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⎯⎯ Emergency Intercom III

hamzah x reader

summary: y/n and hamzah bump into each other at a concert.

wc: 1.2k

a/n: hello! i don't really have the motivation to write. sorry if this is short and it sucks!

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The air in Toronto had a crisp chill to it. Her hair danced in the wind, and the concert venue's lights cast a warm glow on her skin. She stood in line, waiting to get inside, clutching her black jacket tighter for warmth. She huddled closer to her manager and team, seeking comfort in their presence. y/n had already spent two days in the city for a runway show. After the thrill and chaos of the event, she and her team had been invited to watch 2hollis perform, with Nate Sib as the opener. y/n couldn't wait to let loose and dance like no one was watching.

She had just posted on Instagram, announcing her arrival in Canada, when she noticed the comments flooding in. Her mind started to race. Was she being too bold, showing up in Toronto right after revealing on the podcast that she liked Hamzah? Was she coming across as a stalker? Trying to push the thoughts aside, y/n chose to ignore the comments, but her heart skipped a beat when she remembered Hamzah had commented on her post.

After the podcast, y/n noticed Hamzah’s friends—Martin, Mandy, Chase, and Claire—had all followed her. She couldn’t help but fangirl a little, adoring their content. 

As the crowd began flowing into the venue, y/n and her team entered, making their way toward the stairs that led to the balcony where they could enjoy the concert. The hard bass of the music vibrated through the venue as strobe lights flashed intensely, adding to the electrifying atmosphere. The song transitioned from "Need That" to "Crush," and y/n and her team were jumping around.

After a while, y/n decided to take a break from dancing. She scanned the venue below, captivated by the energy in the room. She pulled out her phone and took a picture of the crowd, noticing how tightly everyone was packed, moshing with wild enthusiasm. Slipping her phone back into her pocket, her gaze wandered over the balcony, and that’s when she spotted a familiar face nearby.

She wasn't sure if it was really him, the flashing lights making it hard to tell. She remembered that Martin and Hamzah had shaved their heads, but the man in front of her had a buzz cut and freshly bleached hair. He wore a blue and red Nike windbreaker, and despite the lights, she could still make out his muscular frame, tall stature, and tan skin, with a black mesh face mask concealing his features. Another figure stood next to him, also wearing a mesh mask that covered their entire face. They were both bobbing their heads to the beat of the music.

As y/n examined the two men, one of them noticed her gaze. She froze. The man grinned at her, then tapped the shoulder of the one in the Nike windbreaker, pointing towards her. The man in the windbreaker turned to look and gave her a smile, but then quickly realized he was wearing a mask. He took it off, grinning as he waved at her again. y/n gasped quietly, her smile widening as she waved back. 

There he was, Hamzah.

Hamzah gestured for her to come over to the balcony where he was standing. y/n nodded and raised a finger to signal she needed a moment. She turned to her team, telling them she’d be right back. She adjusted her black jacket, fluffed her hair, and began walking towards him, a mix of nervousness and excitement bubbling inside her. This is it, I’m finally meeting him. She wondered if he might think she was a freak, especially since she had openly admitted to having a crush on him.

As she got closer, the other man in a mask started to remove his, revealing himself to be Martin. He grinned widely and reached out his hand to greet her. “If it isn’t the one and only y/n! It’s so nice to meet you, I’m Martin!” he said enthusiastically.

She grinned back and gave him a handshake. “Hey, Martin! It’s awesome to finally meet you!”

Hamzah, on the other hand, shyly waved and nodded at her. “It’s really nice to meet you, y/n.”

y/n noticed how awkward Hamzah seemed and shyly waved back. Martin placed a hand on Hamzah’s shoulder. “No need to be shy, man. Go ahead and talk to her.” Martin chuckled and nudged Hamzah closer to y/n. Hamzah stumbled forward slightly, smiling awkwardly.

y/n giggled. “I saw you guys and instantly knew it was you! I didn’t realize you both listened to 2hollis,” she said, trying to keep the conversation flowing and avoid the awkwardness.

“Yeah, we like his stuff. He’s really good,” Hamzah replied, glancing over at the stage.

“Hamzah even dressed up as him once, but he looked like a Temu version,” Martin teased, laughing.

Hamzah gave Martin a gentle nudge, signaling him to stop embarrassing him. Martin chuckled and turned his attention back to the concert. y/n couldn’t help but giggle at their playful interaction. Hamzah scratched the back of his neck, leaning closer to her ear since the music was so loud. Being much taller, he had to bend down a little, which y/n noticed immediately.

"I saw your Instagram post about being in Canada. What a coincidence that we ran into each other! We should definitely hang out sometime when you're free," Hamzah said.

y/n grinned and nodded enthusiastically. "I’m down! Is this your way of asking me on a date?" she teased with a playful tone.

Hamzah smiled, a slight blush creeping onto his face. "I didn’t say that... But if that’s what you think, then yeah," he admitted.

y/n’s smile grew wider. "Then yes. I’m down. I’ll text you," she replied.

Hamzah started nervously rubbing his hair. "How? You don’t even have my number."

"Give me your phone, I’ll put it in," y/n offered with an outstretched hand.

With a gulp, Hamzah nervously pulled his phone from his sweatpants pocket, unlocking it and handing it to her. y/n quickly entered her number, saving the contact as "y/n <3," and returned the phone to him.

Hamzah glanced at it and smiled before slipping his phone back into his pocket.

y/n grinned. "Just text or call me anytime. I’m free whenever."

Hamzah nodded, looking a little flustered. "Well, I gotta go now! It was nice meeting you guys," y/n said, smiling as she waved.

"It was great meeting you too!" Martin called back with a big smile.

"I’ll text you," Hamzah said, giving her one last smile.

y/n blushed, then turned to head back towards her team.

Hamzah turned back around to face Martin, and the two of them began jumping up and down, grinning from ear to ear. “Ayy, I did it, bruh!” Hamzah exclaimed. Martin chuckled. “Bruh, that only happened because I made you talk to her. You were acting like a pussy.”

Hamzah rolled his eyes dramatically. “Don’t start with that.”

Martin grinned mischievously. “You better not start stuttering when you see her again.”

Hamzah laughed, just as a man in a fedora, sunglasses, and a construction worker vest approached them, holding a cup in his hand. “What did I miss?” Freddie asked, looking between Martin and Hamzah with a confused expression.

“He got y/n’s number!” Martin shouted.

“Ayyy!” Freddie cheered, and all three of them started jumping around in excitement.

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Pomegranate | Nikolai x F!reader

Chapter 1

After a series of misfortunes you've found yourself in debt to Arno, a human trafficker operating in London. You work at his club, dancing and escorting, only to find yourself deeper and deeper in debt. One night you arrive at Nikolai's. He's handsome, abrasive, gross, tender at times and he might be the most dangerous man you've ever met.

cw: cw: dark fic, dubcon/noncon, reader is being trafficked, human trafficking, cockwarming, body inspection, piv, Nikolai is evil but also kind in his own weird way

Masterpost

"Clothes off... all of them," A thick Russian accent said from the intercom. You looked up at the camera in the corner. He must have seen you hesitate, "I already paid. Don't waste my money."

It never got easier. The degradation and humiliation of stripping for strange men, being used like a toy and forced to pack yourself back up into your box till next time.  It'd been almost a year now. As you dropped your coat to the floor your anger and shame hit the ceiling. You'd trusted your ex, he promised to help you when you lost your job, when you couldn't pay rent, when you needed to borrow money. You moved to London for better opportunities now you were in some stranger's house waiting to be used. You'd lost track of how deep in debt you were to him and his 'friends'. 10k? 20k? It made your stomach clench.

"Don't cry. You'll fuck up your makeup." is what those cunts back at the club would always say before you got in the car to a client's.

Marcus, your ex, now trafficker, hammered it in that this was a very important client. Probably another criminal. A rich one at that. His house was more of a warehouse. Large, stretching for almost an entire block. Nondescript from the outside beyond the vault like door and fancy keypad, one you were given a code to on the way there. 

"Turn around," he ordered when the last of your clothes hit the floor. Checking for a wire or weapons you guessed. Knowing you were being watched like this made your skin crawl but it was better than being groped immediately on entry.

The room you were locked in was more of a safe room with steel walls and thick doors. One leading outside and the other leading further inside. No windows, just the camera, an intercom panel and a white gift box that sat on the floor. 

"New clothes in the box. Put them on."

It was a too small lacy bra and matching too small panties. A washed baby blue, all mesh so you were fully exposed. There was a loud buzzer and the door unlocked.

Inside was nice. Made to look like a palace. Wood floors covered in large red patterned rugs. The walls had large paintings you recognized from an art history class years ago. You couldn’t tell if they were real or not. The details were obscured by the darkness. There was only one light on in the hallway, a door was opened down the way. It was a maw that beckoned you toward it. 

You stood at the threshold. The living room was equally extravagant. The walls were painted a wine red lacquer, almost mirror like. The ceiling had complex molding, painted the same color as the walls. The windows were all blacked out with heavy velvet curtains. It felt cold in this room. To the left was a large bar with more bottles than you'd ever seen in your life. To the right was a large couch and projector screen. Soviet era antiques were scattered about. It felt more like a palace than a home. A palace for some dark god, one that ruled pain and death. 

"You're prettier than the photo." You jumped at the voice. He was so quiet you didn't notice him on the couch. He was big, obviously tall but muscular with wide shoulders. He had a layer of fat that only worked to increase his intimidating stature. Dark hair slicked back with a widow's peak. Stubble covered the bottom part of an aged face. He wasn't old, older yes but whatever business he was in had aged him around the eyes. Dark eyes that hid any emotion from you.

He snapped his fingers and motioned for you to walk over. He had a cigar in the other hand. The smell filled the room. 

"Good. You follow instructions. More than I can say for the last one Arno sent me." He motioned for you to spin around again, giving your ass a light spank and laughing when you yelped. "You fuck anyone else today?"

"No," you shook your head. He blew cigar smoke at you, watching the silver bisect around your middle.

"Good. I'd hate to waste more time cleaning you out. They never do a good job at that." He put his cigar in the ashtray beside him. "On your knees."

"What's your name?" He asked, making space between his legs for you. You answered softly, a lie. Never give them anything was what another girl told you. Give anything and they’ll take until there’s nothing left. Even your bones could be used to pick teeth. He held your chin between two fingers, moving your head around like a doll. "Open your mouth."

He leaned forward, looking inside you. A thumb hooked over your bottom row of teeth. It tasted like tobacco and sweat. You'd learned to hold back gags long ago. 

"I don't like girls with rotten teeth." He ran a finger over your teeth, top and bottom, occasionally pressing on one.  He frowned, "Stop shaking. I'm not going to hurt you."

A lie, most likely. Men always said that before fucking you, like they could believe you were there willingly, like they didn't pick you out of a catalogue of girls. You clenched your fists in your lap and willed the fear out of your bones. Docile thing, something to be eaten to the core. You were always good. Arno controlled his girls with an iron hand. You’d heard the beatings other girls got when they disappointed. There were clients who had girls sent to them yet never returned them. Disappointing girls got sent there. Sacrifices to the gods of gold. Arno always wore gold.

"I like girls who like you." He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and pushed your jaw shut. "I paid to have you till morning. Make it worth it."

He leaned back with a sigh, grabbing a remote and turning on the projector. A hockey game flicked onto the screen, the noise from the stadium coming from speakers you never saw. 

"Is there...uh...anything you want me to call you?" Men liked all sorts of names. Daddy, Master, Sir. Rarely creative, often repeated. Some used their real name but not many, no one wants the risk of their whore becoming too mouthy. 

He looked down at you, like he already forgot you were there.

"Sir, when you answer my questions. Kolya, when I fuck you." He undid his belt and spread his legs wider. You knew your job. He picked up his cigar again as you undid the zipper on his pants.

He laid a hand on the back of your head, pressing down your hair. "Just keep me warm for now. Don't want to miss anything."

You took a deep breath before taking him into your mouth. He was thick and uncut. Intimidating even half hard. He didn't push as you worked your throat open, slowly bobbing your head. Sometimes men would ply you with liquor, help you to relax a bit more. You wish he had. The mix of salts from precum and skin filled your senses. A hesitant hand moved to rest on his thigh for leverage. He didn't shake you off. 

You glanced up at him when you took him to the hilt. Hoping for some sign of approval, not for your ego but the sake of your security. Men in pleasure were less likely to be agitated. 

"Good job, Kotenok." He rubbed his knuckles across your cheek, gold rings cooling your skin. He let you rest against his thigh, nose tickled by his dark pubes. Cigar smoke, the drone of the tv and the blood rushing around your head started to calm your nerves. Maybe tonight wouldn't be as awful as you thought.

He thrusted lazily during every commercial break. A hand holding your head steady against his thigh. He chuckled when you gagged. Everything was in Russian so you couldn't follow the game beyond his angry or excited, more so angry, ad libs.

He finally sighed and turned off the tv. He tapped your cheek softly.

"Kotenok, I need you to make me feel better about my team losing."

He made you walk ahead of him, directing you towards his bedroom. His dark eyes dug into your spine. A step below you and still a head taller. This is what a deer feels when the wolf stalks it. 

His bedroom was dark, a single lamp sat on the side table. The walls were a lime washed white. The bed was antique, made of carved dark wood. The sheets were white silk with a matching comforter. It was unmade. More paintings lined the walls haphazardly. When you were younger you used to cut pictures from magazines and tape them up to your own bedroom walls. He had seemingly done the same. 

You crawled onto the bed, swaying your hips as enticingly as you could manage. A hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled you back to the edge of the bed. You yelped as his hips hit your ass, cock bouncing against your cheeks.

"Remember  what I told you, Kotenok?" He pulled your panties down, calloused hands scraping against your thighs. "What to call me?"

"Kolya."

"Good girl." He dragged a hand down your back, knuckles bumping every ridge of your spine. You tried your best not to fidget under his touch, not to let the chill of the air or tickle of his fingers get to you. You heard clothing hit the floor behind you. You stared ahead, picking out one of the paintings to focus on. 

A young woman stared back at you, perched in a carriage and dressed in black, a feathered hat on her head. She looked upset, like you were unworthy of looking at her and you should avoid your gaze. 

Two fingers felt around your entrance. A shiver ran down your spine. You weren't wet enough, you knew that. You clung to the comforter, waiting for pain. 

"I told you to stop shaking. I said I wouldn't hurt you." He rubbed a hand across your ass. He sounded annoyed. You closed your eyes and pressed your face against the silk. It smelled clean and floral.

There was the snap of plastic and cold fingers prodding at your cunt.

"Shhh...I don't break the things I buy." He didn't admonish you for hiding your face as he scissored you open. He was almost tender, rubbing your hip with slow circles. His fingers curved to press against that soft spot inside you, pulling soft whines from you. "There we go, Kotenok."

You were pulled back again till your pelvis was hanging off the edge of the bed, toes curling around the plush of the rug. He ran the head of his cock between your folds, nudging at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, groaning loudly as you whimpered and fidgeted. Despite the preparation it was a stretch and burn. He held you down by your hips.

"Good girl," he purred with one last push. The head of his cock bumped against your cervix , causing you to clench in pain. It only spurred him to start thrusting. Your face dragged against the sheets as he rocked your entire body. His thrusts were hard and deep, like he wanted to mark the inside of you. 

"Close your eyes and let it happen. Most of them don't last long anyways," a girl said to you early on. You didn't remember her name or face anymore. 

You forced out moans every time his hips smacked against your ass. Arching your back so he could think he was pleasuring you. There was a modicum of pleasure, chasing it was too much effort, especially with unreceptive partners.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, hand dipping between your thighs. He pinched your clit till you cried out. His chin tucked against your shoulder, pushing his full weight against you. His body was hot and the thick hair on his chest scratched at your skin. 

"I don't like liars, Kotenok." He rubbed harsh circles till you moaned and shuddered. He hissed, "Cum on my cock or be quiet."

His other hand grabbed your shoulder and hauled you back up with him. Your back still pressed against his chest. Still rubbing your clit, he hooked an arm under yours and rested it between your breasts while holding your chin and forcing you to look upwards. There was a mirror on the ceiling. He smirked at you in the reflection. You dug your nails into your thighs, tears springing up in your eyes. It was horrific and erotic and disgusting and ugly and it made you wet. Some last threads of dignity snapping under the image of him fucking you. 

"Say my name," He panted.

"Kolya...please...Kolya."

"Want to come on my cock? Beg me for it." He licked your ear.

"Kolya please...please Kolya. I want to come. Please. Kolyaaaaa!"

You watched yourself as he forced you up to your peak, clenching around his cock. He laughed harshly and smacked your pussy. He held you up as your legs failed to support you any longer. You came hard, grabbing at his arms, manicured nails digging into his muscles. You would have thrashed about if he hadn’t had such a tight grip on you. 

He growled something in Russian before biting down on your shoulder. He filled you to the brim, his cock twitching inside your still clenching pussy. His cum was a familiar warm that leaked out around his cock and down your leg. He let go and you fell face forward against the bed.

"Catch your breath. I still want my money's worth." He patted the back of your thigh. You hiccuped softly as you regained sense. Limbs feeling heavy, your whole body stretched to its limit. 

You turned your head as he sat down a carafe of water and two glasses on the side table. 

“Need any?” He asked, filling his own glass. You nodded shyly. It was the first time you really saw him naked. He had a litany of tattoos across his chest and arms, too dark to make out details but you could see angels, skulls, cyrillic writing, a fighter jet, the virgin mary and a star on each of his knee caps. Near his groin was a pentagon with letters you couldn’t make out. A gold chain with an Orthodox cross hung around his neck. A layer of black body hair covered him, darkening everything even further. 

“Thank you.” You gulped down your glass, water dribbling down your chin. He wiped it away as he took your glass.

“On your hands and knees now,” He said, pushing back his hair. You faced the woman again, glaring back at her as you presented yourself to him. The mattress dipped behind you. He said something in Russian before pushing back inside you. 

You lost count of how many times he fucked you. You were pliant and submissive, following his lead as he bent you into whatever position he wanted. He was more virile than you expected. More gentle than you anticipated with a grossness you expected. The next time you asked for water he spit his glass into your mouth. He pinched and pulled but never bent you so hard you broke. Gagging, crying and cumming but never sobbing or screaming. 

You woke up sore. Dried cum and bite marks covering your body. He was sitting in an armchair in the corner, watching you sleep. He was already showered and dressed in a silk robe. 

"You’ll shower before you leave. Scrub well." He slapped your ass before shutting the bathroom door and locking it from the outside. 

Another extravagant room. Oxblood tiles and heated floors. A large marble counter and a mirror taking up most of the wall behind it.

It was a large shower but more importantly the water was hot. Not warm but hot. You could have cum just from feeling the jets against your skin. The body wash was luxurious - sweet and woody. You scrubbed well. These kinds of men didn't want their DNA wandering all over the place. 

There was a towel left for you but no clothes and your lingerie from last night was missing as well. He did leave a cup of tea for you on the bedside table. There were painkillers too. You took it all in one scalding gulp. 

You kept the towel wrapped around yourself as you walked back downstairs. You found him through the one open door in the hall.  He was sitting at the dining table, typing on a laptop, cup of espresso cooling next to him. 

"Come here, Kotenok." He tugged your towel till it fell to the floor. He tapped the inside of your thigh till you spread them. "Don't start shaking again. Need to make sure you cleaned up well."

You bit your lip. He spread you open with two fingers, tilting his head as he inspected you. You yelped when he forced a dry finger inside you, moving it around and dragging it against your walls. He pulled it out and stared at his finger for a moment before sticking in his mouth. 

"Good girl." He nodded and got a money clip from his pocket. "I like you. I'll see you again in a week."

He handed you five hundred pounds. You stared at King Charles in disbelief. You'd been tipped before but never this much. You would have to hide it. You didn’t know where but you had to. If he kept tipping you like this it could make a dent in your debt to Marcus and Arno. 

"Thank you, sir."

"Did I ask you a question?" He didn't look away from his computer.

"No...umm...Thank you, Kolya." An offering of affection, appease the god and receive bountiful gifts. 

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile. An actual smile. 

"If Arno takes that from you, tell me. That's your money. I paid him enough as is. Now go get dressed. Your car is here." He pointed back towards the front door.

You hurried off, afraid to go back to Marcus and Arno but also too scared of what Kolya would do if you delayed. 

Here is the rewritten part 1! Part 2 will go up in the next few days. If you have any questions, comments, thirst messages about this fic please send them. I love talking about Nikolai and his Kotenok.

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Child in Time

Chapter 12

Warnings: none

Chapter 1: link

Previous chapter: link

"Hey! No power tools until you're old enough to say 'power tools'!"

Cisco caught Eo's hand just before it reached the still-hot soldering iron and shifted him to his other hip. The baby let out a high-pitched squeak of protest, tiny brows furrowing.

"Technically, I think a soldering iron is classified as a hand tool," Caitlin said, drifting across the lab toward them. She offered a small wave to Eo, who promptly buried his face in Cisco's shirt. "What are you working on?"

Cisco gestured to Hartley's gauntlets. "Barry was right. Hartley was using sonic resonance. The intensity regulator's measuring decibels."

Caitlin held out her hands and Cisco passed the baby off without missing a beat. Eo whimpered softly as he changed hands, the bear slipping from under his arm and tumbling to the floor unnoticed. Cisco picked up a screwdriver to continue tinkering with the gloves and furrowed his brow. Caitlin caught the look, bouncing Eo lightly.

"What?"

"This is weird," Cisco muttered under his breath. "He had it on the lowest setting."

"What do you mean?"

"He could've completely destroyed his father's building if he wanted to in one blast," Cisco said, scowling at the gauntlets as though they'd personally offended him.

Caitlin shifted her hold, patting Eo's bottom gently. "So, why not just do it and leave? I mean, why stick around and run the risk of getting caught?"

Cisco paled, face falling with dread. "Unless he wanted to be caught."

Without another word, Cisco ran out of the Cortex, screwdriver clattering to the floor. Caitlin set Eo in his playpen and rushed to the main consoles, pressing the intercom button, just as the vibration from a small explosion shook the floor beneath her feet. "Dr. Wells! There's been a Pipeline breach!"

Cisco's sneakers squeaked as he slid around the corners, hoping to make it to the Pipeline before Hartley actually managed an escape. Another corner. And another. He grabbed the doorway to the Pipeline to catch himself and rushed up the ramp. Before he could reach it, the door was blasted open, sending Cisco flying off of his feet and slamming into the ground, knocking him out.

Hartley emerged, letting out an amused sound as he strode past the unconscious Cisco, his breathing even, expression calm - far too calm for someone who had just broken out of an illegal underground holding cell. His coat billowed slightly behind him as he walked through the halls quickly, purposefully, ignoring the sirens and emergency lights.

Once he'd arrived in the Cortex, he crept up behind Caitlin. She turned to face him anyway, startled, and he backhanded her, sending her falling to the floor, knocking her head against the console table. He returned his focus to the task at hand once he was certain she was out and all but ran to the table Cisco had been inspecting his gloves on.

A cursory once-over ensured they hadn't been tampered with too badly so Hartley popped the hidden USB drive out of the compartment in one of the gauntlets and made his way back to the main consoles to plug it in. With a few clicks, he had the information he needed downloading. The fans picked up as the computers worked, sending a spike of pain through his ears and into his brain. He grimaced, closing his eyes for a moment as the sound overwhelmed him.

Then, another sound caught his attention.

Hartley opened his eyes and glanced at the progress bar creeping slowly up on the screen before turning his attention to the medbay. The baby stared back, letting out another sad whimper, pressing his tiny face against the white mesh of the playpen, trying to reach the small bear plush dressed as the Flash that lay less than a foot away.

Hartley sighed as the infant squeaked and whimpered louder, crossing the room and picking up the tiny plush toy.

"Is this what you're after?" He wrinkled his nose as he examined the tiny lightning logo on the bear's chest. "God, he's so obsessed that he made a costume for a toy? Pathetic, Harrison." He dropped the toy into the playpen.

A second later Hartley found himself knocked off his feet, a yellow blur trailed by red lightning zipped through the medbay. By the time Hartley landed, the wind knocked out of him, the blur was gone.

So was the baby.

[ilkkawhat]

[Nick Stokes/Reader | 1,723 words | also on ao3 here | I have some of the best inspiring dreams ever, and a couple days ago I had one about a whumped Nick, though there's actually only a few things I took out of it to write this.]

You’ve been in this store before, although you really haven’t been.

“Attention shoppers.”

And you’ve never been in any store past closing, let alone, with all the lights off.

“Attention shoppers.”

You feel like there’s too much space between the aisles, and though the parking lot was scarce you can’t help but feel like someone will emerge from the shadows.

Or come up behind you, as goosebumps tickle your neck.

“Attention shoppers.”

You know better though, having been called here as back-up to investigate a live crime scene, that the owners of those lone cars will never drive them again. 

There’s one shopper left in the store however, and you and Grissom are heading straight towards the fast paced rickety cart wheels swimming through the darkness.

“Attention…shooooooppppppppers.”

The automated intercom call warbles out, having been looped likely not on purpose but rather a side effect of the supposed employee that was butchered and fell on top of the controls, according to the account given over the dispatch call. 

You also know that Nick Stokes was in this store when it happened. He was assigned to this case first, when it was just a petty burglary before it became a massacre.

Desperately, you want to call out to him. You already tried texting him, and got no response. From a tactical standpoint, the element of surprise is more apropos in this situation but your heart doesn’t give a damn. You just want to see Nick.

And you do see him, when your flashlight passes over the aisle of canned goods.

He’s there, on the floor. Face down. His face striped with blood. Cans are littered around him and one is broken near his head. 

“Nick!” you gasp, and run over. His body rises and falls ever so slightly, and he softly wheezes as you kneel next to him, wiping strands of hair out of the way of fluttering eyes and your shaking fingers are becoming sticky with the blood pouring out of the pulsing wound on his forehead. 

“Help….her…” he whispers to you in a strangled voice. His eyes roll behind their lids, falling victim to a void of consciousness.

Grissom, who was standing nearby during this time, transfers a bit of the radiation of his concern with a hand to your shoulder, in agreement to Nick’s request.

“We need to move,” Grissom tells you. “I think he’s close.”

“Uh-huh,” you nod shakily, and become Grissom’s heel, after quickly taking your gun out because Grissom doesn’t have his; just a flashlight and a white knuckled fist.

The chase continues down another long, dark aisle but the sound of squeaky wheels carrying weak-wired mesh grows louder. Your heart pounds harder, and faster. 

You turn back to look at Nick, and in those few seconds you somehow lose sight of Grissom.

Swearing under your breath, you pick up the pace and quickly shake your head between the rows, finding nothing but fallen items and shadows of fellow officers, but you nearly run into the sliding door that leads out into the garden section of the store.

“So…what are you making?” Grissom’s voice, a disguised disgust with equal intrigue, per his  norm of course but you wince as you worry he’s getting too close to the killer—

“Soup,” a strange voice answers simply. “You see my ingredients in the cart here…”

Speak of the devil, the killer is still shopping and throwing items into his cart…

That’s carrying a hopefully unconscious and not dead woman, her arms and legs hanging outside of the cart with various vegetables and meats and packets of flavoring and for some odd reason, large sacks of soil on top. She has a similar wound to Nick’s on her head, though you have no time to wonder what a Nick-flavored soup would have tasted like, as the conversation that you stopped paying attention to goes south, and both the killer and Grissom are suddenly gone—

You whip your head and hear splashes of water, your flashlight locates the source of the struggle below, in a large display of filled ponds and pools for backyard enjoyment, Grissom wrestles the killer and your instinct should tell you to either jump in and help, or draw your weapon and fire but—

BANG-BANG!

Grissom stops and you see the shock on his face in the handheld spotlight that traces the trajectory of the bullets that pinned the killer into the water, and also punctured the walls of the pool that drains away. 

Catherine stands breathless, a wordless exchange with Grissom and a side glance to you, freeing you from obligation as they begin to talk out loud—

“I’m going to check on Nicky,” you tell them, and run back towards the love of your life.

The main aisle seems longer than ever, the lights are flickering on and the eerie silence is replaced with chatter, radio chirps, and distant sirens that give you and odd sense of relief—you’re near the end of the story, the day is saved and more importantly—Nick is safe, for the second time in a far too short of time and this time it’s not dirt you’re sliding on to comfort him, but harsh, unforgiving lamination that you know you’ll feel in your knees later.

“Nicky, I’m back, she’s safe…” you half-lie because shit, you forgot to check on that victim and instead chose this one, but you do hear calls for an ambulance to take her.

You tap his cheeks, clammy and pale and still sticky. He’s not responding, and your heart stops beating. You look around the aisle, a halted shopping cart happens to have a case of water that you cut into, and pour onto Nick as if it’ll bring him to life—fortunately, it works; he sputters and rolls over onto his side, propping himself up and you sigh in relief. 

“What happened?” a new voice asks, feminine and Sofia’s behind you, ready to relay anything you tell her to the rest of the team.

“We found the perp, and the victim. Cath got him after he tussled with Grissom. Nick here, well…I don’t…” you start bumbling your words, Nick scrunches his face and wipes blood out of his eyes.

“I tried to stop him,” he says in a strained voice, one arm cradles his stomach. “Asshole rammed me with that damn cart and a stupid can fell on my head…”

Nervously, you mutter, “Guess you really got cantripped, huh?” in attempt to lighten the mood. You’re not sure if Nick actually heard it.

“Heard you were the one who caught him in the act, that true?” Sofia asks. Nick nods and your heart pangs. As if the both of you don’t see enough dead horrors as it is, it’s harder to witness live ones.

“Found him cause he was the only guy who didn’t run out of the store when I triggered the alarm.”

“Alarm? There’s nothing ringing…” 

“Yeah, cause I used that intercom to tell everyone to evacuate,” Nick clears his throat and adds a bit of deep authority to his voice, “‘Attention shoppers, please get the hell out of the store if you want to stay alive.’”

You can’t help but laugh, “You did not!” 

“Course I did. How else would you get the shoppers out?” Nick almost smiles himself, before he reigns himself in. “That’s when the bullet hit the poor John that fell onto the panel, and I took off towards it.”

You stare daggers into Nick’s avoiding gaze, both admiring his bravery but admonishing his stupidity for running towards danger. But he’ll get that earful later. Or sooner, as Sofia puts away her notepad.

“Thanks, Nick. I’m gonna check in with Gil and Catherine. Make sure you get checked out, okay?” Sofia raises her eyebrows and points at Nick’s forehead.

“I’m fine,” Nick waves off.

“You’re not!” you harshly whisper as Sofia walks away. “The hell were you thinking, running towards the gunfire?” 

“It’s our job, baby,” Nick tells you. 

“Nuh-uh, their job,” you point to the uniformed officers. “We’re supposed to come after.”

“But, they can’t always—”

“Neither can you!” you interrupt. You stand up and Nick takes the opportunity to pull your arm and lift himself up with you. 

“Alright, alright, I get it…”

“I don’t think you do, but before we lay this to rest…what if a bullet hits you?”

“Then I’ll just walk it off, like I’m walking this cantripped bullshit off.”

“You’re not invincible.”

“I know that,” Nick tone become sour and frustrated and you feel his muscles tense up. “And you know that I’m damn well aware of that, too.”

You sigh, but notice that he isn’t shrugging you off just yet. You can see a shimmer in his eyes and feel a wave of guilt wash over you. 

He’s hurt more than he’s willing to admit.

I wasn’t strong enough, you remember the broken words amidst tears that fell onto your chest, soaking into your clothes. 

You know it’s gonna take a hell of a lot more than a small head wound for him to get to that point again, but feel the need to comfort and lighten the mood nonetheless.

"You know…it’s a good thing you shaved that stache," you say, once again stroking loose strands of hair out of his reddened, dampened eyes. "Make you look like you're a redhead, at least in facial hair."

"Well, I am attracted to redheads..." Nick smiles coyly and you playfully swat his chest, before he reels you in for a tight hug.

“I’m sorry I scared you,” he whispers.

“It’s okay. I know you don’t give up that easily,” you tell him with a soft kiss to the side of his face. 

“And neither do you,” he reminds you with a kiss of his own.

You both stand there for a solid minute of silence, and you lean further in, but the slight movement of your body seems to scare him, and he somehow grips you tighter.

“Don’t let go,” he asks of you. “Don’t let go, please…”

“I made that promise to you a long time ago, Nick. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he tells you, and he takes you out of the almost nightmarish, liminal dreamscape into the best fantasy you could ever dream of.

[ask-painter]

Horrid yowling fills the air, the lights flickering long before it's eventual arrival.

A series of thuds ring out, a sound like that of a derailing train blocks out all other noise momentarily. The heavy downfall of bone-sharp claws not quite touching the ground yet reaching just enough to scrape the concrete and leave deep marks behind.

Then, the horrid screeching dies down as the monster nearly crashes into a wall but manages to skid to a halt just before that, shaking it's maned head, it's many eyes losing their silver glow as it slowly, steadily, calms itself, small droplets of blood dripping from its jagged teeth as its unhinged jaws closed. Telltale signs of its hunting, of course...

Pandemonium blinks slowly, orienting itself. It looks to the door, one of the large metal doors of heavy containment just outside the room it had bounded into, as if checking to see if it had been followed. No one... good...

Well, he thought no one had been here, til he slowly turned and looked at the computer in its little... baby jail of a cell, doodled eyes staring at him through the mesh of a metal fence.

Oops.

Pande hadn't exactly- met Painter face to face before. Or, well, face to fence to screen. Sure, he knew of the ai, had heard it's voice over the intercoms so many times- acquaintances? Was that a good term to describe them?

Either way, it hadn't meant to end up in the computers little side room.

"Oh..." Pandemonium began, his voice exceptionally quieter than his previous hellish roars. "My... apologies... I- didn't know you were here..."

That was true at least- Pandemonium had been in heavy containment, sure, one of the many heavy containment sections of the blacksite was where it used to be contained infact- but it hadn't been anywhere near Painters cell, and it sure as hell never went near it's own, old cell. Usually it probably ran right by- it had been in this corridor before, just... not in this room.

And, for a moment, the towering rotting beast loomed in the doorway as if he had been caught sneaking into the kitchen late at night, unsure of- what exactly to say, really.

Awkward...

- @knockknock-itspandemonium

[OOC Mod Silver: Hi!!! Hello!!!! Have a pande!!!! Hes come to visit the computer in its silly little minecraft villager jail /silly]

He's startled at first when he hears the claws make contact with the ground. Coming face to face with Pandemonium with only a cage between them? The very entity that could break through barriers? If he could shrink back, he would. No Anglers had ever stepped inside here, let alone Pandemonium. What changed?

Oh. And then he speaks. He'd only heard the yowls, the screams, the rushing and the noises of its victims. Never had the two of them been alone in a room together, especially on speaking terms? pAInter's fear gives way to confusion, bewilderment. He swore these things acted on hunger, on instinct. But hearing one speak? What in the...

He doesn't have enough enough of his wits about him to snark really. He just kind of gapes, scribbly eyes wide and mouth open as if he got interrupted mid-sentence.

What does he say? He never expected to be put on the spot by Pandemonium of all people? Things? All he knew was that this felt like the world was turned on its head.

"Uh, where else would I be?"

That joke felt weird. Why did he joke? It wasn't technically a lie, per say. Why did he do that?!

[chaewandz]

ROSE - chapter 12: niki or riki?

synopsis: after she turns 18, y/n’s parents arrange a competition for young suitors in her town to compete for her love, a family tradition that brought about her parents’ marriage. twelve men are selected, but who will win her heart?

“do we know what the party theme is?” niki asked, staring blankly at his kingdom-supplied wardrobe.

“no but it’s a party. have you never been to a party?” sunoo questioned, already fully dressed. niki sighed.

“not my kind of thing. but clearly it’s your scene…” niki mumbled, watching as sunoo posed in all kinds of angles in his mirror for no one but himself.

“you clearly need my help. let me see what they’ve given you.” sunoo gleefully stood up and clapped, skipping over towards niki’s closet.

niki pressed his lips together in a thin line, not sure how this was going to end up.

on the other side of the castle on the highest floor, princess y/n and her self-appointed ‘assistants’ danced around her bedroom, picking out different dress options.

“not that one- I wore that to a banquet last month.” y/n sighed, vetoing a light blue gown made of silk with little daisies sprinkling down the trim.

“okay what HAVENT you worn.” joonie defeatedly questioned, flopping onto y/n’s leather couch under her bay window.

“honestly who knows.” y/n admitted, laughing.

“alright I know you hate doing this but you’re gonna have to if you want an outfit…” youngeun suggested.

“ugh but it feels so….” y/n trailed off.

“princess-like? well yes!!!” sakura finished.

“fine.” y/n gave up, walking over to the telephone system by her bedroom door that connected to the castle guards.

“good afternoon princess y/n! how can I make your acquaintance today?” the guard on the other line cheerfully spoke.

“hello sir! could you please send up the wardrobe and makeup artists? we need some party outfits!” y/n requested.

“of course princess! they will be up in no less than five minutes along with some refreshments.”

“thank you so much!” y/n politely hung up the baby pink telephone and walked back to the girls, slightly embarrassed.

“come on y/nnie!! the wardrobe and makeup artists LOVE to assist you, it’s literally their job! in fact it’d be more disrespectful if you DIDNT ask for their help!!” isa pointed out.

“I guess that’s true… I just feel demanding.” y/n admitted.

“you should be excited!! also, did I hear that they’re bringing us snacks???” joonie excitedly wondered.

“are you only friends with me because of my snacks???” y/n accused, laughing.

before joonie could respond, a knock at the door cut through the girls’ laughter.

“that was much faster than five minutes- did they teleport here??” sakura asked, appalled.

“adora magic!” y/n giggled, getting up to open the door.

two hours later, y/n stood in the golden three paneled mirror at the back of her walk-in closet.

“I feel like I’ve worn too much pink recently..” y/n admitted.

“but it’s your color!” marjorie, y/n’s wardrobe assistant brightly declared.

y/n wore a floor length tulle dress in an ombré of pinks, it had a corset bodice paired with ruffled straps. it was gorgeous.

“thank you marjorie.” y/n smiled, bending down from the mirrored platform to give her a hug.

on the other side of the castle, niki and sunoo were restlessly playing games in their shared room. niki was now dressed in a black suit, the jacket had a sparkly beading pattern that sparkled when the light it just right. he (or rather, sunoo) chose to pair it with silver necklaces and a short dangling earring.

sunoo was also wearing a black suit, his had a black mesh vest underneath and he wore silver rings on nearly every finger.

after silently playing rock paper scissors for what felt like forever, they had now moved on to playing chopsticks repeatedly because it was the only game they could think of that wouldn’t mess up their outfits. before they began their next round, a bell rang throughout the castle, followed by a voice on the castle’s intercom.

“good evening gentlemen! I hope you had a successful time at selecting your outfits for tonight’s party! now if you would please report to the castle’s second floor ballroom, we can began tonight’s festivities! see you there gentlemen!” an excited guard spoke.

niki and sunoo nervously stood up and took one last glance at the mirror before leaving their bedroom and heading down to the second floor ballroom. they weren’t entirely certain of their way, they just followed the pattern of guards lining the halls.

the second floor ballroom was decorated wall to wall with golden and pastel shades. there was a dance floor located in the center of the room, and tables marked with name tags for each suitor. there was a buffet the length of two walls, covered in food. multiple waiters stood behind the buffets organizing plates and preparing to serve drinks. the princess sat on an elevated platform located at the front of ballroom, which she protested against non-stop, thinking it was far too much for a party.

as two guards entered through the double doors at the back of the ballroom, the six winning members of the blue team entered, smiling from ear to ear.

niki nervously played with his rings and slowly looked up at the princess, now standing in the center of the dance floor, hands nervously placed behind her back as she smiled at the suitors.

the six men now stood in a line before here, unsure of what to do next.

“good evening!” princess y/n grinned, looking at each of them. “shall we dance?” she asked, excitedly.

the men all nodded and y/n looked off to the side, signaling for her friends to join her on the dance floor.

“this is going to sound weird… but as I dance with one of you, the rest of you will dance with my lovely friends… does that makes sense?? it’s only so you don’t just awkwardly stand and watch me with dance with someone else!” she laughed nervously.

“also! it’s so we can get to know you!” sakura interjected, mischievously giggling.

the boys all laughed along, pairing up with the person stood across from them.

niki was the first to dance with the princess, grinning as he stepped forward to meet her.

“niki!” she said, placing her hands on his shoulders. “do you remember anything from the first time we danced?”

“I remember being terrified of you…” niki chuckled, making the princess laugh as well as he placed his hands around her waist.

“you were so nervous- but today you danced so well???”

niki shyly looked at his feet.

“oh not this again- niki we need to have a nice conversation face to face!” she laughed.

“if I must…” he jokingly rolled his eyes.

it was funny how the two of them immediately got along well, sharing the same sense of humor and banter.

“oh by the way- the first time we met you introduced yourself as riki but now I keep calling you niki… like even the guards call you that now…” she awkwardly admitted.

“I was wondering why you were doing that!! I just assumed you forgot my name…” niki confessed.

“honestly I technically did.” she laughed.

“wow… so I’m just that forgettable.” niki jokingly whispered.

“oh relax. how could I forget your inability to make eye contact with me while dancing!” she teased.

“that’s foul.” he laughed. “but look how good I’m doing now!” he wiggled his eyebrows at her, making her burst into laughter.

“you’re weird riki!”

“I thought my name was niki though?”

the two made jokes back and forth and kept laughing, dancing together longer than they were actually meant to.

this was because while the girls were dancing with the other suitors, they kept a secretive watchful eye on y/n and niki, each sharing a mischievous glance as they noticed the chemistry between the two. the four girls wordlessly agreed to continue dancing with the other suitors that y/n and niki could keep dancing.

“we have been dancing an awfully long time…” y/n curiously pointed out, minutes later.

“is this your way of telling me you’re tired of me?” niki accused.

“yes! I want to eat food.” she laughed.

“okay well you’re the princess, it’s your call!”

“I guess that’s true…”

“i promise I won’t be offended if you want to go eat food.”

“you will be offended though!” the princess pointed out.

“am I that transparent??” niki chuckled, pretending to be offended.

“oh whatever. I guess I can keep dancing with you. as insufferable as you are…”

“sorry what was that last part?” niki raised his eyebrows.

“I said as great and wonderful as you are!!” she laughed.

“right… right…” he nodded, suspicious.

after a moment of silence the two began laughing again. even making eye contact made the pair burst into laughter. they got along so well even though they hadn’t known each other very long.

eventually they quieted down and smiled at each other, not saying a word as they danced. just smiling at each other.

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authors note: squad i wrote this one in one day that’s crazy it usually takes me forever.. FINALLY NIKI AND YN CONTENT!! And yes I added that thing where yn messes up his name BECAUSE I REALIZED I INTRODUCED HIM AS RIKI BUT IVE BEEN WRITING HIM AS NIKI LOL so that’s my bad oops

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synopsis: after she turns 18, y/n’s parents arrange a competition for young suitors in her town to compete for her love, a family tradition that brought about her parents’ marriage. twelve men are selected, but who will win her heart?

[shadofiredragon]

Legends Never Die

{ I would like to award @000marie198 for excellent performance as beta reader and editorial supporter. Another wonderful chapter because of your great work friend. }

Part 1 ~ Immortal Escape

Chapter 4 - Hacked~

( Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 5 )

Kit strolled through the dark halls, his ears flicking back and forth on high alert for any sounds of approaching footsteps.

He'd already passed by three scientists, two guards and a postman. None of which payed him any mind. It was too early for anyone else to be up, and even Kit was finding it hard to keep his eyelids from drooping.

"How much longer?" a voice whined in his ear, instantly kicking his mind back into wakefulness.

"Not much longer," Kit whispered, glancing down an adjoining hall before turning left, "Quit your whining."

A tiny huff and a hardly audible mumbling could be heard from the communication device tucked inside his ear. The voice apparently not willing to argue at the moment.

Kit was glad for the silence, his senses scanning his surroundings for any possible dangers.

Eventually he came across a hall, lined on each side by windows embedded with a chain link mesh; a cheap way out of buying legitimate bullet proof glass. Though, Kit would admit, the glass would at least stop anyone physically trying to brute force their way into the rooms beyond.

Behind the glass, were dark rooms, completely unoccupied at the moment. Tall, whirring machinery sat idling against the walls, their lights blinking on and off as the processors spun to life. The box-like machines were protected by a heavy duty plastic, and long desks stood in rows in front of them. Black wires attached the machines to ports propped on the desks, leading to computer like devices with curving black screens.

No one was there.

Kit turned to one of the doors, turning its handle with a resounding click. The door opened silently, and Kit glanced up and down the empty hall before stepping inside, closing the door behind him with yet another jarring click.

His eyes scanned the rows of desks and lifeless screens before picking one farther back to the right. Relatively out of sight from the doorway, and a place he assumed would be least conspicuous.

Hurrying his way to the port, he sat himself down in the swivel chair, the wheels rumbling as he slid up to the desk in one smooth motion. With a flourish he clicked the power button, a green light at the top of the screen blinking on.

He waited for the screen to light up, bathing his face in blue hues.

A code bar popped up, requiring a password. Kit typed it in, almost rolling his eyes at how easy it was.

"You'd think they'd at least make me hack it," he muttered.

"What was that?" The voice over the intercom asked teasingly, "Don't tell me you're bored out there playing undercover cop!"

Kit didn't respond, watching as the screen notified him to several different running programs as well as a tab requesting him to wait patiently while it fully connected to G.U.P database.

"Because that's certainly not how I would feel. But hey! You could stay back here if that'd help!"

"We both know that's not an option."

Silence. Then a suspicious,

"Do we...?"

"Well I do. And I've tried to tell you. So it's not my fault if you haven't been listening."

"Yeesh... Someone needs their coffee..."

Kit didn't respond, but an amused smile tempted the corner of his muzzle.

A long sigh in his ear. "Will it be much longer now?”

"Be patient, I'm connecting to the main server."

"Can't you just plug 'Mega in right now and get it started?"

"This incessant speech is causing unnecessary distraction. Requesting permission to mute him." Omega's voice came over the comm now.

Kit snickered at the indignant sputtering from the other voice.

"That's alright, Omega. I think I've lived with him long enough now that I've built an immunity to his nonstop talking."

"Hey!"

"Very well."

A huff. "So... Why can't you just plug Omega in and let him get a head start.?"

Kit released a breath, "Because for as amazingly unprotected these computers are, they're terribly finicky. If I plug the drive in, and Omega tries to access the computer before it's fully connected, the whole thing will shut down."

A thoughtful, "Oh."

The screen whirred. Finally the connection had completed and Kit grinned giddily, folding his hands together and stretching them out, the joints of his fingers letting out muted pops.

"I'm in."

"About time..." The voice muttered.

Kit decided to ignore him, reaching into his uniform's chest pocket and pulling out the uniquely marked device.

Pressing a tiny button on the side, a tiny antennae flipped up, and with a quick swipe he plugged the device into the computer port.

"Okay, 'Mega. Let's get cracking."

"Affirmative. Initiating download."

Dead silence could be heard over the comm. Omega's computer consciousness busy navigating the G.U.P database, and Tails busy breaking through as many coded files as possible.

"...Well, as fascinating as it is to sit here and listen to you both wordlessly hack into the most pretentious government agency on Mobius- I think I'm going to make some breakfast. I'm famished."

Kit chuckled, "No one's stopping you."

"Stopping who?"

Kit nearly lifted three inches off the chair, his whole body jerking to face the voice that had suddenly materialized beside him.

A grey wolf stood next to him, his posture relaxed with one hand shoved in his uniform pocket and another holding a mug with the words 'Computer Nerd #1' scrawled across the side. Despite the heaviness in his eyes his ears were pointed forward, curiosity dragging his hazel gaze between the fox and the glowing screen.

"Oh, uuuhh," Kit glanced at the screen, grateful that the words were small and the open windows stacked haphazardly on top of each other, "N-no one."

He laughed awkwardly, leaning forward and propping his elbow onto the desk, which in turn propped up his head.

"It's just early. And with no one else here, it's hard not to strike up a conversation with the equipment."

"Mmm."

The wolf took a loud sip from his coffee. Looking perfectly comfortable where he was.

"Tails? You good? Did someone catch you?! You need me to bail you out?! Blink twice if you need me to bail you out! I'll be there in five seconds!"

Kit tried not to react to the incessant voice in his ear, which was sounding way more excited than it should have.

Kit patted the desk with his free hand, leaning back so his head wasn't resting on his hand.

"Ya know how it is right? Sometimes these girls just need a bit of encouragement in the morning." He gestured to the computer.

The wolf's eyes seemed to lighten a bit.

"Oh yeah. I talk to my girl all the time. Got the fastest processor in this Bestia tech-center. I upgraded her myself."

Kit found himself relaxing, until a flash of suspicion crossed the wolf's hazel stare.

"But what are you doing here? I don't recognize you. And usually the interns or volunteers arrive later in the day."

"Oh, well, you see..."

"I just realized I can't actually see if you've blinked twice, so you'll have to tell me. Now tell me the truth-! Have you blinked twice?!"

Kit resisted the urge to grind his teeth.

"I've- actually been here for a while now. I'm mostly just moved around to inspect the bases and such. Ya know, make sure the training programs are up to current protocol, updating software systems, double checking sanitation standards."

Kit shrugged.

"And, ya know. Make sure things run smoothly."

The wolf's eyes had widened in awe and surprise.

"Dang," he whistled. "Sounds like a rough job."

Kit exhaled, relieved that his cover story was still working.

"They make you work insane hours too?" The wolf slowly began to amble away, though his face was still respectfully turned to face the fox.

Kit nodded, purposefully turning his gaze back to the screen, and tapping on the keyboard.

"Actually, I'm headed somewhere else later today. But I haven't been able to check the computer systems yet, so I wanted to get that done before I left."

"Absolutely understandable. My station's over here."

Kit only stole a side glance, noting with satisfaction that the station was ahead and to the far left, across the room from him.

"If you need anything, just let me know!"

"Thanks," Kit replied, his voice nearly a mutter.

"You still haven't answered me-!" A small gasp. "Are they keeping you from talking?! Don't worry, I'll be right there-"

"Don't even think about it," Kit hissed, keeping his voice low and ears erect. He wasn't too keen on being caught unawares a second time.

A low mutter he couldn't quite make out was mumbled with much chagrin. Kit promptly ignored it.

"Omega, what's your progress.?"

A beat of silence.

"I have thoroughly scanned and reviewed all available documents."

"And?"

"No beneficial data has been detected."

Kit felt himself deflate.

"What about, like, the high security stuff?" The voice in his ear offered uncertainly, "Aren't there usually some top secret files or something?"

Kit shook his head, "None that we haven't been able to hack into," he breathed, ear twitching in irritation.

"I cannot help but question how much G.U.N actually trusts this inferior organization. All of the information I have collected from our multiple infiltrations have been vastly disappointing."

"Trust..." Kit muttered, Omega's words tickling a thought in his brain. "Inferior..."

His head jerked up with a gasp, which he quickly tried to stifle before the wolf noticed, his hand clapping over his muzzle.

His eyes darted over to the wolf's station, but the Mobian hadn't seemed to notice. Relief pooled in his chest as he pulled his transmitting device out of its slot, wiping the computer's log of activity and powering it down.

He stood up, pushing the chair away from the desk and tucking the drive back into his vest pocket.

Glancing around once, he stretched and nonchalantly headed out the door.

"All good here!"

"Sweet!" The wolf swiveled around in his chair, giving Kit a thumbs up, "Hey, put in a good word for me to the big guys?"

Kit hesitated, hand on the handle. "Uh, yeah. Sure."

He stepped back out into the hallway, the door clicking closed behind him.

"Soooooo you got a plan?"

Kit grimaced, striding through the maze of a base.

"If you want to call it that."

"Will it involve taking the offensive?"

"Not in the way you mean."

"What're you thinking.?"

"Remember my theory about the government slowly disassociating Mobians from Humans?"

A long groan.

"Come on. That's just a conspiracy!"

"A well calculated one, if my resources are accurately documented."

"Conspiracy or not, I wouldn't put it past G.U.N to back it up. And based on the way they've specifically separated Mobians and Humans in their G.U.P bases, it wouldn't surprise me at all."

Kit turned down another hall, noting the gradual growth of activity as more Mobians began to roam the halls.

"Okay, so what? Even if any of that stuff were true, which I think is ridiculous, how is that gonna help us?"

Kit nodded respectfully to two female operatives passing him.

"It's all about trust. If G.U.N is really starting to lean toward discrimination against Mobians, it makes sense that they'd limit Mobian access to their database."

"So you're gonna break into the Human's half, and hope their database has what we're looking for."

Kit found the hall opening up into a sort of lobby. Elevators lined one wall, and he eyed the ceiling, his sharp eyes searching for cameras. There were several.

"Yup. That's the plan," his eyes probed the shadows, "Omega? Can you hack the cameras at the elevators?"

"I am capable of completing the request. Five seconds."

Kit started the clock in his head.

"And what if G.U.N simply doesn't like sharing its top secret information with its much smaller organization?"

Kit bit his lip.

"Then, we'll have to figure that out..." Which meant they'd probably have to break into G.U.N directly.

"Cameras no longer pose a threat. I suggest you proceed quickly."

"I call getting to bust into G.U.N HQ first!"

Kit's snout wrinkled, the voice, besides rudely overlapping Omega's, sounded way too cheerful. He strode forward, hoping no one would see him.

You belong here. You have authority. There's no reason to question you, repeated inside his mind as he straightened his posture and headed toward the wall of elevators.

"I'm not going over this again," he muttered, jabbing the button with his thumb.

"Why not? You seem to be able to go over it every other time I want to have fun."

"Then you know why my answer stays 'no'."

There was a defeated sigh, and Kit almost felt bad as he heard the spark of excitement die out of the voice.

"Okay okay. So, how are you planning to get through the human section?"

A chime sounded and the doors opened smoothly to the sides. Kit stepped in, the warm yellow light greeting him as he jammed the button to close the doors.

"Do you require assistance in locating the computer facility for the human sector?"

Kit exhaled. "Actually- yeah. That would be nice."

"Acknowledged. Pulling up base blueprints."

The elevator doors slid closed and Kit exhaled a breath of relief before unbuckling his belt and slipping his pants down.

"I'm gonna have to disguise myself."

He fiddled with the pant legs, trying to gauge whether one was larger than the other. Dubbing that neither were more favorable than the other, he decided that his left leg would better handle the discomfort he was about to place himself in.

"Disguise? What are you… No. No way. You can't be serious!”

Kit grimaced, twisting around and pulling his soft fox tail into his hands, smoothing the fur down as the elevator smoothly ascended.

"Serious as the last turkey on thanksgiving."

"But- how are you- what about-!"

The panic was overly evident. And it only made Kit more frustrated as he gently pushed his tail into his left pant leg, trying to wrap the appendage around his leg and smooth it down so it was as small as possible.

"Yes I'm fully aware. I'm already working on it."

"Working on it?! What does that even mean?!"

"I am also curious as to the nature of your solution to this problem."

Kit sighed, patting down some of the fur turned backwards in an attempt to make himself as close to comfortable as possible.

"I'm stuffing it in my pant leg."

"And how do you know that'll work?”

Kit tediously began to pull the pants back up, guiding it over the additional appendage.

"I don't. But I don't really have many other ideas."

"Tails,” the voice was dead serious, "If someone notices-“

"They won't."

Kit refastened the pants securely around his waist, straightening and smoothing out the uniform. He took a deep breath, letting it out slow. He didn't have a mirror. The shiny interior of the elevator would have to do.

The elevator slowed to a gentle stop.

Now or never.

He focused on his appearance, imagining a short man. Freckles. Dusty blonde hair with a strawberry tint.

The doors slid open and Kit stiffened. Humans. Walking casually past him. Not giving him a second thought. As their chattering figures retreated down the adjoining hall, Kit poked his head out of the elevator.

"'Mega, you're in the system still?"

"Affirmative. Though I only have limited access."

"Can you see me in the cameras?"

"If you can, pull the feed up here will you 'Mega?"

"Request acknowledged. Processing. Visual connection established."

"Okay, I'm at the elevator. I'm going to step out- you need to tell me if I'm all good to go. Okay?"

"Got it."

"Affirmative."

Kit glanced both ways one last time before timidly stepping out of the safe confines of the metal elevator.

"Well..?" he whispered.

"Well. You did it."

Kit felt a weight slide off his shoulders.

"Perfect." He strode forward more confidently. He belonged here. "Omega? I'll be needing those directions if you don't mind."

"Affirmative. At the next hall take a left."

Kit obeyed.

"You look weird as a human…”

"No criticizing my disguise, I couldn't see myself clearly in the elevator," he turned left, noticing another branching hallway ahead of him, "Turn here?"

"Negative. At the next juncture you will need to take a right."

"Got it."

If the Mobian section of the base was a maze, the human section was a labyrinth. It was frustrating that G.U.P seemed to refuse to use a similar floor plan, making each base uniquely confusing. Even Omega would get him turned around, the blueprints going against what was actually constructed. A couple of times Kit had to nervously pardon himself from suspicious glances, laughing at how confusing the place was for someone so new. Thankfully no one pressed him any further. Content to ignore the idiotic new recruit in favor of getting back to their jobs.

As he walked, Kit kept adding more increments to his height. Slowly growing from a little-more-than-waist-high-midget, to just-a-little-shorter-than-shoulders-average. It was weird seeing the world from a higher height. He could have easily looked over a crowd of average mobians.

Was this how Vector felt..?

"The computer lab is located directly ahead to the left."

It wasn't two seconds after Omega made the comment, that Kit spotted his objective.

Long windows lined the wall giving passersby a clear view into the large room packed full of desks, monitors and humming machinery. There was a station for phone calls, the humans behind those desks outfitted with their own headsets as they clacked away at their computers.

Others sat at their monitors while a human would shuffle papers back and forth, seemingly at random.

Kit knew there had to be a reason so many people were in there at once, he just wished he knew what it was.

He swallowed the nervous lump in his throat and gripped the handle.

"Omega? Can you unlock the door.?"

"I am fully capable. However, doing so may alert security, considering the amount of tampering I have already partaken in."

"And using my Mobian clearance badge would almost definitely alert security. Probably a lot faster than hacking it."

"Tails-"

"Just do it Omega."

"…Unlocking computer room door momentarily."

The light turned green and the handle clicked with the sound of the lock disengaging. Taking a sharp inhale, Kit opened the door and stepped inside. A chorus of tapping keys and mumbling voices enveloped him.

"Careful in there.."

When was he not.?

Kit pushed back the irritation, forcing himself to keep a bored expression.

He belonged here. He'd done this before. There was nothing special or memorable about him.

He slid into an empty space, not daring to look at the human two seats to his right. More humans slid into the room and if Kit had fur it would've bristled and a strange chill skittered down his spine when his ears didn't twitch towards the noise.

His fingers flew across the keyboard. The fur on his tail scraped and poked at his bare, human skin, making his seated position even more itchy and uncomfortable. A bead of nervous sweat dripped down the side of his face as he hacked past G.U.P's firewalls, praying that past at all he would find a mutual server, linking both networks together.

The computer screen lit up, and Kit had to bite back a cheer of victory as relief lifted his heart in a flood of emotion.

"This is it.! I'm in!" He whispered, glancing to his left and right cautiously while he reached into his uniform pocket and pulled out the device from before. Half a second was all he needed to find a port, and the device was plugged in.

He and Omega raced against the clock, checking file after file, folder after folder, digging deeper and deeper into G.U.N.'s database.

Every second that passed felt like a step closer to finding what they were looking for- but for every file they broke into, Kit felt a terrible sense of dread. Every moment he sat there, was a moment more for someone to catch on. For someone in G.U.P defense to realize that a malfunction occurred in the tech lab's door lock. That an unknown AI was surging through their network. That an imposter was surfing their most private, top secret files.

Even worse, Kit was worried that G.U.N would notice someone hacking into their system from within their own child organization. That they'd cut him off. That they'd figure out what he wanted. And then everything would be for naught.

He gnawed his lower lip, fighting back the urge to twist his tail nervously.

He broke into another file, hacking past the protection protocols and 'top secret' failsafes like a technological lumberjack.

The file burst open. A slew of detailed records, journal entries, photos, even clipped videos.

Kit's eyes widened, and he immediately hurried to download the file onto the drive.

Stress crashed against excitement, and he wasn't aware of his foot tapping hurriedly against the floor as he watched the percentage slowly tick upwards.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the computer let out a happy ding. The download bar read 100% and as quickly as it was in, Kit took it out.

His heart pounded in his ears while he wiped the computer, erasing any evidence of his hack, and powered it off. He desperately hoped that he didn't look as panicked as he felt, pushing away from the desk and walking towards the door.

Even striding through the corridors with the drive pressed in his palm was enough to make him feel dizzy.

They did it. Finally, after all these years, they'd found him.

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Barca at Godrej MSR City, Shettigere Mediterranean-Inspired Luxury Living in Devanahalli, Bangalore

Project by: Godrej Properties Location: Shettigere, Devanahalli, North Bangalore Configuration: 2, 3 & 4 BHK Apartments Project Status: New Launch Starting Price: On Request Total Area: 62 Acres (Phase 1: 19 Acres) Total Units (Phase 1): 1961 Units Launch Phase: 6 Towers | 31 Wings | G+12 Floors

Project Overview

Barca at Godrej MSR City is an exclusive township nestled in Shettigere, Devanahalli, Bangalore, offering premium Mediterranean-style 2, 3 & 4 BHK apartments designed for those who value sophistication and tranquility. Spread over a massive 62-acre area with 20 acres of greenery and 70% open space, the project is poised to redefine urban living in North Bangalore.

Key Highlights:

Mediterranean-themed township with breezy balconies & sunlit spaces

Massive open space with lush landscaping

Located just off NH44 (Bellary Road)

Easy access to Kempegowda International Airport & Doddajala Metro

5 Clubhouses with 1.5 lakh sq. ft. of amenities

Integrated township with schools, hospitals, coworking & recreational zones

Apartment Configurations

Apartment Type

Size (Sq. Ft.)

No. of Units (Phase 1)

Highlights

2 BHK

1186 - 1292 sq. ft.

870 Units

Private balconies, compact yet spacious

3 BHK (2 Bath)

1585 - 1626 sq. ft.

558 Units

Ideal for growing families

3 BHK (3 Bath)

1842 - 1876 sq. ft.

533 Units

Dual balconies, perfect for luxury seekers

Location Advantages

Schools Nearby: Canadian International School, Vidyashilp Academy

Healthcare: Saralaya Hospitals, New Manasa Hospital

Work Hubs: Devanahalli Business Park, Aerospace SEZ

Entertainment: Phoenix Mall of Asia, The Galleria

The Devanahalli micro-market is witnessing rapid growth in infrastructure and property value appreciation, making Barca a high-potential investment.

Amenities – Designed for All Age Groups

Clubhouses & Fitness: 5 Clubhouses | Modern Gyms | Yoga & Meditation Court

Sports & Recreation: Tennis, Futsal, Pickleball, Mini Golf, Net Cricket, Sand Volleyball, Skating

Kids & Seniors: Aqua Park, Sand Pit, Wall Climbing, Butterfly Garden, Kids Arena, Senior Citizen Zone

Community Living: Outdoor Amphitheatre, Plaza with Fountain, Lawn Seating, Cabana, Gazebo, Pet Park

Work from Home: 10,000 sq. ft. Business Center with co-working spaces

Sustainability & Lifestyle: Over 20 acres of greenery, Tree Canopies, Walking & Cycling Tracks

Apartment Specifications

Flooring: Vitrified (600x600 mm) throughout

Toilets: Anti-skid tiles, ceramic dado, Jaquar/American Standard fittings

Kitchen: Provision for water purifier, chimney, exhaust (no sink/platform)

Balcony & Utility: Anti-skid tiles, parapet wall, utility sink in 2 & 3 BHKs

Doors & Windows: Fire-resistant pre-hung doors, UPVC windows with mosquito mesh

Safety: Smoke detector in kitchen, sprinkler system, video door phone (Zunpulse), intercom

Power Backup: 2BHK – 4.0kW EB & 0.8kW DG | 3BHK – 5.0kW EB & 1.0kW DG

Why Invest in Barca at Godrej MSR City?

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Sammenlign Guardio Freebirds BT og SENA Tufftalk M – to toppvalg for profesjonell hørselsbeskyttelse med Bluetooth og tilpasningsevne. Finn ut hvilken som passer best for dine behov!

Guardio Freebirds BT vs. SENA Tufftalk M: Finn den Beste Hørselsbeskyttelsen for Dine Behov

Profesjonell hørselsbeskyttelse har blitt en nødvendighet for mange, spesielt de som arbeider i støyfylte omgivelser som byggeplasser, fabrikker eller andre arbeidsområder der lydnivåene kan skade hørselen over tid. Guardio Freebirds BT og SENA Tufftalk M er to toppvalg når det gjelder å kombinere beskyttelse med moderne funksjonalitet som Bluetooth-tilkobling. Men hvilket valg passer best for deg i arbeidshverdagen? La oss sammenligne dem på kritiske områder som lydkvalitet, allsidighet og verdi for å hjelpe deg med å finne den perfekte hørselsbeskyttelsen.

Lydkvalitet og Bluetooth-tilkobling

Guardio Freebirds BT

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Guardio Freebirds BT inkluderer også angrepsrespons-teknologi som hjelper til med å oppfatte endringer i omgivelsene, noe som øker sikkerheten på arbeidsplassen. Med en balanse mellom lydkvalitet og situasjonsbevissthet er Guardio Freebirds BT et ideelt valg for de som ønsker det beste fra begge verdener.

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Selv om Tufftalk M også tilbyr Bluetooth, er denne funksjonen ikke like fremhevet som hos Guardio Freebirds BT. Dersom ren lydkvalitet for samtaler og musikk er en prioritet, kan Freebirds være det bedre valget her.

Vinner: Guardio Freebirds BT – Den suverene lydkvaliteten og fleksible Bluetooth-funksjonaliteten gjør at Freebirds skiller seg ut.

Allsidighet og Tilpasningsevne

Guardio Freebirds BT

Guardio Freebirds BT tilbyr en unik fleksibilitet ved å tilpasses ulike arbeidsforhold. Du kan raskt bytte fra pannebånd til hjelmadapter, noe som gjør den perfekt for de som skifter mellom forskjellige arbeidsmiljøer. Den er kompatibel med mange populære hjelmer på markedet, som gir enda flere muligheter for de som har spesifikke krav til hodebeskyttelse. Denne allsidigheten gir deg en hørselsbeskyttelse som fungerer optimalt uansett situasjon.

SENA Tufftalk M

SENA Tufftalk M leveres i enten hodebøyle- eller hjelmmodell, noe som gir grunnleggende fleksibilitet. Imidlertid, siden brukeren må velge ett av alternativene på kjøpstidspunktet, kan det bli kostbart om man senere trenger å bytte mellom disse variantene. For arbeidere som har behov for fleksible løsninger, vil Guardio Freebirds BT trolig være det mest praktiske valget.

Vinner: Guardio Freebirds BT – Med enkel omstilling og bred hjelmekompatibilitet, er Freebirds det mest allsidige valget.

Pris og Verdi for Pengene

Guardio Freebirds BT

Til en konkurransedyktig pris på 1 938,00 kr gir Guardio Freebirds BT mye verdi for pengene. For denne prisen får du et fullstendig sett med tilbehør, inkludert lader, pannebånd, hjelmadapter og en oppbevaringspose. For de som trenger hørselsbeskyttelse av høy kvalitet uten å sprenge budsjettet, er dette et kostnadseffektivt valg som ikke kompromitterer på verken beskyttelse eller funksjonalitet.

SENA Tufftalk M

SENA Tufftalk M kommer til en betydelig høyere pris på rundt 6 390,00 DKK, og dette kan være avskrekkende for mange, spesielt når alternative løsninger som Guardio Freebirds BT tilbyr lignende beskyttelse og Bluetooth-funksjoner til en lavere pris. Dersom man søker god verdi for pengene, vil Freebirds BT være et klart valg.

Vinner: Guardio Freebirds BT – Med sin kostnadseffektivitet og høye ytelse, gir Freebirds best verdi for pengene.

Ytterligere Fordeler med å Kjøpe Gjennom Zeproc.com/no/

Ved å handle hos Zeproc.com/no/ får du en sømløs kjøpsopplevelse med enkel tilgang til produkter direkte fra produsenter og distributører. Zeproc.com/no/ gir deg mulighet til å spare på kostnadene ved å unngå mellomledd, og du kan nyte en rask og pålitelig prosess med ett-klikk-kjøp. Når du velger Guardio Freebirds BT gjennom Zeproc.com/no/, får du ikke bare et kvalitetsprodukt, men også en effektiv kjøpsopplevelse med rask levering og pålitelige transaksjoner.

Konklusjon: Guardio Freebirds BT eller SENA Tufftalk M?

Etter en grundig sammenligning er det klart at Guardio Freebirds BT tilbyr den beste helhetsopplevelsen for de fleste brukere. Den gir en imponerende kombinasjon av lydkvalitet, tilpasningsdyktighet og prisverdi som er vanskelig å matche. Selv om SENA Tufftalk M har sin styrke i mesh-intercom-teknologien, dekker Guardio Freebirds BT flere behov uten å kompromittere kvalitet. For de som ønsker hørselsbeskyttelse som både beskytter og forbedrer opplevelsen på arbeidsplassen, er Guardio Freebirds BT et svært godt valg.

Ofte stilte spørsmål

Hva er apt-X-teknologi, og hvordan forbedrer det lydkvaliteten?apt-X er en avansert teknologi fra Qualcomm som gir deg nærmest CD-kvalitet over Bluetooth. Dette betyr at du kan høre detaljer i samtaler og musikk uten tap av lydkvalitet, noe som er spesielt nyttig i støyfylte omgivelser.

Hvem passer SENA Tufftalk M best for?SENA Tufftalk M passer spesielt godt for teamarbeid i industrielle miljøer, der kommunikasjon mellom flere brukere er avgjørende for sikkerhet og effektivitet.

Er Guardio Freebirds BT kompatibel med hjelmer?Ja, Freebirds BT kan brukes med flere populære hjelmmerker ved hjelp av en tilpasset adapter. Dette gjør den ideell for varierte arbeidsmiljøer.

Hva er fordelene ved å kjøpe gjennom Zeproc?Zeproc gir deg direkte tilgang til kvalitetsprodukter uten mellomledd, noe som reduserer kostnader. Plattformen tilbyr også trygg betaling og enkel ett-klikk-kjøp for en effektiv bestillingsopplevelse.

Støtter Guardio Freebirds BT kun handsfree-samtaler, eller kan den også spille musikk?Guardio Freebirds BT støtter både handsfree-samtaler og musikkstrømming, slik at du kan bruke den til flere formål i hverdagen.

[bloodyknucklesforme]

No name (taking suggestions) for this yet but yeah @syoddeye got me into Nikolai so... here's this. It's way longer than I originally planned but here we are. There will be more at some point but my fingers were just itching to write this out rn so unedited as well...

cw: dark fic, dubcon/noncon, reader is being trafficked, human trafficking, cockwarming, body inspection, piv, Nikolai is evil but also kind i guess,

"Clothes off... all of them," A thick Russian accent said from the intercom. You looked up at the camera in the corner. He must of seen you hesitate, "I already paid. Don't waste my money."

It never got easier. It'd been almost a year now. As you dropped your coat to the floor your anger and shame hit the ceiling. You'd trusted your ex, he promised to help you when you lost your job, when you couldn't pay rent, when you needed to borrow money. You moved to London for better opportunities now you were in some stranger's house waiting to be used. You'd lost track of how deep in debt you were to him and his 'friends'. 10k? 20k? It made your stomach clench.

"Don't cry. You'll fuck up your makeup." is what those cunts back at the club would always say before you got in a car to a client's.

Marcus hammered it in that this was a very important client. Probably another criminal. A rich one at that. His house was more of a warehouse with an automatic front door.

"Turn around," he ordered when the last of your clothes hit the floor. Checking for a wire or weapons you guessed. Knowing you were being watched like this made your skin crawl but it was better than being groped immediately on entry.

The front room was more of a safe room with steel walls and thick doors. No windows, just the camera, an intercom panel and a white gift box.

"New clothes in the box. Put them on."

It was a too small lacy bra and matching too small panties. A washed baby blue, all mesh so you were fully exposed. The door inside clicked. You went inside.

It was nice. Expensive but not tacky like other homes you've been too. The kind of furniture you'd seen in interior design magazines and auctions, solid wood things made by designers with names you could never properly pronounce. There were soviet era antiques scattered about as decor. The first floor was open with a kitchen and dining area to the side and the rest of the room being a living area. There were stairs to the side leading up to where you guessed was the bedroom.

"You're prettier than the photo." You jumped at the voice. He was so quiet you didn't notice him on the couch. He was big, obviously tall but muscular with wide shoulders. Dark hair slicked back with a widow's peak. Stubble covered the bottom part of an aged face. He wasn't old, older yes but whatever business he was in had aged him around the eyes.

He snapped his fingers and motioned for you to walk over. He had a cigar in the other hand.

"Good. You follow instructions. More than I can say for the last one Arno sent me." He motioned for you to spin around again, giving your ass a light spank and laughing when you yelped. "You fuck anyone else today?"

"No," you shook your head. He blew cigar smoke at you, watching the silver bisect around your middle.

"Good. I'd hate to waste more time cleaning you out. They never do a good job at that." He put his cigar in the ash tray beside him. "On your knees."

"What's your name?" He asked, making space between his legs for you. You answered softly, a lie. Never give them anything was what another girl told you. He held your chin between two fingers, moving your head around like a doll. "Open your mouth."

He leaned forward, looking inside you. A thumb hooked over your bottom row of teeth. It tasted like tobacco and sweat. You'd learned to hold back gags long ago.

"I don't like girls with rotten teeth." He ran a finger over your teeth, top and bottom, occasionally pressing on one. He frowned, "Stop shaking. I'm not going to hurt you."

A lie, most likely. Men always said that before fucking you, like they could believe you were there willingly, like they didn't pick you out of a catalogue of girls. You clenched your fists in your lap and willed the fear out of your bones.

"I like girls who like you." He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and pushed your jaw shut. "I paid to have you all night. Make it worth it."

He leaned back, grabbing a remote and turning on the tv. A hockey game roared on the tv.

"Is there...uh...anything you want me to call you?"

He looked down at you, like he already forgot you were there.

"Sir, when you answer my questions. Kolya, when I fuck you." He undid his belt and spread his legs wider. You knew your job. He picked up his cigar again as you undid the zipper on his pants.

He laid a hand on the back of your head, pressing down your hair.

"Just keep me warm for now. Don't want to miss anything."

You took a deep breath before taking him into your mouth. He was thick and uncut. Intimidating even half hard. He didn't push as you worked your throat open, slowly bobbing your head. Sometimes men would ply you with liquor, help you to relax a bit more. You wish he had. The mix of salts from precum and skin filled your senses. A hesitant hand moved to rest on his thigh for leverage. He didn't shake you off.

"Good job, Kotenok." He rubbed his knuckles across your cheek. He let you rest against his thigh, nose tickled by his dark pubes. Cigar smoke, the drone of the tv and the blood rushing around your head started to calm your nerves. Maybe tonight wouldn't be as awful as you thought.

He thrusted lazily during every commercial break. Everything was in Russian so you couldn't follow the game beyond his angry or excited, more so angry, ad libs.

He finally sighed and turned off the tv. He tapped your cheek softly.

"Kotenok, I need you to make me feel better about my team losing."

He made you walk ahead of him, directing you towards his bedroom. His dark eyes dug into your spine.

His bedroom was dark. Wine colored walls with thick, velvet blackout curtains covering the windows. The bed was large with silk sheets and a down comforter.

You crawled onto the bed, swaying your hips as enticingly as you could manage. A hand wrapped around your ankle and pulled you to the edge of the bed. You yelped as his hips hit your ass, cock bouncing against your cheeks.

"Remember what I told you, Kotenok?" He pulled your panties down, calloused hands scrapping against your thighs. "What to call me?"

"Kolya."

"Good girl." Two fingers felt around your entrance. A shiver ran down your spine. You weren't wet enough, you knew that. You clung to the comforter, waiting for pain.

"I told you to stop shaking. I said I wouldn't hurt you." He rubbed a hand across your ass. He sounded annoyed. You closed your eyes and pressed your face against the silk. It smelled clean and floral.

The snap of plastic and cold fingers prodding at your cunt.

"Shhh...I don't break the things I buy." He didn't admonish you for hiding your face as he scissored you open. "There we go, Kotenok."

He pushed in slowly, groaning loudly as you whimpered and fidgeted. Despite the preparation it was a stretch and burn. He held you down by your hips.

"Good girl," he purred with one last push. The head of his cock bumped against your crevix , causing you to clench in pain. It only spurred him to start thrusting roughly. Your face dragged against the sheets.

"Close your eyes and let it happen. Most of them don't last long anyways," a girl said to you early on. You didn't remember her name.

You forced out moans every time his hips smacked against your ass. Arching your back so he could think he was pleasuring you. There was a modicum of pleasure, chasing it was too much effort, especially with unreceptive partners.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, hand dipping between your thighs. He pinched your clit till you cried out.

"I don't like liars, Kotenok." He rubbed harsh circles till you moaned, shuddering hard. "Cum on my cock or shut up."

His other hand grabbed your shoulder and pulled you up. Your back rested against his chest. Still rubbing your clit, he hooked an arm under yours and rested it between your breasts while holding your chin and forcing you to look upwards. There was a mirror on the ceiling.

"Say my name," He barked.

"Kolya...please...Kolya. I..."

"Want to come on my cock? Beg me for it."

"Kolya please...please Kolya. I want to come. Please. Kolyaaaaa!"

You watched yourself as he forced you up to your peak, clenching around his cock. He laughed harshly and smacked your pussy. He held you up as your legs failed to hold you up any longer. You came hard, grabbing at his arms, manicured nails digging into his muscles.

He growled something in Russian before biting down on your shoulder. He filled you to the hilt, his cock twitching inside your still clenching pussy. His cum was a familiar warm. He let go and you fell face forward against the bed.

"Catch your breath. I still want my money's worth."

You lost count of how many times he fucked you. You were pliant and submissive, following his lead as he bent you into whatever position he wanted. He was more virile than you expected.

You woke up sore, dried cum and bite marks covering your body.

"You shower before you leave. Scrub well." He slapped your ass before shutting the door and locking it from the outside.

It was a large shower but more importantly the water was hot. Not warm but hot. You could have cum just from feeling the jets against your skin. The body wash was luxurious - sweet and woody. You scrubbed well. These kind of men didn't want their DNA wandering all over the place.

There was towel left for you but no clothes and your lingerie from last night was missing as well. He did leave a cup of tea for you on the bedside table.

You kept the towel wrapped around yourself as you walked back downstairs. He was sitting at the dining table, typing on a laptop, cup of tea still steaming and full.

"Come here, Kotenok." He tugged your towel till it fell to the floor. He tapped the inside of your thigh till you spread them. "Don't start shaking again."

You bit your lip. He spread you open with two fingers, tilting his head as he inspected you. You yelped when he forced a dry finger inside you, moving it around and dragging it against your walls.

"Good girl." He pulled his hand and away and got a money clip from his pocket. "I like you. I'll ask for you again."

He handed you five hundred pounds. You stared at Charles in disbelief. You'd been tipped before but never this much.

"Thank you, sir."

"Did I ask you a question?" He didn't look away from his computer.

"No...umm...Thank you, Kolya."

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile.

"If Arno takes that from you, tell me. That's your money. I paid him enough as is. Now go get dressed. Your car is here." He pointed back towards the front door.

You hurried off. For the first time more scared to leave than to stay.

[zeproc]

Guardio Freebirds BT vs. SENA Tufftalk M – Hørselsbeskyttelse for Arbeid og Sikkerhet

Guardio Freebirds BT vs. SENA Tufftalk M – Hørselsbeskyttelse for Arbeid og Sikkerhet

Sammenlign Guardio Freebirds BT og SENA Tufftalk M – to toppvalg for profesjonell hørselsbeskyttelse med Bluetooth og tilpasningsevne. Finn ut hvilken som passer best for dine behov!

 

Guardio Freebirds BT vs. SENA Tufftalk M: Finn den Beste Hørselsbeskyttelsen for Dine Behov

Profesjonell hørselsbeskyttelse har blitt en nødvendighet for mange, spesielt de som arbeider i støyfylte omgivelser som byggeplasser, fabrikker eller andre arbeidsområder der lydnivåene kan skade hørselen over tid. Guardio Freebirds BT og SENA Tufftalk M er to toppvalg når det gjelder å kombinere beskyttelse med moderne funksjonalitet som Bluetooth-tilkobling. Men hvilket valg passer best for deg i arbeidshverdagen? La oss sammenligne dem på kritiske områder som lydkvalitet, allsidighet og verdi for å hjelpe deg med å finne den perfekte hørselsbeskyttelsen.

Lydkvalitet og Bluetooth-tilkobling

Guardio Freebirds BT

Guardio Freebirds BT leverer lyd i nesten CD-kvalitet takket være Qualcomms apt-X-teknologi – en funksjon som gir skarp lyd uten å påvirke støyreduksjonen. Denne teknologien gir enestående klarhet, noe som kan være en fordel hvis du ofte må ta samtaler eller lytte til musikk i krevende omgivelser. Den Bluetooth-støttede lydkvaliteten gjør også Freebirds til et fleksibelt valg: du kan enkelt svare på samtaler eller høre på instruksjoner uten å måtte ta av hørselsvernet.

Guardio Freebirds BT inkluderer også angrepsrespons-teknologi som hjelper til med å oppfatte endringer i omgivelsene, noe som øker sikkerheten på arbeidsplassen. Med en balanse mellom lydkvalitet og situasjonsbevissthet er Guardio Freebirds BT et ideelt valg for de som ønsker det beste fra begge verdener.

SENA Tufftalk M

SENA Tufftalk M fokuserer på å muliggjøre kommunikasjon mellom flere brukere gjennom sitt avanserte mesh-intercom-system. Denne funksjonen er spesielt nyttig på arbeidsplasser der teamarbeid og rask respons er viktig. Tufftalk M lar deg kommunisere direkte med kolleger uten å være avhengig av mobiltelefoner, noe som kan være en fordel i situasjoner der kontinuerlig kontakt er nødvendig.

Selv om Tufftalk M også tilbyr Bluetooth, er denne funksjonen ikke like fremhevet som hos Guardio Freebirds BT. Dersom ren lydkvalitet for samtaler og musikk er en prioritet, kan Freebirds være det bedre valget her.

Vinner: Guardio Freebirds BT – Den suverene lydkvaliteten og fleksible Bluetooth-funksjonaliteten gjør at Freebirds skiller seg ut.

Allsidighet og Tilpasningsevne

Guardio Freebirds BT

Guardio Freebirds BT tilbyr en unik fleksibilitet ved å tilpasses ulike arbeidsforhold. Du kan raskt bytte fra pannebånd til hjelmadapter, noe som gjør den perfekt for de som skifter mellom forskjellige arbeidsmiljøer. Den er kompatibel med mange populære hjelmer på markedet, som gir enda flere muligheter for de som har spesifikke krav til hodebeskyttelse. Denne allsidigheten gir deg en hørselsbeskyttelse som fungerer optimalt uansett situasjon.

SENA Tufftalk M

SENA Tufftalk M leveres i enten hodebøyle- eller hjelmmodell, noe som gir grunnleggende fleksibilitet. Imidlertid, siden brukeren må velge ett av alternativene på kjøpstidspunktet, kan det bli kostbart om man senere trenger å bytte mellom disse variantene. For arbeidere som har behov for fleksible løsninger, vil Guardio Freebirds BT trolig være det mest praktiske valget.

Vinner: Guardio Freebirds BT – Med enkel omstilling og bred hjelmekompatibilitet, er Freebirds det mest allsidige valget.

Pris og Verdi for Pengene

Guardio Freebirds BT

Til en konkurransedyktig pris på 1 938,00 kr gir Guardio Freebirds BT mye verdi for pengene. For denne prisen får du et fullstendig sett med tilbehør, inkludert lader, pannebånd, hjelmadapter og en oppbevaringspose. For de som trenger hørselsbeskyttelse av høy kvalitet uten å sprenge budsjettet, er dette et kostnadseffektivt valg som ikke kompromitterer på verken beskyttelse eller funksjonalitet.

SENA Tufftalk M

SENA Tufftalk M kommer til en betydelig høyere pris på rundt 6 390,00 DKK, og dette kan være avskrekkende for mange, spesielt når alternative løsninger som Guardio Freebirds BT tilbyr lignende beskyttelse og Bluetooth-funksjoner til en lavere pris. Dersom man søker god verdi for pengene, vil Freebirds BT være et klart valg.

Vinner: Guardio Freebirds BT – Med sin kostnadseffektivitet og høye ytelse, gir Freebirds best verdi for pengene.

Ytterligere Fordeler med å Kjøpe Gjennom Zeproc

Ved å handle hos Zeproc får du en sømløs kjøpsopplevelse med enkel tilgang til produkter direkte fra produsenter og distributører. Zeproc gir deg mulighet til å spare på kostnadene ved å unngå mellomledd, og du kan nyte en rask og pålitelig prosess med ett-klikk-kjøp. Når du velger Guardio Freebirds BT gjennom Zeproc, får du ikke bare et kvalitetsprodukt, men også en effektiv kjøpsopplevelse med rask levering og pålitelige transaksjoner.

Konklusjon: Guardio Freebirds BT eller SENA Tufftalk M?

Etter en grundig sammenligning er det klart at Guardio Freebirds BT tilbyr den beste helhetsopplevelsen for de fleste brukere. Den gir en imponerende kombinasjon av lydkvalitet, tilpasningsdyktighet og prisverdi som er vanskelig å matche. Selv om SENA Tufftalk M har sin styrke i mesh-intercom-teknologien, dekker Guardio Freebirds BT flere behov uten å kompromittere kvalitet. For de som ønsker hørselsbeskyttelse som både beskytter og forbedrer opplevelsen på arbeidsplassen, er Guardio Freebirds BT et svært godt valg.

Ofte stilte spørsmål

Hva er apt-X-teknologi, og hvordan forbedrer det lydkvaliteten?apt-X er en avansert teknologi fra Qualcomm som gir deg nærmest CD-kvalitet over Bluetooth. Dette betyr at du kan høre detaljer i samtaler og musikk uten tap av lydkvalitet, noe som er spesielt nyttig i støyfylte omgivelser.

Hvem passer SENA Tufftalk M best for?SENA Tufftalk M passer spesielt godt for teamarbeid i industrielle miljøer, der kommunikasjon mellom flere brukere er avgjørende for sikkerhet og effektivitet.

Er Guardio Freebirds BT kompatibel med hjelmer?Ja, Freebirds BT kan brukes med flere populære hjelmmerker ved hjelp av en tilpasset adapter. Dette gjør den ideell for varierte arbeidsmiljøer.

Hva er fordelene ved å kjøpe gjennom Zeproc?Zeproc gir deg direkte tilgang til kvalitetsprodukter uten mellomledd, noe som reduserer kostnader. Plattformen tilbyr også trygg betaling og enkel ett-klikk-kjøp for en effektiv bestillingsopplevelse.

Støtter Guardio Freebirds BT kun handsfree-samtaler, eller kan den også spille musikk?Guardio Freebirds BT støtter både handsfree-samtaler og musikkstrømming, slik at du kan bruke den til flere formål i hverdagen.