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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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Hey there! Was curious if I could maybe request some headcanons of how each bayverse guy would react to catching his crush or S/O singing along with/dancing to one or more of these songs while doing something domestic, like cooking or folding laundry. -OR- If you don't like any of these songs, maybe some hcs of a song you think would make each one drop whatever he's doing and come running when he hears his crush or S/0 play it. But only if it strikes your fancy and you have the time. As always, love your writing! Thank you!

Wrap Me In Plastic by Chromance

Scream by Besomorph

Drop Dead Beautiful by Britney Spears (ft Sabi)

Of course you can! I'm sorry this took so long (we know I was running around like a chicken with it's head cut off) But! I really enjoyed listening to these and I picked a fourth song that I think fits well with the others for the fourth turtle

Bayverse tmnt x Fem reader, SFW slightly suggestive

tag list: @jackalope-in-a-storm @tmnt-tychou @justalotoffanfiction @nittleboo

as always turtles are 24-25

Donatello (Wrap Me In Plastic)

Donnie heard the song playing over your personal speaker in the garage when he was heading back to his new project on the shell-raiser with a fresh cup of coffee.

intrigued, he wasted no time heading over, leaning against a tool box and just listening along as you moved to the music while taking a break from the engine you were rebuilding.

when the lyrics finally seeped through the caffeine fugue he's battling, he sets the coffee aside, sliding into your space and seamlessly integrating himself into your dance.

Pulling a laugh out of you was his goal, but he soon found himself pulling you closer as the chorus hit, curling into your space to tuck his beak close to your ear, one hand cupping your joined hands to his pectoral scute and the other dangerous low on your back.

needless to say Raph, who was trying to fit a new muffler to his motorcycle, took one look over at the pair of you and hastily beat a silent path out of the garage.

Donnie waited until he heard the bolt in the main door click into place before he tipped you backwards into a steep dip and slanted his mouth over yours.

now it's a staple in the safe garage music playlist, and Donnie never fails to pause his project and come find you when he hears the opening bars.

Raphael (Scream) ....(c'mon there was so much red in that music video)

It wasn't often Raph could catch you singing while cooking, usually you were much too aware of your surroundings to let loose while others were listening

This time though he got lucky, and took adbantage of his ability to blend in to simple watch and listen for a bit, slowly smiling when he realized exactly which song you were singing

he wated until you had moved awat from the oven, stretching upwards to reach a bowl on the top shelf, before he slotted in behind you and slide a large hand across your hip right as you sid the word "scream"

he didn't get a scream, but that was ok, because he was far more interested in tipping your head back and slotting his mouth over yours. there was plenty of other noises he was interested in hearing, after all.

by the time whatever was in the oven got done baking, he'd parked you on a counter and gotten drunk off exploring what your tongue felt like against his. he didn't want to stop to get whatever it was out, it was only our promises to stay 'right there, sweetheart' that finally got him to save the casserole from a burnt end

even weeks later, whenever the song pops up from your playlist, you catch him giving you a lopsided smirk, a silent promise to get you alone soon

Leonardo (Drop Dead Beautiful)

Leo was just trying to get his tea and get back to his book when he heard the opening lines to the song in your lilting voice and froze, eyes searching for you, surprised because he didn't even know you had come down for a visit.

when he found you in the living room, cleaning what looked like Mikey's mess from the previous night while singing, his first thought was to go find his little brother and inflict damage for leaving trash on the floor

but then you turned, and he froze for a completely different reason when you leveled a game controller in his direction and started singing to him.

You got butterflies going crazy in this turtle's chest, almost made him drop his tea, frozen in place as you danced closer and tried to coax him into joining you. He's only gonna agree after making sure no one is paying attention, but eventually he'll put the tea down and take your hand when you openly start pouting at him

Leo might be the pretty boy of his brothers, but he'll never believe any of them could be considered beautiful. He knows enough about you though to know you would never lie to him, especially on this, so really he's just confused, sky, bashful but willing to believe you're singing this song about him. Might even get him to chuckle if you start dropping whenever you get to the part that goes "drop dead- drop dead- dr-drop dead."

It becomes a little secret between the two of you, where you can make his skin turned mottled just by running your hand over his carapace in greeting and dropping the line "what's up, beautiful," in his ear. He absolutely loves it, but the real fun will be saying it in a whisper when his brothers are around. Then, you'll get a contemplative, squinty eyed look. Just be aware he's plotting revenge and it will 100% be in his favor.

Michelangelo (Hush Hush: Don't be Shy)

Mikey would be the one to turn on the music whenever the two of you are cleaning the kitchen, bopping fast through his music until he hits one and clocks the way your hips start shimmying in the corner of his vision. He already knows you love this song, maybe he's secretly hoping to get a show out of putting it on for you.

It's a quick song, but just long enough for you to get into the groove of singing it and moving in a simple dance with the mop, and Mikey shadows your notes, following along while he tosses clean hand towels into the drawer and cheers you on. When it ends he sticks his tongue out at you and you laugh when you realize its looping back around to the beginning once more.

When the pair of you are done cleaning, Mikey wastes no time taking you in his arms, not caring about the still damp floor underneath your feet or the way your singing is breaking up from the giggles. If anything, this is his favorite part.

If his brothers need anything from the fridge they'll have to dance around the pair of you, because Mikey's not letting you go until he gets at least a solid ten minutes of dancing, no please babycakes, just once more, Raph can totally wait to get to the cupboards don't mind him-

totally steals kisses in between spinning you around, smooches, long presses of his mouth against yours, goading "hush hush don't be shy" if you try and pull away before he gets his quota for the dance.

#my writing requests #tmnt bayverse #bayverse leonardo #bayverse raphael #bayverse michelangelo #bayverse donatello #bayverse leo x reader #bayverse raph x reader #bayverse donnie x reader #bayverse mikey x reader #bayverse tmnt fanfiction #tmnt fanfiction

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dandylovesturtles · 3 months

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@theplacewhereidumpmyinterests I can't talk about most of them because they're part of an AU verse I want to keep secret until I have the first fic that's part of it written, and idk when that will be (by summer?? HOPEFULLY??), but I guess I can talk about the other one because idk if/when I will write a fic for him (I'd like to but like I am only human)

"more AUs Dandy?" LISTEN all I do is sit around and think about "what if"s, okay?

ok so this started as me being like, hm, we see Lou Jitsu with a rotating door of women, so many he doesn't seem to remember all their names, so it's not totally out there to think he might have gotten one of them pregnant, right?

and thus Marcus (middle name Kyle) was born! literally!

so the story for this is, Lou Jitsu had a fling with a woman in the early 90s, pre-Big Mama. they were both in agreement that the whole thing was casual and it didn't last very long, but oopsie-daisy about six weeks after their last night together she finds out she's pregnant.

she debates what to do for a bit, because, as established, Lou Jitsu is kinda a fuckboi and she doesn't really want a relationship with him. But once she decides she's definitely keeping the baby she feels like she can't just not tell him, right? so she tries!

...unfortunately he's dating Big Mama by that point and she interferes to make sure that Lou Jitsu never meets with the woman and never finds out, because she knows this would get in the way of her plans.

she takes never hearing back from LJ as a sign he just isn't interested in the kid and resolves to single-motherhood. which she is the best at, btw.

she's still considering trying to introduce Marcus to his dad at some point, but unfortunately her kid isn't even 5 before Lou Jitsu suddenly goes missing, with his teary fiancée telling a sob story to the cops. assuming, same as everyone else, that he's dead, she lets the whole thing go, though she does tell Marcus who his dad is once he's old enough to understand everything.

Marcus goes through periods of being obsessed with Lou Jitsu, watching all his movies and consuming every piece of media about him that he can find, and periods where he can't stand to even hear the name. it's up and down. from his perspective, LJ abandoned him and his mom, but he's also dead, so it's not like he can have closure on this ever, right? so it's just a thing he has to deal with on his own.

but he's fine! he's alright. he gets through high school, then college, then accepted into vet school just fine.

then... his mom gets sick and dies.

yeah, that's a hard blow.

but he's alright! he has a few buddies from college he still sees now and then, and he's started his zoo vet residency at the Bronx Zoo (with a particularly special interest in reptiles), so lots of new people to meet that way! he's doing great! he's not lonely at all!

(a few months ago, he was suddenly woken up by a surge of something, like dozens of voices were crying out to him for help, tugging him toward something, saying his family needs him...

yeah, no idea what that was about. he doesn't have any family anymore.)

then the sky opens up and aliens come out.

Marcus is at work, because of course aliens would attack at the beginning of his shift. he spends the day ushering survivors into safe zones within the zoo, using his medical knowledge to handle first aid, and just trying to stay sane as the whole world turns upside down.

and then just as suddenly as it all started... it stops.

in the aftermath, everyone around him is just trying to get home, desperately calling their loved ones and praying for the best. Marcus starts trying to figure out how he's going to get home, because the trains definitely aren't running, and as he looks as his phone for a spark of inspiration, he realizes... no one has tried to call him. his coworkers' phones have been going off all day, whenever they can get signal, as loved ones try to reach them, but... he doesn't have anyone trying to reach him. and as he sits there he realizes he doesn't know who he should be calling, either.

so. that's pretty depressing.

and as he's sitting there, thinking about his life and what led him here, in a now empty vet clinic outside the bronx zoo... he hears a noise. and then, voices.

ah great. looters.

at first, Marcus tries to call 911 - but obviously the call center is swamped. so he decides to take care of the problem himself, going to see who's there and get rid of them...

wait, who is he kidding? he's definitely not paid enough to confront potentially armed looters! he's going to get out of here.

but just as he starts to leave, he hears the voices again - coming from one of the surgery rooms this time. and they're talking about IVs... scalpels... anesthesia...

suddenly he realizes that these aren't looters - they're here to try and treat somebody.

and like hell is he going to let some idiot kill someone trying to do DIY surgery.

so he turns back around and bursts into the room... on two humans, a rat that counts as giant even for New York, and four very big, very injured turtles.

one of whom immediately points a gun in his face. to be fair, that's what he thought would happen.

"Donnie!" yells the biggest one, and, oh, they can talk. huh.

"Relax, it's just a tranquilizer!"

"Donatello!" that's the rat. there's a sound like a whip cracking and the one with the gun makes a startled noise and drops it.

now the rat is in front of him. he's looking up at Marcus imploringly. "Do you work here?" he asks.

"Y-yeah. I'm a vet."

the rat bows very politely. "my sons are seriously hurt, and I don't have the supplies to help them at home. I understand it is a lot to ask, but... we must use your supplies. please, if you could just look the other way."

Marcus looks around at the turtles, especially the one on the table, the one worst off. he looks mangled. he won't live long if he isn't properly treated.

a rat, two humans who look like teenagers, and the turtles. who the rat called "sons". now that he's noticing, they're all pretty short, other than the big one. are they also teenagers?

"...Are any of you doctors?" he asks. the littlest one starts to raise a hand, but the girl grabs it and forces it back down.

everyone else has left by now. he's the only doctor here.

alright. guess he's doing this.

"...okay, everyone make some room. let me get sterilized, and I'll see what we're working with here."

and that's how the son Lou Jitsu didn't know he had becomes primary care doctor to his teenage mutant ninja half-brothers. ^^

(and then a bunch of other stuff happens)

#rottmnt #rottmnt oc #I hc that all the boys have their dad's eyes btw #so I had this joke planned where leo is like #hey this guy has our eyes too haha #donnie is like shut up leo you're delirious #he gets close to leo first just because he has to spend a lot of time with him #but he gets close to all of them over time #mikey talking about lou jitsu one day and marcus is like oh wow didn't know kids your age knew LJ #mikey like OF COURSE HE'S THE BEST #Marcus is like well you know I don't tell just everyone this but he's actually my bio dad #Mikey like haha that's so funny because #......................................................................wait #OHMIGOSH!!!!!!!!!#leo: we have to be better prepared for the next one of dad's love children #splinter: there are no more love children??#leo: how do you know you didn't even know about THIS one

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secretsandwriting · 5 months

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Come On Darling

Part one has gotten a lot of attention and all the comments were really motivating so have a part two. Idk how good it is, i wrote this in the same general time it took me to write part one so hopefully it's decent.

Part One

"Hello, welcome to Roselight! How may I help you today?" The girl working there didn't even stutter when she saw Noah. She must be used to it in such an expensive shop like this one.

"I need a new tailored suit, she needs a full closet." You could almost see the dollar signs adding up behind her eyes.

"Of course! I'll have the tailors get prepared. As for her what are you thinking about for full closet? Different styles? All dressy? Casual? Sexy?" She didn't even look at you, just paying attention. While she and Noah were talking, you looked around the store. Eyes stopping on one of the other employees smiled at you. She was dressed down a little more than all the others, still in all designer. She seemed more normal then high class like everyone else working.

"Well, then are you ready to start shopping?" She was looking at you expectantly.

"No." Noah's arm you were told to hold onto tightened. His hand resting on yours. Not a threat a warning. "I was hoping I could work with her." You motioned to the employee you had seen earlier. Noah's arm relaxed.

"Unfortunately, she's not a shopper. She just helps stock and bag items."

"She'll be a shopper today then." Noah ordered. She finally started getting nervous.

"A manager has to sign off on i-"

"Then get a manager." Noah interrupted. "She wants to work with her, and we don't want to stand her arguing." A hurried, "I'll get one" was thrown over her shoulder as she retreated to the back. Remerging a minute later, a sharply dressed man following her.

"Hello, I'm Marcus, one of the managers. What can I do for you today?"

"She needs a new wardrobe and would like her to help." Noah motioned to the girl. Marcus glanced over at the girl, who looked like she was starting to get a little nervous with the attention she was getting for a reason she wasn't aware of. Marcus glanced at you next, understanding flashed through his eyes.

"Ah, of course. I'll go inform her of your request and as long as she agrees to it, I'll sign off on it."

"No i-"

"That would be great!" You interrupted Noah. You didn't want to pressure her into having to deal with Noah. Marcus came back a few minutes later, the girl following behind him.

"This is Jackie, she's agreed to help you and I've signed off her helping." His gaze was directed at directly at you. "All commissions will go to her for this sale." Noah's posture changed, considering Jackie's shift, it wasn't good.

"Thank you, that was my next question." Once again Noah relaxed. He had to be overly stressed because that could not be normal.

"I'll leave Jackie with you, let me know if there's anything I can help with." Marcus excused himself. Noah gave the same instructions he gave Caroline and Jackie wrote a few things down in a small notebook.

"Ok, whole new closet?" Jackie looked at you. "You've told me. I'm asking Y/n now." Jackie interrupted Noah when he tried to tell her again. She turned back to you. You nodded. "All styles?" Another nod. "No budget?"

"Budget." Noah immediately started protesting. Jackie waited until they stopped.

"Alright, we can easily get everything you need and any extra you want with 1 Million. So we'll set that as a tentative budget. Budget for you, tentative for the no budget peanut gallery." You were soon whisked away to a small room to get measured. With that out of the way, you were lead to a room full of overpriced clothes and accessories.

Anything you looked at twice or seemed interested in was added to a growing pile of try ons. Once you had ten full outfits, try ons started. Jackie was exactly what you wanted. If it looked good, she made sure you knew it. If it didn't look good, she figured out why. Certain styles were completely removed from the cart, some colors were pulled out too. She didn't try to get you to like the most expensive styles, or the big trends, her focus was solely on what you liked and what looked good on you. Something you were very grateful for.

Four hours of shopping later, and you were lead out to the main room where you had come in. Noah joined you and paid for the large amount of clothing you had liked enough to leave with.

Next you were taken to a shoe store. This time you had a name Jackie had given you. Another sign off and bags left with Noah, you got to work looking for shoes.

An hour and a half and 6 pair of shoes later, you were taken to a makeup store. Another name and sign off, more bags left with Noah and the process started all over again.

Three hours later, Noah paid and you left the outlet and went back to the hotel. Food was dropped off at the room and Noah inhaled his before changing and running out the door for a meeting away from the hotel. A quick "Here's my card, Don't leave the hotel or there will be problems." was thrown over his shoulder before the door was closed.

You started putting your things away, quickly realizing there wasn't enough room for all your new things and Noah's in the small closet in the room. So you made a call to the front desk and a half hour later a clothing rack with a few shelves at the bottom was delivered to your room. Setting it up was easy.

The hard part was deciding if you wanted to risk being petty and moving his things or just putting yours there.

Petty won.

If he was going to force you to get an entire new closet of clothes, you were going to put them in a closet. While moving his suits you snorted to yourself. If circumstances had been different, this shopping spree would have been a dream come true, but now, it just felt like something you would have to worry about repaying later.

Once all of his clothes hanging up were moved, you put his shoes on the bottom shelf. Once you were finished moving his things and adding yours, you moved onto the dresser. Moving his things into two of the six drawers and filled the other four with yours. Next step was rearranging the bathroom to add in the large amount of random makeup things you had gotten.

With nothing else to do, you looked through the list of things the hotel offered and decided to go get a massage. The shopping spree and large total numbers had apparently tired you enough that you didn't really care if Noah was upset.

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Noah came back from the meeting to a dark and empty hotel room. Nicolas thankfully kept his head and told Noah to call the front desk to see if they had seen her. That phone call lead him to the spa where he was let into a small room where you were laying face down on a table while a woman worked on the knots in your back.

"He needs to go next. He seems way to tense to be healthy." Noah just stared at you in exasperation, questioning why the hell he was putting himself through all of this for Alec

#noah sebastian x reader #Noah sebastian #mafia au #bad omens #bad omens cult #bad omens band

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Arcane men with fem!s/o + praise kink during sex?

Anon I'm sorry it took me so long to write this. Been pretty busy lately.

Pairing: Viktor, Jayce, Silco, Vander, Ekko, Marcus, Finn x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, praise kink, blowjob, cunnilingus, fingering, clit stimulation

A/N: Ok, finally doing this one for Arcane, took me long enough lmao.

Viktor likes being praises as well as doing the praising. It's not uncommon for him to compliment you when you're working together but when you're in bed with him it's really ramped up.

He always gets a little bit lightheaded when he hears you praising him during sex. He loves knowing he's making you feel good, especially since can get a little insecure about his abilities at times. When he praises you, be it his cock or fingers he wants you feel you clamping down around him just from his words.

"Do I make you feel good darling? Hmm, I don't know, I'm not convinced. Perhaps if you work a little bit harder, let me hear those lewd noises while you ride my dick. That's better. You can go faster, I know how much you're craving it right now."

Jayce will praise you endlessly but he's also really big on being praised himself.

Whenever you praise him he goes really hard on you, his eyes sometimes rolling to the back of his head as he gets lost in the feeling of your pussy around his cock, your lips against his ear, both of you only feeding each other's drives. As long as you're praising him he won't stop fucking you.

"Babe, you can't just say that too me while you're clamping down on me. You know it's just gonna get me rock hard again. Oh yeah? Well maybe I should fuck you into the bed. It's what you want after all. And you were really good for me before. Made my mind blank with that talented mouth. Mmmhn, fuck there you go again. Let me just lift your legs on your shoulders and we can go again."

Silco is more likely to be the one praising you than the other way around. He likes it sure, but he likes praising you a lot more.

He loves the way your mouth vibrates around his cock whenever he tells you how pretty you look with your mouth sucking him off like that. Will encourage you to finger yourself a lot, he loves seeing you when you're a little bit needy for his dick. Won't keep you waiting for too long though, he can't wait to be inside you either.

"Is that all darling? I know you can suck better than that. I know very well what a talented mouth you have. Fuck, that's it, a little faster now. That's my good girl. Have I ever told you how good you are at taking orders from me? It's one of the things I like most about you. And you know that when you follow them you're gonna get a reward in return right? Perhaps I spoil you but, you're very hard to resist."

Vander loves to praise you while he's eating you out. Feeling you pushing his head closer while your legs are locked tight around his head, hearing your moans and pleads for more will get him rock hard in a matter of moments.

When he's inside of you he will praise you to heaven and back just to feel you tighten around him as he rocks his hips into you, slow, rough, however you want him to, as long as you're mewling and moaning, meeting his thrusts, taking his cum he's content.

"Damn ya taste good darlin. Raise your hips a bit more, yeah, like that. Do ya want a little taste? Here. I think you're ready for me now, go on, let me see those lovely legs wide open for me. Look at ya, wet, ready and waiting for my cock."

Ekko is really big on praise. He loves dishing it out and being on the receiving end of it.

Likes it with non-sexual stuff as well. He thrives in it actually, be it sexual or not. He likes knowing he's fucking you good, that you're enjoying everything he does. Sure he can tell by the way you call out his name, by the noises you make, by the way your body shakes and shivers when you cum, but by god does he like hearing it. Sometimes when he's on the edge of an orgasm he will just rapid fire every single praise he can, his mind set on making you come as well, on milking him fucking dry.

"You're enjoying this aren't you Firefly? What do you like knowing I go fucking nuts when you say that to me? You know I'm gonna give it to you good now huh? Is that what you want? Of course you do. And you know what? I fucking love that about you."

Now Marcus, he likes to make it seem like being praised doesn't do much for him but you know damn well that it's the farthest thing from the truth.

This man will go damn near feral when you praise him. He will give you every moan, every kiss, every thrust, every inch of his dick, every drop of his cum while he hammers his dick into you. He likes to play it off as just him liking it rough but he can't fool you.

"Fucking hell sweetheart, what were you thinking huh? Barging into my office, getting my pants down, giving me a handjob while looking at me like that and climbing onto my desk? You wanted to get fucked that bad? Couldn't wait for me to get home could you. Fuck, well as long as you're here, might as well fuck that wet little hole of yours."

Finn, while knowing how much you like his praise, he won't give it to you easily. He always makes you work for it, but always makes sure you're satisfied by the end, it's kind of an accomplishment for him.

Feeling desperately roll your hips into his while he stays completely still is such a turn on for him. He will praise you then, making you fuck him faster, getting more wild, unhinged and needy for more praise, more of his touch, more of him, until you feel like you can't ever get enough.

"Hey now kitten you know how this game works. You want my praise you gotta earn it. Let me see that pretty cunt at work. No, you know how I like it. Fast and deep, I want to feel you clenching around me. That's better, you're doing well sweetheart. Keep it up and you your cunt full of my cum soon enough."

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heliza24 · 11 months

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Love your blog and all your analysis!!

Many people didn't like S2 because Simon, according to them was just a tool to drive Wilhelm's story, a love interest only and didn't really have his own story. In particular, many are frustrated at the lack of narrative on the video's effect and Simon's subsequent trauma. Of course, everyone's allowed their opinions but seeing as you have experience in the world of writing and making tv magic, wanted to get your insight on this. Thanks, a S2 fan! 💜

Hi anon! Thanks for the question.

I’ve already written pretty extensively about Simon’s arc in season 2 and why I like it in this post. In short, I think he grows a lot in season 2, but his growth takes him towards emotional vulnerability and openness, which is not something we’re used to seeing in characters (especially not male ones).

I also don’t mind how they address Simon’s trauma in season 2. I’m going to approach this momentarily not as a writer, but as someone who has been in therapy for years. There are some traumas that have happened to me (like a serious car accident when I was a kid) that are very concrete, with a set beginning and end, and that began to affect me right away. (I had ptsd symptoms pretty immediately after that accident). But there are other traumas that feel like a series of small cuts instead of one big punch. It’s harder to decide where they begin and end, and their effects are more subtle. Sometimes it takes me years to even realize that they were traumatic and that they are still affecting me. (The medical trauma I’ve experienced as an adult over several years is like this). To me this is more what Simon is dealing with with the video. Once the video goes online, it’s not coming down. There’s no set end date, and Simon spends most of season 2 not even knowing who the perpetrator was. He’s in the kind of no-man’s land between the initial blow and coming to understand how the whole process has affected him. That being said, I do think we see some changes in him that reflect what he’s gone through. He seems to care a lot less about his academic classes than he did in season 1. He’s writing music in an attempt to process what he’s been through. And you could even see his attempt to have sex with Marcus as a trauma response. The last time he hooked up with someone his agency was taken from him. So it makes sense to me that he’s eager to have sex again but fully on his own terms, to partially erase that feeling of not being in control. I don’t know for sure if this will happen, but I wouldn’t be surprised if we see more traditional ptsd symptoms from Simon in season 3. If there’s some sort of legal action against August that would signify a sort of “end” of the video trauma, and would also probably be re-traumatizing in a lot of ways. I also think interacting directly with the royal family might stir up some things as well.

Ok, now I’m going to totally switch gears and approach your question from a writing perspective. Let’s talk about story structure for a minute, specifically TV story structure. Most TV has an A plot and a B plot (and sometimes a C plot too). In old school cable procedurals, the A plot would be the mystery of the week, while the B plot would be about whatever was happening in the characters’ personal lives. If there was an overarching mystery or storyline that tied the whole season together, that would be the C plot. As you can guess by how they’re named, the A Plot would take up the most time and do the most to drive the episode forward. The B plot is next most important, etc. Once shows started to become more serialized in the age of streaming, the concept of A and B plots changed a little bit. Now the plots are divided by character and theme. The A plot will be headlined by the protagonist and will explore the main themes of the show. The B plot will be headlined by a secondary protagonist, who doesn’t have as much to do as the A plot lead, but is still answering a dramatic question that relates to the central themes of the show. A lot of times the primary and secondary protagonists’ actions influence each other, but they don’t share a ton of screen time. (If they did, their stories wouldn’t be separate.) You can think of the A and B plot protagonists as two sides of the same coin. They’re intricately connected, they’re exploring the same ideas, but they rarely come face to face, and they often represent different perspectives on the same themes. Black Sails is probably my favorite example of this. (I’m not as active in the Black Sails fandom as I am in the Young Royals fandom, but Black Sails is probably my all time favorite show and I absolutely love all the ungovernable pirates over in the Black Sails tag. Shout out to them). James Flint is the main protagonist and headliner of the A story, but Max is the secondary protagonist that headlines the B story. Both are struggling with the question of how to achieve and wield power in an unjust world, and their political maneuvers consistently influence each other’s plots. They share a lot of secondary characters across both of their plots, but they themselves never interact. So that’s one example, and if you look around at your favorite shows you’ll be able to find lots that adhere to this formula, including, I would say, Young Royals.

I think a lot of people are kind of subconsciously looking for this kind of structure, and have decided that Simon is the protagonist of the B plot. I understand this, because we all love Simon. He’s really well written and acted, his personality is so compelling, and his chemistry with Wilhelm is great. I spend a lot of time writing him in fic (I’m the writer of all the Simon content in Heart and Homeland) so I understand this impulse. But if you were looking for Simon to be anchoring the B plot in season 2, you might have been disappointed. Because in reality I don’t think he’s the secondary protagonist. I think Sara is.

Sara is set up as a foil to Wilhelm, the main protagonist, in so many ways. I always say that the driving dramatic question of Young Royals lives with Wilhelm, and it’s something along the lines of “should I conform and live the oppressive life that was designed for me, or rebel and find my own path to happiness?” Sara is wrestling with a similar question that’s kind of the inverse of this; for her settling into a prescribed role in the Hillerska class system initially seems like a relief. So maybe for her the dramatic question is something along the lines of “is the price of fitting in worth it? Will it lead to true happiness?” They feel so much like opposite sides of the same coin to me.

So Sara and Wilhelm are both trying to define themselves in relation to their families and also the class system. This comes up in the similarities of their family structure (they both feel very connected to their class position through their families; they both have complicated relationships with their mothers and bad to negligible relationships with their fathers; they both have a deep connection to their siblings) and in the relationships they choose to embark upon. They’re both navigating a very serious and complicated first love. They’re both dating across class (in the opposite direction, a perfect example of the “different views on the same theme” aspect of primary and secondary protagonists). They both have concerns about how and when their relationships become public, and by extension are both playing in the sandbox of themes around privacy and authenticity that define so much of the show.

Both have difficulty regulating and recognizing their emotions. Sara seems to exhibit alexithymia, a common aspect of autism that makes it hard to recognize one's own emotions. Wilhelm has been taught to repress his emotions, which he does well until he explodes (like when he got into the fight at the top of the series or when he yells at his mom on the phone). He’s also managing a lot of physical symptoms of anxiety.

Both also struggle with questions of justice and how to make things right. In the beginning of season 2, Wilhelm is initially determined to destroy August because he thinks August will never repent, but by the end of the season he’s starting to realize that this was the wrong technique. He realizes this largely because of Simon; he only puts down the gun and walks away from August because Simon does first. Sara makes the opposite journey: she starts by trusting that August will change and repent on his own, but then she is forced to confront the fact that this is not true, and that she needs to use the legal system to bring August to justice. She makes this realization largely because of Simon, and seeing the ways that she has hurt Simon, in the same scene with the gun.

The other big argument in support of Sara as the secondary protagonist of the show is that she and Wilhelm never directly interact. Their actions affect each other all the time, but they don’t share a scene together. They’re living on parallel but separate story tracks.

Simon is a crucial character in both Wilhelm and Sara’s stories, but the fact that he is close with both excludes him from being a protagonist of his own plot line. (I would say the same about August, who is a catalyst for both Wilhelm and Sara.) That doesn’t mean that Simon isn’t well written. He has a very compelling character arc, motivates much of the plot, and his relationship with Wilhelm forms the heart of the show. But I think the reason people were disappointed in his story in season 2 is that they were expecting something from him that the structure of the show doesn’t support.

If you’re interested in reading more about A/B/C plot structures I found this website really easy to understand. Also shout out to @bluedalahorse for talking to me about Wilhelm and Sara and helping me articulate what I was trying to say here.

Thanks again for the ask, anon and for the vote of confidence in my analysis! I really appreciate it. If anyone else has a Young Royals scene or question they want me to break down from a writing or cinematography perspective, my ask box is always open.

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Driving home for Christmas

Pairings: Marcus Pike x f!reader

Warnings: Fluff, teasing, smut 18+, quickie in the car, unprotected sex, mild cursing.

A/N: ok so these little one shots with Marcus are gonna tie in with my Xmas series Our Last Christmas. There little snippets into their life before all the problems started 🥰

Part of @toomanystoriessolittletime December writing challenge 🤘

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Marcus closed down the boot before running around and hopping into the driver's seat. He turned his gaze towards you with a bright smile, “all set, baby?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Marcus reaches over and gives your thigh a quick squeeze and shoots you a wink before turning the key in the ignition. The hum of the engine stirs the butterflies in your stomach to life once again and you worry your bottom lip.

You’d both been invited to Marcus’s parents house for Christmas this year and it would be your first time to meet them. Hard as you tried to get out of it, you couldn’t put it off forever considering you’d both been dating just over a year.

Marcus insisted that you had nothing to be nervous about and that his parents would love you. Especially his mom.

“And we’re off,” Marcus says as he pulls out of the driveway. Twenty two hours to shake these nerves, you thought to yourself.

***

“So I was thinking,” Marcus says, his eyes flickering towards you, startling you from your thoughts. “We can drive until we get as far as Nashville and then we can stop for the night. I’ve booked us into one of the fancier motels.”

“Fancier motels? Didn’t know there were any,” you say with a chuckle. “Are you getting smart with me baby?” The hint of amusement in his voice has your eyes drifting up to him. His gaze is set on you and his eyebrow is quirked.

“Never, baby.”

“Hmm,Hmm. Anyway, as I was saying before you rudely interrupted me,” he says with a wink. “We stop for the night. Get some grub and a decent night's sleep.”

“Oh I don’t think we’ll be getting much sleep,” you mutter softly. You can see Marcus shift in his seat beside you and you smile at the effect your words are having on him. “No?” He asked, his voice soft and low.

“Definitely not. I mean we can’t very well have sex in your parents house now can we? So we gotta make up for it.” A groan slips past his lips as he adjusts himself, his grip on the steering wheel tightening just a little.

“And why can’t we have sex in my parents house? We’re adults. We’ve been together a year, they know we have sex. Or at least they assume.”

“Yeah, but not the kinda sex we have baby. You're not exactly quiet. Plus we like it on the rougher side and I’m not sure your mom or dad want to hear that.”

“Jesus fuck, baby. If you’re not careful I’ll pull this car over and fuck you right now.”

“Promises promises,” you say, with a flutter of your eyelashes. Suddenly the car is veering sideways and Marcus is pulling it off the road.

“Marcus, what are you doing?”

“I’m gonna fuck you baby. Like you wanted.”

“What?” You squeak, as you sit up straighter in your seat. “Marcus we can’t. We’ve only been on the road for four hours. We have at least another eight before we stop for the night.”

“Exactly. Eight long hours. I can’t wait that long to feel you wrapped around me, especially not when you're talking dirty to me.” He drove the car down a small dirt road and parked before he unclipped his belt and reached over and did the same to yours.

His hand ran along your waist before gripping you tight and pulling you into his lap. You puffed out a breath as you settled your legs either side of him, his arousal hard and evident against your thigh.

The hand that was resting on your waist wrapped itself around your neck, pulling you close. Your lips meet in a frantic kiss that grows more heated by the second. He groans into your mouth as you slowly grind down on his thick length. “Shit baby. I need you,” he pants as he begins to fumble with his belt.

You both frantically and rather awkwardly remove your trouser before he lines himself with your entrance and pushes you down onto his cock. “Oh,” you both moan as you stretch to accommodate him.

It’s hot and messy and the car rocks with the movement of your hips as you ride him. His hands are holding you tight - one wrapped around the back of your neck, the other holding onto your hip, as he pushes you down harder on him.

“Are you nearly there baby? I’m not…fuck…I’m not gonna last much longer.” He grunts loudly as he rests his head back against the seat, his gaze focused on you. “I’m almost….oh fuck…oh god yes…I’m gonna…”

Marcus doesn’t move. He doesn’t want to break your focus as you ride him hard, seeking your release. He watches you taking in your face as you bite your bottom lip in pleasure, your orgasm washing over you. “Fuck baby, look at you taking me so well. Never gonna get enough of you.”

He grunts loudly as he spills himself inside your tight walls panting out ragged breaths as he rests his head against your chest. “Well, that was hot as fuck,” you breathe out and you can feel the vibration of Marcus’s chuckle against you. “I think we need to do this again. At least four more times on the road.”

He’s sitting back now, his gaze focused on where you’re both joined. “Shit I’m getting hard again.” You gently pat his chest before slowly moving off him. “I think the other Mr Pike is gonna have to wait for a while.”

Marcus pouts as he fixes himself and waits for you to strap back in. “We are stopping again before the motel,” he says matter of factly, his finger pointed in your direction.

“Can’t wait,” you say with a wink as you begin to tuck into your croissant. You’ve made yourself completely comfortable, taking off your shoes and resting your feet on the dash .

Marcus’s hand reaches over to rest on the back of your headrest as he reverses, his eyes drifting down towards you.

“God I love you,” he whispers in a soft, low voice. Stopping mid chew you turn to look at him, a sheepish smile on your face. “I love you too, baby.”

I’m gonna marry this girl, Marcus thinks to himself as he pulls back out into the road.

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daddy-dins-girl · 2 months

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Playdate - Chapter Six

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pairing: Marcus Pike x f! Reader x Dave York

Word Count: 8.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How’d you know my coffee order?”

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

“So my husband told you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He’s too adorable.

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

“Make a wish”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So… room service?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come in”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that an invitation sweetheart?” Dave asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Colour?”

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

“Good girl” he grins at you.

There it is.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

Next Chapter

Thank you for reading! Please reply/reblog etc. and let me know if you enjoyed it (sometimes I just need the serotonin boost y'all give me, you know? lol). I have the next chapter half finished already so I hope it won't take too long to come out. Probably 3ish more chapters for this story until completion :) I know where it's going, I just need to write it all out!

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flightlessangelwings · 1 year

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💋February Kisses & 4K Followers Drabble Request Event!💋

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February is for fluff and love, and this kisses prompt list is just too cute so I decided to use it for my requests for part 2 of my 4K follower celebration event and just to share some love here too!

I can’t believe I hit such a huge milestone it feels unreal!!! Thank you all sooo much for following me and supporting my works and for sticking around!!! I’m sending all the love right back at y’all!!! ❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖❤️

Using this prompt list send in a request for a short drabble (500-1k words I’m guessing, depending on how many I get) to be posted throughout the month of February to celebrate! Requests for this will be open from now, Feb 1 until February 7! Requests now closed!

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- I’ll be taking requests for the following characters only:

Pedro characters- Joel Miller, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, Comandante Veracruz, Javier Peña, Javi Gutierrez, Pero Tovar, Marcus Pike, Marcus Moreno, Ezra

Star Wars- Poe Dameron, Cassian Andor, Fennec Shand, Boba Fett, Cobb Vanth, Kino Loy, Cal Kestis

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Others- Tommy Miller, Benny Miller, Santiago Garcia, Bishop Losa, Angel Reyes, Dream of the Endless, Thirteenth Doctor

Specific parings and thruples- MPoA (Frankie/reader/Benny), Neighbor!Steven Grant, Veracruz/Cariño, DinCobb/reader, Joel/reader/Frankie, Javi G/Estrella, BobaDin/reader

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f1loveisland · 1 year

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Something simple// Marcus Armstrong x reader

Warnings: ppl being cunts, kinda short cuz honestly I was sick if this Marcus fic lost again shit 😦 swearing, really fluffy... Nothing to special NOT PROOFREAD

A/n: why is writing so much easier when your not the happiest istg

Life hadn't been going your way for a few weeks now, sure somedays where better than others but overall you had been feeling like shit. Final exams where almost due and you where stressing like crazy, you where halfway through your four year uni course and these exams where super important. It was only ten times harder because Marcus your boyfriend had been away racing. You had been alone, really alone. Sure it was good, I mean less distractions you where sure to do an ok job on this exam. But the only reason was your friends. Throughout your time in uni you had made some nice friends that where doing the same course as you. But recently all they had been mad at you, it was so stupid. Sure you may have fucked up here and there, upset them a little. But you would try to be nice to them and they wouldn't give it back.

You would try to text them and the reply a simple 'no.' who knew a fucking dot at the end of a text could change the whole mood. You wanted to just flop onto some warm beach, like the ones in Italy or Australia and forget about life. Marcus had taken you to Italy and Australia, you loved it it was so kind of him to bring you along. You couldn't wait for Marcus to get home. A race in Abu Dhabi and then he had to go to Monaco for some partnership stuff. Then finally he would be home. Only three long stressful days untill you could cling into Marcus and let it all out.

The days slowly passed but finally Wednesday when Marcus would come back ready for the winter break. Luckily you where both planning to say in New Zealand for the break where it was summer. You loved it in New Zealand and you knew Marcus did too. It was about 6pm and Marcus would be home any minute, you had ordered some Chinese for both of you prior.

You ate the yummy food and went to bed. Marcus' arms around your body his chest to your back and his chin comfortably resting on your head. You felt safe. Alone, but how you liked it. The pitch black room telling you how late it was, a sign that it had been a long week. The soft duvet and pillow along with Marcus made you dream, such a simple silly thing to dream about. The room smelling like him again, smelling like home once more.

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insomniamamma · 1 year

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Closing Time: Marcus Pike x F!reader

A/N: This is my first installment in my Year of Kisses themed creation challenge! I was invited to join the fun by @oonajaeadira and @yearofcreation2023! I have never really participated in anything like this so be gentle. This fic plays fast and loose with Marcus Pike canon. I wanted to write for our Perfect Boyfriend without watching seven something seasons of the mentalist. If Marcus is OOC that is entirely on me. Also Sherri is entirely based on a supervisor I had once. I loved that lady to pieces.

Warnings: Angst. Break ups. Language. Alcohol. Some drunken flirting and kisses. Reader has a truly shitty ex.

This is the last place he wants to be. C'mon, Marc it'll be fun, said Danny. You need to get out of this fucking office, said Sherri. You're just gonna sit home and mope otherwise. I'm not going to mope. You're gonna sit home and watch old movies and pine. For that stupid Lisbon woman, or whoever's managed to break your heart lately. Sherri gives him the look. Fine. She means well. Sherri and Danny and Big Bill, they all mean well. They know him well, too well maybe. Marcus's New Years plans involved getting take out and catching up on the Christmas movies he'd neglected. White Christmas. Die Hard. Gremlins. The classics. Fine. I'll go. For a little while.

And now? The jukebox is playing "Hallelujah," John Cale's version. It's just past midnight and the ball dropped on the tv over the bar and people kissed each other and called their friends and Marcus's phone sits like a brick in his pocket, a fossil from when Lisbon would call, from when Dierdre and Sarey would sometimes call. Can't think of a single person he wants to call. He stands arm in arm with his friends who dragged him here, rocking back and forth with them, "hallelujah, hallelujah, Halle-loo-oo-oo-oooh-jah--" And that's when he sees you, hunched at the bar, the only other person in this dive who isn't paired off, who isn't singing along with a bunch of drunks, your face pinched and closed off in the bleary bar mirror, peeking out around plastered on stickers and flyers for long defunct bands. He can tell that you've been crying.

You drink and watch your phone light up with messages. Hey you okay? Did you make it home? U ok? What happened? You don't give a fuck. They can wait until tomorrow to find out if you lived or died or caught an Uber back home. Fuck. Home's not even home anymore technically. Staying the night at my Mom's. He'd texted. We'll figure out the logistics tomorrow. He'd texted. Logistics. Three years and it boils down to fucking logistics. Three years in and he dumps you at 11:50 on New Years Eve. So that's how you find yourself alone in this little pub with a bunch of drunks singing along with the jukebox, but at least it's quieter here. You catch your own reflection in the mirror, face peering over half empty liquor bottles with plastic spouts stuck in them, eyes puffy from crying. You laugh. A low and bitter sound. Who dumps somebody on New Years Eve? "...couldn't've waited twelve more hours," you say, muttering into your half-finished drink, into the black hole at the center of the galaxy, "Couldn't've sucked it up for one more fucking night!" The last bit comes out loud, and you feel eyes on you, hunker down into yourself, into your glass, like a snail pulling into its shell, and then the noise of the bar resumes. He'd rested his hands on his shoulders and peered into your face like he did when he meant kiss you or say something sweet. I'm not in love with you anymore, he'd said, the same tone of voice used for things like hey can you take the garbage out, or hey, we need more dish soap the next time you go to the store. Okay, so maybe bitch-slapping him in the middle of the dance floor in front of all your friends wasn't the best move, but it felt good and right. And now he keeps texting you about his stuff. His clothes and his x-box and you and the girls did a round of tequila shots before and you can't quite figure out how this all happened. Why now? Why tonight? Things were good, weren't they? Or at least not bad, and you watch the ice melt in your drink and feel tricked, bamboozled, and oddly relieved. If he's willing to pull this shit you're better off without him, you think, but deep down you just wish it was all a mistake, that you'd just have someone warm to come home to, even if things weren't great. That maybe the both of you will wake up tomorrow and be like did we really break up last night? That's crazy. But he's texting you about his x-box and his ps 5 and how he really needs it even though you went halfsies on it. Text me one more time and you get nothing. You hit send and turned off your phone. Thank fuck his name's not on the lease. Let him stew. Let them stew. Fuck 'em. You feel someone settle at the bar beside you. "Hey, are you okay?" "What do you think?" It comes out harsh and you regret it instantly. This stranger in this dive on New Years Eve has nothing at all to do with what's happened. You turn to look and you see a tired man with his lips quirked up in a smile that doesn't quite hit his eyes. "Sorry," you say, and shake your head, "I'm not--fuck--this has been a hell of a night. I hope you're not looking for a hookup because I got dumped at ten-till and the last thing--" He laughs, a soft low sound. "A hookup's the last thing I want," he says and holds out his hand, "Come and sit with us. So you're not all by yourself." You eye him skeptically. "Is this some sort of pity thing?" He laughs a little, a soft exhale, "If it is, we can be pitiful together. He glances over at a table of drunks, "I'm only here because they dragged me. I was going to order a pizza and watch Christmas movies-" "It's past Christmas." "I spent Christmas working," he says, "If that's not pitiful I don't know what is." You feel yourself warming to him. "I bet you don't even have a tree up." "I do!" He smiles, and this time it does touch his eyes, frames them in lovely crinkles, and maybe it's better to hang out with a handsome stranger in a bar than sit and drink and brood about how tomorrow you're gonna have to clear your boyfriend's shit out of your place. Ex. Ex boyfriend you have to keep reminding yourself. "It's not a real one, and it's only four feet tall. But it's there!" He offers his hand again. "C'mon," He says, "You don't have to be all alone." Fuck it, you think, down the watery dregs of your whiskey sour and place your hand in his, allow him to draw you from your place at the bar. He is striking, leather jacket across broad shoulders, tight jeans that grip him just right, and eyes so deep and warm a girl could fall right in and drown. "I'm Marcus," he says, and gives your hand a squeeze, but doesn't let go. You tell him your name and he leads you away from the brightness of the bar, back to where the jukebox plays a distorted love song "the curl of your bodies, like two perfect circles entwined see you feel hopeless, and homeless, and lost in the haze of the wine--" back to his table of friends, smiling and laughing, sticky shot glasses and half-filled pints between their hands. Sherri. Danny. Big Bill. Sherri has large blonde hair and gummy blue eyeliner and a cigarette roughed voice. "You seem nice enough, what're you doing with this sad sack of shit?" She jerks her head and Marcus looks like he wants to evaporate and you laugh. "I got dumped--let's see--" you power up your phone just long enough to check the time, lock screen lit with a tangle of missed texts --"47 minutes ago? Guess two sad sacks of shit are gonna find each other, huh?"

The night passes in a warm blur, you and your newfound friends drinking together and laughing, Sherri's got stories that leave the table wheezing laughter and all through it Marcus is a warm presence at your side, your hands keep finding each other's, his gentle grasp an anchor in this storm of a night. You feel like you've speed-run the stages of grief over your ex. Sherri eyes you over shot glasses that have popped up like mushrooms over the course of the evening. "Listen here," she says, pointing a pink lacquered dagger of a nail in your direction, "Keep the PS5. He paid his half in cash right? Unless you wrote him out a receipt he can't prove shit. His name's not on the lease. Leave whatever you see fit in a cardboard box by the front door and block his number. Wash your hands of him. You don't owe him shit." "Yeah, fuck him," says Danny, and Big Bill comes back from the bar holding too many drinks and Marcus rests a warm palm on your shoulder. "Hey," he says, those big dark eyes full of concern, "You don't think he's gonna try anything do you? You're safe, right?" And your first impulse is to laugh, the only thing your boyfriend, ex-boyfriend is a danger to is game controllers and the fifteen year olds who roast him over discord, but Marcus looks so sincere. "Yeah. He's--I'm not worried." "Can I give you my number? Just in case something happens--" Danny launches in to the worst mob-movie New York accent you've ever heard in your life. "You give Markie here your number, see? One woid and your ex'll be sleepin with the fishes. We'll fit him out for the old cee ment loafers, we'll--" "Jesus, Dan, you sound like the bastard child of Tony Soprano and Rizzo the Rat--" And everyone loses their collective shit. "If I'm Rizzo the Rat, then you're Miss Piggy--" "No way am I Miss Piggy! I'm nowhere near that wound up--" "Bill here is Sweetums." "If I'm Sweetums, Marc's that grouchy Eagle." "No way," you say, "He's Kermit. Tell me I'm wrong." "Hi-ho this is Kermit the frog here with a muppet news flash," and that's it. You are crying into your drink with laughter, and once you can breathe and put words together you tell him-- "You are the last person in the world I would've thought could do Kermit the frog--" And he smiles, a bashful one that pinks his cheeks and turns his face away. "Marcus has many talents," says Sherri, "Don't let him fool you."

"I can see that you are lonesome just like me And it being late, you'd like some company Well, I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me The guy you're with, he's up and split—the chair next to you is free And I hope that you don't fall in love with me--"

The lights are up and Tom Waits plays through the bar. People settle their tabs and head out into the bright night. It's snowing, large flakes that catch and hold the light, street-lights haloed in whirling yellow. "Do you need a ride?" He asks, snow catching in his hair, his hand warm around yours. "I can walk," you say. "I'll walk with you," "How'll you get home?" "Taxi. Uber. I'll manage," he smiles, soft and sad, "Let me get you home safe, okay?" "Okay." Marcus offers his arm like some old time movie character and you loop your arm through his. Snow falls, slow and soft and heavy, and the bars let out all around, spilling people into the streets, closing time everywhere, and people sound happy, buoyed on the promise of a better year, at least for a few days until the shine wears off and it's back to business as usual. Sooner than you want you're at your front step. "This is me," you say, and wish it wasn't, wish for more time in the swirling snow with him, and his hand traces down your arm, his fingers find yours and lace through. "Are you okay?" he asks. "No. But I will be." You surge forward and hug him, wrap your arms around his broad back and snow-dotted jacket, and he grips you in kind, cradles the back of your head in his hand, tucks your face into the warm join of his neck and shoulder, "Thanks for looking out for me." He squeezes you tighter. "It's my pleasure," he says drawing back to look at you, his hands on your shoulders, "And if your ex--" "He won't," you say, "He couldn't even wait till midnight. Couldn't even give me a kiss. I mean, not that I'd want him to now--" Marcus reaches for you, brushes the pad of his thumb over your cheek, the question hanging in his eyes. You nod and he presses his lips to yours, waits for you to kiss back, and then his tongue slides soft between your parted lips, tender, undemanding, your face cradled in his warm, calloused hands. "Come upstairs with me," you say, and you feel him draw back, bright line of hurt in your chest. "I want to," he says, "I want to take you to bed if you'd have me--" "Then why--" "I don't want to push you," he says, "I move fast. I scare people off sometimes. I like you a lot. I don't want to hurt you, okay?" "Okay." That line of hurt resolves itself into a dull ache, "I should get some sleep. Gotta dump Asshole's stuff on the curb bright and early." He leans in kisses your cheek. "See you next year." "See you."

At some point in the deepest ditch of night you turn your phone back on. Peer bleary-eyed at the notifications, unanswered texts. You send a group text to the girls, home safe don't worry about me. You give your ex a time to come get his shit and then block his number. You drift in the dark, and your phone vibrates against your chest.

M: If you don't feel too terrible, I know a place that does breakfast all day. Best blueberry pancakes in town. M: I'd like to see you again.

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Ok, the first chapter of my Alexia Ashford fic. Again, I would appreciate short reviews on whether it is worth continuing or not. I'm not mad if you say it sucks. I just want an honest opinion.

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Chapter 1

December 12

What do you actually write in a diary? I guess I just write whatever comes into my mind.

My name is Samantha Blair, and I’ve been stationed at the Aurora Research Facility for about a month now. This place will be my home for roughly the next 11 months. I graduated two years ago with a PhD in chemistry. This is my new job. It wasn’t easy to get it. After all, there are only a few positions available in this facility. There are 12 of us in total, and my job is to analyze ice and soil samples. It’s summer here at the moment. The sun doesn’t set this close to the South Pole any more, and at night it only gets a bit dusky, which, admittedly, bothers me more than I thought it would. Doug* gave me this journal “so I won’t lose track of time.” I wonder if that will help. At least I can try.

*Douglas Garry, station leader

December 13

Nothing interesting. After breakfast, I set about sorting the samples from the last research team and finding out which of them still needed to be analyzed and which didn’t. So the same thing I’ve been doing for over a week now. What were they thinking? “We’ll be gone soon anyway, let the next team take care of it?” After me, the deluge. Typical. Half of the samples are not properly labeled, and even for those that are, it takes forever to find out what has already been done with them. It’s all in the lab books, my ass. I can hardly do anything with the cryptic notes there if I manage to decipher the handwriting at all. On top of that, I have to pick the measurement data out of disorganized piles of paper. It was all planned differently. They were actually supposed to measure their own stuff, but towards the end of their stay, one device after another broke down. The devices are working again. Now, we’re supposed to carry out these measurements first and send them the results.

December 14

Sorting samples, searching for corresponding measurement data. Nothing new. Jeff gave me a new drill core. At least I was able to take a few measurements today.

*Jeffrey Norris, geologist

December 15

As I was going about my usual business, John* arrived and said that we were going to be hit by a heavy snowstorm in the next few days. According to the weather data, the storm will last for several days, maybe even weeks. We have to prepare the station. So we spent the whole day outside moving equipment into storage rooms or fixating it. I’m still freezing.

*John Bennings, meteorologist

December 16

Dark clouds have gathered. After so many days of sunshine, the darkness, if you can call it that, is a welcome change.

December 17

It’s been snowing since last night, and the snowfall is getting heavier, although it will be another 2-3 days before it really starts. David* expressed concerns about the dogs, but Marcus** said they don’t mind the little bit of snow. Quite the opposite. Huskies love this weather. Marcus looks after the dogs. He will know best. When I think about it, it occurs to me that we are probably one of the only stations left that still uses dog sleds. We also have snowmobiles, but Marcus always says the dogs are more reliable.

Later, we decided who should clear the paths and when. The work should continue if possible. However, if the storm gets too bad, the research buildings will remain closed until it subsides.

*David Palmer, technical chief

**Marcus Clark, responsible for the dogs, thermal engineering, welding work

December 18

The howling of the wind gets stronger and stronger. Eerie. I have hardly slept a wink. At least I’m slowly making progress with the samples.

December 19

I spent half the day clearing paths. It is a Sisyphean task. As soon as I was finished, I had to start all over because everything was covered in snow again. And the worst is yet to come. If it goes on like this, I can forget about work for a while.

December 20

Jeff was on clearing duty today. He also said there was no point. After dinner, we agreed that we would only clear the paths to the important buildings, everything else would have to wait until the storm subsided. At least the dogs are having fun. And Lena. She built a giant snowman. Lena Fuchs is still a student and the youngest of our team, and you can tell. When I see her so carefree, I sometimes think I’m getting old...

The fact that Lena is here is not a matter of course. Normally, students are not accepted for research stays. However, Lena has excellent grades, so she was selected regardless of the usual rules. At least, that’s the official reason. For those who believe it. Her father just happens to have a lot of political influence and a ton of money. It would be a true miracle if he hadn’t set the whole thing up.

She’s supposed to help me with the measurements, but that will have to wait until the samples are sorted and the storm calmed down. In the first few weeks, however, I had already shown her how to operate the measurement devices. To pass the time, I’ve now given her a pile of papers to read.

December 21

We have a visitor. The last thing you expect at the South Pole in the middle of a snowstorm is a visitor. Her name is Veronica Edwards. She is British and works at the Umbrella facility nearby. She says she is a senior researcher. There’s been a virus outbreak. She hasn’t said what kind of virus it is, only that it’s not airborne and that the likelihood of her being infected is low. In general, she kept a rather low profile. However, she said that under the circumstances she cannot stay in the Umbrella facility. If she is infected with something, we can’t let her roam around freely, but not helping her is not an option either, so we put her in quarantine. Actually, that was her suggestion. Isaac* has prepared a room in the northeast storage building for the purpose. She waited in the snowmobile she came in. The building is quite large, and it also has a shower room and restrooms. Additionally, the supply in the northeastern storage building is largely separated from the other buildings, and we can lock an area from the outside. That could work. It was supposed to be modified into another research building this summer, but the modification has been postponed for another year or so. However, it has already been largely emptied. She said two weeks of quarantine would be enough. For the time being, only Isaac and Harry** will look after her. Isaac is our doctor. Harry has volunteered. They will stay away from the rest of us to minimize the risk of a virus outbreak during that time. In case of an emergency, they have walkie-talkies.

We have offered to contact Umbrella and tell them what happened, but Dr. Edwards said she had done that before she left the Umbrella facility. They’ll send people as soon as the storm subsides. If they’re taking so long, that must mean it’s not that bad, right? Or that it’s already too late, and there’s nothing they can do anyway. Shit. We’re not prepared for incidents like this.

* Dr. Isaac Copper physician, and by necessity veterinarian

** Harold Childs vehicle mechanic

December 21 Addendum I

I have to distract myself from the thought that the woman might have infected us all with some deadly virus. And I forgot to write that our new arrival is rather strange. She was at least wearing a jacket, but underneath, she had only put on a long purple dress, high-heeled shoes, and white velvet gloves. The clothes looked anything but cheap. She looked more like she wanted to go to a gala than work in a research laboratory. Who walks around like that in Antarctica? Well, maybe she wasn’t on duty when the outbreak happened. That would also explain why she managed to escape and, according to her own statement, is probably not infected. But even as casual wear, her outfit looks pretty bizarre in a place like this.

She had to wait quite a long time in the snowmobile until the provisional quarantine was ready. Wasn’t she cold in her thin clothes? She didn’t complain. And I couldn’t see any signs that she was freezing either. Admittedly, I kept a safe distance. Speaking of snowmobiles, judging by the tracks, she was driving as if she was drunk and almost crashed into one of the buildings. Can she just not drive, or are these signs that she’s not feeling well? A fever, perhaps?

Also, I remembered Doug mentioning in the first or second week that Umbrella isn’t even doing research at the facility anymore. It’s supposed to be a materials storage facility or something like that. Well, Dr. Edwards claims she is a researcher there. I’ll ask Doug about the facility again when I get a chance.

December 21 Addendum II

Nicky*** wanted to contact AAD and ask how we should proceed with Dr. Edwards. However, due to the storm, there is currently no way through with our communication system. Always at the best possible time, of course! At least it’s not broken. Nicky has checked it. In a few days, the storm should ease a little, although not stop. She’ll try again then. Until then, we’re on our own. As old as the communication system is, I’m not surprised that it doesn’t work currently. It probably dates back to when the station was founded in the 70s.

***Nicole Windows, telecommunications, electronics, computers

AAD = Australian Antarctic Division

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