i was thinking about reader being friends with nikto and mentioning a couple times that you’d love a biker boyfriend, or just find in the back of your car a big buff masked man that would meet your criteria of socially dumb but gentle and big and would obviously be obsessed with you
you’ve said that like, TWO times?? in the span of a couple of months, completely forgetting about your complained words meant only for you and nikto’s ears
and then a few weeks later you find your car in the base’s parking lot, nikto is leaning against it with crossed arms and a glint in his eyes, and you raise an eyebrow at him curiously. did he plant a snake in your car and wants to see your reaction?
you open the back and lo and behold: könig is inside the trunk, legs and arms tied to his back, his mouth is clearly obstructed by some object because he whimpers and tries to talk but it all comes out muffled beneath his mask, and he’s got teary eyes and he’s squirming and you’re just… standing there, wide eyed
before könig can try begging anymore, you turn and jump into nikto’s waiting arms for a hug, rambling off ‘thank you’s and ‘it’s just what i wanted!’
Another piece of Ghost, hope I did him justice. Would really like to see more art of him with his canon hair color, so I guess I'll make it myself lol.
This says some important things about his character, I think. These are strong, able, intelligent women. They wouldn't put up with bullshit; they have chosen to work for Nik for a reason. He's dangerous, brilliant, truly fuckin' terrifying, but he's genuine and respectful.
Sure, he knows how to remove a man's heart through his arsehole while they're still alive, but he also stocks sanitary products in his Heli, ensures dignity and respect at all times but without it being overbearing and chivalrous "because they're women". He treats and pays them as equals. He's a boss with high expectations of them and himself.
I dunno. It's just... when a man like Nikolai, moving in the circles he does, chooses these soldiers and earns their respect (because they could work for anyone)? It's important.
The man is a big, Russian bear. Well padded, strong as fuck, and delightfully hairy too boot ❤️
Imagine the satisfaction of hearing (and feeling) your entire spine crack and pop the first time he wraps you in a tight bear hug. And the amused chuckle from him as you go limp in his arms, groaning in complete bliss.
He would be delighted that you would seek him out every time your back pain became unbearable, squeezing you tightly before laying you down and rubbing your sore muscles. His heart would soar when you feel safe enough with him to fall asleep under his touch.
And the feeling of waking up in his arms for the first time would be more than enough for you to never want to leave.
forced mating like....Soap taking one look at the omega walking on the treadmill when they're the only two left in the 24 hour gym and dragging her into the showers so he can pin her to the gross tile floor and bite her until she's tied to him.....coos like he's so sad for her when she whines and cries because the big bad alpha took one whiff of her and decided they were meant to be together......poor thing, getting a happy ending 🙄
gaz offering to help you through a heat and then biting you barely two strokes in, sinking his canines into your mating gland and apologizing when you try to push him off to no avail. you just felt too good, he's so sorry, he didn't mean to, he couldn't help himself, it's okay though he'll take such good care of you, see - that feel good? that feel better, baby? he'll take care of everything in the morning - get all the paperwork sorted, tell your parents and friends, everything. you just have to lie there and take it nice and deep.
Price who's in the hospital for some routine tests when he finds you looking around nervously for your friend who was supposed to drive you home after day surgery (but ditched without telling you because "something came up"), so he takes it upon himself to drive you home instead. you're so grateful for his help because you're still quite out of it and didn't think you'd be able to get home on your own, but you start to get nervous when he doesn't leave after helping you inside. stays instead to help tuck you into bed and then turns on the television and makes himself at home on your couch.
when you gently try to tell him that you don't need his help anymore, he just cups the back of your neck with a big hand and tilts your head up until he can see your puffy, virgin mating gland. thumbs it too, ignoring the way your eyes go wide and horrified, and the way you try to wriggle out of his grasp until he tightens his hand around the nape of your neck and says "of course you do, sweetheart. can't have you wandering around like this. wrong person might try to take advantage."
Ghost who works as the night security guard/parking lot attendant of a big office building where you work. you often work until late at night, driving home when it's dark out and there's hardly anyone else on the road. it's not as rare these days for an omega to work such a high pressure job, but it's certainly not common; you're probably one of the few in the whole building.
he's been on edge for weeks now though, pissed off because you keep flaunting your scent right under his nose. like he's supposed to be some bastion of self-control and keep himself from sinking his teeth into the delicate skin of your neck. he thinks about it all the time, your scent still lingering in the carpark even hours after you've clocked in. makes him think about sitting on his couch in his dingy flat, nursing a beer while you keep his cock warm in your mouth, dragging his thumb lazily over your scarred gland, a match on in the background. perfect little family.
but he keeps himself in check until you make the mistake of coming in to work too close to your heat (you thought it wouldn't be such a big problem; you have deadlines after all, surely no one would write you up for it). then he has no choice but to drag you into the backseat of your car when you stumble towards your car when everyone else has gone home for the night.
In the beginning everyone mispronounced Swagger original call sign all the time. After the third time he quickly give up correcting people and stick with it. They call him Swagger because it's easier to pronounce and the closest thing in speech they can say.
When Gromsko introduced himself for the first time after hearing his first and last name they didn't let him finish and say "You're Gromsko from now on." and it wasn't negotiable so no one know why sometimes Swagger call Gromsko "Kostek" or "Bones"
His colleagues from Grom knowing Swagger past in France given him a nickname "Szwagier" (Brother-in-law) and they treated him as one.
The deeper, more symbolic meaning behind it is that after he came back to Poland from France he reunited not only with his people but with Poland itself. Not only a piece of land but a mother, lover and a soulmate. Accepting this nickname he made peace with himself and the way of life in Poland.
He's new brothers not only welcomed him with bread and salt and additional vodka but made sure he felt at home introducing him to various traditions he missed during his stay in France. Some of them were shocking and most left him hungover but overall he was happy knowing he finally belong somewhere.
The funnier version is that one night out with the team he was so drunk he flirted with not only his girl friends from unit but with Gromsko who wore a pink wig thinking he's a girl too. At the end of the night he even proposed to him. He's still denying it to this day. When Swagger gets to annoying instead of typical shut up Gomsko call him his husband with a smirk on his face and it always work.
Of course when Gromsko found out what they call him in english he laughed at it earning a punch in the vaccine but it didn't prevent him from telling his friends in Grom so they can tease him a little too.
Whatever they meet Gromsko make sure he doesn't forget his language so he only speak to him in Polish earning weird looks from people that don't understand. Of course they make fun of them speaking shit that doesn't make sense and sounds like gibberish to others. They even question if it's real language. They will never know.
Gromsko often fell urge to take care of Swagger. After all "All Poles are one family" and he take it very seriously. Even when he know Swagger is very talented and capable soldier he can't help but to think he still need guidance in the Polish ways called "*sztuka kombinowania" that make them unexpected and unpredictable.
From Swagger perspective he's the one that's voice of reason in this duo and say "What the fuck, bro?!" when Gromsko tell him his another brilliant idea "I know I'm a genius! Anyway next we will go to the kitchen and steal all...""There's MORE?!""YES!" "This is the most surreal and idiotic plan I have ever heard from you this week and it's only monday" "Shut up and listen." "..." "Trust me we're Polish it will work." is there something more beautiful than brothers love?
*Sztuka Kombinowania - The art of (It's hard to translate English doesn't have this word. It's kind of depending on the context it's meaning is to coming up with solutions to the various problems or how to do something in unique way. Can be good or bad thing)
If someone will be interested in reading more I will make part 2 were I'll tell more about how Gromsko got his call sign and a few story of their colleagues from Grom.
《A/N》: First of all, THIS IS NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURATE!! This is fiction. I did do some research about the Great Kilt, but that's it. This is purely for fun! I highly suggest checking out Fandabi Dozi on YouTube. Even just to take a peak so you can get a better idea of what Johnny's wearing <3
《Content》: NSFW. proceed with caution. Cuddlefucking, unprotected PiV, nipple play, cockwarming. This is so silly and cute, and I love it, and I hope you will too!!
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《WC》: 3.5k
Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of heart and effort into the things I write.
It was as if the Gods were damning you, cursing you to a cold death as the sky opened up, breaking in two as heavy rain started pouring from it like currents in the mighty sea.
The wide open hills left trees to be desired to seek shelter from this flood. What you wouldn't do for the protection of a blanket of green hanging far above your head. The grass turned slippery and you had to watch your step so you wouldn't tumbled down into the nearest glen.
Johnny had you tucked close to his side, trying his best to cover you from the heaviest pour with his Plaid. The thick woolen fabric warmed you up despite the wetness as the two of you quickly made your way across the Highlands, hoping to find somewhere warm and dry to escape certain death.
His bonnet sat atop his head, the few wet curls that were peaking out of the hat sticking to his forehead. The white shirt he wore was clinging tightly to his chest, the soaked fabric accentuating his broad chest. The hem of your skirt was stained with green and brown hues of grass and mud.
Thankfully, Johnny's Great Kilt kept most of the water away from your torso, the water running down the wool in fat rivulets. Just as you were thanking the gods for his Plaid, you thanked yourself for insisting on the woolen socks that kept your feet warm and dry. You glanced over at Johnny, rain dripping from his brow as he rolled his shoulder with a grunt, the pack frame digging into his back.
"How far are we out? I swear we didn't stray from the path, did we?" You asked with uncertainty, your voice already muffled by the sound of the rain pounding on the ground.
"Jus' through this glen right there an' we should find some trees, at least." He gave you an encouraging smile while he, himself, had a twinkle of worry in his wonderfully blue eyes, something you'd never miss.
The only thing you could muster was a tight-lipped smile as all the worrisome thoughts knocked around in your head like a woodpecker on a strong oak.
Although his kilt and body heat were keeping you warm, you couldn't help but let your brows furrow in concern at his soaked shirt. He would surely catch his death like this, something you were too stubborn to let happen. Death would have to pry him from your grip before you'd let him go anywhere.
You ducked away from the shield that was his Plaid and tucked it across his chest.
"What are you doin'?" He asked, almost frantically, as he reached up to his shoulder to pull the fabric free.
The rain was now soaking your previously dry hair, the drops running down your neck.
"You'll catch your death! I'll be alright for now." You replied firmly, cupping his hand with yours and pulling it away from the Kilt to intertwine your fingers.
His lips parted slightly.
"Absolutely no'. I'm not lettin' ya get sick." Johnny argued, already fiddling with the corner of the Plaid that you had tucked away.
"Don't you argue with me! I'm not letting you get sick either." You stood your ground, more figuratively than literally as the soft mud was making you sink into the earth.
Johnny sighed, dropping his hand, the other never leaving the tight grasp of yours. Arguing now would be of no use, shelter was the priority right now.
He could scold you when you were dry and warm. You took a step, catching a particularly slippery patch of grass. With a yelp, you fell, terror tearing through your chest as you prepared yourself to tumble down the hill through wet mud and sharp rocks. Johnny, however, managed to catch your arm, making your fall end on your knees.
"Careful, mo leannan." He scolded softly, pulling you up from the ground and tucking you into his side with a tight grip around your shoulders.
"Thank you." You breathed, blood rushing in your ears, your ribcage suddenly feeling all too small for your rapidly beating heart.
He wordlessly pressed a kiss to your temple, urging you to fasten your pace. The wet grass and mud squelched beneath your feet as your hope for shelter dwindled by the second.
The water was starting to soak through your dress, making a shiver run visibly down your spine. From the corner of his eye, Johnny had caught the subtle movement and untucked his Plaid and wrapped it around your shoulders.
"Johnny-"
"No." He said sternly, keeping his eyes forward toward the horizon.
You kept quiet. The only thing now filing the silence between the two of you was the heavy rain, a sound both sending dread and a soothing feeling through you.
Trusting Johnny to keep you on your feet, you took the liberty of looking past the part of the Kilt shielding your view. His was still forward. You turned your head in all directions, hoping to spot a tree or maybe bush you might've missed.
Instead, a dark structure caught your eye. Your face lit up, no matter what you'd spotted, it would keep the rain from pounding against your skull.
"Look!" You exclaimed, pointing toward your discovery and eagerly pulling Johnny in its direction.
"Shelter at last." He sighed, breaking into a smile.
You hurried up the small hill, revealing the structure to be a small and lonely cabin built from wood and stone. You'd hoped that whoever lived in it wouldn't possess a cruel heart and let you and your lover warm up inside. If not, well, Johnny could be very persuasive.
You rasped your knuckles on the heavy wooden door, waiting for a response. When no response came, you tried calling out.
"Hello? Is anyone in there?"
Still, no reply. You looked at Johnny with furrowed brows. He had a thoughtful look on his features, as if pondering between decisions before he reached out a hand to get inside. Your eyes widenedand grasped his arm.
"Johnny, no! We can't just go inside-"
"I'm sure they won't mind." He shrugged, pushing open the door and ushering you inside.
The complaint on your lips died quickly as you stepped into the dry room. A sigh of relief slipped past your lips when the door fell shut behind you and the rain wasn't pouring down on you anymore.
Your gaze flitted over the interior of the cabin. It was sparse, but enough to get you and Johnny through the night and until the rain stopped.
"Surely it's not abandoned.." you mumbled, walking around.
"A huntin' cabin, maybe?" He said, looking around himself.
There was a table with a pair of chairs and in the corner stood a bed with a strong wooden frame. The centerpiece of this humble abode, however, was the stone fireplace.
"No matter. Let's hope the owners won't come back until we can continue our way home."
Johnny took the pack frame off his back and set it down, stretching his arms with a groan.
"Jus' us for miles, Ah bet." You spotted a pile of firewood by the bed, carrying arm fulls to the fireplace.
"We need to start a fire. Need to dry off." You said, arranging the logs.
Johnny kneeled down beside you and pulled his flint stones from his pocket and started on getting a tiny spark into a raging flame. While he was working on the fire, you busied yourself with laying down the sheep skins Johnny kept rolled up on this pack frame near the fireplace.
You were already intruding in someone's homes, you were drawing the line at sleeping in their bed, too. The flame crackled to life, making Johnny hum. Taking off his soaking bonnet, he shook his head, his wet hair making droplets of rain fly across the room.
You giggled, shielding yourself from them as he ran a hand through his tussled mohawk.
The next thing to come off was his soaked shirt which he draped over his pack frame to let it dry. He's never looked this handsome, in your eyes. The damp locks, his bare chest covered in a layer of hair, and his Plaid hanging from his waist. The earthy, brown and green tones shone nicely against his skin.
You couldn't help but let your gaze linger on the trail of dark hair that peaked from his waistband. Johnny could feel your eyes bore into him, a faint smirking tugging at the corner of his mouth when he noticed how you hurriedly looked away, a blush sitting on your cheeks so prettily.
You laid down on the soft furs, letting the heat of the fire seep into your bones. Johnny slotted behind you, his chest pressed to your back as his arms wound themselves tightly around you. He nuzzled his face into your neck, the cold tip of his nose making goosebumps rise on your skin.
"Are you sure you're not cold?" You asked softly, twisting to look at him.
"Never been cozier, my love." He hummed, pressing kisses to your jaw and cheek.
You giggled and sighed at the sensation. The exhausting that sat deep in your flesh started to catch up with you, a yawn escaping your lips as you settled deeper into the warm sheep skins. Johnny continued his kisses, trailing them down your neck and then up to your jaw again.
"Johnny... what are you doing?" You sighed sleepily, the feeling of his lips on your skin making you all warm and fuzzy inside. His hand slipped upwards, kneading one of your soft breasts through the thick fabric of your dress.
"Warming you up, bonnie.." he mumbled against your throat, his stubble scraping against your delicate skin deliciously. A soft moan fell from your lips. It all felt so good. His lips, his hands, the outline of his hard cock pressing into your rear.
"Oh, Johnny...."
"Tha's right, mo leannan, say ma name.." he whispered softly, slipping his hand over your stomach, down your legs and underneath your skirt, bunching the wool around your hips.
His breath against your neck had your breathing pick up and your eyes flutter shut. He dragged his calloused fingertips up the inside of your thigh all while gently rocking his hips against you.
A breath got stuck in your throat when he stroked over your slit, your legs falling open just for him. You were lost in bliss, a heavy cloud of euphoria fogging up your mind as he continued to circle your clit and swipe his fingers through your folds, getting you nice and wet for him.
Your pert nipples poked through your dress, a sight Johnny couldn't resist. He snuck his second arm underneath you and pinched and tugged at your buds until you were coating his fingers in your slick.
"An absolute sight you are..." he spoke lowly, a breathless strain in his tone.
"Please, I need you, please.." you begged, mewling when he tugged his cock out from under his Plaid and rested it between your thighs, snuggly sat on your slick cunt.
"I'll give you whatever ya want, you know tha'." Johnny breathed, a groan ripping from his throat when he rocked his hips against you.
"Don't... do that.. I need.. I need.." you whined breathlessly, your words getting cut off by a moan as he pushed inside of you.
"Ah know wha' you need.." he whispered against your temple, so sweetly, in fact, it made your head spin. You fit like puzzle pieces, made for each other. A choked moan escaped Johnny as he slid in to the hilt, pulling you impossibly closer. He pulled his hips back only to fit them snuggly against yours again in one smooth stroke. Johnny quickly set a satisfying pace, fucking into you so nicely your eyes were rolling to the head of your head. The furs were soft against the exposed skin of your thigh and the popping fire started to fill the cabin with warmth.
The ecstasy that flooded your veins was already making you melt into his arms, but when he reached between your legs to rub at your clit, you were putty in his hands. You were reduced to a mewling, moaning mess as he thrusted into your sweet cunt so deep yet softly, reaching parts of yourself you never knew existed.
The praises he cooed into your ear were a jumbled mess, not only from his pleasure but you were too far gone to think about what he was saying to you.
He held you close to his chest, grasping you so tightly as if you were to disappear the second he'd let go.
"Ah love you, my bonnie lass. Love you s'much." He muttered into your ear, the stutter in the movement of his hips indicating he was close.
But so were you, with him filing you so perfectly and his fingers rubbing over your clit.
"O-Oh, Gods... feels s'good.." you babbled mindlessly, sharp breaths and moans falling from your lips at the delicious drag of his cock against the warm walls of your cunt.
He was panting heavily into your ear, a few groans and moans making it into the mix, while he continued to snap his hips against your supple ass.
"Johnny, please..!" you cried out, every muscle in your body tensing up as that buzzing feeling of bliss gnawed at your bones, slowly working its way up to the crown of your head.
"C'mon, ma beauty, let go f'me.." he heaved, his lips attaching themselves to your neck once again.
A cry of pleasure ripped from your throat, his fingers swiping over your clit making you topple over the edge. You clenched down on him, going lax in his arms when he reached his end as well, a few more thrust making him spill inside of you with a groan.
A fuzzy feeling crawled up your spine, a dazed smile on your face as you pulled his arms around you even tighter. You laid in pleasant silence as your breath evened and the exhaustion of the say really started to set in. With a twist of your head you looked at Johnny with a soft smile.
"I love you too." You said quietly, watching how his eyes filled with warmth.
"Ah know, my love. Don't need tae say it. Ah can feel it." He mumbled until your skin, sighing as he finally settled in, ready to rest his body to prepare for the last part of the trek. Hopefully the rain would give the two of you a break, even just enough to get into town dry and warm.
The harsh fall of water softened during the night, leaving you with the sounds of Johnny's breathing, the crackling fire and the vast Highlands, stretching on for miles.
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The next morning, you were up and about as soon as the sun peaked behind the horizon. The rain had subsided, and you'd use every opportunity to not get drenched again.
Everything was packed up quickly and the pack frame was hoisted onto Johnny's back once again as you left the little cabin just as neat as you'd found it.
Although the sun had decided to hide behind the clouds, there was no downpour. Only a gentle breeze that combed through the heather on the hills.
The green and purple swayed in the wind, painting a beautiful scene before you. Hand in hand, you made your through hill and glen, past trickling streams and past spots of trees huddled together.
While Johnny was busy keeping the both of you on track and occasionally admiring landscape, you were spending your time looking at him.
You wanted to etch his profile into every mountain face so the world may see what you fell in love with.
Those blue eyes that lit up whenever he smiled but had no problem becoming cold and piercing if the moment called for it.
Those lips of which you dreamed whenever you went to sleep, the feeling of them always lingering on your skin.
That voice that you could spend listening to until the world came to its end. Even if Johnny babbled and talked about things that made no sense to you, you'd always listen.
Those strong arms that could hold and protect you all at once. He'd carry you across the world if you'd ask.
You could list things about him until dusk. Until poets ran out of words. Until you'd both lay on your deathbed, ready to cross into the next realm together.
"You're starin', love." Johnny pointed out, pulling you out of your thoughts.
"I'd call it admiring, really." You quipped back, a smile on your face.
A smirk tugged at his lips.
"Oh, and what're you admirin', mo leannan?" He asked teasingly, taking his eyes off the path for the first time in hours. Johnny didn't want to admit it, but his heart leaped every time he saw you.
No matter how many times he'd seen you before, or how you'd never changed, your beauty would never fail to knock the wind out of his lungs.
"You." You hummed in response.
He nodded thoughtfully, trying to hide a bright smile.
"And why, might Ah ask?" He was teasing, a grin on his face.
He expected a compliment, how you liked his eyes, or the shape of his nose or his broad chest. And while all of that was true, the words that left you caught him off guard.
You gently stopped him, standing atop a hill, spotting the local tavern that was just out of town. Your hand went to cup his cheek, caressing his cheekbone.
"Because I'm utterly in love with you."
His jaw slacked. He knew that you loved him, of course he did, but this was the first time you'd said something like this. And what he wouldn't give to have you say it again and again. He'd never get sick of it.
Johnny cupped your hand, keeping it pressed against his cheek while his other pulled you in by your waist.
The baffled expression was quickly replaced with a soft smile and eyes that were looking at you with so much love and devotion even the sweetest honey would taste bitter in comparison.
"As am I." He spoke softly, connecting your lips in a kiss full of passion and adoration.
Caught up in your feelings, you'd failed to notice how thick clouds darkened the sky. In a change of fate, it started pouring once more, leaving you and Johnny without cover and in the middle of a kiss that could be written in a fairytale.
As the first drops fell down on you, your brows furrowed and you let out a sound of disapproval against his lips. Johnny chuckled, keeping you firmly in place when you tried to pull away.
"We need to get to that tavern-"
"Let's enjoy this, yeah?" He spoke softly, chasing your lips once again.
The rain was pounding down on you but how could you ever care about that when Johnny was kissing your breath away. You were held firmly in his embrace, melting into the kiss as water droplets were running down your face, the rain drenching you to the bone.
There was nowhere you'd rather be at this moment. The rain and wind were making you uncomfortable, shivers running through you, but the warmth Johnny ignited in your heart was enough to keep you warm for centuries. You pulled away, breathless, smiling at him.
"Come on!" You giggled, pulling him by the hands to follow you as you ran down the hill.
He had to hold onto his bonnet so it wouldn't go flying with the amount of force you'd tugged at him.
Between the heavy rain, only your pounding footsteps, along with giggled and laughter, was heard as you rushed down the slope, hand in hand.
"Slow down, will ya?" Johnny laughed, almost tripping and landing face first in the mud.
It was scene straight from a book. Two lovers running free, not even the worst storms being able to stop them.
The mud and wet grass made you stumble more than once, but the sheer happiness of such a special moment made the dirt caking your dress and the water running down the back of your neck a worthy sacrifice.
When you reached the bottom of the hill, Johnny slowed the both of you down and wrapped his arms around your middle. You were hoisted up, a noise of surprise falling from your lips, as he spun you around.
You pressed your lips to his in a giggly kiss while Johnny set you back down.
"Ah truly love you more than ya could ever know, my love." He said softly, rubbing his thumb over your wet cheek.
"I love you too. I know I've said it a million times, but I can't stop." You chuckled softly, earning yourself another soft kiss from Johnny before he finally pulled you into the tavern.
The evening was spent wrapped in blankets, an ale in hand while you sat in your favorite little corner. Music was playing and people were dancing, but you were content right here.
Next to Johnny, your head on his shoulder, gently nodding off so you could dream of him and wake up tomorrow, just to do it all over again.
