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minnesota-fats · 11 months

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A fic-lit about Danny working at the watchtower, not as a superhero but as an engineer.

This is based on an prompt I read months ago but cant find where Danny put that he was a halfa on his resume but the hiring manager didn’t pay attention to it and hired him anyway. Rather than that its just Danny working at the watchtower and vibing on break when a tiny Robin finds him in the viewing deck.

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Danny had been working for the justice league watchtower for a couple of months. He has seen hero’s come and go, paying him no mind and he was absolutely living for it! Unlike at 14, he was just a simple, normal worker—despite being half dead and the next in line for the crown in the infinite realms—he is just a simple mechanical engineer, Danny Nightingale. No one to fight, no one to save, just a big space station that needed someone to help keep it up in space.

And that's another bonus to this job; Space!

He gets to spend his shift up in the stars, looking out at the cold expanse of their solar system. Admiring the earth from a whole new angle, and he is getting paid to do it! Sure he could go into space any time, but being able to spend a good portion of his time here really made his core sing in joy. When he was on break he would wander around the areas he had clearance to go into, looking out every window at every star. Cataloging the ships movement through space with sharp eyes. His favorite place to go is the viewing deck, it was exactly what it sounded like, a place to just go and view that space outside.

It was there that Danny decided to take his break today, the Watchtower was at just the right angle to be able to see the earth from the viewing deck. Danny smiled watching the planet he lived on from afar, this really was the best job he could have ended up with!

A few months back he was having a hard time finding work after college, sure he had all the proper qualifications for the positions he applied for. But due to his medical condition—being half dead with a slow almost nonexistent heartbeat—they all refused him, afraid that his heart wouldn't keep up if he left the atmosphere to board any of the space stations orbiting the earth. To be fair it wouldn't have, he tested it by flying up to the moon and back the old fashioned way. But he couldn't just tell them that; being an ecto entity was still a crime that he was just barely able to get away from at age eighteen.

He came out to his parents once he graduated high school, they reacted poorly. Danny’s mom saw red and tried to kill him the rest of the way, claiming that Danny was just a ghost “piloting” his corpse around. Danny’s dad just stayed silent and watched, but before maddie could really do anything he acted. Jack knocked Maddie out with a strong blow to the back of her head. Danny remembered the hope that he had when Jack did that, but after he looked up at the man that hope died in his chest. The man looked torn, both angry and sad and in a voice lacking any of the familiar warmth said, “leave before she wakes up.” And he turned to pick up Maddie and made his way up the stairs. It was because of his dad that he was able to get away because after that Danny Fenton was declared dead. With the help of Sam and Tucker he was able to make a new identity for himself and go to school. From that day on Danny decided to move on and never look back.

After putting his name out there time and time again he was rejected. It wasn't until he got a letter in the mail saying he had been scheduled for an interview at Wayne tech of all places. He didn’t remember applying there but decided to go anyway, needing some sort of job to get him through. But when he got there he was greeted by Lucius Fox and Batman of all people! Danny nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw the dark knight, Danny couldn't help but think the worst. But before he could bolt, Lucius explained that Batman was looking for workers with the help of Wayne Industries for the base of operations for the Justice League—The Watchtower. Turns out all his applications to several different space programs caught the man’s attention. He even explained that Danny wouldn't even need to have a physical or get on a spaceship because The Watchtower utilized teleportation technology. Danny was so excited that he agreed on the spot without even knowing the benefits he would get from working with them. Which—surprising to no one—were a lot of benefits.

Danny was drawn from his thoughts when he heard the soft, almost nearly nonexistent footsteps coming from behind him. Danny turned and saw a child—no older than twelve—wearing a hero’s costume that looked like he was mimicking a traffic light. The kid froze in his tracks when Danny turned to face him, the two staring at each other for a few moments before the kid smiled and waved at him.

“Hi,” the kid beamed at Danny, “I’m D—Robin!”

Danny lifted a brow, “you a part of the justice league?” He asked, not remembering a kid being a part of their team.

The kid shook his head, “No, my guardian is though!” He explained.

“Ah, neat,” Danny said nonshalontly as he turned back to look at the window, “you come to see the view?” He asked.

The kid walked farther into the room and gasped when he got a better look at said view. “Woah—”, he exclaimed, now standing next to Danny.

Danny looked beside him to see the stars reflecting off of the kids' eyes, “cool isn't it? I come here on my lunch breaks," Danny says.

The kid looked at him and then squinted suspiciously, “if you're at lunch where is your food?” He asked.

Danny smiled, “I forgot my lunch at home today,” Danny lied, seeing the stars gave him enough energy to continue going. He usually eats when he gets home.

“Really?” The kid asked with a raised brow.

Danny smiled and looked around to see if anyone else was there, when he saw no one he asked, “do you wanna hear a secret?” He asked. Robin looked around himself as well before he leaned down a bit so Danny could whisper into his ear, “I actually just absorb the energy from the stars to sustain myself.” He explained.

“Really?” Robin asked, looking at him again, trying to gauge if Danny was lying or not.

Danny smiled, “yep,” he said, popping the p, “that's why I got a job here, that way I won’t starve to death.” Danny grins.

“But cant you just look at the stars from earth?” Robin asked, tilting his head.

“I mean, sure,” Danny says with a shrug, looking back out the window, “but this is so much better, isn't it?”

Robin looked out the window, “yeah!” The boy exclaimed, “it's so much clearer up here than in Gotham.” He commented.

Danny smiled and looked back at the boy, “I live in Gotham, too.”

“Really?” Robin asked, “No wonder you come up here,” the boy commented, causing Danny to snort in laughter and it wasn't long before Robin joined him.

“You got that right,” Danny says with a smirk before something dawns on him, “Wait, hero from gotham? I didn't know Batman had a kid?” Robin looked away, Danny could feel his nerves and sadness pass through him.

Danny was about to tell him that he didn't have to talk about it but before he could get his words out Robin spoke up, “My parents died about a year ago… he took me in only recently, he decided to train me when I found out he was Batman,” the kid says looking down at his feet, a glare etched on his face, “i never got to avenge my parents, the murderer had a heart attack before I could even get to him….”

Danny reached out to the kid and placed his hand on Robin’s shoulder, Robin looked up at him—as if remembering that Danny was there with him.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Danny says softly, Robin looks away from him. “But I can tell you wholeheartedly, your parents are proud of you and what you are doing,” robin began rubbing at his mask, preventing him from wiping the tears away from his eyes underneath. “Here,” Danny says as he goes to pick up the 12 year old, “let's get you back to the Big Black Bat, I bet he is looking for you.”

Danny sits Robin on his hip and walks out of the room, rubbing circles into the child’s back. They walk together in silence, Robin resting his head in the crook of Danny's neck. “…Thank you,” Robin mumbles.

“Don't mention it kid,” Danny says as he looks around the corridor trying to spot anyone who could help him get this kid to the upper levels, “I know what it's like to lose your parents….”

“Really?” Robin asked, his head lifting off of Danny’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Danny says, “they didn't die, but they basically said they never wanted to see me again.”

Robin gasped, “that's not nice!” Robin declared making Danny laugh again.

“Your right,” Danny agrees as he turns down another hall towards where the zeta tubes were, maybe someone in there could help. “But, now I'm here, having the time of my life with the job of my dreams.”

Robin smiled again, “you could say you're living the HIGH life.”

Danny paused in the hall and started snickering, “that was a good one, Birdy.”

“Birdy?” Robin asked.

“Yeah, your name is Robin, that's a bird, so Birdy,” Danny explained, “its a nickname

“Does that make us friends?” Robin asked.

“Sure, as long as your guardian is ok with it.”

The boy smiled happily, excited at the idea of having made a new friend. The calm was interrupted but Danny’s supervisor yelled from across the room, “Nightingale!” He shouts, causing Danny to jump.

Danny turns to look at the man, “hey boss—” he starts, blocking Robin from the man, not wanting to scare the kid.

“You are late to clock back in! You're not getting paid to sit around with your head in the clouds!” The man shouts.

“Sorry sir, I was—”

“No! You need to get back to work, NOW!” He demanded, “this is a multibillion dollar space station, everything needs to be on a strict schedule!”

Danny sighed, his supervisor hasn't liked Danny from day one. Something about him being “young and nïeve” or something like that; “head higher up into space than we were right now.” At least that's what Danny heard him say about him once or twice.

Danny was about to talk back when something just past his manager caught his eye. It was Batman, walking fast with a look that told everyone to get out of the way. But Danny could feel the worry bleed off the man in waves. Must be looking for Robin, Danny’s mind supplied. Danny sidesteps his supervisor and shouts, “Hey Batman!” To catch the dark knight’s attention. Danny had to restrain his laughter when he saw the look of horror pass on his supervisor's face.

Now with the vigilanties cold glare focused on him, Danny smiled and adjusted his stance to show Robbin to him. “Looking for you kid?” Danny asked.

Robin smiled nervously and waved at Batman, guess he wasn’t supposed to wander off like he did. “Hey B!” He shouts.

Batman’s glare softens so slightly, a regular person would have missed it. However, Danny could feel the man’s previous anxieties melt away into a strong relief. Batman strutted forward and glared down at Danny—despite Danny being taller than him. Danny just smiled and adjusted Robin on him so he could hand him over to the dark knight.

Now in Batman’s arms, Robin tapped his pointer fingers together nervously. “Sorry for wandering off,” he mumbled before his smile came back full force, “but,” he exclaimed, “I made a friend! His name is Danny and he liked my puns! And we both have bird names!” He exclaimed all while pointing at Danny.

Batman looked from the kid in his arms to Danny, “hmm,” he grumbled. A man of few words, Batman nods at Danny.

Danny nodded back, “He’s a good kid, glad I was able to help.” Danny replied. Feeling gratitude from that small gesture alone. Batman isn't the most expressive but being able to read emotions like Danny really helps when talking to people.

Batman turns his head to look over at Danny’s superior, “hmm.” After that Batman turned and walked away.

Robin climbed to sit up on Batman’s shoulder and waved back at Danny, “Bye bird buddy! Have a good day!” He shouts as Batman enters the elevator. The doors closing behind them and leaving the zeta tube control center in near silence.

Danny looked back to his supervisor who looked as pale as a sheet ghost, Danny gave him a shit eating grin and shrugged at him. “I tried to tell ya—”

“Get back to work Nightingale!” He shouts.

“Ok, ok, I'm going.” Danny says, turning on his heels and walking away from the man with his hands held up in surrender.

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I have so many ideas for this au and if I write more I might post it on my AO3 feel free to read other things I posted on there!

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whiskeynwriting · 10 months

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MBFD - Ch. 12: Promises For the Future

Dave York x Female Reader

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Word Count: 7.6k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI)

Dirty talk, some praise, daddy kink, olfactophilia, hickies/bruising, oral sex (f receiving), domestic arguments, mentions of separation and divorce, vaginal fingering, unprotected vaginal sex

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A/N: Alright babies, this finale is coming up quick! Take in the angst while you can (;

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Betrayal is, unfortunately, a feeling you’re used to. You’ve been lied to before, cheated and used. Previous partners have done this to you, and it’s made you look like an absolute fool. It’s brought out the worst in you, too, doing whatever you can for some sense of redemption. And if you’re feeling particularly sensitive, you’ve fought for closure, too. But after you connected with David, you’d assumed all of that was finished. Surely he was too mature to play those games. But apparently, you were wrong.

Feelings of sadness and regret are quite new to you. Cuddling up in your bed, you find it difficult to not give into these emotions. You really loved David, you gave him everything. Keeping your relationship a secret was nowhere near easy, it was the most difficult one you’d ever been in, when considering that. And now you’re wondering, was it all for nothing?

He hasn’t stopped messaging you. Call after call, text after text, until you inevitably put your phone on do not disturb.

Please talk to me

Nothing he could say to you right now will fix it, you’re just not in the right headspace to forgive him. And you really want to, but it’s hard when your pillow is wet with tears. Embarrassment runs cold through your veins, you feel like an absolute fool. Has he been doing this for your entire relationship? Has he just been lying to appease you?

Clearly, it was something you weren’t supposed to see. But at the end of the day, you’re glad you did. You’d rather know about this than continue to be strung along.

His hands had run down her hips, cupping her ass with a little squeeze. And then, he landed a playful smack when she rubbed back against him, smiling. Immediately, your eyes widened, cheeks growing hot enough to bake the goddamn cupcakes you and Molly were making for cheer. Molly had gone to the bathroom upstairs, and you went up to grab your phone. And when you came back down, you saw Dave, smiling wide while touching his wife.

His wife.

They’re still married, only separated, and that makes you feel disgusted inside. Does this mean they’re getting back together?

As soon as David saw you at the bottom of the stairs, his hands couldn’t leave her body fast enough. Shock washed over his face as he gulped, with Carol turning in your direction, too. She smirked, turning to kiss David on the lips. And that made you furious, it was almost like she was trying to piss you off. Did she know about your interest in David? Had she seen you flirting? Possibly him, too?

The excuse you gave Molly was basic, but it’ll have to do for now. Period cramps, and she said she completely understood. You had planned on hanging out until the game, but decided to just meet her there later. And with that, you were in your Jeep and on your way home before Dave even had time to say a word.

What’s worse is that moments before all this, you were flirting. Carol wasn’t downstairs, it was just you, Molly, and her dad. While making the icing, you pulled the cheesy move of sucking some off your finger, which gave him such an easy boner. His ears went pink from trying to hide it, and you giggled. He was way too cute.

But that entire moment faded into nothing when you saw just how much he was flirting with her. Considering the fact that he just took you on a four-day trip to Spain, you feel completely betrayed. You were under the impression that your relationship was fairly serious by now - he’s told you he loves you. He’s talked about living with you, being public with you. Were those just empty promises?

After some time, your phone becomes quiet, the constant notifications coming to an end. Maybe he’s finally given up, accepted the fact that you’ll just have to talk at another time.

Standing from your bed, you make your way into the kitchen. Water helps to calm your nerves, and so does the fluffy blanket on your couch. Lighting a candle, you then take a breath, resting for a beat. You need to get yourself together so you can go to the game without tears running down your cheeks. Within seconds, though, your front door is assaulted with aggressive knocks.

“David, go away.” Keeping the blanket around your shoulders, you open the door with a glare.

“Baby, please talk to me.” He’s out of breath, like he literally just ran over here.

“I don’t want to talk to you.”

Turning, you move to close the door. Not only does he stop you from doing this, he steps inside. His palm presses firmly to the wood, pushing it back as he enters. And this movement forces you backward, watching as he closes the door behind him.

“Baby, please.”

“Honestly, fuck off! You know what you did and you can’t take it back! I never thought I’d have to deal with this kind of shit from you.”

“What shit?”

“You flirting with other women!”

“I wasn’t flirting with her!”

“Don’t lie to me! I saw it with my own eyes!” Snapping back at him, your eyes shoot daggers in his direction. It’s now that he can see just how red and puffy they are.

“I wasn’t flirting with her!”

“Dave, you grabbed her fucking ass. And then slapped it!” Flailing your hands outward, you shrug. “What the fuck do you call that?!”

Pausing for a moment, he thinks, a look of sympathy falling over his face. “Baby, I’m sorry. It’s just, I didn’t -”

“Do you always do that when I’m not around? Are you even separated?”

“We are! And that’s not how we always act, that’s rare, actually.”

“Why does it happen at all?”

“Can you, can we just,” Turning, he gestures to the couch. “Can we just sit? Please?”

“No! I’m not listening to your bullshit excuses!” And with that, you turn, stomping off toward your room.

Now, it’s his turn to get pissed. “Hey,” He says, walking after you. “I’m talking to you!” And the way he says it really gets to you; not necessarily shouting but stern.

Reaching forward, he snatches your wrist, stopping you in your tracks and pulling you back to him. The swiftness of your turn knocks the blanket from your shoulders, eyes staring up at him in shock.

“Don’t just walk away from me.” His voice is dark, expression firm and menacing. “There’s history there, alright? Comfortability, familiarity, and it doesn't happen often. I just, I got caught up in the moment. Caught up in… what my marriage used to be.”

“Do you miss her?” Your question is instant, expression grim as you stare up at him. And truthfully, you’re fearful of his response.

Brown eyes flicker back and forth between your own, a breath of defeat leaving him as he says, “Of course I do. And… you can’t blame me for that.”

It’s not at all what you want to hear, obviously. But a part of you feels you need to be mature about this, try to see things through his eyes. You’ve never been through what he’s experiencing.

Still holding your wrist, his fingers soften, thumb rubbing the back of your hand. “We’ve had so many years of marriage together, decades. There will always be a part of me that misses that, the good times…”

And you suppose you can understand that. Sometimes, you still miss the good memories with Anthony. Not the relationship, just the parts that made you smile. Which, in reality, were few and far between.

“But I don’t miss our marriage now, I don’t miss the woman that she is. And I know there’s nothing I can do to go back to the way we used to be. That’s why we’re divorcing.”

“Are you really, David?” Though your voice is softer than before, the anger beneath your attractive surface is still very much there. “Or… is this just a distraction?”

The question makes his face twist in both hurt and confusion. How could she think that?

“Baby,” Moving to grab both of your hands, David shakes his head. “No.”

“Because if you were to dump me just to go back to her, after everything we’ve been through, and after all the steps you’ve made to separate from her… I’d feel like a fucking idiot, David.”

“There’s no going back on the decisions I’ve made with her, they’re final. We’ve told the girls, it’s done. Even if, for some reason, you and I weren’t together anymore, I wouldn’t go back to her.” And then he shrugs, head shaking lightly. “There’d be no reason to.”

“I want to believe you, that this isn’t something that happens often. But the fact that it was happening at all… it just puts a bad taste in my mouth.”

“I know it was wrong, I can’t explain it away and I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”

“How often did that happen?”

Gulping, he thinks for a beat, shrugging. “Maybe a couple times. It, it genuinely wasn’t out of attraction. Just playfulness, familiarity.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it. Decades of marriage and all that.” Rolling your eyes, you look away from him, unsure of what to make of this. “I mean, if there’s no future for us, what’s the point of this? Telling me you love me? That you want to live with me? Taking me on trips?”

“I do want a future for us! What don’t you understand?!”

“I don’t understand how you can fuck me and then smack your wife’s ass. That’s what I don’t understand. That doesn’t show me commitment.”

Huffing out a breath, David stares at you, his softness disappearing into thin air. His demeanor changes once again, stance shifting, straightening himself above you.

“You want me to show you commitment?” Without giving you a chance to answer, he’s releasing your hands, dominant palm lifting to your throat.

A gasp comes from your lips as he does it, forcing you back into a wall. And then he’s taking your other hand and yanking it down, guiding you to palm him through his pants. Breathily, David’s air fans across your face, grinding into your hand as he says, “Feel how fucking hard you make me? Huh? You think she can do that?”

His grip on your throat cuts off the slightest bit of oxygen, eyes blinking as you take this all in. He’s kissing your jawline and cheek, wet and sloppy lips dragging across your skin.

“You want me to show you how attracted I am to you? How much I love you? How badly I want you to be all mine?”

“David,” Choking, you lift your free hand to grab his wrist.

“How about I bring you back, baby? Huh? Fuck you in the bed I shared with her, make you cum on the sheets. Is that what you want? To mark your territory?”

How this conversation shifted so quickly is beyond you. But the idea he presents is definitely enticing, far more than it should be within your supposedly rational mind. Maybe that is what you need, to claim your territory, mark David as yours and yours alone. The remembrance of Carol’s smug face in the kitchen only serves to tempt you further.

“I’ll put you in a house, baby. don’t you worry…” Running that curved nose along your cheek, he sighs contentedly. “I’ll take care of you. Come home to you, go to bed with you…”

Eyes fluttering shut, you sigh, fingers now moving of their own accord. You squeeze him firmly through his pants, your own hips shifting to grind against his thigh.

“A whole house, huh?” You tease with a playful smirk, and it makes him groan. “You’re gonna bring me back to yours? Fuck me in her bed?”

“Fuck yes.” Pressing his mouth to your own, David is delighted to hear your first, sultry moan. Opening your lips, his tongue explores inside, delicate at first. “God, baby.”

“I love how excited you are for me…”

“I love you, I promise I do.” Holding your face, he whines against you, already panting. “Baby, let me taste you. Let daddy lick between your legs, honey. I need it, I need it so bad.”

“Yeah?” This is the David you know, the man absolutely obsessed with you, the man that crumbles for you, the man that’s devoted himself entirely to you.

“I love you, I love you.”

Reverently, David leads you further back, hands exploring you, caressing and holding you. To think he could have lost this, and so quickly, so foolishly. Over her, a woman who no longer holds much meaning to him. For so long, David has made mistakes. He has created a world that only harbors deceit and misfortune. Through his career, his marriage, so much of his true self is hidden. But not with you, not anymore.

“Think we can make this quick?” Turning your head, you find his neck, soft lips brushing against him.

“Yeah, baby. I’ll make this quick, lick you clean and then watch you get dressed. See you in that sexy little outfit, watch you cheer.” Lowering both hands, he fists your ass.

Continuing to step back, he leads you into your living room, pushing you down onto the couch. The way you plop down with a huff makes him grin, already kneeling between your legs.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty.” Leaning in, he kisses your covered skin, thick fingers digging into your waistband and pulling. In one go, everything is off, aided by the way you lift your hips for him.

“Baby…”

“You love me?” He asks, lips pressing to your naked inner thigh while you stare into those beautiful brown eyes.

“Yes.”

“Then that’s all that matters. I promise.” Shoving those broad hands beneath your ass, he grabs you, tilting your pelvis up toward him. “Now gimme this.”

It’s as soon as he sees the sight of you, the smell of you, that he’s hooked. David’s warm mouth envelopes your center in an instant, tongue licking up through your lips. Head lolling back onto the sofa, you sigh, relaxing against him. Easily, your fingers stroke through his flowing hair, feeling David’s head dip and roll as he tastes you. Both of his hands never leave your thighs and ass, massaging you as he continues.

“Baby… you do it so good.”

Shoving his tongue between your legs, he licks at your walls, caressing them languidly while he moans. Your praise is everything he needs in this moment. It cradles him, reassures him.

“Just like that…”

“Fuck,” He seethes, eyes closed as he enjoys every piece of this moment.

Swirling his tongue around your clit, David pants against you, missing your taste. He remembers when you’d give him your panties, how exciting it was for him to taste you on them, smell you on them. He wonders if you’ll do it for him again…

“Are you my little whore?” Jesus, sometimes this side of him came out of nowhere. “Yeah, your daddy’s fucking whore… only mine, baby. And I’m only yours.”

“David,” Arching your back, you cling to him, fingers curling into his hair.

“Just stay still, baby. Stay still for me, let daddy lick your little fuck hole.”

“Oh my god.”

Pressing his tongue against your clitoris, he salivates at that tang of it, feeling your little bud throb beneath the hot, insistent muscle. His mouth then suctions to you, refusing to let you go.

“I need you,” He commands breathily, “I need you to cum for me, before we have to leave.”

It’s daunting, the task of releasing so soon. It usually took you at least a handful of minutes, but right now, this needs to be fast. You can’t be late for this game, and he can’t be late to drive Molly.

“Baby, I… I don’t know if -”

“Do it now, and I’ll be so happy.” He says it like it’s the only encouragement you could ever need. “I’ll be so happy, sweetheart. Tasting you on my tongue while she sits next to me, watching your flexible body on that field before I take you home to suck on those gorgeous tits.”

“You will, baby?”

“I will, I’ll spend the night with you, honey. But only if you cum, only if you cum before we leave.”

Gazing down, you watch with lidded eyes as he mouths at you, face already shiny from your slick. The indentations his fingers press into your thighs makes you sigh, already anticipating the little bruises sure to form. It’s addicting, seeing him leave his mark on you. Bites and scratches, bruises, all from his adoration and love - his passion for you.

All too quickly, you’re spiraling, fingers sliding through his hair and over the couch cushion as you search for something to grasp. The subtle buck of your hips tells him everything he needs to know, one strong forearm lifting to press them back down.

“Mhmm,” His vibrating hum sends a shockwave through your center, lips parting as you gasp.

With everything in him, he wants to speak to you, talk you through it while you shake in his arms. You’re perfect to him, an absolute goddess to him. All he wants is to see you fall apart just so he can put you back together again.

As if your faith in him is being restored, coming back together in one loving motion, you release. Your muscles relax against him, hips weakly pushing up toward his face as you give into him. It’s gentle, continuous rolling waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Both hands eventually find his head, no longer tugging at his mocha strands but petting them.

“Yes,” It’s so euphoric that you feel a bit emotional from it, tears weeping from the corners of your eyelids.

Thick fingers caress your hips and thighs, David’s wet mouth removing itself from your center to kiss your sensitive skin. Gently, he bites into it, sucking at your plushness. The way he groans makes your head tilt down, lustful eyes watching him. And when he returns your gaze from between your legs, the look in his eye almost scares you. Predatory, powerful, determined. Further down, beneath the line of his shirt’s color, you see something, something that really stands out. From afar, you wouldn’t be able to notice it, the bruise hidden quite well by his shirt’s positioning. But from here, you can see it, the bright red mark you’d bitten onto him, leftover love from your vacation. It’s shocking how red it still is, the blood collecting at the surface just beneath the skin, almost as bright as that man’s blood had been…

“I… do this… originally, I did this for my family.”

“Dave, what are you talking about?” The entire situation terrified you, your limbs quick to tremble as you backed away.

“I work for the Defense Intelligence Agency.”

“Yeah… I know that.”

“Well… I deal with, um… bad… guys.”

Scrunching your brow at him, you became enraged, offended. “I’m not a fucking kid, David. What is this?!”

“A…Assassin isn’t the right word.” He’d said, thinking aloud but clearly making the situation worse.

Your jaw dropped, breaths ceasing in your chest. That’s not what this was, right? The man you’d grown to love certainly wasn’t hired to kill, there’s no way this could be true. But with the evidence right in front of you…

“David,” Your voice was hesitant, emotional. “Please tell me what this is.”

He hesitated before deciding his next move, keeping himself quiet for some time. Never before had he been in this type of situation; this won’t be an easy fix. So, for the time being, he figured it was best to just cut this conversation off quicker than it even started.

With a stern voice and a firm expression, he stepped forward. Invading your space, David grabbed both of your outer arms as he said, “You can’t say anything about this, not to anyone.”

“Wha -”

“No one knows.” He interjected, stare unwavering. “Not Molly, not Carol, no one.”

For a moment, you kept yourself silent. To say shock paralyzed your body would be an understatement. There was a moment in time where you became afraid of him.

“And we’re not going to talk about it.” His voice disrupted your thoughts, fading them into nothing as only his word became truth.

Promptly after his last sentence, he turned, walking into the bathroom. When he reappeared in the living room, he was completely clean. And what perplexed you when he came back out, was that he wasn’t even in there for too long of a time. Curiosity took over your mind, leading you to inspect the bathroom, and he let you. It too, was clean - spotless. So, after that, you sort of just… dropped it.

This pleased him.

Truth be told, the mystery of it all was intriguing. And at the end of the day, you trusted him. The fear you briefly felt easily withered away; he’s never hurt you before, nothing close to it. To your knowledge, you had no reason to feel threatened, or that you may be in danger. Maybe it was better you didn’t know all the details, so that things stayed that way.

“Are you feeling any better?”

Nodding with a wide grin, you respond with, “Yeah, a lot better.”

Molly was truly the best friend. She checked in on you whenever she could, offered support in every way - emotionally, socially, academically, she was always there. And always so understanding, too. It makes you wonder if you’re deserving of it.

“I brought you some pain killers, just in case.” She adds, tapping her bag. “Did you wanna hangout after?”

“I would, but I gotta study, Goof. How about this weekend?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

While Molly walks off, you sigh, sitting on one of the locker room benches. The rest of the girls are dressed and ready, already making their way out onto the field. For a beat, you stay behind, fixing your makeup and grabbing an extra bottle of Gatorade. This is all starting to feel so… meaningless. Cheering, doing dance and Pom, especially when you’ve been blowing off practices left and right for months. Truthfully, you’re shocked you haven’t been kicked off any of the teams, but you almost think that’d be relieving. You don’t think you have it in you to just outright quit, but with exams and graduation coming up, and David creeping into every nook and cranny of your life, there isn’t room for much else.

Speak of the devil.

Why aren’t you out here yet baby? You know I can’t wait to see you

And he truly couldn't be more excited for this. It feels like it’s been forever since he’s been to one of your and Molly’s games. And while he adored watching his daughter do what she loved, he also enjoyed watching your flexible body bend and stretch in that tiny little outfit.

Walking onto the sidelines, it’s hard not to search for him in the crowd. When you look up into the stands, though, he easily sticks out. There’s nothing about him that would necessarily draw attention, it’s just the fact that it’s… him. You naturally gravitate toward him.

The game in and of itself is simple, easy, and your job isn’t much harder. After so many years of high school and now college cheer, you’re used to these routines. It’s not as laborious for you anymore, you have the strength and flexibility to get through each step easily. Which also means you have the extra energy to add a little pep to your step. And he outwardly enjoys this.

Fuming next to him on the bleachers is his overly involved and nearly ex-wife, Carol. Every now and then, she glances over at him, and can clearly see who his stare is targeted at. While Molly is on one end of the sidelines, you’re on the complete opposite side. It’s obvious he isn’t watching his daughter.

“Could you be more obvious?” She seethes, frowning.

David furrows his brow, glancing at her with overt annoyance. “What are you talking about?”

“Stop staring at Molly’s friends and take some time to watch your daughter.”

“Carol, I’m just sitting here. Don’t start shit.”

Her words have little to no effect on him. He watches Molly just as much as he watches you; there is simply just different intent behind his eyes. And right now, the look in his eyes has nearly gone black from looking at you. There’s nothing else that gets him more excited than watching you move in that skirt, your ass just barely peeking out the bottom of it. So soft and smooth and fuck, he wants his hands on it. He remembers when he first saw you cheer, how sexy you looked then. It’s even hotter to him now knowing what he’s able to do to you.

Meet me in the parking lot at halftime.

Of course, your girls ask where you’re off to, but you make the excuse of using the bathroom. Eagerly skipping to the lot, you find David’s SUV, your love standing right beside it. And although you’re a little sweaty and tired, you couldn’t be happier to see him. Any time spent alone with David was time worth spending.

“Baby…” Shaking his head, his eyes trail down to your legs, then up again to your pretty face. Glancing around, he then opens the back passenger-side door. “Get in.”

“We don’t have a lot of time, I -”

But he’s already climbing in and shutting the door, immediately pressing his mouth to yours. He’s folded down the back seats, laying you down against the floorboard with a firm groan.

“I know we don’t have much time,” He replies gruffly, dominant hand working its way beneath your skirt. “That’s why we need to be quick, baby.”

“Jesus, you really like this outfit, don’t you?” With a bright smile on your face, you kiss his cheek, listening to him moan at the feeling of your damp panties.

“When I take you home,” Dave begins, fingers shoving the material aside while mouthing at your neck. “When no one’s there, I want you in it. Want you dressed like this when I fuck you in her bed.”

Originally, you thought it was an offhand comment. But now that the thought of him actually doing that is continuing… you’re starting to believe it’ll actually happen.

“Fuck, babe.” Tossing your head back with an airy laugh, that soon turns into a gasp when one thick finger fills your center.

“Mmm…” Rising to your neck, David grins, nipping at your skin. “Thaaat’s it.”

Already fluttering around him, your hands reach for his biceps, trying to ground yourself in any way you can.

“Baby…” You’re whispering, unable to look down at his movements as his body rests entirely above your own.

“I know it’s not long enough for you to cum, or for us to fuck, but…” Thrusting his finger into you, he grunts, feeling your wetness spill out around his digit. “Fuck, I needed it. We can do more when we get home.”

“Mhm,” It’s a small whimper, one made when he crooks his finger into the deepest parts of you.

Shoving your hips up against him, your small gasps turn to pleasant moans, trying to keep yourself as quiet as possible while he does this. His own hips begin to sway as he continues, rubbing his hard-on against the exposed skin of your thigh.

“Come here, please.” Clawing at his shoulders, you bring him further in, muffling your small cries.

David’s breathy laugh fans over your ear when he feels you bite into his skin, fingers undoing the buttons of his shirt and pulling at his collar in a frenzied fashion.

“Let me hear it,” He then asks, feeling bite after bite and reveling in the fact that you’ve already bruised him. “Call me daddy, baby.”

“Daddy,” The soft demand and your eager compliance lights a fire inside your bellies; the name has meaning to him - he just wants to take care of you. “Please don’t stop.”

Adding another finger, David turns his head, presses sweet kisses to your cheek. “Can’t wait to bend you over the bed in this…”

The muffled chatter of people walking by halts your collective actions, your eyes closing as you press your forehead to him.

“Please, please, please.” You quietly pray against his chest, hoping to god no one looks in.

When the random voices cease, David sighs, pulling his fingers away. “We should go, baby.” But he doesn’t stop kissing your cheek, your jaw, your neck.

“I love you,” Breathing heavily, you relax on the floor once again. “I love this.”

“I love you so much, sweetheart. This is everything I need.”

The excitement, the passion and overt adoration you have for each other, it really is everything he’s ever wanted. He never even got this from Carol when they were dating. He’s starting to wonder if she was ever the right woman for him.

“Go on, baby.” He says with a light tap on your lower cheek. “I’ll be right behind ya.”

Adjusting your skirt, you decide to hop out of the door facing opposite the building, just in case anyone is looking. With your head on a swivel, you’re thankful to find the parking lot empty of anything but parked cars. And after a few steps toward the fieldhouse, David is right behind you. Testing your luck, he ends up jogging forward to your side, walking in the same stride.

“What are you doing?”

“What?” He shrugs, smirking. “There’s no harm in us walking together.”

“There you are.”

Stopping in your tracks with your heart plummeting into your ass, you release a small puff of air. Jesus, when did she get here?

Crossing her arms, Carol eyes the two of you. “What… are you two doing?”

“Ran into her on my way back from the bathroom.” Dave easily returns, hands falling into his front pockets.

“Right…” His wife’s eyes then fall to you, quirking a brow with overt judgment. “Don’t you think it’s strange, walking around with your best friend’s father?”

“Um… not really.” David’s right, this really doesn’t look suspicious. If anything, it’s making her look a little crazy.

“Carol, what the hell?” Dave chastices lightly, eyebrows knitting together as he stares down at her.

Completely ignoring his words, her eyes stay marked on you. “Halftime’s almost over, let’s go.”

The fact that she seems to be ordering you around now makes your eyes widen, fists balling at your sides. “Um,” With a short laugh, you interject. “I’m going to get my phone, and some water. But uh, I’ll see you later… Mr. York.”

The two of you think you’re being so sly, but Carol looks back at just the right second, catching your exchange of knowing looks. She even witnesses David’s little wink. And that pisses her off more than anything.

“Hey!”

“You’re back!”

“Hey,” Sitting down with a smile, you greet your teammates. “How’re you all feeling?”

“Not too bad, considering the heat has been a beast.” Nora replies, wiping her forehead and neck with a towel from the gym.

“We were wondering, what’re you gonna do when you leave?” Molly ends up asking, having to get the nerve to even voice it. She’s been worrying about it since the start of the year.

“How’d that get brought up?” You ask, taking a swig from your bottle.

“I dunno, just worried, I guess. Graduation is coming up quick, ya know?”

“Yeah,” With a shrug, you consider her words. “I’ve been thinking about Master’s programs, maybe something in childcare. Maybe taking a year or two off, I don’t know.”

“Oh! I know about this child psychology degree, I honestly think it’d be perfect for you!”

“Oh, really?” You’re surprised one of your girls is interested in the field, too.

“Yeah! I’ll email you the link later tonight.”

With a smile, you nod. “Alright, thanks.” Maybe this could be a good path for you; you can finally figure out what you want to do.

To say you feel spoiled would be an understatement. By the time you got back to your apartment, David had already ordered the two of you takeout, more specifically, your favorite sushi. You’d placed the food on the counter, showered, and gotten dressed before he came over, having to give Carol a good enough excuse. But at the end of their argument, he was fed up enough to just tell her the truth.

“I’m spending the night at her place, okay?”

“Really? You’re just going to leave your fucking family like that?”

“For one night? Yes.”

“It’s her, isn’t it.” She’d fixed her stance, arms crossed over her chest with tears burning in her eyes. “Molly’s fucking friend.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” David practically yelled, trying desperately to stay calm. In truth, he just didn’t want Carol talking about you. Something about her mentioning your very existence made him boil inside. “I’m leaving, I don’t care.”

And then, he was gone. Knowing that he had enough of his own items at your home, he didn’t even bother packing before getting in the car. One of the many benefits of how close the two of you have become.

“Baby,” Giggling, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him even further in.

David groans against you, grin wide as he brushes his lips over your shoulder and throat. In just his boxers, he cuddles into you, holding you beneath his sturdy frame. And he’s so warm against your body, so warm and firm and comforting.

“You’re just perfect.” He says to you, squeezing you even harder in his arms. He’s become rather fit over these past few weeks, working out whenever he’s not at work or with you.

“You’re cute.” Another laugh, another kiss to his neck and cheek. “Hey, um… I, I wanted to ask you…”

With the hesitancy in your voice, David rolls off of you and onto his side where he’s able to see your face. And once he’s comfortable, your head turns, meeting those chocolate brown eyes.

“Carol, is she… does she know? About us?”

Laying his head on the pillow, he contemplates this, answering honestly. “I don’t know, really. It kinda seems like it, doesn’t it?”

“Hell yeah it does. What was that about today? At halftime?”

“No fucking clue. She also told me to ‘stop watching Molly’s friends’ during the game, too.”

“Really?” This intrigues you so much that you fully sit up, shocked to hear she actually had the balls to say that. But it’s nothing compared to what he tells you next.

“She, um… actually accused me of it, before leaving the house to come here…”

“What? What did she say?”

“She accused me of sleeping with you, that you’re the new woman I’m seeing.”

“Holy shit, she knows.”

“Babe, I -”

“She totally fucking knows.” Continuing on, you ignore his attempts to interject, thinking aloud as you say, “That makes so much sense. The way she stares at me lately, the looks she gives me. I had a feeling…”

“Baby, calm down. She doesn’t know anything, okay?”

“You should know telling me to calm down does not calm me down.” Shooting him a stern glare, you go on to ask, “What should we do about this, though? Should we do anything?”

“If we had things my way, we’d just deny it until we’re ready.”

“Ready?”

“Yeah,” He shrugs, “Ready to tell everyone.”

“You really think we’ll get there someday?” And the way you say it is soft, hopeful but scared.

All he does is smile. “I think so.” His certainty is refreshing; it puts you at ease.

The buzz of your phone interrupts your small chat, Molly apparently in need of some friendly love. It’s clear she’s in distress as soon as you answer the phone, and even though the call isn’t on speaker, David can hear everything.

“Is everything okay?” She’s already crying on the other end, sniffling loudly.

“This situation with my parents is so shit lately.” And David’s heart sinks. “My mom just told me that my dad left for the night, that he’s already seeing someone new.”

“I’m, I’m so sorry, Goof…”

Guilt envelopes you like a sopping wet blanket, uncomfortable and cold. You’ve caused this, her anguish.

“I want them to be happy, I just wish they were happy together.”

Dave wishes she could see that they’re happiest when apart. He’s hoping both of his daughters will eventually understand.

“The way she talks about him… I just fucking hate it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Since they told us about the divorce, she’s shit-talked him every time he’s not in the house. Calling him a deadbeat, a cheater. But when we ask her about it, she’ll just yell at us! Like we’re the problem. I know my dad didn’t cheat on her, I fucking know it. He wouldn’t do that.”

And to hear her say that brings relief to both of you.

“I don’t think he’d do that, either. He’s not that type of man.”

“He definitely isn’t. I don’t know, dude, this whole thing is starting to show me the worst side of my mom.”

“That has to be hard, I’m really sorry you’re going through this, babe. I wish there was more I could do.” Glancing over at David, you share a look of remorse. But never regret.

“You already do a ton; you’re always here for me.”

“I try to be. And you know, maybe it’d make you feel better if you spent more time with your dad. If your mom isn’t being very receptive to your relationship, try strengthening the one you have with him. I know he misses you - I mean, he has to, right?” Trying to fix your wording has you tripping over the syllables. Lucky for you, she doesn’t even notice.

“You know, that’s not a bad idea.”

Your suggestion makes a sense of happiness and warmth bloom within David’s chest.

Chuckling briefly on the other end, Molly sighs. “You know, sometimes you have the best suggestions.”

“Awe, thanks Goof.” Even if you weren’t sleeping with her dad, you’d still do everything you could to make her feel better.

“Sometimes, I wish you were my mom.”

“You know…” Laughing nervously, your eyes turn to David once again. “I might as well be.”

Molly ends up feeling bad for calling so late, and ends the conversation with a million thank you’s and I love you’s. You return them all with sincerity in your tone.

“I really appreciated that.” David then says, voice quiet. “You suggesting she spend time with me. I’d really love that.”

Smiling, you lean over, placing a hand on his broad chest to rub him softly. “I know you would, baby. You deserve to spend time with them.”

“Yeah…” He suddenly nods, eyes flickering back and forth between your own. “I’m gonna keep you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” With a laugh, you lean in, placing a sweet kiss on the tip of his arched nose.

“One day, baby, it’ll be just you and me. And everybody will know.”

The way he loved on you that night made you feel special, like you were hand picked just for him. His movements were slow and purposeful, long strokes deep and steady as he held your hips down on the bed. His grip was near-painful, pinching the delicate skin along your pelvis as he kept you where he wanted. Aside from the small gasps and puffs of air, the room was silent, the two of you listening intently to the growing sound of your wet sex.

Every thrust filled you entirely, the thickness of him absolutely tearing you apart. While stretching your lips wide, he watched the rush of your slick coat his length. The sloppy sound of your walls opening up for him made his head spin, eyes glued to the place you repeatedly connect; time and time again, it never ceases to amaze him, just how well your skin stretches around his erection, just how warm and welcoming you feel while he’s making a home for himself inside.

“Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you princess.” He whispered into your ear, moaning. “You’re always such a good girl for me.”

It was sweet, the way you laid there for him, the way you let him fuck out his frustrations before making love to you and your body.

“Oh god,” David huffed out, panting while tightening his grip. “I’ve never felt anything as good as you.” And it was true. Inside and out, you make him experience everything as if it were brand new.

And while he took his time with you, you kissed him, licked and bit his skin. When he would inevitably leave your home in the morning, you wanted him to have reminders, things to bring him back to these loving memories until you were together again. They were always so pretty, the pink and red splotches on his skin, how they often turned dark and purple, sensitive.

It wasn’t long before he was begging you to be on top, pawing at your tits while you rode him. And you did it so goddamn well, riding his cock like you’d never get the chance to feel him again. You bottomed out every time, fully sitting back on him before rising again. Eventually, he pulled you in, mouthing at your chest before sucking the perfect peaks of them into his mouth. And with Carol butting in so much lately, he couldn’t help but think of her, think of how much nicer your tits were.

But that was last night, when you were wrapped in warm, comfortable bliss. Now, he’s back at home, back at the place he’s been villainized in. But if he’s lucky, he’ll be able to spend most of the day in his office.

Thankfully, the house is seemingly empty, allowing him to just throw on a clean pair of boxers and sweatpants, both pieces happening to be ones that you bought for him. And as he strolls through his home, stopping in the kitchen for a snack, he remembers the hickies you left on his chest and upper back. He grins, looking down at them, some already deeply purple. There’s something so freeing about walking around in the open with them.

“David,” Her shocked gasp actually makes him jump a little. “What is all of that?!”

Turning, he sees Carol, still in her nightgown. Shrugging, he glances down again, taking a sip of the water he’d poured. “Bruises.”

“I’m not an idiot.”

“Then why do you ask stupid questions?”

At this, her jaw drops. “You can be such a fucking asshole sometimes!”

“Carol,” Rubbing his hand across his forehead, he sighs. “Why are you home? I thought this was your grocery shopping day.”

“Well, I decided to stay in. Wanted to see you after your night out with your mistress.”

He nearly chokes on his water chuckling. “I wouldn’t exactly call her a mistress, being that we’re separated.”

She almost can’t find the words to say, his words quieting her in an instant. It’s almost like she wants to argue, like she knows that’s the only kind of attention she’ll get from him.

“I’m gonna be in my office. Let’s just try not to bother each other, okay?”

Turning, he grabs an apple, snacking while he walks off. And thankfully, he’s successful in making it back to his office in complete silence.

Sitting down at his desk, he decides to login to the chip he placed in your laptop. Even though you’ve been acting fairly normal since his slipup in Spain, he still feels the need to check in. He can never be too careful.

Scrolling through your text messages, he doesn’t find anything suspicious. Overall, it seems like you��ve kept quiet, thankfully. You haven’t even mentioned it to him, and he isn’t sure how to feel about that. He wants you to feel comfortable talking about anything with him, but at the same time… he’d rather avoid that conversation for as long as he possibly can.

The only concerning thing he finds is in the bookmarks on your internet browser. He sees one for a college program, specifically for a master’s in child psychology. Only problem is… it’s out of state. Multiple states away, actually. And he almost feels like he could fucking cry, like he ran into a brick wall of confusion. With your graduation so close, it’s like he got a taste of heaven that’ll be gone just as quick as it arrived. In an instant, he’s reeling, mind spiraling with all sorts of questions and worries, the main one being, does she no longer want a future with me?

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