Christmas Countdown Day 20 - Dave York
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Pairing: Dark!Dave York x afab!reader
Word count: 2.2k
Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, dddne, this is not the darkest thing I've written, but it is the darkest I've posted. Non-con piv, non-con knife play, reader gets cut, blood as lube, spit kink, spit as lube, degrading nicknames, restraints, Dave is MEAN, multiple slaps, literal abuse, stockholm syndrome vibes? Stuff im forgetting
Summary: Dave comes home after a rough day to find out that you didn't do the one thing he asked for.
A/N: Y'all, I want to like this one so bad, but I just read over it and I didn't think it was as good as I anticipated. 😭 Maybe it's just because I know I wrote it, or maybe I'm just tired out of my mind. Idk, I'll try to read it in the morning. Anyways, please keep in mind that this is a DARK FIC. If you don't like it, don't read it.
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You’re sitting on the couch, idly watching TV when Dave gets home. You smile brightly, jumping up from the sofa to greet him at the door, resisting the urge to cross your fingers in hopes that he’s in a good mood.
You had pampered yourself today, making yourself look soft and pretty, your hair shiny and perfectly in place. You had slipped on a dress that he had brought home a week or so ago as a reward. He’d been so happy and kind that week, and you’d felt so special with the way he paid so much attention to you.
You hope that he’ll do the same again when he sees you like this, all dolled up just for him. Though it’s a reward enough just to know when you have his approval.
“Hey, baby,” you say tentatively as you peak your head into the doorway.
Dave turns around to look at you as he takes off his coat, his expression blank as he takes in your appearance. Your smile falters, though you try to keep it up. His eyes are dark, his jaw set with a particular hint of annoyance. He’s had a bad day.
Ignoring the part of your brain that screams at you to go hide, you step toward him slowly. He doesn’t move as you approach, just continues to watch as you gently undo his tie and hang it up on the rack next to his coat.
The air is thick with tension around the two of you as you look into each other’s eyes. Where your gaze is hesitant, exposing the fact that you have to put effort into not cowering in his presence, his is hard, revealing the fact that he gains something from your submission.
You try so hard not to be afraid of him anymore, but you just can’t help it sometimes. He’s good to you when you’re good, only mean when he says you’re not. The only problem is that he seems to decide when you’re acting good or bad, even if you’re on your best behavior.
Because of this, you’re in a constant state of reluctance and worried anticipation. You never know when he’s going to snap again.
“D-Dave?” you ask, breaking the silence. “Do you want to talk–”
“Would you shut the fuck up for just one second?” He’s quick to interrupt as he shoves past you and into the kitchen. You close your eyes, gulping down the sudden disappointment that bubbles in your throat.
That’s okay, though. You’ll brush it off. You’re probably just over-reacting again.
You sigh and spin on your heel to follow him into the kitchen.
“Are you hungry? I can make you something if you wan–”
“Christ, woman! Do you have a damn off switch? If I want something, I’ll fucking tell you I want it.”
You reel back at his harsh words, not expecting them quite this early. You open your mouth to comply, but the warning look he gives you makes you shut it and nod instead.
He moves to the sink, rolling up his sleeves to wash his hands, when he stops abruptly in front of it. For a moment, you’re confused, but then you remember what you had forgotten to do today. Your eyes go wide and your stomach drops.
“I ask you for one. fucking. thing,” Dave says, his back turned toward you. His voice makes you shudder, the tone much too low to mean anything good. He turns around now, fury in his eyes as he breaks under the last straw.
“Useless goddamn bitch,” he slowly seethes, stalking toward you. Your breathing goes shallow, your body tingly as you watch him get closer, already knowing what's to come.
You sink back, your ass hitting the floor as you scootch back until you hit the wall. You’re cowering, your body already shaking as you wrap your arms around your head and squeeze yourself into the tiniest ball possible.
“Dave, please! I swear I didn’t mean to forget, IswearIswearIswear, please, I–”
You're cut off by your own scream as Dave yanks you up by your hair, your scalp stinging as strands rip from the force he uses to pull your face to his. You’re blubbering as he spits degrading remarks your way, far too panicked to hear everything he’s saying.
You catch snippets here and there as you push against his chest, only serving to hurt your tender head more as he tightens his grip on your hair to keep you close.
“Fucking dumb—can’t remember shit—Don’t even know why I keep you here—can’t even tell you to do the dishes–”
He just keeps going, every beration digging into your skin until you feel like you’re being coddled by razors.
“D-Dave, Please–” you try to stop it, even though you know better. His hand comes down sharp across your cheek before you can even process it being raised. Your neck aches from the way it’s forced to the side, almost distracting you from the stinging pain coming from your reddening skin.
You choke on a sob, your tears stopping momentarily from the shock. Through the ringing in your ears and the pain that spreads through your jaw, you register how your makeup has been messed up from your crying, and you almost want to laugh with how stupid of a thought that is.
You don’t, of course, because Dave’s quickly pulling you back to reality with a firm hand on your chin, making you look into his eyes. Tears continue to run hot down your face as you let him move you, feeling too defeated at this point to try anything else.
“You hear me, bitch?” He asks, giving your jaw a firm shake. You blink at him, forgetting at this point that you have the ability to speak at all. It’s not like he would hear you anyway.
“Said I’m gonna get some fucking use out of you. Seems there’s only one thing a dumb whore like you is good for.”
You just keep watching him, your expression fallen as you watch it happen. Again. What else can you do? It’s never helped to do anything else before.
He snarls, clearly annoyed that you’re not giving him another reason to reprimand you. He stands to his full height, tossing you back to the floor as he does so.
The back of your head knocks forcefully against the tile, and you feel your teeth rattle as the light above you starts to blur. You think faintly that you may want to move, but your body doesn’t want to comply. It’s not like you have anywhere to go.
You settle for blankly watching Dave as he tugs his belt through the loops before unzipping himself. His eyes stay on you the entire time, and you think you whimper at some point because of the smirk on his face.
You hate the way your tears run thinly into your hairline, settling there uncomfortably, but you can’t be bothered to wipe them away. You’re tired, you just want to disappear. Unfortunately, you know you can’t do that, so you settle for the next best thing—staying still and silent in hopes that you can block everything out, dissociate yourself somehow.
Your body jolts as Dave kneels down in front of you, pulling your hips closer to him. You must have been watching the light again, lost in your hazy thoughts. A pathetic sob slips through your lips, and you taste blood as they open. You must have bit your bottom lip when you hit the floor—or maybe it was split from the slap. You don’t know. Don’t care at this point. You just want this to be over.
Vaguely, you register that it hasn’t even started.
“You just going to lay there?” Dave points out more than asks as he reaches for your panties.
“You really are damn stupid. Must want this, fucking slut.”
Your eyes close tightly as you feel your panties get ripped in half.
He’s right, you are stupid. Only a stupid girl would let this happen. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
The word repeats like a chant in your head, your eyelids tightening and your lips quivering. Your body shakes and shakes, it’s all it can do through the headache you’re starting to get from the screaming in your mind.
Another harsh crack makes you gasp, trying pitifully to take a breath as you take in the fact that he just slapped you again. You feel it less this time, though you don’t know why.
“Look at me,” he spits once your eyes are opened again. Hesitantly, you look into his eyes, trying with all your might to keep them open. It’s like a nightmare, and the only way you can escape is for you to shut your eyes.
The only difference is that this is real, that even if you closed them, you would still be able to feel the way he notches himself at your entrance, still feel his threatening stare, still feel every ache and pain that he inflicts on your body.
He grunts as he starts to shove his cock into your unprepared cunt, and your mouth falls open to squeal at the sudden burn between your legs. No sound comes out, your tongue thick and dry as sandpaper.
He doesn’t stop you this time when your eyes screw shut in pain, your body squirming beneath him as you try to get away. Your fingers twitch, as if just now regaining the ability to move.
Dave chuckles at you before pressing a hand to your abdomen and spitting onto your pussy, letting his saliva run down to where his cock is half-way disappeared inside of you. He repeats this action three times before there’s enough lubrication for him to slide the rest of the way in.
“Tight little hole. All mine to ruin.”
Dave grabs your face again, pinching your cheeks until you look at him through blurry eyes. As soon as they’re open, you can watch him spit on your face, already soaked from your own fluids.
You heave, trying to control your breathing as he starts to rock in and out of you, keeping a firm grasp on your face. You need to let it happen, the sooner he gets what he wants, the sooner this is over. It needs to be over. Let it be over.
His pace grows quicker and more harsh, a sob leaving you each time he punches into you with his thick cock. It hurts so much, always does when you’re dry like this.
Suddenly, your arms are pulled above your head, Dave’s cock still shoved inside of you as he ties your wrists with the remnants of your panties.
“I have something for you, slut,” Dave tells you, a tear slipping down your cheek as you keep trying to imagine yourself far away.
That quickly becomes hard to do, because there’s suddenly a gross feeling coming from above your cunt and to the left. The feeling of your skin being sliced open.
As soon as you realize what’s happening, a scream you didn’t know you had erupts from somewhere deep inside you. It’s full of an agonizing pain as your senses hone in on the way his pocket knife digs deeply.
You know what he’s doing, what he’s threatened before.
You know that the next time you look in the mirror, you’ll be able to see Dave York’s initials carved in front of your hip, deep enough to leave an ugly, jagged scar.
Dave laughs as you scream and try to simultaneously move away and keep your body still. You don’t know what would be worse right now.
It’s a white hot pain that courses through you as he moves on to the next letter, his movement sloppy from the way he still shallowly thrusts into you. The wetness of your blood dribbles down until it reaches his cock, making the glide easier yet as he pushes it back into you.
He laughs even after your screaming stops, the shock taking over you and halting all reactions but the silent sobs that wrack your entire body. He pulls the knife away after a moment, after he’s sure he’s dragged the edge deep enough to be permanent.
Your gaze focuses on the kitchen light again, and you can hear someone calling raspily for help. It’s weak and wet sounding, and you don’t quite understand where it’s coming from because you swear you’re not trying to say anything.
“God damn,” Dave grits out. “Will you ever shut your whore mouth?”
You suppose you do, because the sound stops, and the kitchen is filled with nothing but your whimpers and Dave’s moans. You can feel him getting close, the way he stutters and pulses.
“Gonna come in this tight little pussy,” he grits, grinding himself down.
You don’t care what he’s going to do. You’d let him do anything to ensure that this will stop, that it won’t go on forever. You just want it to stop.
You don’t realize he’s coming until he’s almost done. His seed stings as it hits your burning walls.
You’ve stopped crying. Your throat’s dry, your eyes sting, your cheeks ache, your cunt throbs, your hips are littered with tender bruises, yet your mind is numb.
Dave only lingers for a moment before he lifts off of you. He chuckles to himself as he says something, but you don’t think you could hear what even if you tried. Your hands fall limply away from each other as he uses his bloody pocket knife to cut away your restraints.
Your eyes close as he walks away, and you don’t try to open them again.
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live-blogging is apparently something i’ll never stop doing no matter how hard i try lmfao
this right here means everything to me i don’t even care that he’s in love with claire right now if i can survive young and hungry i can survive anything
claire’s little rose cake is so cute
MY PEOPLE
e.t in a wig? 😭
“the whole thing takes place inside a closet” PLS
he saved her LIFE they’re endgame idc idc i’m believing it until it’s physically impossible
her little smile while thinking about her feelings for grant oh she’s got it bad
his little smile too? and the closed door? i know this scene probably isn’t going to be what i’m expecting but a girl can (and will) dream
“yikes! grant asked chelsea for a favor” aaand the slow burn is back on lmao
“you go first” sorry but if that were me and the thing i had to say was that i have feelings for the person i’m talking to, you bet your ass i’m going first.
ohhh the devastating realization on her face i hate it here i forgot how painful slow burns are
y’all better be writing au’s for this scene i want fics where that closed door leads to something else
“i told marley he was a little bitch, you know, flirting to get things flowing” skfjfjckcks
“easy tiger! i don’t wanna have to hose down the sofa” 😭
“the tops need bottoms, the bottoms need tops!” “they should try switching, works for me” WOAH 😭 jayden being a switch was not something i needed confirmed but good for him! good for him
they both have daddy issues lmfaooo
“oink, oink, baby!” i’m sorry???😭😭💀
chelsea and her little smile while talking about grant oh she likes him so much
yeah…
“claire is a wonderful, sweet person who deserves love” SO! DO! YOU!
“you really think i should?” oh her face i’m sick
never thought a hug between them would cause me so much pain
“and how’s your crush on grant?” i audibly gasped
solana is right, chelsea really should be single for right now. as much as i want her and grant together, she should really just go out there and have fun for a bit before committing to a relationship with anyone.
grant’s future love confession to chelsea is gonna hit so hard
there are no winners here
hoping that claire turned him down because she has feelings for someone else not because she’s scared
grant and chelsea in their pining eras except grant’s pining for claire! :) smiling :) through :) the :) pain :)
when we get a future scene where grant acts like an idiot in love with chelsea i will know peace
“thank you glaad co-chair” 😭😭
if grant ends up on the same dating app and matches with chelsea literally nothing will convince me that they aren’t endgame sorry
well. forgot that he’s a hot guy with people lined up to date him lmao
“on the one hand, kinda boho. on the other, kinda homo.” help 😭
pause! tapping into the delusional shipper side of me for a moment. did grant seem…idk. not too thrilled when chelsea was telling him about the guy she was talking to? like his facial expression’s were a bit off…
“you’re supposed to be straight-bait, not conversion therapy” the laugh i just let out please 😭
“my sister and i will each have a gin & tonic. in one glass. with two straws” oh what in the f.r.i.e.n.d.s. is going on here?
the twirl 😭😭
“houston, we have a homo” jayden really is the funniest bitch on this show argue with the wall
that “wtf?” look chelsea and grant just shared lmfao
oh i hope this continues to work out for jayden he deserves it truly
awww shit. she does have feelings for grant
kay she says one thing but her face says another. hoping this dave dude helps her move on cos they could be so cute together
just date each other
“goodnight, grant.” “goodnight, chelsea.” sjfjfjfnjd mutually pining era coming soon????
i know grant feels something for her, i know he does. his facial expressions say everything without him ever actually having to say anything
oh this opening scene means everything to me
oh jayden definitely had a glow up
their drinking game is something i’d totally play
chelsea is terrible at this 😭
chelsea immediately caving and saying she’ll play the game all because grant put his hand on her back and said it’d mean so much to him if she played??? oh she’s weak for him she’s down so bad and who can blame her
“you’ve been talking about her all day” HA!
oh his face after saying he’s just excited for chelsea to join in…my man had a feelings realization huh?
so most of this episode is going to be them running around looking for cody mail? i know it’s gonna be hilarious
his gnome? 😭
i too would break the law if grant walked up to me like that
“ramona and i were roommates but to me she was…so much more” the chelsgrant of it all
anyone: *talks*
me: how can i make this about chelsgrant?
THE GLANCE GRANT THREW AT CHELSEA AFTER CODY SAID HE FELL IN LOVE WITH RAMONA??? ENDGAME BITCHES
i hope they’re right about ramona cos i don’t think cody is gonna handle the broken heart well
YOU’RE ONE OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE
i am on such a high right now
his mother?? 😭💀
that dance scene is comedy gold
oh that scene between jayden and jasmine was everything!! i hope the writers continue to grow their relationship throughout the series
chelsea working out with grant i’m gonna love this
not solana gaslighting jayden and claire 😭
knew she wasn’t in a cult but solana practicing law again was not something that i was expecting
her real name is alison. okay.
I COULD JUST KISS YOU RIGHT NOW
just took the sharpest intake of breath
SHUT THE FUCK UP
the writers are sick. just sick.
that opening scene made my heart stop and for what
ohhhhhhhh this hurts
my guy got rejected by both sisters i just know he’s sick
awww grant and clair had a meet cute 🥺
she most likely still has feeling for him and i’m most likely going to fling myself off a building 😃
“he’s not dead like we were hoping” fngjfjdks
“and we’re back, baby, hell yes!” why is this grandpa literally me
“this is all such a mess” you have no idea
“if i sit here any longer, i’m gonna kiss you” do it! do it! i am begging you to do it!
ohhh my girl’s so happy why does it have to end 😩
WHAT. THE. FUCKKKK!!!??!?!?!?!
well that cliffhanger is going to be all i think about for the coming future 🙃 not losing hope. like i said earlier, it’s about the slow burn. we’ll get there eventually! chelsea and grant’s dynamic and chemistry is too good to do nothing with. it’s the long con.
this show is hilarious and i truly hope it comes back for a season two bc it deserves it.
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Okay so since Dave York is the boy we indulge for our darker fantasies, can we get some more HCs about his role playing and stuff? I feel like this man would absolutely go feral the more of a fight you put (all consensual of course) like the head canon of him losing his mind after you scratch him on the face sent me 😭 (he also has an infidelity and a breeding kink change my mind)
Hi bby! Okay...
WARNING, SOME DARK SEXUAL THEMES BELOW, ELEMENTS OF NON CON, BREEDING KINK, MASOCHISM AND SADISM ETC TIS DARK Y'ALL READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION
18+
Gender Neutral reader until mentioned below.
(Gif is not mine credit goes to the artist who created it)
Dave is definitely into some darker kinks.
He adores play fighting as mentioned before and the harder you 'resist' the harder Dave's cock gets. By the time he had you pinned to the bed your 'attacker' had one firm hand around your neck while his other was making quick work of his belt.
He goes on and on muttering how "good you fucking look" and "how am I not suppose to fuck you baby?" But the game comes to a quick halt when you accidentally scratch his face. He pauses and look genuinely pissed off for a second and before you can stutter out how you are "so fucking sorry Dave." He smiles wickedly down at you and flips you over, raising your hips and spitting on your asshole as he rubs over the small hole.
You whine at the feeling as he spanks your ass and backs of your thighs hard. "You little fucking bitch, you did that on purpose" as he fucks into your tight ass for the first time that's not just 'putting the tip in'.
Now for the infidelity aspect.....I may be upsetting a few of you but I genuinely don't see him into actual infidelity.
His work is stressful enough and majority of his professional life has been surrounded by people (him included) that are expendable. He doesn't need more of non commitment in his life. So he likes the idea and roleplay of infidelity.
Many times your parents will take the kids and Dave gives you time for him to 'hunt for you' a.k.a you go into the city, chill out at one of the many pricy hotels and 'bump into a stranger' (hi Dave) while your husband is 'away on business'. He likes the idea of you being a "cock hungry, desperate whore" who will "take any cock in this needy hole"
Afab for breeding kink below
And Breeding kink yes, you have already given him two daughters and he definitely wants more, and weirdly he has a personal mission for a son? You think its just because of some weird, keeping the York name but he just wants a chance to raise a boy how his parents didn't, kind of a vendetta against his dad.
He's definitely always fucking you without a condom now that you two are married. He sees literally no point and he can't think of anything better than seeing his cum leak out of you. This is also the time he likes to take out his third burner phone that's just full of nudes of you.
He jokes that it could be used for blackmail if you ever wrong him... yeah jokes...you know better that there is 100% truth to that. You're smarter than to cross Dave, the ultimate double crosser. You know for a fact if you ever tried to turn on him he would use anything on that phone to get you to shut up and stay.
Another dark theme in getting you to shut up and stay is that weirdly around the time you found out about Dave's real job...you know murdering people, you also found out you were pregnant...you were never planning on leaving him even after you found out he's a hire to kill, but you can't help but wonder if he....weirdly planned this all out? For you to find out but you're knocked up with his kid already...
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