A chuckle was all she heard in response, only serving to further her humiliation. This continued on, his mouth on her exposed skin, his hands holding her in place, and his cock forcing its way into her in a way that seemed to hit all of her buttons, leaving her moaning like a wanton whore, until finally with a growl and a grunt he pushed deeper into her, and she felt his seed splash against the inside of her womb. She let out a defeated sob at that, even as he pulled her from the wall and floated them both to the ground.
He pulled out of her and let go of her hair and waist, letting her sink to the ground in a crumpled pile. With a satisified smirk, he zipped himself up and took a burner phone from his pocket, only to reach down and place it in her hand.
"Thank you for your cooperation Victoria Dallon. I can only hope your sister proves to be as delectable."
With that he was gone, leaving Victoria to shudder as she lay on the unforgiving ground. With shaking fingers she punched in a phone number that she knew well and waited as the dial tone played. Eventually, someone picked up and she spoke before they could, knowing exactly who it was.
"D-dean... I need you."
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A/N 2: This was my attempt at incorporating the whole blackmail aspect that was suggested. He could have just forced himself on her, but there's something to be said about forcing her to help in her own humiliation.
Squealer isn't flowing well at all. I was thinking about using her in some sort of story involving prostitution, but when I went and researched her, I just couldn't figure out WHY the Trump I'm using as my main character would want to go for her. She's described as trashy dressing as trashy... which isn't appealing to anyone not on the cocktail of drugs I'm sure Skidmark was on constantly. So suggestions are welcome regarding Squealer, because I do still want to write something with her, but don't really know what to do with her.
Bakuda on the other hand, I'm very confident about the plot I have for her. Considering writing her next, dunno if that'll happen later tonight or tomorrow though. We'll see.
As always, criticism is welcome, any corrections on my grammar or spelling are welcome, and I'm always happy to hear your guys' thoughts and suggestions.
EDIT: Actually Amy might be next. Trump is gonna need her power for my plans involving Bakuda.
Danny The Pimp vs. Victoria Dallon
(Автор: Reece)
Danny Hebert is a nice guy. He should get some reward, so here's him fucking Victoria Dallon.
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Danny smiled thinly at the headline sitting on his desk. "Winslow slammed by victims" The article inside was two pages long, with quotes from bullied victims, pictures of the hell his daughter had been forced into and the names of the teachers that had done nothing to stop and had subsequently been sacked. Forty grand from a lucky dip card certainly went a long way towards paying for lawyer expenses, but the money they had spent was nothing compared to what their lawyer — Carol Dallon — had let loose on Winslow.
She had taken their case when someone had tipped him off that Taylor was being bullied, and that the person doing it was a Ward of all people, while he couldn't reveal the exact identity to her without breaking enough laws to see him behind bars for a long time, he did give enough info to set her on a path that forced the PRT itself to admit that Sophia Hess was a nasty little psychopath; the out of court settlement to not implicate a Ward in what had been going on at Winslow was significantly more than forty grand; and the satisfaction he gleaned from finally being able to tell Taylor that the bullying was over infinitely more than the money.
She had even made some new friends, getting along well with Glory Girl of all people, they had bonded over what he assumed was a mutual hatred of Sophia, Glory Girl from knowing her in costume, and Taylor from knowing her outside of costume.
Since the school was closed down from the sheer weight of students admitting to being bullied or attacked at one point in the school, either by Sophia's little clique or by other nastier groups; Taylor was either spending her time around the office or at home. Today she was in his office, Glory Girl sat next to her, draped across the sofa in a sort of half lying down, half sitting position. Taylor was cross legged and they were chatting about boys.
'It's nice to see her acting like a girl her age should' he thought happily, and it truly was, ever since she had been pulled from the school Taylor had regained some of her previous life, she was even wearing one of her old summer skirts rather than the faded jeans she normally went with. The hoody was still on but Danny suspected that was more of a teenager thing than anything else.
"...No don't!" Taylor shouted, laughing as she did so. Danny looked away from the paper to the two girls, both of which were looking at him and grinning.
"Er...yes?" He asked. Glory Girl grinned wider.
"You're a guy right Mr. Hebert?" She asked rhetorically, he was nearly tempted to tell he no just to see how she'd react.
"Yeah." He drawled in a 'duh' tone of voice.
"Then do you think what Dean did is normal?" She asked.
'Oh god girl talk' He thought grumpily. 'Still it beats paperwork'
"I dunno, what did he do?" he asked, wondering if he was heading into dangerous territory.
"He broke up with me for the fifth time, and now he wants to get back together...but I saw him talking with another girl, and now he's saying we should have 'more time apart'. Taylor thinks that's just what guys do." She bobbed her head at Taylor as she talked and the dark haired girl squawked indignantly.
"Not all guys!" She protested.
"She's right." he said. "Not all guys, the good ones shouldn't...sorry Victoria but your boyfriend doesn't sound like a good one." Danny shrugged apologetically but Vicky just laughed and smiled at him widely.
"Thanks Mr. Hebert. But what about you?" She asked, twirling a finger through her hair. Danny noticed Taylor shoot her a strange look but couldn't decipher it himself.
"What do you mean?" he asked her back. She shuffled in her seat, leaning back slightly and stretching her legs.
"Would you be the good boyfriend type?" She asked in a way that Danny would peg as coquettish if he wasn't sure she was joking around. 'Oh yeah, definitely in the danger zone, two bored teenagers messing with me.' He thought.
"Ha, well of course I'm a good guy." He said jokingly, grinning at Taylor and Vicky, the former wasn't even looking at him, but instead regarding Vicky with furrowed brows. Vicky was still staring at Danny with a thoughtful smile.
"Hey Vicky weren't we supposed to be meeting Amy about now?" Taylor asked, tugging on the blonde heroes arm. Glory Girl started and quickly checked the clock. Swearing under breath when she realised that they were going to be late.
"Oh crap, you're right. See you Danny!" She shouted to him as she scooped up Taylor and carried her flying out the window. Danny gave them a nervous wave as they left, he didn't really like it when Taylor flew. The he looked back at his paperwork in annoyance, out of frying pan and into the fire.
"I hate writing."
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"I'm a cape dad." The words nearly stopped his heart. His daughter was a parahuman, and not just any parahuman; she was the rogue Fleabomb. His little girl was standing in the kitchen, draped in a white cloak and hood, with a haze of glowing bugs drifting around her head. His entire world was coming down, everything had been going so well 'Which is probably why this had happened' he thought unhappily.
"Taylor...why? You...You?" He stumbled over the words, making a jerky gesture with his free hand, the other having planted itself on the tabletop to steady himself.
She nodded slowly and he could see how much telling him must have pained her. She reached out to him, likely to try and grab his hand, or simply to make contact, he recoiled, recalling the news clip of her bugs detonating like bombs in the fight with the Wards. Taylor pulled her hand back, shrinking in on herself.
"Was this why you weren't in the shelter with me?" He asked, desperately wishing for her to deny it, to tell him she'd triggered after Leviathan, and didn't go out and try to fight the Endbringer. She nodded and he exploded.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed, slamming his hand on the tabletop, barely aware of her flinching in response. "What is wrong with you! You could have been killed." He was shouting, loudly, and his hand hurt from where he'd hit the table.
"Please Dad, I'm good at this, I can help people. Please just let me be good at this, let me do this." She pleaded with him, he could hear that she as nearly in tears. He reached out to try and grab her, to hug her or shake her out of the insanity she'd been overcome with he didn't know. Taylor let out a sharp cry and her bugs light flicked from red to blue, Danny realised what was about to happen far too late to stop it. Taylor vanished in a flash of aqua light and he was left alone in the kitchen.
The radio blared in the background accompanying the pitter patter of rain on the windows.
'The PRT has issued an official statement confirming that the Slaughterhouse Nine are in Brockton Bay, but that Shatterbird has been killed before she could cause the widespread destruction she is famous for.'
"Oh god Taylor." He whispered to the air.
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"Bleh, how can you drink this stuff?" Victoria gagged at the first swig of his beer and put it back down on the table. Danny just laughed slightly and took another pull on his bottle.
"It tastes better after the first few mouthfuls." He said; the blonde heroine just sniffed haughtily, but still took another sip of her drink, grimacing but not complaining.
"It's nice that you let me even try some of this stuff. Dean always freaked out whenever I'd try and order it on a date. Drinking it around Amy would be waaaay to weird; Mom would have a fit if she caught me with some..." She trailed off towards the end, the memories of the past week still painfully fresh. Danny was almost tempted to stay silent and let her stew, he was never any good at comforting people. But ironically it was the memories of the past week that caused him to at least try; the thought of Victoria feeling how Taylor did was too much for him.
"Bit of a let down eh? I could pretend to tell you off if it'd make you feel more normal?" He said, trying to inject some levity into the suddenly sombre atmosphere. It seemed to work as she laughed slightly and smiled at him.
"Nah I'm good. I get told off enough at home, no need for you to start." He grinned at that and looked back over at the television. Vicky had been popping over near enough every other day since the Slaughterhouse Nine had been chased off. He wagered that she visited for the same reason he didn't tell her to stop: They both felt guilty over their perceived uselessness, Victoria over Amy running away and him over being unable to do anything about Taylor catatonic state beyond simply sitting by her in the hospital.
He wasn't really watching what was on the TV, it was a re-run of some old reality show. Vicky had picked up an older copy of the TV guide and was thumbing through it blankly, unbeknownst to him she'd shoot him a speculative look every so often. This lasted for five minutes before she seemingly found something interesting in the magazine and looked at Danny.
"Hey...Danny can I put something else on? I mean if you're not watching this?" She asked, oddly nervous. He shrugged and went to toss the remote to her ignoring the odd use of his first name, she waved it off and walked over to take it from his hand directly, he held it out for her as she crossed the short space between them. Instead of taking the remote however she instead leant down and put her hand on his face. He startled at the touch and met her eyes questioningly, opening his mouth to protest the personal space breach he was stopped from talking by her closing the space between their faces and pressing her lips against his.
In the space of a second his senses were overloaded, her smell filled his nostrils, a watery perfumed scent that shamefully set his blood aflame, the feeling of her hands running across his shoulders and the taste of her lip gloss on his mouth. He took in a single shaky breath and then she pulled away. Cheeks flushed she sat down next to him, tugging the remote from his hands and refusing to meet his eyes.
After a minute of awkward silence he finally regained his voice, and tried for a stern tone, it came out much higher pitched than he would have liked.
"Victoria...what you did..." He started, but she cut him off.
"I really like you Danny, you're kind, and sweet and the way you treat Taylor is wonderful...can we just, just not tell anyone?" She turned her body to face him, tucking her legs underneath her and meeting his eyes. Danny licked his lips nervously, she smiled and he got the feeling she'd interpreted it the wrong way. He was proven right when she floated into the air over to him and kissed him again. This time it was much shorter than before. He pushed against her shoulders and she backed off with a confused expression.
"Victoria, please. You're a lot younger than me...It's not right." He said, breathing shakily. She looked down and back up at him through her eyelashes, and he could see the faint wet glisten that signalled she was tearing up 'Oh shit' He thought, angry at himself for making a teenager cry over what probably just a silly crush.
"Danny. I think I love you." She said, surprising the hell out of him. Teenagers did not say that to men his age, ever. He replied without thinking.
"It's probably just a crush."
She huffed angrily and flew to the door.
"I know what a crush is, and this isn't a fucking crush." The door slammed on the way out, rattling the shelves and leaving him dumbfounded and slightly afraid that she might tell someone.
He woke up to his phone buzzing. He unlocked it and winced at the light stinging his eyes. Victoria had text him, he was half expecting an expletive filled rant after what had happened two days ago, and the strop that she'd left in, instead she had simply said.
'can i come in plz???'
Danny started when he spotted her outside his balcony window, one arm clutching the other; she was drenched from the rain and had a deeply downtrodden look about her. Despite her appearance he was still wary opening the door, remembering too well what happened the last time she was alone in his house. He still had a heart though, and the look of utter hopelessness on her face drove him to unlatch the large window and let her in. Surprisingly she was soaked, the rain hadn't simply dripped off of her, he thought that he forcefield would have stopped her from getting wet. Still he gave her a blanket to cover herself up with and try to get warm and moved her onto the sofa in the living room, settling down into his old armchair and prepared to go to sleep in it.
