What?”

“If you’re not gonna give me anything, at least kiss me.”

His face quirked from confusion to pain in an instant, and you gripped the hold on his face.

“Please, Dave.”

Dave sighed at the way you whispered his name without calling him a father, and deep inside him he was grateful. With you he didn’t feel like a man of god, with you, letting him touch you and touching him back, he only felt like a man. Like the man he never got the chance to be.

“I–I” he started, and you shook your head. Dave looked into your eyes and all the air he had stored in his lungs left his body in a hurry, you were the most precious being he had ever seen, and for a second, he wanted nothing but to make worth the fact he had you in his hands “shit.” he said under his breath.

Dave brought your face up to him and printed his lips on yours, stealing the little air and the close to no coherence you still had in you. You let out a soft moan out of the surprise and out of the feeling of your entire body warming up to his temperature.

His lips were as soft and as wars and better than you had imagined, they were a bit dry and hesitant on yours, but the contact of them with yours made you feel like you were floating away from the realm of the living.

Dave didn’t want to stop kissing you. He didn’t remember the last time he had kissed a woman, and in that moment he wasn’t kissing any woman he was kissing you; the precious being that had been in his mind for weeks and that had never left.

Unsure of his movements, he let you take control of the contact and soon enough you were sliding the tip of your tongue along the seam of his lips, Dave let out a surprised grunt and opened his mouth slightly of you, and you took his lower lip with your mouth. And he let you kiss him all you wanted, enjoying the contact of your slow, wet, warm lips on his less experienced ones until he was sure his lungs were screaming from the lack of air.

When he broke the kiss, he left a small one on your forehead and pressed his lips there and you closed your eyes to feel him settle inside you

“I’m sorry.” you whispered to his neck. And he nodded slightly.

“Me too.”

“But I say to you that everyone who looks at a woman with lustful intent has already committed adultery with her in his heart.”–Matthew 5:28.

Sunday 6.

Your knuckles grazed softly with the sacristy door and you heard the muffled noise of the latch and the door opened.

“Hi,” you smiled and Dave looked at you up and down “got your text.”

“Come in.” he motioned his hand for you to hurry and you turned your head to both sides and walked into the sacristy, closed the door behind you and slid the latch.

Immediately after the door was locked, you felt his hands on your waist and his chin on your shoulder.

“This is why you texted me?” you teased and he moved to let a kiss on your jaw.

“I missed you.” he muttered and turned your body around for you to face him.

“You didn’t.” you smiled at him and wrapped your hands around his neck, grateful for the apparently deliberate choice of him to take off his tab collar.

“Yes, I did, I missed you all day.” Dave leaned towards you and took your lips in his, already knowing, after less than a week’s practice, how you loved being kissed.

His lips were as warm as they always were, his tongue barely present if not just to taste the sweetness of your lipstick, his hands always steady on your waist, and at the end, his forehead on yours, just taking in your breaths with his.

“Mass starts soon.” you said, and he nodded, sliding his hands to your middle back to wrap you closer to him.

“I know.” he left another brief kiss on your lips.

“You gotta get dressed.” you murmured against his lips.

“I know.” he muttered back and kissed you again.

“Want me to help?” you asked under your breath, just for him, as if you saying it as low as you could would stop God from listening.

“Yes, I would love that.” Dave replied and gave into another deep kiss that stole both your breath and made you want to stop the time so you could kiss until your lips fused together.

“C’mon you need to get ready.” you broke the kiss and stepped away from him, making him smile. You wandered around the sacristy and found his tab collar. You sighed and took it in your hands.

Dave looked at you and noticed the way you looked at the soft plastic piece, he walked towards you and raised his hand to grab yours. As you felt his hand on yours; you turned your head to look at him and smiled softly, and you moved your hands, raising them to carefully lift the collar of his shirt and clasp the piece around his neck.

“You okay?” he asked in a whisper, you nodded and bit your lip at the sight of him in front of you.

Dave moved and walked to the small table against a wall with a large bowl of water and you gazed at him as he washed his hands and whispered a few words. You leaned onto the wall just looking at him go to a small cabinet near the opposite corner and took a white, folded linen garment, which he unfolded and you recognized as the long robe he used under all his attire.

He slid it off and whispered another prayer again as he let it fall and graze his ankles. His eyes went to you and you smiled at him, he next grabbed a green square that you also recognized and you walked to him and took it out of his hands.

“Let me do it” you whispered, and he nodded, you unfolded the long stripe that was the stole and found its middle, Dave crouched a bit to help you and you let it fall around his neck over his shoulders.

“Return to me the stole of immortality,” he whispered, looking at your eyes, your throat dried at the deepness of his voice “which I have lost in the sin of my first parent and although I, unworthy,” he continued and took your hand in his “approach thy sacred mystery grant to me everlasting joy.”

You gripped his hands and felt your throat knotting around itself.

“Why are you praying to me?” you asked under your breath. He cupped your chin with one hand and brought you close to his face.

“You’re holy.” he whispered and left a soft kiss on your lips.

“Stop it.” you chastised him and he shook his head, giving you a soft smile that you reciprocated immediately.

You turned to the table and saw a long, golden cord and you took it.

“Not that one.” he muttered, and you frowned.

“Why not?” you saw him taking a deep breath as he took it from your hand and left it back on the table.

“The cincture… it means chastity and continence.” he replied under his breath and you let out all the air of your lungs as he took his chasuble and put it on without looking at you.

“Dave.” you called, and he lifted a hand to you as he said the last prayer. When he finished, he looked at you and as if he read your mind, he smiled at you and shook his head.

“Don’t,” he whispered, taking you again in his hands and pulling softly so your head rested on his shoulders “don’t apologize please.”

“I need to,” you mumbled against the light fabric of the green chasuble “I’m keeping you from your vow.”

Dave grabbed your shoulders and pulled you away from his body, his hands slid to your face and you gripped his wrists as he brought your face to his.

“You’re not doing anything, my love,” he muttered the last words directly on your lips as he stole a few kisses from your trembling mouth “you’re perfect,” he panted out and you shook your head “I’m doing this because I want to, please understand it,” he kissed you again, a bit more desperately “you’re the most divine creation I’ve ever laid my eyes and hands upon,” he whispered rapidly on your lips “and I want you to be mine.”

You gasped as the words left his mouth, and he gazed at you.

“Dave...” you started, but he didn’t let you finish, he wrapped his arms around you and brought your body to his, tightening the embrace as he thought of the implications of what he just asked.

Dave lifted his eyes to the ceiling and for the first time in years, with you slowly wrapping your arms around his waist, exactly over the place the cincture was supposed to go around, and the sweet aroma of your perfume inundating his senses, he felt really close to heaven.

“I want you to be mine too.” you whispered into his ear, and he smiled, leaving a kiss on top of your head.

“How beautiful and pleasant you are, O loved one, with all your delights!”–Song of Solomon 7:6.

Sunday 7.

You stirred on your seat again, the organ was playing the latest song before Dave would bless the congregation and wrap up the service and you were nervous.

You glanced at the crucified Jesus above him and you felt his eyes on yours; you felt him shove his holy hand on your chest and as the last notes of the song inundated the navel, you felt your throat sting with the green tint of your deep guilt, but at the same time, the rest of your body drown with the red warmth of your love and desire for Dave.

Is it worth it? you heard inside your head and your immediate response was yes.

Eternal damnation in exchange for a few hours of love. It was condemnedly worth it.

The service was over and you stood up with the rest of the congregation; you talked with a few people on your way out of the church and slowly and patiently you waited for everyone to disperse.

You walked around the gardens outside the church and slid between the gate that marked the beginning of Dave’s small house inside the church grounds. You rummaged around your small bag and pulled out the key he had given you earlier and with nervousness and the familiar guilt settled next to your heart; you let yourself into his house.

You turned on the lights. The space wasn’t big, but it wasn’t small and everything around smelled like him. For a priest’s home, the place lacked religious imagery, and you automatically chastised yourself for thinking about his priesthood again.

You sat on the loveseat next to the door as you waited for him and got dragged inside your head again; you talked about doing that throughout the week and you had agreed it was something you both wanted. But your head sent you through an unwanted train of thought and you sat there, thinking about the future. Something you hadn’t talked about.

After all, he would still be a priest and you would still be a young member of his congregation. You could spend time with him and let you love him and let him love you as much as you two wanted, but in the future… what else was there for you?

You could never ask him to leave his habit for you, you could never ask him to leave his life for you, you could never do something like that to him. But you were unsure if something like that had any other path but failure.

The door opened and there he was, unclasping his tab collar and dropping it on the end table as you rose from your seat and walked to him. He smiled at you and his hands found his place on your waist.

“You’re here.” he said, not surprised but relieved.

As he took off his attire in the sacristy and walked to his house from the church, he had a few minutes to think about what he was about to do. He didn’t allow himself to overthink it because if there was something he knew was that he wanted it; he wanted it more than he had wanted anything in his life. He couldn’t explain it even if he tried, but he knew there was something about you that made him feel human, there was something about you that made him feel like he belonged somewhere, maybe the way you talked to him, maybe the way you kissed him, maybe the way you always seemed to understand the moral and spiritual dilemma he was in. He didn’t know, but he knew that he loved you, even if he wasn’t supposed to, even when he wasn’t allowed.

And as he thought of it, love was one of the laws of the God he represented, and he felt it deeply.

“I’m here.” he pulled you to him as you wrapped your arms around his neck and nodded.

“Thank you.” you closed your eyes and bit your lip, shaking your head at him.

You felt his lips on yours as they re-discovered your kisses and his hands roamed to your middle back to press your chest to his.

You were amazed by how fast he had learned how you liked to be touched, how you liked to be kissed and caressed, as if he was just trying to commit to memory everything you ever wanted and he wanted to do it to you to please you.

Dave slid his hands from your back down to your hips and moved you softly to the side, without breaking the kiss he snaked his hands to the back of your thighs and lifted you. You smiled in his mouth and wrapped your legs around his waist as he walked to his bedroom.

When you crossed the doorframe you started leaving small kisses on the skin of his neck and he sat on the edge of his bed with you in his lap, you were already feeling the hardness growing inside his pants and his hands started grazing up and down your thighs as he let you taste his neck how you best pleased.

Dave was in a haze. He understood then the power of physical touch combined with deep love; it enhanced the sensations, the flame inside his chest was burning him from the inside out with a deep desire he was sure he had never felt before, and you were there, moving slowly on his lap as you devoured the skin of his neck and kissed slowly around his jaw.

“Dave,” you whispered as you licked his earlobe and pulled out a shiver from him, he hummed in question “touch me.”

He didn’t hesitate on questioning where, his hands roamed all around your body, they were big and warm and they were rough; you cupped his jaw with both hands and took his lips in yours with a wet, open-mouthed kiss that he followed as his hands snuck inside your shirt and you moaned softly at the feeling of skin to skin.

You moved out of his lap and stood up in front of him, Dave let out a soft whine at the sudden loss of your weight on his body but stopped when you moved his legs open and stood between them.

“Take off my shirt, please.” you told him, not in an order but he obeyed, he grabbed the hem of it and lifted it, you raised your arms and felt his lips on your rib side as you finished taking it off and dropped it on the floor behind you.

Dave put his hands around your torso and licked your skin experimentally, which made you gasp at the feeling of his wet tongue against your skin and he smiled to himself, doing it again and nibbling on the same spot softly.

His hands slid to your waist and without being told to he unbuttoned your jeans and dragged them down slowly, his eyes directly on yours. You smiled at him with your reddened, kiss-swollen lips and he felt your smile settling inside his lower belly, his cock twitching inside his pants.

You put your hands on his shoulders as he helped you out of your shoes and jeans and when you were there, standing in front of him only in your underwear, he swore there wasn’t anything more divine than your body.

You sank on your knees and your hands landed on his thighs, Dave’s throat clutched and his chest turned as you smiled at him and your hands slid to his belt, you raised your eyebrows as if asking for permission and he nodded a few times, leaning backward into his hands to give you space for you to do whatever you wanted to him.

You unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, his breath hitched when your fingers hooked to the hem of both his pants and his boxers, and then he lifted his hips for you to pull them off him. Dave smiled when he saw you bite your lip at the sight of his hard cock resting on his abdomen. It did something unexpected on what he thought was his dead ego, but he loved the way you looked at it.

“Take off your shirt.” you said and again, without it being an order, he obeyed. Unbuttoned it as quickly as he could and slid it off his shoulders as you leaned over his lap and took his erection on your hand, your thumb grazing softly the tip and he threw his head back between his shoulders.

“Oh, my love.” he sighed out as you started pumping slowly and when he closed his eyes, you licked the underside and wrapped your lips around the tip, making him gasp.

You took it slowly, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum as it came out of him, pumping the rest you couldn’t fit inside your mouth with your hand.

Dave forced his eyes open and moved his head down to watch you, he shivered when he found you already looking at him; he moved his hand to your face and with his knuckles caressed your cheek, making you smile with his cock inside your mouth.

For him, looking at you on your knees between his legs was like looking at a sacrosanct painting; your lips around him taking as much of his length as you could, your saliva dripping from his dick to your hand, bobbing your head up and down as your eyes, those holy eyes that never left his, it was a pleasure he never thought he would get in his earthly life.

He felt himself close to cumming, and he pushed your head softly upwards, you rose from your knees and clashed your messy lips onto his and he wrapped his arms around your waist, his large hands roaming around the skin of your back. His fingers played with the back of your bra and he broke the kiss for a few seconds to unhook it and help you slide it off, you smiled when he sighed at the sight of your breasts in front of his face and he pulled you flush against his head, taking a nipple in his mouth.

The warmth of his mouth and the wetness of his tongue around the soft skin of your nipple made you cry out his name softly and arousal gathered between your legs. One of his hands rested on your other boob and kneaded delicately as you fisted his hair in your hand. Dave moved his mouth to your other nipple and lapped at it before trapping it inside his mouth, you pressed his head to your chest and let out a moan when his teeth grazed your nipple as he released it.

“I wanna taste you.” he muttered against your boob and you smiled at him, nodding.

He moved you softly to lie down on the bed; the sheets were cool and soft and he stood on the edge, taking you in again, studying your body.

He leaned down to you and you opened your legs to make space for him; he hovered over your body and kissed you again, softly, as if you were back in time to the first kiss he gave you in the sacristy, as if he wasn’t about to devour your body.

His kisses traveled from your mouth to your neck and your chest, he left one in each nipple, making you laugh, he left a trail of them over your belly and one over your belly button. As he kissed your abdomen and your thighs, you looked at the ceiling and you smiled at whoever was watching.

Dave took the hem of your panties on his fingers and you lifted your hips for him to slip them off you, you lifted your legs and he unhooked them from your ankles, grabbing your calves and opening your legs again. He gulped when he saw your wet, expectant pussy right in front of him and looked at your flushed face. He leaned down and left kisses around your thighs without breaking eye contact.

“Guide me.” he whispered and left a kiss right over the hood of your clit, making you moan.

You nodded once, and he looked at your pussy, opened the lips gently with his fingers and blew on your slick folds, making you shiver. He flattened his tongue and licked from your slit to your clit, tasting your arousal, moaning at the richness of it.

You slid your hand to your clit and looked at him.

“Here.” you mumbled, circling a few times to show him how. He had told you he had sex before his ordination, because he didn’t want to go into his holy orders without having experienced it and wondering for the rest of his life what he had missed, but he said it wasn’t as good as he thought it would be and before you, he thought he would never know. So you had to show him what you wanted and what you liked because his experience wasn’t vast.

Dave did as you showed and you moaned out loud, the pads of his fingers were warmer and bigger than yours and he was handling you so delicately you were already on edge.

He kept licking and circling your clit and then, without a second thought, he moved his fingers away and started circling your clit with his tongue.

“Oh m–my god,” you fisted his hair, pushing his face into your pussy and he pressed your hips onto the mattress, looking at your face with your mouth opened in pleasure and your eyes closed shut “Dave ke–keep doing that baby,” you pleaded and he did it, and started playing the pad of one of his fingers on your slit, making your hips buck slightly he saw you pant and smiled when you slid your free hand to play with your nipple so he added a second one to play with your entrance “inside, put them inside.” you said under your breath and he pushed his fingers slowly inside your cunt, making you let out a long moan of his name, he started pumping and curling his fingers inside as he had imagined you doing it all those weeks ago while touching himself in the shower and closed his eyes to hear you moan his name as he brought you closer and closer to pleasure.

He moved his fingers faster inside of you and hand fisted and pulled his hair as your moans became tamed screams and he thought of them as the most pious symphony that he and only him had the sacred pleasure to hear.

You wrapped a leg around his shoulders as you felt the knot inside your belly explode from his ministrations and you chanted his name over and over as he worked you through your orgasm. You panted for a few seconds and opened your eyes to the sight of Dave licking his fingers clean. You smiled at him and released his hair to motion him to come to you; he hovered over your body again and you put your hand on his nape to bring him to you; you moaned softly at your own taste and you felt it smile on your lips.

“What?” you asked in a whisper.

“Did you like it?” he asked back on your lips, you nodded and cupped his clean-shaven jaw, leaving a deep kiss on his lips.

“I loved it,” he smiled, and you wrapped your legs around his waist and felt his cock brushing lightly against your folds. “make love to me, Dave.”

You saw his smile widen, and it was his turn to nod to you, he kissed you again while his hand worked on aligning himself to you; he slid the tip through your folds and you gasped on his mouth when he found your entrance and started pushing in.

He did it slowly, no rush; he wanted to feel you in every inch of his cock; he wanted you to feel him and every ridge and vein of him as he found his home in you.

You nipped at his lip as he bottomed up and smiled when he stayed there, inside you, enjoying the wait for your body to acclimate to his, you looked into his eyes and you felt it.

You felt how you two fit together like pieces of a puzzle.

As if his body was made for you and your body was made for him.

It felt right.

It felt sacred.

Dave started moving at a calmed pace and you with him, quickly finding a rhythm where your hips moved almost in unison and he thrusted into you deeply every time he moved. He was supporting his weight on one arm next to you while the other gripped your hip and helped you with the tantalizing dance you both were having.

He hid his face in the crook of your neck when your hands moved to his back and you pulled his body down to yours, his chest gliding yours and his hips circling as he thrusted faster into you.

Dave moaned into your neck when you scratched his back as his thrusts became pounds.

“Harder, please, baby, harder.” you whispered into his ear and he listened, driving into you as fast as his body allowed, the noise of his skin clashing with yours and the wetness of you leaking around his cock flooded the room and his moans grew louder and you dug your nails into his skin chanting his name as you got closer and closer to your second release.

“Yo–you’re a goddess,” he muttered into the skin of your neck as his cock grazed your cervix, his hand wrapped around your hips and he lifted your ass for him to thrust deeper, making you moan his name loudly “you’re m–my go–goddess.”

You slid your hands to his ass and fisted his buttcheeks, pushing him further into you.

Dave felt his orgasm closer and closer every time he drove into you and your warm walls started to clench around him with the closeness of your orgasm, he nibbled the skin of your neck and clutched his eyes shut tighter when his body started to stiffen as he pounded into you; he muttered your name a few times like a prayer he never knew he needed to make, and it sounded right, your name in his voice as he drove himself and you to climax, his own name on your sweet voice as you begged him for everything he had in himself, it was all right, it was all correct, there was nothing wrong, how could he had felt so guilty about it when it was the most perfect, most righteous, most sacred, most heavenly action he could do.

You in his arms, your hands on his body, his cock inside your cunt, you wrapped around him begging him to cum inside you, everything about it was all he could have asked for to feel like he was in heaven. He had almost said no to feel it, and he bursted inside you at the same time as you broke in pieces around him, thinking that he would rather live his life with you around him than his afterlife in heaven.

“I love you.” he muttered against the skin of your neck and you opened your eyes after riding the high of your orgasm and looked at the ceiling.

You frowned when you heard his words and when you remembered what he said to you before he came, and as you turned to the side to see him that red warmth you had felt earlier disappeared almost completely and the bright green taint of the deep guilt inside you washed over your body and your soul.

He looked at you and narrowed his eyes. His expression changed as he realized you weren’t going to answer his confession.

“Dave,” you whispered and his face changed, his brow furrowed and you saw his jaw tighten “what did we just do?”

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Headcanons | Pedro Characters & Trouble Sleeping (1)

pairing: multi-character x gn!reader (see below for which ones)

warnings: 18+, car sex, video chat sex, insomnia, nightmares, food consumption, lmk anything else.

a/n: so who are my insomnia moots?? knasjans ive had it since middle school with a little bit of sleep paralysis, its super lonely but 🤷🏻‍♀️ and so I write at this time, its hard for me to just sleep ive tried melatonin gummies (doesnt do enough), cutting sugar/eating late, sleeping early earlyyy. nothing helps I just stay awake. if yall ever need someone to talk to at 4am lmk, I'll probably be awake. 👉🏻😎👉🏻

Part 2 | Masterlist ⭐️

For Frankie, Javier, Jack Daniels, Ezra, and Dave York unlock below ✨

Frankie Morales 🚁

Frankie's ability to sleep was conditioned in him since the beginning of his training. On a couch? He'll sleep. Camping on the floor? He'll sleep there too. Waiting for your table to be ready at the restaurant? He can SO squeeze in a nap. For him it's easy, however for you not so much. By the time 1am strikes, you get surges of energy and you become restless. Frankie knows its hard for you to sleep, so some nights when you're rolling around in bed frustrated and you're on your phone he'd whisper "Wanna watch a new movie?" He loved sleeping, but he loved you even more. It always warmed your heart that Frankie tried his best to keep you company. He'd rest his head on your shoulder watching the video, laughing along with you. Sometimes he'd snake his hands between your legs telling you to get closer to him tracing circles on your thighs, letting you know he's there. Other days when your mind won't rest, he'll quietly ask you what you're thinking about while letting you rest on his chest as he caresses your spine until it lulls you back to sleep. He tries to stay up with you, but can't. You don't fault him for that, in fact you fall more in love with his determination to try to stay awake. Even if it's just for a few minutes. However on those heavy long nights it's Frankie that has trouble sleeping. He'd have his heavy nightmares varying from all those missions he's been through, and you'll be there. Ready to ease him back to sleep, never keeping your eyes off him. Kissing his temple, brushing back his brown curls as he holds you listening to your heart beat telling him he's safe. It gives you peace of mind watching him rest, ultimately dozing yourself in his embrace.

Javier Peña 🕶

Staying up during stake outs was probably one his favorite times actually for one reason in particular, you. If anyone were to ask him, he'd say he loved the peace and quiet being away from the office, away from the endless paperwork, and those grueling nights chasing down hopeless leads. When really he'd secretly look forward to spending more time with you. You'd plead to go with him clutching his arms, kissing his neck trying to convince him. And how could he resist? You were the one person that would understand the serenity he feels at night. He knows that stake outs are dangerous, so he'd let you come along only when he's positive that it's safe. You both kept a watchful eye at the building in question, asking him what songs he likes, if he thinks pineapples belong on pizza or not, and occasionally annoying him with your favorite game of 'I spy.' But your favorite activity was driving around in his Jeep in search of where to go for a late night meal or snack. It would start with a grumble of annoyance from him, followed by your stomach growling that eventually leads to abandoning the stake out all together to get food and eating it in his car. Trying new foods with him, talking about whatever came to mind was bliss. Javier didn't mind keeping you company at night at home also, he never had someone that he cared for so deeply like you. Anything you needed to help you sleep he was there. Even if it meant asking him to fuck you up to a point where you can't keep your head up or climbing onto his lap during stake outs riding him into exhaustion. He was there for you just like you were there there for him, reminding him that he deserves to be happy. So long as you had one another, staying up wasn't as bad.

Jack Daniels 🐎

When Jack was away overseas you found yourself alone in the house trying to find whatever to do. It was empty without him. Your inability to sleep kept you restless, and missing him so you walked around fiddling with anything you got your hands on and fixing whatever needed to be fixed in the house. When you're out in the barn you'd feed the horses, refill their tanks, and mowed the lawn. But you couldn't do that sometimes cause Jack beat you to it before he'd leave. He hated leaving you behind. Finding whatever he could to stall that inevitable "I'll see you soon". When night time came Jack would text you hoping that you'd be awake to video chat. He'd show you on his laptop the view of his room, ask about your day, you'd ask about his. You'd show him what you made, give him updates on the horses and the other farm animals. When you're really missing him, you'd simply show it. Placing the laptop between your legs touching yourself showing him exactly how much he you need him. Jack longed to be by your side touching you, making you moan his name by his hand. But he knows that's what you need right now, so he goes along touching himself focusing at how beautiful you look. Looking forward to coming back home to you. When you'd relax and drowsiness finally hit, you'd place the laptop on his side of the bed hearing him talk to you about wanting to paint the kitchen walls, maybe build a new birdhouse when he gets back. When you wake up the next day, he'd either still be on video chat saying good morning ready to leave or leaving a trail of kisses on your arm up to your cheeks to wake you up.

Ezra 🌿

After his return from The Green, Ezra's ability to sleep was cut short. It was done purely for survival. He needed to rest, but also staying up on the look out for other prospectors was necessary. It was a routine for so long that he hadn't noticed until he came back to you. On that first night together in his own bed, he woke up late to find you staring at the ceiling deep in your thoughts. He turned to see you not sad or tired, but content. You told him how often you'd stay up unable to sleep missing him during long hours of the day until it trailed to night time. You liked being up to an extent because at least this way you never forgot him and never lost hope. So when sleeping wasn't in store for you. You would listen to new music quietly, research new discoveries to tell Ezra, and maybe even pick up on a new hobby like reading. Ezra would ask you loaded questions about the plot, always invested in character motives. To keep each other's company at night, you'd both head to the beach collecting seashells, iridescent rocks and at times rare flowers. Together, you had infinite amounts of rare finds marking down its species, class, where it was located. This was a habit of Ezra you found to be hard for him to overcome, so you helped him. The same way he helped you find the ability to sleep when you're exhausted and crying wishing you could rest. He would distract you the best way he knew how, by talking for hours. This helped you because you found more and more topics to catch up on. He'd mention what food he missed eating, and you'd tell him what new movies came out that he might like. At last, you'd doze off on his chest leaving behind any traces of sleep deprivation.

Dave York 🧳

Dave was trained to be awake when needed and to be asleep when needed. It wasn't difficult for him, it was like flipping a switch. Clockwork. That goes with saying, he could sleep easily when he had to, but sometimes it was hard. He did have a few nights where he'd wake up in sweats panicking in his hotel room at loss of your body not by his side. It'd take him a minute to realize he's not home with you and the girls. He wasn't use to having someone like you accept his line of work, fear instilling in him at the thought of ever losing something so good like you. So when he'd wake in panic, he'd instantly miss you and call you. You'd miss him too. He knows how hard it is for you go to sleep. Those days he'd leave for weeks on end he would leave tea out in the kitchen for you with a pot ready to boil with a note saying "Try to rest, love you." You'd drink the tea to relax, but it was damn near impossible. Often you would go over paperwork, check the girl's homework, and catch up on your favorite tv show. When Dave would come home and catch you awake though, he'd feel guilty at how easy it was for him. You're so use to it by now that you accepted it, but it pained him to see the tired look in your eyes as you find a way to help you sleep. So instead of leaving you to go to bed, he spoke to you about his latest mission to which you'd perk up. Ask you what you think he did next, what the person he chased did, and what you would've done if you were him. It always managed to make you relax and eventually doze off just enough for him to carry you up the stairs to bed.

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I hope you enjoyed this little headcanon I had in my head for a hot minute for a few of the Pedro boys. I might do the others another time when im awake this late. If you do read this late late, I hope you're able to find some sleep love! I know its hard to shake off that dreading feeling. Sleeping is nice, I hope youre able to rest. And you're not alone. 💜

no tagging just cause its a little headcanon, not really a fic.

sis if I was mantis, I'd be sleeping all the time.

#headcanon #imagines #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #frankie morales headcanons #Javier Peña headcanons #Jack Daniels headcanon #Ezra headcanons #dave york headcanon #frankie morales imagine #Javier Peña imagine #Jack Daniels imagine #ezra imagine #dave york imagine #Frankie Morales #Jack Daniels #ezra prospect #Dave York #javier peña #pedro pascal fandom #cant sleep #insomnia #i felt bag tagging so i didn’t cause it’s not a fic

[lyalii]

Nat’s 2020 Appreciation Post

Because the Mando/Pedro Pascal fandom is just the best (no you can’t argue with that point, it’s not opinion, it is scientific fact) I’m here to give some awards to yall

LOOONGGGG so under the cut

The ‘Just Read Their Entire Masterlist Literally I Can’t Pick A Favorite’ Award goes to:

@softpedropascal : Not only a talented writer but also the queen of Frankie like im pretty sure ive read the entire Frankie hc masterlist like four times and her Pragma series twice so...

@frannyzooey : y’all know how i feel... I did not start 2020 wishing to be a brothel girl in the Wild West but here i am...Everyday I wake up and think “Damn...I hope Gracie is having a good day.” Not to mention the very hot and decadent Frankie Box Set series.

@filthybookworm​ : Cris I haven’t actually read your entire masterlist yet but from what i have read, every word you type turns to gold. You’re a word alchemist my friend! 

@dindjarindiaries : Where do I begin? Not only am I a full time resident in her ask box but I just finished Security and wowowowowow ok the talent!! And Touch It Softly, Take it Off, Behave, and Mine are some of my favorite non-descriptive smut/spice i’ve ever read.

@keeper0fthestars : I wish i had a big enough thesaurus to express the talent but alas, smol brain tired words too hard. YOU MAAM HAVE MADE ME CRY ON MORE THAN ONE OCCASION!

@auty-ren: Her. Dark. Mando. has. my. knees. and. p****. weak. enough. said.

The “You Should Still Read Their Entire Masterlist But I Can Pick a Favorite” Award goes to:

Dust by @etchedbox: Just started. Fucking amazing.

Dusty Trails by @hdlynnslibrary : US Marshal Din? Inject directly into my veins please

honeycomb by @goldafterglow : Idk why this isn’t on my 21st century literature reading list this semester...doesn’t make sense but alas...

Curriculum Vitae by @tiffdawg: MY FAVORITE JAVI SERIES EVER!

maybe next year by @huliabitch: made me cry so hard...like multiple times throughout the day...

Quixotic Series by @jangofctts : yeah that’s the good shit right there

toccare by @hansoulo​ oh yes yes this one is just so good

The ‘Writers on the Rise” Award (aka just found them/just started writing/just started reading their stuff award but holy shit they’re amazing award):

@dindadjarin: Just posted her first fic but omg its so soft and sweet and incredible!

@miss-me-jack: i’ve read a few of her works and its like reading poetry...so beautiful

@moonlit-djarin : Read a beautiful fic by them and can’t wait for more!

The “Rough Day” award goes to: 

@no-droids : i mean, it better...

The “FUCK YOU (lovingly)” Award goes to all the writers that pulled me into the Dave York pit let me repeat FuCk yall oh my GoD I hATE him watch your head when you descend into their filthy pit y’all.

@ohpedromypedro @frannyzooey @filthybookworm @zeldasayer

The “Thanks for Reminding Me What Tears Are” Award goes to:

@aerynwrites​ for Trust is a Fragile Thing and Tragedy

@dindjarindiaries for Irrevocable and Alleviation

The “Thanks for Making Me Smile in Hell Year 2020″ Award goes to:

@thisisthe-wayson for Fried this is just the cutest thing dasjfsd;kjdfsfh

The “Your Fic Lives In My Mind Rent Free Please Pay Up Rent Is Due on the 8th of the Month” Award goes to:

@jollyrancher87 for Thunder

@heatherbel for Desideratum

@mostly-megan for Temptation of Bliss (Frontier!Frankie...enough said)

Okay those are all the specific fics and writers I can think of at the moment and I probably missed a billion incredible writers but just know I love and appreciate every single one of you whether you were mentioned or not! You all have made 2020 a lot more bearable and I cannot wait to read your incredible fics in the future!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

#appreciation post #lets give them a round of applause!!!!

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

oohohoho you just opened the deepest can of worms on the planet

-mod dave, who wrote a fucking ten mile essay

first off, addressing the second anon, no theyre all humans. h., half humans at least. cause yall know me i fucking love my humanstuck aus off my ASS

(that would be funny as hell though. a troll from space walking into a camp on earth going “I AM THE SON OF ONE OF YOUR EARTH GODS. BITCH” like... holy shit)

so first things first their parents. im gonna lay this out, the beta kids and trolls are all greek (EXCEPT sollux hes roman cause his parent has no greek equivalent), and all the alpha kids and trolls are those gods roman equivalents (,,EXCEPT dirk cause he kinda balances sollux being roman out). i havent figured out how thatd happen like 16+ times yet cause in the percy jackson books theres only ever been one instance of two siblings of the same godly descent being greek and roman respectively in HISTORY so like.. i guess th. i guess thats just not a problem in this au

anyway this gets really long so im gonna talk about the beta kids and trolls cause i havent elaborated on the alphas at all ((peep the tags if you wanna see their parents though))

johns the son of zeus, rose is the daughter of athena, dave is the son of apollo, and jade is the daughter of demeter. they were all raised in their respective states, all had to come to new york for various reasons. jades been there the longest, shes been there 9 years and shes been on a couple quests. her biggest accomplishment so far is how she protected the camp from this big vicious angry hellhound that got past the barrier. naturally the girls fluent in Dog Training, so she steps up and instead of trying to kill this thing, she reaches out and tames it as fast as she can. it ends up actually working, and ever since that day she, her cabin, and the camp have a whole bodyguard sleeping right outside the demeter cabin! hes her steed in battle and hes a Very Good Boy. and his name is becquerel

johns the newest kid at camp, he has no idea who he is or why the fuck his school got attacked or why in the hell those anemoi thuellai were so fixated on him or HOW in the hell he absorbed the lightning one threw at him and ended up fine,,, hes just a big mess right now. a big enough mess that when he got claimed by literally zeus, no one else was around, he shrugged it off as some basic magical happening, and he stayed in the hermes cabin far longer than he should have cause no one! fucking knew he got claimed! by zeus of all people! dumbass. he ends up figuring it out though. like an off-hand mention about how this “weird lightning thing appeared above my head a couple weeks ago, haha weird right?” once he figures it out he realizes “hey i might be able to fly” so he sneaks off into the woods to try it. he succeeds fairly quickly but god almighty everyones face the one day the dude just yote himself off a small cliff without warning,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

dave and rose are really tight, theyve been there roughly the same time length, and since their cabins are across from each other they just bother each other all the time. daves the resident Doctor even though he really doesnt look it cause hes got the apollo powers. apollo is the medicine god. so if you wound your stupid ass in battle daves in the ER room patching you up with his glowy hands. rose on the other hand is a very good strategist. shes one of the only athena kids ever recorded to actually have a power - telekinesis. she has no idea how she developed it, she thinks its from birth, but it freaks her out. shes training it though.

so the beta trolls, are also all human(ish). aradias hades kid. but i pulled a pjo trope on her based on one of my favorite characters (im not saying for spoilers, but if you recognize the situation, You Probably Know Who Its Based Off) and aradia died. her mom, the handmaid, had been pulling some Shady Ass Shit and ended up getting herself killed, but aradia tried saving her and ended up going down with her.

so handmaid gets sentenced to the fields of punishment in the underworld, and aradia gets sentenced to elysium, heroes paradise. shes like “no i want my mom to be okay” so they take that away from aradia and they put them both in the fields of asphodel, the neverending grey space for Not So Good But Not So Bad people. her mom becomes a shade (shadow spirit, no human resemblance), as all people do, but aradia. doesnt? and she gets dunked in the fucking river lethe and if you dont know what that does it erases your memory. so she just. comes out of the river like “hello? wgat tae fukc goin on??” but she still remembers one thing. there was an “a” in her name.

tavros is the son of hermes, hes just kinda taken on the role of backup counselor for when the actual cabin counselor is out. hes in a wheelchair, but he also has prosthetic legs for when he needs to actually stand up and fight. hes really good at it too. also catch him in winged converse cause he Owns Those and Uses Them To His Advantage. hes trying his best to keep focused on the camp, cause aradia was his childhood friend, he misses her a whole lot, she never got to camp in the first place. and to his knowledge, shes still dead.

sollux is a janus kid. thats a problem cause janus is roman, and this is a greek camp. he grew up with dave, he showed up with dave, hes been at camp as long as dave. but hes been unclaimed since he showed up so he thinks hes unwanted by whatever parent he has. he knows hes a demigod, he got through the camp barriers, so what the fuck is wrong with him? he also feels shitty cause hes shit at the greek lessons, he cant read a lick of it which literally every demigod without exception should be able to do, he cant name any gods- well, he can, but.. he gets their names mixed up. why does he keep calling poseidon “neptune”? and he has a much, much different way of natural fighting than other kids. they slice, he jabs. he wasnt taught to jab. 

karkat is an aphrodite kid with vitiligo, and to make matters worse, hes ace and on the aro spectrum. to make matters WORSE, the aphrodite kids are kinda notorious for being really shallow, really materialistic, and really mean. karkats been dubbed the “runt” of the cabin, he gets made fun of for his spots to the point where he uses make up and magic to conceal them. worst of all? hes the kid of the goddess of love, for fucks sake. being reminded that “loveless people shouldnt be able to stay in this cabin, mom must have made a mistake claiming you” is kind of.. a blow to the self esteem. long story short he hates aphrodite for claiming him, and would have rather stayed in the hermes cabin. but he eventually goes on this big quest thats vague as fuck right now but Its The Main Plot, he ends up proving to himself that hes worth something and that his siblings are wrong, and my FAVORITE LINE IN THE WHOLE THING i came up with is HIS when he deals a final blow to some big monster: “REMEMBER MY FACE THE NEXT TIME YOU REINCARNATE. MY NAME IS KARKAT VANTAS, I’M THE SON OF APHRODITE, AND LOOKS CAN KILL.”

nepeta isnt anywhere near developed as others are unfortunately, shes a daughter of ares and shes really really good at hand to hand combat. shes small but she leads groups of people in things ranging from camp volleyball games to actual literal wars. shes a tough little shit

kanaya isnt really developed either, i have yet to figure out most of her powers too actually, shes a daughter of iris, the rainbow goddess though. (blatant reference to both kanayas vampirism and. h. her. sh. es ga. gay) ONE THING SHE CAN DO THOUGH is iris message at will without water or drachmas so really shes just everyones go to cell phone and its fucking hilarious cause people just come into the cabin like “KANAYA I NEED TO TALK TO [X]” and shes like “You Better Fucking Pay Me I Am Not Your Personal Cell Phone”

terezi is the daughter of nemesis and she has this really peculiar power she hasnt really gotten the hang of yet. she has synesthesia, so while she cant see she can smell and taste the colors of her surroundings and its really helpful. sometimes though she gets messages from her mom. they dont even come as dreams half the time, they come as almost a different plane altogether. tez has the power to literally tip the scales, pretty much. and when she gets like that, she can see. shes not on earth though, shit on earth stops when shes like that. shes just kinda In Her Own Head, i guess? and in her head she holds the two scales in her hands. she is the arms of the scale. and depending on which one she lifts up, she can literally alter the fate of the battle or happening thats going on By Herself. once she chooses she just whooshes back to real life though and nothing has changed. the only downside? it takes a LOT of energy and cant be exploited for little things. her one thing on her bucket list is to tap into said powers while getting something from a vending machine so like three things will fall out but it hasnt happened yet and shes upset

vriskas a daughter of tyche, the luck goddess, come the fuck on you knew i was gonna, i havent really elaborated on her either and im upset about that. but hey now you get a break from all those fucking paragraphs

equius is a hephaestus kid, and he kinda stays in the background. hes a range fighter, he spends a lot of time in the forge, and even though its been a project looooong since forgotten, hes been excavating the tunnels under cabin nine for years. by himself. he has no idea where they lead, but dammit hes gonna find out where. he has no idea about a certain bunker in the woods though...

gamzees just there for a fucking laugh tbh hes a son of dionysus and i love that cause hes the god of wine and parties and insanity. usually gamzees just zoning out somewhere hes Not supposed to be, and hes not affected by the maenads FUCKED UP BULLSHIT that goes down the forest sometimes. also hes so fucking scared of tavroses wing shoes he tried them on once while he was high and JESUS CHRIST

eridan is the son of kymopoleia, a SUPER obscure goddess. lets just say dont fuck with eridan cause his mom is the goddess of violent sea storms,

and naturally, feferi is the daughter of poseidon. cause who the FUCK else would she be the daughter of. WHO. NAME ONE GOD

OH AND JUST CAUSE I FORGOT CALLIE AND CALIBORN ARE SATYRS IN THIS AU. CALLIE HAS PAN PIPES. and caliborn still has a gun

#LONG #LONG LONG LONG LONG LOOOOOOOOONG #god DAMN this took a minute and a half to write #okay here are the alphas parents #jane - jupiter // roxy - bellona // dirk - hephaestus // jake - mars #yes that does mean dirk and the zahhaks are godly half brothers #damara - pluto // rufioh - mercury // mituna - janus // kankri - venus #meulin - mars // porrim - arcus // latula - invidia // aranea - fortuna #horuss - vulcan // kurloz - bacchus // cymopolea // meenah - neptune #not a quote #mod dave #homestuck #demigodstuck #john egbert #rose lalonde #dave strider #jade harley #aradia megido #tavros nitram #sollux captor #karkat vantas #nepeta leijon #terezi pyrope #vriska serket #equius zahhak #gamzee makara #eridan ampora #feferi peixes #calliope #caliborn

[hesthekingofsomewhere]

Yet Another Chatfic pt 5

part 1 I 2 I 3 I 4

this is a long chapter! and im posting it ahead of schedule! bc I love yall!

please leave comments! likes! I love feedback!

Also! this chapter has a peek into sarah, finch, and alberts groupchat

Queens of New York

8:15

santagay: say yeet if you made it home alive

DJacobs: Yeet!

SJ420: yeet

richbitch: yeet

Spot8365631: yeet

respecs: yeet

albiehadalittlelamb: yeet

WhereforeArtThou: yeet

noteventhatshort: yeet

SJ420: wheres finchy boy?

littlebirdie: still at their apt

littlebirdie: oh right

littlebirdie added crispycrutch to Queens of New York

PM with albiehadalittlelamb

santagay: al, finch slept over

albiehadalittlelamb: yeah ik?

santagay: i hate to say this and be that guy, but al, he slept in crutchies room

santagay: ik whats its like to be cheated on, and i never thought i would be having this conversation about finch but I dont want you to get hurt.

albiehadalittlelamb: ill ask finch, im sure nothing happened

PM with littlebirdie

albiehadalittlelamb: did my fake bf cheat on me?

littlebirdie: …

albiehadalittlelamb: GET SOME BOIII

littlebirdie: lmao so your not mad?

albiehadalittlelamb: why would I be mad? even if we were dating id be chill about this, ik you have a huge thing for crutchie and lord knows youd never get any action from me

albiehadalittlelamb: the only problem is that jack thinks your cheating on me

littlefinch: ok so should we fake-break up? cuz i kind of dont want to, but if jack thinks im cheating on you…

albiehadlittlelamb: i have a plan

albiehadalittlelamb: does crutchie know that were fake dating?

littlebirdie: ye, theres no way i would even be allowed into his room if we were actually dating

albiehadalittlelamb: ok but heres the thing, if jack thinks you cheated on me, then race probably thinks the same

littlebirdie: oooHHHHHH

littlebirdie: so now im also fake cheating on you so that race will feel bad and fall for you and your sad situation

albiehadalittlebird: exactly!

littlebirdie: nice! what could possibly go wrong

Queens of New York

respecs: so why is this chat called queens of new york

inyourFACEtrack: well you see…

inyourFACEtrack: twas all hallows eve 2017

inyourFACEtrack: and 7 of us showed up to kaths halloween as drag queens completely independantly

noteventhatshort: and sarah kath jack and i were dressed as disney princesses

respecs: thats beautiful

respecs: and here i thought it was bc ?everyone? here is lbgtq

santagay: well if you think about it, its both

richbitch: when was the last time we even had a straight in this chat?

crispycrutch: i think  we had morris in the chat for a week when he was dating romeo

santagay: oh god i forgot about that

SJ420: does he even count as a straight?

inyourFACEtrack: well there was a reason he was only in the chat for a week so…

santagay: true, speaking of which

santagay: specs, if you ever hurt romeo, we will find out where you live and steal all of you soap lest you ever get a date again

respecs: noted?

SJ420: he gave me the same threat when I started dating kath lmao

santagay: it worked didnt it?

SJ420: im hate you

santagay: you loved me once loser

WhereforeArtThou: oh shit he went there

inyourFACEtrack: oooooooooooo

crispycrutch: ??????

SJ420: once upon a time i thought i was a het, and then i dated jack for like 2 months

SJ420: and 90% of our relationship was checking out pretty girls together

SJ420: so i figured i should date those pretty girls

noteventhatshort: BIG MOOD

SJ420: for the record the other 10% of the relationship was jack checking out “cute” boys and me being like eh

santagay: and herre i thought you were just trying to stop me from being jealous

SJ420: jack at one point i kissed another girl in front of you and you did not care

noteventhatshort: AHHH

inyourFACEtrack: OOOF

richbitch: AN ICON

santagay: ok well

SJ420: don’t even try bud

DJacobs: That’s my sister!!!!!

santagay: but at least you didnt hide it

santagay: at least you werent kissing people behind my back like SOME people in this chat

SJ420: ????

Spot8365631: i thought you were over that

santagay: i am i just need to have moral high ground over someone

inyourFACEtrack: wait what

noteventhatshort: is this chat just stories of jack getting cheated on now?

richbitch: im living for this

richbitch: jack cant keep a man nor woman

noteventhatshort: but whats this about spot cheating on jack?

santagay: he BROKE my FRAGILE 15 y/o HEART

santagay: but spottie was too cool, lived too fast, couldnt be tied down to one man

Spot8365631: also david was a much better kisser

SJ420: OH SHIT PLOT TWIST

richbitch: CALLED OUT

inyourFACEtrack: 911? theres been a murder?

DJacobs: This…. is true.

inyourFACEtrack: THE LEGEND HIMSELF SPEAKS

respecs: i am living for the drama in this chat

crispycrutch: were kind of a mess tbh

respecs: i understand and completely respect that

inyourFACEtrack: you reSPECt that?

respecs: haha very funny not like thats my goddamn username or anything

Spot8365631: roasted

inyourFACEtrack: bitch

inyourFACEtrack: YO JACK ROMEO, GOT MY MFN 29TH

santagay: fuck offfffff

WhereforeArtThou: this bet is unfair

WhereforeArtThou: im only attracted to one gender, thats less than half the people to ask

santagay: dude ur still winning

WhereforeArtThou: yeah but its a lot more work

inyourFACEtrack: i only have 1 girls number, i think its p even

santagay: this seems like something you should have considered when we started

WhereforeArtThou: ok but consider this

WhereforeArtThou: i didnt

inyourFACEtrack: ok but consider this

inyourFACEtrack: ur a dumbass

WhereforeArtThou: strong words coming from a guy who threw a wii remote out the window

noteventhatshort: fight fight fight fight

inyourFACEtrack: my embarrassments are not ur entertainment smalls

noteventhatshort: ur embarrassments are my only entertainment what r u talking about

Spot8365631: also everything you do is embarrassing

inyouFACEtrack: i feel betrayed

santagay: you should

santagay: i once saw u put hot chocolate mix in oj

inyourFACEtrack: it tastes like a terrys chocolate orange i stand by my choices

crispycrutch: you snorted mr noodles seasoning bc spot told you to

inyourFACEtrack: and i got 20$ for it

Spot8365631: u didnt “””get”””” 20$ ur debt to me was just slightly reduced

inyourFACEtrack: EITHER WAY

crispycrutch: once i watched u drop a spoon into a pot of boiling water and stick ur hand in to get it

inyourFACEtrack: i think ur point has been made, thnk u crutchie

Spot8365631: please do not stop, hes had it coming

crispycrutch: i will stop only bc i value my safety and so i still have receipts for the future

inyourFACEtrack: oh god

inyourFACEtrack: why did i think it was a good idea to live with you

crispycrutch: bc you love me and i contribute to the rent

inyourFACEtrack: touche

crispycrutch: besides, i would have dirt on you regardless

crispycrutch: i have seen each and every one of you do stupid stuff, no one is safe

inyourFACEtrack: mooooom crutchies being meannnn

DJacobs: Crutchie, please delete your blackmail.

crispycrutch: how can i delete it when its in my brain

santagay: i have never been more scared of crutchie

SJ420: crutchie is my idol

crispycrutch: that does not make you safe my friend

SJ420: honestly at this point you could reveal anything about me and i would not care

SJ420: i have reached a god status where nothing you say could possibly embarrass me

richbitch: im so in love with you

SJ420: love you too babe

PM with SJ420

richbitch: ik youre in the next room but i dont want dave to hear, but I got a dinner reservation for two tomorrow at 7 and was wondering if you would like to join me

SJ420: i mean of course, but why are you asking me like this

richbitch: because

richbitch: also you should wear that dress you got for christmas

SJ420: ok?

More Than Just Cigars

SJ420: kath is acting weird

albiehadalittlelamb: what kind of weird

albiehadalittlelamb: like “i just lost a lot of money” weird

albiehadalittlelamb: “i just took a bunch of acid” weird?

littlebirdie: oh no is it “i just slept with jack” weird?!

SJ420: oh god no

SJ420: she texted me and asked me on a date

SJ420: i asked her why and she said because

littlebirdie: !!!!!!!!!

littlebirdie: DID SHE ASK YOU TO WEAR SOMETHING SPECIFIC

SJ420: ye, a dress from christmas

albiehadalittlelamb: OH MYYYYY GODDDDDDDD

littlebirdie: GIRL

SJ420: what????

littlebirdie: jfc ur blind

albiehadalittlelamb: if u havent caught on yet we cant morally help u srry

SJ420: GUYS PLEASE

littlebirdie: nope

albiehadalittlelamb: have fun on ur date tho

PM with santagay

albiehadalittlelamb: oh yeah finch did not, in fact cheat on me

albiehadalittlelamb: he was just making up with crutchie last night, they had a fight

santagay: and u trust finch in this

albiehadalittlelamb: ofc, ive known finch a long time, he would never

santagay: ok if you insist, i just dont want you to get hurt

albiehadalittlelamb: thanks jack

Queens of New York

littlebirdie: anyone else just, super glad that theyre gay?

littlebirdie: bc thats such an important feeling

DJacobs: Me too, Finch

Spot8365631: rt

SJ420: rt

noteventhatshort: rt

WhereforeArtThou: rt

albiehadalittlelamb: rt

santagay: rt but bi

inyourFACEtrack: rt but bi

richbitch: rt but bi

respecs: rt but bi

crispycrutch: rt but pan

littlebirdie has changed Queens of New York to Queers of New York

inyourFACEtrack: helllllll yeah

Spot8365631: no cussing, my mom checks my phone

inyourFACEtrack: oh my goodness im so sorry spot

inyourFACEtrack: ill delete the message right away

DJacobs: What?

DJacobs: Why does your mom check your messages, Spot?

DJacobs: You’re 23 and moved out?

DJacobs: Also I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you swear in this chat.

DJacobs: This is a meme, isn’t it?

santagay: u got there on ur own!

santagay: im so proud of u!

DJacobs: Thank you, Jack.

inyourFACEtrack: why does it feel like everyone is in loving and healthy relationships except me?

PM with inyourFACEtrack

Spot8365631: wow rude

inyourFACEtrack: were not in a relationship remember?

Queers of New York

DJacobs: Jack and I are not dating.

santagay: dude, were mom and dad, i think that’s close enough

respecs: question, in this mom/dad thing, who is everyone else

santagay: kath and sarah are the aunts obvi

inyourFACEtrack: smalls, romeo, crutchie, al, and i are their kids

inyourFACEtrack: finch used to be one of the kids but now hes dating al so that seems weird

inyourFACEtrack: i guess hes sarahs kid now?

SJ420: awwww i love my new son

respecs: what about spot?

santagay: hes kind of… his own entity… like an estranged uncle or neighbor that spends more time in ur house than his own

Spot8365631: rude but accurate

santagay: thats my name dont wear it out

Spot8365631: i hate you sm

santagay: then y r u always in my house???

Spot8365631: this metaphor has gone to far. blocked deleted and unfollowed.

santagay: honestly? thats fair

santagay: i respect ur choices

Spot8365631: sounds fake but ok

PM with Spot8365631

inyourFACEtrack: in a beautiful twist of fate, crutchie jack are going to see a movie with davey and kath, and im home alone with a meat lovers pizza on its way

Spot8365631: ok?

inyourFACEtrack: would you care to join me?

Spot8365631: no, sounds too much like a date, and were not in a relationship right?

inyourFACEtrack: dude, were friends, sharing a pizza, and maybe having anal sex

inyourFACEtrack: thats not a date its just what we do

Spot8365631: still no, i have to finish a foreign policy essay for tomorrow

inyourFACEtrack: oh ok

#im so excited for the next chapter! #yet another chatfic #newsies #romeo newsies #specs newsies #finch newsies #jack kelly #david jacobs #sarah jacobs #javid #racetrack higgins #sprace #crutchie morris #albert dasilva #smalls newsies #katherine plumber #katherine pulitzer #newsbians #spot conlon #newsies fic

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If It’s Meant To Be

***PLEASE NOTE: This is a series. You can find all parts linked below.***

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Summary: It’s been 6 years since you left Daveed to better yourself. Things have been pretty good but it was only a matter of time until your past caught up with you.

Words: 8.1k+ (I AM SO SORRY)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

A/N: THE BIG FINALE! This is my first finished series and I am so proud of it! I really hope yall like this chapter! It took a lot out of me but I am so excited to release this! Shout out to Ale for being the best beta ever!

Tags: @serkewen12 , @nervous-crossbow , @fanficsj , @hamilbroke , @videogamedriver , @dysfunctionalfangirl @butlinislin, @daveeddiggsit , @nadialinett14 , @librarychild , @spidey-boii , @me-hoy-me-trash , @daveedish , @linmanuclmiranda , @autistic-alien , @runnerriley, @hamilsquad-writings , @thegirlonhamilton

Daveed landed at noon, his legs cramped and nerves at an all time high. He grabbed his suitcase and took a taxi to a Marriott near your restaurant.

“Okay, what did I bring to wear?” He mumbled to himself, opening the suitcase and laying out his options on the bed.

“I should’ve paid more attention to what I threw in here.” He shook his head, not too happy with what he had but he could pull something together.

He held up a button down along with some nice jeans then he glanced at his feet and frowned. He couldn’t wear sneakers to see Y/N, he had to look his absolute best. Daveed tossed down the clothes and picked up his phone, heading outside. This was NYC, there were clothing stores everywhere, especially in this touristy area. He let himself wander for a bit, looking at all the stores but not seeing anything that called out to him. Then he saw them, a beautiful pair of dress shoes in a shop window.

“Yo…” Daveed trailed off, a smile spreading on his face.

He entered the store, looking at the different suits that surrounded him as he approached the counter.

“Excuse me? Would you happen to have those shoes in the front in an 11?”

The old man behind the counter turned and nodded, giving a smile as he pointed to the seating area.

“I should! Just sit there and I’ll be back!” He said as he shuffled into a back room.

Daveed pulled out his phone, sending a quick text to Rafa to let him know he landed safely. When he slid his phone back into his pocket, the man was back with a box under his arm.

“Here you go.”

“Thank you.” Daveed smiled, taking the box and opening it up.

He ran his fingers over the smooth material, these shoes were something special.

“Those shoes are really expensive, they must be for an important occasion.” The man smiled, watching Daveed try them on.

Daveed looked up at the old man, for some reason he gave off a comforting vibe. One that made you feel like you could trust him.

“I’m trying to win back the woman I love.” Daveed admitted, looking away as he realized what he just said.

He always tried to avoid thinking about it but truth be told, even after six years he was still in love with you. Seeing your updated photos on Google was enough to dig up those buried feelings from years ago. The older man whistled, sitting down next to Daveed.

“That is an important occasion. A hard one as well.”

“You’re telling me.” Daveed muttered under his breath, looking in the mirror at the shoes.

“But one that’s worth it if you’re here. I think I have the perfect thing for you.” The man slowly stood up and made his way to the back again.

Daveed waited patiently, checking the time and realizing he had a lot of time to kill before going to dinner. The man emerged from the back with a suit that took Daveed’s breath away. It looked like somebody took three different colored suits and patched them together to make one dope suit. Some parts were black, some were dark gray and some were light gray. It was unique, it was original, it was definitely his taste.

“You like it?”

“I love it. Where did you get this from?” Daveed slowly took the suit away from him, looking at it up close.

“I made it myself.” The man said, pride evident in his voice.

“I couldn’t take this from you.” Daveed held the suit out back to him but the man stepped back, shaking his head no.

“I made it to sell, was just waiting for the right person.” The man turned around, walking back to the front as another person walked in. Daveed looked at the suit once more, admiring the flawless stitching and beautiful pattern. He walked to the fitting room, secretly hoping it would fit. He shut the door behind him, quickly disrobing and slipping into the suit. Daveed isn’t superficial but he looked damn good in this suit and he knew it. He was sold, it was the perfect outfit. He changed back into his street clothes and walked to the register.

“Everything fit?”

“Like a glove.” Daveed handed over the shoes and suit then his credit card.

“I could give you a discount, this stuff isn’t cheap and you seem like a good guy.” The old man held the card in his hand, waiting for an answer.

“No, it’s fine.” Daveed smiled reassuringly, not even glancing at the total that popped up on the register.

He signed the receipt and took his credit card back.

“I never got your name.” Daveed said as he took the bag off the counter.

“My name’s Russell.”

“I’m Daveed, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Oh, I know.” Russell chuckled, leaning on the counter.

Daveed furrowed his brows, he knew he wasn’t a nobody but he didn’t perceive himself as someone recognizable.

“I see you on my TV all the time these days. It makes me proud to see a brother excel, gives an old man like me hope. I was around when schools were still segregated and now we have brothers and sisters all over TV. It’s not perfect but it’s something. You’re part of a movement.”

Daveed was speechless, no one had ever said anything like this to him before. He kept opening and closing his mouth, searching for a reply.

“Just keep the movement going, my son looks up to you. You have the same hair.” Russell glanced at Daveed’s wild curls.

“Thank you for telling me that. It makes me feel...I can’t even describe it but, you made my day.” Daveed grinned, opening up his wallet and putting two hundred dollar bills on the counter.

“What else do you want?” Russell asked, looking at the watch display under him.

“Nothing at all.” Daveed said, stuffing the money into the tip jar next to him.

“Have a good one, Russell. It was a pleasure meeting you.” Daveed picked up a business card as he walked to the door, “I’ll see you later!”

“Good luck with your lady! She’d be a fool to not get back with you.” Russell called out after him.

“Let’s hope she feels the same.” Daveed sighed, exiting the shop and going down the block.

Daveed glanced back, contemplating going back to the shop and talking with Russell for a while. However, his stomach rumbled and he decided against it. Pizza sounded good right about now but, he had to eat lightly. He had a dinner later. 

It took Daveed two minutes of hyping himself up to get the courage to enter the restaurant. He was instantly surrounded by a warm ambiance and dim lighting. He took everything in slowly, bumping into a couple since his eyes were on the ceiling.

“I am so sorry.” He backed away, clearly embarrassed.

The woman ensured him that it was alright while her partner glared at him. Daveed turned away, clearing his throat as he walked to the hostess. She looked up and her eyes widened.

“Hello.” Daveed smiled politely, hoping his nervousness wasn’t too obvious in his appearance.

The girl snapped back from her initial shock and proceeded with the usual greeting.

“Hello! Welcome! How many will I be seating?”

“Just me. How long is the wait?”

Daveed glanced around the waiting area, it was pretty packed but he would wait as long as it took.

“No wait at all for you Mr. Diggs, please follow Irene, she’ll take you to your seat.” The hostess gestured to the girl next to her.

They exchanged a few whispers before Irene nodded and turned to Daveed with a smile.

“This way, Mr. Diggs.”

Daveed heard some annoyed huffs behind him and part of him felt bad but, he can’t help that his social status got him special treatment sometimes. He looked around as Irene lead him through the dining room, many couples and families were dressed up and chatting amongst themselves. Daveed felt weird being alone but coming here with someone was not an option.

“Would you like any wine or champagne?” Irene asked as she set the menu down on the table.

“Yes, red wine please.”

“Dry or Sweet?”

“Medium. Thank you.” Daveed sat down, looking at the menu below him as Irene nodded and walked away.

The cover was a deep red, with gold lettering. He opened it and slowly flipped through the pages.

“Jesus.” He muttered under his breath, his eyes jumping from Appetizers to Steaks to Seafood to Pasta.

There were so many options. He jumped slightly as the sound of a cork popping, he glanced up to see Irene pouring wine in his glass. She offered a kind smile as she placed the bottle into the ice bucket she brought to the table.

“Would you like a few more minutes to look over the menu?”

“Yes please, thank you.” Daveed picked up the glass, sipping from it.

“Raise your hand when you’re ready and I’ll come over.” Irene said before turning and walking off. Daveed picked up the bottle slowly and read the label.

“Merlot.” His eyebrows raised, “Fancy.” He set it back in the ice bucket.

He shouldn’t have expected any less from you, you were always a ‘go big or go home’ type of girl. He still couldn’t believe he was here. In a restaurant that you owned, about to eat food you were cooking, seeing you for the first time in years. His mouth went dry at that last thought but he sipped his wine, hoping to swallow some of his nerves with each mouthful. He brought his focus back to the menu, looking over each selection closely before closing it and slowly lifting his hand. Irene was by his side in less than 2 seconds.

“What would you like?”

“I”ll take the New York Strip. Medium-rare.” Daveed said as he handed over the menu

“Your two sides? We have mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, french fries, broccoli-”

“Baked potato and broccoli is good.” Daveed cut her off with a small smile. “Will that be all?” Irene asked as wrote down on her pad.

“Yes.”

“I’ll be back with your order soon.” She smiled at him once more before walking off to the kitchen.

Daveed sat back in his chair, pulling out his phone to occupy him while he waited. Irene walked into the kitchen, a huge smile on her face.

“We have a star order!”

You looked up from your cutting board as soon as those words left her mouth.

“I wonder who it is this time! Remember when Viola Davis came here and we just about died?” Erica, your sous chef, giggled as she took the ticket.

“You won’t believe it. It’s Daveed Diggs!” Irene bounced on her toes excitedly, “And girl. He looks so damn good.”

Your hands instantly stilled, knife frozen in the air. You slowly set it down, stepping back and walking over to Irene.

“I’m sorry, who is here?” You asked.

You must have misheard her.

“Daveed Diggs! The actor, rapper, hunk of a man that is built like a demigod.” Irene fanned herself with the menu in her hand.

“Calm down, I can see your rock hard nipples from here.” Erica teased, laughing as Irene rolled her eyes.

No one knew about your history with Daveed, they were all oblivious to the fact that he was your ex.

“Boss, you alright? You look like you’re about to pass out. Don’t tell me you got the hots for Mr. Diggs too.” Erica chuckled, turning back to the stove and sautéing her vegetables.

“I’m fine. Let’s just get back to work.” You shook your head, reading the ticket and going to grab the steak.

Thankfully you had cooked enough to do it on autopilot because your head was racing with thoughts. How did he found you? What was he doing here? Why would he come here? Did you want him here? You ignored that last thought as you grabbed a plate and began putting Daveed’s food on it. This was going to Daveed. You found yourself taking extra care to cook his steak perfectly and to put the butter for the baked potato on the side, Daveed liked to put it on himself. You paused your movements for a second, why do you still know that? Once again disregarding the thought, you put the plate onto the serving station.

“Star order up!” You yelled, moving on to the next ticket.

Irene took the plate and left the kitchen. Though you physically moved on to cooking other orders, your stomach was in knots thinking about Daveed’s order. Would he like it? Why should you care if he did or not?

“I’m taking a short break. Erica, take over.” You sighed, walking through the kitchen and out the back door for some fresh air.

You took a deep breath, leaning on the wall and sighing. Of course you thought you and Daveed could maybe bump into each other again but this was so sudden.

“Get it together, Y/N. You’re stronger than this!” You groaned, straightening your posture and returning to work as if nothing happened.

“Here you go Mr. Diggs.” Irene said as she set down the plate, “Enjoy!”

“Thank you.” Daveed said, tucking his phone away and picking up the knife.

He immediately noticed the side of butter and smiled to himself.

“She remembers…” He mumbled, picking up the small container and scraping out some butter.

This little gesture shouldn’t have filled him with more confidence but it did. He spread some steak sauce on the steak and dug in. He hummed in content as the first mouthful hit his taste buds. Sure there were more ingredients and flare in the food but it still tasted like yours. It reminded him of home, of the many meals you and him shared. It was comforting. He got through his food quicker than he meant to but he was still satisfied. He refilled his wine glass and sipped slowly. He didn’t wanna be smashed when he saw you.

“Would you like to see the dessert menu?” Irene asked, picking up the empty plate.

“No thank you, would you please give my compliments to the chef?”

“Of course! I’ll be back with your bill.”

Irene walked off and back into the kitchen, putting the dish in the sink.

“Mr. Diggs said to give compliments to the chef.” Irene singsonged, returning to the chef station.

“Oh did he now? He likes our food Y/N.” Erica bumped your hip playfully and you gave a small smile hoping to pass off as thankful instead of shocked. A part of you was exhilarated by the compliment, the other part of you felt conflicted. You were having an internal battle of joy and frustration.

“Tell him thank you. Let’s get back to work.”

Irene and Erica shared a look before going back to doing their respective jobs. Irene returned with Daveed’s bill. Daveed already had his card ready so he handed it over.

“Chef Y/N appreciates the compliments, Mr. Diggs.” Irene said before turning and walking away.

Daveed bit the inside of his cheek to dim the smile on his face. She didn’t ignore it at least.

Daveed stayed seated, watching people leave slowly until he was the only person left.

“Mr. Diggs? We’re starting to close up.” Irene approached him, confused as to why he hadn’t left after she returned his card to him.

“Oh, sorry. I wanted to speak personally with the chef, I’m an old friend.” He stood up, adjusting his blazer.

“Oh? Well you could wait on the bench in the front. I would let you wait here but we have to wipe down and put the chairs up.” Irene gestured towards the front.

Daveed nodded and walked off to the front, sitting on the bench. Irene smirked to herself as she clocked out, deciding to not notify her boss of Daveed’s intentions to see her. Daveed awkwardly said goodbye to every employee that passed on the way out, ignoring the questioning glances.

You packed away your chef’s uniform, changing into your street clothes once you were sure the kitchen was clean. You locked the back door and exited the kitchen after you turned off the lights. You put your bag on your back as you walked towards the front, turning off the lights in the dining room. Daveed could hear another pair of footsteps and he hoped it was you. He fidgeted with his fingers, holding his breath as you rounded the corner. You froze, locking eyes with Daveed as he slowly stood. You took in his appearance, feeling like the air got knocked out of you by his beauty. His curls were perfect, his suit framed him perfectly. After all these years, Daveed never disappointed or looked less than perfect. You felt underdressed in your jeans and t-shirt but you couldn’t wear a chef uniform while traveling home. However, Daveed thought you looked beautiful anyway, you were always beautiful whether you wore sweatpants or an elegant gown. You both stared at each other for a while, simply trying to grasp the fact you were in the same room for the first time in six years.

“Hi.” Daveed said softly, his signature shy smile appearing on his face.

You cursed your heart for its sudden change in tempo, it felt like it was trying to beat out of your chest.

“Hi, Daveed.” You replied, looking at the floor.

Hearing you say his name again was music to his ears. Hearing you speak was music to his ears. Even after all these years, you were his favorite thing and seeing you tonight confirmed that.

“I told you you would do amazing. This…” Daveed gestured to the room around you, “is amazing. Truly.”

Heat quickly spread from your neck to your cheeks as he continued.

“I didn’t think your food could taste any better but you blew me away tonight.”

“It’s amazing what some extra herbs can do to your food.”

You smiled as Daveed chuckled. You missed that sound more than you liked to admit.

“Yeah...so…” Daveed trailed off, eyes returning to you.

“So…?” You repeated, daring to move closer to him.

When Daveed didn’t say anything, you decided to take over the conversation.

“How did you find this place?”

“Lin.” Daveed replied, smiling as a smile spread across your face.

“Of course, I should’ve known loudmouth Lin would say something.”

“Are you mad that he did?” Daveed asked, the look in his eyes making the butterflies in your stomach go haywire.

“No. I’m not.” You shook your head, fidgeting with your fingers. That only made Daveed’s smile widen more.

“I...I missed you…” Daveed whispered softly, stepping closer to you.

Your heart skipped a beat as Daveed moved closer, his chest almost touching yours.

“I..missed you too.” You admitted, voice even softer than his.

Daveed’s eyes looked all over your features; your eyes, your nose, especially your lips. He yearned for them ever since you left, they were one of his favorite things about you. He was so zoned in on them that he didn’t realize he was leaning in towards you.

“D-Daveed?”

He blinked rapidly, jumping back as he realized what he was doing.

“Shit! Shit I’m so sorry I...I wasn’t trying to…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

He was a nervous wreck and you could sense it, you were thankful he felt the same as you did.

“No, it’s fine! You just zoned out. It’s okay!” You reassured him.

Daveed smiled sheepishly, deciding it would be better to keep his distance from here on out.

“Where are you staying?” You asked, starting to head for the door.

“Marriott a few blocks down.” Daveed followed you out, he stood to the side as you locked the doors.

The streets were still alive with people who were rushing to join the nightlife.

“That’s a pretty one, I catered an event there before.”

You started walking down the block, Daveed fell into step with you.

“You must have catered a lot of events. Which was your favorite?” Daveed asked, not taking his eyes off of you.

He almost tripped off the curb but he was trying his best to take in every new little feature about you. The small mark on your cheek that looked like a scar, the new necklace that hung around your neck, the new piercing on your ear.

“Easy. I catered a reunion for my culinary school. I met a lot of top name people there and got invited out to Italy to “expand my knowledge”. I went to Venice, I rode in a Gondola, I had authentic pizza. I learned more about Italian food then you could ever imagine. I almost cried when I had to leave.” You chuckled, looking both ways before crossing the street.

“Sounds amazing, I would love to go to Italy.”

“Enough about me, what have you been up to?”

“Well, clipping. is working on another album. We went on tour in Europe and the energy there is wild. Me and Cash are working on another album and I’m doing a bunch of acting. There’s actually this HBO special coming out that I’m in. It’s a huge satire, and I had so much fun filming it.” Daveed looked up at the sky, scanning for the moon.

“That’s amazing! I’ll look into it.”

“You could attend a screening with me instead.” was what Daveed wanted to say. Instead he said,

“It’s right up your alley.”

He looked back over at you and you already had your eyes on him. It would’ve been smarter to keep your eyes forward but you both couldn’t look away from each other for more than a few moments. You stopped as you reached Daveed’s hotel.

“Do you live around here?” Daveed asked, putting his hands in his pocket.

“Few train stops away, my train is actually around the corner.”

“I could get you a ride home? Trains are a pain in the ass at night, you would know that better than me.” Daveed offered.

You checked the time. Midnight. The trains were gonna be on their weird schedule and though you were in a good mood, the train ride was something you were dreading.

“You sure? You don’t have to. I don’t want you to waste money.”

“It’s being spent on you. That would never be a waste.”

You looked away, blushing lightly with a small smile.

“Alright, you’ve convinced me. Thank you, D.”

“Of course.”

Daveed handed his phone over to you so you could put in your information. In a few minutes you ordered the car, handing the phone back to Daveed as a driver accepted your ride.

“Oh, he’s right around the corner.”

“Most of them sit around here because all the drunk people order cars to get home. They get most their money from drunk college kids and adults.” You pointed out, watching a car come down the street and pull up in front of you.

“Yep, that’s it.” Daveed said after checking the license plate.

You nodded, walking to the car door and opening it.

“Oh,” you turned around to face Daveed, waving at him, “Bye, thanks for the car again.”

“Bye, Y/N. I’ll see you around?” Daveed asked, hoping he wasn’t coming off too eager.

“I’ll see you around.” You agreed, smiling at him.

Daveed smiled back at you, relief flooding through him. You turned around to get in the car when he called out to you.

“Wait!”

You looked back at him, “Yeah?”

“Maybe we should exchange numbers? Just so I know you got home safe and all that, you know.” Daveed suggested, doing his best to hide the hope in his voice.

“Yeah, that would be smart.” You stepped away from the car to give him your phone.

He gave you his and you put in your number and name. Once you were both finished, you switched phones.

“I’ll text you.” You said, looking at the new contact.

“Perfect.”

You both stood there in silence for a second, not knowing how to say goodbye. You wrapped your arms around Daveed, pulling him into a hug. Daveed froze in surprise before he hugged you tightly. You pulled away first, giving him a small smile before you got into the car. Daveed watched the car until it turned the corner. He looked up at the sky.

“Thank you for making this work.” Daveed mumbled before walking inside the hotel.

As he made his way to his room and into the shower, he was thinking about the events of today. This trip wasn’t coordinated what so ever but it ended better than he could ever imagine. He was putting on his pajama pants when his phone vibrated. He tossed his towel on a chair before checking his notifications.

You:

Made it home safely! Thanks again for the ride :)

Daveed smiled to himself, sending his reply as he got into his bed.

Daveed:

Anytime! I got back safely too in case you’re wondering

You laughed at the text, putting down your phone to place your bag on the floor and turn on the lights.

“Smartass as always.” You mumbled to yourself, picking up the phone and writing back.

You:

I mean if you somehow got hurt on the 2 minute walk to your room, I’d have to question your intelligence.

Daveed:

Ouch, that hurts.

You:

Poor baby :((((

Daveed settled into bed, rolling his eyes at your text.

Daveed:

So caring. Thanks.

You:

You know me, always caring for the greater good! How long are you in town for?

Daveed:

I’m actually flying back tomorrow afternoon. I didn’t exactly have high hopes for this reunion and I also have to get back in the studio with Cash. I canceled on him to come out here.

You frowned lightly, part of you wanted to see him again. The other part was thankful he wouldn’t be here anymore. You were conflicted as to what you wanted to happen now that Daveed was here. It would be a lie to say you didn’t feel anything for him but it was too soon to make any calls on your relationship. Take things easy and slow. That’s exactly what you did for the next two and a half months. Daveed flew back home and you two texted on a daily basis. You even reconnected with Rafael. It started with Daveed being lazy and making a group chat to send a meme but then it became an extremely active, waking-up-to-60-text-messages type of group chat. You and Rafa would typically stick to the group chat so when you texted him separately one day, he knew something was up.

You:

Hey Rafa!

Rafa:

Hey Y/N, whats up?

You:

I need a favor.

Rafa:

I assumed as much. This is your first time texting me separately so you probably don’t want Diggs to know?

You:

That would be ideal.

Rafa: I’m already liking this. What do you need?

You:

I want to surprise Daveed at the clipping. concert coming up in a few days.

Rafa raised a brow, glancing at Daveed who was in the booth recording his verse.

Rafa:

You’re coming to California?

You:

I may have just bought a plane ticket on a whim.

Rafa:

What is it with you two and impulse buying?

You:

I just had this urge to see him and then I bought the ticket, I really didn’t think this through. Forget it, I’ll just cancel, this is dumb.

Rafa:

You should come. He would probably be super happy to see you and I would help you sneak in. I’ll even pick you up from the airport.

You bit your lip, staring at the confirmation screen on your laptop. It had started with you looking at old photos of you and Daveed you forgot were on your computer. Then you started thinking about your run in with Daveed almost 3 months ago, the rush that you felt as you walked him to his hotel, the giddy feeling in your stomach as you two texted for the first time in six years. You wanted to see him, you needed to see him. He came to you last time so it was only fair you went to him this time, right?

You:

You sure?

Rafa:

Hella sure. Send me your flight info and I’ll be there.

You were really going to do this.

“Go big or go home.” You whispered to yourself, shutting your laptop and starting to plan what you were gonna pack.

 “Y/N! Over here!”

You turned around and saw Rafa waving from his car. You rushed over, tossing the suitcase into the already open trunk.

“I am so sorry I’m late. The flight got delayed and then the baggage claim took forever to fucking start and God I hope we don’t miss everything.” You babbled, buckling up.

“It’ll cut close but I think we can make it there as they come out for encore.” Rafa pulled off, driving a bit faster than you thought was safe but you didn’t say anything.

“I’ll get you in, take you to the green room and you can wait there for him to get offstage.”

“How did you even sneak off without him saying anything?” You asked, looking over at Rafa.

“I told him yesterday that after ‘Shooter’ I had to run an errand but I’d be back before the end of the show.”

You nodded, looking out the window at the city.

“It’s been awhile since I’ve been here. I missed it.” You said, leaning your head against the window.

“The Bay missed you too, Y/N.” Rafa took a quick glance at you before looking at the road again.

You rode in comfortable silence until you got to the venue. You hopped out of the car, following Rafael as he flashed his pass and was let back in. Body & Blood was blaring through the speakers when you entered, the room was insanely hot and the smell of sweat and alcohol was in the air. You ducked your head and spedwalk with Rafa to the backstage door. You both slipped in and took a deep breath as he slowed his speed walk to a casual pace.

“You think he noticed me?” You asked, breathing slightly heavy as Rafael entered a room.

“Not a chance. He was too busy amping up the crowd. We should be good.” Rafa reassured you, sitting on the couch.

“Alcoholic gummy bears?” He offered, holding out the bowl.

“Nah, I’m good.” You shook your head, sitting next to him.

“There’s about 2 songs left before they finish the set.” Rafa informed you, stuffing some of the gummy bears into his mouth.

“I’m actually a bit nervous if I’m gonna be honest.” You admitted, looking over your outfit.

You wore a simple graphic tee with black shorts.

“Maybe I should’ve dressed up more?”

“Gonna pop out to a concert in a clubbing dress or something?” Rafa asked, smiling as you started to laugh.

“No! Not a clubbing dress but maybe...I don’t know.” You shrugged.

“He’s gonna be excited to see you no matter what you wear.”

You knew Rafa was right but you were still a bit nervous.

A couple minutes passed and you heard the crowd cheering loudly.

“I think they just finished. You ready?”

“No.”

“Too bad.”

You giggled and nudged Rafael playfully.

“Jerk.”

You turned your head to the door as it opened, your stomach dropping as Jonathan entered the room. Bill was close behind him and then Daveed walked in. He was wiping his face with the shirt he had removed while on stage.

“Why does sweat burn when it gets in your eyes?” Daveed groaned, stumbling in the general direction of the couch.

Bill and Jon chuckled, nodding as Rafael held a finger to his lips.

Daveed blinked rapidly once he moved the shirt away from his face, trying to focus his vision. Once he could see clearly he looked around, finally noticing your presence.

“Hey.” You waved, nervously awaiting his reaction.

Daveed turned to his groupmates who shook their heads.

“We had nothing to do with this!” Bill said, picking up his bag.

Daveed turned back to you and Rafa, glaring at his best friend.

“Surprise!” Rafa yelled, smiling brightly.

Daveed looked at you again, a wide grin on his face.

“I want to hug you but I am so damn sweaty right now it would be gross. I can’t believe you flew out here!” Daveed sat next to you.

“It’s only fair since you came to me last time. I wanted to see you.”

Your eyes flickered to his torso which was still glistening with sweat.

“I’m really glad you’re here.”

You locked gazes with him, willing your heart to slow down but he was looking at you as if you were the only thing that mattered at this moment.

“Yeah..me too.”

Rafa signaled to Bill and Jon, he nodded towards the door and they understood. Quietly they packed up their stuff and slipped out while you and Daveed were talking to each other.

“I’m gonna go meet fans but I’ll be back as quickly as possible. Promise.” Daveed jumped up, still pumped from the show.

You watched him put on a different shirt before jogging out of the room. You played on your phone until Daveed returned, calmer but still smiling brightly.

“Ready?” He asked, grabbing the few things he had scattered around.

“After you.”

Daveed lead the way out of the venue and to his car. He waved to some fans who were lingering around the venue before getting in.

“Do you mind if we hang back at my place? I really need to hop in the shower.” Daveed tossed his show shirt into the backseat before putting his key in the ignition.

“Fine with me, I wouldn’t mind just chilling. That plane ride has me exhausted anyway.”

“You hungry? We could get food on the way home?”

You smiled to yourself at the familiarity of this scene. Daveed driving, you in the passenger seat, talking about dinner. This was how things used to be all those years ago.

“Y/N?” Daveed called your name, bringing back into the moment.

“Oh, sorry. I spaced out a bit. Let’s order takeout when we get to your place.”

Daveed glanced over at a red light, giving you a small smile. What you didn’t know was he felt the same way. Part of him wanted to reach out and hold your hand like he used to. Instead, he kept his hands either on the wheel or on his lap. Eventually you pulled up to Daveed’s apartment building. You followed behind as he entered and called the elevator.

“This is nice.” You commented as he pushed the “4” button.

“Our old house felt too big once you left, I needed something smaller and different. Rafa found this place online and we both agreed quickly it was for us.” Daveed explained as he exited the elevator and lead you to a door marked 410.

You felt a pang of guilt in your stomach as you thought of your old house. It was really yours, you designed all the rooms with little input from Daveed. You wondered who could be living there now.

“I’m gonna shower. Go ahead and get comfy.” Daveed walked down the hall, leaving you alone in the living room.

You decided to check out the rooms while Daveed was cleaning up. You looked around the living room and kitchen. You knew there wouldn’t be much design since Rafa and Daveed were never into decorating. You walked down the hall, the sound of water getting louder as you passed a door.

“Bathroom.” You muttered to yourself, thinking about the many times you’d seen Daveed get in and out of the shower.

The many times you shared showers together.

Not the right time Y/N.

You pushed those thoughts to the back of your head as you continued down the hall to another room. You peeked in and knew straight away it was Daveed’s room. The papers strewn about the room was a dead giveaway. You would always yell at him to try and keep the room clean back when you two shared a room but when Daveed got an idea, he was everywhere and so were his papers. You giggled to yourself and closed the door, continuing down the hall. You peeked in another room and assumed this had to be Rafael’s room. It was more put together than Daveed’s, his laptop sitting on his desk and a backpack on his bed. You closed the door and started walking back to the living room, the only other thing you could peek in was hallway closets. You slowed down as you near Daveed’s door. Part of you wanted to explore his room but the other part felt it was going too far. You had only seen each other twice in the past 6 years. You turned to the bathroom and listened closely, the water was still running. Good.

You entered Daveed’s room, shutting it behind you. You slowly walked deeper into the room, taking in everything around you. You eyed his unmade bed, debating if making it was too much.

“I’m already in here.” You reasoned, walking over and clearing his bed before making it. Once the bed was to your satisfaction, you placed his computer back on it. You picked up his notebook and the papers on the floor with the intention of putting them on his desk. You set down each paper one by one, scanning over the words before putting it on top of his notebook. It’s been a long time since you’ve gotten to read Daveed’s work, he was still as brilliant as ever. You got to the last paper and the title caught your eye.

“‘Six Years’.” You mumbled to yourself, sitting on the desk.

The paper had a lot of scratched out words and erase marks, nevertheless, you read it anyway.

“Y/N?”

You yelped and threw the paper down on the desk, making eye contact with a wet and almost naked Daveed.

“Woah! Shit! Sorry! Sorry I, shit, fuck, oh my god.” You covered your eyes, embarrassment burning in your cheeks.

“I was just looking around and I came in here without thinking and I am so sorry I shouldn’t have come in here.” You rambled, eyes screwed shut though you were already covering your face. 

When Daveed didn’t say anything, you slowly lowered your hands and opened your eyes. He looked amused.

“Don’t laugh at me!”

“Me? Noooo, never! I’m not laughing.” Daveed replied, biting back laughter.

Your eyes wandered down his chest to his towel that left very little to the imagination.

“Are you looking at my dick print?”

Your eyes snapped back up to his face, your blush deepening.

“No! I think my phone’s ringing I’m gonna just go.” You blurted, running out the room and into the living room.

“Why did I go in there?” You scolded yourself, hitting yourself lightly on the forehead as you sat on the couch.

You were here a total of 15 minutes and already had embarrassed yourself beyond belief. You wanted to run, you wanted to turn back time and start over. Instead, you waited patiently on the couch for Daveed to come out. You turned to the hallway when you heard a door open. Daveed came into your line of sight, wearing a tank top and sweatpants.

“Hey, do you want a pair of sweatpants?” He asked, sitting next to you on the couch.

“N-no, it’s fine. I’m fine.”

“You’ve seen me naked a lot of times, you know.” Daveed pointed out, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV.

“Well yeah, but I was just caught off guard.”

“So you look at my dick.”

“Daveed for the love of God.” You whined, covering your face again as he laughed.

“I’m just saying it’s nothing new, it’s chill. No need to be embarrassed.” He smiled reassuringly.

You dropped your hands and looked at him. He was right, you weren’t strangers. You’ve been friends for months now and knew each other for most of your lives.

“You’re right. I guess getting back into the swing of things is still a process.” You replied, picking up your phone.

“Chinese?”

“Chinese.” Daveed agreed, clicking through channels, “The usual for me. Oh wait, you probably don’t rem-”

“I do.” You cut him off, dialing the number and clicking call, “Spare rib tips with pork fried rice. Right?”

Daveed looked over at you, nodding with a grin on his face.

“I’m shocked you remember.”

You opened your mouth to answer when an employee picked up the phone. You gave them your order and let Daveed tell them the address.

“Should be here in 30.” You said, hanging up the phone.

Daveed’s arm rested behind you on the couch. You leaned back, instinctively swinging a leg on his lap. You went to move it when Daveed rested his hand on your knee.

“It’s fine, I did say get comfortable.” He reminded you, giving you a small smile.

“Yeah. Comfortable.” You repeated, putting your other leg in his lap.

You turned to the TV, trying to ignore the chill that ran through you as Daveed traced patterns on your knee absentmindedly. You fidgeted with the bottom of your shorts, trying to focus on the movie Daveed chose to put on. Then he started to twirl the ends of your hair. You relaxed even more, sinking closer until your head was resting on his shoulder. Daveed rested his head on top of yours, smiling to himself. You closed your eyes, the movie long forgotten as Daveed’s scent surrounded you.

You started thinking about old times, you seemed to be doing that a lot lately. You would be getting ready for work and you’d think back to the mornings Daveed would try and keep you in bed when you had errands to run. You would bake yourself cookies as a treat and think about how you used to chase Daveed out of the kitchen so he wouldn’t eat all the cookie dough. You would hear a certain song and think about the rare Sunday mornings when Daveed would help you clean as you sang along to the radio loudly. You would see an advertisement with Daveed in it and think back to when you would mock his poses and make jabs at him. Some days you didn’t need something to trigger a memory, you would just think of him.

Daveed.

You pulled back so you could look at him, Daveed noticed your movements and looked down at you. There it was again, that look in his eyes that always made you melt. You softly placed your hand on his cheek, softly stroking the scruff on his face. He smiled lightly, keeping his eyes on you. Then your gaze moved to his lips and the only thing on your mind was how they felt against yours. You could barely remember and that needed to change. You softly pressed your lips to Daveed’s, your hand moving from his cheek to fist his shirt. You pulled away slowly when he didn’t react, ready to apologize and run out. Before you could get a word out Daveed surged forward, crashing his lips to yours. You instantly kissed back, pulling hard on his shirt until you were laying on the couch and he was hovering over you. The shift was awkward but eventually you had your legs wrapped around Daveed, arms around his neck and hands in his hair. You rolled your hips against him, tugging on his bottom lip. Daveed grunted softly, one of his hands gripping your hip as he rutted against you.

Then you felt Daveed rip himself away from you and off the couch. You blinked slowly, stunned by the sudden loss of contact. Daveed was across the room, breathing heavily and looking at you.

“Sorry. I’m sorry I…” Daveed sighed, running his hand over his face.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you without asking. I wasn’t thinking and I just went for it. I pushed you too far-”

“I wanted it. I wanted it so fucking bad. I loved it. I love you. I miss you. Fuck.” Daveed rambled, pacing back and forth.

It was more like he was fighting with himself than talking to you.

“Then why did you stop?” You asked, sitting up straight.

That question made Daveed stop pacing. He stared ahead at the wall, chewing his lip in deep thought. You watched him, waiting for a reply but he never spoke. Instead he turned away from you.

“Daveed? Talk to me… did I do something wrong?” You stood up slowly, walking over to him but still keeping your distance.

Daveed shook his head, chuckling humorlessly.

“I don’t know how to answer that.”

You frowned, taking a step back from him.

“I’m sorry…”

You didn’t know what you were apologizing for but you felt the need to say it.

“I ruined everything again, didn’t I?” You asked, voice trembling as you fought back tears.

You came here with hopes of things being better but just like six years ago, you were throwing it all away. This time it was unintentional and every attempt to salvage anything only screwed you further.

“No, you didn’t. You didn’t, it’s me.” Daveed reassured you, facing you once again.

“I…” Daveed trailed off, taking a deep breath.

“I’m scared. What if you just run off again? I don’t want to get so deeply invested in you again just to get fucked over. I understand why you chose to leave and I know it was for the best but that doesn’t mean it didn’t mess me up when you left.”

Your heart shattered, for the first time you saw how deeply your decision affected Daveed. You could see the damage you left behind when you walked out of that door. You delicately took Daveed’s hand, squeezing it.

“I know it’s hard to trust my word but it’s all I got Daveed. The moment I saw you at my restaurant I knew I was still in love with you. I never tried to get over you and part of me didn’t want to get over you.”

Your free hand reached up to Daveed’s chin, tilting his head so he was looking into your eyes.

“I love you too. I want to try again and I’m not going anywhere. I know only time will prove my words but I mean it.” You said in a soft voice, lacing your fingers together.

Daveed squeezed your hand before kissing the back of it.

“I believe in second chances.” He responded, smiling widely.

You mirrored his smile before tackling him with a hug. Daveed stumbled backward a bit before regaining his footing and hugging you back.

The doorbell rang, causing you two to break apart.

“Perfect timing, I’m starving.” You kissed Daveed’s cheek before going to answer the door. You paid for the food and sat down next to Daveed on the couch.

“Fortune cookies first!” You smiled, handing Daveed one.

“Okay okay.” He chuckled, cracking his open.

“‘People are naturally attracted to you.’ Eh, this one is kinda bullshit.” Daveed shrugged.

“I think it’s a cute one! Mine says, ‘The man or woman you desire feels the same about you.’ Oh my god, does that mean Bruno Mars actually wants me!” You turned to Daveed with a faux surprised face.

Daveed rolled his eyes, picking up his takeout container.

“Why don’t you go find out?” He grumbled, eating some of his rice.

“Awwwww, is someone jealousssss?” You teased, poking his side before picking up your container and opening it.

“Nope.”

“Yes you areeeee.”

“Y/N, leave me alone.” Daveed deadpanned but you could tell by his facial expression he was trying not to smile.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“You’re cute in general.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling as you cuddled up to his side again.

“You’re corny.”

“You love it.”

“I love you.” You retorted, giggling as Daveed looked over at you.

“Oh but I’m the corny one?”

“I’m cute corny, you’re just wack.”

“Getting real close to bending you over my knee.” Daveed jested, sipping from his water bottle.

“That’s my favorite place to be.” You purred, kissing his jaw.

You smirked when Daveed choked on his water and started coughing. This was how it was meant to be.

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Hot summer nights (Dave York x OFC) part four

Pairing: Dave York x ofc!Georgia Collins

Summary: It’s hot, both Dave, Georgia’s dad’s dark, tall bodyguard and the weather. Dave was always there, in her house and in her mind, as if it was his job to guard her thoughts instead of her dad’s well being.

Word count: +4.2k

Warnings: mentions of past smut, of death, theres a gun, death plotting, mentions of sexual harassment...

A/N: yeaaaah yeaaah i knowwww i left this for like almost three months i have no excuse but hey, yall didn’t think i’d let this incomplete, right? RIGHT?????? anyway, hope u enjoy this pair of crazy assholes uwu, bc this took an unexpected turn away from the original outline but the main idea is there, just... different lmao <3 and YES CHAPTER FIVE IS GONNA BE UP AT THE SAME TIME ALSO: to the new people that i have in my taglists, you dont have to read this series if you dont want, but if you do, thanks jsnjsndj

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Georgia turned into her driveway and a small smile decorated her face when she saw her dad’s car gone; it was fairly early, but she was again alone after a few days of him being home for no apparent reason; and after a long day she needed time for herself; a glass or two of wine, her new favorite book that had found its way to her nightstand drawer, and a warm bath.

She trotted to the kitchen to grab the chilled half drank bottle of wine from the fridge and ran up the stairs, already trying to take her clothes off.

She let the bathroom door open as she got the bath ready and lit up some candles; as the tub filled, she finished undressing in front of the mirror, smiling at the darker marks that adorned her body.

Georgia wasn’t a woman that liked to have physical evidence of her sexual encounters; it wasn’t in her taste to have someone’s hand marked on her hips, someone’s bite stinging the tender flesh of her shoulder; not before Dave. He would leave soft, dark pink scratches and love bites around her torso, he would leave purple bruises in between her thighs and slight burns on her skin from his pubic hair. 

All made in the heat of the moments they shared; each and every single one of them soothed and kissed once the bliss dissipated and his senses came back to him.

The tub was full of water and the smell of the bath salts inundated the room. Georgia smiled to herself when the image and feeling of Dave sneaking into her room as she took a late night bath and slipping inside the tub with her came back to her memory and as she sat on it and her body relaxed with the warm water; she let herself reminisce of all the things he did to her that night.

Dave was getting inside her in a deeper way than sexual; and she loved it.

Georgia didn’t know how or when she had fallen in love with him; maybe it was in the first night, when he snuck into her room and made her feel things she hadn’t feel before; or maybe it was in the after sex conversations they shared, mumbling and whispering and muffling the laughter his bad jokes got out of her; maybe it was when he discovered that she didn’t like when her dad touched her and had made sure to erase every single sensation of her dad’s touch with his own.

Maybe it was everything and not a single thing, Georgia didn’t know but she did and he expressed himself enough to let her know he loved her too.

For her, nothing mattered more than what she felt for him and what he made her feel; he was perfect in a way she didn’t even understand but that she felt, deeply deeply inside her body; and he knew her enough for her to trust him into doing whatever he wanted to her. And he trusted her enough to do the same.

The water cooled as she smiled at the memory of him telling her about his life and about what he used to do; his trust on her growing and growing along the time they spent together, he even told her how he did some of the things he was paid to do before working with her dad.

And that night he did, she had ridden him so hard he had moaned her name over and over into her neck as he came inside her.

Georgia, Georgia, Peach, my little peach. My girl, my perfect woman.

She got out of the bathtub and wrapped herself in her bathrobe; her mind still flooded with the memories of what happened with him when the sun went down and the house was silent. She didn’t want it to stop; but she also wanted more. She needed more.

What did she want she didn’t know at that exact moment; but she knew she wanted to stop sneaking around with Dave. Georgia wanted to be able to hold him and kiss him and talk to him outside the secrecy and the confines of her bedroom, or his, or the kitchen in the middle of the night.

She wanted to love him openly and she even wanted to share her life with him without fearing that he lost his job or she lost whatever she had inside her dad’s house.

Georgia wondered what it would take for her to get what she wanted as she dressed up. Her mind flew away while she sat in front of her mirror and rubbed moisturizer on her face, a glimpse of burgundy caught her attention next to her own reflection and she smirked when she focussed her gaze on the leather-bound journal that had found a home on her nightstand; the one she read every other night, the one Dave read to her when she asked him nicely enough.

And then as her eyes looked at that book, her mind snapped in realization.

It was a way. Certainly it was an option.

Georgia frowned at her own reflection.

“Are you seriously thinking about that?” she asked herself as the images of the last decade played in her mind, “he never did anything to you.” she mumbled, closing her eyes for a few seconds while flashes of her father’s ice green eyes and horribly warm hands and sickening wet mouth invaded her head; the scowls, the smirks, the smiles; the glances, the winks, the gazes; the hugs, the caresses, the grips.

When Georgia opened her eyes, she immediately turned to look at the journal and gazed at it for what it felt like hours.

She couldn’t ask him that.

The idea was wild and an infinite amount of wrong; the thought was almost insane but at the same time it made some kind of sense.

But she couldn’t ask that to him.

Georgia couldn’t, even if she wanted; even if she was already thinking about the words she’d use or the tone of her voice or the way to approach the subject.

He wouldn’t.

Would he?

He had told her why he had left that business and she was sure, inside her head, that for much that she asked, he would say no.

Georgia turned back around and tutted her mouth.

So her mind reeled with other options as she rubbed body cream on her arms; she couldn’t think of something that would be effective enough, until, as if a bulb illuminated with a warm light inside her mind and her hazel eyes brightened up in front of her, she remembered her dad had a gun somewhere inside the house.

Simple inside her mind, difficult in real life.

Georgia stood up and gave a last look at her reflection; she left her short, brown hair wet and loose, her makeup-less face gave her a warm welcome. She bit her pink lower lip and smirked softly at the way her shirt didn’t cover one of Dave’s bite marks on her neck.

She walked out of her bedroom and turned into her dad’s; his door was unlocked, and she just pushed it open; she got dizzy and felt a slight churn inside her stomach as the scent of his cologne that lingered on the space entered through her nostrils.

With a newfound bravery inside her body and fighting away any flee instinct that touching his things made her feel, she started checking on every drawer around his room; his nightstands, the chest that rested at the foot of the bed, under the bed, the commode drawers, the closet. She looked inside every space she could think of and sighed when she found nothing.

Georgia gave one last glance around the room and looked at the commode again. From the place she was standing, she noticed it didn’t have the wooden feet she remembered it had.

She strode towards it and kneeled in front as she opened both wooden doors below the drawers; a smile creeped over her face as she studied the black safe that sat on the floor inside the bottomless commode.

It was fairly big and looked heavy, had a silver handle and next to it, an electronic pad and it apparently required a six-digit combination to open. She tried the first thing that came to her mind and pressed each number for her dad’s date of birth. The pad made three sharp beep noises, and it illuminated with a red light… wrong.

She entered her mom’s date of birth; three beeps and the red pad… wrong.

With her lower lip between her teeth, she entered hers; zero nine, one, zero, nine, five.

The pad went green and a loud, almost ominous unlocking noise was heard. She scoffed and rolled her eyes as she pulled from the handle, opening the heavy door of it.

Her face lit up when she saw the black holster right on top of a red box, it looked just tossed there. Georgia took it and raised her thick brows at the unexpected weight of it. Before she could take it out of the holster, her eyes landed on the red box the gun was lying on top of. It had her dad’s initials written in black.

She left the gun on the floor next to her and took out the box in two hands. It was fairly light and she left it in front of her.

Knowing what she knew about her dad, Georgia hesitated in opening it, but did it before the feelings could invade her entire mind and she backed out.

She lifted the lid and left it next to the holstered gun; the first thing she saw was a yellow envelope. She took it and looked inside, there were a bunch of pictures; she took them out and her breath hitched as the first picture took form in front of her.

It was her. A picture of her on a trip she did with her friends a few years back, on the beach, wearing a purple bikini.

Georgia frowned and felt the impending rise of a deep, decade-old anger bubble inside her; she slid that one to the back of the bunch and the next one was another picture of her in a blue bikini on the same trip; her legs bare and slightly tanned, her breasts up because of the tightness of the top, her smile bright and her eyes almost closed because she remembered that when her friend took that picture she had made a joke so bad she just couldn’t hold it inside.

She smiled to herself because of the irony; those pictures had been taken with her phone and she didn’t post any of them on any social media. And as she kept skimming through the pictures, she felt her face quirk in a scowl; her lips curved down and her nose wrinkled in disgust.

The next ones weren’t any better; more printed pictures of her, some of them had been taken directly from her instagram profile, the one she had private, the one she was sure she had only shared with her friends; and some others were just her sitting around the house.

Georgia felt a tear escaping her eye and brushed it away with more force than necessary when she finished skimming through the pictures and shoved them back inside the envelope; it wasn’t happening.

She always had suspicions; she had instincts that told her to never let her guard down near him, but she never thought of what she would do if her thoughts and her feelings were to become real.

Georgia felt sick.

What rested under the first envelope was another one, a white envelope, slightly smaller than the yellow one; she took it against her better judgement and opened it, emptying it on her lap; a block of pictures tied with a rubber band fell out of it.

The one on top made her want to vomit as she took off the band with shaking hands; it was a selfie she had saved in her phone, a picture she had taken of herself in her bathroom mirror with only a white towel covering her damp body, her hair dripping onto her shoulders, her face partially covered with the phone.

She let out a sob when she slid that one to the back, she covered her mouth when a small whine escaped her throat as she looked at the next one, it was a picture of her in a lingerie set she had taken for herself.

Georgia dropped the entire block of pictures onto the floor and felt her entire body shaking as her eyes glanced at some of the next ones; nude pics she had sent to an ex partner a couple of years before, one of them with her covering her breasts with her arm; another one with her legs angled to cover her mound and her boobs on full display.

“What the fuck.” she sobbed out, covering her face with her hands as she let herself drown in her own pain.

Georgia wanted to scream; she wanted to run away, far, far away from the man that was supposed to look after her but had obviously violated her privacy in so many ways she was even questioning what else had he taken away from her. She had never really trusted him, but she didn’t think he would do something like that.

She cleared her throat and brushed the tears that had fallen on her cheeks off, Georgia knew there was no way she could keep living under the same roof with a man that so disgustingly saw her as a woman and not as his daughter; she shoved everything back into the box as fast and as tidy as she could, still shaking, still crying; she didn’t know what to do; she wanted to escape; she wanted to grab everything that was hers and beg Dave to take her somewhere else.

She wanted to leave everything behind and never look back.

But as she was about to put the box back to the place she had found it, she knew she couldn’t just do it.

Georgia had no chance of disappearing if he was alive to look for her until he found her.

And then, as sudden as the realization that she had to kill him to leave; the last ten years of her life started to make more sense; the little to no financial autonomy she had, the excuses he found every time she talked about moving out to force her to stay, the fact that he started an entire business for her to work on but never really let her fully manage it; him always knowing somehow where she was, she even started wondering if he had something to do with every partner she ever had leaving her out of the sudden.

She couldn’t help but wonder what in her life was real and what was manufactured by her dad.

And, unwanted and unwelcomed, the thought of Dave and her relationship with him, whichever the name of it was, being another of his manipulations crossed her mind.

But Georgia knew him, she trusted him with everything she had and everything she was; he couldn’t be. She was sure he wasn’t. She was sure he was the only thing in her life her father hadn’t tainted with his sickness and insanity.

Ryan Collins wanted her only for himself and as she tossed the gun inside the safe, closed it and took the box with her, she started wondering if he had anything to do with her mom’s passing.

Georgia ran out of his bedroom and towards hers; she left the box on her bed and rushed to her nightstand, opening the drawer and taking the small burner phone Dave had gotten for her, only for emergencies.

She dialed his number with shaky fingers and he picked up in the second tone.

“What’s wrong?” Dave’s voice sounded deep and she sighed as she held the phone with her shoulder and her cheek and put on the first pair of shoes she found.

“Where are you?” she asked him, the thin sound of her own voice surprised her; its usual deepness was gone, it sounded small, low and shaky, she decided she didn’t like it, as she looked around for her purse.

“Your dad’s office,” he replied “what is wrong?” he asked once again, his voice more stern than before.

“Where’s he?” she asked, sniffing. She walked towards the bed and grabbed the box, gripping it behind her arm.

“A meeting,” Dave sighed and she knew he wouldn’t ask again what he wanted to know, “baby girl.”

“I’m on my way,” she let out before he could say anything else, “is the meeting of the long ones?”

“Yes.” he let out.

“I’ll be there in fifteen.” and she hung up, shoving the small phone inside her bag and rushing down the stairs.

Georgia almost ran out of the house and trotted towards her car. Dave texted the burner phone, and she looked at it in a red light.

You left my question unanswered.

She didn’t text him back; she drove almost in automatic, her mind filled with the thoughts of the past ten years; memories that made her feel sick and betrayed, feelings of discontent, of fakeness and fabrications; Georgia was loathing the feeling inside her chest as she drove, eyeing the red box that rested on her co-pilot’s seat in between turns and traffic lights.

Surprisingly, there was no more plotting inside her mind; she didn’t have to think for another second about what was the best option to get rid of him. The box and its contents were enough to do whatever she wanted to do to him; but as the thoughts of how he had manipulated her life to a point in which she had to live with him and endure his unwanted and noticeable advances, and she had to sneak around with his bodyguard to get a small glimpse into what a normal relationship was, she knew there was not another way to end his grip on her life.

And as Georgia parked her car and walked inside the building and into an elevator with the red box in her hands, she even thanked whatever force of nature or destiny or faith had sent Dave into her life.

He was the one that showed him what love and sex and pleasure was supposed to feel like, he showed her how laughing until her stomach hurt was like, he taught her what her body could do and how to make his do things she never imagined. And once she showed him what her dad had kept locked inside a safe, he would do the job for her.

Georgia walked out of the elevator and nodded a small smile to the receptionist as best as she could, the woman just waved at her and buzzed her inside the offices; she strode directly to her dad’s, just before the meeting room, and opened the door without announcing herself.

Dave was standing next to the floor to ceiling window, looking at the sun setting; he turned to look at her as she closed the door behind her and locked it.

Dave saw Georgia curl her mouth down and her hazel eyes he loved to see filled with tears, she broke into tears as soon as his deep brown eyes fell on her and she left the box on her dad’s desk, almost jumping onto him.

“What happened?” he whispered sternly in her brown hair as she clung to him; his words settled inside her body and she felt the way he tightened the grip he had around her, his hand on her nape, right under her hair and his arm around her waist. 

Georgia sobbed inside his shoulder and Dave dragged her with him towards the couch in the opposite corner of the office; he sat with her on his lap; she curled on him and made herself smaller as her fist gripped his shirt and she hid her flushed, wet face inside him.

Worry made him frown his brow deeper as she tried to calm down enough to form a coherent thought.

“He’s crazy.” Georgia muttered out, lifting her head from his shoulder; Dave slid his hands to her face and cupped it closer to him. He knew who she was referring to and why; but before asking why she was saying it out loud, he brushed away her tears from her hazel, watery eyes with his calloused thumbs, left a kiss on her forehead and another feathery touch of his lips on her mouth that made her calm down faster and better than any respiration exercise.

“Tell me, peach.” he half-asked, half-ordered once he knew she was more relaxed, his hands slid back to her lower back and her waist and he tried to reassure her as best as he could.

Georgia turned to the desk and pointed at the red box.

“Look inside it.” she whispered. Dave frowned in confusion and she nodded, a new tear rolling down her pale cheek. He kissed her on the place where the tear made its way down and she smiled softly when she saw the drop of salty water resting on his lip; he licked it and she nodded her chin towards the direction of the desk.

Dave helped her slide off him and sit on the couch as he stood up, left a soft kiss over her brown hair and walked towards the desk. He sat on one of the chairs in front of it and opened the box. She felt her leg starting to bounce in anxiety as he took the yellow envelope in his hand.

“Where did you find this?” he asked as he opened the envelope.

“Inside his safe.” Georgia replied, he didn’t ask anything else; she saw his face harden and his jaw tighten when he looked at the first picture.

She closed her eyes for a few seconds to drown the tears that had reappeared, and stood up, she walked away from the couch and looked outside the window. Down on the street, the cars were obliviously driving away through the city; unaware.

Dave looked at every single picture inside both envelopes while Georgia worked herself up to grab the courage she needed to ask him what she wanted; he felt his skin boil with that deep anger that he hadn’t felt in so long; the anger he had been trained long years before she was even born to channel into something gruesome.

He noticed a short, wide envelope at the bottom of the box and he looked at her; the sun was just finishing setting and the orange shine of the night sky dismissing the day made Georgia glow; she looked precious; her brown hair glimmered with the warm tones of the sun, her hazel eyes shone like two clear ambar stones, her chewed on pink lips trembled by the weight of the implications of what Dave had in front of her but yet he wanted nothing but to kiss; she looked like a jewel he somehow got and didn’t deserve, he wanted to know what she was thinking.

He wanted to open up her head and roam around her brain just to know her every thought.

Dave opened that envelope as Georgia crossed her arms on her chest and sighed with her eyes still locked outside.

“I think he killed my mom.” she whispered out, both to him and to the newly born night sky.

Dave took out the piece of paper inside the envelope, unfolded it, and read it.

A ten-year-old chemist receipt that charged for a bottle of potassium chloride.

He knew what it meant; he knew what it did; he knew how much to use and where to inject it for it to work in certain ways; he knew how it acted on a human body; Dave had even used something like that before turning his life around and leaving that way of work.

“He did.” Dave mumbled, looking up at her. She turned her head to him with her mouth half opened and her eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill out and flood the entire office, the building, the town.

“No.” Georgia whined out, shaking her head, her face quirking in pain.

Dave stood up and strode towards her, taking her inside his arms; he felt her shaking against him; he felt her small; he felt her helpless, defenseless, little.

For the first time since he had met her, he saw Georgia as that fifteen-year-old that had lost her mom; he saw her as the orphaned girl looking for someone to look after her when everyone in her life had failed her. He understood why he wanted to take care of her so much, he knew then how much she needed it.

He saw that big part of her that was hidden even from herself, and he loved that little girl as much as he loved her.

“Dave, oh god,” Georgia let out in a sob, he tried to soothe her as best as he could, his warm hand roaming up and down her back “please, please kill him,” she whispered into his ear, clinging to his shirt. “please, please.” she begged.

Dave stiffened in the embrace and looked outside the window, the last ray of melted sunshine was disappearing and the night took over the sky, he gave her a kiss on the crown of her head.

“Anything, my peach, anything for you.”

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Ok slightly different ask, what monster would the boys fall for if reader was the monster? (Because I also want to be sexy, powerful and possibly dangerous)

BRO WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WATCHING ME???? I'M LITERALLY IN THE MIDDLE OF A TOVAR AND FAE/FAIRY FIC RIGHT NOW!!!! I may or may not release that on the same day I release the Werewolf Tovar fic...I'm after each and every single one of you. Taking yall down with me.

Ok so. Deep breathes I can do this.

Marcus Pike would go for a Siren/Mermaid. I know it's the same as what he would be but I don't know man I just see him being enchanted by their voice and then he sees how unlike mythology they are and they can be dangerous but you're different and he wants to give you a chance and he doesn't regret it because you are much more than he thought he deserves and you're all his and this is what love is supposed to be.

Oberyn Martell would go for a succubus/incubus. Nough said. He'd have all the sex in the world with either or both and it would be fucking wild.

Pero Tovar would go for sure fuck and fall in love with a Fae. They are dangerous but beautiful. Strong but passionate and submissive if they wanted. He would be so enraptured and the thought of knowing that the Fae could kill him in a heartbeat makes him so.fucking.hard and he just wants to see those pretty wings shimmer underneath his touch as he makes it feel good.

Mandalorian would, and this is just a hunch, go for the Hybrid Vampire/Werewolf and I only say this because you could be blindfolded and your other senses would be so heightened that he can actually keep you blindfolded around the ship and would know that you wouldn't be hurt. Also, your hunting skills would be through the fucking roof because of said heightened senses and you'd do a great fucking job protecting Grogu so he's actually already kind of in love with you but he keeps it to himself because he doesn't want you to think that he's trying to control you but eventually, he does tell you and you tell him that it's good he finally said it because you kind of already chose him as your mate and it would have been awkward if the feelings weren't mutual.

Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels would probably go for a Centaur. He's a cowboy for fuck's sake. (I'm so sorry but I am laughing so fucking hard over this because he'd take yeehaw to a whole other level you know...truth is, I don't know who Jack would go for hence me making this joke...any thoughts anyone?) Or maybe he'd go for the Satyr because you're different and you're actually very very shy and he wants to show you how much he loves you and he wants you to be more assertive and it would take a long time but he'd get there. Also, sex is fun with you because different anatomy and he loves a challenge.

Javier Pena would want to corrupt an Angel. It would be a game at first but then he sees how kind and sweet and perfect they are and he'd honest to God fall for them. Also, he'll never say this out loud, but when the wings flutter around him as he fucks into them, god. It's divine.

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales would love to be on the good side of a Shapeshifter but then it quickly turns into more because they kind of know when to turn into what animal to comfort him (PTSD) and he realizes that his emotions run deep deep and I just picture him snuggling with a cat or something you know.

Comandante Veracruz would for sure, 100%, go for the Demon. They're as shameless and uncaring about others as he is and it's perfection itself because he doesn't need to hide anymore or pretend to care when he really doesn't give a shit.

Marcus Moreno would be drawn to a Dragon because besides the strength, the danger, the beauty, and the marvelous personality, his daughter loves everything dragons and you have been so patient with her and showed her what you like to hoard because very dragon hoards things and seeing you interacting with his kid seals the deal. Sex is great btw because your skin shimmers like scales whenever he makes you cum and he doesn't get tired of it.

Ezra would go for the Nymph I think. They're fascinating peaceful creatures that can be really helpful when they're asked nicely and he'd get to fall in love with nature along with this nymph and I mean...forest sex. Come on. Please.

Maxwell Lord would go for the Djinn. They'd grant him all his heart's desires and he'd be wrapped around their finger because he can get anything and everything he wants and all the Djinn wants is to get fucked real good by him.

Dave York would fall head over heels in love with a Vampire...if he does that sort of thing. Because let's face it, they're as dark and strong as him and he doesn't have to tone down his more aggressive tastes with a Vampire. I know not many find this interesting but when it comes to Vampire fanfiction, there's something about swapping blood that screams intimacy and lust.

Max Phillips would be so fascinated by Werewolves. His kind and their kind are not meant to mix you know and it's taboo and no one ever crossed that line but you're so fucking gorgeous and strong and always thirsty for more and he knows for a fact that no one would ever compare.

Again, yall, let me hear your opinions on these??? Because your comments always tend to full-on oneshots so hey...bother me with your thots.

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who would make the first move move on neighbor?? of course, carol, by sitting in ur lap. somehow you all end up at a dinner together (maybe it was a surprise seeing them there, who knows),, you end up between dave and carol. maybe bc he got up and “didn’t want to make you keep moving” when he got up. he laughs at something funny you said and ends up with his hand on your knee,, and ofc, you kinda like “sir,,, sire,,, hmm???”, esp as it makes its way up to your thigh,,, you look at carol super nervous like “the confusion,,, inner conflict i feel,,” only to find that - oh, oh dear, carol is most //definitely// aware of where his hand is and gives you a sweet smile with a wink as her own hand slips down to rest on your other thigh. ma’am I’m having ,,, so many thots,,, so many scenarios in my head about the yorks

- buff bread bb

YES Y E S I FEEL THE WHORE ENERGY IN THE AIR AND I LOVE IT

Shall I suggest.

You tell your problems to a close friend. How horrible you feel for falling for not only ONE neighbor but her HUSBAND TOO!!! you feel like complete shit ajd she suggest getting back into the dating game while claiming she knows "the perfect guy for you." With enough pressuring you give in.

You tell Carol and dave about the date while the girls are doing homework and they both suddenly share a look.

"Oh. That's great!" Carol's voice seems a big strained and higher than usual. "Right dave?"

"Yeah of course!" He smiles and pats your knee. "Were really happy for you. You deserve more than sipping wine with a boring couple like us."

You laugh and shake your head. "You two arent getting rid of me that easily."

They feel relieved at that.

Maybe carol helps you pick out your outfit the night of and she nearly loses her composure as seeing the dress you slip on when you ask "how do I look?" With a little turn-around. Maybe shes a bit mopey and checking her phone throughout the night because

"Blind dates can end poorly dave, she doesnt even know him."

Maybe dave has already done his own research into the guy. A background check, look into his previous jobs and a quick search through his social media. A nice guy with a good job and a love of hiking. You didnt like hiking much. But maybe you could for this guy.

After all, you weren't theirs.

They spend their night enjoying one anothers company with sweet kisses and a nice home cooked meal. After the girls are tucked into bed, the kisses turns heavy and full of muffled moans until Carol's phone goes off with a shrill ring.

"You need to change that damn ringtone its killing me."

She ignores her husband melldramatics and snatches the device as soon as she sees your name on the screen.

She was ashamed at how happy she was when she heard the disappointment in your voice.

"Date was a total bust."

Both Carol and dave insist you come right over for wine and tell them all about it.

Maybe the wine leads to more. You get a little loose lipped and perhaps share your guilty feelings for them, which is why you went on the stupid date to begin with. You're so embarassed that you just blurted that out OUTLOUD to them both. You get up while stuttering an apology and moving for the door when dave gets up and kisses you.

The next morning the girls remark with excitement when they see you joining them for breakfast because you had a sleep over with their mom and dad.

Yall got me feeling some type of WAY TONIGHT OMLL LETS GOOOO

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