#Dave York series

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MBFD - Chapter Ten: Even When Apart

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 5.9k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Mentions of separation/divorce, reader descriptions, dirty talk, sexting, male masturbation, spanking, praise kink, mentions of oral (m and f receiving), unprotected vaginal sex.

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A/N: soooo we planned out this chapter a hot minute ago, and expected it to be way longer. But I hope you enjoy it anyway my babies <3 I feel like having 14k chapters and then 6k chapters is a running theme in this series lmao

Also, sorry for the late post lovelies. But if you know me, you should know it’s a regular thing 😂😭

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“John,” He nods, walking down the hall. Just barely, the coffee in his to-go cup swishes inside, the contents still boiling. 

His coworker returns the friendly gesture with a smile on his face, asking briefly, “Dave, how’re the kids?” 

All he does is shrug, putting on a brave face. “Can’t complain.” But that’s the end of it. 

As he expected, life’s been shit since you left again. But he understands, he can’t exactly live at your apartment forever. At least, not yet. He has considered it, though. Over the past few days, he’s been researching homes, mainly condos and townhouses. It’s not likely that he’ll be sharing a home with Carol and his daughters for much longer, and maybe you’d be willing to move with him. But Dave’s waiting to bring all of this up. He thinks it will be best to do so toward the end of your trip. Which is in about… shit, three days. He can’t fucking wait. 

David is well aware that he’s living in a fantasy land. The two of you living together? Officially? It blows his mind to even think about it. At that point, Molly would have to know. There’d be no hiding it. But for now, he’s ignoring all of that. He’s choosing to bask in the peace you bring him. 

Settling in at his desk, he releases a heavy breath. Honestly, he doesn’t need to be here this early - he hasn’t needed to stay so late, either. But it gives him time away from the anxiety surrounding his family, and in turn, helps him relax. He’s good at his job and truthfully, figuring out how to quietly and expertly remove people from their own lives is easier than dealing with his current familial stress. It does, however, have one downside. It takes time away from you. 

“Oooh, who misses you?”

Immediately, you’re snatching your phone out of Angela’s hand, staring down at the screen to see the text Dave sent. Eyes widening, you feel a sense of heat run through your cheeks, and Molly notices, too. 

“It’s probably just Anthony.” Rolling her eyes, she moves into her next stretch, preparing for today’s warm-ups. 

“No, it’s not. I told you I’m done talking to him.” Trying to dull your annoyance, you turn back to your screen, smirking ever so slightly. He misses me? 

Frowning, Molly leans upright once again. “Well then who the hell is it?”

The quiet that follows seems to infuriate your closest friend, because she’s immediately trotting over to snatch your phone from your hand.

“Molly!”

“Miss you, princess.” She reads out loud, raising a brow. “How come I don’t know about this?” It’s easy to see now that Molly isn’t angry, she’s sad. She assumed you’d tell her about your next relationship. And all at once, the guilt you’d been pushing down for weeks bubbles into your throat again. 

“I, well, I just… I’m…” 

“That’s funny,” She cuts in, staring at the screen. “My dad’s name is Dave.” 

At first, you feel like an idiot. You really couldn't have changed his name? But as soon as Molly starts giggling, you release all your anxieties in one breath. 

“That’s so weird, is he my dad’s age, too?” She jokes, tossing your phone back to you while returning to her position. 

Chewing on the corner of your lip, you close your phone, shoving it into your backpack. “Maybe.”

“Wait, really?” Spinning on her heels, she darts back over, sitting on the floor in front of you. And a few other girls scooch in, too.

“Of course you’d be the one to go for older men.” Nora chimes in, causing you to turn your head.

“What? Why?” 

“Maybe it is Molly’s dad.” And now, everyone is turning to Lexi. “What? It could be!”

“Yeah, right.” Molly snorts, rolling her eyes. “Like that would ever happen.”

“It’s not her dad!” God damn, this is frustrating. 

“Whatever,” Molly groans, patting her hand on your knee. “Just tell us about him!”

Side-eyeing her, you grin, quickly glancing down at your hands. You almost can’t keep it in, your relationship with him. Not when everyone is so eager to know. Hell, you can do this, you can still keep this a secret. 

“Well… he is older. And, I don’t know… we’re still kind of… new.”

“Have you said I love you?”

“Well, yeah…”

“Awe! Wait, who said it first?” The girls seem ecstatic, but you can tell Molly is still pretty hurt. 

“Um… he did.” Your heart beats a little harder, thinking back to that night. 

“So it’s definitely not new.” Lexi adds with a few of your girls agreeing. 

“So, his name is Dave?” Molly inquires further, trying to ask the important questions. If you’re telling this guy that you love him, she should know more about him. “How did you guys meet?”

“Oh my gosh, what does he look like?!” Angela unexpectedly butts in. 

“We have a… a mutual… friend.” It’s all you could come up with. “And he’s tall, way taller than me. He has light brown hair and dark brown eyes…” Trailing off, you find yourself caught up in the thought of him. “He’s pretty strong…”

“You said he’s older, right?”

“Mhm,” Nodding, you shake yourself out of your thoughts. You just had an overnight trip with him not too long ago, you should be able to focus on your personal life. 

“Does he have a dad bod?” She’s grinning wildly, and now, every head is turned toward you. “Is he big?”

“Angela!” You scoff, still smiling. “Yeah, he has a dad bod…” Replying with a laugh, you turn away. 

“And?”

Raising a brow, you turn to face your teammates. “You think I’d be with him if he wasn’t big?” 

Everyone is giggling like little school girls, but Molly still can’t shake the feeling of being lied to. Why haven’t you told her about this? Are you not as close as she thought? 

“Go stretch!” You demand with a grin, shaking them off. “We have warm-ups in ten.” 

On the other side of town, Dave smiles down at his phone. Once you’d gotten a moment to yourself, you responded to him. I miss you too. 

He hasn’t seen your pretty face in days, not in person, at least. But he’s been thanking the lord for SnapIt. Wait, no… Snapchat? Whatever it is, it’s been his only way of actually seeing you. At home and in the office, he can forget about personal calls and video chats. But cute selfies and quick videos easily make up for all of that. 

“Jesus,” Giving his head a quick shake, he sighs, staring down at the video you just sent. 

You’re in the bathroom, the camera fixed on your reflection in the mirror. That smile lights up his entire life, and prompts his own to form, too. And while the short clip might seem sweet, it’s less than innocent. What you’re wearing immediately sets him off. 

“Remember this, daddy?” Comes your cute, girly little voice. 

With one hand on your phone, the other finds the edge of your skirt, twirling it slightly. Of course he remembers it, how could he not? The last time he saw you in your cheer outfit was when he came on it. 

His response is pretty simple, a picture of his work pants. Well, a specific spot on his work pants. With his hand holding his semi-hard crotch, he captions it with, think I’d ever forget? 

“Hey,”

“Shit!” Nearly jumping out of your skin, you turn, seeing Molly. “Oh, h-hey, hey Goof.”

She smiles sheepishly, “Texting Dave?”

For a split second, your eyes widen. But then you remember, she now knows your boyfriend’s name. How… strange. 

“Um, yeah.” It comes out as an awkward chuckle, quick to close your phone and put it away. 

“I… I was wondering.” Staring at the floor, she swallows, unsure of how to start this conversation. “Why haven’t you told me?”

“About Dave?”

“Yeah.” She nods, finally returning her gaze to you. “Did I, I mean… have I done something wrong?”

“What? No! No, not at all, Molly!”

“It’s just… I don’t know. You’re already saying I love you to each other, and… I just don’t know why you wouldn’t tell me about it.” 

Jesus Christ, what the hell are you going to tell her? Is this when it happens? When everything just comes out? When your insides spill out of your mouth like word vomit? Every single secret you’ve been hiding, now rushing to the surface?

“Honestly,” Laughing away your anxieties, you shrug. “I thought you’d think it was… too fast. After Anthony.” Okay, that was good. That was smooth. 

“Really?” Raising a brow, she shifts her stance. “I hate that guy. You being with literally anyone else is better than you being with him.”

You chuckle, eyes wandering. Not anyone else.

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide things from me.” Shrugging, she steps closer to you. “That’s all.”

Offering your best smile, you wrap her in a big hug. “Thanks, Goof.” 

And you want to stay true to your friendship, you don’t want to lie to her. There are days where you’ve thought about the outcome of your secret relationship, and it’s really torn you to pieces. In the end, you figure it’s best if she doesn’t know. Maybe it’s best if she never knows. 

A few buzzes from your phone end your brief moment, with Molly now back away. Pulling out your phone, you glance down, watching the screen light up with Dave’s name. 

“Well… I guess I’ll let you get back to it.” She chuckles, acknowledging the notifications. 

It’s weird, her finally knowing about this. And although she doesn’t know everything about this, her knowing some of it sort of… normalizes it. But you’re not exactly sure that’s a good thing. 

Before you can get a response out, she’s walking away. “Tell Dave I say hi.” She grins, shutting the door behind her. Now that comment, makes your insides twist tight. 

Doing as he says, you open the app, seeing another notification from him. And inside, you’re already full of butterflies, thinking about what he’s sent. 

This time, it’s a video. It starts out in the same position as the photo he sent, directed at his covered lap. But now, his hand is moving, slowly undoing his belt before pulling it open. Thick fingers then move to his zipper, pulling it down to reveal the pretty periwinkle underneath. But then it abruptly ends. Frowning, you close the app to message him, wondering if he’d intended to send more. But just before you can, another video loads. 

Groaning, David sighs, pulling himself out of his light purple boxers. He’s red, already dripping down the sag of his foreskin. Pulling it back, you can hear him gasp, a quiet noise as he holds himself in hand. 

“I miss you, baby.” His voice is low, but sweet. Gliding his thumb over the tip, he sighs again. “Miss the way you feel around me…” 

You’ve already spent at least ten minutes in here, so you’ll need to do this quick. And be creative. It’s not like you can just get naked in the middle of the bathroom, and you definitely don’t have the time for that. But Dave isn’t exactly a hard man to please. 

“Fuck me.” 

He thought the two of you were just having fun together, sending these messages back and forth. Sure he’d touched himself in a video for you, but he had no real intention of actually getting himself off. That is, until you sent an upskirt picture of yourself to him.

Your cheer uniform is clearly visible, and with your panties tugged to the side, he can see you perfectly. The smooth pinkness of your skin, just barely glistening for him. Jesus, he misses that, misses how it feels and tastes and smells. Fuck, he’ll have to convince you to give him your panties again, especially if you’re not sure when you’ll next see him.

Making sure to screenshot the image, he pulls it up in his photos, no longer having the Snapchat timer on it. Spitting into his palm, he stares at the screen, at the beautiful picture of your sweet, tiny pussy. It’s his, it’s all his, the entirety of your body. Your gorgeous tits and smooth thighs, the plumpness of your ass. All he wants to do is touch you, feel and grab on your most sensitive places. He loves your hips, loves digging his fingers into the thin skin, especially when he’s fucking you. Jesus Christ, it’s all he can think of, bending you over and taking you from behind, fucking you in his car, in the basement lounge of his home, anywhere secluded enough for him to have you.

Tugging on himself, he releases a rough sigh. Even though he has an entire office to himself, he still wants to keep quiet. He has absolutely no idea who could be walking the halls. Truthfully, though, it’s hard to do so when he has a woman half his age sending pictures from between her thighs. 

His head tilts back, resting on the upper portion of his chair as he spreads his legs further. Thrusting up into his palm, he gasps, continuously brushing the flat of his thumb over his leaking head. He just loves how you play with it, how you tug his foreskin back to suck and lick on it. The next time he sees you, he’ll demand it, shove you down onto your knees until you’re gagging on him. It’s what he’s wanted for days, it’s what he needs. 

Spit isn’t enough to be an adequate lubricant, nowhere near as slick as your cunt. It’s amazing to him, just how slippery you get, just how desperately you want for him. And he knows if you were here, you’d be doing this for him. 

Slamming the phone down on his desk, he finds his breaths becoming ragged, using his now free hand to cup his scrotum. He fondles the softness of it, imagining it to be you while he jerks off into his hand. Internally, he’s thinking about your mouth, about the way you swallow him. Even when he cums, you’re sucking it down, urging it to the back of your throat and Christ, just the thought of it is enough for him. 

It’s incredible how sensitive he gets, especially when he cums. He has to bite into his lower lip to keep himself at bay, to keep those whimpers from slipping out. Thrusting up into his own hand, he groans, eyes pitching shut with his brows furrowing just above. His mouth hands agape, unable to think about anything other than your pretty face. He can feel it oozing down the side of his hand, seeping into the cracks between each fingers, leaking over his knuckles. He never used to cum so much before you. 

“F-Fuck,” He grunts out, eyes shooting open to look down. 

Slowing his pace, he takes a breath, staring at his mess. Some of the warm, white goo is on his boxers, even his work pants, too. But he’s not frustrated about that. He’s annoyed about something else entirely. 

“Should’ve filmed that.” 

It’d be for the best that you accept her offer, you want to reassure her that your friendship is as strong as ever. But you just can’t bring yourself to. Dave’s presence is nowhere in that house, but Carol sure as hell is. She’s always complaining, whether it’s about Dave, or her work, or her friends, it’s always something. It’s never-ending. And you just don’t feel like dealing with that right now.

“I think I’m okay today, but thanks for askin’.” Is your final response, alongside a grateful smile. 

“You sure?” Molly inquires, shifting her bag on her shoulder. “You don’t want to hangout today?”

“Not today, babe. But we will sometime this week, I promise.” 

Honestly, you’d like to get home and eat. It’s been a long day, with an early practice and then another after your classes. You’ve barely had time for a latte and some crackers, and you’re starting to feel woozy from it. 

“I need to get home and eat. Talk to you later!” And with that, you’re hopping in your Jeep. 

Some days, it’s easy to get caught up in the world around you. With school and work and cheer and pom, Dave occasionally falls to the wayside. Even though you’ve been missing some classes and practices lately… But while these days come and go, he always wiggles back in somehow. Today had been busy, you weren’t able to respond to him after your flirty morning messages. But now that you’re driving home, finally on your way to relaxation, your head is full of him again. 

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey!” You’re giddy all over again, just hearing his voice. You’d decided to call instead of text, you missed his voice. “How are you?”

“Tired,” He groans, staring down at the paperwork he’d been tasked with. “How are you?”

“Tired, too. But I'm finally on my way home, think I’ll take a day off tomorrow. This week has been draining me.” 

“Just remember, we’ll get a break soon.” Smirking, he traces an imaginary shape onto his desk, sighing. 

“What do you mean?”

“Our trip, we’re leaving on Thursday.”

“Holy shit, I completely forgot! Fuck, I need a break.”

“You’ll get one soon, princess.”

The way he says it makes you sigh, releasing the stress of your day. His voice is smooth and reassuring, deep and just a little bit gravely. 

“I miss you.” 

“I know, honey. But I’ll see you soon.” 

“Tonight?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. I’m pretty busy, I’ll probably be home late.” 

Immediately, you have the thought of visiting him. You’ve never gone up to his work, you haven’t really had a reason to. But maybe you could surprise him today. 

“Okay, babe. Just get some rest, okay?”

“Sure, baby.” He chuckles, checking the time on his wrist. “We can talk more later, okay?”

“Okay,” Pouting, you pull into your parking lot, wishing the call didn’t have to end. 

“I love you, sweetheart.” He says it with intention, like he’s apologizing for your time apart. 

“I love you, too.” And while your response isn’t said as sweetly, he accepts it, promising to text you soon. 

As soon as the call ends, you’re scurrying inside to see what food you have. Instead of just visiting him, you figure you’ll bring him some dinner. He did say he was busy, maybe he hasn’t had the chance to eat yet. 

Thinking back to the first time he stayed in your apartment, you remember one of his favorite meals. Easily enough, you find noodles and alfredo sauce in the cupboard, and some frozen chicken in the freezer. 

“Who?”

“Dave York… does he, does he not work here?” It’s the third time you’ve had to ask for him, and everyone’s been acting super strange. 

“No, he does, he does. I just… are you one of his daughters?” And now, you freeze up. “I haven’t seen you before.”

“I’m… a friend. Can you just tell me where to find him, please?” Did it have to be that big of a deal?

Though, you suppose it should be a big deal. This isn’t just any office, it’s the office for the Central Intelligence Agency. Maybe you should’ve thought this through. 

“Sure… just let me give him a call. What was your name?”

Sighing, you hand your ID to the man at the front desk, watching him eye it while picking up the phone. He dials a quick number, Dave’s voice heard on the other end almost immediately. 

“Yeah, I’ve got a younger woman here that’s asking for you.”

At this, he sounds flustered, though you can’t quite make out what he’s saying. But then this man is repeating your name, and he goes silent. Shit, is he upset that you’re here? Maybe this was a bad idea. Shit, shit. 

“Ma’am?”

“Hm? Yes?” Startled out of your worried haze, the man says, “You can go in. He’s right down that hall, and to your right. Office number twenty-nine.” 

Raising your brows, you feel a surge of adrenaline burst inside. “Oh… okay, thank you.”

You’re very suddenly intimidated by your surroundings. Everything looks so… professional, monochrome colors and sleek lines, engraved name cards and security surveillance at every turn. Regardless, you make your way down, albeit with timid steps. And when you’re at his door, you take in a deep breath. Gulping, you lift your hand, knuckles knocking shyly against the door. 

“Come in.” His voice is deep, loud, demanding that you enter. 

Slowly, you twist the knob, urging the hunk of wood forward. Peaking your head inside, you’re met with an abundance of dark wood and grays. Wooden side tables and shelves, and further in, a dark wooden desk, too. 

“H-Hey, hi.” Grinning sheepishly, you fully make your way in, closing the door behind you. 

“Hey…” Standing from his desk, you’re not quite sure how to read his expression. Both hands fall to his shirt, fiddling with his buttons. “What…” Walking toward you, he exhales a nervous breath. “What’re you doing here?” 

“I, well…” Lifting the tupperware in your hand, you glance down, explaining, “I wanted to bring you dinner.” 

As soon as he sees it, his eyes are wide, lips parting slightly. “You… brought me dinner?”

“Mhm, I made it. It’s chicken alfredo, I… I thought you’d like it.”

“Baby,” And the way he says it prompts your eyes to return to him. “Thank you.” 

He takes the container so gingerly that you’d assume it was glass if you didn’t already know better. Spinning on his heels, he sets it on his desk, just as quickly turning back to you.

“Oh!”

“Thank you, baby.” Reaching out, he pulls you tightly into his arms, heart beating out of his chest. You can feel it against your own, your hands sliding up to wrap around his neck.

“Of course,” You’re flush from his reaction, beyond happy to see him this way. “I’m so glad you’re happy to see me.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He asks, loosening his grip to kiss your forehead. And then he’s turning, walking back to his desk.

“I don’t know, I’ve just never been here before and I got… nervous.” 

“You’re cute when you’re nervous.” He’s chuckling, opening up the container and grabbing the silverware you brought with it. 

Slinking into one of the chairs before his desk, you grin, watching him dig in. And in this brief lull, you take a look around his office, having wondered what it’d be like in here. All the lights are warm-toned, his shelves full of novels and his desk incredibly clean. Usually though, it’s quite messy. He’s lucky his secretary called first, it gave him time to hide a few things before you came in. 

“Did you eat?”

“Yeah, I ate at home. Don’t worry about me.” 

All he can do is stop and stare at you, smiling sweetly. No one’s ever been so thoughtful toward him before. In all their years of marriage, Carol never thought to do this. And if she did, she never followed through on it. 

“You’re so sweet, honey.” 

“Yeah well I try.” You respond, rolling your eyes with a grin. 

With an ounce of confidence, you stand, making your way behind his desk. Wrapping your arms around him from behind his chair, you lean down, kissing his cheek. 

“I was a little bit nervous, if I’m being honest.”

“Why?”

“Well, everyone knows I’m married, baby.” He laughs, thinking that was obvious. “And now I have some young girl bringing me food.” 

Shrugging, you grin. “Maybe they’ll be impressed.” 

Setting down his fork, he grins, turning a bit. “C’mere.” Grabbing hold of your hips, he pulls you into his lap, your back pressing against his chest. “I’m impressed.”

“With what?” You giggle, feeling his lips dragging over your neck. 

“How caring you are, baby.” Kissing your neck, he grins, hands unwilling to move from your hips. “I’m lucky to have you.” 

Tilting your head back onto his shoulder, you sigh. “I’ve missed this.”

“I know…” Dave groans, “I can’t wait to take you on this trip, do whatever I want with you for days.” 

“You could do whatever you want with me right now.” You return, eyeing him from the side. 

As if the sound was meant to directly ruin your moment, his work phone rings. And then, a notification pops up on his laptop. A work meeting.

“Yeah, not while talking to my bosses.” 

Frowning, you release a pouty huff. “Could I maybe… stay? I’ll be quiet, I promise!”

At first, he’s inclined to say no. He isn’t sure what this meeting is about, but… he could always take it on his AirPods, too. 

“Sure, baby. Just keep quiet, okay?”

Your face lights up at his words, nodding enthusiastically. Darting to the side, you grab a chair, pulling it up beside him. It takes all but two seconds for him to connect the call, popping in one of the small, white earbuds. 

It’s cute, really, how sweetly you cuddle up to him. But can you help it? Going days without him feels like a fucking crime. And since he’s not on camera, you really can snuggle him, looping an arm around his and nuzzling into his shoulder. 

Smiling, he enters the chat, happy to hear it’s about the upcoming trip. “Yeah, the tickets are set. Resnik checked into the hotel already, I’ll be meeting him early Friday. Yep, leaving Thursday night.” 

He’s going through the facts, just running over the plan, but even though the conversation is mundane, you couldn’t be more entertained. The smooth melody of his voice lulls you into relaxation, that baritone sound rumbling in his throat. 

Something about laying on the sturdiness of him, listening to him converse nonchalantly with his coworkers, it’s healing your inner child. Even though he’s at work, clearly busy, he still wants you here. He still does his best to make sure you know you’re loved. 

“Come here.”

“Sh!” You giggle, moving with him. “We have to be quiet!”

“I know that.” Dave grunts in response, pulling you into his body again. 

It all happened so quickly, him waking you up before leaving the office. You’re shocked that you fell asleep in the first place. Thinking back, you weren’t even that tired. Maybe he just made you that comfortable. 

“Doesn’t mean I can’t have my fun with you.” He finishes, biting into your neck. 

After he woke you up, he suggested that you come back to his home. Truthfully, it’s become far too easy for this to take place, for you to fuck Molly’s dad just down the hall from her bedroom. Coming home past midnight, he’s certain that his family will be asleep. And as long as you’re out before six the next morning, you’re in the clear. And anyways, he’d missed having you in his bed, beneath his body and hands. There was a point where you’d told him that you wanted a home, a home to share with him. And after that, he kind of lost it. 

At first, it was innocent, the two of you snuggling in your undies together. He locked the door after you were both inside, releasing a contended breath once he finally got to hold you. Dave wrapped the covers around the two of you, settling into his bed. But then you were shifting, trying to get ‘comfortable’, all while grinding back against him. 

“You know what I can’t stop thinking about? Your gorgeous fucking mouth,” Reaching up, he covers it with his palm, hissing into your ear, “And all the sexy sounds it makes.”

He’s holding you from behind, having shoved your panties to the side. Slipping himself out of his boxers, he slides along the slickness of your sex, grunting hot breaths directly into your ear. 

“Jesus, baby, you don’t understand. You can’t do that to me, you can’t grind that perfect ass against me. I just, fuck, I cum so fucking easy with you.”

And while he’s talking, only riling himself up, you’re still doing it, shoving yourself back against him. Both of your hands are clinging to his forearm, lungs doing their best to release quiet breaths. 

“Every time you leave, I think about you, baby. I think about you every goddamn second of the day. Think about your beautiful lips, tapping the head of my dick against them.” And that’s when you release your first, true moan, eyes fluttering just above his hand. “You want it, princess? You want me?”

It’s a smile whine, one accompanied with a nod, that you give in response. And with one small slip, barely adjusting the angle of his hips, he’s sliding in. It feels like it’s been forever since you felt him, the thickness of him splitting you open from behind. 

“Talk to me,” He finally gives in, taking his hand away. “Talk to me, baby.”

“Baby,” You nearly squeal, feeling his hips thrust into you. All at once, he’s forcing you to take him, every inch. And it burns but it feels just right. “Fuck, I need this.”

“C’mon,” Dave grunts, teeth dragging along your neck. Sliding one hand down, he smacks your outer thigh, demanding, “Grind yourself against me.” And like always, you give in. 

“More, daddy.” Already, your breaths have turned heavy, feeling his hips rotate against your ass. The sting of his slap still radiates along your skin, his fingers now pressing into the plump muscles he can’t seem to get enough of. 

“I can’t wait to give you more, I’ll give you everything.” He promises, huffing out a deep moan. “When we’re on our trip, I’ll taste you everyday, every goddamn day.”

“David,” He’s pumping himself into you, meeting the smooth rotation of your hips. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait to have your mouth on my cock again. Shove it down your throat and make you look up at me while you swallow.” He can’t even begin to tell you about the fantasies he’s dreamt up about this trip. “I can’t wait to take you with me.” 

“I…” Sighing, you smile. “I can’t wait, daddy.”

“Daddy’ll give you whatever you want, okay, baby? Whatever you need, it’s yours, it’s yours, princess. Fuck.” Sliding his hand down, he fondles your chest, gripping you in hand. “Maybe I can show you off, take you to some beaches and clubs.”

“R-Really?”

“Fuck yes, you think I’d pass up that opportunity?” You hate to say it, but feeling like a prize to him is making you drip. “Let everyone see the sexy little thing that’s with me… Fuck, you can be so dirty, can’t you, baby? Sending me pictures of your pussy, huh? Letting me see up your cheer skirt?”

“I, I want that. Want you to do that.”

“I already have.”

“No, baby…”

“What?” Pressing his nose into your cheek, he groans. “What do you need?”

“Want you to do that at our next game.” And you almost can’t help the wicked smile that forms on your face. 

“Yeah? At halftime? Just like how we first met?”

“Yes, baby.” The feeling of his cock dragging along your walls is almost too much when coupled with his words. And before you even realize it, your hips are stuttering in their motion.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Another harsh spank, one loud enough for you to worry. 

“Daddy,” 

“You like that?”

“You know I do.”

You can feel his stubble scratching along your jawline and cheek, his lips insistent in their kisses. But then he’s lowering himself, finding and then sucking on your neck.

“Do you like it, daddy? You like being inside me?”

“Fuck,” It’s a growl, one vibrating over your throat. 

At this point, he’s slapping his hips against you, diving deeper every time. 

“I loved sitting in your lap, daddy. Maybe I can do that more often at your office.”

“Maybe you can do a little more than that.”

You’re pulsing around him, trying to quiet your shrill gasps. Molly and Alice are just down the hall, and so is Carol. And to think you’re fucking their dad makes you hot all over again. It’s become so exciting. Hell, who are you kidding? It’s always been exciting. 

“I love you, sweetheart. You were meant for this, you were made for me. Even when apart, I still want you. I still need you.”

“I need you, David.” Clinging to his forearm, you release a soft moan, feeling his tip punch against your most sensitive spot. “I love you.”

“B-Baby,” He suddenly stutters, holding you tighter in his grasp. And you almost can’t breathe from it, can’t think of anything else but him. 

“I know, daddy. Will you cum inside me?” 

“Jesus,” Eyes rolling back, he grunts. “You’re perfect for me.”

The sloppy sound of your meeting sexes makes your face burn, and if it weren’t for the loud fan in David’s room, you’d be worried. It makes you grateful for the times you get at your apartment, where you can be as loud and sloppy as you want. And you’re sure this vacation won’t be any different. 

“I’m gonna take you with me,” He promises breathlessly, eyes pinching shut. His tongue is laving over your neck, lips kissing your jawline and cheek, moaning sweetly, desperately into your ear. “I can’t wait to take you with me.” In less than three sharp thrusts, he’s spilling into you, feeling the hot liquid rush out of his tip. It shoots into your center, the gooiness of it coating your insides white. His muscles turn to jelly, his once steady breaths now faltering, especially when you shove your hips back against him. 

“I love you,” He proclaims through his high, his voice and chest straining as he speaks to you. “I love you, sweetheart. You’re mine.” 

“I know,” You promise in return, nuzzling back into his barely-covered body. “I know, baby. And you’re mine.” Reaching around, your fingers find that soft, light brown hair, finding gentle purchase with it. 

“You’ll always be with me, I promise.” Kissing the shell of your ear, David sighs, basking in the sensation of your fingers in his hair. “Princess, I’ll take you everywhere.” 

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[josephquinnswhore]

THIRTEEN DAYS: chapter one - caught in the crosshairs.

Pairing: A Dave York Series x female reader.

Summary: Dave has a loose end to tie up. You get caught in the cross hairs of his secret work affairs.

Word Count: 3.3k

WARNING: reader gets kidnapped, put in a chokehold, slight mention of blood, murder, death of unborn child, guns, violence.

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Waking up at 05:00 am on a Sunday morning wasnt how you had expected to start the last day of your and Dave's childless weekend together. Hearing the soft and irritable murmur of Dave's voice lulled your body out of bed, the curiosity gives you strength to get out of the warmth and comfort of your bed that smelt of your and Dave's long night of pure ecstacy.

There’s a dim light coming from the kitchen. Not the kitchen light itself, but the light above the oven has been switched on, which emits a dull yellow hue that barely escapes the perimeter of the kitchen counter. He probably decided that light was best, in his attempt not to wake you. The small television in the kitchen buzzes to life as it finally connects to the news channel.

Dave hangs up the phone angrily, slamming it on the kitchen bench. He doesn’t need to turn to know you’re there, years of military experience have his ears trained to sense your presence. The tension leaves his shoulders as soon as your palms caress them, fingertips digging into his blue cotton dress shirt.

He was well dressed, leather belt and black dress pants accompanied the blue shirt.

“Tell me you’re not going to work Dave.”

Knowing you’re going to be disappointed is a fact that makes it hard to face you. But he has to. He shifts on one foot to rotate his body so he’s facing you, the stress on his face was engraved into the already permanent wrinkles on his forehead and eyes.

“I’m so sorry baby, you know I’d stay if I had a choice.” Calloused fingertips caress your cheeks as he cups your face in his large hands.

“You do have a choice Dave. You’re just not choosing me.”

Before Dave could reply, the news reports voice could be heard on the tv that caught her attention.

“And on this mornings news, the CIA are investigating a string of suspicious murders. Authorities say they’re looking into the cases, trying to see if any are connected.”

“Perhaps the world is just going mad, crisis and chaos seem to render the streets in this day. Police are encouraging everyone to install security measures to protect themselves and their homes. Stay safe out there folks, we’ll see you shortly with more news at 9.”

Dave turns the tv off with a soft groan, already expecting the worried look that’s etched onto your face.

“What the hell? Murders? As in multiple? What’s going on Dave?” Oxygen struggles to fill your lungs as you stand there, almost paralysed at the shock of hearing this for the first time.

Dave was never one to talk about work; he was always strict on keeping his work and home life seperate. That wouldn’t change now. Even if your pleading eyes pulled at his heartstrings, making him feel guilty.

“Please Dave.. something feels wrong about all of this, I don’t want you in the middle of this.” A tender hand on his chest comforts him. He knew he had to deny her the comfort of him staying home, of him not being involved.

He wasn’t just at risk of being caught in the crossfire, he was the one that ignited it all.

“Do you trust me?” He says firmly, searching your eyes. You were a bad liar, he knew if you were lying he would see it dancing in your eyes.

“Of course I trust you! This is just getting scary Dave! God what if they come after you, us? That sets a huge target on the backs of our children.” There was no lie he could detect, you were being truthful, of course you were.

Dave began finding himself wanting to withdraw from the conversation, he sighed in annoyance and checked his watch. Bringing the children into the argument was a line you’d crossed once before and he didn’t react well to it. He danced along the line of snapping at you and shutting you out.

“I’ll have one of my guys come help you do the errands today and pickup the girls. Don’t forget they need to be picked up by 2, sharp.” He snips.

By the time you’d realised what had been said, Dave was already infuriated.

A hopeful hand latches onto his forearm, guilt radiating off you like heat waves. “I shouldn’t have said that—“

Dave cuts you off, by checking his watch. “I’m late. We’ll talk about this mess later. Don’t forget to make sure those things I ordered for you are in your bag. Before you leave.”

Silently, you watch your fiancé leave the house, slamming the door in a trail of his annoyance.

That was not how you wanted things to go. Damn.

-

As soon as Dave stepped foot out of the house, the argument was forgotten, he had pushed it, and you to the back of his mind.

He needed a clear head for his the stupid shit he was having to deal with today. Loose ends.

They didn’t leave loose fucking ends. They were professionals.

“Guess that’s what happens when I leave it to someone fucking else to do the job.” He mutters angrily to himself.

He drives through the interstate, his fingers grasp his burner phone and texts his two accomplices and sends them the address of their next hit.

Traffic was light, he knew it would be. He knew this road like the back of his hand, every afternoon he would take this route, driving down every street, each lane way. Taking notes of people’s routines in the street so he knew when an appropriate time would be to approach the job; and how long he had.

He pulls up to the house, a small apartment; two large windows and an immaculate front garden.

05:20am.

He flicks through the files he has on the woman that had information on his last hit; two people that could identify two of his men involved in blowing up an apartment block two weeks ago.

She was pretty, in her thirties and had no children, a short term boyfriend and no other family.

He taps his watch irritably as he waits for the man to leave the house, he had left at 05:20am every morning, what was the hold up?

Finally. Seven minutes pass. 05:27am.

He sees someone exit the house, he hurriedly gets into his car, Dave knew the man was late as he pulls his car out of the driveway, the tyres of his sedan screech along the tar pavement as he takes off in a hurry.

“Fucked my time up, god knows how long I have now.” Dave huffs, sliding on a black hoodie and beanie, the material of the beanie warms his ears against the bitter morning breeze.

He checks his watch as he makes it to the front door, two minutes to sneak a hundred meters? He had to get back into shape.

Could he stop eating those damn muffins of yours—of course not. They were intoxicating. Like you.

“Fucking focus.” He whispers to himself, pulling out his gun from the back of his pants. Turning off the safety and cocking the gun was like second nature to him.

The front door is locked; an obstacle he expected but found annoying. There’s a side gate on the right side to the property, he picks up a stick and throws it into the backyard, waiting to see if any guard animals occupied the property.

Nothing.

He taps the gate softly enough for anything outside to hear. Moments pass and again, nothing.

His hands open the gate, preying it gently. It doesn’t squeal, thank fuck. The back door, luckily enough wasn’t locked. Unfortunate for the person inside, though.

Dave opens the glass sliding door, it rattles a little but he slides his way through the gap, the TV is on; a cooking show with two women demonstrate how to make the perfect curry with minimal ingredients.

He stops for a second, slightly amused that someone could be watching this as the crack of dawn. A loud yawn comes from the recliner in front of him.

The TV turns off. Dave’s reflection can be seen in the television and the woman sees him, Dave’s looking right back at her.

Before she can scream he grabs her from the back of the lounge, his hand tightly grips her mouth, holding her neck firm to the back of the headrest on the creamy leather of the recliner.

“Don’t make a fucking noise or I’ll shoot.” He warns cooly. He was calm, too calm.

“I need you to stand, hand up where I can see ‘em. No funny business.” He removes his hand slowly, she doesn’t scream.

He kicks the back of the recliner and the woman lets out a small noise of fear.

“Now!” He growls.

She gets up, holding her hands in the air, he needed confirmation this was the woman; that could destroy his life with one police statement, one witness count. One positive identification that would lead the investigation right to his doorstep. Where you were, his family, his girls.

It was her.

“Lacey. That’s you, right?” He keeps the gun pointed at her, steady.

“Y-yes that’s me.. I don’t know what you think I’ve done but—“ She caresses her stomach, her rounded swollen stomach, full of life, unborn life.

For the first time in his career, Dave hesitates. The gun drops an inch, his heart aches in his chest, deeply.

It was him, or her. His family or hers.

He lifts the gun to her head and shoots her, the silencer makes for little noise in the small house.

Bile rises up his esophagus. It burns as it rises hot and fast, he has to swallow it back down. A second round of burning sensation.

“Fuck.. fucking Christ!” He bellows, heaving shakily, he runs out of the house and out of the yard, slamming the gate shut, not bothering with the latch.

It was a sloppy job, he knew it. He had fucked up. Big time.

He texts the unknown number; the man who pays.

>”Comp.”

He received a new notification;

>”You’ve been paid $150,000 into your selected bank account.”

“Payments are getting low again. Gonna have to pickup some more work.” He sighs irritably and rings his most trusted companion.

“Hey, I need a favour today…”

-

You’re showering when there’s a knock on the door, halfway through conditioning your hair too, real convenient. Rushing through rinsing it out, you’re hesitant to even answer the door.

A robe is thrown on quickly, feet patting down the stairs furiously as you storm towards the front door; ready to give hell to whomever interrupts your shower. Your serenity. A place where every negative thought and ounce of anxiety is rinsed from your body and mind.

The anger and annoyance is drained from your body when you come face to face with Dave’s friend.

“Resnik, you’re early.” Checking your clock on the wall, it’s only 11:02am. “You’re not supposed to be here until 11:30?”

The man laughs, “I like to be punctual.” He looks at you in your robe and raises an eyebrow. “I can wait outside if you’d like until you’re.. decent?”

The heat in your ears warm with embarrassment as you step aside to let him into your house. “Oh.. oh no come in, make yourself at home, I’ll get dressed and we can go.”

The shame was overwhelming, Dave’s closest friend showing up and you’re in your robe, god what next. A distant chuckle can be heard from downstairs.

-

“Ready to go?” He perks up at your voice, a smile on his weary lips, cracked and dry. There’s a stale look in his eyes, as much as you want to ask, it’s not your business.

“Yes ma’am. Where’s our first destination?” You lock your front door and he leads you to his car, a black Range Rover, brand new and incredibly nice. The interior is a pale crème, the seats are fitted with leather and the car starts with a button.

“They must be paying you well.” It slips your mind, but looking at Resnik he doesn’t seem to mind.

“Some of us don’t have much to show for it. People like Dave are the lucky ones; family and a nice woman to go home to. That’s the goal isn’t it? Every man’s dream.” There’s a hint of bitterness in his voice that you don’t pick up on.

“I guess I never thought of it that way.” You mutter quietly, phone clutched in hand, starring at your screensaver. An image of Dave and the two girls; your whole world.

The ride wasn’t long; but most of it was spent in silence, until you pull up to the grocery store parking lot and Resnik turns to you, putting the car in park.

“Dave’s a good man. He’s faced some dark shit with the job he’s doing. You—he’s doing it for you and the girls, so you can have a good life.” He implores.

You knew, you know. Resnik could see it on your face, the regret, the anguish, the need.

Why’d you have to question everything? Dave was a good man. A great husband, and a wonderful father.

“Cheer up, we’re gonna have a good day.” Resnik chuckles, coming around to open up your door.

He helps you out of the car and takes your things to carry them, his arm is outstretched, gesturing to lead the way.

“After you, Mrs York.”

You roll your eyes. “Not yet I’m not, although you can’t deny how nice it sounds.”

-

A few hours had passed and shopping with Resnik was a breeze, he was helpful, had some good advise worth listening to and he listened intently without judgement, maybe he could’ve been a therapist in another life.

His phone had been buzzing in his pocket as they walk along the park pathway, a peaceful area where they’d ended up at the public bathroom, because you’d needed to use the loo.

“Answer it Resnik, I’ll hang by the pond. I think I’ll be okay without you for a few minutes.” You joke with him.

He hesitantly nods but answers the phone; muffled voices drown out as he walks a distance away to take the call. The ducks approach you, swimming in the man made lake that had a poxy chicken-wire fence around it. “I’m sorry buddy, I don’t have any food. See.” You hold out your bare hands, showing the duck an absence of food it begged for.

Scuffling on the cement path behind you scared the duck, furiously quacking as it flapped away, skimming the water, splashing your shoes as it flies away.

“Jesus Resnik, really?” You turn to see a man that’s not Reanik, fear grips you. Acting quickly with your fight reflexes, you quickly reach for your bag that had the pepper spray, you’re clutching your jeans as you remember Resnik had offered to hold it while you’d gone to the toilet.

Fuck.

“Aim for the liver.”

“The balls, the throat. Any cheap shot you can get. Scratch them. Anything you do makes a difference.”

“Just don’t fucking freeze.”

Dave had always said to you. Repeated it, made you swear to him you’d be vigilant.

Here you were, clawing and kicking and thrashing, landing only one decent elbow to his nose, blood trickles down his chin and he grunts angrily.

“You’ll pay for that! Fucking bitch.” The man spits at you, wrapping his thick bicep around your neck.. you fought, to stay conscious.

It took less than a minute for you to loose consciousness, the man drags you through the grassy area to his car and speeds off.

-

When Resnik returns it’s already been minutes since you’ve been kidnapped. The only trace of anything is the few large drops of blood, he kneels down to inspect them, they’re fresh. Still sitting on top of the cement, right where you were standing.

He looks around, he starts running frantically, out of breath when he lets out a small exhale, running a hand through his greying hair.

He texts Dave, again and again, trying to ring him with no answer.

“Fuck Dave! Pick up the phone!” He yells as his phone reaches Dave’s voicemail again.

-

Dave’s phone rings.

He’s in his car, driving along the interstate, coming back from a job. He and his colleges decided to drive in different cars, the less attention they got the better—four burly men wearing all black in a car full of weapons and suspicious items; tape, disposable gloves, military coding on their phones.

They’d been doing this for years and knew better than to be so stupid. The last thing he needed was someone fucking ringing him. Pinging his location close to the crime.

The adrenaline was still rushing through his veins, knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel, letting out a growl of frustration, letting the second call ring out; this time he saw it was his mother, and she’d left a voicemail.

“Dave pick up the damn phone. Your daughters mother hasn’t picked the girls up or contacted, and they’ve been waiting an hour. Call me back.” The annoyance in her voice is evident, frustration wearing thin. She snaps the last sentence and hangs up the phone.

His mother had never liked you; for some reason your absence only fuelled the distain she held for you.

Dave nearly rear ends a pick-up truck, the instinctive foot presses down hard on the break, barely preventing a collision.

The seatbelt tightens around his collarbone, car lurching as it comes to an abrupt stop. Barely two inches between the front bumper of his suv, and the towball of the pickup.

The light turns green and he puts his foot to the floor, in a panic, he begins racing to your shared home.

You were meant to pickup the girls, you’d never done anything like this; you wouldn’t. Dave knew deep in his aching bones that something was wrong.

He swerves through traffic manically, accelerating through yellow lights and taking corners above the suggested speed. He frantically fumbles with his phone, trying to dial your contact, when the phone slips through his fingers and onto the floor well at his feet.

He lets out a primal grunt; fingertips searching the rubber mat for his phone and he grasps it after a few seconds of searching.

Your phone rings, and he hears your voice. Your sweet tender, velvety voice on your Voicemail. “I’m sorry I couldn’t answer, please leave a message and contact number and I’ll get back to you.”

He dials it again.

Voicemail. He tries once more and this time is left with a message that makes his blood pressure rise, anxiety bubbling inside of him.

“This phone has been disconnected.”

He tears the black beanie off his head, hands slamming against the steering wheel in a fury. A few moments pass and he lets himself feel it; fear.

“Where the fuck are you baby?” He whispers to himself, his breath fogging up the inside of his windscreen. At this point he’s unsure if it’s the fog or his watering eyes that makes his vision unclear, probably a mix of both.

All of that nonsense was put into the back of his head as his thick fingers curl back around the steering wheel, a darkening gaze finding its place into his darkening brown eyes. Finding you was the only thing that mattered. You.

His phone buzzes, again and again.

Dave’s heart drops when he sees Resnik’s desperate texts, hearing the voicemail of his breathless voice, like he’d been running for miles.

“She’s fucking gone Dave—I took a call and she’s just gone.. there’s a few drops of blood but.. she’s just vanished. Call me back. Fuck dave pick up the phone!”

No. No. No.

Not you.

“You had one fucking job Resnik! Fuck!” He throws his phone to the passenger footwell and clutches his deeply aching chest with one of his trembling hands.

This couldn’t be nothing. This—this was a sign, you’d voice your concerns to him this morning and now.. you were gone.

Whatever it took, whoever he’d have to eliminate. Nothing stood in the way of him finding you.

—

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wildest dreams

series masterlist • dbf!Dave York x f!reader

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tags/warnings: explicit smut (18+ only, mdni), dbf!Dave, unhealthy relationship dynamic (reader becomes very dependent on Dave), dom/sub dynamics, angst, feelings, daddy issues, secret/forbidden relationship, corruption kink, able-bodied reader, reader has hair, no use of y/n, divorced Dave, Dave doesn’t kill people in this, more specific warnings at the start of each chapter

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chapter one: i can see the end as it begins

chapter two: no one has to know what we do

more chapters -> coming soon

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[wildemaven]

strangers : series | dave york

pairing: dave york x f!reader summary: one marriage. two strangers. 2000 miles and 7 days to reconnect. is it enough to repair the cracks in your relationship? series warnings: 18+ blog; vacation in California, established relationship/marriage, mentions of divorce, forced proximity, thoughts of/alluding to infidelity, marital arguing, heartbreak, feelings of loneliness, difficulties conceiving/talks having kids, drinking & smoking to cope, smut, dave is a workaholic dumb dumb, soft!dave, if dave is murdering we don’t know about it (equalizer 2 au) each chapter will come with their own specific warnings

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one | turbulence

two | poolside

three | fog

four | climax

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[punkshort]

18+ account - minors do not interact warnings/tags included on each individual work.

No use of Y/N in anything.

Thank you for reading ❤️

Series

The Way We Were - series [complete] : You worked for Joel and Tommy a few months before the outbreak. When the outbreak happens, you and Joel get stuck traveling the country and keeping each other safe. Neither of you spoke about the feelings you had for one another pre-outbreak, and in a post-apocalyptic world, it seems like survival should be your only focus. But feelings can't be ignored forever.

Look What We've Become - series [sequel to TWWW - complete] : You are tasked with taking a young girl back to her family while trying to salvage your relationship with Joel after certain events cause the biggest strain either of you have ever had to face.

I'll Be Home For Christmas [complete, but sporadic updates] Having just caught your fiancé cheating on you, you decide to come back home from the big city to Austin for the month of December to try to figure out your next step. You had no idea you would be getting more than you bargained for with the handsome single dad who built your parents' house.

Somewhere to Run - series [complete] : You move to a small town in the middle of Texas to escape your past and start over. You don't expect to fall for the town's handsome sheriff.

I Know Who You Are - series [in progress]: A fall on patrol causes you to lose your long term memory, forgetting the identities of your friends and loved ones. You have to learn all over again how to survive in a post-apocalyptic world, and you learn things about yourself along the way.

Roommates - series [in progress]: Your roommate, Maria, introduces you to her boyfriend's brother. You hit it off immediately, but when you find out the true nature of his profession, you both decide to remain just friends. But once the four of you eventually move in together, lines get blurred.

One-Shots/Requests

I hate when you're right : After a heated argument with Joel, you finally convince him to leave Jackson so you could explore a store for new clothes, and what happens could change your life forever.

Have A Good Night [coming soon]: Every week like clockwork, the same devastatingly handsome man comes into the grocery store where you work to buy flowers. It's not until he asks you out when you realize the flowers aren't for his wife or girlfriend.

One-Shots/Requests/Collections

The Stranger: An unexpected visitor barges into your new apartment, turning your whole life upside down, then disappears just as quickly. Or does he?

-> Unveiled - pt. 2 of The Stranger

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Precious Possessions Series Master List

Series Summary: Work conferences were supposed to be boring. A Meeting with a mysterious man sets your life on a very different trajectory

Pairing: Dave York x F!Reader, No physical description except reader has longish hair

Rating/Warnings:🔞 Under 18 do not enter🔞E is for Explicit! Sex, Violence, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Light BDSM, No use of Y/N EVER, EVER, EVER! Not beta'd, sorry!! All funky grammar and spelling stuff is my own fault

I will try my best to update this monthly.

UPDATED 04/15/2024

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Epilogue

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FLORA & FAUNA MASTERLIST 💐

💐 A collection of Pedro Boy stories featuring flowers. Smut -🌶 Soft - ☁️

Helianthus - Ezra 🌶

Azalea - Lucien Flores 🌶

Rockford & Roses - Tim Rockford ☁️

Sweet Pea - Joel Miller

Poppy - Frankie Morales

Heliotrope - Jack Daniels

Daisy Chain - Dieter Bravo

Hibiscus - Dave York

Pink Velvet - Marcus Pike

My Tiger Lily - Pero Tovar

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[pedropascalsx]

A Game of Cat and Mouse. {Dave York x F! Reader.}

Summary: Dave catches up to you after weeks of no intimacy.

Warnings: Restraints, male oral, female oral, some fingering, p in v sex, come eating, some fluff and a general filth.

(if i've missed anything please tell me!)

Chapter: 8 of 12 of the appreciation series!

Word Count: 2.5k - short and sweet!

A/N: Unbeta'd - this is just porn. there’s no plot, they just fuck. i hope you enjoy.

The last few weeks had been tense to say the least, but things had started to calm and a new beginning had started to settle.

But with new changes come complications and the past few weeks had meant you barely had a moment to yourself, putting in extra hours for the girls and taking them out when delicate conversations needed to be had.

And having little to no left time for yourself, meant absolutely no time for anyone else and frustrations were beginning to show.

A few nights previous Dave had practically ripped the door of its frame to get to you, pawing frantically at your clothes and it looked like you were both finally about to get a little relief but a large sob from down the hall followed by a lot of wailing had ripped the moment from you both.

And ever since he’s looked at you in a way that can only be described as pure hunger.

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The house was quiet. Eerily so. It had felt like weeks since you’d heard the sound of silence and it sent a shiver down your spine.

You weren’t alone, Dave’s keys on the countertop were an obvious sign, but he was nowhere to be seen and that sent another shiver down your spine.

At first searching for him was genuine curiosity, there was no sound coming from his office and the door was wide open so you could see he wasn't in there.

You took a few quiet steps down the hall and popped your head into the dining room and found it empty. You called his name a few times and was met with the same silence ringing in your ears.

It was only when walking back into the kitchen you saw it, sitting next to his keys and clearly put there for a reason; the black hair ribbon from that day. The day he had walked into his home office, gently pulled your hair behind your head and fucked your throat so hard that it made your thighs wet with slick.

You fiddled with it for a few moments in your hands, letting your fingertips smooth across the silk before the sound of footsteps entering the room stole your attention.

He said nothing as you looked up at him, standing quietly and rapping his hands gently against the wooden door frame.

Sensing what he was wanting you to do next, you gently brushed your hair back behind your head, keeping your eyes locked with his and tied your hair back neatly with the hair ribbon.

He took a single step forward and his name fell from your mouth and it felt like you were finally about to take weeks worth of frustrations out on each other… anticipation flooding the air, clothes ready to be ripped off and just as you were ready to launch yourself at him, the unwelcome chime of the doorbell rudely pulled your back to earth.

The groan that came from his throat made your knees weak, he muttered something filthy under his breath before marching towards the throat door and ripping it open, leaving you there gasping for breath and pulling at the sleeve of your cardigan.

And suddenly a plan fell into place, you unbuttoned the front of your cardigan and let it slide over your shoulders, falling to the floor. Before tiptoeing up the stairs, shedding your vest top and leaving him to find before sneaking down the hall into the linen closet.

You heard the door shut, a few footsteps and then a frustrated call of your name. But you remained silent, listening carefully for his footsteps to resume and suppressing a giggle as he climbed the stairs. Your pussy clenched as he growled your name, after bending down to pick up your discarded top. You watched him through the crack in the door, and quietly you started to push your pants down your legs, ready to leave them for him to find in a different location.

He stormed towards your bedroom door and as he pushed your door open and stepped inside you took the opportunity to run across the hall into the family bathroom. Dropping your pants and hiding quietly behind the door.

“Are you having fun, my love?” Dave calls, frustration evident in his voice. “Do you think this little game is going to be worth the punishment you’ll pay, when I get my hands on you?”

You bite down on your lip as you think about what’s to come, hoping you can slip out of the bathroom and into your bedroom as he approaches the linen closet you left wide open. “Where are you hiding, little girl?” He growls, “If you don’t want this, all you have to do is say.”

You know what he’s doing, he knows what he’s doing, he knows you’re positively gagging for it and there’s no way you’re going to say otherwise. But right now, you’re having just a little bit too much fun, messing with him.

You pull your phone out of the pocket of your pants and text him a single word. Cold.

Biting down a sign of relief as you hear his footsteps take him down the hall, waiting until you hear them descend on the stairs before pushing open the door and running towards the master bedroom.

Squealing as you hear him change his direction and quickly begin to gain on you. Growling your name as he picks up his pace, squeezing in through the door before you have time to shut it.

And now here you are. Stood directly in front of him. Dressed only in your panties, chest heaving up and down as a few nervous giggles slip through your lips.

“Do you want to escape?” He asks you slowly. Each word feels like it’s been dipped in honey, and he knows he’s got you exactly where he wants you, when you immediately start to shake your head.

“No.” You say quietly, still slightly shaky your head.

“No, what?” He says, before raising an eyebrow.

“No, I don’t want to escape… sir.”

“Didn’t seem like that to me,” he says with a sigh, before loosening the tie he put on barely an hour ago. “Seems like you might try to do it again… and I can’t be having that, my filthy little love.”

He looks you up and down a few times, before reaching out and lightly brushing your nipple with the tip of his finger, before slowly circling you, like a shark taunting its prey.

“You look good like this,” he praises, before ordering you to put your hands behind your back. Circling you again but this time with intent, stopping still when behind your back and pulling his tie the rest of the way off. He gently binds your hands together before pushing you down on your knees, grinning as you start to mumble his name. “Be glad you got to tie your hair back before I tied your hands.” He chuckles.

You kneel quietly, watching as he walks back in front of you and crouches down. “I was just going to give you everything you wanted,” he says with an exaggerated pout, “But now, my love, I guess you’ve got to earn it.”

His hand gently grips onto your jaw, tilting it upwards before it slides down and rests softly around your neck. He moves his face forward enough for you to press your lips to his before pulling back and squeezing his hand gently. “Earn. It.”

Without another word he shoots up to his feet, unbuckles his belt and rips it’s free from the loops of his pants. Dropping it without care on the floor next to you, before unzipping his pants and revealing his rock hard cock. You think he’s going to shove it in your mouth, and you immediately open up to take him but he just laughs. Languidly stroking himself and watching your desperate tongue dip in and out of your mouth as you silently plead for him to feed it to you.

“Beg.” He spits. “I said you have to earn it. So fucking beg for it.”

“Please,” you say, as he reaches out to hold your chin in his hand, smirking as he feels it tremble. “Dave, please.” You repeat, over and over in between a bunch of incoherent and desperate pleas fall from your lips.

After what feels like forever, he moves his hand to cup your face and feeds his cock into your mouth with a grunt. Growling your name as you wrap your lips around it with delight, bobbing up and down at a pace that’s comfortable for you and squealing as he pushes deeper. “I know how well you can take it,” he grits out at you, “Don't hold back on me, baby girl.”

You tug desperately at the restraints keeping your hands from holding onto him, and he chuckles down at you. “I’m not untying your hands until you prove you’re not going to run from me.”

His cock being still shoved in your mouth prevents you from speaking, so you respond with a roll of your eyes and he responds by pulling back and snapping his hips forward. Grunting again as he pushes deep, past your tonsils and right to the back of your throat. “Roll your eyes again,” he taunts, “I’ll cum down this pretty little throat and leave you tied up for the rest of the day.”

He finds a comfortable pace, rolling his hips back and forth and praising you as you hollow your cheeks around him. His hand is holding onto your ponytail as he works you up and down his length.

“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs as he pulls himself free of your mouth, groaning slightly at the loss of you around his cock. “Don’t run from me, baby.” He says softly as he drops to his knees in front of you. “Don’t do that.”

“Never,” you mumble quietly, before letting him capture your lips in a bruising kiss, one hand carefully placed on the small of your back and the other around your ponytail. Holding you tightly against him as he licks deep into your mouth.

Wordlessly he breaks the kiss, and pulls you both up to your feet, before carefully untying your hands and walking you back towards the bed. “I’ve missed you.” You say against his lips, before he presses you back down onto the bed.

He hums quietly, before peppering a fleeting kiss on your mouth, and slowly dragging his lips down, stopping at your breasts and taking a nipple into his mouth. His tongue gently circles the soft bud, before lightly nipping his teeth around the hardened bud. He drags his tongue across and pays the other the same attention, chuckling at your soft gasps.

He’s slow, his tongue continues dragging downwards and you’re entirely at his mercy, murmuring his name softly and tangling your fingers in his hair. He kisses just above the waistline of your panties, before pulling away. “Do you think you’ve earned my tongue?” He taunts, softly, finishing his sentence with a faux pout.

“Yes,” you say, far too quickly, pulling a chuckle from him.

“I don’t know,” he says with a sigh, “You ran and hid and made a mess with your clothes at the same time.”

“It’s not hiding if I left a trail for you to follow,” you whisper down at him, and a smirk spreads across his face.

He doesn’t say anything else, he just pulls your legs apart and buries his face in between your legs and inhales. Groaning at the scent of you and how you’re dripping with arousal. He mouths at you, over the lace of your panties and you’re immediately begging for more.

He could deny you but he doesn’t, instead he pushes your underwear to one side and flattens his tongue against you. Slowly dragging his tongue up and down a few times before focusing on your clit. Each flick of his tongue is heaven, his mouth is giving and generous, and every movement is designed to have you drowning in pleasure.

The second he sees your thighs begin to shake, he chuckles into your core, before pushing two thick fingers inside of you and curling them up in that blissful spot. He keeps the same glorious pace of his tongue as he starts to thrust his fingers, twisting his arm and ensuring that he never misses that spot. Your hands tug at his hair as your orgasm starts to power through you, making your chest heave up and down and your mouth spill the most gorgeous sounds he’s ever heard.

The squeal of his name that he pulls from your throat sounds like heaven, and he pulls it out of you over and over as he works you throughout your high.

He pulls his fingers out of you and gives your clit a few more lazy sucks before tasting you from his fingers, ensuring to lick them clean as you lay there sated. Still riding the high of your orgasm.

He stands over you, watching you catch your breath, his hand sliding up and down his length as he does so. “My filthy little love.” He murmurs before letting himself go and hooking his arms under your knees and pulling you down the bed.

“Gonna fuck you into this mattress,” he growls, “Make this perfect pussy come over my cock, fuck, feel it get even fucking wetter.”

His fingers reach down into your slit, gathering up some of the slick that’s still steadily leaking from your fluttering hole and he generously cuts himself with it, before pressing the head at your entrance.

“You want it?” He mocks, and slightly pulls his hips back and the desperate way you react to him.

“Please,” you plead, voice thick with need and he’s not about to deny you. With one harsh thrust, he slots himself in, absolutely choking at the way your walls immediately grip onto him and you clench around him.

“There’s my girl,” he praises, waiting a few seconds until he’s happy that you’re ready and building a pace that has you dizzy and delirious with pleasure. He wets his thumb and presses it against your clit, drawing slow circles that are almost painful with how fucking good it feels as he slams his hips back and forth. Grinning as your mouth lets out a symphony of pleasured moans, soft gasps of his name and curses.

His hips stutter as you start to cum, a stream of liquid covering him before you clamp down hard, your body moving up off the mattress as you become overwhelmed with pleasure. You feel him everywhere and it’s still not enough. He keeps rocking his hips the best he can, waiting for you to ease up and then when you do he immediately resumes his pace, chasing his high and triggering another orgasm in your blissed out and exhausted body as he starts to fill you with rope after rope of his cum.

He drops down on top of you, making sure to capture his weight onto his arms before nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “I really missed you my filthy little love.” He growls as you erupt into a fit of giggles, loving the way he groans at your pussy glittering around him as you do so.

“I missed you too, my love.”

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But it was Dave York-#96 from smut prompt list.

96. “I had this dream and- fuck- you couldn’t keep your hands of me.”

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MBFD One-Shot: Obsessed

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 4k (on the dot, oof)

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, spanking, dry humping, degradation, oral (m receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, rough sex, brief mention of anal sex, and a wet dream

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A/N: This is a dream David has when he spends the night at reader’s house in Chapter Seven: Sweet To Me (;

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“Please David? Please?” 

He turns his head, looking over to you. Still resting his back against the headboard of his bed, he feels… perplexed. You’re wearing nothing but your pretty, soft, lavender panties, along with a simple, white bralette. Your hair is down, beautifully so, flowing around your face and over your shoulders. It’s mesmerizing to him, your gorgeous figure, your heavenly smile. You’re like a siren, calling him out to sea. He shouldn’t do this with you, it’s what he thought the first time he kissed you. That sinful sense, that feeling of taboo still lingers between the two of you. But it doesn’t deter either one of you, it only serves to excite you.

“Please what, princess?” he asks with genuine curiosity. 

“Let me touch you.” comes your immediate response, teeth nibbling on your lower lip. “Please… daddy.” 

“Oh…” that fucking word, he sighs audibly at the sound of you saying it. “You want to touch me?” 

You’re crawling toward him over the side of the bed, slowly making your way to his lap. He watches in awe as you finally approach him, his eyes glued to your angelic face. Swinging your leg over both of his own, you settle your center just above his. With natural ease, both of David’s hands fall to your hips, fingers sliding along the crease of your thighs as they flex slightly beneath him. 

“Sweetheart,” he sighs, the sound rough and low beneath a quickly forming and incredibly sinister grin. 

“You’re all I think about, daddy.” you sigh, running a finger down his chest. You then lean in, bumping your nose softly with his. “I love how you feel, how you taste…”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” you nod, grinning before him. “Inside my mouth, in my pussy… have you ever wondered how it’ll feel if you put it… somewhere else?”

“Oh, fuck.” his jaw falls slack as he sighs, lips parting slightly at the mere thought of it. He’s fantasized about the act before, fucking your ass, but he’s never talked to you about doing it. 

“I just want to feel you, daddy.” your hands run up his chest, along his shoulders and neck. “Wanna feel your body, make you feel good.” 

David’s chest inhales deeply, that same breath exhaled with force. It’s only been a few minutes, and you’ve somehow managed to really rile him up. 

“Can I suck on you, daddy?” Finally, you tell him what’s on your mind. 

“Oh Jesus, baby.” he rolls his eyes dramatically, your request sending an erotic shock through his system. “Really?” 

“Really.” you confirm with a smirk.

“Hm,” he sighs again, tilting his head to the side. 

He’s never seen you like this before; you’re all over him. He knows how attractive you find him, but you’ve never acted like this before. It surprised him at first but now, it’s starting to fill him with an incredible sense of confidence, of dominance. 

“I want you, please.” you whine out, blatantly gawking at his figure, your hands roaming his torso.

When you aren’t instantly granted your wish, you quietly whine. Your sound only makes him grin, your eyes innocent when they flash back up to his. Dave analyzes your features, the color of your hair, the shape of your mouth and eyes, the way your nose curves, the small pout to your smooth lips. 

“You’re such a pretty girl,” he praises, his voice already raspy. And then he lifts his hand, placing it on the side of your jaw. “My pretty, whiny little girl.” 

“Daddyyyyy,” it’s said as an impatient whimper, your eyes unmoving as they stare into his. 

He looks so good like this, so mature and business-like. He’s dressed in his work attire, as if he’d just gotten home. His blue button-up, his black slacks, his jawline clean and hair styled nicely. It makes your mind run wild with thoughts, fantasies, every single one centered around him. 

“I want you, I want you…”

Your hands slide up to his face, tilting your head to the side to kiss his jawline and neck. You can feel him smile beneath your lips, the pull on his mouth and the rise of his cheeks. As you continue to move, he tilts his head to the side for you, allowing you better access to the skin of his neck. 

“You do, huh?” he asks you, speaking with confidence now. The rumble of his deep voice vibrates against your lips as they continue moving over his throat. 

“Mhm,” you whine, mouth still focusing on him. 

One of his hands leaves your backside, rising to pet your hair. It then lands on the back of your head, keeping your lips against his neck. And by the way you’re kissing him, sucking on him, he can tell they’ll be marks when he lets you back up. 

“Tell me more,” Dave coos to you, the hand on your backside having its fair share of grabs. “Tell daddy all your slutty little thoughts… you know I love to hear them.” 

“You do?” 

“Of course I do,” he grins, licking his lower lip. He can already feel his excitement getting to him, a small pulsation now emanating from his groin. 

“And maybe,” he adds on, “if you’re good enough for daddy, he’ll make each one come true.” 

His words make you smile, arousal burning inside you. The air he now exudes is incredibly cocky. At first, he was unsure of what was happening, but now… he’s more than eager to listen to you; to use you. 

“I want to touch you,” it’s hurried out, your mouth sliding over the tawny skin of his neck, your teeth scraping over him. “I want you in my mouth, wanna lick you, baby.” 

Slightly, your hips move, rutting gently over him. And as soon as you do it, his other hand flies down your body, too. Both of David’s large palms squeeze your backside, fingers digging into your soft flesh. 

“More, baby.” he urges you, shoving your hips over his crotch. “Tell daddy more.” 

“I wanna suck on your tip, feel you throb on my tongue.” The hands that had been on his chest rise to either side of his handsome face, pressing your forehead to his as you grin.

“There you go.” he happily praises, leaning in to kiss you. But it’s only one, and it makes you release a disappointed sigh. 

“Daddy, I want it, please.” 

“I know you do,” David responds slowly. “And I’ll let you have it, sweetheart. Daddy’ll take care of his needy girl…” 

Just barely, his fingertips slide forward, following the curve of your ass down to your pantyline. To his delight he finds you wet, those light purple panties becoming dark with your excitement. At this knowledge, he sucks in a helpless breath, ecstasy shivering through his limbs. 

“Oh,” you gasp, feeling him spank you passionately with both hands. 

“Tell daddy just how needy you are for him.” with force, he pulls your hips forward again, the thickness of him pushing against the fabric of his pants. “How needy your tight little cunt is.” 

“Oh…” you gasp again, feeling his hands force you onto his lap over and over again. 

“I said tell me.” he seethes, staring directly into your eyes. 

“I’m needy, I’m needy for you.” you quickly comply, licking your lower lip. 

Now of your own accord, your body moves against him, sliding back and forth over his hardening crotch. And your verbal and physical compliance makes him grin. The look on his face makes you timidly duck your head, resting it in the crook of his neck once again. Your arms loop around his neck as well, clinging to him while using his lap for stimulation. 

“I know you need my cock; oh, baby, can’t you feel it throbbing? It’s throbbing for you, sweetheart.”

“Mhm,” you nod against him, gasping quietly. “I feel it, daddy.” 

By now, the wetness growing between your legs has increased to the point that it’s staining his clothes. You’re leaking on him, and in turn, he’s leaking onto himself. He can’t take it, he can’t wait anymore. 

David’s hands abruptly leave your backside, moving between your legs to fumble with his pants. It’s a sloppy maneuver, his hands hurrying to get his belt and zipper undone. But as soon as his pants are open, the thickness of him fills his hand, fingers gripping tightly. 

“Oh…” he sighs, dropping his head back. 

“Daddy…” you glance down, watching as he takes himself in hand. 

By the time you look down he’s already stroking himself, his tip red and drooling profusely from your attention. He moans for you, still resting back against his headboard. 

“Rub yourself against it, princess.” he suddenly demands, his words making your eyes return to his. “Make it wet for me.” 

“Hm…” you giggle happily, glancing down as you lift your hips to move against him. 

But the moment is interrupted when David abruptly grabs your face. Hand on your jaw once more, he forces you to look up at him, his fingers and thumb digging into your soft cheeks. It’s so sudden and harsh it makes you gasp, your sweet eyes looking into those dark and predatory orbs. 

“I want you to look at me while you do it.” he tells you sternly, intensely, eyes black and cold. 

“Okay daddy,” you immediately reply, heart pounding in your chest from his grip. 

“Yeah…” slowly, he lifts his chin up and down, watching your pretty smile while you move. “Rub my cock through my clothes princess, play with it, feel it get hard for you.” 

Your wet panties slide across his tip, and it makes him ache for you. You do as you’re told, too, your gaze only leaving his when your doe-like eyes decide to blink. 

“Does that feel good, daddy?” 

“Oh, yes baby.” he swallows thickly, licking his lip. “Yeah…” 

“Oh…” you moan delicately, your head falling back to expose your neck. Ever so slightly, you puff out your chest, the beautiful curves inching closer to his face with every additional deep breath. 

“That’s it sweetheart, sit on daddy’s lap and rut against my cock.” His voice is low, breathy. “Don’t forget to look at me with your desperate little eyes, baby girl.”

When you don’t respond in time, he grits his teeth, reaching up to grab your neck. “Are you listening to me, my sweet doll? Are you listening to daddy?” 

“Yes,” you nod your head rapidly in response. “I won’t forget, daddy. I won’t look away.” 

“That’s so good, princess. That’s so good… my pathetic little princess, humping daddy’s lap…”

The quicker your hip movements become, the more aggressive he gets. And that’s just what you want; he’s so incredibly sexy like this. How is it possible for him to praise and degrade you at the same time? And how is it possible for you to be fucking addicted to it? 

“Show me how you do it, baby.” he breathlessly demands. The fingers on your throat loosen their hold, two of them creeping up to tug on your bottom lip. “Show daddy just how you like to suck on him.” 

“Oh,” you barely have time to whimper before he’s shoving them into your mouth, an airy chuckle leaving his own. 

You do your best to wrap your lips around his digits, feeling him slide them in and out. He can hear your wet sucks as you do it, can feel your tongue wiggle beneath the pads of his fingertips. 

“Look at that… you’re already so cock dumb, aren’t you?” 

“Mhm,” rapidly, you nod, staring into his eyes while you suck on his fingers. And amidst all of this, you still haven’t stopped rolling your hips over his lap. 

“Daddy’s dumb little doll.” he sighs, an arrogant half-smirk decorating his lips. When he hears your high sigh, he tilts his head, furrowing his brows slightly. “You like when daddy calls you names, babygirl?”

Again, all you can do is mumble around his fingers and nod. You want to speak, want so badly to verbally answer him, but you won’t. He didn’t tell you to. 

“You look so fucking cute sucking on my fingers.” he lets out a hurried breath, giving his head one quick shake as he stares at your beautiful face. 

“Fuck,” finally, he rips his fingers from your mouth. “Do it, baby. Go on, suck on daddy.”

His hands are pushing you off of him, forcing you backwards and onto the bed. Scrambling onto your hands and knees, you shimmy excitedly to the space between his legs. Without being prompted, you lean in, grabbing him gently as your tongue flicks over his foreskin. 

“Fuck,” he seethes, his hips shivering slightly from the sensation. 

Tugging down, you expose his tip, your soft lips now sucking it into your mouth. 

“Oh my god,” Dave throws his head back, one hand flying to the top of your head. “Lick it baby,” he huffs out, his chest puffing out before deflating back down. “Lick my foreskin.”

“Hm, daddy…” you sigh, eyes fixed on him and only him.

You do as you’re told, sticking your tongue out and flattening it on the underside of him. Slowly, you drag it up, your wet tastebuds running across his foreskin.

“Yes,” he grunts, his fingers sinking into your hair. “Baby, that’s so good.”

While you intended to begin slow and sensual, David is too impatient for that pace. The hand he has on your head forces you down when you return to his tip, forcing you to take him whole. But you gag slightly, coming back up halfway. 

“Come on, baby.” he encourages you, his other hand reaching out to cup your cheek. “You can fit more of daddy’s cock in your mouth; I know it.” 

“Mm,” you gurgle around him, embarrassed to admit that you’re drooling already. But you give in, allowing his length to slide into your throat.

“Fuck,” Dave’s eyes pinch shut, feeling your slick throat suck him deeper inside. 

He continues moaning, using his hand to bob your head up and down on his cock. And you let him use you like this; after all, it’s what you wanted. 

“Oh princess,” he chuckles, now looking down. “Your pussy left a mess all over me.” 

Neither of you had noticed until now, but there are dark patches all over the crotch of his work pants. Even though they’re black, you can see the wet splotches surrounding his zipper and button. The realization makes your insides burn and your cheeks feel hot, the sensations shooting straight to your center. 

“Jesus Christ, fuck me…” looking further down, he can see your ass slightly in the air as you bend over his crotch. And as he continues pushing your head up and down, he can see your backside jiggle slightly with each move.

“Ngh,” he groans, yanking your hair up to pull you off of his crotch. 

“Daddy?” you ask curiously, your breaths escaping you entirely. 

David doesn’t answer you, he just surges forward to grab you. His hands immediately find your bra, sliding over the front cups and to the back to remove it. You allow it to slide down your arms, wanting nothing more than to show yourself to him. 

“Let me see you,” he demands roughly, his large palms pawing at your chest once it’s exposed. 

“Baby,” you hiss pleasurably, leaning into his touch. 

He’s not timid or gentle, he’s taking what he needs from you. 

“Turn around.” 

You’re so wrapped up in the moment that you don’t totally compute what he just said; you’d been focusing on the way his chest moves, the veins protruding in his neck. 

“You’re going to make daddy angry if you can’t listen.” he growls, grabbing your jaw once again. “I said… turn around.” 

His hands drop to your hips before you say anything in response to him, urging you to move into the position he’s requested of you. And as soon as you do, he places a hand on the center of your back, shoving you down. 

And that’s when he realizes where the two of you are. You’re in his master bedroom; Carol’s room. 

Once you’re leaning on your elbows, you’re able to briefly gain your bearings. When you look up, you notice there’s a mirror in front. And as soon as you realize that, your eyes look higher up to see Dave kneeling behind you. 

He side-steps out of his pants, tossing them onto a rug beside the bed. His eyes are staring at your body, hands rising to grab the tantalizing curves of your ass. 

“Tell me,” he requests quietly, smoothing his hands over your cheeks. “Tell me how badly you need me to ruin you.”

“Ugh,” you groan, eyes rolling back at his brazen words. 

“Look at how soaking you are at just the thought of it, just the thought of daddy putting it in you…” he drags the knuckles of his pointer finger up your seam, feeling your delicate muscles pulse from his touch. 

“I’m, I, daddy…”

“Can’t even get your thoughts together, can you?” he teases, cocking his head in the mirror at you. 

“Please.” is all you can manage to say. 

Your head feels hazy, your chest sucking in desperate gulps of air as you wait rather impatiently for him. And you assume he’s going to demand more of you when he decides to shove his entire length into you. 

“Fuck!” you cry out forcefully, your body rocking forward from the force of it. 

As soon as he’s inside, he leans forward, reaching down to curl his fingers around your throat. With this leverage he hauls you up, pressing your back flush against his chest. His other hand loops around to your chest, squeezing your left tit in his hand. He’s panting behind you, pulsing as he’s seated completely inside you. 

“Let’s take a look at you.” he huffs out, reaching up to brush away some of your hair. 

He exposes your heavenly face, the two of you staring at your reflection in the mirror not too far away from you. For a moment, you both take in the sight before you. He’s almost fully clothed while you’re kneeling naked before him, and that alone makes your thighs quiver against his. But the expression on his face, the look of the pure joy and pride he’s feeling from this entire situation… it makes you yearn for him. It also makes you happy knowing you’ve brought this out in him. But the fact that this is all happening in Carol’s room… that takes the fucking cake for you. 

The same hand that brushed away your hair cups your chin, his fingers and thumb applying gentle pressure to your soft skin. “Fucking gorgeous.” it comes out low and primal, and it makes you smile. 

"Jesus..." he turns his head, pressing his nose into your cheek. "I'm fucking obsessed with you."

"Oh, daddy..."

You see him in the mirror, his hair disheveled and a few buttons of his work shirt are undone. He’s panting behind you, swallowing thickly just before those intimidatingly dark eyes find you in the reflection. It makes you gasp for air, and that makes him grin. He can see how overwhelmed you are, and he wants to take it even further. You allow yourself to rest back against his sturdy body, David’s hot breaths now huffing out over your neck. He turns his head to kiss your skin, his tongue slipping past his lips to slide along your neck. It makes the sensitive space between your thighs tingle, squeezing him tight while he stays seated inside. And while he’s doing this, his hands roam your body, caressing your curves and squeezing every so often. 

“Bratty cheer girl, huh?” he then says with a smirk, snapping his hips against you. “Bratty for everyone but me.” 

“Daddy,” you gasp harshly, moaning at the almost painful feeling of his re-entry. 

“You’re such a good little girl for me,” he huffs out, his hips finding an absolutely brutal pace. “Your body feels so fucking good around me.” 

While looking into the mirror, he reaches up with his dominant hand, fingers grabbing your face and digging into your cheeks. He loves seeing that pouty look on your face. 

“Tell me, baby.” he demands roughly into your ear. “Tell me how much of a whore you are for me.”

“Dav -”

And then he shakes you, the action harsh and sudden. You did something wrong.

“Daddy,”

Reaching up, your hands grip David’s forearms, clinging desperately to them as your body is rocked by the strength behind his hips. And he keeps you upwards, pressing your naked body against him. While he continues diving inside, listening to the slick squelch of your sex as it takes him, he can’t bring himself to remove his eyes from the image of you. He’s watching you with every move, watching your pretty face contort as he fucks you, absolutely wrecking you inside. 

“Aren’t you my pretty little fucktoy?” he asks, slightly out of breath. He smiles then, “Daddy wants to see all of his pretty toy.” 

A small, breathless laugh squeaks its way past your lips, watching and feeling as he grabs a fistful of your tit. By now you’re both gasping, your bodies inhaling passionate gulps of air in your collective euphoric state. 

“Shit, shit.” he seethes from behind gritted teeth. Dropped his head to your shoulder, he closes his eyes, briefly biting down. “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

“Daddy, please.” Begging isn’t something you’re above doing when it comes to him; and you grin, knowing it works every single time you use it on him. 

“Jesus, I’m gonna cum inside.” he declares, not bothering to give you the choice. He knows you’d choose the same though, too. “Your sweet little pussy’s gonna make me cum inside.” 

“Yes, baby, do it. Please do it for me…” 

Languidly, your head lolls backward, falling to rest on one of David’s broad shoulders. It’s more than obvious, the falter in his hips, the stutter in his breaths. And you smile lazily when you see his face, the reflection of his handsome figure in the mirror. He’d been trying so hard not to cum too quick, he always does with you. But when he finally lets himself go, it’s incredibly satisfying for both of you. 

The sensation rushes over him helplessly, and he allows his body to be conquered by it. Adrenaline rushes through his veins as euphoria fills him, his spend rushing out of his tip and into your soothing inner channel. It makes his body jerk, his muscles spasming lightly as he empties himself inside you, the pleasure of it all making him feel drunk or high; he’s not sure which one, he just knows it from you. 

“Fuck,” he groans, eyes blinking awake. 

“David?” you ask through the darkness, feeling his body jerk harshly beside you. It woke him from his sleep, and it woke you, too. “Are you okay?” 

“Mm…” he groans, sliding his hand down to discover what he assumed to be true. He’s damp and sticky, from the mere dream of you. “Yeah, baby.”

He runs his clean hand over his face, groaning quietly again. 

“Baby, what’s up?” 

Even though you can’t see him, you roll over to face him in the darkness. 

“Nothing I just, I had a dream and… fuck,” he reaches over, feeling your arm and kissing your shoulder. “You couldn’t keep your hands off me.”

#Jesus Christ #I really loved this #sorry for the wait bbs #hope it was worth it! #My Best Friend's Dad #My Best Friend's Dad series #MBFD #MBFD series #Dave York #Dave York x you #Dave York x reader #Dave York x female reader #Dave York smut #Dave York imagine #Dave York series #Pedro Pascal

[josephquinnswhore]

THIRTEEN DAYS : sneak peak introduction.

Pairing: A Dave York Series x female reader.

Summary: everyday, you live a life of normalcy; children, a loving fiancé, and an incredible home. Nothing ever exciting happened; until you’re dragged into Dave’s personal business. You’re being held for ransom until Dave is held accountable for his actions; he has thirteen days to save you.

WARNING: this series will contain possibly triggering scenes and content. Please do not read if you are sensitive to violence, murder, possible scenes/mentions of SA. 18+ only. MDNI.

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Dave’s phone rings.

He’s in his car, driving along the interstate, coming back from a job. He and his colleges decided to drive in different cars, the less attention they got the better—four burly men wearing all black in a car full of weapons and suspicious items; tape, disposable gloves, military coding on their phones. They’d be fucked if they were ever found out.

They’d been doing this for years and knew better than to be so stupid. The last thing he needed was someone fucking ringing him. Pinging his location close to the crime.

The adrenaline was still rushing through his veins, knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel, letting out a growl of frustration, letting the second call ring out; this time he saw it was his mother, and she’d left a voicemail.

“Dave pick up the damn phone. Your daughters mother hasn’t picked the girls up or contacted, and they’ve been waiting an hour. Call me back.” The annoyance in her voice is evident, frustration wearing thin. She snaps the last sentence and hangs up the phone.

His mother had never liked you; for some reason your absence only fuelled the distain she held for you.

Dave nearly rear ends a pick-up truck, the instinctive foot presses down hard on the break, barely preventing a collision.

The seatbelt tightens around his collarbone, car lurching as it comes to an abrupt stop. Barely two inches between the front bumper of his suv, and the towball of the pickup.

The light turns green and he puts his foot to the floor, in a panic, he begins racing to your shared home.

You were meant to pickup the girls, you’d never done anything like this; you wouldn’t. Dave knew deep in his aching bones that something was wrong.

He swerves through traffic manically, accelerating through yellow lights and taking corners above the suggested speed. He frantically fumbles with his phone, trying to dial your contact, when the phone slips through his fingers and onto the floor well at his feet.

He lets out a primal grunt; fingertips searching the rubber mat for his phone and he grasps it after a few seconds of searching.

Your phone rings, and he hears your voice. Your sweet tender, velvety voice on your Voicemail. “I’m sorry I couldn’t answer, please leave a message and contact number and I’ll get back to you.”

He dials it again.

Voicemail. He tries once more and this time is left with a message that makes his blood pressure rise, anxiety bubbling inside of him.

“This phone has been disconnected.”

He tears the black beanie off his head, hands slamming against the steering wheel in a fury. A few moments pass and he lets himself feel it; fear. The feeling overwhelms him; surrounds him and expresses itself so openly that his lungs, for a few moments, forget to inhale the oxygen they desperately need.

“Where the fuck are you baby?” He whispers as he lets out a gasp to himself, his breath fogging up the inside of his windscreen. At this point he’s unsure if it’s the fog or his watering eyes that makes his vision unclear, probably a mix of both.

All of that nonsense was put into the back of his head as his thick fingers curl back around the steering wheel, a darkening gaze finding its place into his darkening brown eyes. Finding you was the only thing that mattered. You.

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[janaispunk]

the dress series masterlist

Dave York x f!reader • completed!

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series synopsis: You’re having an affair with Dave York. When he takes you on a week-long vacation, you realize that you have deeper feelings for him than you should.

series warnings: explicit smut (18+ only, mdni), angst, infidelity, fluff, somewhat questionable relationship dynamics, dom/sub dynamics, dom!dave, sub!reader, able-bodied reader, dave pulls her hair, no use of y/n, idiots in love, more specific warnings at the start of each chapter

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main chapters:

chapter I - only bought this dress so you could take it off

chapter II - carve your name into my bedpost

chapter III - delicate, isn’t it?

chapter IV - are you ever dreaming of me?

chapter V - i’d beg you on my knees (to stay)

chapter VI - to live for the hope of it all

chapter VII - end game

extras:

just think of the fun things we could do

takes one to know one

bonus content:

series spotify playlist

series moodboard by @iamasaddie (i love you <3)

series edit by @iamasaddie (again: <333)

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[wildemaven]

Strangers Series : Home Life

#Dave york #dave york imagine #pedro pascal #wildemaven moodboard #strangers series

[supernaturalgirl20]

WOW!!!!🤩

I am blown away by the amount of people who have supported my latest Joel Miller fic. I’m a little speechless really 🥹 Maybe Now

I never in a million years thought a fic of mine would reach those numbers, y’all are boosting my confidence I’ll tell ya 😍 ( which only means more fics 😉)

Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

And to the influx of new followers, Welcome 🤗

I hit 2000 so I’m gonna be doing a celebration soon. As part of it I want to recommend other writers so if you have some recommendations, send them in 😊 share the love ❤️

(I do have some writers already in mind but I haven’t been reading much lately so if I’ve missed anyone 🤔)

#pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller x f!reader #tlou series #pedro pascal x female reader #marcus pike x female reader #frankie morales x f!reader #dave york x reader