You’re in a zombie apocalypse. Good news is, you’re not alone. A Pedro Pascal character will guide you to safety. To determine which Pedro character you’ve been paired up with, pick one of the numbers below. After voting, click “read more”. Good luck.
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Voting ended onApr 21
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1: Joel Miller (The Last of Us)
2: Ezra (Prospect)
3: Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)
4: Harry Castillo (Materialists)
5: Dave York (The Equalizer 2)
6: Francisco “Catfish” Morales (Triple Frontier)
7: Max Lord (Wonder Woman 1984)
8: Pero Tovar (The Great Wall)
9: Reed Richards (The Fantastic Four: First Steps)
You spare me the righteous bullshit, alright? You do what you have to do and you move on.
There's no moving on from this, Dave. We all gotta pay for our sins.
Oh yeah, what about you? Do you deserve to die for yours?
Hundred times over.
Alright. Well, guess what? There is no sin. No virtue. It's just shit people do.
PEDRO PASCAL as DAVE YORK
The Equalizer 2 (2018) dir. Antoine Fuqua
Summary: Daisy's sister sets her up on a blind date.
WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Alcohol. Mention of divorce. Slight daddy kink. F!oral. Fingering. Spanking. Protected piv. Commitment issues. Food/eating. Embarrassing sexual encounter. Daisy's sister is nicknamed Pickle because I thought it sounded cute
A/n: Dave won the poll this time, so I guess we have more Dave fans than I thought 💓 I hope you enjoy this next installment. I'm working hard to bring out more..
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“I know the perfect guy for you,” Pickle told me over the phone. I put her on speaker as I cradled my leg to my chest, concentrating on painting my toenails – Essie Watermelon.
Rolling my eyes I bit back the sarcastic response that perfection is subjective. “Who is this Mr. Perfect?” I asked.
“My husband knows him through work. His name is David York. He’s recently divorced–”
“Divorced divorced? Like legally? Or just separated? There’s a huge difference.”
“Yes, he’s divorced divorced. And really cute! He’s a government agent.”
I let myself drift off as Pickle rambled on.
“So, this Saturday at eight?” she asked.
“Huh? Where? What?”
Pickle sighed, frustrated with my lack of attention. “You. David. Date. Saturday. Eight pm. Copper Creek Grill.”
“O.K.,” I responded, just as exasperated. “What’s the deal with him anyway? Why is he perfect for me?”
“Because he’s single and cute and has a good job. Plus he has kids from his previous marriage, so he probably wouldn’t expect you to get knocked up or anything.”
“Great,” I said sarcastically. “My Prince Charming.”
“So you’d be willing to date a divorced guy?”
“I have to meet him first, Pickle.” Content that my nails were dry I put my sister on speaker as I started on my fingers. “Don’t start choosing bridal shower invitations just yet.”
“I just want to see you settled, Dais,” she said gently. It turned my heart all around.
“I know.. and I appreciate it.. love you, sis.”
“Love you too, sis,” she said back. “So. Should I call David and let him know you’re interested?”
I sighed. “Yeah, sure. Why not?”
“You’re David?” I asked the tall, broad gentleman at the bar, nursing a whiskey.
“Yes,” he said enthusiastically, standing to shake my hand. “And you’re Daisy, right? Your sister told me a lot about you.” He walked with me to get a booth nearby.
“She’s my older sister. I bet she had a lot of interesting material,” I said we sat down.
“Any other siblings?”
“Thankfully no,” I smirked.
“I see.” He smiled at me as he settled in across the table. “I have an older sister myself. I can relate.”
We talked a little bit about our families. He brought up his divorce, which was pretty recent but, in his words, was “long overdue.”
He was cute – I couldn’t stop checking him out as he spoke – his eyes lit up when he talked about his daughters, the soft plushness of his lips held my attention, the perfect thickness of his fingers as he held the menu had me wondering where else he’d be thick..
If he was feeling the same way he didn’t show it. He was a gentleman the entire time, and at the end of the date he only kissed my cheek. I supposed he was taking it slow because he didn’t want to rush into getting physical with someone so soon after divorcing.
He insisted on my calling him “Dave” instead of “David” and I teased him for having such a game show host name. Secretly I wondered how I was supposed to scream Dave in a fit of passion. Maybe I could scream baby or oh god yes or even daddy if he was amenable to it. I figured I had time.
After five dates (our first dinner, the movies, another dinner, a concert, and then late night drinks) I finally popped the question.
“Do you want to come up?”
We barely made it past the front door, leaving a trail of clothes in our wake. But as much of a hurry he was in to get there, he took his time with me. He ate me out as I bent over the bed, spreading me wide to lick up every inch of space he could, then using his fingers to fuck me until I came over and over again until I finally had to push him away, my pussy and clit oversensitive.
He liked me to ride him in reverse cowgirl, his big hands grabbing my ass and giving light spanks as he guided me up and down on his cock. And when I finally tired out after coming again he pressed me flat to the bed and fucked me so hard my bedposts rattled against the wall.
I ended up screaming Dave after all.
“You’re neighbors are gonna hate me,” he said breathlessly, falling next to me on the bed and getting rid of the condom.
“I hope that means you’re going to be coming over a lot more.. and coming over and over..” I grinned like an idiot as he held me close.
Pickle was insistent on knowing the details, so sure that I was going to tell her Dave was The One. I liked him, but I wasn’t too interested in maintaining an actual relationship. Even if he was hung and could fuck like a machine.
Getting invested in furthering whatever this was with Dave meant I’d eventually meet his kids at one point, and possibly his ex-wife. It was a lot to consider. I was just enjoying myself in the meantime.
We always ended up at my place, even just for lazy nights watching TV. “Are you living in a motel or something?” I teased him one night as we shared Szechuan noodles and pinot noir. “Did your wife get the house in the divorce?”
He just smiled and shook his head. “I’m there a couple nights out of the week, for the girls’ sake,” he said. “I’ve got a place a few blocks over, just to keep close to them.”
“That’s really sweet,” I said, touched by the efforts he made to stay in his daughters’ lives.
“Do I get any points for that?”
Smirking, I climbed onto his lap, grinding down slowly. “Just a few.. for now.”
“Come back to my place,” he invited me after a particularly long makeout session in the car after another date. We were still in the parking lot of the pub, a light rain dotting the windows around us.
“Are you sure?” Secretly I was excited to see where he lived. I wanted to see Dave in his own surroundings for once.
He nodded. “Yeah, come on. You can spend the night if you want.”
We tried to be quiet as we got in the door, but I was too excited, jumping on him immediately. My lips crashed against his as I jumped into his arms. “Take me to your room,” I whispered.
We were having fun under the sheets, Dave especially excitable as he fucked into me with more energy than he ever had before. He flipped me into every position, eager to make me come in every way imaginable. He had me in doggy style when his bedroom door suddenly opened.
I froze, ducking my head even as he kept thrusting into me, the bedframe rattling with the movement.
“Sorry,” someone whispered from the doorway. “It’s just me, honey, I forgot to put your laundry away. I don’t want it staying in the dryer overnight.”
“It’s okay, Mom,” Dave replied, albeit a little breathless.
MOM?? I muffled a shriek and pulled the pillow over my head, tapping Dave’s thigh to signal him to stop.
“Don’t worry, I’m not looking,” Mrs. York said in a teasing manner. It made me want to puke. “David, are you ever going to introduce us to your friend?”
“Dave,” I hissed. “Get. Off. Me.”
“Sure, Mom. Hey, can you hand up those shirts? I don’t want them wrinkled.”
“Of course, honey. And I’ll iron them for you in the morning if they need it. Are you two being safe?”
“Yes, Mom,” he said, somewhat annoyed.
“What’s your name, dear?” the lady asked me. I shook my head, wishing I could shrink or turn invisible.
“She’s Daisy, okay? She’s my girlfriend. Thanks for bringing the laundry, but can you give us some privacy please?”
“Sorry, dear. I’ll get out of your way. You two enjoy, and please don’t make too much noise. I don’t want you to wake your father.”
“I’m already awake,” a deep voice grumbled. I cringed. Both of his parents were in the room.
“Dad!” Dave protested.
“All right, son, we’re leaving. Say good night to your friend from us.”
The door closed. Dave had already gone soft.
“What the hell was that??” I hissed at him, pushing him off me and wrapping the sheet around myself.
“Well.. I’m living with my parents. It’s temporary,” Dave added sheepishly.
“You said you had a place close to your children,” I reminded him.
“I do,” he admitted with a sigh. “My kids are only a short drive from here..”
I shook my head. “Oh my god.. and why the hell did you let them walk in on us?”
“They always do that when I bring a girl over. Ever since high school. Believe me, it’s weird but I’ve learned to just put up with it.”
“It is weird,” I muttered, getting up and putting my clothes back on. “Is that why you never wanted to bring me over?”
“It’s either this or bring you back to the home I still share with my ex-wife.”
“I can’t do this,” I decided. “I’m sorry, Dave. I like you, but this whole situation is just too much.”
Dave sighed deeply, closing his eyes. “Yeah.. I understand.”
I felt bad, but a middle-aged divorced man splitting his time between his ex’s home and his parents’ place was not someone I could continue with. Maybe Dave would reconcile with his wife. Or maybe he’d find someone who was okay being interrupted during sex by his parents as if it were nothing.
All I knew was I had to get out, and that I probably couldn’t trust my sister’s opinions of men from here on out.
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