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wayward-dreamer · 9 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write an angst fic taking place in the late 60s where Ben (Soldier Boy) is in an arranged marriage with the reader, but the reader does love him? Also, they’re much younger than he is (obviously an adult though, just a young one). This is oddly specific ig but I have an OC based around this concept 😭❤️

Two Ways To Love Him

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Word count: 1,709

Summary: There were certain things about the supe she didn't want to accept, they were surprisingly two things love about him.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, implied smut (not with reader), implied drug use

A/N: I wrote this a while ago and just forgot to post it, but hopefully it's what you were hoping for! Also I was intending for this to be a drabble, but here we are at 1700 words lol This is unbetad, so I'm sorry for any errors I've missed.

It was easy to love his exterior personality, the parts of himself that he showed to the public. The parts of himself that Vought manufactured. The charm, the wit, the subtle cockiness, the smirk, the heroic sacrifices he had made over the decades in each war that occurred, the roughness of his voice laced with the rasp of cigarettes and bourbon. It was easy to love him from afar for many years, knowing that was all it would be. Just a silly admiration for an American hero, the world’s greatest supe. What she felt was real but fleeting, something she knew she’d get over whenever she decided that it was immature and she needed a reality check.

A reality check that came in the form of Vought calling her into the executive offices. It was in the form of them needing her for something that she wasn’t ready for, especially with someone she didn’t know. She knew his public life, yes, but she had no idea what he was like in the privacy of his penthouse apartment at the top floor of the building.

“There’s no way I’m fucking doing this,” he argued, taking out his third cigarette in the span of fifteen minutes they had both been in the CEO’s office.

“You don’t have a choice, Ben,” Alan from talent relations countered. “In light of all the papers reporting your… alleged ties with the mafia, we need to present you as the wholesome, all American hero that you’ve always been.”

“By marrying me off to some bird I don’t even fucking know?!” Soldier Boy pointed towards her, his eyes never even meeting hers. “Not to mention she looks like one of the Brady fucking Bunch kids.”

“I’m 25,” she finally added, her voice meek as her legs shook under her boring brown skirt.

“Yeah, that’s a lot better,” he scoffed, placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting it. He took a long drag as he dropped down in the leather chair across from the table, leaning his head back as he closed his eyes. “Fuckkkk.”

“There’s an image we need to protect here,” the CEO, Paul Roberts explained, leaning forward on the table as he clasped his hands together. “Vought can’t have its number one supe acting out and causing more trouble than he was initially trying to prevent. This arrangement is going to show a level of maturity to your supporters. Think of the popularity points and keep your attitude in check.”

Soldier Boy glared at him, shifting forward and putting the cigarette out in the ashtray. “Fuck you, Paul.”

He stood up from the chair, adjusted the tactical vest over his suit and turned towards the exit, sending those same daggers towards her before he slammed the door shut. She gulped as she turned to the two men in the room, nervously twisting her fingers.

“You’ll be compensated fairly,” Alan informed her, handing her a pen as he pushed the contract across to her.

“What about-” she started as she gestured to the door that Soldier Boy just walked through.

“You let us handle him,” Mr. Roberts added, his tone having a sickening finality to it.

They didn’t leave much room for choice, and she knew better than to argue with a fast-growing corporation like them. With a flurry of the pen, she signed her life away to Vought and to being Soldier Boy’s wife.

There was barely a ceremony, and no exchanging of rings. They gave their forced “I do’s” to a minister hired by the company in one of the offices, standing side by side and never once looking at each other. Vought had people remove her belongings from her parent’s house, her childhood home and move it into the spare room in Soldier Boy’s apartment. A knock on the door alerted her to the envelope left outside, her wedding ring inside that she slipped onto her finger herself. This was never something she thought would happen so abruptly. She always imagined herself falling for a wonderful man, both of them declaring their love for each other before they promised to spend the rest of their lives together.

Being married to Soldier Boy wasn’t what she had pictured for herself.

Being the wife of Vought’s most valuable asset was nothing like having a crush on him. She spent most of her days alone, either crying her eyes out, muffled by the down pillows on the large bed she slept in by herself, or staring out the large, floor to ceiling windows and wondering what the tiny people down on the ground were doing with their lives. She was only ever in close proximity to him when the media outlets wanted to speak with them, now that Vought had officially announced the nuptials of the great Soldier Boy and his childhood sweetheart, as the story cooked up by PR suggested. They fake smiled and “aww, honey”’d their way through every interview, their looks barely lingering on each other for more than a few seconds. They went their separate ways after each one, resuming the routine they had found themselves in.

She kept quiet as she watched him go off to meeting after meeting, commercial after commercial, and party after party, every single day and night. She never said a word as he came in, late at night and blinding drunk, a loud guffaw waking her up as she heard the hysterical giggles of the women he was sneaking into his room. She kept her mouth shut as she watched him consume every pill, snort every kind of powder and drink everything in sight. She ignored him as he did what he was used to doing, showing no interest in that life. She never wanted it and she was even more certain of it now that she had witnessed him in all his glory.

She had seen behind the curtain, she knew what he was really like now, and it wasn’t easy to love him without the guise of his public persona.

In fact, it was incredibly difficult to love him for who he actually was.

Until one day… it wasn’t.

It started with a simple gesture. She had come back from spending her day shopping with the money that Vought was giving her in checks, completely caught off guard by him being there, pouring himself a drink. Their eyes met for what could possibly be the first time in weeks, but exchanged no words. He slid the tumbler across to her, pouring another for himself before he walked away and closed the door to his room. That was the most time they had spent in each other’s vicinity within the apartment, but she appreciated that he actually acknowledged her presence, even if it was for just a mere moment.

She quickly noticed the other little things he started doing, things that he probably hoped she wouldn’t realize was him, but she did.

He would leave for the day just before she would wake, and always had a bagel and coffee waiting for her when she reached the dining table. He usually arrived back at the apartment in the wee hours of the morning, and on more than one occasion she had fallen asleep on the couch. She remained still, making no sudden movements as he covered her with the blanket that was draped over the back of the sofa. After the first time, she had to make sure it wasn’t just a part of her dreams, and sure enough it happened again another two times. She tried not to read too much into the night he picked her up and carried her into her bedroom, or the next night when it happened once more but his large hand delicately tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as she continued to feign sleep, before he promptly left the room.

All of it was a side to him that she never expected once she saw who he really was, and she knew not to take it for granted despite the twinge of longing in her heart that it would be an everyday occurrence that could be acknowledged between them. A stepping stone into a better relationship with him.

But he didn’t want that, and he proved it as he continued his usual activities as if those nice things were just fleeting, so few and far between that it began to feel like a part of the PR stunt. Even if it was behind closed doors.

And yet, she hung onto those moments. They may have been rare, but they were a part of him that she had begun to yearn for, another part of him that she had begun to love. A part of him that she wished he would just fully embrace rather than hide it away as if he was ashamed and disappointed in myself for doing it.

She knew she couldn’t change him. He was too embedded in Vought’s infrastructure to ever be a different person, and his only outlet to escape their grasp was to do all of the things she was forced to pretend didn’t happen.

So she resigned herself to the fact that there were only two ways to love him. Only two aspects of him to love.

One was his public life, the persona he put on for the people that adored him. That sexy smirk, the ability to melt hearts with just a wink and his heroic efforts in the wars - WWII, Korea and Vietnam - that all followed his initiation into Vought. The public didn’t need to know that was all for the photo opportunities.

The other was all of the little things he did for her, things that he didn’t know she had noticed. They were little gestures, not nearly enough under normal circumstances for someone to fall in love with, but she needed those in order to survive this situation she had found herself in. The money promised to her would never be enough to make it through that.

Those were the only two ways to love him, she told herself. Reminded herself every day of the fact.

And everything else, everything she had chosen to ignore… well, those were all things she would learn to live with.

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 1 year

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Fic: The Price of a Life

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Fandom: The Last of Us (HBO)

Ship: Joel Miller x you (cishet f reader)

Tags/warnings: Dubcon, rough piv sex, that thing when you want it but you're too dry so it hurts - don't do it please just don't, creampie, Joel is bossy, enemies with benefits, unprotected sex (it's a postpandemic military dictatorship, there ain't no condoms, but there is in the real world, so slap rubber on that meat before inserting it), canon typical violence.

Summary: You are a FEDRA agent who find Joel Miller outside the QZ, but let him go because he saves your life. The next time you meet, he thanks you in his own special way.

Words: 2,546

You have just entered the building for a sweep when you hear a clatter in the next room. Pointing your gun and flashlight against the door, you approach it on light feet, your eyes fixed on the dark opening. Nothing more is heard, and you can’t see anything, so you enter and immediately check behind the door.

The room is cluttered with debris and dust, a mausoleum picked out by years of raiders. There's a pushed over wardrobe in the middle of it, and you move around it to secure the back of it.

In the same moment as you see him, a man stands up from behind the wardrobe, pointing a shotgun at you.

"Drop it," you command him immediately, shining the light into his face. You recognize him from the QZ: he's one of those who burn bodies. And he deals drugs, you know that, too. The local FEDRA agents are well aware of him breaking curfew and doing supply runs outside the QZ, but as long as he keeps his head down, keeps them with pills, and doesn't cause trouble, they're willing to look the other way.

Actually finding him here is another thing, though. There is no way you can look the other way now.

He's staring at you, eyes as black as coal. You know from hearsay how dangerous it is, but this is the first time you see it for yourself. He looks ready to leap at you: his broad body is as tense as a pulled bowstring. All he needs is a window, a crack, and he'll have you.

"I'm warning you," you add, but you know that this is just about who draws first. He will pull the trigger on you. He does not move, he barely even blinks.

That's when you hear the hiss slightly behind you. You turn your head towards it just as the infected monstrosity attacks, and in the next moment a gun goes off, the shot making your ears ring. You jump back, expecting to be hit, but the infected has stumbled onto the floor and is bleeding out fast.

Heart racing, you turn back to the man, gun pointed at him. He, in turn, has his shotgun pointed at the infected, but directs it immediately back to you.

You take stock of the situation, and twitch when your walkie crackles. Your CO wants a report on the shot.

The man is completely still, finger on the trigger, waiting for your next move. It only takes you a second to decide. You lower the flashlight but keep the gun pointed at him. You press the com button on the walkie-talkie.

"One infected, terminated. It's clear. I'm coming out."

You receive confirmation from your officer, and start to back out of the room, eyes and gun trained on the man, flashlight lowered. Even in the half dark, you can see his obsidian eyes watching your every move. When you're out the door, you stop for a second and just look at him.

Last chance.

You lower your weapon and leave the building. When you step out to the sunshine, you realize you've been holding your breath since the attack.

Night has descended and with it, curfew. You patrol the dark, deserted streets of Boston, nodding to a passer-by that you know from previous patrols: he works late, and has a permission slip. You're not going to bother him again. His droopy eyes and shuffling steps tell you everything you need to know: he just wants to get home, to his bed, and sleep for as long as he can before it all starts again tomorrow.

QZ night watch might seem much easier than running missions outside the city walls, but it's just another side of the same coin. You're on your own, and you know how dangerous smugglers can get. Your arm will always bear the scar from one that got a little too close with a knife once.

A searchlight from one of the watchtowers passes by, illuminating the street, before continuing over the buildings. In the wake of the passing light, you see a figure slipping out of an alleyway and hurrying across the street. You raise the rifle and switch on the flashlight.

"Stop!"

The figure does not slow down, so you start to run. It disappears into another alley, with you in pursuit. As you turn the corner, you run into a tall, broad frame. The rifle is yanked from you, and you're slammed face first into the brick wall. You're wearing a helmet, but the impact makes you bite your tongue, and the taste of blood fills your mouth.

Before you've even gotten a good look at him, you know that Joel Miller is standing right behind you, sturdy arm pressed against the back of your neck, the length of his body pressed up against you, one of your arms twisted behind you back.

You made inquiries about him, discreetly, after the episode outside the QZ. The things you found out would have been blood-curdling to pre-pandemic you, but since the outbreak, you've done some heinous shit yourself. Joel Miller’s rap sheet, had he had one, seems almost normal now.

In the harsh light of day, inside the QZ, you would watch him carry bodies and throw them onto the burning heap of dead people. His ruddy face half concealed behind a bandanna, he was still easily recognized by the gray in his dark hair, the scowling intensity of his stare, and the way he carried himself. He seemed to be fueled by a quiet rage that only needed a spark to flare up and consume everyone around him, moved with fatigued determination. He had boldly met your stare from across the pyre, and there was something about the look he gave you that moved something deep inside of you, something you thought was dead and forgotten.

"Release me," you now spit, trying to snake your other arm behind you, looking for a grip of his head. Joel twists your arm a little tighter, and you let out a hiss. A little more, and he'll dislocate your shoulder or break a bone.

"Any other weapons?" he demands in a low rumble that does something to you despite - or perhaps because of - the threatening tone.

"Glock. Right hip," you yield, and Joel quickly finds the holster, snaps it open, and pulls out the gun. You hear it clatter to the ground further away.

The second he's holding the gun, you shoot out from the wall, using the momentum to bang your head back against him, hitting his chin. He curses but slams you back against the wall, like you are just a ragdoll who didn’t just use all your strength to try to break free.

“Don’t do that again,” he tells you, “For your own good.” Is that amusement you hear in his voice?

You spit blood but stay still. Joel is pressing you against the brick wall with his body, and you haven’t had a man this close to you in… well, a long time. There’s something stiff rubbing against your ass cheeks and your head swims when you realize that it could be something other than his holster. His warm breath burns the little stretch of skin that shows at the back of your neck, between your helmet and jacket. You smell him; smoke and stale clothing with a hint of dusty leather. Swallowing, you hope he can’t feel your pulse, because your heart is racing at an embarrassing speed.

There’s a scratch of static from your walkie as the tower wants a report from you.

“Tell them everything is okay,” Joel says immediately, releasing you enough so that you can answer and confirm that all is well. As soon as your hand is off the HT, Joel captures your wrist and turns you around. Just as you face him, the moon breaks out from behind the clouds, and you gaze up at Joel’s face, lit by silvery light. He comes across as even more menacing in the cold moonlight that deepens the shadows in his face, sharpens his nose, makes the gray in his hair and beard almost glow. His glower is the same as before, but there is something else there: curiosity.

And something deeper, darker. Your gut drops, your pussy clenches.

“Please, let me go,” you ask him, ridiculously polite. Joel releases your hand and slides his palm up your arm, fingers closing around your throat as he eyes you so intensely that you find yourself wishing you could just sink through the ground.

“I will,” he lets you know in a voice that despite its calm lets you know that he’s issuing a threat, “but only after you take what I give you.”

You swallow hard when you realize what he means, and he feels your throat muscles flex. His thumb comes to a rest over your windpipe, rough pad caressing your prickled-over skin.

“I… I let you go earlier!” you stutter, mouth going dry, yet pussy growing wet. Joel smirks as he pushes down on your windpipe.

“I know.”

With that, he leans in as if to kiss you, but hovers right in front of your face. Your face burns in shame when you realize that you’ve come forward in anticipation of the kiss despite the added pressure on your windpipe. He cocks his head, the dark smirk spreading.

“You might enjoy this after all.”

He’s embarrassingly right. When he releases your hands to unzip your jacket, you just stand there, passive in the moonlight, letting him pull open your jacket to throw an almost uninterested glance at your chest. He proceeds to your belt, unbuckling it and pulling your pants down without ceremony, your shorts following.

“Let’s see what we’re dealing with,” he murmurs as he shoves his hand between your legs, fixing you with his stare. Burning under the intensity of his dark eyes, you want to cast down your eyes, but find yourself hypnotized by him. His fingers push through your wet lips, causing a shiver to run through you. You whimper when he slips one finger inside you, not far, but enough for you to clench around it.

His grin is infuriating and makes your cheeks burn even hotter.

"Just be quiet and it'll all be over soon."

I don't want it to be over soon. The thought lands in your mind, makes itself comfortable, and renders you pliable as Joel manhandles you so that you're back to facing the wall. You hear his belt buckle snap open, his hot breath is on your neck, and then you feel his stiff shaft at your entrance. You press your eyes shut in anticipation and whine when he starts to push inside. You're wet, but not wet enough for him to just slip in. The friction makes you groan, and Joel immediately covers your mouth.

"I said be quiet."

You bite back on another whimper as he pushes deeper. Sweat breaks out on your forehead and you lean it against the cold brick wall. You should stop this, you should elbow him in the side, fight back, bite his fingers to cease his slow, painful invasion. But you can't, and you won't. Your fingers grasp at the coarse wall, and you clamp your teeth together, and you take it, let him claim you, inch after unwilling inch. When he's all the way inside, hips connected to yours, he stops still, hand sliding slowly down until his fingers slowly curl around your throat. You stay completely still, afraid to move, unwilling to move in case your non-compliance inspires him to just leave you where you stand. And that is the last thing you want, to be discarded and disregarded by Joel Miller.

"Is this what you've been thinking about up in that high and mighty tower of yours?" he growls into your ear, pulling out a little before thrusting back in, making you choke on your held back moan.

"You've been thinking about me fucking you in an alley like this, haven't you? I could see it in your face the first time I laid eyes on you."

Your Yes comes out as a pathetic little snivel, and he rewards you with another thrust. Your pussy is beginning to coat him in enough lubrication to move with less resistance, but you're still gulping at how tight a fit you are providing him with.

He ruts into you, faster and harder as lubrication starts to permit more movement. Nailing you to the wall, he releases your throat and places his hands on your hips instead, to help him ravage you with greater force. It's fast, it's brutal, and it's fucking good to be used, be useful, not just a pawn or hired gun for some faceless government agency, no, now you mean something to a real person, and you haven't been meaningful to anyone in a very long time. And it feels so good, his cock just feels so good the less traction there is, maybe you'll even be able to cum, fuck, when was the last time you had an orgasm? You push your ass out as your teeth sink into your lower lip, and Joel immediately picks up the pace, as if understanding what you are trying to accomplish. There is no more speaking, only muted moans, panting breaths, and the lewd, wet slapping filling the alleyway. You keep your voice down by biting down on the sleeve of your jacket, choking for every time Joel slams his hips into yours. Then he slows down, his breathing becomes strained, and he buries himself in you, all the way in, and you feel your fluttering core fill with thick, hot semen. His hips twitch, driving himself even deeper, however that even is possible, and your hipbones scrape against the wall. One of his hands is released from your hip and covers yours on the wall for just a fraction of a second before he pulls out and takes a step back.

You hear him zip up his jeans, and you turn around slowly, hoping your legs will carry you. He's looking at you from under heavy eyelids, the hint of a smirk on his lips.

"We're done."

You pull up your pants and find your voice. "I didn't even cum." You hear how whiny and bratty you sound, and lower your eyes when Joel steps up to you again. He places two fingers under your chin and raises it, forcing you to look at him.

"Maybe next time you won't chase me into an alley and try to shove a gun in my face," he instructs you in a voice that makes your pussy clench around the cum seeping out of you. His thumb drags over the corner of your mouth, and you become aware of the dried blood there.

"You're bleeding. Clean yourself up."

With that, he backs further in between the buildings, kicking your Glock to you before disappearing into the shadows. You take a deep breath to steady yourself, sort out your clothing, pick up your handgun and rifle, and step back out of the street. An excited smile spreads on your face.

So, there is a next time?

#the last of us fanfic #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #my fic

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garciaasfluffypen · 30 days

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part two. her savior

there was no way this was real. but it was.

trigger warnings: light description of the condition eliza was in when she's found (nothing crazy), eliza has a small panic attack, pls let me know if i missed anything else!

JJ could feel the stress settling in. The BAU had been following this newly budding case for months now, on top of everything else they were working on. It was a lot. They had just finished the rough double homicide case a few months prior when they had gotten wind of the Sex Cult making its way across Northern America. Whenever they thought they were getting close, they would hit a dead end. Leads going to places that were clearly traps, or the whole cult being gone within hours before they had breached the safe houses they had found through Penelope’s excellence. It was a miracle she was still standing. If she were being honest, Emily was the reason she was still standing, but that was a bridge she didn’t want to cross at that very moment. It was going to open up a dam of feelings she didn’t want to think about, especially after the hell she had gone through with Will. It wasn’t that she didn’t love him anymore, she loved him a lot. But she was starting to think their relationship had taken its course.

And that was more stress she didn’t need.

The numbers 11:45 flashed across her phone screen as yet another text from Will came through, telling her he was going to go to sleep and to make sure the living room lights were off when she got home. Rubbing her face, JJ got up and made her way to the kitchenette. She wasn’t planning on pulling a past midnight-er, but at this point, it might as well be. It appeared that she was the only one left, however, Emily was holed up in her office going through paperwork to submit before moving onto the next set of paperwork. The tracker that Penelope had set up that was tracking the locations of the cult was flashing on the monitor to the right, reflecting off of her glasses as she scrolled through the final case report on the previous case that she absolutely needed to submit before 10am tomorrow morning. There was no more stalling, no matter how gruesome it was. Stalling on the report wouldn’t bring the agents back. Nothing would.

It was starting to take a toll on her.

She needed something new, something that would potentially lift up her spirits. She was in her 60s, single and childless. The job left little time to find relationships, which definitely hindered her dating life. Sure, she had her flings but they weren’t the one person she wanted. The person she longed for since she locked eyes with her way back in 2002. 20 plus years of hopelessly pining for a married woman took a lot out of you, and really put a damper on sex. Especially when you accidentally call out her name instead of Cindy, the lady you had hooked up with. Emily shook her head, getting herself out of her thoughts before she noticed something on the tracker. A new dot.

A dot that was close to them.

“Jayje!” Emily pushed the door open, hoping and praying the blonde was still in the room. “I think we got them.”

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Everything was happening at once and to be quite frank, JJ was overwhelmed. They had finally gotten a location on the cult. They had settled down in rural Wyoming, and now was their time to strike. JJ didn’t even have time to text the boys goodnight before she was chugging a redbull and hoping for the best. The jet ride was nerve wracking. Emily went over all the girls who had been trapped there, some for years, some for their whole lives. She didn’t know what was worse- the age of some of these girls, or knowing that their lives would be more fucked up than anyone could ever imagine.

The house was eerily empty. Almost as if nobody lived there. A shiver ran down JJ’s back as she made her way through the foyer. The footsteps of the other agents flew around her as everyone dispersed around the house. Emily signaled for JJ to go upstairs, leaving her to follow some of the local PD. The walls were bare of any evidence that someone had been here. No nail holes, no leftover command strips, nothing. That's when she split off from the PD and went into the room, practically stopping in her tracks.

There was a girl.

There was a girl, and she was tied to the bed.

What, and she couldn’t stress this enough, the actual fuck?

She couldn’t be more than sixteen. JJ felt her heart stop as she stepped into the room, automatically holstering her gun. The girl was crying. She wasn’t sure if it was tears of joy or fear, but that didn’t matter. The girl was tied up, her wrists were bleeding and JJ needed to get her to the EMTs as soon as she could. JJ untied her as carefully as she possibly could, fighting every urge in her body not to burst out into tears. She pushed some hair out of the girl's face, letting her fall into her touch. Wiping the tears from her cheeks, JJ moved down to untie her ankles. She was shivering now. JJ ripped off her jacket and wrapped it around the girl, hoping the warmth would be enough. She zipped it up for extra warmth, wrapping her arms around the girl as she helped her get out of the bed. She stumbled a bit, leaning into JJ’s arms. They made their way downstairs, going straight outside. EMTs started to make their way over to them, but JJ held a hand up.

When the girl nodded, she took the girl to the closest ambulance and helped her sit down on the edge, taking a blanket from the EMT and wrapping it around her waist. The girl grabbed her hand, squeezing it tight. A silent thank you for saving her life. JJ felt her heart shatter into a million more pieces. The girl laid her head on JJ’s shoulder, still stiff but letting the EMTs do their work. She met eyes with Emily as she came out of the house, making her way over.

“Go with her, I’ll brief you later. Get her checked out, text me when you get there, okay?”

JJ raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure?”

“We’ll be fine.” Emily shot the girl a look. “She needs someone right now.”

“Em-”

“That’s an order, Jennifer.”

JJ knew that Emily meant business whenever she pulled out the full name. With a nod, JJ helped the girl into the ambulance and onto the bed, leaning as close as she could to the girl as the EMT continued his checks. She noticed the girl stiffening and subtly held out her hand, hoping he would see it. The girl tensed up, realizing how close the EMT was to her. She shuffled closer to JJ, and she knew at that moment they wouldn’t get anything done unless they had someone else do it. Jennifer signaled to the other EMT- the female one- to come do the checks instead.

By the time they had finished, the sun was going down. The adrenaline was wearing off, and JJ was getting jittery from sitting still too long. She let Emily know they were heading off to the hospital before hopping into the back of the ambulance, making sure the girl was comfortable before they left.

“Can…” the girl timidly looked at JJ. “What’s your name?”

“I’m JJ. What’s your name?”

“I don’t know if I can tell you, he might get mad.”

JJ tilted her head, sympathy flooding through her veins. “He’s not going to hurt you anymore. I promise.”

“He said he’d come back for me.”

“I won’t let him.” JJ squeezed her hand. “He won’t be able to get to you. I’ll be with you all night until my team needs me again, okay?”

The girl nodded. “Okay.” a pause. “Eliza. My name is Eliza. ”

“That’s a pretty name.”

JJ swore she saw Eliza crack the smallest smile.

“Where did you come from?”

“We work out of Washington DC.”

“Washington DC… where is that?” Eliza’s head tilted. “Is that close?”

“It’s about a 3 hour plane ride.”

“Oh. That seems far.”

“Eliza, have you been on a plane before?”

“No. He didn’t let me leave. Ever.” A moment of silence. “Where are we going?”

“The hospital, we’re gonna get you all fixed up.” The EMT smiled.

“I don’t wanna go. Turn around please.”

“I’m afraid we can’t do that.”

Eliza’s breath quickened. “I don’t want to go to the hospital. He’s gonna be there. He’s gonna be there and he’s gonna take me to Peter. I don’t- I don’t. I can’t—”

JJ grabbed Eliza’s hand, squeezing it tightly and scooting as close as she possibly could to her. The machines started beeping as Eliza’s heart rate started rising, her breaths getting faster and faster.

“Sweetie look at me, yes, perfect.” JJ moved the hair from her face. “I’m here, I’m right here. Focus on me. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.”

Eliza’s breaths started to calm down, as did the machines.

“There we go. You got some nasty cuts and bruises, we just need to make sure you’re okay. I’ll be with you every step of the way, okay?”

Eliza sighed. “You promise he won’t be there?”

“I promise.”

“Okay.” Eliza nodded. “I don’t like Peter. He would… he’s not nice.”

“You don’t have to tell me about him right now, okay? Whenever you’re ready.”

JJ smiled at Eiza, squeezing her hand sympathetically. Would she ever be ready to tell her story? She wasn’t sure. But what she was sure of was that Eliza needed her, and she wasn’t going to leave her side until she had to.

And that was a fact.

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theaudacitytowrite · 2 years

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Green-eyed Monster

Loki x GN!Reader

A/N: A long overdue request from @sylvies4ever . Sorry for the long wait and if its a bit short.

Request: I LOVE jealous loki, could u maybe write a fic where loki is readers SO and he went to asgard for some royal business so the reader went to their best friends house (sam, scott, t'challa, or any character u r comfortable writing) for a sleepover till he came back

word count: 941

With heavy steps, Bucky shuffled to his door at three in the morning. A persistent knock had forced him to get on his feet again.

“Hey.” Y/N greeted him sheepishly in their pyjamas as he opened the door.

“Nightmare?” he hummed blearily and Y/N nodded, “Come in.”

Y/N shuffled into his room and gently closed the door behind them. Bucky had already retreated to his sofa and plummeted head first onto it.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up but I didn’t know where else to go.” Y/N apologized as they sat beside him.

“Is your lover boy still on his royal excursion?" Bucky mumbled into the cushions.

“Yeah… it’s already been two weeks and I haven't heard anything from him, not even a life signal. You could think with Asgard being such a progressive and mighty place they at least had something to get in contact with other civilizations.” Y/N let herself fall onto their back with a huff.

“That's rough, buddy.” Bucky turned his head to them.

“I love how compassionate you can be sometimes.” Y/N grimaced and hit Bucky with a pillow.

“Hey, careful now." he protested, "Aren’t you used to it with your little ice cube of a boyfriend?”

“My little ice cube is the sweetest and most warm-hearted, caring man I have ever encountered.” Y/N defended Loki.

“Are we really talking about the same person?” Bucky raised an eyebrow.

“He’s just particular about whom he shows his real self.” they shrugged, “You two would get along great if both of you would make an effort for once.”

“If you say so.” he breathed, “So, what can we do to calm you down? I suppose you're still too upset to sleep?”

“It's almost like you know me, Barnes. Would you maybe join me in the living room to watch Aristocats with me?” they smiled sweetly at him.

“What kind of friend would I be if I denied you?” Bucky pushed himself up from the couch.

“A bad one.” Y/N grinned as they followed suit.

“Exactly.” Bucky hummed and opened the door for them, playfully bowing in front of Y/N to motion her through the door.

The first thing Bucky felt was the rhythmic bumps into the soles of his feet that disturbed his slumber.

"What now?" Bucky whined as his eyes opened with protest, still heavy from the bumpy night’s rest. He blinked against the sunbeams that already made their way through the windows, blinding him. His senses were quick to adapt when his eyes focussed on a fuming Loki.

"Oh hey, Loki, nice to see you." Bucky propped himself up from his slouched position.

"Get your filthy hands from my betrothed," he growled at Bucky.

"Loki?" Y/N stirred awake from their sleep when their head slid from Bucky’s shoulder. In a heartbeat they had already scrambled from the couch, jumping into Loki’s embrace.

"Loki, you’re finally back!" they slung their arms around his neck, beaming joyfully.

"You were right Y/N, he definitely is such a warm-hearted man,” Bucky stated sarcastically, earning a murderous glare from Loki.

“God.” Loki corrected him harshly.

“What did you say?" Y/N loosened their hug to look at Loki.

"Nothing. I just asked politely if he was so kind as to remove his fingers from my beautiful spouse-to-be so I could carry them up to our room." Loki feigned innocence.

"Somehow I don't believe you...," Y/N glared at him sceptically, "But tell me, how was your trip?"

"Great. We came to an agreement with Vanaheim earlier than we had anticipated. So I was relieved that I was able to come home sooner than I thought," he reported, "Just to come home to see you cuddling with the enemy."

“We just fell asleep while watching a movie,” Bucky interjected, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“Doesn’t change the fact that your filthy head was on theirs." Loki snarled at him.

“Don’t be so rude.” Y/N hit his chest warningly, “He only stayed with me because I had a nightmare and I didn’t know where else I could go. You weren’t here so Bucky offered to stay with me, so I wouldn’t have to be alone.”

Loki mustered Y/N’s face as he tried to find a reason to stay mad at Bucky but he knew that there was no logical argument. He grumbled under his breath before he nodded understandingly.

“You’ll get away with this one for now.” Loki glared at him.

“With what? I didn't do anything.” Bucky exclaimed outraged.

"Loki, don't be like that." Y/N scolded him, "Let's go upstairs and take a nap. I missed you and I need cuddles and it looks like you could need some too."

"Of course, darling." he smiled sweetly at them as if nothing had happened, "You, go on up. I'm gonna grab a snack out of the fridge and will follow you immediately."

“Sure, but behave.” Y/N locked eyes with him intently.

“Of course, my love,” he promised. Y/N pecked his lips quickly before they turned to Bucky once again, gathering their phone and blanket.

"Thank you Bucky." they hugged him quickly, “And sorry about him,” they whispered into his ears.

"No problem, Y/N." Bucky gave them a half smile and nodded goodbye.

"Don't take too long." Y/N reminded Loki.

“I won’t dare.” he chuckled and watched them take the elevator to their floor. As the doors closed his tender smile dropped and was replaced by a snarl.

"Don't test your luck again, Barnes." he towered over Bucky, "Y/N won't always be there to defend you." and with that, he had vanished into thin air.

"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING?!" Bucky yelled into the empty room.

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tasmpeter · 2 years

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𓏲 ˚ ༘ 𖣠 back to the old house

@peacemakernet EVENT 02: once more, with feeling!

— pairing: adrian chase x batfam/wayne!reader

— summary: maybe you should have expected your father would find out you’re dating a wanted criminal. you definitely didn’t expect for your older brother to show up at your house half way across the country. so, it really shouldn’t surprise you that your father is holding a family dinner in adrian’s chases honor.

or in which your family somehow continues to surprise you.

— content warnings: brief smut (piv sex, rough sex, praise kink, mentions of pain kink), caught having sex, mentions of violence, troubling family dynamics, mentions of adoption & orphanage, drinking, daddy issues, reader is the number one adrian chase defender, reader has a crush on starfire. 18+ minors dni.

— authors note: ahh! i finally write something for the peacemakernet <3 i hope i did this right lol! it’s my first time participating in something like this. anyways, i have been obsessing over batfam!reader & spewed this up because i’m obsessed with the awkward dynamics that would happen here. i’ve also been thinking about writing a little backstory/prequel for batfam!reader. also let’s pretend like i didn’t post the second part of the story (it was literally just going to be smut lol).

꒰⸝⸝₊ʚ🦋ɞ┊ unofficial sequel/one shot for to wish for impossible things ꒱

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Falling in love with Adrian Chase was not apart of the plan when you were shipped off to Evergreen, Washington by your father. You had one simple goal: keep an eye on Task Force X and report back to your father once a week on updates. You didn't try to fall in love with Adrian, it just happened. It was slow, and sweet, and incredibly erotic.

As your fake relationship with Adrian turned into a real one, you also came clean to the task force about your reasonings for being in Evergreen. (Harcourt let you know that she already knew about this secret plot and she was just waiting for the rest of them to catch up). The group didn't shun you or push you away once they learned the truth, in fact, it brought you guys closer together. You had found yourself a group of people who accepted you for you. That's a family.

With your father content with the information you pass along with him weekly, you found yourself a home in Evergreen. A peaceful life that you found yourself enjoying. You never thought a life like this would satisfy you. But not having constant cameras on you gave you a freedom you had always craved.

Everything was great, until your father decided to surprise you.

"Fuck me right there, baby! Yes!" You screamed out as Adrian pounded into your wet cunt. Your stiletto nails were drawing blood down Adrian's back as he destroyed your pussy.

"Such a good girl for me. Uh — You are doing such a good job taking my cock," Adrian growled into your ear as the sounds of his animalistic thrusts filled your apartment.

"I'm so — fuck, baby! — I'm so close!" You moaned out as Adrian started to roll his fucking hips as he thrusted into you.

"Go ahead, come for me, baby. Such.. a.. good.. girl," Each word out of Adrian's mouth enunciated with a sharp thrust of his hips.

"God, please don't," A stranger voice called out in the room. You jumped and reached for the batarang under your pillow while Adrian jumped out of you and quickly grabbed his pistol on the nightstand.

You throw the batarang aimlessly and Adrian cocks the gun at the target. Once the batarang whizzes past the intruder, you see who it is. Your fucking brother. Dick Grayson stood in the doorframe of your bedroom, wedging the batarang from its spot in the trim. You motioned for Adrian to lower the gun. He gave you a hesitant look, but ended up agreeing and slowly set it back down onto the table.

"You know, for someone named Dick, you really are a fucking cockblock," You shouted at your brother, wrapping the duvet cover closer around your body. Adrian was still crouching next to the bed, peaking his head up just enough to spot Dick Grayson. He was just as beautiful as they people say. Charcoal black hair and piercing blue eyes, and an ass that looks good even in denim.

"I'm sorry for not wanting to see my baby sister getting plowed by a serial killer," Dick retorted, his haunting blue eyes darting over to Adrian, "Put fucking clothes on and meet me in the living room."

Dick tossed the batarang in the air, caught it, and turned back down your hallway. Once he was out of sight, you threw your head back down onto the pillow and huffed. Adrian slowly rose from his spot on the floor and scurried to find his clothes scattered around your bedroom. He began tossing your clothes onto the bed. He seemed anxious and stressed, so you got out of bed and walked up to Adrian. You still weren't wearing any clothes and Adrian gulped as your naked body was exposed to him.

"You need to put clothes on. I can't get an erection in front of your brother," Adrian said before throwing another shirt at your face.

"You don't need to be nervous, pretty boy. It's just Dick. He's daddy's lap dog. He won't do anything to you, I promise," You consoled Adrian as you slowly slipped Adrian's stolen hoodie over your head and stepped into your panties.

"It's not that. I-It's just the first time I'm meeting your family," Adrian mumbled out as he combed his fingers through his hair to smooth it out.

He was nervous about meeting your brother, not about him possibly being sent to prison. That's kind of cute, actually.

"Just let me do the talking. And don't get swept up in any of Dick's bullshit. He's a charmer," You said as you kissed Adrian's cheek and walked to meet your brother in the living room.

Dick was sat in the little arm chair in the corner, holding a framed photo of you and Jason. (It was taken a few years back. Jason had a bloody nose and you had a gash on your lip. It was the first time you fought side by side with Jason and you had a good time). You slinked onto the couch and watched as Adrian hesitantly sat down next you. He kept at least one inch of space between the two of you, not daring to touch you in front of your brother.

"You don't have any pictures of me. I'm hurt, princess," Dick said as he sat the picture frame back down on the side table. You hated when your siblings would call you princess. A name they began to call you as soon as the press did.

"Jason doesn't call me princess, so," You shot back at your brother.

"Speaking of Jason..."

You rolled your eyes and threw your head back into the sofa, "Ugh, what did he do now?"

Dick laughed, "Nothing, actually. Dad convinced him to join us for a family dinner. Which is why I'm here."

"I am not going to a fucking family dinner," You groaned out.

"It's in your honor, actually. Well, it's in his honor," Dick stated, looking over at Adrian who was fumbling with his hands next to you on the couch.

"Oh fuck no—,"

"I'm not asking, princess. I'm telling. Get your shit together and meet me at the Evergreen air field in an hour. Dad let me take the jet to get you," Dick commanded, before standing up from the velvet arm chair and walking out your front door.

You threw your head back again in frustration and groaned, "I fucking hate this fucking family!"

Adrian quickly scooted closer to you and gently grabbed you hand, "I-It will be fine. We will go to Gotham and—,"

You laughed, "This will be anything but fine, Adrian. Y-You haven't met my family."

"D-Do you not want me to?" Adrian mumbled, playing with your fingers. His eyes were no longer looking into yours, as he usually does when he gets vulnerable with you.

"It's not that, baby. It's just, my family is — collectively a mess. An orphan doesn't just adopt five orphaned children without having a chaotic household," You said, cupping Adrian's jawline and brushing your thumb along his cheek. Adrian nuzzled into your hand and slightly nodded.

"Do you think Batman is going to arrest me?"

You giggled and Adrian's smile grew. It did every time you laughed, "No. He wants to meet you. Which, I think is worse than wanting to arrest you. Prepare yourself for some very invasive questions."

You and Adrian arrived at Evergreen Air field exactly one hour after your brother. You only brought bare necessities as most of your possessions were still in your bedroom at home. Adrian only wanted to bring his Vigilante suit but you convinced him to bring a nice button up shirt for dinner. This was Adrian's first time on an airplane, he confessed to you on the car ride to the air field, and you promised that he would be perfectly fine. (A Wayne jet is far safer than any regular Boeing). You and Adrian sat in the cream seats across from Dick — not before you grabbed a mimosa from the flight attendant.

"I think we should go over some ground rules of the Manor," Dick said, sipping his sparkling water.

"That's probably best," You muttered out, setting your mimosa in the cup holder. Your other hand was still attached to Adrian's, which your brother noticed.

"Okay, Adrian. Rule One: do not touch anything unless you are told. Rule Two: do not go anywhere unless you are told. And Rule Three: don't look at Damian in the eyes, he can smell fear," Dick listened to rules and Adrian tried his hardest to integrate the new information into his brain. He did not want to fuck this up. He is meeting Bruce Wayne, the Batman, and your father. If he messed this up, he would land himself in Arkham for life.

"Don't acknowledge Damian. He's insane because he was trained by his League of Assassins mommy. If you even breath wrong, he will say something," You said to Adrian, taking another sip of the mimosa.

"League of Assassins? That sounds cool as hell. I want to join," Adrian pouted and Dick started laughing. You shot daggers at Dick.

"Trust me, Adrian. You do not want to join the League of Assassins. Ra's al Ghul would kill you on-site," Dick chuckled out. Adrian frowned and you squeezed his hand a little tighter.

The rest of the plane ride was as, normal, as a jet ride could go. It was only an hour flight, given the speed of the plane. You caught up with Dick.

("So, will Kori be joining us for dinner? Or are you dating Babs today?" You asked, clutching your third mimosa and smirking a little at your brother.

"I don't bring Kori around after you tried to fuck her the last time she was over," Dick mumbled out, running a hand through his dark hair.

"I just wanted her to know that when you two inevitably broke up again, that I was available for her," You smirked out. Adrian's eyes were popping out of his head at the banter. He didn't know you were into girls as well. He was going to have to follow up with you on that one.

"I think you said, and I quote: 'When you figure out that you are too good for Dick. I'll be here for you with open arms and open legs'.")

Upon landing, Alfred Pennyworth picked you up for the airport. If anyone asked, you would say that Bruce Wayne is your father, but Alfred raised you. Which is true. Alfred taught you, cared for you while your father was fighting crime in the streets of Gotham. When you saw him on the tarmac, you ran up to him and gave him a huge hug.

"Alfred! Ugh, I missed you," You said into Alfred's expensive blazer.

"I missed you too, Miss Wayne. The manor hasn't been the same without you," Alfred said, rubbing a gentle hand on your spine.

"Well, there is no one to stop Tim and Damian from killing each other now," You laughed. You motioned for Adrian to come over, which he hesitantly did. He stood besides you two awkwardly, shifting his weight between feet and looking anywhere but into your eyes.

"Alfred, this is Adrian Chase, my boyfriend. Adrian, this is Alfred. He basically raised me, seeing as Dad was never home," You laughed, waving a hand in between the two. Adrian's hand jumped out to give Alfred's a firm handshake.

"It's so nice to meet you, Mister Pennyworth," Adrian exclaimed, jerking their hands up and down aggressively.

Alfred's knowing eyes shot to you, "It's nice to meet you too, Mister Chase. Master Wayne has been dying to meet you."

You groaned and slipped into the black limousine. Adrian, who has also never been in a limo before, slid into the car behind you. His eyes were in awe of the dim lights and spacious room in the back of the car.

"I always forget you are super rich," Adrian whispered into your ear. You grabbed a champagne flute from the little cart and passed another one to Adrian.

"The money is the only plus side of being a Wayne. Cheers to the most fucked up family on the planet!" You toasted your glass between Adrian and Dick, who clinked flutes with yours.

"You could say that again," Dick mumbled out before taking a sip.

Wayne Manor was located in the countryside of Gotham. There was no neighbors for miles, and you could only see the Gotham Skyline peaking out in the distance. It was another rainy day in Gotham and the dark clouds that surrounded Wayne Manor made it look haunted. It was dark, old, and gothic. The iron gates that stood tall in front of the Manor were a warning. It wasn't a sparkling, modern mansion as Adrian expected. The home was owned by the brooding Batman, so he shouldn't have expected much. There was a couple of staff members awaiting your arrival on the grand staircase outside, ready to grab your luggage and escort you to the proper rooms. Dick exited the limo first. Then Adrian, who held your hand as you left the car. You squeezed his hand anxiously and slowly started up the stone staircase.

Jason Todd greeted you as you entered into the foyer. You screamed his name when you saw him, and took off into Jason's arms. He caught you, and brought you in to a big hug. Jason swung you in his arms for a few seconds before setting you back down on the original hardwood floors.

"Hey, little bird. Haven't seen you in awhile," Jason said, his voice was very quiet and you really had to pay attention when he spoke.

"I heard you came home just to see your favorite sibling," You said, punching his bicep and chuckling a little.

"I actually came home to meet your new boy toy," Jason nudged his head at Adrian, who looked out of place in the massive victorian structure.

You rolled your eyes, "He's not my boy toy, he's my boyfriend."

"Wow, finally someone got you to settle down. Congrats, man. Little bird, here would never stay with someone more than one night—," Jason directed his attention and words to Adrian. You quickly placed a hand over his mouth, before he could embarrass you anymore.

"He doesn't know what he's talking about," You turned to Adrian behind you.

Jason managed to escape his mouth from your grasp, "That's not true. You never brought the same person home —,"

"I was saving myself for Kori, " You blurred out, causing Jason to burst out into laughter.

"Good luck. She's back with Grayson again."

You groaned, "God, when will he just pick one. Wasn't he engaged to Babs like a few months ago?"

"Yeah, tell me about it."

After Jason hastily left as Dick entered the house, you brought Adrian up to your old bedroom. It reminded Adrian a lot of how you decorated the apartment you currently lived in. Fake plants stuffed into random corners, a few magazine covers you did framed on the walls. (There was a picture of your family sitting on your dresser. It was a formal photograph. Jason wasn't included, and everyone was dressed in black. No smiles. It looked militaristic).

"I was hoping to see some boy band posters and stuffed animals," Adrian chuckled out as he threw himself onto your king size bed.

You laid down next to him, placing yourself in between his body and his arm, "I threw those out awhile ago, pretty boy."

Adrian's pink lips folded into a pout, "I can't wait to learn embarrassing stories about you tonight."

You rolled your eyes, "God. Ugh, I don't want to see my dad. I would rather be thrown into the Lazarus pit."

Adrian's eyebrow quirked at the mention of the Lazarus pit. But, he learned very early on into your relationship not to question the random family lore you throw his way. You were much more of a certified superhero anyways, more than Adrian at least.

"We have a few hours before dinner. Do you want to take a bath with me?" You questioned, standing up to peel your shirt off.

Adrian's eyes widened at your braless torso and quickly nodded, "Yes, ma'am."

You told Adrian to wear black to his funeral. His funeral being the family dinner tonight, where he is the guest of honor. You made sure to coach him on his responses while getting ready. Don't ramble, don't stay off topic, and do not mention his extracurricular work. Adrian was eager to impress your father and latched onto every piece of advice you threw at him. You combed his curls back out of his face and placed him in a black button up and some slacks. Adrian, who normally only wore zip ups and blue jeans, was always so excited to dress up. He always mumbled about finally getting his Princess Diaries Makeover Moment. (You always put a little blush on his cheeks and lip gloss on his lips. He liked how the lip gloss tasted and "you can't have a makeover without blush, birdie. It's not possible.").

Adrian pressed a glossy kiss to your red lips and admired your dress. It was a silky navy blue slip dress that suited you so perfectly. Adrian's eyes washed past your hips and to meet your perky nipples peaking out of your dress. You flicked him in the head.

"Don't get any ideas, big guy. The last thing we need is you trying to fuck me during dinner," You shouted out at your clearly horny boyfriend.

"Then you are going to have to change dresses because I cannot take my eyes off your boobs right now."

"Adrian Allen Chase, I will electrocute you in the dick right now," You groaned out as you walked back into your walk in closet.

Adrian's slacks tightened again and he gritted his teeth, "Birdie, you can't just say that to me. You know I—,"

You appeared in the closets door frame in only your bra and underwear. Matching. Teal. Adrian physically had to force himself to look anywhere but your body, "Yeah, I remember. Do you remember how I strapped you to a chair and tased your throbbing cock?"

You were sounding so fucking innocent and naive. Like you didn't know exactly what you were saying. Adrian ground his teeth together to feel anything but how hard he was.

"Stop it, birdie. We- We have to go to dinner," Adrian sputtered out. His eyes attached to the crown molding on your ceilings. His hands clutched together in front of his cock, which was clearly springing out of his slacks.

"But, baby. What if we just stayed here and fucked on every surface of my bedroom?" You questioned as you stalked towards him. Adrian still refused to look into your batting eyelashes and big doe eyes as you pressed yourself into his chest.

"You aren't getting out of this. Go. Get Changed," Adrian spat out, tilting his head to look into your doe eyes. You grumbled and rolled your eyes.

"Okay, dad. Whatever you say," You said as you stumbled back into your closet and found a long sleeve dress that was modest enough for Adrian.

Adrian nodded in approval as you twirled around for him. You grabbed his arm as you two strolled out of bedroom towards the dinning room. The formal family dining room was located on the first of three floors in the Wayne Manor. Tucked behind a sitting room, the dining room was large enough to seat fifty guests. A grand chandelier casted the room into a yellow light, which sparkled off the crystal glasses. At formal family dinners like tonight, Alfred would set out assigned seating. Everyone was forced to one end of the table, never scattered about at different spots around the forty foot mahogany table. Alfred would assign seats under the principle of the least amount of arguments possible. Never seat Jason Todd next to Bruce Wayne or Dick Grayson, and never seat Damian Wayne next to Tim Drake. Damian usually sat closest to Bruce Wayne, as Bruce was able to coral him better than anyone else. Cassandra was usually sat in between Tim and Jason as a buffer. She was didn't talk, but gave a deadly glare to either of the boys if one of them began to chirp up.

As you waltzed into the dining room, you gasped at the seating arrangement. Adrian Chase was placed on the right of Bruce Wayne. Easiest access to stare into his soul and suck the life from his body. You shot a pleading look to Alfred, who scooted your chair out for you to sit.

"I'm sorry, Miss Wayne. Master Wayne requested it," Alfred whispered into your ear as you sat into your chair.

Your siblings started to spill into the room slowly. Jason was sat on your right, Damian was sat on the left of your father, Dick was sat next to Damian, and Cassandra acted as a buffer between Tim and Jason. Jason, who's white streak was prominent under the golden light, gave you a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder as he sat down. All of your siblings had anxiety about this. You hadn't all been in a room together in two years, and a formal dinner held by your father could only end in one way. A train wreck. You wondered how arrogant your father must have felt sending Dick across the country to call for you.

A server was pouring you and Adrian of glass of vintage red wine when Bruce Wayne stepped into the dining room. Adrian's eyes quickly dashed down, now suddenly more interested in the red wine he won't drink. You gently moved your hand to rest on Adrian's thighs. You saw his shoulders jump at the hand on his thigh and he quickly took a big gulp of his wine. You stand corrected.

Bruce sat down at the table and took a sip of his brandy. His eyes washed over all his children before lingering on you and Adrian. You met his cold eyes and sharpened yours. You didn't dare break the stare as you took a sip of your wine and squeezed Adrian's thigh. Then, Bruce's eyes darted to Adrian. Adrian stared at the tip of Bruce's nose, as he learned a trick about looking like you are giving eye contact without actually giving direct eye contact. Bruce gave him a once over, glancing at his trembling hands that were gripping at his napkin.

"Are you just going to give us the death stare, Dad? Or can we get along with the meal?" You snapped after you felt Adrian's tremble reach his thigh. Your eyes darted to Adrian's for a moment, and see him give you a light smile as you protected him from your fathers glances.

"Don't be rude, princess. This dinner is for your boyfriend, anyways," Damian gripped back, taking a sip of his apple juice in his crystal tumbler.

"Shut it, Damian. No one wants to hear from you tonight," Jason chirped up and you snapped your head at him. Of course, not one conversation together could go cordially.

"That's enough," Bruce grumbled as he poured back the brandy into his mouth. He motioned to the staff to start serving plates as you laid your napkin in your lap. The other Wayne's might not have class, but you did. Sometimes.

A four cheese lasagna made from scratch and aged cheese was placed in front of you. You shot a look to your father, "I hope the meal is okay. I heard Adrian liked Italian."

You squeezed Adrian's thigh tighter. Your stiletto nails digging deeper into his thigh. Adrian deeply inhaled and shot you a warning look as you tried to suppress your rage. Of course your father looked into Adrian. It should be expected, but you keep getting more surprised and blind sided with your family each time they speak.

The family started to cut into their steaming hot meals. No one daring to say the first word, and no one daring to look at each other. The room was silent for minutes, expect for the sound of silverware clattering and the sounds of people sipping their drinks.

“So, Adrian. I assume my daughter has told you about her extracurricular activities?” Bruce asked, head turned towards Adrian.

Adrian swallowed his food harshly and his fearful eyes slowly met Bruce’s. He was trying his hardest to keep his eyes from popping out of his skull, “Yes, uh. Yes, sir.”

You squeezed Adrian’s thigh again and you heard him squeeze.

“I see, and I assume you figured out who we all are,” Bruce continued his questioning. He couldn’t help myself. Always had to play detective in whatever room he was in.

Adrian hesitantly nodded. Bruce set his silverware down onto his plate and dabbed the corner of his lips with his napkin, “Well good, then we are all open to speak freely about our situations. I assume he knows the reason as to why you were in Evergreen as well.”

Your fathers attention turned towards you and you felt your breath start to quicken, “He figured out the first day we met. Adrian is very smart. Smarter than most, actually.”

No matter how scared or nervous you may feel, you can never show it. Never show weakness. It was drilled into your head like a lobotomy.

“Now you are really going to get your boyfriend thrown into Arkham, princess,” Tim spoke across the table and you shot him an evil eye.

“Tim, shut your mouth,” You fired back, words laced with venom.

Tim stuck his tongue out at you, “Don’t be mad at me because I was your replacement.”

“Timothy, watch it,” Jason retorted back, defending your honor. Of course he had to enter into the conversation to make things worse.

“Jason, butt out of it,” Dick piped up. Cassandra quickly stabbed her butter knife into the mahogany next to Dick’s hand to get him to be quiet.

“This dinner is suppose to be about our guest. Everyone, please just be civil for one night,” Bruce grumbled out from the head of the table.

“Sure, that’s what this dinner is about. No other ulterior motives to this I’m sure,” You mumbled into your wine glass as you finished off the rest of it.

“Is it so wrong of me to want to get to know my daughters first boyfriend?” Bruce asked, motioning to the server for another glass of brandy.

“We all know why we are here, Dad. You want to see if Adrian is good enough to know our little secret or if you want to throw him into Arkham,” You spat out, slamming your wine glass back into the table and leaning closer to your father.

You saw Damian’s mouth start to open in the corner of your mouth and quickly snapped your attention to him, “Close your mouth right now, Little Boy, or I’ll close it for you.”

Damian glared at you, but quickly closed his mouth and slumped back into his chair. You snapped your head back to your father, who was giving you a look that fathers give their children when they are disappointed. It disgusted you.

“That’s enough,” Bruce snapped at you.

“It’s true, though right? That’s the reason you even bothered on getting us all together. You wanted them to rank my boyfriend in front of his face and debate on whether he gets to have a life. It’s sick and it’s demeaning!” You shouted, all the alcohol you’ve consumed giving you a newfound confidence. You are telling your father off and it feels so good.

Adrian stared at you with amazement. You are defending him in front of the fucking Batman. No one has ever attempted to defend him before, let alone to the founder of the Justice League. You were the coolest person he knew. He was in love with coolest person in the world.

“I was actually going to let you know that you are free of your duties in Evergreen and are free to come home,” Bruce shouted back at you. That caused you to back down and sink into your chair.

“I-I don’t want to come home, Dad,” You stuttered out. Adrian had removed your tight grip on his thigh and you were now squeezing his hand for support. You would never leave Adrian.

“Don’t throw your life away in some hell hole for a piece of shit murderer, princess,” Dick chirped up and you fucking lost it. All the emotions you have been feeling your entire life bubbling up to the surface, and the alcohol finally let you express them.

“He is a person! What — Why do none of you seem to understand that? He’s — He’s literally sitting right here. Y-You don’t get to do this. I see right through all of you. Y-You just invited us here to pick apart, Adrian, and guilt me for dating a vigilante!” You shouted, standing up from your seat at the table. All eyes were on you, even Cassandra’s.

“Let’s go, Adrian. I-I won’t let this happen to you,” You said, looking down at Adrian. His green eyes were soft and looking at you with such admiration. That look made everything you had just said worth it. You would defend Adrian Chase until the day you die, and that’s all that mattered to you.

You outstretched your hand to pull Adrian up. He accepted and stood up with you.

“I-It was nice meeting you all,” Adrian mumbled out with a small wave to your siblings, avoiding your fathers line of sight.

You started to walk off until your fathers voice brought you to a stop, “If you go, I will no longer support you. The apartment, the equipment, it will all be gone.”

You turned your head around, “You never did anyways. At least in any way that mattered.”

When you shut the grand doors of your bedroom, the exhaustion of the night finally hit you. You slumped against the door in an attempt to collect yourself. You completely embarrassed yourself in front of Adrian. Your family made you feel like a fool. They turned you into someone you aren’t. Someone you didn’t like. The Curse of the Wayne’s, you liked to call it. Adrian was carefully peeling off his clothes to shove back into his duffel bag, not noticing you still clutching the door handles.

Once you composed yourself, you slowly shifted over to Adrian. He had changed into a pair of sweatpants that he arrived in and you had a perfect view of his sculpted body. You ran a fingernail over his abs, deciding a jagged scar was more important than looking into Adrian’s eyes.

“I-I’m sorry for embarrassing you, tonight. My family brings out a side of me I don’t really like,” You mumbled out, tracing a bullet hole on his stomach.

“What do you have to be sorry for, birdie? You defending me in front of fucking Batman. That is the dopest thing anyone has done for me, ever,” Adrian exclaimed, pinching your chin between his fingers to tilt your head up.

You looked into his green eyes and couldn’t help but smile, “Really?”

Adrian nodded quickly, which caused his glasses to slid down his nose. You pushed them up the bridge of his nose, “You are the coolest person I know, dude. No one would have the balls to yell at Bruce Wayne.”

You chuckled, “I think I wouldn’t have if I didn’t have that glass of wine.”

“It’s because you loveee me,” Adrian teased, squeezing your hips.

You slapped a hand on his bicep, “Shut your mouth, Chase.”

“Make me,” Adrian stuck his tongue out as he made an effort to cheer you up.

You rolled your eyes and pressed a kiss to his lips, “You’re lucky I love you, Chase. I just threw away millions of dollars for you.”

Adrian’s arm found home in the small of your back, “Does that mean you will be moving in with me?”

You gave him a small smile, “If you’ll have me.”

Adrian abruptly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. You screeched out in surprise and laughed as he slapped your ass, “Hell yeah, birdie. Now, let’s go home. I hate it here.”

You will always have a home if Adrian was around. He was your home, and he was the only fucking family that mattered.

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sanjithesimp · 1 year

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♡ who’s your daddy? ft. roronoa zoro ♡

zoro x fem reader

a/n: this is my entry for @lawscorazon's kaizokuhub collab!! omg i had been wanting to write this for a while but i was so fucking busy with uni, and now i’m finally free. hope you all enjoy this.*

w.c: 1.5 k words

warning: nsfw (minors dni). pwp .oral . age gap (reader is 18+). daddy kink. rough sex. masturbation. slight degradation kink (reader being called slut).

t.w: alcohol mention.

summary: “now sweetheart..tell me who’s your daddy?” he said, as he pushed himself deeper inside you. “you..you are."

playlist suggested to listen while you read this

his hands travelled through your body, as he devoured your lips with no mercy. he woke up in the middle of the night, just to find you, because he desperately needed to be inside you. to fuck you and made you beg for more.

“oh…mr. zoro, plea-” you said as he thrusted inside you with such strength, leaving you breathless. he knew exactly what you wanted and how you wanted it, like he could read your thoughts. but how could he know? could this be real?

you then woke up, realizing that it was too good to be true. you were covered in sweat, still aroused from the dream you just had. it had been recurrent these days, it was almost obsessive, but you couldn’t get that man off your mind. you couldn’t help to bite your lip every time he held you close as he greeted you every morning, thanking you for taking care of his sweet babies.

he was recently divorced man, who didn’t have a clue how to take care of kids so that’s where you came in, saving him from the two and five year olds, who were about to drive him crazy if they made some art work on his monthly reports.

as a thank you, mr. zoro let you stay at his enormous house. you had a room of your own, and access to everything there. he always took care of you, like you were part of his family, but you wished he didn’t see you as that…

he would always come back in the afternoon, he would work out for an hour. and you were lying if you didn’t peeked through the game room that was in front of the gym just to watch him, sweat covering his lean muscles. you imagined yourself sitting on his lap, as he fucked your tight pussy with those thick fingers of his, his chest glistening with sweat as he called you his.

“are you okay?” the five year old girl, asked you looking at you confused.

“yes…yes…” you replied remembering that it was her dad you were fantasizing about.

“do you want some more tea?” the little girl offered, holding the little blue plastic teapot.

“of course, i would love some more, thank you” she giggled and served you some more delicious “tea”.

it was nighttime, the kids loved when you tucked them because they loved as you sat there reading them the stories your mother used to read to you. once their eyes closed you left without making a sound.

“i want to kiss them goodnight” mr. zoro said before you closed the door.

you walked to your room, it had been quite a day and you were ready to go to sleep. but just as you were about to close your door.

“y/n, would you like to eat something before going to sleep?” you smiled and accepted.

“yes, please, i would love to” he had a smile drawn across his face.

he wasn’t much of a cook but he enjoyed trying to. this time it was a grilled cheese sandwich, and some fine wine.

“this is really good..” you said as you gave another bite to the sandwich.

“oh please, don’t lie, i know it is terrible…i burnt the bread” he said as he laughed, it was the first time in a long time you had seen him laugh and smile. he was always so busy or stressed, never having a little time to enjoy life. but this time he seemed different.

“no, really…i like it a lot” you admitted as you sipped some more wine.

“you’ve been so sweet to us, i don’t know how else to thank you…” he said, leaving his plate on the table.

“i love your kids, they are the best and i enjoy being with them, so you don’t have to thank me…really” you said.

“but i want to…”he trailed off, as he started getting close to you. was this another one of those dreams? you closed your eyes and opened them again, thinking that maybe you were dreaming again, but no. he placed his rough hands on your hips and pulled you closer to him.

“i’ve wanted to do this for so long…you don’t know how many times i’ve wanted to get into your room…and” he licked your neck, and nipped your skin. making you hiss as you melted into his embrace.

“fuck-” you said, as he got rid of his shirt, feeling his hot skin as he ripped your top off.

“i’ll get you a new one, sorry” he said as he watched your skin glow with the dim lights in the kitchen. he looked at your tits, took them in his hands and started playing with your nipples, taking one of them inside his mouth, tracing circles with his tongue around your nipple and sucking on it, leaving marks around it.

as much as you were enjoying this, you were worried the kids would wake up and see you both. so you pulled him towards your room. and after you closed the door, you continued to get rid of your clothes, putting a show for him. watching him palm the bulge forming on his shorts. making him think of all those times he had imagined you, fantasized about you while he fucked his fist.

“come here…now” he said, as he sat on your bed, signaling his lap.

you walked to him and did what he told you. “now, spread those beautiful legs for me…” he said as he traced his hands over your chest and under until he got to your wet cunt, where he spread your lips apart with his thick fingers.

“you’re so fucking wet for me, babe” he said as he started playing with your clit, tracing small circles around it, adding a little pressure with his thumb. then as you were dripping wet he started pumping two fingers in and out of you, at first you were worried it would be too much for you but the stretch felt like heaven as he got deeper inside you.

he ripped the loudest moans from you, making you worried that it would wake up the kids. but you couldn’t help it, he knew exactly what to do, how to tease you. he knew what you liked, and how you liked it. never missing anything.

“i want your cock..” you moaned, as he continued to fuck you with his fingers.

“do you think you’re ready for my cock?” he asked, as he added another finger inside you.

“y-yes…” you said, feeling the stinging pain as he pumped three fingers in and out of you.

he then decreased the pace, and released his cock from his shorts. revealing his thick veiny cock, making you audibly gasp. thinking that maybe it wouldn’t fit all inside you.

“relax baby, i will help you.” he said, as if he could read your thoughts.

he then quickly placed you on the bed, he was on top of you and he held his cock with one of his hands, slowly lining it up with your cunt.

“now sweetheart..tell me, who’s your daddy?” he wanted to hear you say those words.

“you are my daddy” you could feel his cock twitch, knowing how much he was loving how he had you under him, saying those words.

“now open up for me, babe” you nodded and did what he said. he placed a finger inside your mouth, and you immediately started to suck on it. his thrusts started off slow, but your moans and whimpers made him move at a pace that had you clawing his back with your nails.

“where do you want my cum?” he asked you, as he felt getting close.

“in my mouth, please”you said as he continued to fuck your gummy walls.

“as you wish, you dirty slut.” he said as he slipped off you. you then kneeled on the floor and took his cock and wrapped your hand around it. tasting yourself on his cock and sucking on his tip.

“tell me if it hurts, and i’ll stop” he said as started sliding it inside you, making you feel every inch of him, stretching you out like no one else did. and before you knew it he bottomed out, his tip caressing your sweet spot. you didn’t feel pain at all.

“see babe, i knew you would take me all” he smiled and cupped your cheek.

“babe- i’m so..close-” he warned before his cum filled your mouth, you swallowed it whole. not leaving a drop go to waste, as you licked it off his cock.

“fuck, didn’t know you were like this…it was, fucking hot babe” zoro said, as he watched you clean your mouth with the back of your hand. a mischievous smile was drawn across your face.

“and that’s not all i’ve got…” you said.

#wheww #this is a real come back #omg this was so hot #i haven't written zoro in a while #but omg this is firee #zoro smut #roronoa zoro #zoro #zoro roronoa x you #one piece smut #op #op smut #one piece #kaizokuhub collab

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emilio-the-dumb-wrestler · 1 year

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Prison break….in…..

Neal was just in the midst of finishing up the most recent report of violent crimes happening in the prison he was employed at when he was called into the wardens office. “Neal. We have an idea. But it’s going to require a volunteer and we was wondering if you would be interested in it…”. Neal was always looking for a way to prove himself to his boss. He wanted to make sure his boss knew he could take on anything. And that he was ready for his job description to change to something g more. Something with more power. Neal eagerly volunteered without even knowing what it was for and his boss smiled. “Well I thought you’d say that. But I want you to know what it is. The stipulations behind everything. The time frame…..”. The warden told Neal about the plan to figure out the root cause of all the violent crimes. They needed someone to go into the system under cover. “We will fabricate a record and everything for you. Even help you look like one of them. We only need you to do this for a few days as we know how your analytical skills are. Ou will find them in no time. Then when it’s done. We will yank you out. And pull you right back here. Doing this is sure to help you get that promotion you have been wanting !” That was all Neal needed to sign the dotted line agreeing to his voluntary service.

That afternoon he was escorted by two of the prison security guards to an off site facility. When he got there he was ushered into the building quickly so as to not be seen. In the building he was ushered from one room to the next. First room was to shave his head. Now bald he felt cooler than he was before and shivered slightly. In the next room he was given a list of routines he needed to make sure he completed. Courtyard scan. Cafeteria scan. When to report his findings and how. And when to signal then to have them pull him out of the system. The next room he went to was another modification room. Stencils were brought out with immaculate designs. The men I white coats told him that these would look like real tattoos and wouldn’t wash away so easily in the showers. They had been specially formulated so they would need a special solvent made by the scientist to remove the temporary designs. While they did this another man in a suit informed him of what his new identity would be. Francois Carter. Grant theft larceny along with possession with intent to distribute. Sentence for 10 years. “Remember these details. As we have to make sure this is believable to make this infiltration Work !” On the back there were computer programmers hacking the systems. Building the profile for Francois. More are sold were added this time giving the looks of scarification from fights. An I’ve was ran with hormone boosters. The drs telling him this was just to make him get a little bigger looking but could be counteracted with another serum they had. When it was all done Neal didn’t feel any different. He was handed an orange jumpsuit. Some white socks and some orange crocs. Inmate 267513 printed in the back in big thick black letters. He got dressed in his costume for this infiltration and was led to a wall where his offices mugshot was taken. And then loaded to the system to go along with his profile. Finger prints and everything was matched to go along with new identity. And everything about Neal was placed in a folder under lock and key for protection.

Neal was then put in shackles and handcuffs. And led back out to the van that he arrived in. “Remember Neal. Eyes and ears open. We have also added some medication to your prison roster. It’s for anxiety to help you remain calm”. Thanksgiving Neal got into the can and repeated his new story to himself. Remember every little detail. It wasn’t long before he arrived at the prison. He was surprised when the guards were being rough with him. Pushing him around. He started to get Angry when the guard whispered “come on make this believable !” Neal got up in the guards face abs started shouted at them. Then winked and the guards grinned. They led him to his cell. And that’s where Neal was left for the night. Alone.

Over then next few days he slipped information to the guards. Tell them what was going on. He was getting really close to the source of the issues in the prison and that didn’t go unnoticed. What Neal failed to uncover was Anthony Beneducci was the son of a powerful leader in the underground crime world. In his phone calls with his father he told his father about the things that was happening. “All my sources here are getting found. I need back up!”

Neal found out within a day that Anthony was the source behind all the issues. He was tattooed and always walked around in a muscle shirt acting bad and like he owned everything. Neal gave this last bit of info to the guard and gave him the word to pull the string on the operation. He was ready to come out. Neal went back to his food at the table. He was tired of the mush that they fed them there. The medicine helped keep him calm just like the drs said. But he was ready to come out. Got rid of the tats. Go back to his old life. There was a lot of loud banging that was heard that rang through the prison. The lights went red and everyone was told to go back to their cell. Neal was panicked and didn’t know why to do. The normal guard he spoke to wasn’t anywhere to be seen and then a guard appeared behind him “TO YOUR CELL INMATE!” He was forced back to his cell where the door was locked. Neal remained calm and just kept telling himself he had to wait for them to come and pull him out. This has to be part of the mission. Cause a scene. That way it’s easier to pull him out. Only it didn’t comes.

The next day when everything opened back up he couldn’t find the guard he gave information to. And all the guards seemed to be different. He took his normal meds to help him stay calm. Then that afternoon a guard came to his cell “warden wants to talk to you ! Now !” He was led to the wardens off where he seen what looked like bullet splatter on the walls. When he sat down in the chair across from the wardens desk. As the food close he heard a lighter click and smell of cigar smoke. Turning around in the chair was not the warden that he was speaking with just days before. “Hello. My name is curt. You will me warden. I will be taking over from where the last warden left off. I see that your name is Francois. I expect we will not have any issues from you. Am I clear ?” Neal was shocked. He attempted to tell the warden about the project. But the man just laughed. “You think I’m an idiot ? No one would sign up for a silly thing like that without backup plans in case something happened. Jeez you criminals get dumber and dumber each year. We will have a lot of time to talk to each other about your delusions I’m sure.” Neal was taken out of the office kicking and screaming. He wanted to be free. The project was over !! And the curt just laughed at him. What Neal didn’t know was that curt was actually Anthony’s brother. And he knew all about the project. But no one else at the prison did except for a couple of the guards were part of the mafia. All dedicated to keeping Neal where he was at. It wasn’t even hard for them to find the file on Neal. Man’s destroying it making Neal disappear and Francois a real person. With a little bit of hacking Neal never existed to begin and there was only ever Francois. The criminal. And as an added punishment they found the file on the medications Francois was taking to keep him calm. Changing the dosage and adding more to it they were able to get him OrAl steroids. Bulking him up against his will. Increasing his anger and aggression. More ways to open hi m up for punishments for acting out. And they would even force the medication on him when he refused.

After a couple months curt sat in his office and looked out over the court yard. Watching his criminal creation. Francois was still adamant that he wasn’t who he said he was. But that didn’t matter. He had Francois evaluated and declared psychotic with his delusions. He would be here a long time. Stuck in a prisoner contract that he signed.

November 21st, 2021 10:34pm prison break male transformation

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sulky-valkyrie · 2 years

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lil wee prompt - "clinging to each other" for fenders?? as angsty as you'd like :3

Um . . . well. This is somewhat pre-Fenders, and became unexpectedly long and also it probably needs a Chapter 2? ~~~

“Fenris, wait!” Hawke caught his arm.

He phased through their hand. “I said I need to go.”

“Just let him,” he heard the mage sigh as he bolted from the room, suddenly unable to stomach the smell of death and magic. He’d even prefer the stink of fish. In fact . . .

Once he made it back to Kirkwall, he headed toward the docks. The stench was practically refreshing, perhap because it was such an uncomplicated thing to hate. Unlike magic. When had that hatred become so confusing, anyway? When Hawke had helped set his bones after one of the Tal-Vashoth had pushed him down a cliff? When the witch had used her own vile spells to cure a blood disease running rampant through Lowtown that not even the abomination could fix?

The abomination. He was the worst of them. Or perhaps the best. Reckless. Generous. Impulsive. Fasta vass, the abomination was just maddening, contradictions wrapped in contradictions. It was so much easier when he was able to simply hate anyone with magic, but after all that he’d seen, mages like that Ella girl victimized for crime of existing, scared young men trapped by slavers for not wanting to submit to the harsh supervision of Templars, even the Tranquil ones beaten, and for what? They weren’t slaves, but how was . . . whatever that state they existed in truly better?

“Hawke’s worried about you.”

Somehow, he wasn’t surprised to hear the abomination behind him. “Of course they are,” he said sourly. “They’re as bad as Le-” the comparison died in his throat. Leandra was dead. Hawke had no one to fuss over them anymore.

“I’ll just . . . skip that when I report back.” The mage pushed aside one of the empty shipping crates that always littered the harbor and crouched down not quite next to him, but definitely closer than a stranger would. “Do you need any healing? You left so quickly that I didn’t -”

“I’m fine,” he snapped. Am I?

“Are you?” the human asked, unconsciously echoing his own thoughts. “That was . . . a lot. Almost captured -”

“They had no chance,” Fenris spat.

The mage nodded in acknowledgment. “Fine, an attempted capture, finally getting some proper vengeance -” his voice echoed strangely on that word “- then finding out you have a sister? That’s a rough fuckin’ day.”

The elf shrugged. “I am no more damaged than I was this morning.”

“And how damaged is that, exactly?”

“Shut up.”

“No, it’s a real question.” The abomination waved vaguely at him. “Everyone else, I have at least a rough idea of how they are, but you? You never come down to see me. And yes, yes, we’re not friends, why would you come see me unless you were bleeding out, but wouldn’t it be worth it just to make Hawke worry less?”

Fenris wanted to argue with him. He didn’t want to owe the human - the mage - for anything. Even the things that he passed out for free. Things like healing. Damn this generous fool and his big heart. And then there was Hawke. All alone save for the servants and the dog, and trying so very hard to . . . to what? Keep anyone else they cared about from getting hurt? It wouldn't work. Given enough time, Kirkwall would chew them all up. But if seeing the mage down in the clinic made Hawke worry less, he owed them that much. More than that, truth be told.

He sighed and stood up, then held his hand out to the abomination. "Fine, we'll go visit your clinic. For Hawke."

The human eyed him warily. Perhaps he wasn't as reckless as he seemed. "Not just the 'walk down there and immediately leave' kind of visit?"

Fenris shook his head with a faint smile. "Not worth trying; Hawke never falls for anyone's lies but Varric’s. Plus they'd ask you later, and I've seen how terribly you bluff at cards."

The mage snorted as he put his hand in the elf's and let himself be pulled up. "Funny story, I’ve always had terrible luck at counting cards, but I used to be able to bluff the pants off of anyone, sometimes literally. Actually got me out of a few sticky situations a few years back, but Justice doesn't - nevermind." The abomination bit his lip. "I'll - you're doing me a favor here, no reason to throw everything that you hate about me in your face." He hurried toward the sewers, apparently so flustered about bringing up his demon that he hadn't noticed they were still holding hands. It was . . . oddly pleasant. The ever-present icy itch along the lyrium in his skin quieted where they touched, and the longer they held hands, more the feeling - no, the absence of feeling - spread.

Fenris slowed as they picked their way through the refugees. It’s natural to be cautious down here, I’m not prolonging this, he told himself. The mage is too foolhardy, too trusting, I need to keep him safe. That thought felt strange. For Hawke, he amended. Safe for Hawke.

For his part, the abomination hardly seemed to notice that their pace was barely above a crawl. He had finally realized he was still holding the elf’s hand though, but only tried to pull away once. Fenris had squeezed his fingers when they started to slip away, and the human had made a quiet, "oh," then gripped his hand tightly. So quiet that only an elf could've heard it.

"Do, do you - have you eaten?" Fenris was surprised by the question. More surprised that he'd been the one to ask it.

"Hawke gave me a basket of bread and fruits yesterday." The mage rubbed the back of his neck and winced.

Fenris arched an eyebrow. "You really can’t bluff at all, can you?"

The human shrugged. "I get by."

"Do you?" The elf asked, mimicking the mage's question earlier. "If you were 'getting by,' I think you'd be able to answer my question." He rolled his eyes. "Let me guess: you're a big-hearted fool, and you gave it all away, but you don't want Hawke to find out. Because they'd worry. It's the same reason you came looking for me."

The abomination shook his head and a flash of blue sparkled across his face. "Not the only -"

A sound caught Fenris' attention. A scrape of metal on stone, the jingle of arms and armor. So faint it should've just been part of the background noise. It was part of the background noise. But Fenris had been on the run too long, had fought for his freedom - killed for it - too many times over too many years, for a sound like that to go unnoticed. Whatever Anders had to say would have to wait; Hadrianna must've had contingencies - no, she was too arrogant, this was Danarius' work. Hadrianna must've been the bait, hadn't she?

And he'd walked right into it. He covered the mage’s mouth with his free hand to stop him talking and dragged him into a shadowed cellar. The human struggled against him, eyes going wide in panic, but unless he summoned his demon, even with Warden strength, he was no match for a living weapon.

"We're being followed," he whispered against the human's ear, pulling him close. "More slavers. Don’t move until we -"

A flare of blue, and voice deeper than his own growled, "They shall not have you." The abomination broke his grip easily, and strode out of the darkness, blazing with Fadelight. "Hunters of men, show yourselves!"

An arrow pierced his shoulder. Justice didn't seem to notice. "A bow is the weapon of a coward! Face me or perish." A crossbow bolt hit him in the arm, and the demon did notice that, but likely not in the way his foes anticipated. He glanced down, cocked his head to the side like he was trying to work out a puzzle, then waved his - Anders' - staff toward his unseen attackers. A torrent of green fire erupted from the ground, turning the hapless crossbowman into a torch.

A Templar torch. In the light cast from their very obviously dying comrade, Fenris could count at least a dozen flaming sword chest plates.

Kaffas.

“Demon!” someone screamed.

“I am no demon!” Justice snarled, as another crossbow hit him in the chest. “You are the perversions here, the corruptors, the takers of children, the thieves of dreams!” A curtain of raw energy shimmered along the back lines of the Templars, making two immediately fall to the ground, clawing their helmets off and bleeding from their ears. The others wavered, but held fast, one winding his crossbow grimly as two others nocked arrows.

“For the love of the Maker, smite it, silence it!”

Even from yards away, even without being a mage, Fenris felt as the Templars began their counter attack. Justice staggered back under the battering of at least a half a dozen smites, leaning on Anders’ staff, and threw another wave of whatever it was at the advancing soldiers, but it was clearly weaker, and barely gave them pause.

Kaffas.

They’d started this. They’d started this. But Fenris was going to end it. The sword was in his hand and he was moving before he’d consciously chosen to defend the abomination. But how could he not? The spirit - the man? - had gone out there intending to fight slavers, intending to defend him. It didn’t matter that it was probably just for Hawke. Probably just so he didn’t have to tell them later yes well, and then Fenris died, sorry about that, I could’ve done something, but I didn’t.

Heads rolled. Hearts were ripped out. Two arrows hit his back, but he ignored them. A Templar gauntlet caught the side of his head, but before he could react, Justice was there, tearing the offending arm off and hurling it at another one as he put a hand awash with healing on the side of his face. He phased on instinct, unused to being touched, particularly in battle, and Justice’s hand passed through him and it felt -

“Kill them both!”

No time to think about it. The blood was out of his face, his vision was clear, and he was surrounded by men who would die for laying a hand on him, for trying to kill the mage, and for worrying Hawke. They didn’t even know this was happening, couldn’t know, or they’d be here, Merrill and Isabela in tow, but even hearing about it later would set them worrying. The rest of the fight was a blur of blood, brains, blue light, and green fire until finally, Fenris was the last man standing.

Kaffas. He rushed over to the mage, no longer crackling with Fadelight, but still alive and kneeling in the gore they’d both just created. Anders winced as he removed the arrows and bolts that Justice hadn’t bothered to avoid. “Mage, we need to go.” Fenris leaned down to wrap an arm around the human’s chest to haul him to his feet, and found himself pulled down instead.

“Give me a minute, just a minute,” he hissed. “Justice doesn’t give a shit about smites, but I do and -”

“This was not a regular patrol,” Fenris said as calmly as he could despite the pounding in his chest, both from the thrill of battle and the thrill of . . . whatever that feeling had been when the spirit’s hand passed through him. Not the time, not the time. They were still in danger. “We need to move. Now.”

“I’m trying,” Anders whispered, arms tightening around the elf’s shoulders. “I just - they cut me off from half of what I am and I panic, and even when it’s not happening to me, it’s happening to my body and I still feel it and I can’t, I’m trying but I can’t -”

No time to discuss it. “Then I shall carry you.”

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Uncertain Ground (2)

Summary: After Herogasm, Abby meets Soldier Boy again. This time, though, he doesn’t plan on her leaving his sights again, and she realises there’s more to him than meets the eye. Pairing: Abby (OC) x Soldier Boy WC: 1.2k words Warnings: 1970s, time skip, graphic violence, angst.

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Abby held onto the seat as Soldier Boy raced through the street into her house, and was ready to hop into the shower the moment he let her go.

"I just need a minute to freshen up," she said quickly, not giving him the chance to stop her.

Was she really doing this? Scrubbing blood off of her hands to hop in bed with some A-lister after all that had happened in the bank?

Any idolisation she had for Soldier Boy had faded the second he snorted cocaine off her stomach, but.. he wanted her? As in: really wanted and desired her even after he had already fucked her?

Unkempt, untalented, unwanted leech Abby?

She gripped the sink, trying to push the ghost of her mother back into her stupid grave.

She was fucking dead. Her words should be too.

Abby breathed in before finally stepping out of the bathroom, leaving her suit inside and just wrapping a robe around herself, and frowned when her ears caught glass clicking.

"Ben?" she was back in the living room.

He raised a glass, drinking her bourbon.

"You got nice taste," he hummed.

Her face heated up and she tried to pull her robe tighter around herself, as if to conceal her body from him, but it was like Ben could see right through her.

"Come here " he instructed, patting his thigh.

Oh.

When her powers emerged at a young age, it felt like any delicate detail of her was ripped right out of her hands.

She was strong and she knew it, and maybe to some, it was liberating, but her mother always reminded her of how she wasn’t a real woman and no one would ever see her as one.

But there Ben was, making her feel small with just a simple movement of his hand.

"What's up with that robe?" he asked, relaxing back.

He was shirtless. She could see his flawless skin underneath, stomach a little soft over his muscles and just overall stupidly tempting.

He smirked, pulling her to seat her on his lap.

"You want me to unwrap you like a present again?"

Her face flushed and he smirked.

"Soldier…" she sighed.

He hummed, shaking his head.

"Ben," he corrected her.

Abby looked away, and he moved his hands up to her body, caressing her hips and then pushed her robe away.

"Perfect," he hummed. "Never found a woman this hot, you know?"

"What about countess?" she asked, not able to hold back her tongue.

He snorted

"I don't even fuck countess," he moved his hand up her stomach. "Not since I got a taste of you."

She wanted to doubt him. He was fucking Soldier Boy, he could have any girl he wanted.

Why would he-

But her thought process stopped when he captured her lips, kissing her deeply.

She moaned, letting his tongue slide in as one of his hands just threw her robe down, fondling her breasts in his rough hands.

"How wet are you for me?" he purred, pulling away from her lips and taking a hand down between her legs, and Abby gasped when he parted her folds with his finger. "Hm, baby... were you this wet when you saw me come to the rescue?"

"No," she protested, and whined when he pushed a finger into her.

He clicked his tongue.

"I don't think you weren't, baby," he decided. "I think you want me to take you right there. Could fuck you right in front of the reporters and you'd just take me."

She moaned.

"Ben," she protested.

Was he crazy?

He pushed a second finger into her, opening them and slowly fucking her.

"I could have laid you out on the hood of that police car and fucked you right there," he smirked, lips moving to her neck, kissing and teasing her skin. "Letting them all get the good angles of my cock fucking this pussy."

Abby couldn’t stop her brain from conjuring the images. It would’ve been so dirty, everyone would know that soldier boy fucked her, that he liked fucking her.

It made her gush at the thought of everyone knowing, but the embarrassment was still there. What would Vought say? It wouldn’t be good for either of their images.

"Ben!" she yelped, feeling a pinch in her clit.

“You’re thinking too loud, baby doll," he pulled his fingers out and lifted her. "No thoughts, just cock, baby."

He lifted her up, standing and wrapping her legs around his waist and making Abby gasp.

"Hold on, pretty doll," he commanded simply, not even looking like he was breaking a sweat as he walked to her room.

Ben closed her door shut with his foot and put her in her bed, smirking and taking off his pants quickly.

"I'm gonna fuck you so hard you'll feel it for days," he promised, tossing his clothes back. "Nothing will ever be better than my cock inside you, pretty doll. You'll never be able to get yourself off if not just rubbing that pretty bud because of how addicted you are to me."

She fell back on her bed, spreading he legs as he fumbled to finish undressing, and licked her lips by just looking at his cock.

"Hey," he called her. "Eyes up."

Abby looked up at his face, and Ben raised his chin.

"I'll fuck your face later, doll," he promised. "Right now, I want to pound that tight hole first."

Her face burned. She vaguely remembered sucking him off during herogasm - there was a lot she had forgotten thanks to whatever he had given her. Still, it was her first time sucking a guy off, and she wondered if she could get better with it for him.

He crawled into her bed and pulled her close, holding her thighs open and in place as his head pressed against her entrance.

"You feel what you do to me?" he teased her. "Made me hard as a rock, I got a nice big load waiting for you."

It was a good thing she had made herself get an IUD after the last time they saw one another. She was terrified of their encounter leaving more than just memories in her, and the moment she was free of that splitting headache, Abby had scheduled a visit to her doctor and popped that thing into her uterus.

She couldn't expect a man like Soldier Boy to always come prepared, plus, a secret part of her loved being filled, and by the looks of his balls, he wasn't lying.

Ben pushed his cock into her, not wasting any time to get what he wanted.

"Perfect tight cunt," he held her hips, thrusting hard into her. "I missed it so much, baby doll, you know that?"

She moaned, breathless at his strong movements.

"My perfect always virginal cunt," he chuckled.

Oh. He remembered.

They were interesting, her healing powers.

She hadn't met another female super talking about it, but having your hymen constantly regenerate was an interesting feeling.

"No hymen for me to break today, though, uh?" he remained. "What happened, baby doll? Were you touching yourself before they called you for help?"

She flushed. Yes, she was. In the morning, though, not right before they called her.

"Ben," she whined, embarrassed.

He laughed amid his grunts.

"God, what a little slut," he purred, taking his hand to caress her bud. "I should punish you."

She moaned, tossing her head back.

"Is that what you want?" he teased her. "Your Soldier Boy to punish you for being naughty?"

She nodded, needy.

"Next time you wanna touch yourself you'll have to ask my permission," he warned her. "And I'll know if you fucking do it, sweetheart. Don't test me."

Abby moaned, overfilled with pleasure, and he moved his hips faster.

"I'll spank your ass until you're begging me to stop," he growled. "And then I'll finally fuck that ass that's been haunting my dreams."

She gasped at the suggestion.

Her ass wasn't meant for fucking!

Ben looked at her face and laughed at her shock.

"Of course you've never been fucked in the ass before," he grunted. "Of. Fucking. Course."

Her mind was filled with so many questions.

What did he even mean with all that? Why had he even come after her? He could have called before, too, and-

"Nope, no more thinking, little whore," he pushed her legs up against her chest, getting even deeper into her.

Abby cried out at the brush of his cock against her cervix, pain mixing with pleasure as he dove into her, fucking using her.

"Ben," she moaned loudly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to bring him close.

Soldier boy groaned, kissing her again as he slammed his cock into her.

He pulled back away from the kiss, face to face with her, and bit her lower lip with an intense look on his face.

"Mine," he growled. "All fucking mine."

His, yes. She was his.

She could feel the knot in her stomach starting to tighten more and more.

"Ben, I'm close! Please, please!" she begged.

Abby restrained herself from touching her cunt. She had to ask for permission now, after all.

His hand reached down and started to rub her clit, and she cried out.

"Ben!"

"So fucking sloppy," he groaned. "I'm gonna wreck this cunt until it is gaping."

She shook at his promise, his promise driving her over the edge.

Fuck. She loved his filthy mouth.

She went limp as she rode out her pleasure, though he continues to fuck her, his stamina keeping him going until she was about to peak again before he even came himself.

"Ben," she whined, mixed with a moan. "Want you to cum."

He chuckled.

"Want that, baby doll? Want me to make you drip?"

"Please," she moaned. "I need you, Ben."

Her pleading did it, and he pushed down onto the bed even further, fucking her loudly into she finally felt his seed filling her up.

She didn't even realise she was cumming with him until she was shaking and crying, much happier with the feeling of being filled to the brink than any other feeling.

"All mine, baby doll," Ben whispered, putting his face in the crook of her neck and kissing the skin there, keeping her close.

Her cheeks were wet with overwhelmed tears when he pulled away to look at her, and Ben moved his hands to her face, wiping her tears away in an oddly sweet way.

"Poor doll," he cooed, teasing her with a mocking pout. "Too much?"

"A little," she confessed, whining, squeezing around his cock, growing soft inside her. "You are just... everywhere."

"You like that, don't you?" he kissed her chin. "If I pull out, all my seed will drip out of you."

Abby panted.

"Ben," she whined.

"We can't have that," he kissed her chin.

He pulled back slowly, raising her hips and pulling his hand, making her hold herself in a very open position and keeping his cum inside by gravity.

"Stay just like that," he commanded. "Don't move."

She obeyed, a little uncomfortable but nothing as bad as her performances, though she was confused about what he was doing.

Ben walked out of her room and then came back, walking to her with something in his hand.

A plug.

"Ben?" she asked as he spread her folds open, quickly catching his seed before it started dripping out, scooping it back in and slowly pushing the toy inside.

"Pretty as a picture," he cooed.

She whimpered, squeezing around the plug as it settled in.

"You are gonna keep that in all night, okay?" he commanded, kissing her neck and pulling her legs back down, laying by her side and pulling her to his arms.

The night?

"Are... are you going to stay the night?" she found herself asking.

Ben pulled her to his chest, caressing her cheek.

He looked at her face, seeming to process her question.

"I've never done that before," he wondered out loud, caressing her thigh with his free hand, concentrating.

He then looked after and smiled.

"As long as you don't snore," he decided. "I don't see why not."

That made her laugh, and she tried to show her appreciation by lifting her head up to kiss him.

She wanted to be his.

And maybe... just maybe, he could be hers too.

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jase-is-ace · 1 year

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Back into the Pit

Chapter 30: Hunger

The next few weeks revolved around Audrey leaving the toons at home while she was at work. She let Twist know that she was in charge while the animator was out. Twist saluted her and signed that she would try to keep the house in one piece.

Audrey gave a thumbs up, high fiving Bendy before locking the front door and heading towards her car. She messaged Henry the previous night again. They had been talking about different options on how to help Twist out.

So far Audrey had successfully made the ink realm a little less unorganized and hellish, according to Henry.

He would report progress and would let Allison occasionally message her as well. The animator had drawn out rough sketches of new and better living places for all the inhabitants, putting them all in the Illusion of Living book. It seemed anything she put in the book would find itself a home within the ink realm.

The lost ones and searchers now all had a place full of warmth and food.

That was a great sign, but her work wasn’t over just yet. There was still the glaring issue of experiments that Wilson had done. Those horrible spider mutants were still attacking the normal inhabitants, which could not keep happening as far as Audrey was concerned.

Allison and Tom were working to exterminate as much as they could, but it wouldn’t be enough. And then there was the problem of the remaining keepers. Without Wilson for guidance, the heinous experiments found shelter in the depths of the studio.

Luckily, they haven’t caused any major problems yet. Audrey and Henry feared they would stir up something later though.

The young animator was having a hard time keeping her mind solely on her work that day. So many ideas and possible solutions buzzed around in her brain that she couldn’t shut out.

Would Twist eventually revert back to her original form in the real world?

Would that affect her hunger?

What about the Ink Demon?

That thought sent an uncomfortable shiver down Audrey’s spine. She didn’t want to think about that.

Audrey tried to finish as many frames as she could. She met the bare minimum, which was very much below her usual standard. Management didn’t make a big deal out of it, but she knew they were also surprised by the sudden shortcoming. Especially after they so graciously allowed her to have that well deserved break.

The animator sighed as she walked back through the door of her home. A bit of a struggle since she was holding the groceries she so desperately needed.

The moment she locked the door, she heard a loud crash coming from the bathroom, and then a whistle.

She dropped everything onto the floor and bolted towards the sound. Audrey practically burst the door open and was greeted by the sight of Twist, in her monster form. She was currently on the ground trying to regain her composure. Scratch marks littered the wall. Audrey spotted Bendy huddled in the corner with wide eyes, unsure of what to do.

The demoness was huffing, gripping her stomach.

Oh no.

“Twisty? Are you…alright?” Audrey was slow to approach, gesturing for Bendy to come to her.

The toon managed to maneuver around the demoness without riling her up. Bendy quickly ducked behind Audrey, hiding by her leg.

Audrey wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to provoke Twist. She was clawing at the ground, leaving deep marks in the hard tile.

Shampoo and conditioner bottles were knocked down from the shelf near the bathtub.

“Bendy, why don’t you go to your room and wait there for a bit?” Audrey whispered to the toon. He looked up at her with heavy concern. Audrey gave a smile and pushed him back towards the door.

Bendy gave a large frown, he didn’t want to disobey Audrey. But he also didn’t feel comfortable with leaving her to deal with this on her own.

Reluctantly, the toon left the scene, leaving Audrey alone with the feral demon.

“Okay, Twisty. I’m gonna get you something to placate your hunger, alright?” The animator reassured.

Her response was a low growl and more scraping.

The animator pressed her lips into a thin line.

Have I really neglected her for so long?

Guilt over came Audrey as she rethought all those weeks she was focused on fixing the ink realm, forgetting to help the person she promised to fix.

Audrey booked it towards the front door, grabbing the fast food she had gotten along with the groceries. She grabbed the hamburger and fries and ran back to the bathroom.

Twist was now facing the wall, back turned towards the entrance. Audrey gulped, setting down the meal for the demon.

“Here you go. I’ll just leave you to that. Um, let me know if it helps.”

Another growl, a much more aggressive one. A warning to leave.

Audrey shut the door behind her. Half her mind begged her to lock the door, she shook her head. No. Twist wouldn’t hurt them.

The sound of muffled paper tearing came from behind the door, Twist was devouring the hamburger. Audrey sighed, sliding down the only barrier standing between her and a starving predator.

Bendy came into her peripheral vision.

“Bendy! I thought I told you to go to your room.” Audrey said sternly.

“Twist was very upset these past few days.” He signed somberly. The animator gave a quizzical look.

“What do you mean?”

“The hunger was hurting her. Didn’t know what to do.” Bendy explained.

“She said not to tell you. Even when she started whining from the pain.”

Audrey stared at the toon while her thoughts ran wild. Why didn’t Twist tell her? The whole point of her being in the real world was so they could fix it together.

Bendy slowly approached the door, placing his hand on the door as the sound of snarling became more apparent.

“My fault.”

“What? What do you mean ‘your fault’ Bendy?” Audrey furrowed her brows at the devil.

“Attacked her, hurt her badly, spent all her energy. Now she is starving because of me.” He signed; tears started to prick at the corners of his pie cut eyes.

“Oh, Bendy.” Audrey whispered. She held her arms out; the toon hesitated before climbing into her lap.

They sat there for a few minutes, waiting for Twist to settle down.

The scratching at the door never stopped; however, it calmed down a bit. Audrey picked Bendy up as she stood at her feet. She opened the door partially, just enough to illuminate the dark bathroom but not enough to aggravate the demoness.

Twist was nowhere in sight, Audrey peaked into the room. Nothing.

Suddenly Twist’s face was right in front of her. Upside down, to be more specific. Audrey let out a yelp and took a step back. The door swung open fully. Twist landed to the floor on all fours. She had her teeth bared. Hunched over, ready to pounce.

“Twist- “Audrey barely sputtered out before the demoness lunged forward.

The toon in Audrey’s arms whistled loudly as she ducked out of the way. Audrey bolted up the stairs, locking herself and Bendy in her bedroom.

This was not the most ideal situation.

Twist did not pursue them, oddly enough. Audrey could hear pans clattering downstairs in the kitchen. A few doors flying open. More growling. Bendy tugged at Audrey’s sleeve, pointing at the floor. The animator placed the toon on the floor.

“Let me out. I will fix.” Bendy hurriedly signed.

“No! I am not risking your life!” Audrey said sternly. The toon shot her a look before diving into his own ink puddle.

“What the-Bendy!” The animator unlocked her door and bolted down the stairs.

When she reached the kitchen, she spotted Twist on all fours staring at Bendy who was signing…something.

He was moving too fast for Audrey to keep up.

Twist scraped at the floor with her sharp claws. Contemplating.

The demoness seemed to agree with whatever the toon had just asked.

Audrey refrained from snatching Bendy away as he walked over to the drooling demon. The toon stopped right in front of her, holding out his arm, looking away.

The animator watched with bated breath as Twist leaned in. She grabbed Bendy’s hand rather harshly.

Without a second thought, she bit into his little arm. The toon winced, squinting.

Audrey audibly gasped, covering her mouth with her hands. Neither of the ink beings moved for a few moments. Twist pulled away, inky blood trailing down her mouth.

Bendy held his arm, smiling at his friend.

He helped her!

He actually helped her out for once.

She picked him up without warning, the demoness carried him and simply walked past Audrey as if nothing weird had just occurred.

Audrey whipped her head around, dumbfounded. Twist went back into the bathroom, toon in her arms.

When the animator peaked inside, she spotted Bendy sitting on the sink counter.

Twist was patching him up, it seemed.

“Um, Twist? What was that?” Audrey asked. The demon exhaled, hot steam swerving around her teeth. Bendy squinted his eyes as her breath hit his face.

“Hunger. Bendy helped.” She signed, momentarily taking her hands away from treating the little toon.

“You BIT him.” Audrey said, exasperated.

“Needed to consume. No other option.”

The animator furrowed her eyebrows in contemplation. She really needed to find an alternative. This could not happen again.

Suddenly, Audrey’s eyes widened, having an idea that might work out for all of them.

“Twist, what if I found a way to let you transition between your forms more fluently!” She stepped into the bathroom, stepping over the endless claw marks that littered the floor.

The demoness finished wrapping the toon’s arm. Turning to the artist, she cocked her head quizzically.

“That way, if you feel your hunger pangs, you can just switch!”

“Wont work. Hunger affects me either way.” Twist quickly refuted.

“Well, we may as well just start there, right? It would be nice to not rely on those awful signal towers to transform you. Maybe I could fix you up the same way I did Bendy.” Audrey thought more to herself.

“You want to lock my true form away?” Twist signed.

“Huh? No, it’s to help you transform at will.” The animator quickly corrected her wording. Twist seemed to relax.

“Sound goo to you?” Audrey asked, holding her hand out.

Twist contemplated. Bendy looked between the two ladies, expecting.

The demoness nodded, albeit reluctantly.

The two shook hands.

It could work.

It was a start, and that is definitely better than nothing.

Chapter 29 / Chapter 31

Freaking finally! This took way too long. I really burnt myself out with that shipahoy Dudley chapter💀

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nukenai · 1 year

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tw death stuff since it’s BEEN A REAL FEW DAYS FOR ME i am going to have lasting trauma. i just gotta talk about it bc that’s how I deal with shit. don’t feel remotely obligated to read this i just. you know

got through all of Oma’s services and stuff fine today. I was really HEADACHE about it because it’s like, I’ve already been dealing with this shit for a few days and then having to deal with all the Newly Sad People coming in the room and just everything.

then everyone came back to the house and having that many people in my house was like. no!!!! i hate it. but it went alright and now i have food for quite some time lol so that’s fine

i’m going to go into details about what happened here slightly bc it was Rough and I just wanna. put it down somewhere

I found Oma on Friday morning in her bed and like, well, you don’t really know what to do with that situation. I had a feeling something was up when I saw the kitchen lights weren’t on, so. I texted my sister first but then immediately called 911. Shout out to the 911 guy, he taught me how to do CPR! even though it did nothing and was just kind of awful because I’d just had to move Oma to the floor. Also I hung up on him like 3 times because my face pushed the button but then I called him back each time. He was very cool about it. Thanks guy.

The first responders and police officers that came were all very kind. The one officer stayed with us for quite a while, she was really nice, eventually she got another call so she had to go. But they all sort of handled the situation, I was on the phone with my sister at that point until my SIL got to the house. The cops kept an eye on me but probably didn’t bother me much because I was on the phone with family.

Family started showing up, luckily my dad lives and works close so he arrived shortly after my SIL. I’ll slightly tldr this but like. The first responders left a huge box of Very Medical Supplies in the house and it was like !!! no thank you dfgjhsjghfdg. I didn’t go back in and see Oma after leaving the room when the responders arrived bc you know, bad! hate it.

Friday was a mess bc we spent time at the funeral home and like nobody wanted to leave me alone in the house which I get. Saturday my sister, SIL, and I went down to Brooklyn because my sister was seeing a show and SIL was going shopping so I went shopping too. I actually had a very great time shopping, the only real issue was that I was having very EXTREME, VIOLENT FLASHBACKS to the morning before, the ENTIRE fucking time.

I’m happy to report that the flashbacks are ALREADY better, I keep having them but they’re not having any real effect on me other than “ah, yeah, that happened”.

Sunday me and sister and SIL went out shopping for new things for the house. I replaced some things I’ve been wanting to replace for literal years lol... It’s a weird thing to be “excited” about because like... on one hand I’m really worried about how I’m going to actually be able to pay for everything. I can’t really survive in a WHOLE HOUSE by myself money-wise so I’ll probably definitely have to find at least one housemate. It’s just a matter of who and how because most of my friends live with significant others and whatnot. So idk if THEY’D be cool with that y’know.

But it’s only been a few days so I’m just like, trying to keep my head on my shoulders. I’m a pretty independent person in terms of Daily Existing so I’m used to doing stuff like housework and being by myself since Oma would go to bed early and I’m a night owl. I don’t have a ton of lingering regrets or anything, just a few, and I’m working through them. They’re not really eating at me so I think I’m doing okay so far.

This fucking sucks man but my family said they’ve got my back. I’ll be okay at least for a few months while things are figured out and that’s a long time. I really just wanna focus on enjoying my trip, and then worrying about other stuff later.

I think I am, so far, doing remarkably okay for someone who found a dead body of a family member 4 days ago and had to immediately go into Extreme Emergency Mode and had my entire life turned upside down aaahahahaha. I’m okay.

#very serious death tw on this #again no obligation to read i just needed to get my experience and thoughts down.

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( I titled this story with the word "Raped" because of a few reasons.

One, is because a friend of my husband's told us that him and his girlfriend role play rape scenarios. He said his girlfriend has fantasies of being raped, so he breaks into the house and "rapes" her.

They are both consenting adults and whatever turns them on is fine by me, but my response to that was "you can't rape the willing", a quote that I always believed in.

I know times have changed and the whole me to moment has taken hold, and there are genuine victims that I sympathize with, but aside from that I did some research and found that 62% of women have had a rape fantasy. For women who have had rape fantasies, the median frequency of these fantasies was about 4 times per year, with 14% of participants reporting that they had rape fantasies at least once a week.

Secondly, alot of times I get comments on some of my stories telling me that I was molested, and or raped, so I thought I'd title this one accordingly.

Third and lastly, I was reminded of this particular event when my husband and I tried to serve a court order to a Muslim.

Some of you may not know that I am a legal assistant and from time to time for some extra cash , my husband and I serve.

This one particular time, just the other day, my husband and I attempted to serve a Muslim owner of a few gas stations.

Anyway, the lady came out yelling at me , then the husband.

I wasn't in the least worried because I was armed as well as my husband, which we commonly are.

We had to report that they refused, which really looks bad on them when they go to court. Anyways that particular incident reminded me of a time I had a run in with some Muslim men.

I might get some backlash for saying this, but around here we call them Habeebs. We use it in a derogatory way.

And their belief that women ain't shit really bugs alot of people here in the United States. Just my opinion.)

Raped by a habeeb part 1 of 2

I was 18yrs old fresh out of high school, kicked out of my parents house for "whoring around" as my dad put it, and was living with my friend Melissa in a cheap dump of an appointment.

Melissa had a guy named Ahmed coming over bringing us drugs from time to time. They would have sex and he'd leave, and for the most part he ignored me.

One day he came over while Melissa was out with some other guys.

We chatted for a bit and he wanted to fuck me. It wasn't uncommon that Melissa and I fucked each other's guys, but he said he didn't really want her to know, so we should go to his house.

I had just got home from work and told him "give me your address, I'll shower and change, then I'll meet you there".

He agreed and said I had to be quiet because he had a lot of roommates.

I went to his place and he snuck me in to his room. I could hear voices upstairs (his room was in the basement). We quietly stripped and he pushed me onto his bed and mounted me. I wasn't expecting it so fast but went along, since I'm such a slut.

He lined up his dick at my pussyhole, a bit dry. I whispered "I be wet in just a second" but he replied with a heavily accented "No" and pushed right in. I cried out in pain and surprise, not expecting this to happen so quickly (less than a minute from getting into his room to getting penetrated). He said quietly but menacingly "Shut up or I'll hurt you". I wasn't scared, as I think I could have fought him off if I needed to, but I'm a slutty cumdump, so I just shut up and took it.

He thrusted hard and fast, no real rhythm to get adjusted to, just stabbing over and over with his long, not super-thick cock. It was like getting punched by a little fist in my pussy, hurting more and more with each jagged thrust. I grunted in pain, and he grabbed me by the hair, pulling my head back and clamping a hand over my mouth. He suddenly jabbed really hard, once, twice, three times and stopped. I guess he came, but I wasn't sure.

I expected him to let me up, but he started thrusting again, just as rough as before, hitting at different angles each time. He was faster too, but I felt wetter, so he must have cum already. This time it took longer, probably only 10 minutes or so, but it felt like an hour. He was pulling my hair again, harder than before, and he shoved his hand into my mouth this time, causing me to gag on his fingers. Tears started leaking from my eyes, as it was getting to be a bit too much, but I was a trooper and just endured.

It went on for a while until again he stabbed me with his cock brutally 4-5 times, causing me to whimper each time. This time is really hurt and I was definitely ready to go home. He just laid there on top of me, breathing hard, hands still gripping my hair and inside my mouth.

I started to try to get out from under him, but he looped his hair-holding arm around my neck and said "Not yet bitch!", and started stabbing me with his cock again, each time just as hard as when he came, just faster and harder and at all sorts of different angles. I tried to shift, but he just held me down, stronger than I thought. He slugged me once in the ribs, causing me to cry out. He stopped suddenly, waiting to see if anyone heard. Silence, He was about to start raping me again, but there was a knock at the door.

A man's voice asked a question in a language I didn't understand and Ahmed replied. The man said something that sounded like a joke and they both laughed. Ahmed waited a bit, then started the rape again. It really hurt, and he was really punishing me now, fingers forcing their way down my throat while he ramped up the thrusting, making extra sure that he was pounding all around my cunt, changing the angles to inflict pain. The thrusts were coming faster and faster. He let go of my neck and took his hand out of my mouth now, pushing my face into the pillow. He pounded so fast now, I couldn't beleive it, it was crazy. I was squealing now, desperate for an orgasm. His thrusting slowed just a little. He shoved it in again, really hard. I felt the contractions this time, as he shot his third load into me.

He again collapsed on top of me, breating raggedly while I cried softly and orgasmed. I was praying that he wasn't going to go for a fourth round. I like sex, but he wasn't any good at it, and this was too much even for me. Luckily, he sat up and yanked his softening cock out of me. I started to sit up but he slapped me across the face, hard. I fell back to the bed. He pounced on me, sitting on my breasts. He said "Clean it off" and pushed his now mostly soft cock into my mouth. I cleaned off the cum and pussy juices. He got off me and started getting dressed. He told me to get dressed and leave quietly, out the side door that he smuggled me in. I gathered my clothes and put them on, not even looking in his direction.

I hurriedly finished dressing and quietly opened a door. To my surprise, there were three other habeebs, with grins on their faces. Those grins turned to frowns and they started yelling in what I assumed was arabic. Ahmed started yelling back. I couldn't make any sense of it, but I did hear the word "slut" in English a couple times. I tried to walk past them, but they wouldn't let me. The yelling continued and two more men came down the stairs, confused at the commotion. More yelling, this time I heard the word "whore" among the habeebs.

The yelling slowed then stopped. The energy in the room changed quickly and they started grinning. One grabbed my arm and started pulling me towards the stairs leading up...

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Random Bits; the Phantom Case (1)

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An excerpt from a story I was working on in middle school. I was obsessed with Sherlock Holmes and also the TV show Leverage. A short synopsis is: enemies to lovers; detective Nathaniel Spade is trying to solve a string of thefts committed by a femme fatale that I don't remember the name of. He quickly falls for her because of her genius, but she isn't won over so easily.

Not completely sure about the date written. Some time in middle school.

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“I’ve tried everything short of trying to contact Sherlock Holmes himself!” Harrison cried as paced back and forth in front of his desk.

“That would be rather difficult to do,” Nathaniel said, crossing his arms “Sherlock Holmes doesn’t actually exist, after all.”

“I know that.” Harrison snapped. Nathaniel sighed. He doubted Harrison knew whether Holmes was real or not, but didn’t want to argue the point.

“At least, it’s not murder,” Nathaniel pointed out, trying to ease his boss’ mind “only thefts.”

“So, it’s better to have a thief we can’t catch than a murder, eh?” Harrison said, narrowing his eyes at Nathaniel.

“Well, in some ways, yes.”

“I’m going to ignore that comment.” Harrison declared “The reason I brought you in here was to help with the investigation, not mock our efforts.”

“But, sir, I wasn’t--”

“I’ll let you by, this time,” Harrison interrupted “you’re still on the case. In fact, I’m shifting complete responsibility to you.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

“But, what about--”

“The man who was previously in charge?” Harrison interrupted with an incorrect guess “He got caught up on a drug bust in the North of the city. Got a little roughed up. Lots of his cases are being handed out.”

“But--”

“And I’ll be pushing plenty of your old cases on others.” Harrison continued “I want you completely focused on this case.”

“Sir--”

“You’ll have Markison as your partner.”

“Sir--”

“Here’s the file,” Harrison slid the papers across the table.

“Maybe if--”

“I want field reports every week and I don’t expect you back until you have some answers.” The room was suddenly silent. Harrison was holding the younger man in his stern gaze with his arms crossed. This was his infamous ‘discussion over’ look. Nathaniel picked up the file.

“Yes, sir.” He muttered and left the room. It wasn’t that Nathaniel hadn’t wanted to work on the case. In fact, he wanted to desperately. The problem was the fact that Chief Harrison had pushed it on him to solve. This wasn’t exactly an easy case and certainly wasn’t one for only two men. A case like this needed a lot of people with many different perspectives. Fresh ideas, fresh eyes, and fresh minds had to help take over after long hours of working. Nathaniel knew very well, that Harrison was pushing the case onto him because he assumed it was going to fall apart any second. Harrison didn’t want to be left without someone to blame. Nathaniel had just happened to catch his attention, somehow.

Nathaniel kept down the hall, eventually ducking into Markison’s cubicle. The two had worked on a few cases together before, but had never really been able to work out much of a friendship. Too different personalities, Nathaniel thought. Markison was on his cell phone when Nathaniel entered.

“Oh, gotta go.” Markison quickly ended his phone conversation when he saw Nathaniel. Nathaniel pursed his lips, but leaned easily against the frame as Markison slipped his phone back in his pocket.

“Harrison gave us the phantom case.” Nathaniel announced flatly, dropping the file on Markison’s desk. Markison winced and gingerly picked up the file.

“Well, aren’t we so lucky.” He said sarcastically “Who else is on board?” Markison leafed lazily through the file as Nathaniel hesitated.

“No one.” He finally answered. Markison’s head snapped up.

“What?”

“I guess he thinks we can handle it by ourselves.” Nathaniel said half-heartedly.

“Ugh, he’s just trying to push the blame one us!” Markison growled, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms “Why can’t he do his own dirty work, for once?”

“He is right down the hall.” Nathaniel quietly reminded him. Markison lowered his voice, but didn’t keep his under-the-breath muttering at bay.

“Always making us do everything. Why does he get to walk all over everyone? One day, I’m going to give him a piece of my mind...” Markison’s over-inflated sense of pride often made him talk like this and Nathaniel rolled his eyes. It was amazing Markison did any work and didn’t think he was above it.

“I’m going to look over the file tonight and get a head-start.” Nathaniel interjected before Markison could complain some more “Care to join?”

“Sorry, Nate,” Markison said with a shrug, ignoring that Nathaniel told everyone repeatedly he hated being called that. Not to mention, it was common courtesy to refer to your partner by their last name as a sign of respect. Nathaniel frowned and crossed his arms.

“And what’s got you occupied tonight?” He asked.

“A date.”

“Ah. The usual.”

“Hey, a man’s gotta live.” Markison said with a laugh. Talking about his love-life always cheered him up.

“Whatever,” Nathaniel replied, picking up the file “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Markison quipped “Unless you solve the case tonight.”

“Very funny.” Nathaniel said with no hint of humor in his voice, then turned to leave.

~*~

“The usual?” The waitress asked, causing Nathaniel to jump.

“Oh, yes, please,” He said quickly, giving her a friendly smile. She scribbled down his order and moved on to a different table. Nathaniel liked this quiet, little coffee shop to do much of his research. It had excellent coffee (which Nathaniel took with sugar when he was working on a case), polite and timely service, and not very expensive. Not too many people came in, so it was usually nice and quiet. Coincidentally, there was also a bar across the street that every now and then brought on a few arrests while he had been trying to work.

He looked down at his current work again. He knew he was going to have to study it carefully. The odds of Markison reading it were very slim. He always managed to get out of the reading part of a job. It was going to be up to Nathaniel to actually know what they were looking for. And, truth be told, the file really wasn’t much help.

It basically outlined similar thefts that had been taking place in the city over the past few years. They had all been done in such a short amount of time, it left the victims baffled; so random, there was no real clue what the phantom was after; so far spaced apart in such a short amount of time, it seemed like no travel was necessary; and so complete that not even fingerprints had been left behind.

Nathaniel’s favorite account was of an instance where everyone on a certain street had their watch stolen between 4:30 and 4:45 everyday for a week, then later found it their house; of course, with the exception of one, who was the real victim. The poor man was extremely flustered and confused why his had been the only watch not returned. Harrison had been extremely flustered and annoyed when none of the returned watchs showed any prints. Nathaniel added ‘expert pick-pocket’ onto the list he had been creating to see if listing characteristics of the thief would make it any easier to understand:

· Travels far, fast

· Avoids cameras easily

· Scale walls?

· Left handed

· Right handed

· tall/short?

· Expert pick-pocket

Nathaniel sighed and rubbed his temples.

“Here, this should help.” The waitress startled him again as she set down his coffee.

“Thanks.” He said, happily giving it a sip and immediately burning his tongue. She nodded politely as he winced, then moved one again. He gingerly blew on the top before taking another sip, then stared down at the paper. He had hoped the coffee would give him some new ideas, but none were coming. He decided to simply wait awhile for the caffeine to kick in.

The file had been labeled “the phantom case” because of the impossibility of it. It was true Nathaniel couldn’t even come up with a way for all of the characteristics to be imposed on any one human. Still, he was one of the few left who refused to believe such a silly explanation as a ghost for these things. No matter why Chief Harrison had given him the job, he had, and Nathaniel was going to see it done. He just had to figure out how.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash. He quickly jumped up as many others had. The middle of the cafe had suddenly turned into mass confusion. A waitress had dropped her tray after running into a girl trying to squeeze past. She fell over onto the tray, cutting her hand on shattered glass. Another man had slipped on some newly loose ice and tried to catch himself on a table, making it tip over. The table knocked over some chairs and sprawled some people on the floor. Nathaniel quickly went over to help.

There was shouting and arguing between some of the people who had been affected. One of them seemed to have been drinking. Nathaniel was probably going to have to take care of him. The waitress was apologizing profusely as she scurried to the back to get a broom, only to be caught by a manager demanding an explanation. Nathaniel went over to the girl who was sitting on the floor, coddling her heavily bleeding hand. He knelt down next to her while the rest of the cafe slowly settled.

“Here, let me help you.” He said gently. She instinctively pulled her hand away.

“It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you.” He assured her “My name is officer Locke. What’s your name?” Like usual, once he had made it clear that he was a man of the law, she was much more at ease.

“Holly.” She said quietly, but she still kept her hand back.

“Well, Holly,” He continued, still using his gentle tone “you’re bleeding rather heavily. Mind if I take a look?” She hesitated a little longer before giving him her hand so that he could inspect it. He looked carefully, but made sure not to touch. The cut was deep and ragged which explained the tears and sniffling from Miss Holly.

“It doesn’t look like you’ve got any glass in there.” He said “We just need to get you cleaned up, now. Will you come to the back with me?” She nodded and he helped her to her feet. She followed him closely as he explained to the manager that he needed to use the sink and made his way behind the door that read “Employees only”. He quickly located a sink at the rear of the kitchen.

“Here, put your hand under the water.” He commanded, turning on the faucet “It might sting a little. I’ll see if I can find a bandage.” She nodded and winced as she put her hand in and the blood mixed with the water. He quickly found a First Aid kit attached to the wall (as the law required) and opened it up. The contents were promising and he brought back a bandage and some disinfecting cream. She had managed to get most of the crimson off her skin and he helped her carefully dry and wrap her hand. They both jumped at a crash coming from the cafe.

“I’ll be back in a moment.” Nathaniel said, hearing shouting also. She nodded and he hurried back through the door to see what the commotion was. Apparently, the man who had drunk several beers had gotten into an argument with the husband of a woman he hand knocked over. A very violent argument. The waitress looked on in horror at the ongoing fist-fight and the manager was trying to calm everyone down. It wasn’t working, however, and Nathaniel knew he had to step in.

“Hey!” Nathaniel called, catching the husband’s arm as he pulled back for another punch “I need you two to calm down, now.” He quickly flashed his badge, making the husband instantly drop his fist.

“Augh, you cops always stick your nose into other people’s business.” The drunk man growled.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink, tonight.” Nathaniel said calmly.

“I don’t need some badge telling me what to do.”

“There’s nothing to fight about.”

“There is and I’m going to beat the--”

“Well, we could easily sort this out back at the station.” Nathaniel said cooly.

“I’m not going anywhere.” The drunk spat.

“Be reasonable.” Nathaniel continued, placing one hand on the radio at his waist. The drunk saw the movement and narrowed his eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere!”

“Listen--” The drunk threw a sudden punch, catching Nathaniel square in the face. He tasted blood. He blinked for a millisecond, then grabbed the drunk by the arm.

~*~

“Public intoxication, assault, assault of an officer, and resisting arrest.” Nathaniel quoted the list in his notebook as the drunk was being assisted into a squad car.

“I didn’t do any of that!” He yelled, struggling against the officers “What is this town comin’ to? Innocent guys getting arrested for nothin’?” He continued his caterwauling as he was pushed inside of the car and the door was shut.

“There’s an injured girl in the back I want to check up on.” He said, ripping the page out of his notebook and handing it to the driver “You’ve got him?”

“Yeah, we’ve got him.”

“I didn’t do nothin’!” The man yelled, then threw up on the back seat.

“Lovely.” Nathaniel breathed “You want me to check up on him later?”

“Nah, I’ve got it.” The driver replied “Go save your damsel in distress.” Nathaniel rolled his eyes as they drove away and turned back to the coffee shop. All the customers had been cleared out, so it was almost empty when he walked in. The waitress who been serving him, the manager, and the waitress who had dropped the tray were the only ones left. They were busy sweeping up the mess, but nodded to him as he walked past. He nodded in reply, then pushed open the door to the back.

“Holly?” He called “You alright?” He was met only with silence. He looked quickly around the kitchen. Empty. He frowned. Exiting the kitchen, he went to the nearest waitress.

“Excuse me,” He said “did you see you see anyone come out of the kitchen that wasn’t one of the staff?”

“Only you.” She replied.

“The entire night?”

“Yes, sir.”

“No one else?”

“No, sir.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes, sir. I’ve been working here for 18 years. I know all the employees from the corner of my eye.”

“I see.” Nathaniel said thoughtfully “Well, goodnight, ma’am.”

“‘Night, officer.” Nathaniel went back through the kitchen, this time taking the back door. He looked around thoroughly, but it was no use. The girl wasn’t here. He sighed and crossed his arms. There was nothing more he could do tonight. He began the walk home, wishing he had been able to finish his cup of coffee.

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