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Headcanon: How do they cook for you? (Pedro Pascal characters) 🥕🧑‍🍳🍓

🍳 Joel Miller

Joel is not the best cook. Of course, he had to learn how to cook for Sarah, but he always kept things simple.

He is a supporter of one-pot meals. What he cooks for you is really delicious, but simple. There is no culinary madness about it. That's why Joel prefers it when you make dinner.

But it doesn't bother you anyway. Especially since Joel loves making breakfast for you. Whenever he can, he will get up earlier and make you a delicious breakfast: scrambled eggs, pancakes, waffles... Everything you like.

And if he finishes making breakfast and you're still asleep, he'll bring you breakfast in bed. He will kiss your forehead and whisper, "Get up, baby girl. I made you coffee and breakfast."

From time to time, Joel will also take you to your favorite little restaurant. This way neither of you has to cook and you can enjoy your time together.

🍽️ Oberyn Martell

Cooking is the last skill he needs, which is why he can't cook. As a prince, he never had to worry about this. Food was always served to him on silver trays. Even when he was a warrior, he didn't have to worry about it.

Of course, if he and you find yourself in a wild desert, he can easily hunt something and roast it over a fire. He would never let his Queen starve to death.

However, you can't count on Oberyn to stand in the kitchen and prepare something for you.

On the other hand, you don't have to do this either. Just tell the servants what you want and your dish will be brought to you after a few minutes.

Oberyn loves to surprise you and organize picnics for you. By the river, in an oasis in the desert, in the gardens... Once he even organized an evening picnic for you on the roof of the palace.

🌮 Javier Peña

Cooking isn't something he's great at. But he is a specialist in making drinks.

For most of his adult life, Javier learned to eat out or buy home-cooked meals.

However, it's not like Javier can't cook anything. There are a few special dishes that his mom taught him to make. And although Javier may feel insecure about his culinary skills at the beginning of your relationship, the longer you are together, the more willing he will be to prepare these dishes for you.

If you cook, you can always count on Javier to wash the dishes and clean the kitchen. After all, he doesn't want your beautiful nails to get damaged.

You just have to sit on the couch and enjoy the drink he prepares for you.

🥞 Jack Daniels

This may come as a surprise, but Jack is very good at cooking. All because he was a mama's boy when he was a kid. He loved helping his mom in the kitchen and cooking with her.

Now he loves cooking for you and you can't help but admire how Jack transforms in the kitchen.

It's so cute to see him without a stetson and jacket, with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and wearing an apron with the "Kiss the Cook" written on it.

Sometimes you just can't help yourself and hug him from behind and then steal a piece of carrot or sausage. You then hear his scolding voice: "Sugar, don't steal... Remember your manners."

But you know he's actually smiling and it doesn't bother him at all.

But what Jack does even better than dinner is... Cakes and desserts! You've never eaten such delicious muffins, desserts, croissants... Jack always watches with a wide smile as you eat these sweets, knowing full well that you will reward him later...

🍴 Dave York

Dave doesn't cook, he doesn't even try to learn. He thinks you're better suited for it because you're a woman.

Don't get me wrong, Dave is not some fucking misogynist. He will support you in your career and support your passion and women's rights. He doesn't think that women are only good for cooking and bearing children, but... Dave grew up in a traditional home with a traditional division of roles. And he just never felt like cooking.

You don't even know if he's bad at it because he's just never tried it.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't help you with other household chores. Dave doesn't mind cleaning. In fact, he's actually really good at it, because it's part of his job (cleaning up the crime scene). He can also do laundry or iron his shirts without any problems, but... He stays away from the kitchen.

But that doesn't mean you have to cook all the time. If you don't feel like it, no problem. Dave will make sure to take you out to a restaurant or order takeout at least three times a week. You are his princess and he will never let you think otherwise.

Besides, the kitchen is sometimes not meant for cooking (if you know what I mean.)

🍔 Frankie Morales

To say that Frankie is a disaster in the kitchen is an understatement. Frankie tries really hard, but he can burn anything... You never thought that somebody could burn scrambled eggs.

But he is a great helper in the kitchen. Nobody cuts vegetables as quickly and precisely as Frankie. To top it off, he never has a problem doing shopping for groceries. He doesn't even need a list. Just tell him what dish you want to make and he will know what to buy.

Frankie also knows all the best places to eat cheap and delicious food.

But surprisingly. Frankie is excellent at making barbecue. You don't understand how this is possible, but it is. And no one makes burgers as delicious as Frankie.

🍲 Din Djarin

Din hardly cooks. Most often, he makes broth and always adds too few spices. Sometimes he will also roast what he hunt over the fire, but he doesn't care what he eats.

Years spent as a bounty hunter and many planets visited had taught him to eat anything. Literally everything. Sometimes you think Din's stomach is made of beskar too.

Unfortunately for you, Grogu also has some strange food preferences (like father like son). You've seen him eat a frog more than once! But he, like you, thinks that soup with live 'octopus' is not normal!

That's why you forced Din to add a kitchen to your little house on Nevarro.

"Yes, Din, we need a kitchen!"

And you like cooking, especially for Grogu, who always accompanies you in the kitchen, because this little one is always hungry. But Din appreciates your cooking too, and you know it when he sneaks up behind you while you're cooking and gives you a sweet kiss on the cheek.

🥗 Marcus Pike

Marcus loves cooking for you! And he's great at it, he just needs to have time for it. He used to order takeaway food very often, but not because he didn't like cooking, because he didn't have time.

But since you became his wife, he slowed down, wanting to focus more on family life. Cooking is his form of love language.

Sometimes you even have to force him out of the kitchen and tell him that this time you will make dinner. But even then, Marcus will offer to help you with cleaning and washing the dishes.

Marcus loves experimenting in the kitchen. He doesn't always get everything right, but you always praise him because you love seeing his happy smile and his eyes shining with joy.

If you get pregnant, Marcus will fulfill your strangest kitchen whims.

🧇 Javi G

Javi (like Oberyn) never had to learn to cook, he always had cooks or could afford expensive catering. However, Javi is not against cooking, especially if it makes you happy.

Just tell him what kind of dishes you like. Italian? Mexican? Chinese? No problem. Javi will hire a top chef to give him a cooking lesso.

Then he will proudly cook you your favorite dish. He will watch with impatience and nervousness as you take your first bite. When you tell him that something is delicious, Javi will go crazy with joy.

Of course, he won't finish with just one dish. After all this is Javi! Your hyperactive, passionate husband. So you can count on lots of interesting dishes cooked with love.

But of course Javi will also take you to expensive restaurants. Sometimes he just wants to spend more time with you and hold your hand while you wait for someone else to cook for you.

For the first time, I am ready to cheat on my husband Oberyn with my husband Jack or with Marcus… Oberyn, don't look at me like that, if it weren't for the servants, we would eat fried scorpions every day…

Pernament tag list: @harriedandharassed

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pedrito-friskito · 1 year

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I’m back. Because you wrecked me with this and I need to know if he fixes it??

Was he really separated and the ring just happened to make it way with him all the way on his trip accidentally?? Him and Carol are separated?? He does everything he can to prove it??

Or was he lying about it all and their whole relationship was nothing more than a secret affair?? His life is just full of lies and manipulation, and this was no different??

Dave, you have some explainin to do sir!!

Thank you Kay!! 😘😘

THANK YOU FOR COMING BACK.

cuz honestly, the moment I finished part one, I was like uhhhhhh I gotta fix this. I gotta make this better.

SO I DID. below the cut! answers!!!

thanks for requesting sweet heidi 💗

sleepover saturday

foresight

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He thinks about chasing after you. He does. He stands in that hotel room for what feels like a lifetime, staring down at the diamond bracelet you’d thrown at him, the offending piece of gold sitting on the entryway table. He thinks about sprinting down the stairwells, cutting you off at the front entrance, dragging you back up to the hotel room and holding you hostage until he can explain, until he can make you see.

You’re married.

I trusted you.

I fell in love with you.

The words echo through Dave’s mind, bouncing off the corners of his brain like ricocheting bullets. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

He hadn’t lied — not technically. He and Carol were separated, had been for some time now. The night he met you had been the tail-end of trying to make it work, feeling more like a victim than he ever thought he’d allow himself, drowning himself in a glass of whiskey when you’d sidled up, gave him that kilowatt smile that made him think, oh, there she is.

You were the one to take him home that night.

Carol was vicious. He hadn’t cheated, not while they were still living together, trying to keep civil for the kids, but she had. Somehow, that made him the villain, and she turned on him. Where are you going? Who are you seeing? When will you be home? The litany was endless, like he was an untrustworthy teenager once more, not a grown man who had done nothing but provide for her since the day they’d met.

It was the day after his night with you that he called his lawyer, asked her to file the appropriate paperwork. It would take time, he knew. He had to cross all the t’s and dot all the i’s and do this right. Give himself the fresh start he could see so plainly that he needed. He would still be there for his girls, there was no denying that. He knew Carol would try and take them from him, but that was a battle he was willing to face.

And somehow, the thought of being able to come home to you in the aftermath made him feel that much more brave.

He moved out a few days after she was served the papers. The girls were upset, but their eyes brightened when he told them his new place in the city had a pool and that he’d take them for ice cream when they came to stay with him. It felt like a farce, a sham of an apology for ripping their lives apart, but Dave knew he had to do this. He couldn’t stay with her.

In light of the separation, he attached himself to you.

Dave nearly drowned himself in you. He flew you everywhere to be with him, took you to all the fancy restaurants Carol had turned up her nose at. The tennis bracelet was the first of many gifts he gave; diamond earrings to match, purses from your favourite designers, shopping trips to your favoured boutiques.

There was another gift, too. One he’d been planning to give to you in London. One that had his heart racing in his chest at the mere thought.

A key to his apartment.

In fact, the box is still sitting in his briefcase, tied with a red bow. Pressed against his finalized divorce papers.

You’re married.

Not anymore.

I trusted you.

The ring doesn’t make sense. He never would have brought it with him. He hasn’t worn it for months, had actually given it back to Carol the last time he’d been at the house. So, how did it end up on the bathroom floor?

I fell in love with you.

He wasn’t lying. He fell in love with you too.

Anger rising in his chest, Dave stalks towards the bathroom. He has to make sense of it.

The bathroom looks the same as he’d left it in the morning, reluctantly showering the scent of your night together off his body. It’s the same, his toiletry bag on the counter, his toothbrush balanced on the edge of the sink. One of his shirts sits crumpled on the floor in the corner, a new addition, but you must have put it there.

Then he sees it.

A piece of white paper, folded in half, the corner poking out of the top of his toiletry bag. He’d been in a bit of a rush this morning, shaving quickly before stepping into the shower, letting the water run while he ran the razor over his skin. He’d fished it out haphazardly, forcing himself to stay in front of the mirror, resisting every urge to just say fuck it and crawl back into the king-sized bed with you.

It must have fallen out when he’d pulled out his aftershave. The water had been loud, the overhead fan even more so, he hadn’t heard the metallic clink of metal hitting tile.

Dave pulls out the paper, unfolding it, eyes scanning the words scrawled across.

I don’t want this back. Enjoy your new life. — C

He crumples the note in his fist. Of course. Of fucking course she would. Carol must have stashed it in his bag the last time he’d gone to the house, having spent the night with the girls so she could go out with friends. That was when he gave the ring back. They’d slept in separate rooms, and he’d left early in the morning, pointedly avoiding her.

He throws the note in the trash, pushes a hand through his hair. He has to fix this. With you.

The next day, after he’s finished what he came to London to do, checked out of the hotel and sent his bags to the airport, he takes a walk. Dave makes his way to the river, throws the ring into the water. He doesn’t watch to see where it lands, if it makes a splash. He’s already turned around, walking back to the hotel, asking them to call for a car to take him to the airport.

It’s early afternoon by the time he lands. His suitcase is sent back to his place, and he takes a cab to your apartment. When things had first become more solid with you, he’d asked you to share your location with him on your phone. He could easily have it tracked if he wanted, but he wanted you to give it willingly. Just in case. Call it paranoia, but he knew there was a certain amount of danger that came with his job, and he wanted to do his best to shield you from it.

As soon as he lands, he checks it, and he’s relieved to see you haven’t turned it off. It’s an olive branch, almost. Or, you haven’t realized it’s still on. He’ll take what he can get.

He gets lucky, walking into your building just as someone is coming out, and they hold the door open for him, so he doesn’t have to ring the buzzer. He’s not quite sure if you’d let him in.

The whole elevator ride has him antsy, double checking that the papers are still in his briefcase, reaching into his pocket to make sure your bracelet is still there. Thankfully there’s no stop between the lobby and your floor, and Dave strides out the doors as they open with purpose.

He has to fix this.

He can hear you moving around inside when he first knocks on the door, and his impatience gets the better of him, making him knock again. He hears your quiet I’m coming! and the door swings inward a moment later.

You’re definitely not expecting to see him. He can’t blame you. You look like hell, your hair piled on your head, still dressed in the same clothes you’d pulled back on in your harried decision to leave yesterday. Your eyes are bloodshot, sporting bags dark enough that he’s almost worried you’ve hurt yourself. “Dave.” It’s not a question.

He pushes his way past you, heading straight for your kitchen table, setting his briefcase on top. He hears you shut the door, feels you follow him, stand behind him, but you don’t say a word.

“I wasn’t lying to you,” he says, flicking open the briefcase, letting it fall open. “When we first met, I told you I was separated, that I was planning to divorce her.. I never said we were officially divorced.”

When he looks at you, you roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. “Are you honestly trying to fix this on a technicality?”

“I haven’t worn this ring in over a year. The last time I wore it was at least four months before you and I even met. The day after I met you, I filed for divorce, officially.”

You swallow so hard your throat bobs; he can see it.

“She put it in my bag. I didn’t know. I gave it back to her, and instead of just handing it back like a normal person, she stashed it in my bag with some stupid note. I didn’t know it was in there.” He flips through the briefcase, pulls out the folder and drops it on the table. “The divorce was finalized on Friday. I wanted to tell you in London. I had this big plan, take you to dinner, tell you it was done, so we could talk about what happens next, for us.”

You blink up at him, your eyes shiny. “And then I walked out.”

Dave nods, leaning back against the table. “And then you walked out. With every right to, if I’m honest. I don’t blame you for thinking what you did, honey. I just wish you’d have given me a moment to explain, to think it through. I never meant for any of it to happen the way that it did.”

“You’re divorced,” you say, the words sounding foreign. He hasn’t even said it out loud yet. He’s divorced. “Officially.” You step closer, leaning over to inspect the papers, your eyes glancing over the page. “Completely.”

“Completely,” he agrees, and reaches out, running the backs of two fingers up your arm. “I’d never lie to you, honey. I hope you know that.”

You breathe out a sigh. “I do, I just…” You shake your head, toying with your bare wrist. He has to fix that too. “I saw the ring and I just lost it.”

“I know,” he says softly, and leans over, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your shoulder. You let him. “I should have told you sooner. I should have told you what was going on.” He watches your teeth sink into your bottom lip. “Baby, please, tell me you forgive me.”

You toy with your wrist again, fingers wrapping around your bare skin. You step a little closer, until your leg slides between his, until he can feel your breath on his neck. “You’re the one that needs to forgive me,” you say, your voice low, “for screaming at you like that, for throwing things. My brace—”

He doesn’t let you finish, pulling the thing out of his pocket, holding it between you.

“This?” he asks, a little grin tugging at his lips. “I hoped you would want it back.”

You hold out your hand, and he manoeuvres the bracelet back onto your wrist. Then he slides both hands up your arms, cupping your elbows, pulling you closer. He feels your fingers on his jaw a moment later, holding him in your hands, leaning in slow.

He meets you halfway, mouth claiming yours in such a way that you gasp, your body melting into his. Wrapping his arms around you, Dave pulls you close to his chest, tipping your upper half sideways so he can kiss you deeper. Your nails scratch at his cheeks, legs moving until you’re basically perched in his lap.

Then you pull back. “I forgive you,” you rasp out, nudging his nose with yours. “Do you forgive me?”

“I forgive you,” he echoes, and kisses you again.

Your fingers wrap around his tie a second later, and you move backwards off of him, pulling on the fabric. “C’mon,” you say, your voice still quiet. “I wanna show you just how much.”

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absurdthirst · 2 years

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Idk if you’ve done this before (you can ignore this if you have) but how would each of the Pedro guys react if you told them you were pregnant?

**So I have done the pregnancy HC before, but that was when there were few boys, so lets add on to it.....

When They Find Out You’re Pregnant:

Javier: Shocked. No clue why because it wasn’t like either one of you were exactly practicing safe sex. Condoms were hardly ever used and you weren’t on birth control. He’s going to internally panic for a bit, disappearing into his work. He won’t disappear on you, he will drag into the apartment after you are asleep and get up before you do. Eventually coming to terms with the fact that he needs to be a better man and he comes home to tell you that he is all in.

Ezra: Worried. The life of a prospector and a floater is not the kind of life he wants for his child. He won’t articulate those worries, instead sleeping less and thinking long into the night while he has his hand on your womb. When he starts to form a plan for a life you can have that doesn’t include the danger of your current lives, he will wake you up, regardless of the hour to start excitedly laying out the plan.

Mando: Stoic. You can’t tell from the impassive view of his visor what he is thinking. Until the Crest goes dark and suddenly you hear his helmet thunk on the grated floor. Passionate lips overwhelm yours as he tries to show you what he is feeling. After he kisses you breathlessly, he will finally speak. “We will raise warriors cyar’ika. Marry me.”

Catfish: He is shocked and excited. He already has a child that he loves beyond comprehension. Never thinking he would have another kid after the divorce, so when you tell him that you are pregnant, he’s just in awe. Scoops you up into his arms and kisses you.

Tovar: A satisfied glint is in that grumpy Spaniards eyes. He was expecting it, never having bothered to pull away when he finally cums. “Good hermosa.” He tugs you into his arms and his large, war calloused hand cups your stomach possessively. “Maybe those bastards will stop sniffing around your skirts when they think I am not looking.”

Whiskey: Panicked. Nothing to do with you. But the damned fear of losing a second family terrifies him like nothing Statesman could ever throw at him. He’s going to need a bit. He’s really quiet and leaves for a mission. Until he realizes how it looks to you. That you might think that he doesn’t want you or that baby. Then you can expect his broken explanation as he begs you for forgiveness and to give an old fool another change at happiness. With you and the baby.

Max Phillips: ????????????? Lucy, you got some ‘splaining to do!(although once he finds out it is his….this frat boy vamp will be nervous as fuck. Will it be like him? Will it be like you? Will it be like some kind of mixed best of both worlds? And GOD FORBID you have a little girl. He will be beside himself. You have to tell him not to eat the little boy in her class that kissed her on the playground.)

Marcus Pike: Crying. Tears of fucking joy after making sure that this is what you want. He will be on cloud nine. You are carrying his baby and he just doesn’t know if he could possibly love you more than right now. There were times that he didn’t know if it was going to happen for him, love and a family. And you’ve just given him the world. 100% alllllll in.

Oberyn: Celebrates with you in the most obvious way. By taking you to bed of course. After exhausting you with pleasure, he will stroke your stomach and tell you how much he will love watching you expand with his child. Does admit that he would prefer that you refrain from your more…..risqué endeavors while you are carrying, for the health of the babe. Rest assured your prince with treat you like a queen.

Dave York: Proud. Extremely proud. He might not be what some would consider a good man, but he loves his children. He’s good with them. When Alice and Molly were little, he would change diapers and get up at 2am feedings with no complaint. Now he has a chance to do this again and he’s thrilled. You can tell from the way that he starts planning. He’s a planner, so immediately he starts getting things ready for the baby. As soon as he is done spreading you out and gently making you cum.

Max Lord: Overwhelmed....He already cannot give Alistair the life he wants for his young son. Cannot give him everything that his heart desires and it tears him up. His eyes are wide, almost devastated and he feels the extra weight of another’s happiness heaping down on his shoulders. He gives you a small smile and immediately puts on the charm that he uses to convince people to invest in his company and tells you that it is wonderful. Kissing you soundly and convincing you that it is the best news, even if he is falling apart on the inside.

Marcus Moreno: Slightly shocked. He’s thought his days of being a father to a baby were long over. His eyes are wide behind his glasses and he’s speechless for just a moment before joy takes over. Lunging forward and kissing you quickly, reassuring you that he is happy about the news. Wanting to know how you feel about it and how you feel. Missy is going to be surprised, but also happy. She’s always wanted a sibling and now she gets one.

Zach Wellison: Panicked. Like glazed eyes, heavy breathing panicked. He’s still not completely adapted to the idea that he’s not longer on the streets and he has a job that supports him. That he has a home to sleep under a roof every day. All the things that support that a baby would need immediately flashes through his mind. Only you wrapping your arms around him will bring him back to reality and he immediately hugs you close, promise you that he will take care of you and the little bean.

Javi G: Ecstatic. Overjoyed and tears spring up to his eyes. He is blubbering like a baby and he isn't ashamed of it. He loves the idea of you carrying his baby, basically blubbering about how much he loves you and how much he already loves his baby. He will be nothing like his father, your baby will know how much they are loved. His hands are all over your stomach, caressing the area where his child is safely nestled.

Dieter Bravo: He’s high as a fucking kite when you tell him, but then again, when isn’t he? He frowns at you in confusion and looks down at your stomach for a second before looking at your face again. “How?” He asks stupidly, as if constantly asking you to have sex with him wouldn’t result in a pregnancy.

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freelancearsonist · 21 days

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What does Dave York smell like besides leather gloves and gun residue lol

oooooh i so firmly believe that he wears burberry hero edp 😩

it's like the most woody fragrance to ever exist. it's pine and cedar wood and HIM. 🫠

#asks #ask games #ozarkthedog #dave york headcanon

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 2 months

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Main Masterlist | TheyWhoWriteAndKnowThings

Call of Duty/Taskforce 141 [AO3]

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Miguel O'Hara [AO3]

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Pedro Pascal Characters

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Murder Daddy Kinktober 2023 - 28~ works of mostly smut. Oscar Isaac, Pedro Pascal, and others.

Peg That Middle Aged Man Campaign 2024 - Nearly 20 works from different authors pegging PPCU characters.

Fic Rec Friday! - Collections of fics recommended to me, and some cheeky recs of my own!

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jpbpxma · 17 days

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

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

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 1 year

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Pascal characters' fave sex positions

It's probably been done before, but let's have fun. Doing (heh) the ones I've written.

Frankie. My boy wants eye contact. Would be into tantric sex, if he only knew what it was. Favourite position is lotus. You on top, but both of you doing the work. Slow and intimate, both hands free to roam and caress. Kissing, or foreheads together as you rock gently in rhythm. Plenty of opportunity to go harder, if need be. You gorgeous tits near his face. He's in heaven.

Javi P. From behind. Duh. He wants it hard and fast. Even when it's serious, and he's opened up to you, is devoted to you, and has started to heal from all the shit that happened in Colombia, he needs to lose himself in the grip of your cunt, the sweat running down his body, your wails of pleasure, the way your pretty ass bounces with each thrust. The messed up lad has some issues but knows what he likes, ok?

Ezra. Anything goes as long as your legs are on his shoulders and you're holding on to something for dear life.

Dieter. Amazon. Hoo boy does this babygirl love to be fucked by you in that position! Legs akimbo in the air, you bouncing on his dick like he's nothing but a sex toy to you. That's the good shit. He's gonna marry the fuck outta you.

Mando. One day he wants to be able to remove his helmet and have really intimate missionary sex with you, but he's not there yet, poor guy. Until then, the touch-starved little critter has to make do with the next best thing: your soft, round ass. God, it drives him wild to see that ass bounce. His favourite, therefore, is you reverse riding him. He mourns the fact that he can't gaze into your eyes and bask in the pleasure that he sees in them, but he is a patient man. He'll get there, eventually. For now, he enjoys the fuck out of your slow ride or energetic bouncing, your beautiful butt there for him to grab. Tin can man needs softness in his life, okay?

Marcus M. This is a man who will lie next to you and kiss and caress you for three hours straight before he slides into you and fucks you slowly on your side. It's not the most practical position but he wants both of you to be comfortably reclined, and in full body contact. At some point you're just sharing limbs and there is no telling where you end and he begins. It's really nice.

Joel. This middle-aged, broken piece of sweet, competent garbage fucks hard and fast because death lurks around every corner and this time could be his last. He'll dig so deep into you in missionary that you're sure he'll reemerge with gold or something. You always walk funny after. His knees always hurt. It's worth it.

Pero. He will have his dick sucked, thank you. The women he gets involved with are unsanitary and he doesn't need a new itch down there. Learn that the hard way. (Feral lil shit never stops to think about how often he washes his dick, though.) He will fuck a pair of nice big titties, too. No woman ever got knocked up from having her face painted white, if you catch my drift.

Dave. To suburban murder daddy it's not so much the position as it is the location. He loves danger, and lives for any kind of risky fornication he can think of: Walmart's parking lot, in the backseat with tinted windows, restaurant bathroom, his home office during a phone conference, the cinema, Thanksgiving dinner at his parents' house... you get it. He is the fingering king who can get you off with the crook of one of his fingers faster than any vibrator, before he presses you up against the wall or bends you over to fuck you fast and hard, before people start to wonder what's going on.

Oberyn. Hanging upside down in a trapeze or some shit. King is an athlete. Don't let the constant eating and lazy cat-in-a-sunny-spot manners fool you. He's just fuelling up.

#frankie morales #javier peña #dave york #ezra #dieter bravo #pero tovar #oberyn martell #marcus moreno #joel #the mandalorian #my fic #headcanons

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burntheedges · 3 months

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Hi Kate!

Thanks for playing my ask game!

You asked for a FMK alternative so here it is:

take a pottery class with

take a cooking class with

take a dance class with

Javier Peña, Dave York, Joel Miller

!! Katie I love this 😂 Ok I thought about it and:

Pottery class - Dave

Look, the guy is clearly good with his hands. he’s good at detailed, precise movements… I feel like he might scoff a little at the idea at first but also take it as an opportunity to observe you in a new setting and tease you. because watching him use his hands this way? hot. and he knows you’re looking. he’s doing it on purpose. also imagine him putting his arms around you to help with yours and whispering in your ear. I’m just saying 🤷🏻‍♀️

and imagine the soft look on his face when he sees your wonky pottery on the shelf by the window at home every day.

Cooking class - Javi P

sometimes I think Javi can cook, sometimes I think he’s a disaster in the kitchen. it’s probably something in the middle — he can reliably cook simple, filling meals that you want to eat after a day of working on a ranch. stuff his mom taught him. but there’s not much call for that while he was working on his own in Colombia, so he’s rusty, and besides, he’s never learned any of the finer details. he’s also surviving on cigarettes and 1 hour of sleep lol

so you go to a cooking class and you see immediately that he has a knack for this, even if he brushes it off. but the best part is the way he bumps his hip against yours as you both work on prepping the dish, and how he brushes his hand across your shoulders as he passes behind you, and the slow way he runs his thumb across his bottom lip after he licks off the bit of sauce he just spilled. and then when you do the same he takes your hand and sucks your finger into his mouth, just to make sure he got it. (you wash your hands a lot during this class. you know the teacher probably notices but what are you going to do, not flirt? absurd.)

Dance class - Joel

for anyone who’s read any of my Joel fic you know I will die on the hill of knowing Joel Miller can dance. that man grew up in Texas — he can two-step, he can merengue, he can probably salsa a little. he knows line dances. he learned some swing when it got popular again in the 90s. he can definitely do the “dancing at a family party” dances. he may not be professional level but he can lead you around a dance floor with confidence (and a lot of charm). so I would absolutely take a dance class with Joel Miller. let him teach you to two-step, or learn a new one together, and then trot it out at a dance hall the next weekend. practice in the kitchen while dinner cooks, or in the backyard with soft music and a gentle breeze. let him grab your hand at unexpected times to pull you into a dance, just because he walked into the room and couldn’t resist you. let him tuck you close and guide you, trusting him to lead the dance.

I might have thought about this a little bit.

thank you for this question I might have spent way too long thinking about it. lol

go send @katareyoudrilling an ask for her follower celebration!

#ask me anything #joel miller x reader #dave york x reader #javier peña x reader #fmk game #javier pena x reader #x reader #some ~thots~#headcanon

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thefloorisbalaclava · 2 years

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needs and wants [dave york x f!reader]

Pairing: Dave York x F!Reader Words: 4.4k Warnings: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE HEED THESE - divorced Dave (no infidelity here), some stalking, drugging (reader wakes up before Dave does anything to her), threats. This is FILTHY - kissing, spitting (like…lots of it), slapping, spanking, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty names, dirty talk, spit as lube, anal sex, semi-clothed sex, oral sex, creampie, facial, face fucking, hair pulling, some D/s undertones, boss/employee relationship, power imbalance, slight daddy kink. Summary: Dave secretly lusts after you, so when you and your boyfriend break up, he seizes the opportunity to make you his. A/N: Decided to post this here for Kinktober. This is a little...more...than I'm used to writing, but Dave is the type of character that helps me get out of my comfort zone. Some of you have already read this on my private blog. Those of you who haven't, I beg that you skip this if the warnings above bother you. I rather not hear about how gross I am for exploring and experimenting with my writing and things I enjoy.

Dave would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t been attracted to you as soon as he saw you. Of course, he had every bit of information he needed on you—early thirties, Master’s degree, living alone. You weren’t married, but something told him that you were taken. You were far too pretty not to be. As much as he wanted to be flirty with you, he had an image to maintain.

He gave you menial tasks that had you spending more time than needed in his office. Honestly, he just liked looking at you. Especially when you wore those little sundresses, he should be reprimanding you for that, but he enjoyed it far too much.

“What are you doing this weekend, Mr. York?” you asked happily, standing in front of his desk with your notepad.

“It’s my weekend with the girls,” he said with a small smile.

“Aww, I bet you’re a great daddy,” you said innocently but hearing the word daddy leave your lips had something stir within him.

“I do my best.” He was looking at his phone, pretending he wasn’t hiding a hard-on under his desk. “How about you? Any plans?”

“Yes. My boyfriend is finally taking me to that new restaurant in the city.”

Boyfriend. His nostrils flared, but he fixed his face into a friendly look. “Oh, I know the one. The food’s great.”

“I’m hoping he proposes.” You smiled dreamily, and Dave suddenly wanted to kill the man.

“What’s the rush?” he asked, putting his phone down to give you all his attention.

“Um…” You hadn’t given it much thought.

“Married life isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” Dave said, gauging your reaction.

You shrug, then play with the hem of your sundress sheepishly. “You’re divorced, right?”

Dave was shocked he even heard your question. His eyes had followed your hand down to the hem of your sundress, where just enough of your thighs showed to make him wonder what would happen if he told you to pull the dress up for him. He met your eye and sat back in his chair.

“Yes, I’m divorced.” He wanted to see where you were going with this line of questioning.

“Did you fall out of love?” you asked, hoping he didn’t kick you out of his office for getting too personal.

“Something like that.” He noticed how you nodded at his response. “Why?”

“Uh…no reason. Just wondering.” You wanted to change the mood. “I could always set you up with one of my friends,” you joked.

He looked at you, and there was a dark glint in his eyes. “I have a feeling I wouldn’t be their type.”

“What is your type, Mr. York?” You tilted your head. He wanted to say you. He wanted to corrupt you and the innocent little aura you emitted. He wondered if it was all a front. If he told you to get on your knees and crawl to him right now, would you?

“Mr. York?” you repeated.

“Sorry. A lot on my mind.” It was true, but you didn’t have to know what it was.

“I’m sorry. Here I am running my mouth when I should be working.” You smiled sweetly. “Call if you need anything, sir.” You gave him a mock salute and walked out. Dave watched you walk, clenching his jaw and telling himself to stop silently.

He waited for you. He knew where the restaurant was. At first, he was going to get himself a table. Instead, he sat in his car, one you hadn’t seen, and did a sort of stake out across the street. He wore a beanie to cover his hair and dark glasses that hopefully disguised him a little more.

A car pulled up, and you got out of the passenger side. You were smiling, and your boyfriend walked over and put his arm around your waist. The dress you wore was sleek and sexy. Dave glared at the man with you. He wanted him to stop touching you.

Your dinner was uneventful. Your boyfriend didn’t propose; you two didn’t even have sex. When he dropped you off, you didn’t even bother kissing him.

“Bullshit,” you mumbled as you walked into your apartment.

Dave was watching. He could see that you were unhappy. He wondered what had happened.

“Trouble in paradise?” he mumbled to himself with a grin.

On Monday, you walked into the office in the worst mood while Dave was prepared to ask you how everything went, although he knew.

“Good morning, Mr. York,” you said as you walked into his office. You didn’t have the pep you usually did.

“Good morning. Everything okay?” he asked, feigning concern.

“Not really.” You shrugged as you handed him his black coffee.

“You wanna tell me about it?” he asked.

“My boyfriend and I are taking a break,” you told him, voice cracking.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he lied, standing and walking around his desk to you. You looked up at him and sniffled. “I usually don’t do this, but…would you like a hug?”

“Oh…” You had often thought about how his arms would feel wrapped around you. “Okay,” you said in a small voice. He hugged you, and his scent immediately enveloped you. You closed your eyes and melted into his arms.

Dave rubbed your back. You were so small in his arms. He liked that. “Feeling better?” he asked, although he didn’t wanna let go.

“Yes, sir,” you said against his shirt. Before you pulled away, you swore you felt something poking you. “Thanks, Mr. York.”

He stared at your pouty, plump lips and wanted to move in for a kiss and dip his tongue into your mouth just to see what you tasted like.

“You got it.” He touched your chin gently, and you just stared at him.

“How was your weekend with the girls?” you asked as he sat back down.

“Oh, it was great. Took them to the beach.” He pulled out his phone and showed you some pictures. You leaned in to see them better, and his eyes went straight to your breasts. He wondered what they looked like. Did you like them played with? He thought about how you would react if he put clamps on your nipples.

“Very cute,” you exclaimed.

“I was wondering if you mind staying late tonight.” His eyes drifted back to your face.

“Not at all. It’s not like I have anything else to do.”

“Thank you.” He smiled at you, and you smiled back before walking out.

You walked into Dave’s office after everyone had left. He was sitting at his desk, head in his hands.

“Are you okay, Mr. York?” you asked quietly.

He lifted his head and nodded. “Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.”

“You look like you need a drink,” you said. You knew where he kept his whiskey. You walked to his desk, pulled out the lower drawer, and reached back to find the glass bottle.

“How did you know that?” he asked.

“I know more than you think, Mr. York.” You found the whiskey glass next, then poured him some.

How submissive, he thought. How would you react if he told you to drop to your knees right now and suck his dick?

“Aren’t you gonna have some?” he asked. “There’s an extra glass.”

“Um…”

“Come on. Live a little,” he urged.

“Fine.” You grabbed the other glass and poured yourself some, toasting him before drinking and feeling the warm burn in your throat.

You’re not sure how many glasses you had, but the bottle was nearly empty, and you both were a bit looser. You sat atop his desk, complaining about your boyfriend.

“The sex wasn’t all that great either,” you told him, and he laughed. “One or two positions.”

“Not enough for you?” he asked, pouring you another glass.

“Hell no. He wouldn’t even get rough with me,” you complained.

“Rough?” His cock sprung to life in his slacks.

“Yeah, you know, hair pulling, spanking, slapping…dirty names.” You finished off another glass. “Mmmm…”

“Good, huh?” he asked. He knew you had no idea that he had slipped something into your glass.

“Very good. I think I had too much,” you said, trying to move off his desk. You stumbled a bit, and he stood just in time to catch you as you passed out.

You woke to find yourself in an unfamiliar place. Someone else was in the room with you, but you couldn’t focus just yet.

“Don’t try to sit up too fast, sweetheart,” a familiar voice said.

“Mr…Mr. York?” you mumbled. “What happened to me?”

“Had a bit too much to drink,” he lied.

“Oh,” you whispered. You sat up carefully, and he passed you a glass of water. “You can take me home as soon as I finish this. I don’t wanna intrude….”

“You’re not intruding. You can stay the night if you need to.” He took the empty glass from you.

“I couldn’t possibly….”

“I insist,” he cut in.

You could finally focus on him—he had taken his tie off and undone a few buttons, and his sleeves were rolled up. Your mouth watered at the sight of his forearms. You rubbed your legs together.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“N-No, sir,” you mumbled. “Am I in your bed?”

“Yes.” He sat on the bed beside you.

“I’ll sleep on the couch or something. This isn’t fair to you.” You started to move, but he put his body in the way

“I would like for you to stay.” He was very close to you. So close you could smell his cologne. You looked down at his lips.

“Is this a good idea?”

“Of course it is.” He made no effort to move away from you. “You want to kiss me, don’t you?” he asked, and you felt that familiar rush go straight between your legs. It’s not like you haven’t thought about it…

“You’re my boss. It’s not appropriate.”

“Yes, I’m your boss, so you have to do as I say, right?” he asked, and you nodded slowly. “Let me see that tongue.”

You took a deep breath and stuck your tongue out. He grabbed the back of your neck and swirled his tongue against yours. You tried to move in for a kiss, but he yanked your head back and tsked.

“I just want your tongue for now.”

You stuck it out again, and you both licked and sucked at each other’s tongues until he pulled you away again.

“Be a good girl and open that pretty little mouth for me.” He yanked your head back again and then stood up so that he was looking down at you. He spat down into your mouth and then tapped your cheek. “Close and swallow.”

You did as you were told and blinked up at him innocently. He squeezed your cheeks, making your lips pucker. “You’re not as innocent as you look, are you?” You shook your head. “Yes,” he chuckled. “Boyfriend wasn’t rough enough for you.”

“No, sir,” you tried to say as he still held your cheeks. He leaned down and licked your lips, then let go of you.

“I followed you, you know? You and your wimpy ass boyfriend when you went on your date,” he told you.

“You did? Why?”

“Honestly? I wanted to kill the fucker because I want you for myself, but I practiced my restraint that night. I did do something a little naughty tonight, though.” He playfully grimaced.

“What?” you asked nervously.

“I drugged you,” he admitted.

“What?!”

“I wanted you here with me,” he said.

“You could’ve just fucking asked,” you snapped.

“Ooh, fiery little thing.” He smirked at you. “But if you talk to me like that again, you won’t like the consequences.”

“What are you gonna do to me?” you asked.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he said calmly. “Give you what you’ve been wanting this entire time.”

You rubbed your legs together again.

“But first, you’re going to suck my dick or rather…I’m going to fuck your face.” He began to undress but left his pants on with the belt undone. He walked over and pulled you to the end of the bed. “Lie down, head hanging off the bed.”

“Okay…” You were doing this. You were about to suck your boss’s dick. When he pulled it out, you gasped audibly.

“Open up, sweetheart.” He looked down at you as he stroked his cock above you. As soon as you opened your mouth, he slipped his cock in. You immediately gagged, and he hummed, then chuckled. “You can handle it.” He began pumping in and out of your mouth, his balls hitting your face repeatedly.

You gagged again, but that only egged him on. He pushed in and stayed there as you choked and swallowed around him. When he pulled out, you sputtered, saliva dripping down your face.

“Fuck, you look good like that.” He was about to slide back into your mouth, so you lifted your head. “Greedy little slut, huh?” He started slapping you in the face with his dick. He slipped in and pushed against your cheek when you opened your mouth, making it bulge. He hit at the bulge, and you squeezed your legs together. He pulled it out of your mouth, and you gasped.

“Mr…York…” you sputtered.

“Shhh.” He moved so that his balls were near your mouth now. You automatically opened your mouth and sucked on them. “Fuck, you know what you’re doing, don’t you?” He looked down at you, nearly cumming from the sight of you tonguing his balls, spit covering your face. He hissed and pulled away.

“Mmm,” you whined.

“What are you trying to do? Trying to make me cum already, hm? Get up.” He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you to your feet. “I need you to be good. Can you do that for me?” His finger was pointed at your face. You nodded, but he pulled your hair more.

“Y-Yes, Mr. York.”

“That’s better. Now, get on the fucking bed.” He shoved you away, making you fall onto the bed. You crawled up to the headboard and waited for your next direction. “Get your tits out.”

You pulled the straps of your dress down and then your bra, revealing your breasts to him. “Hm. I knew it….”

“Knew what?”

“That you were hiding perfect tits under all those sundresses.” He crawled onto the bed and up to you, grabbing you by the neck to make you sit up against the headboard. He let you go, then slapped your tits before grabbing one and spitting on the nipple. You moaned quietly as he began to pinch it. Then he was pinching harder and harder. You grimaced in pain as he twisted and pulled. He moved his fingers away only to quickly replace them with his mouth, sucking and licking before biting down hard and pulling.

“Oh…fuck…”

“Spread your legs,” he said before clamping his teeth around your nipple again. “Knees up, slut.”

You were spread open for him now, but your panties blocked what he wanted to see. He pushed your dress up so he could see your panties.

“Aww, you’re all wet, sweetheart.” He rubbed at the wet spot. “Up,” was all he said, and you knew to lift your ass so he could get your panties down. He balled them up and then brought them to his face to sniff, stroking his cock as he did.

“Look at that pretty little thing,” he said, looking at your pussy. Now he was stroking himself with your panties. He squeezed himself so that a bit of precum beaded at the tip, then swiped his finger along his tip to gather it. Then he was rubbing your clit with his precum. You don’t know why that was so fucking hot, but it was.

“Spread it for me,” he demanded, so you used both hands to spread your lips. He gathered more precum, and this time he slipped the finger inside you.

“Oh my God,” you gasped. He slipped two more fingers inside, and you whimpered.

“Fucking tight pussy, but look at how easily you take your boss’s fingers.” He pulled his fingers out and spit on them before shoving them back in. Your walls pulsed and squeezed around his thick fingers. “Oh, someone doesn’t wanna let me go, hm?”

“Fuck…Mr. York…please.” You moved one hand to grab his wrist, and you moved with his fingers. “Fuck my pussy!”

“Look at you.” He smirked at how needy you were. “You’ve thought about this before, haven’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” you moaned.

“Yeah, me too. I wanted to put you on my desk and eat this fucking pussy until you cried. I want to bend you over and fuck your tight little ass until you beg me to stop. I’d even fuck you in front of your cuck of a boyfriend. Show him how a real man is supposed to fuck.”

For some reason, that sent you over the edge. “Fuuuuuck meeee,” you screamed. He kept finger fucking you so hard that it began hurting a little. You ignored the pain for the overwhelming sense of pleasure as you began gushing and squirting all over his fingers.

“Ahhhhh, look at you, you good girl. Such a good girl for daddy, aren’t you?” He finally pulled his fingers out, and your pussy clenched at nothing. “You made a mess all over my bed.” He slapped your pussy repeatedly until you were writhing.

“Please…please…”

“Fuck, look at how swollen that clit is.” He crawled in front of you, then grabbed your thighs, yanking you until you were flat on your back. He pushed your legs open and back so that your knees nearly touched your chest. “Gotta get a taste of this. What a pretty little clit,” he said before swirling his tongue around it. He began sucking it, and you saw stars.

“That feels so fucking good, Mr. York,” you moaned, looking down at him.

He pulled away from you, sucking your clit into his mouth until he couldn’t anymore. “You like when your boss eats your pussy? Yeah, I know you do, whore.” He pulled away from you, and you could still hear his belt clink. This man hadn’t taken his pants off yet. Maybe this was how he liked it.

You looked down and watched him stroke as he stared at your pussy. Then he looked at you. When you caught his eye, he smirked.

“That innocent look won’t work anymore, sweetheart. You just had my dick down your throat, my fingers and tongue in your pussy, and now you’re able to have my cock in there too. Be a good girl and spread those legs nice and wide for me…now spread that pussy too….”

You laid there spread open for him in every way. The head of his cock nudged at your entrance, and you whimpered. Before continuing, he spat on his dick and then on your pussy. He pushed in slowly, letting you feel every inch, every pulse of his cock.

“So fucking big,” you murmured as you watched him slide into you.

“God…fuck!” Dave growled as he slid in the last few inches. “What are you so fucking tight for, huh? Saving this pussy just for me? We both know your boyfriend wasn’t treating it right.”

He leaned over you, his hands on either side of your head so that his arms caged you. You were fascinated by the sinew of his forearms, the veins bulging with exertion. You looked up at him then, and he sneered before pulling out and slamming back in, making you cry out.

“Gonna stretch this pussy right out,” he said as he started fucking you. “Why are you so tight?” he asked again before slapping your cheek hard enough to make it sting. “Tell me you like it.”

“I…fucking…I love it, Mr. York,” you whimpered, feeling him push even deeper.

“Fuck, you fucking slut. Gonna make me cum in this perfect little pussy, hm?” He made sure you were looking directly at him before spitting on your face.

“Please don’t stop,” you begged, but he did. He pulled out of you with a growl, squeezing the base of his dick.

“I want your ass. Now.” He flipped you onto your stomach roughly, then used your dress, which was now bunched around your waist, as a handle to pull your ass into the air. “Anything ever been in here?” he asked as he spread your ass cheeks and then played with the tight ring of muscle.

“No, sir.”

He spanked you. “Good answer. You must’ve known you were saving it for me.” His tongue swirled around your ass before you felt his spit land on your hole. He eased his finger past the tight muscles, feeling you pucker around it.

This went on for a few minutes, with him adding another finger when he felt like it. You were grateful that he had at least done that for you. He seemed like the kind of man who would shove his dick in and not care if you were in pain.

“This might hurt a bit,” he said happily behind you, pushing his cock into your ass already. You cried out into the pillow, grasping at the sheets as he inched himself inside.

“Mmm, my ass,” you cried out into the pillow.

“What was that?” he asked, already fucking you slowly.

“Fuck my ass,” you said, turning to look at him over your shoulder.

“Shit!” he said through his teeth. Suddenly, his hand was holding your head down against the pillow as he began moving faster, harder. “Fuck, this ass is mine. It was meant to be mine,” he groaned, moving in and out of your ass easier now.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you moaned.

“Fuck yeah. I’m gonna cum in this tight ass.” He slapped your ass hard. He pulled out suddenly and chuckled behind you. “Look. At. That.” You felt him spread your ass cheeks. “Nice and stretched for me. Your gaping hole is clenching around nothing, waiting for my cock to be in there again.”

“Mr. York, please,” you begged.

“What do you want?” he asked.

“Want you to cum in my ass. I wanna know how it feels. Please,” you cried. Seconds later, he was in your ass again, pumping fast, his balls slapping against your ass. You could feel the cool metal from his belt buckle against the heated skin of your ass. “Fuuuuck…right there.”

“Yeah, you like that, huh? Gonna cum in this tight ass.” He growled behind you as he fucked into you like a wild animal. “Ahhhhhhhh,” he groaned loudly as his thrusts came to a halt, and he pressed himself as deep as he could. “Fucking…take all of it. There we go….”

You whimpered when he pulled out of you. He was silent behind you. He was staring at your ass when you looked over your shoulder.

“Love how much I stretched you,” he said quietly. He eventually laid down beside you. “Lie on your stomach. I don’t want any of it dripping out of you.”

You lowered yourself to bed slowly, looking at him closely. “Why do you…keep some of your clothes on during sex?” you asked.

He shrugged. “Just something I do. Why? Do you like it?” He smiled.

“Maybe a little.” You smiled back.

“Little slut,” he murmured adoringly before grabbing your head. “Come here.” He pulled your head towards him and kissed you.

“Can we do this again sometime?” you asked.

“Hmm…” He licked his fingers and then traced your lips. “You want to?”

You nodded. “In your office,” you added shyly.

“Oh, listen to you,” he chuckled. “You wanna get that pussy pounded on my desk, huh?”

“Yes,” you said innocently.

“After hours? Or do you like the idea of getting caught…fucking while everyone else is working at their desks?”

You only blinked at him.

“We’ll try both. How about that, hm?” He squeezed your ass before slipping his hand between your legs to get to your pussy. “I want you in a dress every day. No panties.”

“Yes, Mr. York,” you whined as you swirled your hips, and his fingers rubbed your pussy.

“Gonna let me suck on that pretty pussy whenever I want?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Gonna ride my dick in my chair while I’m on a phone conference?”

“Fuck, that’s so filthy.” He pinched your clit before pulling his hand away. “I want you to be mine and mine only.”

“Okay,” you said quickly.

“My name is Dave, by the way,” he told you.

“I know what your name is.”

“You do? Why did you keep calling me Mr. York?” he asked.

“Because you were in charge. You are in charge, Mr. York.”

“Are you trying to get me hard again?” He dragged his fingers up and down your back.

“Will you cum on my face this time?” you asked, and something dangerous flashed in his eyes.

“Roll over,” he commanded. Once you were on your back, he straddled your stomach. He was half-hard, but it only took a few thrusts between your tits to get him rock hard. He began stroking himself over your face and then moved so that the tip rested on your lips as he stroked. You could feel his precum wetting your lips. You stuck your tongue out and tasted it.

It didn’t take him long to cum this time. He cursed and moaned above you as he came all over your face and then pushed himself into your mouth. He held onto the headboard as he fucked your mouth again until he became too overstimulated.

“All messy,” he panted before tapping your cheek. “My little cum dumpster.” He hummed contentedly as you licked your lips, tasting his cum. “You’re staying tonight.” He climbed off you and then off the bed.

“Okay,” you answered.

“That wasn’t a question. You’re staying,” he said again.

“Yes, Mr. York.”

“Better. Get up. We’re taking a shower.” He snapped, and you rolled off the bed quickly as he walked into the bathroom, leaving you behind. You smiled as you followed him.

“Yes, Mr. York.”

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Imagine our sweet Dave looking at his future fiance quietly. She doesn't know he is standing in a corridor, looking at her when she is changing in her bedroom.

They are not living together yet, they are just dating for a few months and she is still a little shy around him at times.

She has her sports bra on, because it's more comfortable than regular bra, but Dave wants to take her for some fancy dinner so she wants to change. The sports bra is a little tight and she has to make a little silly dance to take it off. Something she is jumping, sometimes wiggling her way out of it. Dave loves it. He finds it beyond adorable when she is jumping and grunting a little, because the bra is stubborn and long hair is not helping in this situation. He is smiling and laughing very quietly. He is in trouble, he thinks to himself.

When his soon to be fiance is wiggling her hips to help a tight dress fit through her wide hips, Dave takes a deep breath and admires her. Thongs, so it's not visible under the dress, love handles so soft, his fingers always dig dip in her flesh, exposed back with a back fat shaping her body the way he likes it, wide shoulders with freckles and moles he wants to kiss. It's beautiful view.

When the dress is on, she is out of the bedroom. The large mirror is in the corridor and she wants to take a look at herself in the outfit.

-You ready? - she can hear Dave's voice from a living room. He was quick, so he was not spotted staring.

-i think I have to change. I look so ridiculous in that tight dress. It looked good in the store, but I'm not sure now. Dave loved the dress on her. Belly pouch, breasts, wide hips. Everything so visible, but hidden.

-I think, this look needs a little something to be completed. -His voice low and think like honey. The necklaces Dave helped her put on was supposed to be a gift for later that evening, but seeing the beautiful woman in front of him, he wanted to spoil her as soon as possible. He wanted to see her smile and gasp in surprise.

Dave loves his soon to be fiance. His soon to be wife. 🍓✨

I have never seen Equalizer 2, but from clips and fantastic I think he is my top 5 for sure. Dave deserves so much love and kisses. There is something about him.

Dave York x f!reader

A/N: omg bestie, you painted this picture so well, it sounds just perfect to picture him like that. It sounds sexy and intimate and I'm sure you worded it better than I could ever do it! ❤️ Thank you for this beautiful scenario, and yes, he does deserve all the love and affection in the whole wide world ❤️

• Dave's heart raced as he watched you from afar, he could never believe his luck in knowing you were his, it still felt too good, it was unbelievable, but it was real: you were his, his fiancee and soon to be wife

• he just loves you, all of you, so much of you it feels overwhelming to him at times: but he loves your body, your soul, your personality and everything about you, just the mere fact of watching you hidden is enough to make his heart flutter, the desire grows inside of him, whenever he sees those clothes sliding through your soft skin, he wants to run his own hands through your body, but it's still too soon, not just yet, he needs to watch you a little longer, he loves that sight

• and once you're standing there like a damn goddess, Dave can't help but feel the need to walk to you, it's like being hypnotized and he can't stay away, so when he places his hands on your shoulders and sees your hesitation, your shy eyes, the way you bite your lips and mumble you are considering changing, his heart breaks, you should never be insecure that way, not when you are beautiful, breathtakingly gorgeous

"this dress looks beautiful, just like you entirely, you're not changing it, baby girl, it looked good at the store and now it looks even better"

• he assures you, showing you he's not gonna let you change it, he loves the way you look, you are perfect, you are his, and if anything, he would just change one single thing about you: he would add some jewelry to you, because you glow more than the finest precious stone, so he decided to grab the velvet jewelry box he got on his way from work and handed it to you; he was going to give it to you during dinner, but why not at that moment?

"there, now you look perfect, everything about you is perfect baby girl, look at yourself"

• Dave commanded while his hands squeezed your sides, holding you in front of the mirror, as he nuzzled your neck, kissing and nibbling your shoulders

"see how perfect you are? Your body, your hips, your breasts, all of you baby girl, I fucking love it"

• Dave's kiss was hungry, he was feeling you up, running your hands through your body as his fist gripped your hair, he loved you, all of you and he was going to take you, even if you two arrived a little late for dinner, it didn't matter, you were his priority

• the way Dave turned you around, kissing you even more hungrily and placed you on the bed, getting between your legs as he parted them, kissing and nibbling your thighs and groaning at how you squirmed for him

"you're not gonna remove this dress, got it, baby girl?"

• he told you, allowing you only to lift your hips up and roll up your dress, so you could spread your legs for him. Dave let out a groan at the sight of your beautiful silky pair of panties, it was so sexy and inviting, but he needed it to be gone, wanting you bare and exposed for him

• he pulled your panties to the side, kissing your inner thighs and spreading your slippery lips apart, his tongue immediately savoring your addictive taste; he could spend the whole night there, the way your sensitive clit flicked in his tongue as you whimpered and your legs shook slightly whenever he suckled on it

• your finger ran through his hair, pulling it closer and closer to your cunt, wanting more of your boyfriend's devilish mouth on you; your heart raced, your body felt on fire and you couldn't hold back any longer, you called his name repeatedly, wanting him more and more, as you felt yourself getting closer to your bliss, you finally came into Dave's mouth

• you clenched, so sensitive at how he licked and kissed all over your cunt as you tried recovering from your orgasm; he smirked at you, kissing his way up and then your lips, making you taste yourself in them

"see baby? Told you you looked perfect, now we're finally ready to go"

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Headcanon: Who will be ready to kill for you? From most willing to least... (Pedro Pascal characters) 🔪💀☠️🩸

1. Oberyn Martell

There is no doubt here. He will kill for you without hesitation.

He has a hot temper, he is used to killing, he is highly trained, and... madly in love with you. You are his Queen.

If someone insults you, looks at you wrong, or hurts you, Oberyn will not hesitate to spear him or challenge him to a duel (and spear him.)

Be sure, he will make a show of killing for you. He will proudly show off his skills, and if the victim is unlucky, he will even torture them.

Oberyn really won't have any doubts. This is the world he lives in. He is a prince and is not afraid of consequences. For you, he will always be able to kill an entire army of people.

2. Jack Daniels (I wasn't sure here but my sweet @creedslove helped me)

Jack will do anything for his Sugar. If your safety or good honor is at stake, he will not hesitate to kill.

Let's be honest, Jack has no remorse about this. If someone threatens, hurts, or insults you, they are bad. And bad people deserve to die. Easy.

Good manners dictate that he must take care of and protect his Sugar.

Of course, he may not do it in a very spectacular way, but he will definitely use the skills he acquired in the agency.

If necessary, he will falsify evidence and suddenly your ex-boyfriend will turn out to be a dangerous terrorist who had to be eliminated.

Jack has no qualms about threatening others with death in his typical Southern way ;)

3. Dave York

He won't hesitate to kill for you either. For example, your abusive ex-boyfriend.

But of course, he will do it secretly. After all, he is a hitman.

If you know about his profession, he will probably confess to the murder, but it may also be that he will withhold this information for your good.

But let's face it, when you find out that your ex-boyfriend drowned (and you know he was a great swimmer), you'll figure it out.

But can you be mad at Dave? After all, he did it for you. When you tell him about your guesses...

"He'll never lay a hand on you again." Dave will whisper into your hair and kiss your forehead.

But there are also murders you don't know about. For example, that guy who was aggressive in the bar...

4. Joel Miller

Here it all depends on which Joel we are talking about. After the outbreak Joel or no outbreak Joel.

Post-pandemic Joel is of course willing to kill for you. Mainly to protect you.

It's obviously not something he's proud of, but that's the world you live in. Sometimes there is no choice. If he doesn't want you to be raped or killed, then he has to reject humanity. And he does it for you, he kills without blinking an eye.

If someone insults you or is aggressive, Joel may not kill him, but he is definitely ready to break the guy's jaw or stab him in the knee.

As for no outbreak Joel, the situation is different here. Joel won't kill for you... Not that he doesn't want to, but it's clear that he doesn't want to go to prison.

But you can certainly count on the fact that he will often scare someone who behaves inappropriately towards you.

5. Din Djarin

Well, Din is a bounty hunter. He knows how to kill and if necessary, he will kill for you too.

But it won't be something he will enjoy and he won't do it for a trivial reason.

If you are in serious danger, he will definitely not hesitate to use his blaster. But don't count on him killing someone for you out of revenge.

Of course, this doesn't mean he won't threaten other people. He's good at making threats.

So if someone is bully or aggressive towards you, he will definitely hear Din's icy modulated voice:

"You can leave this place being warm... or you can leave this place being cold."

6. Javier Peña

Javier is ready to kill for you, but because of his job, he knows he can't do it.

However, he won't hesitate to threaten your ex-boyfriend with a gun if he doesn't understand that you don't want to be with him anymore.

Javier can be aggressive and won't hesitate to use his fists to make sure no one hurts or insults his cariño.

However, the situation may be slightly different if the person who threatened you was a sicario. Javier may not kill him directly, but he will use all his connections to neutralize the threat.

And of course, he won't hesitate to kill if you're in danger. If someone kidnaps you, Javier will put the entire DEA and CIA on their feet and get a military helicopter to save you.

And when you're safe in his arms, he won't regret what he did, not even for a moment.

7. Frankie Morales

This is another man who has killed before. Frankie knows how to pull the trigger, but... He's in serious trouble because of it. He dreams of dead people at night and wakes him up with nightmares.

That's why Frankie would be willing to kill for you, but only if there was no other option. If your life was in danger.

He is also not a fan of making threats. He prefers to avoid conflicts, but of course, that doesn't mean he can't look menacing and throw a murderous look.

Of course, you will always be safe with him. Frankie knows how to fight and in case of trouble, he is always ready to use his military skills.

8. Marcus Pike

Marcus, of course, is not very willing to kill someone for you. He's an FBI agent, of course, he knows how to kill and has seen death more than once, but that's why he does everything legally.

He is also not a fan of making threats. Of course, you can feel safe with him.

It's not that Marcus can't be aggressive and combative. He just always tries to think things through and doesn't get emotional.

If your ex-boyfriend harasses you, Marcus will encourage you to report it to the police.

But of course, in a situation of danger, Marcus is ready to take out his gun to stand between you and the threat. And if it's absolutely necessary, he'll shoot.

9. Javi G

Javi is sweet, we all know that. But he's also not afraid to defend you, but killing someone is definitely out of his league.

He may threaten someone with a gun because he can play a dangerous role, but he would really be the last one to kill for you.

If you were in danger, Javi would simply hire an army of bodyguards and never leave your side. And of course, he would carry a gun. However, if he had to shoot, he would probably aim for his opponent's legs or arm.

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Do you think any of Pedro's characters would mind that im vocal during sex and I get loud? Like not talking but moaning and whining and whimpering. Do you think any of them would find it a turn off at how good they make me feel or?

Being Vocal During Sex:

Javier: He absolutely loves it. His grunts and little sounds will be overshadowed by your sounds but Javi likes making sure that you enjoy yourself. He’s busy kissing and biting along your jaw while he fucks into you.

Ezra: Demands it. Every punishing thrust of his hips and spearing pass of his cock demands another sound. Another whimper pushed from those lips like he pushes the air from your lungs through your diaphragm. “Give me those sweet sounds, birdie.” He pants, feral as he leans in and bites your bottom lip. “Serenade my ears with those sounds of bliss.”

Mando: It’s such a contrast. You are vocal and he is quiet. He likes it though. He lives for those sounds and absorbs them while he pants quietly against your ear. He’s never a particularly loud man when he is doing anything, unless he needed to shout over blaster fire. But he loves how your sounds pierce against his ears. It makes him go even harder so he can hear more.

Frankie: He loves those sounds you give him. It guides him to what you are feeling that day. He’s a man who pays close attention to your body and as a result, listens very carefully to the sounds you make. Every whimper and moan tells him that you like having your nipples sucked today or your pussy slapped. He wants you to be vocal.

Tovar: He slaps his hand over you mouth while he is balls deep inside you. Grinding up into your belly and feeling like his pushing into your throat. He needs you to be quiet. When you are too loud, you wake the others up, and Tovar doesn’t want to kill someone tonight. Have sex near the campfire with twelve other men snoring around it doesn’t leave much room for you to be loud, but he enjoys the little vibrations against his palm.

Agent Whiskey: Cocky as a motherfucker. Claims that he will have you sounding louder with him than anyone else you’ve ever been with. Coos and tells you to give him more. Demands it as he grunts and moans over you, pushing deep and rolling his hips against yours.

Max Phillips: LOVES IT. Especially when the two of you are having sex in his office. He wants you to be louder. Wants the entire office to hear you, especially that little shit Evan. Wants to make you scream.

Marcus Pike: Marcus loves, LOVES the noises you make. It makes him even hotter, making him work even harder to pull more of those noises out of you. He is obsessed by every little sounds that comes out of your throat.

Oberyn: It’s business as usual for him. Loud, quiet, boisterous or diminutive. He’s had lovers of all vocal ranges. He is comfortable with whatever you are willing to give to him. If you are vocal, he will be proud to push every sound out of you that he can, after all, you are having sex with a prince.

Dave York: Dave likes the idea of you sounds but you can’t make them. It would give away the game. You could be found out and he likes the game of keeping this a secret. So you will have to keep those pretty little sounds to yourself or he will have to make sure you keep quiet.

Marcus Moreno: As much as he loves the idea of you being loud, you live in a house with a kid. A kid that seems to have the ears of a cat. He doesn’t want Missy to wake up and hear the two of you, despite the fact that she’s down the hall and there are no shared walls. You can be loud when she’s staying at her abuela’s or the two of you are in a hotel room for the night.

Max Lord: It’s praise. That’s what those sounds are. They are pure praise coming out from your lips and Maxwell Lord craves praise. He yearns for it because it satisfies the need to become powerful, to be respected it. Being respected in bed by his lover is just as good in his mind.

Zach Wellison: This is another man who feels his entire body preen in pleasure when he hears you whimper and whine. Thrashing underneath him and letting him know how good he is doing. It makes him just go a little crazy, kissing and heaping praises on you because of those little sounds.

Javi G: It is the sweetest sounds you could possibly make. Javi is in love with everything that you do and that includes the sounds you make. He could live in those sounds. Wants to bottle them up for when he needs them, needs to feel how good he can make you feel.

Dieter: He’s louder. Dieter is loud and needy so he just kind of assumes that everyone else is. It often disappointment when they aren’t, but to have someone match his energy? It makes him even louder. The two of you manage to register plenty of noise complaints.

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