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bloodyknucklesforme · 24 days ago

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Pomegranate | Nikolai x F!Reader

Chapter 4

You meet with Nikolai for a fourth time.

cw: cw: dark fic, dubcon/noncon, reader is being trafficked, human trafficking, non-con spanking, anal, sexual harrassment/assault

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“Hey, is it true Marcus is dead?” Cassie whispered. She had the cot next to yours. You didn’t remember the last time you moved from it. Arno hadn’t bothered you since you got back a few days earlier. You just wanted to sleep, let the days slip past seamlessly.

“Yes.” You answered softly. His body kept reappearing in your nightmares. Despite it all it felt like he was a level of protection you no longer had. He’d beat you, rape you but he was choosy about who you were sent to. Kept his eye on you when you worked the club. You had no one now. No Marcus, no Nikolai. Just Arno, who had hundreds of reasons to get rid of you.

The other girls were thrilled, of course. He wasn’t a kind man to anyone. Part of you still mourned. He was the last thread connecting you to your old life. That nice little flat you shared, your job at the cafe, the few friends you’d made. You’d planned out a future with him before he showed his true nature. You’d tried not to blame yourself, that hindsight is 20/20 but all those old signs gnawed at you.

Your birthday dinner where he slapped outside the restaurant. How rough he’d get in bed. The belittling. The credit cards taken out in your name. You were the frog in boiling water. Water he filled with flowers and gifts to placate you until you owed his friend more and more and the rent was still not being paid.

You kept your coat tight around you. Just over 1k in pound notes could get you away. You just had to find the right time. You’d need to steal your passport back or maybe just run away to some government office, not local police - something higher up. You didn’t know where that was but if you caught a cab you could figure it out.

You didn’t know if Nikolai would call for you again. You saw Jane being hurried away once you got back to the club. She was a redhead. There was a pang of jealousy you felt when you saw her come back bow legged. You didn’t care to ask about any tip he might have given her. You just hoped he didn’t like her more than you. Like it would even matter anymore.

You’d seen his true form. He had a methodology to his violence. The snap of his fingers and you could have been the one naked, tied to a chair. Seeing him again would be knowingly going into the lion’s den.

You thought about what he said the other night about trust and loyalty. If you ran, would he come after you? You wouldn’t tell the authorities about any clients in particular but he didn’t know that. Marcus insulted him and Nik killed him for it. You didn’t want to think what he’d do to you if he thought you betrayed him.

You squinted your eyes as the door swung open, flooding the room with light. Other girls groaned and threw their coats and other makeshift blankets over their heads.

“You!” Arno snapped, pointing at you. “Nikolai wants you tonight. Be ready in thirty.”

You did your makeup with a shaky hand, smudging your eyeliner to make it seem intentional. You felt like a schoolgirl about to see the principal. You sat in the back of the car, biting back tears. His look of disappointment had lay heavy on your shoulders. You thought he’d never call for you again and the brief glimmer of excitement you felt when he did scared you.

Yet here you were, standing in that little room with a white gift box in front of you, wishing you could disappear.

The box was empty.

You took a deep breath and took off your clothes, folding them into a neat pile in the corner. The door buzzed and you were let in.

You walked along the plush rugs towards the living room. It felt colder than normal. He sat on the couch in a white dress shirt and dark grey slacks. The room smelled like cigar smoke. Jazz music played softly over the speakers.

“Come here, Kotenok.” He patted his lap. You kept your eyes low as you walked over. He’d seen you naked before, been inside you before yet this felt shameful and embarrassing. It was on purpose you felt. “No, like this.”

He manoeuvred you till you were stomach down, your ass laying across his lap. He moved a pillow for you to rest your head on.

“I’m upset with you.” He said, rubbing a circle across your back. You didn’t even try to hide your shaking. His rings only reminded you of what he did to Marcus earlier in the week.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” A rabbit in the jaws of a bear.

“Are you? Tell me why I’m upset.” He gave you a soft slap at the top of your thigh.

“I tried to run.” That was the first thing that came to mind. A slap. “I…I threw up…I didn’t listen.”

Another slap.

You were struggling to think of anything except the hand hovering above you. Your face screwed up. You crumbled.

“I’m sorry, Kolya.” You pleaded, “I’m so scared. I’m sorry. Please. Please.”

He hushed you, rubbing your back again.

“I know you are, Kotenok.” He bent over and kissed the small of your back. “But you still need to behave. Do you want me to keep you around?”

“Yes, please.” You gasped out.

“I need a girl who listens even when she’s afraid.” He rubbed your ass. “Count for me. Twenty for running.”

He alternated between your cheeks and tops of each thigh. You started to cry after the fifth one. You kept counting, pressing your fingers to your palms for each slap. At the end you were sputtering, spit dripping down onto the couch cushions.

“Good. Breath for me. Good girl. Keep breathing.” He rubbed the heated skin. “Had you ever seen someone die before?”

“No.” You shook your head.

“I don’t blame you for vomiting. It’s hard the first time. You’ll get used to it.” He rested his hands on you, drumming his fingers against your ass and upper back. “I’m going to spank you ten more times. Tell me why.”

“I… I don’t know.”

“What are you supposed to do when you get here?” It felt like your heart was trying to crawl deeper into your body and hide away from your own realisation.

“Take off my clothes.”

“And?”

“Put on what you gave me in the box.”

“You do know yet you didn’t do that the other day.”

“I…I was-”

He clicked his tongue, “No excuses. You do what I say no matter what. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Count.”

He hit harder this time, rings cutting against the plush of your ass.

“One.”

Again.

“Two.”

Again.

“Th–three.”

“Should make you count in Russian.” He mused.

Again.

In the end you were left a snivelling mess with a burning ass. He rubbed your lower back soothingly.

“You did good. Did you learn your lesson?” Your face was nearly as hot as your ass when he praised you.

“Yes,” you gasped, heart still beating rapidly. He flattened his hand over your hair, cooing at you in Russian as you came back down to Earth.

Two ringed fingers brushed against your lips, tugging the bottom one down till you relented and let them into your mouth. You sucked obediently.

“Have you been fucked in the ass before?” Your organs lurched inside your body as you noised out an affirmative around his fingers. There was a rumbling sound from his chest and he pulled out his fingers. “Spit.”

You spit onto his fingers. It was more drool than spit and he gathered the rest dangling from your lips. You tensed up as he prodded against your hole. Your hips rolled uncomfortably as he pressed a finger inside you.

“Shhh, I just want to stretch you. We have somewhere to be tonight.” You chewed on your lip as he worked a finger in, stretching you until he could fit a small plug inside of you. He moved you off his lap to lay on the couch by yourself. You tucked your face against the cushion, adjusting to the stretch and feeling of the plug.

When he came back he rolled you over, wiping you down with a wet wipe. You’d grown sweaty, too much for his taste.

“There’s a box in the bathroom upstairs.” He pulled you to your feet and gave your ass a soft slap as you headed upstairs.

It was simple but gorgeous. A black slip dress made of lambskin, felt like butter between your fingers. The price tag, still attached, made your jaw drop. It was backless and fit perfectly. There was no bra or panties in the box. There was another box with black leather pumps in it. The back of them rubbed against your heel uncomfortably, just slightly too small.

“Beautiful.” He was sitting on the bed. He’d put on a jacket to match his slacks. “We’ll go now.”

He led you down the same way as last time just with no black bag over your head. You didn’t know a lot about cars but you could read the word “PORSCHE” on the back of the car as he took you to your seat. He even buckled you in again. He pressed down on your stomach, chuckling as you whined.

“Have you ever gambled?” He asked, starting the car.

“No, sir.”

“I’ll show you then.”

He kept a hand under your dress, on your thigh the entire drive. You kept your eyes glued to the passenger window, watching the city go by. It was November so some buildings had started to put out Christmas lights. You always loved the lights. A long time ago you and friends used to walk around your hometown just to see the neighbourhood decorations. You tried to count the decorated buildings, something to take your mind off your still stinging ass.

You pulled up in front of an older building with a restaurant on the ground floor. A valet opened your door for you. Nik came around and threw his keys to the man before wrapping an arm around your waist. It was cold and you leaned against him for warmth.

The restaurant was dimly lit with candles on all the tables. Music played softly over the chatter of guests. Nik nodded to the host and walked the two of you towards the kitchen and down a small hallway towards a small elevator.

You had to squeeze in with him, your chests pressed together.

“Hold it!” A hand reached in front of the closing door, forcing it open again.

“You’re late.” Nik said. The man squeezed in behind you, his hips pressed against your ass. He was tall and bulky, young though, maybe thirty with the beginnings of a beard on his face. You looked up at Nik, hoping for him to do anything.

“So are you.”

“Had to take care of her.” Nik brushed his hand down the back of your head. The elevator shook as it began its descent.

“Your little trollop get into trouble?” The man looped a strand of your hair around his finger.

“Only a little but she learns quick.”

You yelped and clung to Nik as the man lifted the back of your dress up.

“You plugged her up too?” He clicked his tongue, amused before dropping your dress again. You hurriedly fixed it, face feeling as hot as your ass.

“She takes her punishment well. Right, Kotenok?” You nodded, arms hugging him underneath his jacket as you tried to make as much room as possible between you and this other man. “Look, John. You’ve scared her.”

“Don’t worry love, I won’t bite… not without Nik’s permission.” He snapped his jaw close to your ear, laughing when you jumped. The elevator dinged and the door opened. “What are the odds you put her up tonight?”

“The same odds that you’ll win anything.” Nik smirked.

The basement smelt like mildew and cigars. John walked ahead of you.

“Just sit in my lap and relax. I want to show off my pretty girl.” Nik said against your temple. “No shaking, remember?”

“Yes, sir.” He pressed a quick kiss on your hairline before guiding you down the hall.

Several men sat around a table, drinks and cigars in hand. Nik sat down next to John before pulling you into his lap sideways. You rested your head on his shoulder, ear against his neck so the thumping of his pulse could drown out the laughs and crude comments. There were no other girls in the basement. Just dangerous men playing cards.

You weren’t following the game closely but Nik seemed to be doing well, his pile of chips building up slowly in front of him. He had you hold his drink or cigar for him while he thought about his next move, encouraging you to take little sips from his glass. You ended up drinking more than him and maybe everyone else at the table.

“See how good she is to me?” Nik tapped the tip of your nose.

“I’ll get in your lap if you give me enough money,” John said, his knuckles brushing against your bare spine. “Won’t suck your cock though.”

“Enough whiskey and enough cash I think I can convince you.” Nik laughed but pulled you a little closer to him. Other men at the table laughed while John shrugged his shoulders in a guilty way.

“Unfortunately I decided to make my money the honest way.”

“Through our taxes?” Chimed in another man.

“No one here pays taxes.” Another laughed.

As the night went on the table’s patrons began to dwindle. Nik’s stack of chips continued to grow while you drifted off. He was warm and smelled like oud and musk and spice. You could almost forget what he did last week. Forget the blood and the smell and the fear.

You were cutting threads, detaching from all those bad feelings because right now you were safe. Nik was your ticket. Don’t mind the violence or the harassment from his friends. Ignore your known naivety and trust him to keep you alive long enough. Be perfect. Be his girl, his good girl.

“She’s cute like that.” John said. “Maybe I do want a bite.”

“Not tonight. Use your winnings to get your own girl. I’ll send you the address. Girl I had last week was good. Tight pussy.”

“Why isn’t she here then?”

“I like this one.” Rings brushed against your cheek.

He carried you out to the car. He put his jacket over your shoulders before buckling you back into the car.

“Gave you too much to drink, didn’t I?” He sighed. “Well, hopefully you won’t squirm as much when I fuck you.”

You fell half asleep on the drive back, only vaguely aware of the turns and stops that were made. You jolted when his car door shut.

“Shh, go back to sleep.” He cooed, lifting you up out of the car.

The bedroom was warm and the sheets were soft against your cheek. You stretched out like a cat, no like a kitten. You rubbed your face against his pillow, taking in the smell. He was moving around the room behind you, clothes dropping to the floor.

The mattress dipped on either side of you as he straddled your legs before ruching your dress up above your waist.

“I don’t know when you’ll see me again.” He said, rubbing his hand over your bare ass.

“Huh?” you turned to look over your shoulder, concern plastered across your drunken face.

“John and I have some work we need to handle. Hopefully it won’t take long but you never know with these things. When I call again I want this hole prepped,” he pulled the plug out, groaning as your muscles clenched. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Kolya.” Your bottom lip quivered. All the fear came flooding back like a broken dam. He took your chin between two fingers.

“I’ll try not to die before I fuck this cunt again. Now relax, was thinking about this all night. Had a hard time concentrating knowing my girl was waiting for me.”

He popped open the bottle of lube and dripped it on your hole. You buried your face into his pillow and lifted your hips up for him. The head of his cock rubbed against you, pushing against your opening.

You took a deep breath and did your best to relax. He responded by pushing the tip inside of you, he rubbed your flank, murmuring praises to you. He kept pushing as you grunted and whined at the burning stretch. “You can do it.”

He gave you respit once his hips were flush against your ass, petting your head as you twitched around his length. He licked the sweat beading at the base of your neck.

“I think I would be okay to die after fucking your ass.” He snickered before pulling out and thrusting back in hard. You let out little grunts every time his balls smacked against your pussy. He built up a harsh rhythm, fucking any real sensation out of you, leaving you floating with a dull ache. He was moaning and cursing above you, almost as loud as the sound of skin slapping against skin. “Yebat!”

His fingers dug roughly into your hips as he came. His cock twitching inside you as he filled you up. He pulled out with a sigh and pushed the plug back in.

“Don’t want you ruining the sheets.”

He let you sleep on his pillow that night. A rabbit sleeping in the bear’s den, nuzzling against his fur.

#nikolai x reader #nikolai x f!reader #nikolai cod #dark fic #my writing #call of duty #call of duty mw2 #cod modern warfare #cod #cod mw2 #cod mwii #pomegranate #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty x reader

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anli-rambles · 8 months ago

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No bc the 18th century assassins were actual shit and I'm not just talking about the Colonial branch, like-

The British brotherhood let a Templar GRANDMASTER run off with the son of one of their master assassins after his death and never did anything to save him. Years later that boy grows up to be a Templar, climbs up the ranks of the Order at lightning speed, and kills one of their assassin masters after stealing his hidden blade. And how do they respond to that ? They send one of their novices after him on a ship to Boston to kill him. Alone. And that novice, instead of going the assassin way and stab Haytham in the back or something, tries to defend him from getting killed by some other guys on deck before engaging him in a fucking sword fight during which he gives Haytham, A MASTER SWORDSMAN, HIS OWN GODDAMN SWORD, LIKE WHAT IN THE-

Then you have the disaster that was the Colonial Brotherhood. Achilles, the last student of Ah Tabai, goes on to do the one thing Ah Tabai spent the entirety of Black Flag warning Edward against (tampering with Isu sites) and becomes mentor to absolute psychopaths. They were working with gangs who were harassing civilians for protection money and developing chemical weapons that they planned on unleashing on entire cities, not to mention that they caused two earthquakes that killed hundreds of thousands and were going to do it a third time (and probably would never have stopped) had Shay and Haytham not intervened. Also, instead of talking shit out with an obviously traumatised Shay, they demonised him, shot him off a cliff, and left him for dead without even checking if he'd died or not - they were so bad that they made Shay, the most un-Templaresque person ever, defect to the Templars, which inevitably led to their downfall and you can't even blame the Templars for massacring all of them bc they were an absolute menace to society. Plus they were allied with the Fr*nch and it should be common knowledge that this is the worst crime one could ever commit

AND SPEAKING OF THE FRENCH ! Those bitches were also completely brain dead !! Like, they knew what happened to Haytham and how the man turned out, but they still let the Templar Grandmaster adopt Arno, the son of one of their master assassins, just like the British had done with Edward. Like, they should have known it could end in an absolute disaster. And they banished Arno, probably their most promising recruit since Charles Dorian's death, for doing his fucking job as an assassin just because he broke some rules, which is so dumb coming from people whose motto contains the lines "everything is permitted", I just- ☠️

Ratohnhaké:ton was legit the only 18th century assassin with a functioning brain cell istg

#haytham kenway #achilles davenport #connor kenway #ratohnhaké:ton #arno dorian #edward kenway #assassin's creed

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teecupangel · 18 days ago

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How would Ezio react if Desmond and the other assassins walked in on him getting it on with some random girl he brought home?

Desmond The first few times it happened, he’d apologize and close the door even if it means locking himself out of their shared apartment.

Later down the line, he just sighs, reminds Ezio to wear a protection and also stress that Ezio was going to clean the room he’s having sex in… twice.

Altaïr

Ignores them and continues to do what he’s supposed to do. If they’re in the kitchen getting frisky, this man would absolutely prepare tea and take food out of the fridge to bring to his room or the living room, depending on where he’s doing his research. If they’re in the living room and Altaïr needs something in it like a book or something, this man would absolutely not care of how rude he was being and continue to just do whatever he was about to do.

Any attempts to invite him by Ezio’s current paramour is met with a look that showed Altaïr’s total disregard for their feelings and his unimpressed expression that do not hide how stupid he thinks that suggestion is.

Ratonhnhaké:ton

The first time it happened, he froze for a second before silently walking about.

Will never walk in on Ezio after that incident. It’s like he has developed a sixth sense and knows when to evade the apartment. Would usually text Desmond to warn him to stay away as well.

Edward

Absolutely starts lying about how proud he was that Ezio could finally get hard again after [insert the most ridiculous lies he could think of and changes every time this happened like it was his own personal ‘do you want to know how I got this scar?’ meme].

Arno

Apologizes, gives Ezio an awkward thumbs up then leaves. It’s the same thumbs up and awkward smile each time. Honestly, Ezio is wondering if Arno has that as his specific ‘I saw Ezio fucking someone’ reaction.

Jacob and Evie

Jacob suggested he join them and Evie drags him away while apologizing furiously to Ezio’s partner (but not Ezio himself, she can’t look at him at all). Ezio knows twins both looked at his dick.

Bayek

Quietly leaves, prepares food for the girl, talks to her a bit, escort her out of the apartment then goes and talk to Ezio about the ‘proper way’ to cohabit with other Assassins so this doesn’t happen again.

Basim (Mirage version)

Absolutely balled a cat at Ezio while he was ‘busy’ and it scratched his back. Every time Basim walks in on them, he will pick up the nearest animal he can find and throw it at Ezio then run away. One time, he threw a raccoon and Ezio caught it, getting into a staring contest with said raccoon longer than necessary.

#assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #edward kenway #arno dorian #jacob frye #evie frye #bayek of siwa #basim ibn ishaq

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vcnillazelda · 2 years ago

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alarm

bradley bradshaw x reader

summary: you call bradley on a fateful night.

tags: established relationship, house burglars, protective! bradley, bradley’s such a good bf, he’s bf material, mild angst, happy ending

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you turn off the tv; bored of the news of two burglars terrorising the area. the chances of it happening to your street was one in a million. stretching, you make sure the front door is still unlocked so bradley wasn’t locked out for the night; he was out drinking with his friends. you know jake, bob and natasha were there, yet you weren’t too sure if mav and some others went too. it wouldn’t be surprising if bradley invited them, he liked socialising with his squadron outside of work.

walking through to the bedroom, you turn on your bedside lamp, settling down as your new puppy, arno, settles back down on his bed. he was a pup you and bradley adopted from the local shelter, hes a dachshund pup, and had a tiny wheelchair for his back legs. the second you saw him you begged bradley to get him. bradley agreed as long as he got to name him, which you agreed to; so he chose arno for its meaning, eagle. you should of known he would of chosen something to do with flight.

arno let’s out a soft snort, sleepy eyes staring at you as you smile. “c’mere, arnie.” you pat the side of the bed, watching the puppy get up, waddling over as his little wheelchair squeaks a little. you giggle, scratching behind the tiny dog’s ears. a noise interrupts, and you look over to the door. the front door closes and heavy footsteps wander through the house. you smile, assuming rooster was home and would come join you, then a second pair of footsteps grows closer as an unfamiliar voice mutters a few words. you panic, grabbing arno and your phone, hiding away in the closet. you curse yourself as you realise the lamp is still on and you probably couldn’t risk going back out in case the stranger came in. your hands tremble as you cradle arno close, who licks at your fingers and neck in an almost comforting way. with your other shaking hand, you call bradley, making sure your phones on silent.

bradley laughs, putting his nearly empty glass down. he hadn’t drank much, so he was definitely coherent as he listens to natasha’s story. his phone rings in his pocket, and he excuses himself from the table when he realises it’s you. his teammates smile at him understandingly, and he ignores jake’s little taunt stating “he’s in trouble” to the others. “baby? what’s wrong, it’s late.” bradley asks, making his way to the door so he could hear you better. he hears a soft hiccup and his worry increases. “baby? i can’t hear you, are you okay?” he asks again, and this time he presses a hand to his other ear as he walks outside. “bradley, are you home??” you ask, voice trembling. “no, baby i’m still at the bar. what’s wrong?” bradley glances back to his friends who are all chatting. “there’s people in the house, bradley i’m scared..!” you whisper yell, breaths hitching. “what?! are you hiding? are you safe? do they know you’re there?” he asks desperately, running back inside to grab his jacket. the group all glance up curiously. “just stay there, baby i’m coming okay?” he tells you, trying to reassure you as he hears you weep a little. “what’s wrong?” natasha asks, and bradley briefly pulls away. “emergency.” he states simply, not bothering to say goodbye properly as he runs from the bar.

bradley runs five blocks to get there, not bothering to hang up so you could probably hear him running, he’s out of breath and his chest burns. sure enough, the front doors open a crack and his stomach feels like lead. he hangs up, entering the home with confidence. he spots a silhouette in the hallway, shouting out to them. the intruder peers around the door, eyes wide with surprise. “get outta here!” bradley snaps, storming forward. the burglar dodges, running straight out the house with whatever he had grabbed. the second your scream meets his ears, bradley runs to the bedroom, bursting through the door. the second burglar is pulling you from the closet, and in the struggle you drop your phone. bradley catches a glance of an ongoing call with 911, and relaxes. he focuses on the stranger, grabbing him by the shoulders and yanking him away from you, shoving him to the floor. bradley, blinded with rage of the idea of the person hurting you, he lands punch after punch on the guy; who wails and tries to scramble away. the sound of you crying makes him stop, not to mention the guy had gone limp and he didn’t want to kill him.

“baby, c’mere, it’s okay.” he whispers, carefully wrapping his arms around you as you cradle arno close. “i’m here, baby girl.” bradley tells you, as you wrap an arm around him, still holding your puppy. pulling away suddenly, you grab your phone, standing carefully on shaky knees with bradley’s help. “i’m here..” you tell the operator, following your boyfriend out of the house. “everything’s fine. my boyfriend is here; i’m okay.” you state, sitting on the wall outside of your home; shivering a little in the cold air. bradley drapes his jacket over your shoulders, rubbing your arms as arno wiggles to get out of your grasp. you carefully put arno down on the wall, keeping a hand on his side so he didn’t wander nor fall. “they want to talk to you brad.” you mutter, offering your phone.

bradley nods, taking the phone. “hello?” he greets, and the operator immediately responds. “hello, sir. are you bradley?” she asks, and he nods a bit stupidly considering she couldn’t see him. “yeah, i’m bradley.” he replies, and he hears some typing. “can you confirm what happened tonight?” the operator asks, and he subconsciously wraps his arm around you when you rub at your watery eyes, rubbing your arm to soothe you. “yeah, of course. i was at the bar with some of my colleagues when i got a call about 10 to maybe 15 minutes ago from my girlfriend saying there were people inside our house, i came home and scared one off; the other is knocked out in our bedroom.” he explains, watching arno sniff around the edge of the wall. “how did you get home?” she asks, and he nods again. “i ran. it’s about five blocks from the bar. i didn’t drink much so it wasn’t too bad.” bradley recounts how many drinks he had, he only had a whiskey and coke and two shots.

you sniffle a little, leaning into bradley as he continues to answer the operator’s question. your body absorbs his warmth, yet you still shiver under his jacket. his arm tightens around your shoulders, squeezing you closer. sirens signal the police’s arrival, and he’s able to hang up now that the operator’s job was done. “c’mere, pumpkin i’ve got you. are you hurt?” bradley asks, cradling your tear-stained face. “no..” you mumble, cuddling into his chest. “i’m so glad you’re here.” you sniffle. bradley nods. “i’ll always be here for you, baby girl. always.” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

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saberamane · 1 month ago

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Guys... I just had a really cool fanart idea for Assassin's Creed... but I can't draw people 😭

Basically your perspective is that you're standing in the doorway of a room (an Isu vault, specifically) with columns leading from the doorway to a dais at the back.

Its a 4 tiered dais, circular, with Desmond standing in the center/top of the dais. Of course he has some cool glowing isu markings, in some sort of modified armor/Assassin robes.

1 step down on either side of Desmond (kind of just slightly in front of him, in a guarding position) are Altair and Ezio.

On the same step but behind Desmond, kind of hidden in shadow, is Clay.

Skip a step, and in similar positions to Altair and Ezio are Edward and Ratonhnhak:ton.

On the ground by the columns closest the dais are Arno and Eivor.

At the second column on one side is Jacob and Evie, with Kassandra and Alexios on the opposite side.

And on top of the columns closest to the door, kind of hidden, are Bayek and (non-evil/Isu) Basim.

A very simplistic diagram of their positions:

Basically I want the feeling to be 'If you want him, you have to get through us first.' Like a gauntlet of death. Only the first round is completely unfair as you wouldn't notice Bayek and Basim to begin with.

And if you somehow got past them, you'd have a 4 versus you with Jacob, Evie, Kassandra, and Alexios.

Evie is fast and Jacob lives for a good brawl, but you might be able to beat them. But Kassandra and Alexios are both demi gods so... good luck with that?

Havent played unity yet, so I don't know much about Arno but I do know he has that handy phantom something or other, which shoots poison? (Which, actually, Evie and Jacob also have that but whatever lol). But Eivor is also kind of a demi God imo with the Odin thing going on.

Ratonhnhak:ton has his dlc powers (with the glowing blue eyes) so can summon ghost wolves to fight but is also just a tank in a fight. And Edward canonically fights like a devil.

Get through all that, and you still have the 2 most legendary Assassin Mentors to get through.

You're probably thinking 'why is Clay Desmond's last defense? After legendary assassins and demi gods and reincarnated Isu??'

Well, Clay's not. You get past everyone else, Desmond will just smite you with the apple. Honestly, Clay is in the back to protect everyone else. He likely isn't completely mentally stable lol. (He's like... the psycho BFF that will kill for you unprompted. He needs to stay close to Desmond so he doesn't get in trouble.)

I wish I could draw so bad because this looks so badass in my mind...

#personal #assassin's creed #assassins creed #art idea

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felixora · 1 year ago

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sooo I finally redesigned my dnd/bg3 OC Arnafein

(and this totally is not connected to me being annoyed at 20+ reddit comments under one of my artworks saying "omg your tav looks so much like mine" anywaaay)

All posts with him will be tagged #arnafein

An overview (because I'm not sure if I'll come around translating my twitter thread about Arno and his family from Ukrainian to English):

Rogue (Soulknife)

Comes from drow house Rilynghym, son of the Matron Nathiira. Main members of this family possess strong psychic abilities.

Spent most of his life with family on the road/as part of the criminal underworld, but in the last decade he and his family have been living in Neverwinter among high class.

Back when he was still a small child, but his family was already cast out from Ust Natha, he and his older sister Maliara were kidnapped on the surface world by slavers, and only by becoming a warlock to time entity Nathiira managed to save them. (Arno has scars from shackles as reminder of that)

After that Arno and Maliara have living under caring yet strict, and sometimes overwhelming watch of their mother, who wanted them to have a better life than she. With Nathiira's abilities to predict the future from her warlock pact, she often looked into her children's future, to stray them away from possible danger - yet her children knew nothing of this. (see "helicopter parent" for better idea) ("helicopter parent but make it drow")

On the one hand, Nathiira was protecting her son from dangerous things and activities of their family and guiding him to a normal carefree life. On the other hand, she severely suppressed any attempts he made to help the family, questioned his skills and ability to be useful in their outings, and (when they had already become part of high society in Neverwinter) literally pushed him to attend social events of aristocrats to secure the family's status (Arno hated them because of the excessive attention from upper-class representatives, but he could not go against his mother's word).

(mommy issues? yes-)

Before the events of BG3, Nathiira sent some spies to investigate strange activity in Baldur's Gate, yet none of them returned. Then Arno volunteered to discreetly check out their whereabouts. Ensuing argument with his mother (who prior to this once again foresaw her son's future and saw the possible abduction on nautiloid) led to Nathiira ordering to put Arno in a prison cell and chain him up for the night for him to "cool off".

As this reminded Arno of his childhood, he finally decided to go against his mothers will, and escaped both the cell and away from his home, determined to find out on his own what happened in Baldur's Gate and prove once and for all that his mother can rely on him and treat as an equal.

And yet, he did get captured by the cultists, and the following acquiring of the illithid tadpole messed pretty badly with his psychic abilities, leading to partial amnesia.

And that's where he is at the beginning of bg3.

#bg3 tav #arnafein #baldurs gate tav #dnd drow #dnd oc #baldur's gate oc #bg3 oc #tav bg3 #dark elf #oc #dnd art #bg3 #character design #dnd character

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assassinshadowgirl · 2 months ago

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Jacob's Baby Cheeks

As the young Jacob Frye stood off to the side, Paula’s eyes sparkled mischievously as she approached him.

“Oh, he’s so cute. Baby cheeks,” she cooed, leaning in to gently pinch his cheek. Her fingers were warm, and the affectionate pinch left a slight flush on his face.

Jacob blinked, caught completely off guard by the unexpected attention. He watched as Paula simply chuckled, gave him a final amused smile, and joined the other senior Assassins. Just as he was about to brush it off, he rubbed his cheek and muttered internally, (Baby cheeks... come on... I'm already fifteen!)

But before he could even finish the thought, another pinch came his way - this time from Teodora. Jacob opened his mouth to protest, only for Rosa to swoop in, pinching his cheek with a playful grin of her own.

It was as if they had some sort of invisible agreement: the word had spread among the Assassins, and one after another, each passing woman decided Jacob’s cheeks needed a little affectionate squeeze.

Again.

And again.

And...again.

*****

Jacob finally retreated, his expression a mix of irritation and bewilderment, as he ducked away from the teasing pinches. Seeking shelter, he moved quietly behind Ezio, positioning himself carefully beneath the older Assassin’s shoulder cape, practically sinking into its folds as if it were a safe fortress. His big golden eyes looked up, meeting Ezio’s own golden gaze.

“They keep...pinching me,” he murmured, his voice carrying a hint of a whine.

Ezio’s expression softened, his lips twitching in an amused smile. But before he could respond, Edward chuckled from nearby. “You can’t blame them,” he said, crossing his arms with a smirk. “You’ve got baby cheeks, kiddo.”

Then, much to Jacob’s dismay, Edward leaned down and pinched his cheek too.

“Hey...!” Jacob sputtered, quickly stepping backward to shield himself completely behind Ezio.

Arno, watching with amusement, chuckled as well. “Looks like you’re just irresistible, Jacob.” Jacob shot Arno a half-deadpanned, half-pleading look, but Arno only laughed harder.

Yu Feng joined in with a mischievous grin. “Alright, alright. Leave our little baby boy alone,” he teased, his voice soft yet laced with humor.

Jacob’s expression twisted into an indignant pout. “Not you too!” he muttered, crossing his arms, cheeks now reddened from all the attention.

Seeing his younger brethren’s plight, Ezio gave Jacob a reassuring smile. He gently put a hand over Jacob’s shoulder and adjusted his shoulder cape to shield the younger Assassin even more protectively.

“There, there,” Ezio murmured, trying to hide his amusement while casting a calm glance at the others as if to say, Enough already.

But judging by the chuckles and grins around him, Jacob knew his baby cheeks weren’t likely to be safe anytime soon.

#ezio auditore #jacob frye #arno dorian #edward kenway #assasins creed #assassins creed jade

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safehouse-if · 2 years ago

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Safe house

There's a rumour about the mob family, ruling over a bustling port city. A five generation enterprise with loyal followers, deep pockets and enough hands and brainpower to rule the city from behind the veil of legality.

Legality that is build on bribes, threats and politics going back decades.

The next generation of Desoto family was getting ready to step into power, to rule as their right was, when there was a betrayal. A right hand of the oldest child of Desoto head, known only as Wraith on the streets, spilled their guts out to the law.

Became a little song bird, spilling secrets.

Now the old man Desoto is sitting behind bars, waiting trial and the family is for the first time having to face consequences of their actions. But why were they betrayed?

On the other side of the country, in a middle sized town, in a new suburb called Avalon Acres a new couple moves in.

It’s not a surprise. Avalon Acres is everything a person could want. Outdoor activities, enough life to sustain multiple local businesses and actually four different seasons to enjoy. The modern white architectured houses built into the hills and woods certainly attract all manner of life.

Play as Wraith, an ex mobster turned informant hiding for their life

Choose your own gender/pronouns

Customise your appearance

Make a living in a quiet suburb or chafe against the boredom

Reflect on your life and the choices that made you jump on the side of the law

Learn a hobby

Find love? Or maybe just share a bed with someone

Safe House is intended for 18+ audience as it follows an ex-mob enforcer’s life in protective custody and as such deals with trauma, ptsd, violence and sex. However violence will not be a prominent part of the story, nor told in great detail. This age limit is rather set for the writer’s comfort.

Ariana “Ari” / Arnaldo “Arno” Holloway

Tall and athletic, they are the agent who brought you in and are now your fake partner as well as your handler while you wait for the trial. Calm and collected most of the time with penchant for comfortable clothes and intellectual challenges.

Tropes: enemies to friends to lovers, fake marriage

Roberta “Bob” Vernell

A nice young woman living next door, who loves all things geeky and is always smiling at you. If you don’t mind that she rarely goes out of her house and keeps suspiciously close eye on the neighborhood. As if she was the one hiding from the mob and not you.

tropes: nice girl from next door, protect at all cost

Eli Short

This guy keeps running by your house with his dog and inviting you for a barbie. Whatever that is. Apparently lives a couple doors down with his mother and works at the local fine dining restaurant. Keeps trying to feed you and get you to pet his dog.

tropes: nice boy from next door, himbo

Soline/Severin Desoto

Did you grow up together as friends or were you always just their puppet? The one who pulled Wraith’s strings for all that time. Sleek and preppy appearance hides a temper and penchant for the adrenaline rush behind good manners and old money. You will never go back. Right?

Trope: red flag relationship, pining

Links:

Demo TBA Home

Ariana/Arnaldo

Roberta

Eli

Soline/Severin

Want to be part of the process? If interested I’d welcome help in writing/creating/editing/coding if this idea seems interesting to you.

#safe house if #sh_if #interactive fiction #interactive story #wip game #twine if #twine story #if wip

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rea-grimm · 10 months ago

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Vampire Arno Dorian

You had feelings for Arno, but you felt like there was always something stopping you from getting close. You didn't want to rush things and let it take its course.

It was therefore a pleasant surprise when he invited you to his apartment one evening. You knew where he lived, but you never got a chance to look inside.

You sat down on the couch while Arno went to get the glasses and wine. He poured for you when the lock jingled and a woman with red hair walked in.

"Arno, here you are," she smiled at him as if they belonged together.

"Élise, what are you doing here?" he asked confused, placing the glass on the table. He looked as surprised as you.

You've heard of Élise, but you've never met her. You knew from Arno that he once had feelings for her, but he assured you a hundred times that his heart belonged only to you now.

Despite all that, your heart was throbbing now that you finally had the chance to see her. You understood what he saw in her. She looked beautiful. Like a statue, with red hair and lips.

“I see you brought me a present. That's considerate of you,” she smiled at him and walked on without answering his previous question.

“Y/N is not for you,” Arno replied coldly, stepping in front of you. Élise was taken aback for a moment before a smile spread across her face.

"I'm glad you finally started eating normally," she beamed with satisfaction. You had no idea what she was talking about. "Though I must say you still look miserable," she added a little disappointed.

"Drink from her!" she commanded him. You saw him stop and ball his hands into fists.

"Don't make me do it!" he said almost pleadingly.

"Do not say that. I know you want it," she purred contentedly and walked over to him. She caressed his cheek before taking his hand and turning him to face you. To your horror, Arno's eyes were now red and he looked like he was fighting with himself.

"Come on. Drink,” she whispered to him before giving him a slight nudge in your direction. You saw him bite his bottom lip before looking at you with a look of regret.

He walked over to you, sitting next to you before bending over you. He put one hand around your neck to tilt your head to the side. He moved the collar from your neck with his other hand before placing a soft kiss on your artery.

“Je suis désolé,” he whispered before biting your neck. It was a shock for you and the pain was only temporary, because after a while everything around you was kind of subdued. You didn't feel anything at all. After a while, your eyelids started to feel heavy and very soon you passed out.

When you finally woke up, you were still in Arn's apartment. You were lying on the couch, covered with a blanket and a pillow under your head. Was it just a dream? You sat up and gently touched your neck. You had him bandaged with Arno's red scarf. But you didn't see him anywhere.

On the table next to the couch, you noticed a folded piece of paper on which lay the pendant you had given him for his birthday. He's been telling you about it ever since that it's his protection charm.

You took the paper and opened it. It was a letter addressed to you. In it, Arno apologized to you for what happened. In the letter, he confessed that he was a vampire and that Élise was the one who created him.

He apologized to you several times there but also admitted how much you meant to him. However, he didn't want to hurt you more and expose you to the unnecessary danger he was creating. That's why he also decided that a monster like him didn't deserve to live. With that, he bid you farewell.

You didn't like this at all. Sure, he bit you, but that still didn't mean anything. You wanted to talk to him about it first, but first, you had to find him before he did something irreversible.

You were the first to head for the roof because he told you many times how he likes to admire the city from the roof and how the view calms him. Besides, if he was a vampire, he could wait there for the sunrise.

You ran out of his apartment and headed up the stairs to the roof. Out of breath, you flung the door open and a stone dropped from your heart as you saw the vampire sitting on the edge of the roof.

“You should come back,” Arno told you dejectedly, turning to you. You could see how much it bothered him.

“Only if you come back with me,” you replied and moved closer to him. Arno just shook his head and muttered something to the effect that a monster like him didn't deserve to live.

“Don't say that,” and you sat down next to him. You wanted to take his hand, but he flinched away from you. As if you should get hurt just from his skin. “It wasn't your fault…” you said softly. "And you don't even know how much it would hurt me if you died," you said honestly and you didn't want to imagine if he wasn't here anymore.

You saw on him how your words were slowly getting to him and so you took the opportunity and took his hand. You slowly approached him like a magnet until you were right next to him.

When you finally felt like you had convinced him not to give up, you hugged him. You loved him and didn't care if he was a human, a vampire, or something else.

“Merci mon amour,” he whispered to you weakly before lightly brushing his lips against the spot on your neck where he bit you and kissing you softly there. This gesture sent electricity through your veins. It was so weird but nice.

When you finally pulled away, you cupped his cheeks and looked into his eyes. "Don't ever do this to me again. You don't know how worried I was about being late,” you said.

“I promise,” he replied sincerely before taking your hand and placing a kiss on it.

After this, you finally returned to the safety of his apartment where he told you the whole truth about himself.

About the fact that he was born in the second half of the 18th century, that he lived through the great French Revolution and also about his love for Élise. However, he had no idea she was a vampire, but he didn't want to lose her at the time.

It was Élise who made him a vampire, and as his creator, there was something in him that made him obey her. It wasn't until late that he realized that what he felt for Élise wasn't love and that it wasn't what he wanted.

"I promise I won't let her ruin what we have together. Je t'aime Y/N,” he promised before kissing you.

Assassin's Creed Masterlist

#assassin's creed x reader #assassin's creed #arno dorian #arno dorian x reader #vampire arno #vampire

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recreationalfanfics · 1 year ago

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*chin hands* assassin's creed on the mind eh? Do tell 👀

OKAY SO ONE IDEA I DEF WANNA USE IN THE FUTURE WOULD BE YANDERE EAGLE VISION. Like, if an assassin/eagle vision user becomes obsessed with a darling, then instead of showing up as red (for enemy) or green (for ally), then their darling would show up as either a pink silhouette or something.

NOT ONLY THAT, BUT, LIKE DIFFERENT ASSASSIN'S TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT IT MEANS/ALREADY KNOWING WHAT IT MEANS.

Like Ezio using eagle vision and he sees his darling is a different color from everyone else, he instantly believes its a sign their soul mates and will shamelessly follow them, either from the shadows or blatantly walking after them like a lost puppy.

Altaïr believing something is wrong when his eagle vision acts up and only towards you, the person who served no real importance but never seemed to leave his mind. He decides to use it as an excuse to stalk you, after all, it was fine before YOU came along and he's just trying to figure out if it means if you're a threat or not. Deep down, he knows what it actually means but it gives him a good excuse to stalk you.

Connor absolutely is baffled when he notices a pink figure and when he switches back to his normal vision, he sees its you. He doesn't voice this out to anyone because its not that important, right? Plus, he truly wouldn't want to disturb you with that knowledge and, when you really think about it, it's rather helpful for the both of you! Now Connor can keep tabs on you and you won't ever have to worry about anything hurting you because Connor will always be waiting in the shadows to protect you.

Evie would be a Lucid yandere, the moment you become miscolored in a way she's never heard of, she's doing some research on her own time and found out about rare instances assassin's who found their "soul mates" with their eagle vision. Like Connor and Altaïr, she would definetly use it as an excuse to be able to stalk you while keeping her conscious clear. It's not her fault technically and yes, maybe she is tailing behind you and her heart soars at the thought of being able to pick you out of the crowd and track you down so easily...but it's only because she can keep you safe!

Jacob doesn't even question it, he also takes it as confirmation that you were meant to be his. He would absolutely take advantage of his new ability and you'd be none the wiser. You try to avoid him by going a different route? He somehow ends up calling your name and happily running over to you and you're wondering how could he have known. You're bumping into him a lot more often when doing mundane things? Haha, what a coincidence! May as well hang on his arm and let him treat you to a nice drink! Just the image of Jacob desperately jumping from rooftop to rooftop using eagle vision only to stop and smile to himself when he sees your silhouette makes me so happy-

EDWARD DOESN'T REALLY QUESTION IT, HE'S JUST GLAD HE CAN HAVE PIECE OF MIND WHEN IT COMES TO YOU TBH. He knows what he's doing is shady but at the same time, he can't help it. But also moments when you manage to sneak away from him and he just easily walks towards were you're hiding and it fills you with so much dread and panic and you're not sure how he manages to do that every single time.

AAAH, IMAGINE ARNO BEING ALL SMUG ABOUT IT. Like, you're both at a gala somewhere and you try to lose him in the crowd, not wanting to deal with his possessive behavior but no matter how many people are in the way, Arno uses his eagle vision and pushes and shoves past people as he makes his way towards you. Just when you think you lost him, you feel his hand wrap around your wrist and pull you close and his hood is over his head, revealing nothing more than a sly grin.

#yandere assassin's creed x reader #yandere assassin's creed #ezio auditore x reader #yandere ratohnhaké:ton x reader #ratonhnhaké:ton x reader #yandere ezio auditore #tw yandere #arno dorian #arno dorian x reader #yandere arno dorian x reader #yandere altaïr ibn la'ahad x reader #yandere altair x reader #altair x reader #yandere edward kenway x reader #edward kenway x reader #yandere evie frye x reader #evie frye x reader #yandere jacob frye x reader #jacob frye x reader

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demigoddessqueens · 6 months ago

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Hay, I read your writing about Assassin's Creed with the s/o befriending the crow population. I was wondering if you can make one with the s/o befriending the Hawk population if that's OK if you you don't have to do it if you don't want to. (Pls I'm a new subscribers to your blog). So have a good day keep up with your writing.💗

Oh hey!! Thank you so much for following and your request, and welcome 🤗 💕 im glad you’re here

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A/n - I don’t remember who I wrote for the crow population one, but I’ll do the main leads for this one 😆😁

Altair

While it’s no eagle, he admires the same prowess they have as an eagle and sometimes decorates his person with their feathers as it reminds him of you

Ezio

Well he does like them better than the pesky pigeons, plus your hawks like when he strokes and pets their feathers

Ratonhnhaké:ton

Thinks it’s so cute whenever these hawks follow you around, and he sees it as a sigh of acceptance when they perch on him or nuzzle against him

Haytham

Not as noisy as a crow or pigeon, but he is sometimes indifferent to your pet birds. At least they keep you out of trouble that follows Templars

Shay

Your hawks make for great companions on The Morrigan as it can get lonesome at times when the sails are longer than normal

Edward

He also warms up to your pet hawks, mostly because they’re a lot nicer than any of the aggressive seagulls

Arno

He’s already so protective of you so it’s a small comfort that faster eyes are able to look out for you if he’s not around

Jacob

They would be perfect for his rooks (Jacob no!)

But in hindsight, yes he does warmup to your pet hawks quickly, giving them nicknames

Desmond

he welcomes them as a nice distraction, sometimes teasing he’ll adopt them for himself

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bloodyknucklesforme · 20 days ago

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Pomegranate | Nikolai x F!Reader

Chapter 5

Nikolai returns

cw: cw: dark fic, dubcon/noncon, reader is being trafficked, human trafficking, humiliation, rough sex, victim blaming

Masterpost

You counted the days. There was a horrible thought scratching the back of your skull. Somewhere Nikolai was laying dead, head blown to bits, and he would never come back for you. “Come back for you”, what a stupid way to phrase it. You’d hold your head in your hands, slapping your own cheeks so you’d remember he only saw you as a whore, an object. He liked you the same way he liked his car. He would not save you. He’d protect you as long it helped himself. You had to save yourself.

Almost two thousand pounds were stuffed in the lining of your coat. Thankfully he paid in hundred notes so it didn’t swish around when you walked. His absence might be the best time to escape.

Arno had started becoming brave again, forcing you out onto the club floor more often. Pushing you, often literally, into the arms of his sleaziest clients. Private dances, house visits, stag nights - it made you sick. Your knees were constantly scratched up, throat sore and wrists aching. Luckily paracetamol was aplenty.

What if Nik came back and you weren’t ready? Would you be met with another spanking or something worse? You felt rung out and left to dry in a dark room, only to be dragged out and dunked in filth again and again and again. Any brief moment of respite you had was when you managed to get away to the bathroom, crying in a stall, forcing any sick back down so you could continue working.

One day a bouncer left a back door open for his smoke break. It was so tempting. A swirl of fog formed outside from hot club air meeting the brisk November cold. Your own door to Narnia, something better even. Ten steps and you could run, run as fast as you could. You didn’t have your coat, it was just a room away, would the door still be open when you got back. Could you make it far enough?

Someone hit your shoulder hard, slamming you against the wall. Cassie was making a run for it. She was barefoot, sprinting out of the door and into the fog. You kept pressed to the wall as two men chased after her. You hurried back to the floor, hearing her scream somewhere in the distance before closing the back of house door.

Cassie’s cot next to you was filled by a new face the next day. You missed her. She hardly cried which was a plus compared to the other girls. You decided not to learn this new girl’s name. Make it easier for yourself when she inevitably disappeared. Any time you had by yourself was spent sleeping and nursing your wounds.

It had been over two weeks since the last time you saw Nik when you were wrenched from your cot at three in the morning. Arno had fetched you personally, grumbling to himself as he shoved you into a car.

“Is your cunt made of gold? I don’t know why he likes you so much but understand if you fuck this up I will kill you.” He slammed the door shut.

His words made you sick to your stomach. He knew he hadn’t given you anytime to prepare. You were half dressed, coat clutched around your shivering form, no makeup, hair unkempt.

You tried to fix yourself up, using the reflection in the window. When you stepped out of the car you realized you hadn’t even been given the time to put on shoes. The cold bit at your feet, forcing you to hop to the door.

You held the door handle, pressing your forehead to the cold metal and breathed deeply. It would be okay. It would be okay. You would survive this. Nik could be mean but he’d never been cruel to you.

You opened the door and met his gaze. He was waiting for you in that little room. Deep bags under his eyes, stitches along his collarbone, bruises across his arms and chest.

“We are both in a sorry state it seems.” His bottom lip jutted out lazily, his eyes dark and half closed. “Come here, Kotenok. I want to undress you myself.”

“I’m so-”

“Hush. Don’t talk. I’m too tired to listen.”

You walked up to him, keeping your gaze downward. He pulled your coat off your shoulders and you could smell the liquor on his breath.

“No shoes…” He frowned, nudging your foot with his. He sighed and mumbled something in Russian while rubbing his temple.

He was delicate as he took off your sweater, pulling it up and over your head. His hands ghosted down your front. He licked his top row of teeth and roughly pulled your jeans off your hips, not bothering with the button or zipper. He cupped your crotch, his fingers digging into the lower cleft of your ass cheeks.

“I missed this pussy,” He growled. He grabbed your hand and shoved it into his sweatpants till you could cup his balls. They were hot and heavy in your hand. “You’ll take it all. Have lost time to make up.”

You yelped in shock as he wrapped his arms around your upper thighs and lifted you up into the air. He pulled your jeans the rest of the way off and laid you over his shoulder.

He was drunker than you originally thought. You swayed with him as he carried you upstairs. He was talking in Russian, nothing you could even begin to decipher.

In his bathroom, he dropped you, a bit harshly, onto the counter. He leaned against the counter, arms trapping you. “How many?”

“what?”

“How many men did they have you fuck while I was gone?” His angry growl betrayed the softness of his mouth against your collarbone.

“Too many,” you admitted, hands cascading down his back. He reared his head back, a scowl on his face. An ugly look that reminded you of a dog about to bite. You shrunk back, trying to convey a look of apology. “I didn’t have a choice. I would have pre-”

He pulled you off the counter, planting your feet on the floor and pushing you towards the shower.

He shoved you face first against the tile wall before ripping your panties apart. You yelped harshly, jumping between your feet. You moved along the wall till you were in the corner. Behind you the water turned on.

A thick, hairy arm wrapped around your middle and pulled you backwards into the water. You waited for teeth, an open palm, a fist. Pain, some way or another. Instead you found chapped lips and stubble brushing against your shoulder.

“I’ll clean you up.” He went down on one knee and guided your legs apart. He wet his fingers and pushed one inside you. His other hand rubbed the side of your thigh as he hooked his finger and felt around. Tears welled up in your eyes.

You’d never been so naive to think Nikolai did his small kindnesses out of some affection. It was always for his own self interest. The food, the clothes, the prep, the baths. He liked his girls clean, fed and well dressed. It didn’t matter if it was you or not.

This felt uniquely humiliating. He’d fuck a whore but only if she didn’t look or feel like a whore. He dug around inside you, trying to remove any trace of other men. You clenched your jaw so tight it felt like your teeth could shatter. You covered your mouth with your hand, muffling your own sobs.

He scrubbed you down with a cloth next, his movements harsh against your skin. If he noticed your tears, he ignored them. When he deemed you clean enough he fucked you against the wall of the shower.

It continued like that for the rest of the night. Him moving you around as he pleased before using you as he pleased. He eventually dumped you onto the bed and tossed a sheet over your body before collapsing beside you.

You tucked your knees to your chest and fell asleep.

You didn’t wake again till the early afternoon. Nik had left a sweatshirt and ratty pair of jeans along with new underwear for you on the edge of the bed. There was water on the bedside table.

It felt like you were in the minotaur’s maze as you headed downstairs. You tried to stay quiet, hoping he’d forgotten you were there. He still found you. Cameras probably. Called for you from the dining room. You peaked in, sheepishly. He curled two fingers, beckoning you closer.

“Too drab for my taste.” He tugged on the bottom of your sweatshirt. “We’ll go shopping today. I’m keeping you for the next couple days. I’m tired of calling my pet back and forth.”

You took the G-wagon. He’d given you an old pair of trainers at the door, chuckling about almost letting you out barefoot. You were too afraid to bring it up before then.

“You can pick out what you want, as long as it's not ugly. No jewelry.” He said like this was all some casual thing. He pulled up in front of a large tan colored building with green awnings above every window. He tossed the keys to a valet and with a hand on your hip, walked the two of you in.

You felt out of place among the tourists and wealthy patrons of the store. December was on the horizon so many seemed to be getting a head start on Christmas shopping. Nik clicked his tongue and you stopped your curious gazing to continue following him.

The two of you took an elevator to the fifth floor. A woman met you and took you to a private room. There was a velvet red couch, marble coffee table and a rack of clothes with a dressing room off to the side.

“Alana has pulled quiet the collection for the two of you today.” She grinned with her best customer service voice. She picked up an Ipad from the table. “But we also have the digital catalogue available so we can pull anything else off the floor for you to try. We can also have almost anything from any of our restaurants delivered up here for you.”

Nik thanked her and took the ipad. It was just the two of you then.

“What do you want to eat?” He asked, already scrolling through the menu.

“Huh?” You’d become distracted by the clothes. Brands you’d only heard of in movies and tv, materials that felt too expensive to touch. It was beautiful and overwhelming. Gifts like this didn’t come without a price. He already bought your body, owned you until his lease ended, what else could you possibly give him in exchange? “Oh…I’m sorry.”

You looked through the menu with him, surprised that a sandwich could cost twenty pounds or a piece of fish more than a hundred. You went with the sandwich, not keen on raising your debt any higher than necessary.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked, holding a cropped grey sweater in front of yourself in the mirror. It was pretty and soft and there was no price on the tag. The embossed “L” logo of the brand told you that you didn’t want to know and that Nik wouldn’t care.

“I’m not spending all this time with you inside and I can’t have you naked the whole time. As much as I’d like to.” He looked up from the ipad. “Try that one on.”

You made a move for the dressing room but he clicked his tongue.

“You already got me that dress. I don’t need more clothes.” You kept your back turned as you shrugged off the sweatshirt and replaced it with the sweater. It was a little small, if you lifted your arms too high your breasts would pop out. It was soft though and you liked the way it hung on your shoulders.

“Do you ask why a child wants a new dress for their doll?”

“You’re not a child… I just don’t see the point.” You went back to looking through the rack.

“The point of me buying you clothes? Does there need to be one?”

“Men don’t keep women like me around for very long.” He raised an eyebrow at you. “I know this won’t last.”

“Why wouldn’t it?” He shrugged. He motioned towards the dress in your hand,“Try that on.”

“You pay for me.” You stopped yourself from reminding him that eventually he’d get bored in a month or so. All of this felt so wrong. It felt like he was toying with you. You weren’t stupid and you didn’t want to play some game with him like this. Picking out clothes that would either get thrown or passed on to the next girl he paid for.

He set the ipad down. “Are you afraid of me?”

“Yes.” You were honest just like the first time he asked.

“Last time you said no.”

“Last time I didn’t know you.”

“You still don’t know me. Now put on the fucking dress.” He snapped. You turned your back again. “Ah! Face me. I want to see what I pay for.”

You turned back around and pulled the sweater off before moving to pull the dress over your head. He had his hand resting on his crotch. He couldn’t resist a show of power.

“Do you always put a dress on over your pants?”

You frowned and shucked your pants off. He looked bored as he watched. It was a tight fitting dress, black with long sleeves and crew collar and it was thin. You could see the outline of your breasts and nipples in the mirror.

“I like that one.”

“I don’t.” You pulled it off and put it back on the rack. He sucked his teeth, clearly annoyed with you now. “You said I can pick what I want.”

“And I’ll still buy whatever I want you to wear.” He stood up and you backed up against the rack. He stalked over and leaned over, pressing his forehead against yours. “You don’t tell me no. If I wanted you to ride me right now you would do it. If I told you to get on your knees and suck me off, you’d do it. If I told you to go downstairs naked, you’d fucking do it. I like your little claws, Kotenok.” He grabbed your jaw, fingers digging into the fat of your cheeks. “But do not bite.”

He let go and grabbed a plaid skirt off the rack. “Try this on next.”

You spent the rest of the afternoon trying on clothes. He liked jewel tones and things that were secretly revealing. Thin material and skirts that showed your ass if you stretched or bent over. Heels, but not too tall. He liked to keep you at shoulder height and nothing higher. A woman came in and helped pick out makeup for you.

“Find a good red for her. I like red.” Nik said, between bites of the steak he ordered. She found a red lipstick that matched your skin tone perfectly. She ended up putting together a set of products for you. He did let you pick out more comfortable clothes too which was nice.

He paid using the ipad and all your selections, including the dress, were packed into dark green bags and carried out to the car. You left wearing the cropped sweater, a new pair of jeans and trainers and socks.

“Thank you.” You said softly on the elevator ride down. He didn’t respond, just pulled you to his side by the hip.

When you got back to his place there was an older woman cleaning. He spoke to her in Russian and she began to take the bags of clothes upstairs.

He shut the door to the living room and locked it behind you.

“Take off your bottoms and bend over the couch.”

You did as you were told. It felt colder than usual. You looked over your shoulder to watch him make a drink for himself. He came up behind you and set the cold glass on the small of your back.

“Why aren’t you grateful for all that I’ve done for you?”

“I thanked you for the clothes. I like them.”

“No,” he tutted. His crotch pressed against your ass. “You never thanked me for getting rid of that sack of shit.”

You swallowed uncomfortably. He was going to spank you again. Your muscles clenched up in anticipation.

“Thank you.”

“I don’t believe you. Do you still miss him? Miss how he’d beat and rape you?” He picked up his glass and stroked your back like you were some skittish animal. His seemingly willful obtuseness about the nature of his own actions pissed you off. Like he hadn’t just said you weren’t allowed to say no to him or that every time you spread your legs for him it was under duress of an unspoken violence. He wasn’t a better man than Marcus just because he’d never tried to dislocate your shoulder.

“I hate him.” You hissed. “I just didn’t want to see him die.”

“Watching someone you hate die is almost as good as sinking into a soft pussy.” He finished his drink and dropped the glass onto the couch. “It’s why I always fuck after I kill.”

His belt jingled and you closed your eyes. He took you like that, bent over the couch, the back of it digging into your hips as his hips smacked roughly against your ass. Once he was done he pulled your panties back up and heaved you up and over the back of the couch. You grunted as you untangled yourself.

He sat next to you and pulled your head into his lap. He batted your hands away from his cock.

“Later. I’m too tired.” He played with your hair as he watched tv.

You realized very quickly that he was a man of impulse when he was relaxed. He gave no warning when he’d decide he wanted to cum again, taking hold of your hand, head or body and moving it how he saw fit.

You lost count of the days. It was easy to forget the kind of man Nik was and lull yourself into a sense of security. He kept you fed (literally fed you caviar on potato chips the other day and laughed when you gagged), kept you dressed (a mink fur coat arrived only a day after your shopping trip), and even made you cum (he liked to eat you out after drinking a bit too much).

Other times it felt like he’d do things just to rile you up. Make you change in front of him, not let you wear clothes at all, hand feed you. He had John over a couple times, let the other man leer at you. Nik had you make drinks for them both and as you gave John his he pulled you into his lap and made jokes about renting you for the night. His hand up your skirt to prod at your ass just to complain about the lack of plug. You think Nik let him because it always ended with you curled up at his side.

One night he fell asleep while you cockwarmed him. His arms around your middle and your head on his good shoulder (a doctor came to pull out the stitches but it was still sore). He started snoring and you pulled a blanket over both of you. It was more intimate than you’d ever been with anyone, client or regular partner before that. When you closed your eyes you forced yourself to dream about a life where you were just his girlfriend.

A stupid, dangerous dream. One that threatened to make you too complacent. You were still going to get out. You had the cash and now you had clothes and good trainers. You could do it. If he tipped you again for all this time you were spending together you could make it across the Atlantic or further. You wouldn’t see him or Arno ever again except hopefully on the news being walked into a courthouse.

You reminded yourself of this time and time again.

Even when he had you on your back, legs slung over his shoulder and his sweaty forehead against yours. The head of his cock nuzzling against your cervix.

“Kolya…please…fuck.” He had a vibrator tucked between the two of you and used his stomach to press it down harder against your clit.

“I want to feel your little claws, Kotenok.” You held onto his forearms, nails digging into the muscle at his request. “Harder. Mark me up.”

There was something in his eyes. It was warm and happy. He peppered kisses across your cheek, rubbing his stubble against you when you turned away. There was already beard burn across your breasts and inner thighs. He captured your mouth with his, tongue dipping in. It wouldn’t hurt to enjoy it just one time. To let yourself separate from reality to enjoy affection. You kissed him back, sucking on his tongue. He tasted like mint and tobacco.

“Want you to come on my cock.” You were close already. The vibrator making it almost unbearable. Your nails cut into his arm, leaving half moon cuts. You arched backwards with a cry, “Kolya!”

He bit down on your shoulder, growling as he came. He always fucked without any protection but it felt different this time. More possessive.

“Ty moy navsegda.” He breathed, kissing along the fresh bite mark.

“What does that mean?” You asked.

“Means I could die inside you.” He sighed.

It was a cold, late afternoon when you came out of the shower and found the thin black dress laid out on the bed for you. Beside it was a lacy black thong, no bra.

“John got promoted. We’re going out to celebrate.” He was putting on a navy blue suit jacket and fixing his shirt cuffs. “Be quick about it.”

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