#marcus pike x dave york

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Playdate - Chapter Eight

IMPORTANT NOTE: I'm posting both chapters 7 and 8 today so just make sure you didn't actually miss 7 or this one might not make much sense, lol. Also I'd recommend having chapter 7 fresh in your mind when you read this one. This chapter serves as an 'interlude' chapter that occurs before/during/after Chapter 7 but is told from Dave and Marcus' POV's (not Reader's). One final note, a page break/divider indicates a shift of POV to another character, but hopefully that comes across easily enough in the writing anyway.

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pairing: Marcus Pike x f! Reader x Dave York

Word Count: 5.1k

Notes: Who gave me the right to put all this ANGST in my PORN story? dw, I have a couple more chapters planned out, I'll fix this mess I've created eventually :P

Chapter Warnings (BIG TIME spoilers in the warnings... I'd recommend skipping them if you don't want to be spoiled. If you're at this point in this story, you're fine with whatever I have left to throw at you lol): 18+ MDNI. M/M (Yeah that's right. Reader who? Sorry babe, I'll make it up to you next time!). Oral sex. Hand jobs. Anal play. A shower stall is our 3rd main character in this chapter. Inexperienced!Marcus. Dom!Dave. Daddy Kink. Derogatory talk. Praise kink. Little sprinkling of Soft!Dave. Porn with too many feelings that these idiot men don't know what to do with (we'll work on them, ok?). Infidelity-ish (again, these three got some shit to work out).

MASSIVE thank you for @janaispunk for beta'ing and being my sounding board.

Page dividers by the generous and talented @saradika-graphics

When restfulness fails to come for Dave he eventually decides to pull himself away from the two sleeping forms next to him in the bed and head off to the shower instead. He could use a thorough washing, and not to mention the relaxing spray and solace of the shower may just offer him a bit of a chance to clear his head, hopefully.

Letting out a heavy sigh once he reaches the bathroom near the front entryway of the suite he shrugs off the oversized fluffy hotel robe and hangs it on the back of the door before closing it shut, reaching inside the shower stall and turning the temperature up to near scalding. He hisses the moment he steps inside the large enclosure, immediately turning his back to the water and facing the door instead but within a few seconds the temperature starts to feel perfect and he rolls his shoulders and aching muscles under the steady beat of the massaging spray.

“Fuck” he groans, head tilting back to let the water wash over his face and through his hair. In hindsight he maybe should’ve had a cold shower because he’s been rocking a semi for the last… god knows… since not long after his two bedmates had fallen asleep. He resists the urge to wrap his fist around himself and take care of it solo, thinking he can will it away with sheer mental focus instead. As if he could focus on much of anything right now. His mind was scrambled, and that just wasn’t Dave. He had an innate ability to compartmentalize, always had. It’s what made him so good at his job and had gotten him through many obstacles in his life thus far. But then he met fucking Marcus Pike, which ultimately, also led him to you, and now here he was playing fucking house with what was meant to be a one or two time fun “hookup” and goddamit if he didn’t feel himself starting to fall. What’s worse is that he hadn’t just fallen for you, either. Annoyed with himself yet again for not being able to shut his brain off, Dave turns around to face the spray again and gets to the task of washing his hair instead, needing something else to focus on besides the insistent need that’s hanging between his legs.

The quiet ‘snick’ of the bathroom door latching shut catches Dave’s attention, even with his head under the hot spray of the water in the oversized walk-in shower, because of course it does. Dave is always super aware and hyper vigilant, even when in a relaxed environment. His eyes squeezed shut as he rinses the shampoo from his hair and back turned to the door he calls out, “it’ll be all yours in a minute, almost done here”

So when he hears the sound of the glass door sliding open and the cool air hitting his back, despite his offer to give up the shower momentarily, he chuckles. A low, raspy laugh from deep in his throat as he pushes his hair back on his head and finally turns around, his eyebrow raising in amusement as his gaze settles on his unexpected visitor standing just outside the shower door.

“Well, what have we here?”

Marcus doesn’t say a word. Too nervous he’ll psyche himself out if he attempts to speak. Instead he unwraps the towel from around his waist, leaving him fully naked and exposed, and tosses it to the ground behind him before stepping inside the enclosure and sliding the glass door shut behind him.

Dave waits, stock still, because he hadn’t been expecting this. Not that he should be too surprised, he supposed. It was probably bound to happen and truth be told he was far from mad about it. Over time he’d grown to care for Marcus a lot, and more than what he knew was realistic for a ‘friendship’. And with the fondness for Marcus growing so did the sexual tension, he supposed. It wasn’t immediate, as he had felt with you, but as he spent more and more time with both of you Marcus had unknowingly carved out a spot for himself under Dave’s skin, just as you had on that very first night he’d met you. It started out slowly, he would feel his own arousal spike watching Marcus get pleasure but he had chalked that up to being natural, not unlike getting off to watching porn. But then it started to change, and Dave began to wonder what it might be like for him to give Marcus that pleasure and earlier this evening he gave in and did exactly that. Holding his hands around Marcus as the younger man submitted to him and came with Dave’s mouth at his ear nearly had Dave spilling inside of you the moment Marcus let go. He loved hearing the sweet cries from Marcus’ perfect pouty lips as Dave held him tight to his naked chest. And the way you looked up at both of them, pure lust and adoration in your gaze he felt his chest constrict around his heart like it might just explode.

In that moment he wanted to just gather you both in his arms and tell you, beg you, to keep him.

And now, here Marcus stood just inches away from him, naked and vulnerable.

Dave was well and truly fucked.

Swallowing the thick lump in his throat from his nerves, Marcus carefully, slowly and wordlessly sinks to his knees in front of Dave and pauses. Peering up at him with those honeyed brown eyes, silently begging for whatever had come over him to be reciprocated. He’d woken up when he felt the weight under the mattress shift when Dave had gotten up and watched with more focus than what was probably considered appropriate at the back side of Dave’s naked form as he crossed the room and snagged a robe from the back of the door and threw it on. Marcus had to stifle a groan as he felt his cock instantly begin to swell at just the sight of the slightly older man before him. Once he exited the bedroom Marcus let out a sigh and dropped his head back to the pillow with a heavy thud, closing his eyes and focusing his breathing for a few seconds but still, his dick betrayed him. He rolled over to his side and watched your sleeping form, debating whether he should wake you to help him with his little situation or not but quickly dismissed the notion. He knew you must be exhausted, it wasn’t like you to be sleeping in the middle of the day so clearly you were worn out. Plus he’s pretty sure the actual reason for his current state of arousal just walked out the bedroom door anyway.

He lays in bed for as long as he can stand it, until he hears the shower come to life on the other side of the suite and his cock twitches again involuntarily, his mind conjuring up images of Dave naked and letting the hot spray of the water cascade all over his body and suddenly Marcus feels jealous over a fucking shower head of all things. Before long he finds himself getting up and out of bed, quickly tying a discarded towel around his waist before he leaves the bedroom and makes his way through the suite.

A grin spreads across Dave’s lips as the hot water continues to beat down his back and he reaches a hand forward, gripping the younger man’s jaw in his hand and angling him further upward as his thumb gently caresses back and forth at his cheek as he rasps out, “Well what are you waiting for, Champ? This cock isn’t going to suck itself”

After taking in a quick deep breath to steel his nerves, Marcus, ever obedient, presses forward. His eyes close as he takes Dave’s semi-hard length into his mouth, his lips wrapping around him as he finds his footing, as it were, never having actually done this before.

“Eyes on me Slugger” Dave tuts, hand going underneath Marcus’ chin and forcing his gaze upwards with the flick of a single knuckle. Marcus’ gaze is weak as he tries desperately to hold Dave’s but when he feels Dave begin to grow and swell against his tongue he gets a newfound confidence and can’t help the low moan that leaves his throat as he envelops him further into his mouth and finally begins to move his tongue and lips around him, licking and sucking and tasting every inch offered to him. He may not know exactly what he’s doing, but he does know what feels good to him and tries his best to mimic those same behaviors.

He pulls off for just a moment, collecting saliva in the back of his throat and messily spitting onto Dave’s length before he wraps his mouth around it again and begins to bob his head back and forth, letting his tongue drag along the underside as he swallows him down the best he can, easing off only slightly when the thick head of him nears too far to the back of his throat and causes him to momentarily gag before he resituates himself to a comfortable feel and can enthusiastically continue.

“Fuck, that’s it. Good boy,” Dave sighs, hand pushing through Marcus’ golden brown locks and a little whimper escapes Marcus at the subtle praise, eyelids fluttering shut for only a moment before he remembers Dave’s words from earlier and opens them again to hold Dave’s gaze. “You suck cock almost as good as your wife, you know that pretty boy?” Dave teases and despite himself, it only turns Marcus further on. He takes one hand and wraps it around the base of Dave’s cock to pump as much as his shaft that won’t fit in his mouth while the other hand goes to his own aching need as he begins stroking himself to the same pace that his head bobs.

“Fuck” Dave curses again, a little breathless this time as his head tilts back into the spray of water. He wraps his hand around the back of Marcus’ head and helps him by setting the pace that he wants, fast and rough and nearly hitting the back of Marcus’ throat each time his hips jut forward. Marcus does his best to take him but before long he’s coughing, sputtering, gagging and gasping for breath as he pulls off of him after just a few short seconds of Dave fucking his throat, a long strand of saliva still connecting him to the now rock hard cock in his face and Dave lets out a little chuckle at Marcus’ obvious inexperience.

“Well, maybe you could learn a thing or two” Dave laughs. “Up,” he commands suddenly, hand gripping under Marcus’ bicep and hauling him quickly to his feet. Marcus goes willingly, all too eager to comply as Dave turns him to face the wall, grabs both of his hands and forces them above his head and flat against the warm tiles. Dave quickly crowds his space, stepping up behind him, the hot, hard length of him pressed right up against Marcus’ lower back.

His breathing laboured, Marcus tenses momentarily but then relaxes as he feels a large wet hand slide down his side, across the smooth skin of his hip and lower still until it ghosts over the globes of his ass and then back up to hold firmly at his hip again as Dave leans forward, breath hot against Marcus’ ear.

“Colour?” He asks and Marcus takes a steadying breath.

“Green. Uh… green. I - I think” he stammers out nervously. Dave hums before his hand snakes forward to grasp around Marcus’ hard, leaking cock and gives it a light squeeze that has Marcus whimpering.

“I’d say you’re doing just fine” Dave taunts before he languidly strokes Marcus a few times, causing his knees to nearly buckle as a desperate whine escapes his lips.

“I’m uh.. I’ve never.. with…” Marcus trails off, his eyes squeezing shut when Dave gently ruts into his back, his hand still slowly stroking him. “H-Have you?”

“When you’re young and in your prime and stuck in the service for twelve plus months at a time, a warm mouth is a warm mouth” Dave shrugs nonchalantly. “But it’s not something I indulged in often, or ever pursued outside of that environment” he adds, still slowly working Marcus over with shallow pumps of his fist. “Truth be told I’ve never looked at or even thought twice about another man. That is, until you”. He finishes the last part quietly, like it's a secret he can’t voice out loud.

“S-same here” Marcus stutters, eyes squeezed shut as he focuses on his breathing, hoping to stave off his orgasm for at least a little while longer. “Did you ever, ah fuck” Marcus groans, trailing off as his train of thought leaves him when Daves hand comes up to pay special attention to the head of his cock, his hand twisting just right over and over again at the sensitive tip.

“Did I ever what? Hmmm?” Dave taunts, hand stilling around Marcus as he lowers his hips slightly and presses further against him, his stiff length now pressing into the meat of Marcus’ asscheek. “Did I ever fuck a man’s tight little asshole?” He asks into the shell of Marcus’ ear and Marcus shudders before biting back a moan and nodding his head.

“No” Dave answers honestly. “Why, did you want to be the first?” He chuckles, rutting into him and Marcus lets out a stuttering gasp before shaking his head against the tiles.

“I don’t think… I’m not… No. I… I don’t know” Marcus answers helplessly, his shoulders tensing.

“Relax baby, relax” Dave soothes, pulling his hips back slightly but resting his forehead on Marcus’ shoulder. “You don’t have to be ready for that right now. And to be honest, if my cock is going to be in your ass then I want yours inside your wife so I can fuck you both at the same time” he chuckles darkly into the heated skin of Marcus’ back and a shiver passes through Marcus’ whole body at just the thought of that.

“Oh you like that don’t you” Dave laughs again. Feeling Marcus twitch in his hand gets Dave’s dominant confidence swelling in his chest again and he easily slips into the role he prefers to play, where he feels the most comfortable and less vulnerable.

“Wanna be the meat in our little fuck sandwich, sweet boy?” Dave taunts, his hand going back to slowly stroking Marcus again. “You gonna fuck your tight little ass against my fat cock while you’re buried inside of her?”

“Jesus, fuck” Marcus groans. He’d never once judged his wife for what she was into, but now he understood it first hand. The way Dave could have you falling apart just by the words that leave his mouth.

“Maybe a little friendly competition, see who can cum inside of who first” he laughs darkly and Marcus’ whole body shudders as a wrecked moan escapes him.

Dave hands picks up the pace a little as Marcus squeezes his eyes shut, face resting against his own forearm and teeth clenched as Dave draws him closer and closer to that edge he’s been teetering on since he sunk to his knees in front of the man in question just minutes ago.

He didn’t know what came over him, what possessed him to get out of bed and follow after Dave, but he couldn’t get what happened earlier out of his head. The way Dave had wrapped his hand around his throat, called him his good boy, and made him cum so hard his vision nearly blacked out. He needed more. Dave was like a drug, he understood it now. An addiction, a craving that could never be satisfied, always leaving you wanting more.

His breath catches in his throat when he feels Dave’s free hand that’s not currently wrapped around him back at his ass, a single finger sliding through the cleft of his wet cheeks until it stops to tease at his hole. The pad of his finger presses at the puckered flesh but doesn’t breach inside, just wanting to rile Marcus up and it is absolutely working as the younger man whimpers and squirms under Dave’s hands. Dave shifts slightly so that the water beats down more so on Marcus, ensuring he’s not dry as Dave continues to tease him.

“Colour” Dave demands again, finger pressing in again with just a fraction more pressure than the previous time.

“Green, fuck. Please” Marcus is trembling, his body leaning against the wall the only thing holding him upright and he feels the smirk reach across Dave’s face from where his mouth is still pressed to his ear.

“That’s my good boy” Dave chuckles. The sound of Dave spitting a giant glob of saliva between Marcus’ cheeks is downright sinful as it echoes off the four walls of the shower enclosure and Marcus has to bite into the meat of his own arm to keep from moaning too loudly when Dave finally pushes a single saliva slicked finger just inside as he continues to stroke Marcus’ length with delicate precision.

“Oh my god, oh fuck! I’m - ” Marcus cries out at the welcomed intrusion of Dave’s finger, barely inside but slowly moving back and forth creating just enough of a foreign pressure that it’s enough to push Marcus over that edge within seconds. He orgasms with a wrangled cry leaving his lips, spurts of his warm spend splattering onto the tiles in front of him and down Dave’s hand that still loosely grips him as he continues to pump him dry.

“That’s it” Dave’s voice soothes against his ear, still gently working him over with both hands as Marcus comes down from his high. “So good for your Daddy, hmmm?”

“Mmmhmmm, fuck” Marcus groans out once more, leaning heavily into the tiles now, shoulders and chest heaving with each laboured breath he takes. He lets out another whimper as Dave gently slips his finger out, sighs happily when he feels Dave’s lips press into his shoulder blade.

“Okay?” Dave breathes against Marcus' warm flesh, checking in with him and the younger man can do little but eagerly nod his head, still trembling in the aftershocks of his orgasm. Dave’s hand still wrapped around Marcus’ length finally slows to a stop and he releases him fully, both arms coming up to wrap around Marcus’ middle and hold him tight against his chest for a long moment and Marcus sighs happily, sated, leaning into the warmth Dave offers. He does his best to ignore the little flutter he feels in his chest as Dave's lips continue to pepper little kisses across the back of his neck and shoulders, wills his own heart to stop hammering in his chest when Dave breathes in deep and then rests his check against Marcus' back, apparently content to just hold him until his own breathing evens out.

“What um… what about you?” Marcus asks meekly. He hadn’t exactly gotten to finish what he’d started earlier once the attention shifted to him and his own pleasure. He can still feel Dave pressed into his back, though with the delay for his own gratification Dave has softened somewhat again, his needs seemingly less urgent now.

“Let me finish getting cleaned up in here and then why don’t we meet back in bed, hmm?” He finishes his thought with a sharp little smack to Marcus’ ass and chuckles before he bites down gently onto his shoulder. “See if you can wake up that wife of yours while you’re at it”

“Yeah, o-okay” Marcus stammers, stealing himself for a moment before he heaves a deep sigh, lets his shoulders relax and finally reaches for the shower door and slides it open. Dave lets him go, watches with piqued interest as Marcus bends over to pick up his earlier discarded towel and secure it back around his waist again, and then, he’s gone. Door closing shut behind him again and leaving Dave to finish his shower in privacy.

Dave is doing his best to act nonchalant, normal, though nothing about what just took place was normal for either of them. He’d never held another man in an embrace like that before and found himself not even wanting to let go. It took everything in him not to spin Marcus around and hold him even closer. And it wasn’t just sexual, this feeling he suddenly had. Though that part was definitely good too, but now he felt himself feeling suddenly nervous about going back out there, like he was completely transparent and the two of you would see through him immediately. He dreads the day, and he has a feeling it’s coming soon, that the two of you extract yourselves from his life. He knows the texts and visits will become fewer and farther between until suddenly he stops hearing from you all together and he’ll go back to his life before the two of you were in it, wishing he’d never gone along with it in the first place because then he wouldn’t be in the fucking predicament he found himself in now.

He should put a stop to this himself before that happens, he thinks. Like a bandaid, just rip it off and the pain will dissipate before he even notices it’s there, right? He can fake a work emergency, or say somethings come up with his children and he needs to cut this weekend short. You’ll both understand, of course you will. Maybe even be secretly relieved that you can spend the rest of your time here together with just the two of you.

He’s doing everyone a favour, he thinks.

Mind made up, he takes a little extra time than necessary in the shower, turning the temperature way down to hopefully rid him of what’s left of his hard-on and finishes cleaning himself off, being sure to scrub every inch of his body to wash away any lingering traces of this weekend from his skin, hopefully soon enough from his memory. He takes the removable shower hose off the fixture as well and sprays down the tiles where Marcus’ cum still lingers, watching it wash down the drain past his feet and then hangs the shower head back up and finally turns the taps off and steps out.

Speech fully prepared in his head, what he didn’t expect was to walk back into the bedroom to see you with a very worried expression on your face and for a moment, he feels his heart literally fall into his stomach. Did Marcus just confess what happened and you’re so enraged you’re about to throw him out on his ass? Throw your husband out too? Likely not the latter, he thinks. If anything it’s probably further cementing the fact that the two of you need Dave out of your lives, he’s only going to cause problems in what is a beautiful, perfect marriage.

“You have to go?!” He hears you say and oh. So Marcus is leaving? He asks what’s going on and then just hangs back after Marcus responds to him but then focuses his attention back to you, Dave idly listening to the conversation in the background as your husband continues to apologize to you about an apparent “work emergency” that’s come up.

Dave was already set in his decision to leave, but with Marcus going he knows he really, really needs to leave. Being alone with you might just kill him, and he doesn’t deserve a death that blissful, he reasons with himself.

Not long after saying an endearing goodbye to you, Marcus brushes past Dave with a vague ‘see ya later’ and just like that, he’s gone and Dave is left alone with the person currently possessing the other half of his traitorous heart. The heart that wasn’t supposed to fall for either of these two people who already belonged to each other, let alone apparently falling for both of them.

Marcus is in the cab, half way back to his own house where he most certainly does not have any type of work emergency waiting for him, when he starts an inner battle with himself about just what in the fuck he is doing. Should he have left? Should he turn around right now and go back and stop being a fucking coward? What the hell was he supposed to do?

He felt so fucking guilty the moment his orgasm ripped through him like a freight train with Dave’s hands on him and you nowhere in sight that he just couldn’t get out of that hotel room fast enough. He had cheated on you, in his mind. What’s worse is that it wasn’t even all sexual, though that is how it started and how he pursued it but his feelings for Dave were beginning to get overwhelming and he thought maybe if he just ‘got it out of his system’ he could forget about it and move on, but then Dave had to go and fucking hold him afterwards and asked him back to bed and his throat just plummeted into his stomach. How could he just walk out of that bathroom and pretend that never happened? Is that what Dave wanted? Or did Dave want you to know exactly what happened? How would you react? Marcus didn’t even have his own feelings about the whole thing sorted out, he couldn’t expect you to understand. He crossed a line, that much he knew.

Ultimately he decided to let the cab driver continue to their destination. He was already well on his way home anyway, might as well keep going. He’d fix himself some dinner, maybe a drink and just have some time alone to sort out his thoughts before he joins you back at the hotel. He briefly wonders if Dave will still be there when he gets back. If he is, maybe it would be a good time for the three of you to have a conversation, one that’s surely long overdue. Marcus hopes he doesn’t have to speak first. What if he voices what he thinks he’s truly feeling and you all look at him like he’s grown a second head?

He’s equally worried at both ends. He’s worried that Dave, despite the tender moments he is occasionally capable of showing, might laugh the whole thing off. He signed up to be a fun ‘playmate’ for a couple of weekends here and there, not a more permanent fixture in an already existing and functioning marriage. And you… what would you even think? Sure Marcus knows you’ve warmed to Dave over the months during your encounters but you’d never discussed with Marcus that you’d felt anything for the man in question outside of sexual desire. Not to mention what would you think of him if he asked you to have another man be an active participant in your relationship? The last thing he wants is you feeling like you’re not enough for him or that something is missing from your marriage.

It would kill him if this drove any kind of rift between the two of you. No, he needs to shut up and keep whatever is in his head and his heart to himself and hope things sort themselves out. He’ll start to distance himself (and hopefully you both) from Dave and you can go back to your lives. He cares about Dave, far more than what he knows is appropriate, but he can’t lose you. He won’t.

Marcus finishes his dinner, accompanied by a rich glass of wine, and waits a while, letting his food settle and his mind attempt to find peace within the waging war that are his thoughts still battling on inside his head. A few hours since he’d left the hotel pass before he finally heads back outside to his car and types the address of the hotel into his GPS.

Dave York is a bad man. He knows it the moment he reaches the penthouse floor again, not even thirty minutes since he left it, and lifts his fist to knock at the hotel room door. He'd had every intention of getting into his car and leaving this place. Just one drink first, he'd reasoned with himself, then he'd leave.

He knew shouldn’t be here at your door now. Not without Marcus. Though, he supposes he shouldn’t have been in the shower with Marcus without you, either. Marcus knows it, clearly. It’s the only explanation for why he high-tailed it out of there with some half-assed lie of an excuse of having a work emergency on a Saturday night. Dave saw right through it of course but didn’t voice his concern, he certainly wouldn’t do that in front of you. He wouldn’t wedge himself further into the complications of your marriage than he already was.

He’s really fucked this up. But he knows, even before you pull open that door, that tonight is his last chance. The last time he’ll allow himself to see you before he forces himself to go back to his old life so you can have yours back with your husband. And if he was a better man, he would’ve just left earlier when he said he was going to and not come to see you one last time, knowing full well what he was doing and feeling and how it might affect you. How it might affect Marcus, and moreover how it might affect your relationship with Marcus.

But Dave York was not a better man. Not a good man.

Dave York was a bad, bad man.

"Hi" you breathe out the moment the door swings open and lands on him leaning against the frame on the other side.

"Hi"

Marcus lets himself into the hotel suite, quietly and carefully making his way through the rooms that are bathed in darkness, only slivers of moonlight peaking through where the curtains aren’t fully shut. Pushing open the double doors to the bedroom he frowns but is otherwise not surprised to find you sleeping alone in the bed that now seems comically oversized for just your body alone, especially given how crowded it was only hours earlier.

He glances around the room, pulling out his phone and turning on the flashlight, making sure not to shine it on you so as to not wake you up. He tilts it around the room, looking everywhere but there's no sign of Dave. His belongings seem to be gone, his duffel bag no longer occupying the corner of the bedroom where it was before. Marcus had walked through the living room to get to the bedroom so he knows he wasn’t asleep on the couch either.

Dave was gone.

Clicking off the flashlight and before he can talk himself out of doing so, Marcus taps on the Messages icon on his screen, wanting to send a quick text to your group chat, just to ensure wherever Dave was, everything was OK.

Once again Marcus gets that all too familiar feeling of his throat falling into the pit of his stomach when he reads the tiny grayed out letters that greet him at the bottom of your conversation.

Dave York has left the group.

Dun Dun Dunnnnnn! I am so sorry, but believe it or not this was my plan for this series all along from the moment you guys lovingly bullied me into turning my one-shot into a series, lol. Fear not though, we haven't seen the last of our dear Dave. He's just a bit of an idiot, and is going to continue to be one for a little while, but have faith in me.

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Kinktober 2023 - October 7th

Day 7: Anonymous Sex, Nonconsensual, Somnophilia

Marcus Pike x Dave York

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 862

Warnings: anal sex, rimming, anonymous sex

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He’d met the man less than an hour ago and now they were tearing off each other’s clothes in a seedy motel. This wasn’t how Marcus had seen his evening going after finding out his case had been given to another agent, but it was better than getting drunk and feeling sorry for himself. Now he was hissing and panting and begging a stranger to fuck him.

The other man hadn't even told him his name, but Marcus hadn't given his either, and it didn't matter. Right now, all he cared about was the thrill. It had been a while since he'd been with another man, and the dildo he kept in his nightstand did well enough, it wasn't the same as having a warm cock in him.

"You done this before?" The stranger growled out, his pupils blown, making his dark brown eyes look almost black.

"Yes." Marcus moaned into the other man's mouth as their lips clumsily met. It wasn't a total lie. He'd been with men, but never like this. Never without some romance or at least prior acquaintance. 

"Good. On the bed. Face down, ass up." The other man commanded, and Marcus almost tripped over his feet to obey. 

Positioning himself on the bed, Marcus could feel the other man grip his ass cheeks roughly before spreading them open to reveal his waiting entrance. There was no warning or hesitation as the other man flicked his tongue at Marcus' hole. His breath caught in his throat as the stranger began to methodically lick, suck and utterly ravish Marcus' ass. Tongue and fingers were used interchangeably to steadily work Marcus open and ready for the other man's cock.

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Dave allowed himself a grin at the noises he was pulling from the man on the bed before him. He’d met the younger man at a bar in Austin while on the way back from a job, and there was something about this delicious boy that screamed ‘fuck me’. Who was Dave to say no?

Pulling back from rimming the younger man, Dave took a moment to enjoy the long, loud whine and needy little wiggle of the other man's hips. 

"Stay still." Dave ordered with a gentle slap on the ass. With another needy whimper, the younger man stilled. 

Quickly grabbing some lube and rolling on a condom, Dave lined himself up with the twitching entrance of his anonymous lover. Pausing long enough to earn another whine and a glance over the shoulder at him. Taking hold of the man's hips, Dave began to slowly push in, marveling at the warmth that gripped him as he watched his cock disappear into the other man.

Once he was buried to the hilt, Dave began to slowly pull back before snapping his hips forward. Plunging himself into the younger man, Dave reached forward to take a handful of hair as he found his rhythm. Rolling his hips, Dave enjoyed the feeling of his balls swinging as he fucked his new conquest.

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Marcus could barely catch his breath as the stranger pounded into him. It was fast and rough, deep and merciless, and exactly what Marcus needed. With each thrust, the heat building in him grew until it was a fire that only the other man could tame.

Whines and pleading words fell from his lips. Things he'd never thought he'd say tumbled out as the stranger jackhammered into him. His cock swung with every jolt, flicking precum onto the bedding below him. His head swam as the desire overtook all his senses. With each slap of skin against skin, each time the stranger's hips stuck his ass, each time that cock found his prostate a little more of Agent Pike fell away until only Marcus remained.

He could feel his body beginning to tremble, and he could feel the stranger's pace begin to falter. A hand found his cock, pumping it roughly in time with the thrusts. And he felt as the stranger shuddered, a gruff low grunt, signaling his own finish. But he kept pumping. 

Marcus followed soon after. Arching his back, and spilling himself onto the bed as the coiling tension inside him finally snapped. He could feel his knees buckling and the stranger pulling out to roll him over.

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Looking over the fucked out younger man lying dazed on the bed before him, Dave felt a swell of pride. He still had it.

While the other man seemed content to lay boneless on the sticky sheets, Dave busied himself with cleaning up. They were both glistening with sweat but Dave had no intention to stay any longer than he needed to. This wasn't about romance or anything so soft. This had been about a need, and that need had been met. 

Cleaning himself quickly in the sink, Dave started to dress as the other man finally started to come out of his cock drunk stupor. 

"Thanks for the fuck." Dave nodded to him, pulling on the last of his clothes.

"Same." The other man panted out. "Don't suppose I'll ever see you again."

"Probably not." Dave shook his head as he opened the door. "But never say never, right?"

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #marcus pike #dave york #marcus pike x dave york #dave york x marcus pike

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

Intimidation Tactics / The (Not) Question

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!Reader x Dave York

Rating: M (spicy, but no explicit smut)

Word Count: 3.7k

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

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

A/N:

Series Masterlist

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

"No," Marcus answers quickly–suspiciously so.

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

"That could be for anything," Marcus says. 

"You do it when you're nervous."

"No, I don't."

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

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

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

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

"What if they don't like me?" 

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

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

"Starting without me, I see."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh." 

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

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

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

"Yes they do!" Alice shrieks. 

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

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

"Okay," Marcus says immediately.

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

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

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

"It's beautiful," Marcus says agreeably. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello," Marcus answers with a smile. 

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

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

"Daddy?" Molly says quietly from the door.

"Yeah, baby?" 

"The grill is on fire."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I–oh," Marcus says dumbly. "O-Okay."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Stop. Starting. Fires."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go," Dave says definitively. 

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

“Do you need any help?” you ask. 

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

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

“What are you doing, pumpkin?”

“I want a kiss,” you pout. 

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

“Dave,” you sigh.

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

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

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

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

“Not quite yet.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Daddy?”

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

“Can I watch Bluey?” Alice asks.

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

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dave,” you simper. “I’m very good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What can I say? It’s Christmas.”

– – – – – 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You feel like a family.  

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

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

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

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

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

You laugh as you watch Alice bolt for the stairs. 

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

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

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

“This is nice,” you murmur. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They’re wonderful,” Marcus says softly.

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

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

“Need your help with something, first.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You squint in confusion. “It is?”

“Molly,” Dave offers by way of explanation. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I wasn't ready for this….

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[morallyinept]

B O D I E S - A Collection of Pedro Boy & Real Body Reader One Shots - Masterlist

A collection of softly smutty Pedro Boy stories, featuring real bodies and real love... 🧡

Adoration - Joel Miller - Cancer/Masectomy

Reverence - Ezra - Limb Loss

Devotion - Dieter Bravo - Curvy/fuller Body

Homage - Javi Gutierrez - Blindness

Veneration - Frankie Morales - Deafness

Adulation - Marcus Pike - Alopecia

Respect - Dave York - Wheelchair User/MS

Devoutness - Marcus Moreno - Mature 60+

Glorification - Jack Daniels - Pregnancy

Exaltation - Javier Peña - Scarring/Burns

Sanctification - Joel Miller - Vaginismus

Benediction - Frankie Morales - Scoliosis

Acclamation - Marcus Pike - Walking Aid

Piety - Dieter Bravo - Paraplegia

Obeisance - Joel Miller - Fibromyalgia

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Unhinged totally unasked for thots about Riding Pedro Boys

Authors Note: So this came from me chugging entirely too many energy drinks and then projectile vomiting in Taylors inbox. I'd like to warn you that: English isn't my first language, I have never written smut before, I'm not a real writer, and also I'm trash goblin levels of unhinged about this. That being said; Enjoy and uhh. Forgive me Fandom

JAVIER PEÑA

Javier Pena doesn't let you do it.

Don't @ me LISTEN! (YES I STARTED OFF WITH A CONTROVERSIAL THOT FUCKING BITE ME.)

That man does not have the time, or the patience, or the good sense (the sense is at the other end) to let you ride. He needs the control okay? And sometimes it's not even about the control ! It's the frustration. It piles and piles and piles until he snaps. He needs to do. He will bend you over and work his frustration away until he has had enough and you let him because he needs it. (And lets be real he makes it worth your while every single time)

BUT. When he finally fucking retires, and gets a ranch, and breaths air not tinged with the smells of death, cigarettes and guns for the first time in however many years, and maybe drinks some fucking water, he takes you out on a date. He fumbles through the entire thing, panics because he thinks he blew it, still manages to get you home, gets ridden for the first time in like 6 years, and can't walk straight for an entire day and stammers every time someone asks him why.

JAVIER GUTIERREZ

Javi G loves it. He loves watching you. Gets all puppy dog wide eyed (remember the pool scene face??? Thats it.) and you have to really focus because his look of straight up wonder and awe and bright eyed eagerness makes you want to cry. He's panting like he's running a marathon, running his big hands EVERYWHERE he can reach. He makes you feel worshipped and adored and so very very loved. Thanks you after. For being so amazing, and so wonderful to him, and thanks the universe that he found you. Cause he's sap. You definitely cry after.

JOEL MILLER

(Watch me be controversial again) Joel is fucking tired okay? He has old man bones and creaky joints and his back is achy. Patrol was agony, Jesse wouldn't shut up the entire time, and Tommy was giving him shit, and he has no energy to drill anyone into the mattress (as much as we all want him to). He's just plain tired. He likes you on top. Likes it slow (like a roast chicken on a sunday slow). Enjoys the gradual build up, likes to lean back, watch with half open eyes as you take your time. Wants to indulge in something beautiful at the end of the world, and that something is you. He makes sexy grunting noises, mutters a whole lot of praise ~and filth~ and just y'know. Savours it. 🫠🫠🫠 savours you. 🫠

DIETER BRAVO

Dieter is a maniac. (Leave him alone he has adhd!!) He can't still still for the life of him so you best believe he changes positions 6 times and the only way you're getting to ride is if you're also putting some weight elsewhere. To hold him down! You squeeze his neck once and he MELTS. INSTANTLY. Loses all sense. Starts babbling and whimpering and making extremely pathetic noises. Will definitely buck up and whine. PRAISES YOU. BEGGING. LOUD NOISES.

MAX PHILLIPS

Max is a heathen. He just likes watching you bounce. That's it. That's the post :p

MARCUS PIKE

Marcus P is a romantic. He will be doing the whole "lean forward and try to get kisses in between" while also "moaning and maintaining eye contact" and he's holding you so tight , squeezing your sides and also muttering declarations of love. About how he wants a life with you, and a family, and a home, and a future. How he's going to "make you so happy baby, I promise I will, I swear to you". Doesn't let you off for from on top of him for atleast a half hour after; kissing all over your face and rubbing your back and petting your hair "I meant all of it sweetheart. I want all of you." shsbzgwgsvsg ilovehimsomuch and I've only ever seen gifsets of this man what is wrong with me

MARCUS MORENO

Marcus M is A MENACE. He wears his stupid glasses, and has his stupid shirt off, while he does stupid taxes/meeting plans in bed. You keep throwing side glances and getting increasingly wound up and he just has this gentle smirk but he's mostly ignoring you. You sidle up to him and maybe start kissing his jaw, laying gentle pecks down his neck, and he's still fukcungh working "Baby. I need to finish this. I'm sorry, you need to wait." But that smirk is still there and it's driving you crazy and maybe you keep kissing until you reach his *coughs* and then you're working on getting him interested. You can still hear the fucking pen scratching though and so you go deeper, and he raises an eyebrow. "be good now honey" You're settling in his lap and he has you sitting there until he has finished his paperwork with you whimpering and trying not to squirm because you want to be good you really do and you know he'll make it so much better but he feels so good and when he's finally finally done you get to move but you're so wound up you can't pull yourself together enough to find a rhythm and you're nearly in tears and he has to grip your sides and murmur instructions in your ear and help you until you're satisfied and just when you think he's done, and about to flip you over, he adjusts his grip and starts moving from underneath you until you're crying and he's finished ~which doesnt happen until you've come 2 more times~

DAVE YORK

Dave. Oh my gosh Dave. Dave is a strict dom if ever there was one. With him it's a punishment. He'll tell you to hold off until he's done which is freaking impossible with how deep he gets, and how he likes to warm up his hands on your butt while you're trying desperately to hold onto that last thread of control. He is muttering absolute filth, holding your arms behind your back with one hand while the other is either laying smack after smack or rubbing you furiously all the while he's got the smuggest look. "Don't you dare baby. Be a good girl now. Listen and obey for once". But you can't because he's not fair and he knows it. And when you do finally fall apart he's clenching his teeth trying to hold back himself and his hands are holding you up as you gasp his name like it's the only word you know. He's running his hands down your back and kissing you softly and helping you catch your breath and when you finally get your heart to stop pounding and look up at him, he's watching you with this dangerously soft smile and he goes "oh you're in for it now aren't you honey?" and kisses your forehead while you try not to whimper.

FRANKIE MORALES

Frankie is a soft boy. He loves it. Craves it. He loves giving up control. Wants you to tie him up and have your way until he has no thoughts left in that pretty little head. He is swearing like an absolute sailor the entire time, calling you ma'am, begging to be released so he can kiss you and touch you, absolutely nearly breaks the head board once he was so desperate. Wants to be edged but also is the biggest WIMP about it. Will pout and swear and beg and plead but then want you to deny him again. Will definitely be mumbling absolute nonsense once you're done. Needs all the aftercare. Blushes pink when he gets it. Wraps himself around you like a HUGE koala bear after. ~and returns the edging favour 3 times over when he gets in his Captain Francisco Morales Mood~

JACK DANIELS

BONUS TWO I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT and tumblr won't let me put gifs for:

Jack makes every single cowboy joke known to man. You have to put your hand on his mouth to get him to shut the hell up. His eyes get all glassy when you do. He puts his hat on top of your head and busies himself in your neck (dual benefits: A. He shuts up and B. HICKIES) will definitely drag you on top of him in his Bronco (he likes to show off) will pull up on the side of the road almost 70% of the times you drive together. Bites you over your clothes. Loves the way you grab desperately at this leather jacket. Definitely makes you bend over and 'clean up the mess sugar' before driving like the hounds of hell are after him all the way back home and doing it all over again because "we gotta make you a mama now love"

PERO TOVAR

Pero got married after he came back and retired as a sell sword. His wife is a soft but sassy thing who's a little (read: not at all, she returns his snark twice over) intimidated by him but also thinks he's a good man because he saved her village from raiders. She has seen him grumble and snark at but then also share his food with the orphans who works at the village inn. She's inexperienced (let me live my victorian life) and he doesn't really think he deserves her but also he's not so much an idiot to say no to someone like her. She's the village "healer" and he met her when he got stabbed by one of the raiders (arm wound: not serious.) He has to teach her. She gets shy and flustered, which is a total 180 from her sassy self, and Pero loves it. She makes the most amazing sounds that have him thinking that maybe he did something right in his life to end up in her arms. She wants to please her new husband and asks her married friends for advice and they tell her about this new position. So she asks him, stuttering and tripping over words, if she could try something she heard about? From a friend? She straddles him and Pero loses his mind. He's closing his eyes and clenching his jaw so hard and she's whimpering in the most DELICIOUS way and he's trying so hard to hold back and let her take her pace and she's so worried "am I not doing it right?" Pero has to take 3 deep breaths before he's centred enough to answer and then he helps her. Puts his hands on her hips to guide her. Puts one of her hands on his shoulder "steady now pequenita" and puts the other low on her belly and presses in so she can feel him. Loves the way she cries out. Bends forward to leave little marks everywhere he can reach. She's scrambling at his chest, leaving nail marks he loves, and finally grabbing his hair and pulling until he groans. And when they're both done and sated and sweaty he kisses her, looks her in the eye and winks. "I'm going to have to go thank your friend now, mi esposa."

DIN DJARIN

Din and you dont have time. The razor crest is finally in hyperspace, you got shot at for the 50th time in 2 weeks, (because Murphys Law seems to be the only law Mando never breaks), you're exhausted, sweaty, and the giggly green monster of chaos only made you chase him down from the top of a weapons cabinet twice before he finally decided to take a nap. You're frustrated, and in desperate need of a shower, and a nap, but also you can't get the image of Mando fighting out of your head. Before you know it, the hormones have taken over and you're attacking him in the pilot seat. The bucket is off (I refuse to look at my own reflection in the tin cans helmet while we do the do), he's got you arching into him, your shirt is half torn from the top because Din refuses to wait for "so many fucking buttons Meshla" the gloved hand is squeezing the back of your neck, his mouth is on your chest, his other hand (you only managed to get one glove off) is splayed out on your back. You're riding him like you're trying to break him and his thigh holster? thing (do i look like i can figure out what they're called?) is digging marks into your skin but you're too turned on to care. It's frantic, it's messy, you're PRAYING the tiny green menace stays asleep as you do your best to muffle your sounds. The refresher isn't big enough for a round two, (you still do your best), and your legs feel like jelly, when you finally pass out; curled up on top of the human space heater while he hums Mando'a in your ear.

*****

TAGGING: @chronically-ghosted (you are a menace but ily)

@fuckyeahdindjarin (here I go trying that writing thing again, stop me pls)

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[reveluvjay]

in honor of it being Pedro's birthday, here are some reaction pics for when someone says some fuck shit to you!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY POOKIE‼️‼️

(Idk where you'd use the one of Oscar and Pedro fighting but that shit is funny asf)

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[burntheedges]

Pedro Pascal Fandom Bingo Game! 💖

Happy birthday, Pedro! To celebrate, I thought we could all play a fun game of fandom bingo together. 😉🧡🎉 ETA: not just for today! Keep playing as long as you want/need! Bingo is open. ☺️

How to Play

Get bingo: complete and cross off 5 spaces in a row (horizontally, vertically, or diagonally). The middle space (Pedro) is a free space, but you don't have to go through the middle space to get bingo.

How to track it: create a single bingo post on your blog and update it as you go -- include your card with crossed off squares (save and edit the image below) and your list of fics read/reblogged, asks, rec lists, etc., all in one place to share with us! Tag: #PedroPascalFandomBingo

Announce your win: when you get bingo, tag me or send me a message (burntheedges) and I’ll share and add you to the bingo winners list under the cut with a link to your bingo post! First person to get bingo gets fandom bragging rights (and eternal glory) but everyone is a winner!

Get bingo as many times as you’d like! There’s no time limit. Whenever you get bingo I will add you and share your post! Read, comment, reblog, share, send asks! Let’s have some fun! 💖

Check out my bingo fic recs (send me recs! I'll reblog and share!) and our fandom bingo cards -- use the hashtag #PedroPascalFandomBingo or check the #PP bingo cards tag on my blog.

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[fanfictilltheend]

Pedro claims he injured his arm by falling.

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[ghostofaboy]

Kinktober 2023 - October 12th

Day 12: Orgasm Denial/Control, Lingerie, Role Reversal

Marcus Pike x Dave York

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 470

Warnings: Lingerie, masturbation

@absurdthirst Kinktober List | Ghost of a Boy Masterlist

“Come on baby, don’t be shy.” Dave purred, leaning back in his seat and taking a sip from his wine glass. “Let me see you in your new outfit.”

“O-ok.” He could hear Marcus at the top of the stairs. Poor thing sounded so nervous. He was probably trembling too. Dave loved it when Marcus trembled. 

Taking another mouthful of wine, Dave could hear as Marcus made his way down the stairs, his footsteps sounding lighter than they usually did. No shoes. Dave made a mental note to get some shoes to match his outfit. Dave was just wondering whether to get black shoes or ones that matched the color of Marcus’ ensemble as his younger lover stepped into view.

Dave allowed himself a gasp of appreciation as he took in the sight before him. Marcus stood, hiding himself slightly with his thick arms, in a beautiful lace corset with matching panties, suspender belt and stockings. Dave was pleased to see that the deep forest green of the silk worked as well as he thought with Marcus’ complexion. The corset’s boning was black, matching the delicate lace trim, which was mirrored on the panties, belt and stockings.

Marcus shuffled his feet, snapping Dave out of his trace. The younger man’s face was full of uncertainty and it dawned on Dave that Marcus might think Dave had asked him to wear this to mock him. That just wouldn’t do.

“Turn around for me baby.” Dave instructed, smiling as Marcus immediately obeyed. That smile quickly turned to a smirk as Dave got a good look at Marcus’ ass. Apparently, the panties he’d bought Marcus were ‘accidentally’ a little too small. His cock jerked in the confines of his trousers. “You look gorgeous.”

“Really?” Marcus looked at him needily, his cock straining against the silk, his desire to please Dave clear as day.

“I promise.” Dave breathed out, unzipping his trousers to free his hard length to show Marcus just how sexy he found him. “Take those panties off, they look a little tight.”

Finally, Marcus smiled, his whole face lighting up as he slipped the silk underwear down his legs before kicking them to the side. Standing before Dave with his erection standing proudly, Marcus looked a little prouder. In his chair, Dave began to lazily stroke his cock as his eyes roamed over Marcus’ body. 

“Do you like your outfit?” Dave slowly pumped himself, watching as Marcus ran his hands over the corset, running his fingers over his pebbled nipples peeking out over the top of the lingerie. 

“I think so.” Marcus shifted his hips, making his lace-framed cock sway. “I feel… sexy.”

“You are sexy.” Dave purred, motioning to his throbbing erection. “Look at what you do to me. Come on baby, come and ride Daddy in your new outfit.”

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #marcus pike #dave york #marcus pike x dave York #Dave York x Marcus Pike

[whataperfectwasteoftime]

Intimidation Tactics Oneshot: The Bet

Series Masterlist | Masterlist

Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!Reader x Dave York

Rating: E (smut, 18+ only)

Word Count: 3.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dammit,” he mumbles. 

– – – 

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

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

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

That raises suspicion.

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

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

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

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

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

“Count it, pumpkin.” 

“O-One,” you stammer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod around him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Count,” Dave reminds you. 

“Three,” you whisper hoarsely. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit,” Dave hisses. “Fuck, baby.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, you speak. 

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

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

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

– – – – 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“��m not,” you argue. “Marcus–”

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

“I need–” you whine. “I need–”

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

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

“Can I have your cock?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“F-Four,” you whimper. 

“Good,” Marcus praises you. “More.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, you’re just sore because–”

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

“‘Next time?’ I fucking won!”

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

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

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

"Pumpkin," Dave starts, but you interrupt. 

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

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

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

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

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

You blink at him in disbelief. 

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

"With a private luxury bungalow," Dave adds. 

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

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

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

– – – –

Two months later…

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

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

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

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

Marcus was right–this place really is paradise. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[morallyinept]

Every Pedro character and every single line they say.*

Exactly what it says on the tin! A list of every Pedro character and their full dialogue/lines. I'm putting this together, mostly as a writing source.

Sometimes, referring to an original character's dialogue can help when trying to write for them. For example, you can see patterns in their speech, words they favour to use over again etc... So, I hope this proves useful for anyone writing for Pedro's Characters. Or if you just want to simply read the dialogue for fun.

☝🏻This will be updated regularly, and when new characters are added to Pedro's portfolio of works.

*List does not include certain adverts, skits, voiceovers, guest appearances on shows/SNL, or table/script readings.

Please see below for all the Pedro characters in TV, podcasts and film. Translations included.

Enjoy! 🖤

Buy me a Ko-fi ☕️ If you like my work and enjoy what I put out there, you have the option of buying me a Ko-fi, if you'd like to. It's never expected, but always greatly appreciated. 🖤

In alphabetical order:

TV & FILM:

Billy - Iris

Clint - Freaky Tales

David - Window Shopping

David Portillo - Homeland ALL EPISODES

Dave York - The Equalizer 2

Dieter Bravo - The Bubble

Din Djarin - The Mandalorian ALL EPISODES & THE BOOK OF BOBA FETT EPISODES

Ed Indelicato, Detective - Wonder Woman UNAIRED

Eddie The Freshman - Buffy The Vampire Slayer

Ezra - Prospect

Francisco 'Catfish' Morales - Triple Frontier

Frederick Mercer - Charlie's Angels UNAIRED

Goth Guy - Earth vs. The Spider MINIMAL LINES

Greer, Special Agent - L&O SUV

Greg - Undressed

Gregor New - Good vs. Evil

Jack Daniels, Agent Whiskey - Kingsman: The Golden Circle

Jay Castillo - Red Widow ALL EPISODES

Javier Gutierrez - The Unbearable Weight Of Massive Talent

Javier Peña - Narcos ALL EPISODES

Joel Miller - The Last Of Us ALL EPISODES

Juan Badillo, Agent - Graceland ALL EPISODES

Kyle Hartley - CSI

Kyle Wilson - Without A Trace

Liam - Nikita

Lucien Flores - The Univited

Marcus Moreno - We Can Be Heroes

Marcus Pike - The Mentalist ALL EPISODES

Maxwell Lord - Wonder Woman 1984

Max Phillips - Bloodsucking Bastards

Nathan Landry - The Good Wife ALL EPISODES

Nico - House Comes With A Bird

Noah - I Am That Girl

Oberyn Martell - Game Of Thrones ALL EPISODES

Omar Assarian - Lights Out

Ortega, Special Agent - The Sixth Gun UNAIRED

Oscar Castro Varga - Exposed UNAIRED

Paul, Maître'D - The Adjustment Bureau MINIMAL LINES

Paulino - Sweet Little Lies

Pedro Across The Street - Calls

Pero Tovar - The Great Wall

Pietro Alvarez - If Beale Street Could Talk

Reggie Luckman - L&O Criminal Intent

Ricky Hauk - Touched By An Angel

Santos - Drive Away Dolls TBR

Shane 'Dio' Morrissey - NYPD Blue

Silva - Strange Way Of Life

Steve - Hermanas

The Thief - Casillero Del Diablo Wines ALL COMMERCIALS

Steve - Nurse Jackie

Ted Garcia - Eddington

Tim Rockford, Detective - Merge Mansion ALL COMMERCIALS

Tito Cabassa - L&O

Veracruz, Comandante - Burn Notice: The Fall Of Sam Axe

Zach Goffman - Body Of Proof

Zach Wellison - Brothers & Sisters

PODCASTS:

Dan Landry - Motherhacker

AWAITING CONFIRMATION OF ROLE:

Materialists - Character TBC

Gladiator 2 - Character TBC

☝🏻New characters will be added as and when new projects are released.

If I've missed any, or there is one you would specifically want to see, please let me know. 🖤

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[creedslove]

NEW MASTERLIST ✨

• Masterlist #1 HERE

Since I've reached 100 links in my first Masterlist, I decided to create this one which has other links that can take you to each Pedro boy individual MASTERLIST, containing the series, one shots and drabbles written for these characters.

The link for the headcanon masterlist will be displayed at the end of this post 💞

AGENT WHISKEY 🥃

• HERE

DAVE YORK 🔪

• HERE

JAVIER PEÑA 🚬

• HERE

JOEL MILLER 🍄

• HERE

MARCUS PIKE 🎨

• HERE

HEADCANONS MASTERLIST ✨

• Headcanon Masterlist ONE

• Headcanon Masterlist TWO

• Headcanon Masterlist THREE

DRABBLE MASTERLIST ✨

• Drabble Masterlist HERE

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal masterlist #pedro boys #agent whiskey #dave york #joel miller #javier peña #marcus pike

[daddy-dins-girl]

Playdate - Series Masterlist

Fandoms: The Equalizer 2, The Mentalist Pairing: Marcus Pike x f!Reader x Dave York Status: Ongoing/WIP

Summary: You love Marcus with all your heart and you’re not dissatisfied with him or his efforts in the bedroom, but you always hoped to have a little bit more variety . Though you were initially shocked that he had suggested something like this to begin with, you still jumped at the chance to broaden both your horizons.

Turns out, Dave York was exactly what you both needed.

Warnings: 🔞 18+MDNI. (Very) Explicit rating throughout. F/M/M Threesome, Cuckolding. Individual chapters will have specific warnings.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Chapter 11 - coming soon

Ao3 link

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #dave york fanfiction #marcus pike fanfiction #dave york smut #marcus pike smut #dave york x reader #marcus pike x reader #pedro pascal cinematic universe #pedro pascal characters #ppcu fanfiction #ppcu #marcus pike x dave york x reader