Nyx

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[princeseschalot]

Mdni! Nsfw, 🔞

You lost this round!!!

Katya was slammed face-down on the heavy table, wrists locked tight behind her back in reinforced cuffs. Her long brown braid had come half-undone, strands clinging to her skin. The throwing knife she had launched at his throat had been perfect. Silent. Lethal.

But his people were everywhere. Three silent alarms. Two hidden spotters. One big Russian who had simply stepped aside like he had already read her every move.

Now Nikolai stood behind her, broad chest pressed against her back, one large hand fisted gently but firmly in her hair, tilting her head back so she had to arch for him.

“You came all this way to kill me, little owl,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with that Russian accent. It was calm, almost friendly, like they were discussing a small business deal instead of the fact he had just captured her. “My Chimera boys watch every shadow in this city. You tripped them all. But I respect the attempt. Takes courage, da?”

Katya thrashed beneath him, petite body twisting hard, trying to slam an elbow back into his ribs. “Get the fuck off me—!”

She bucked again, legs kicking. He simply hooked one heavy boot between hers and kicked them wider, pinning her more firmly to the table. “Enough, malysh. You lost this round.”

She heard his belt, the zip of his pants. Then the thick, heavy weight of his cock pressed against her. It was hot, already leaking, intimidatingly large. He didn’t ask twice. He lined up and pushed in with one slow, relentless thrust, stretching her open until he was buried deep.

Katya cried out sharply, body seizing at the sudden burn and fullness. “Don’t.... no....stop...!”

“Shh, malyshka,” he soothed, voice still low and almost gentle even as he started moving. The deep, powerful strokes that rocked the table with every snap of his hips. One hand stayed fisted in her hair; the other gripped her hip, holding her exactly where he wanted. ."You feel so good… tight....”

Nikolai groaned deep in his chest, accent thickening with pleasure. “Da… that’s it. Let me hear you, Katya. You came to end me… now you take every inch instead. Good girl.”

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[princeseschalot]

Snippet from Chapter 13

Makarov is still in the wind." Nikolai's voice hardened. "But I have ears. If he moves, I will hear. The problem is that he knows I have ears. He will be careful."

"Laswell says he's planning something bigger than the metro attack."

"Laswell is always right. It is annoying." Nikolai moved to the sideboard and began rolling a fresh cigarette. "She also says we should not trust the Shadow Company people. Graves is ambitious. Ambitious men make mistakes."

"He's not wrong about the doctor, though," Ghost said. "She's a liability. Russian national. Access to British operators. If someone leaned on her—"

"No one is going to lean on her." Price's voice was firm. "She's under our protection now, whether she knows it or not."

"She doesn't know she's under protection," Gaz pointed out.

"Better that way. She acts natural."

Ghost turned from the window. "She doesn't act natural, Captain. That's my point. She acts controlled. There's a difference."

Price held Ghost's gaze for a long moment. Then he nodded slowly. "Noted. Keep watching her. But don't spook her."

Nikolai lit his fresh cigarette. "I will watch her as well. I have people at the hospital. Nurses, orderlies. If she is a threat, I will know."

"And if she's not?" Gaz asked.

"Then she is a very talented surgeon who happens to hate the same people we hate." Nikolai smiled thinly. "This is not a bad thing."

Price studied Nikolai for a moment. "You seem to have a lot of people in this city."

Nikolai's expression didn't change. "I have been in St. Petersburg a long time, Captain. One makes friends."

"Friends who sell things?"

Nikolai took a long drag on his cigarette, exhaled slowly, and said nothing. His silence was answer enough.

Price didn't push. He trusted Nikolai. As much as his fragile trust allowed it, even though Nikolai had been and still is most reliable man he knew. But he also knew that Nikolai's world was different from his own. In Nikolai's world, information was currency, favors were debts, and every relationship had a price. Price didn't need to know the details. He just needed to know that Nikolai's interests aligned with his own.

For now, they did.

Ghost moved toward the door.

"Simon." Price didn't raise his voice. "Where are you going?"

"Hospital." Ghost didn't turn around. "I want to be there when Soap wakes up again. He shouldn't be alone."

"The nurses will love that," Gaz said dryly. "Big man in the skull mask lurking in the corner at two in the morning."

Ghost paused at the threshold. He looked back over his shoulder. "I don't lurk."

"That's literally what you do, mate."

"No." Ghost turned back to the door. "Lurking implies hiding. I'm not hiding. I'm providing a presence."

He left. The door closed behind him with a soft click.

Nikolai shook his head, a genuine smile crossing his weathered face. "That one needs a woman."

"He needs a therapist," Gaz corrected.

"Same thing, sometimes." Nikolai drained his glass. "A good woman can be more therapeutic than ten years of talking to a stranger. Trust me. I know."

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/68995781/chapters/217604361

[tiredkatzz]

A shitty sketch I forgot to share here.

But even shitty sketches have their own charm to them.

[dsalcy]

[stressyviv]

@konigs-lover did you... did you see this? Or did I miss you in the reblogs?

[ojiisan01]

Not their normal conversation?

[johnpricescumrag]

Price loves watching his men fuck you. He loves how you grimace a little when Ghost slowly breaches your hole.

Price was mean to you today, not letting you get worked open by the sergeants before tossing you to Ghost. You sobbed and writhed, whimpering for him to slow down.

"Come on, love. You can take Simon's cock good for daddy, can't you?" Price teased, his fingers sliding into your mouth.

You whined, but nodded. You could take it, you could be good!

You sobbed out a high-pitched sound when Ghost bottomed out. He barely gave you time to adjust before he was harshly fucking into you.

Ghost and Price both obvious didn’t care that you had cum around Ghost's cock already. They were busy making out over your head.

When you whined for attention, Price just smacked you upside the head and fed his cock down your throat to placate you.

You couldn't deny it, you loved being used, especially by your boys.

[rawme-price]

Imagine being soaps widow after he passes, and having to move cities because of the safety risk, right?

No one from his team contacts you, and you've slowly learned to make peace with the grief that fills every room. Soften it's edges with slow mornings and toast in the evenings. The human mind can adapt to anything if there's routine. You almost forget about the fact you're in glorified witness protection.

Until your door busts in one night, a man covered in dark military gear catches you before you can react. He throws you onto the floor of your kitchen. You can't even open the window to scream for help.

He raises his gun to your temple.

Bang!

Blood spatters across your walls, over your terrified face. The man falls to the floor, crimson seeping from his head.

You're not sure how much time passes, but when you come to again you nearly scream, thinking the man somehow survived.

"Woah! Hey– ow– stop that–" a hand grabs your wrists where you were trying to punch the man. He snaps his fingers in your face "it's me. Simon."

Oh....simon. Johnny's friend.

"You...you killed him?" You ask, and when ghost nods you nearly sob and pull him into a hug. He's stiff and awkward the entire time, but you don't care "thank you! I'm so glad you knew to stop him! Thank you!!"

Ghost is glad Johnny never told you much about his work, or else you'd know there's no way ghost could have intervened that fast.

Truthfully, he'd been watching you far before the man showed up. A long scope from far away, your apartment on the top floor. You never thought to get better curtains than those thin things.

Ghost promised johnny he'd keep an eye on you, and he intends to keep that promise.

Though, with the way you're sobbing into his arms, it might be easier to watch you from a more...personal perspective.

[ghostlyev]

Old sketch :3

[princeseschalot]

🥰

[nekrosmos]

[l3ibnest]

Being scared of elons AI is so real😭

But yeah the only reason why I asked was bc I legit have no money, so in broke, but I really loved it and it made me crashout(lovingly) when I first saw it bc it was so yummy 😋

I can relate to being broke so much. Hope you get better soon. I was afraid tumblr might delete this acc entirely due to repeated reports but then at least they gotta have same standard for all posts. Thank you so much for enjoying my art.🥰

[888888-88]

Yeah I’ve been DOING HARD OK?!?!?!💢👹👹❤️‍🔥🍆🍆🖌️🎨🎨🖌️🎨

It’s 1:39AM in Japan and IM BARKING

And yes I have to work tomorrow so I should go to bed 🛌

Edit at June 6

Being too busy recently but I’m able to add mask version 🦸‍♂️

[nekrosmos]

Warm up doodle. Don't wake the bear 🐻​ | Pose reference [x]

[nekrosmos]

Warm up doodle. Don't wake the bear 🐻​ | Pose reference [x]

[rawme-price]

Okay but! Imagine nikolai observing price interacting with reader, right?

He sees how price treats you, the young sergeant who hangs on every word. Nik sees the empty space price has neglected, too. Well, he's never been one to say no to an opportunity, has he?

All it takes is a few warm touches, some sweet words to get you into his bed. You've obviously been craving the sort of attention nik is willing to give.

Which is how you end up in nikolais bed, the smell of oil and whisy surrounding you, his bare chest pressed to your back with a huff. The stretch is nearly unbearable, but nik just rubs a soothing palm over your hip and whispers "price would be proud of you, da? Taking me so well milaya..."

You whine, overwhelmed. Niks arms box you in, the hair of his chest scratching against your back. You never realized he and price smoked the same cigars until now, the familiar scent making you quiver. "Fuck! I– john– ah!"

A hand pinches your chest, hard enough for you to flinch back. Nikolai tuts "no, no. Lyubimyy, you're mine. John isn't here, yes?"

He rolls into you, fucking you deep, rough. His laugh rumbles against your chest when your knees buckle and you fall into the bed. He just adjusts his position and pushes you further into the matress. "It's me. Say it, say my name. Let john hear you moan for me."

"Fuck– c'mon, nik, don't make me–" you try, embarrassed enough to be doing this with your dear captain in the house. But then nik rubs against that perfect space, and you can't hold back "fuck! Nik! Nikolai! Please, it's you nik!"

"Mmhh, good soldier. I can't believe john hasn't taken you yet." His hips stutter, and you flush as you feel nikolais cum fill you up "good job, kid."

...you pointedly refuse to meet price's eyes the next morning. You also refuse to acknowledge the death glare he sends a very smug nik.

[usermasked]

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[simonriley09]

Nikolai

[rawme-price]

After the gunshot then subsequent surgeries and healing, soap isn't able to drive anymore, right?

It's stupid, and he feels like a teen asking his older friends for rides whenever he has to text someone because he needs to be someplace farther than a thirty minute walk. No one says it, but soap can tell they get tired of driving him to the shops.

Well...everyone except you that is.

You love to have soap in your car, or at least soap thinks you do. He doesn't understand why until he brings up his worries about being a burden and you scoff with a glance to his side "what? You're like my passenger princess, johnny. I'm not letting a pretty thing drive himself."

Which...that comment definitely shouldn't make soaps face burn tomato red. He used to be so good at maintaining a straight face.

You glance at him again, then bark out a laugh at his flush. "Oh? You like that, johnny?" A hand leaves the steering wheel, lands heavy on his knee "you like being my eye candy? Hm?"

Soap can only squeak in embarrassment. His dick, which he thought lost function after the gunshot with all the good it did him, jerked to life. "Jesus, dove." He scrubs a palm over his face "don't play like that."

You raise your brows and let your hand creep up to his inner thigh. Soaps lost some of the muscle definition you remember seeing in the gym last year, and a delicious layer of fat has taken it's place. You knead it just to feel soap jerk in his seat, "not playin' johnny. You look damn nice sat in my car, relying on me for a ride. so cute when you thank me, too."

"...really?" Soap asks, voice high and tight with tension as your pinky grazes over his crotch. He has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from humping your palm.

"Yeah. Really." This time, soap can't stop the moan he lets out when you fully cup him, rubbing the heel of your palm against his clothed erection. "Why don't you give me a show, princess? Entertain me, hm?"

Soaps never shoved his pants down so fast.

The fact that you pull over to make him lick up the cum on your dashboard really cements the fact. Soap is your passenger princess, and he's delighted at the fact.