okay yeah the dove is dead but isn’t its plumage beautiful? don’t you think it would taste delicious cooked up in a nice orange sauce? where are you going? please… i worked so hard killing this dove for you. won’t you give it just a little taste? a tiny nibble. for me. please. pl e as e
omg , @suntosirius,@youaremydesign! I loved your series, Boy! It’s given me the strength to draw young Will! I noticed that it’s incomplete and since im an absolute whore for the series im very excited to see where it’s going!!!! Thank you for writing such a wonderful fic.
omg look at this ART, THIS IS GORGEOUS!! Thank you so so so much TT_TT
Fatal Break In {Frankie Morales x F!Reader x Dave York}
Rating:Explicit
Word Count: 7.6k
Warnings: Polyamory, MMF relationship, guns, threats of rape, threats of death, restraints, violence, so much violence, gore, torture, dismemberment, death, blood, biting, rough treatment (Frankie’s a little feral), hand jobs, face sitting, vaginal sex, soft aftercare.
Comments: Your weekend away with your men turns into something from a movie. Escaped convicts ruining the quiet peace of the lonely mountain cabin. They think they have run into easy targets, until Dave and Frankie prove to them how very wrong they are.
DEAD DOVE - DO NOT EAT : This work does contain materials that might be disturbing to some. Consume at your own risk.
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Your relationship with Dave York and Francisco Morales was anything but conventional. You were completely aware of that, but you honestly didn’t care. You know you sometimes received looks when you were out in public and switched from having your arm around Dave’s waist to sticking your hands in the back pockets of Frankie’s jeans. Obviously squeezing what little bit of booty the man possesses with eagerness.
All that mattered was that for some strange reason, the three of you worked together. Amalgamated together in a partnership that was easier than you had ever thought possible with you had ever thought about the entire polyamory thing. Not that that was what you defined your relationship as. They were yours and you were theirs. It was as simple as that.
“You know he’s going to spend all day on that dock with his fishing pole in the water.” The steam from Dave’s coffee cup curls lazily into the air. His breath just barely shows in the crisp morning as he grins and blows on it so he can take a sip. It wasn’t quite spring and for some reason, the need to get away from the city and come out into nature just called this weekend.
“I know.” You lean in behind him and press your lips to his cheek, freshly shaven and you smirk at the obvious differences between the men. Dave was clean cut, freshly shaved even on an early Saturday morning. Whereas Frankie’s hair still stood up, poking out from where he had rolled out of bed and jammed that beloved Standard Heating Oil hat on his head leaving the house before the two of you had even opened your eyes.
Holy shit the Dead Dove is real but holy fucking hell was it hot reading these two go ABSOFUCKINGLUTELY FERAL.
This is brutal, and not for people not ok with reading that but goddamn did it capture the ruthlessness that would rise up in these two if their loved ones were threatened.
