Hi, hello. I hope youâre well, angels. â¤ď¸
Have a snippet from my untitled Dave York x f!reader fic that has been relentlessly torturing me all night and driving me fucking wild.
đŤ Itâs 18+, and if I manage to successfully work the words from my head to screen, itâs going to be feral and Iâm not at all sorry. Think Mr and Mrs Smith, but with absolutely no love and just straight up obsession and fucking.
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You watch him from your peripheral as you listen to Carol and Patrick converse, standing just a little straighter, maybe just sticking your chest out a little further, when his dark eyes rake over your frame. He catches your movement, catches the way your back arches ever so slightly to drag his gaze back to your chest. It worksâof course, you were gorgeousâbut itâs typical, boring. Another bored housewife with a lack lustre husband looking for a quick thrill. He almost feels sorry for you. Almost.
Patrick catches his attention when he poses a question, and you watch Daveâs face animate, going from calculating to pleasant in a split second, through slightly narrowed eyes.
âOh, you work out of town, Dave?â
âEvery so often.â He replies vaguely, smiling civilly.
âLike you, darling,â Patrick grins at you, wrapping a tender arm around your waist and sharing a smile with Carol.
You hum, eyes meeting Daveâs with a teasing uplift to your lips as your gaze darkens, âPerhaps weâre in the same line of work.â
Daveâs smile turns feral and your stomach tightens in anticipation as he eyes you menacingly, âI doubt it.â
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Trying to focus on other shit but Dave just keeps stealing my attention so hoping to have it done within the next few days if all goes to plan.














