My name is sir,Rabbithat, or just Rabbit is fine! i go by she/her but any pronouns are fine. I write fics in my limited free time and occasionally sketch out characters I like or OCS! I've also created a bird Au called Birds on base. Apparently people like that!
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Pre-Op Rituals - Sir_RabbitHat - Call of Duty (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]
(Ongoing mini series)
Teen
https://archiveofourown.org/works/65755168 (Birds on Base Call of Duty ONGOING MINI SERIES)
Thank you darlin (Soap X Ghost) - Sir_RabbitHat - Call of Duty (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own] (Completed Work)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64779025 (Omega X Terzo) Ghost bc (Completed work)
NSFW
Longing (Kƶnig x Horangi) - Sir_RabbitHat - Call of Duty (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own] (on hiatus)
why does this have 32k notes? itās just a picture of a knife in a ranch bottle, is there some unspoken joke that 32 thousand people share? what is going on here, i dont get it. itās just a fucking picture of a knife in a ranch bottle. is there some spiritual connection people have to this picture? is there some ominous and mystical reasoning that this has 32 thousand notes? do people reblog this because it makes them look like some indie blogger? or is there just something funny to this? someone please explain
The suits filed out of the office, dipping their chins and mumbling ābossā at Nik as they left. Price couldn't help but look at Nik. He'd carried himself with a tall authority for the entire day, shoulders squared, chest out, broad gestures that took up space; he had overpowered every man around him by sheer presence. But now the way he sat in his big armchair reminded Price of a large cat, stretching and flexing its claws contentedly after a long day butchering mice. All that power in easy repose.
The cigar smoke curled and circled above Nik's head, and Price found himself longing for a toke. While Nik had seemed at ease amongst the most dangerous men on the planet, Price had been ever vigilant and the tiredness was catching up on him, his damn leg and back ached. Retirement was clearly making him soft. A good smoke and an early night was all he could think about. Nik cleared his throat and Price focused back on his face to find a raised eyebrow.
āIs something on your mind, captain?ā
Priceās moustache twitched as his lips pressed together. Nik said his old rank like it was another thing for him to play with, and Price didn't like the way it sent a shiver down his spine. āJusā thinkinā about headinā home for a smoke and a kip.ā
Nik hummed, head tilting back as he rolled smoke around his tongue before puffing it out through pursed lips. God, fuck, he was so irritatingly good looking. The curls of his hair just beneath the cut of his jawline, with its dark shadow of stubble. Price's eyes followed his throat down the open collar of his shirt to the first hint of chest hair. āI would offer you one here, but this is my last,ā Nik said.
āFigure a man like you don't share,ā Price replied, smirking. He left the edge of the desk, arms unfolding from his chest as he searched for his coat.
āShare, no. Butā¦ trade for something of equal valueā¦ well, I am a businessman.ā
āOh yeah? Gāwon then. How much?ā
āThis one isā¦ $507,000.ā
Price choked on air. āYou āavinā a laugh?ā
āIt is six hundred years old; a Mayan Sicar. Discovered in a Guatemalan village in 2012. I was not sure they were still smokable, butā¦ it seems they are.ā
āBloody hell,ā Price huffed. āBit rich fer my blood.ā
āIt is a special occasion. Your first outing under my employ, and a successful deal. Worthy of such a unique find.ā
āI'll give it a miss. Doubt my pension could cover āalf a puff.ā
Price watched Nik tap the end against his crystal ashtray, admiring the way strong fingers curled around it, the golden chain around Nik's wrist hanging loose from his shirt sleeve. The other hand touched the inside of Nik's knee and then stroked up his thigh as his legs spread, and Price couldn't help but follow their path to his crotch.
His keks were well-fitted, tailored perfectly to the muscular body they contained, and as a result Price could see the swell of Nik's impressive cock through the expensive wool. His mouth felt like it was stuffed full of cotton walk, a jitteriness under his skin, belly squirming. He was hot for the internationally wanted arms dealer. How fuckinā predictable
āI can think of something of equal value you could offer.ā
āOh yeah?ā
Nik took another long draw from the cigar before he answered, watching John through the swirls of silver. āA kiss.ā
Price's back teeth clenched and a shiver rushed over his shoulders. āDon' be a prick. Sānoā bloody funny..ā
Amusement lit up in Nik's face. No one talked to him like that. Not ever. His hips shifted in the chair. āI may be aā¦ prick, but I am not in the habit of joking about such things. A kiss is my price, captain.ā
Price knew he was being toyed with in some way. He was the mouse between this lazy felineās claws, and there was no telling when they would swipe down on his head. He swallowed, glancing at the cigar in Nik's fingers and then the intense pair of eyes watching him for his answer. If he declined, there was no telling what the outcome would be, how Nik would continue to play with him as this odd arrangement continued. But if he agreed? A kiss was just a kiss.
āOlrighā, a kiss then.ā
Nik's head tilted to the other side and he curled his free fingers in a come hither that made Price bristle. He walked across the floor and stood in front of the chair, hands twitching at his side. Nik didn't move but to pat his thigh.
āYou can' be bloody serious.ā
āI wish to enjoy my investment.ā
Price didn't move at first. His entire body hummed with want. With sheer, unbridled desire. He didn't want the cigar anymore, he wanted to be in Nik's lap with Nik's hands on him. His feet moved slowly, like they were stuck to the floor. āThis better be a good cigarā¦ā Price murmured, lowering himself onto Nik's lap.
His heart thumped hard in his chest, the noise of it filling his ears, as the heat of Nik's body pressed against his. His thighs were solid, and they lifted to tilt Price against his chest, their faces mere inches apart. Nik smelled so good, rich cologne and cigar smoke, the faint trace of mint from the gum he had worked over in the back of the car.
Price was so trapped in his eyes that he missed the hand that lifted to take his jaw, strong fingers pushing through his beard to guide him closer. Nik kissed his lower lip gently, drawing it between his own, the tip of his tongue lapping the sensitive seam. He did the same to the upper, savoring, taking his time, before he drew Price's mouth to his.
The kiss was deep, satisfying, slow. Price sighed into it, prickles of pleasure flooding the length of his body as Nik's tongue slid over his. Price's palms rested on Nik's chest, working up to his collarbone where his fingers buried in his starched collar. Price wanted to climb inside, to pull it off and rub himself across the thick pelt of black hair he knew was underneath until he smelled of Nik's musk and sweat. His cock throbbed inside his trousers, pressing down the leg of his boxers as Nik moaned softly, the vibrations of it strong beneath Price's palms.
Nik's hands roamed, over his back to his waist to hold him, the other tracking slowly up the inside of his leg, testing, asking. Price should have pushed him away, bit him, something, but all he did was spread his legs a little and groan as Nik's strong hand cupped the tight swell of his balls, roaming up then to slide over his erection. The kiss grew hungrier as Nik squeezed, almost possessive, the pressure building in Priceās chest until he had to break away, panting.
Nik watched him passively, his hands unmoving from where they held the evidence of Price's want, the betrayal of his body. Price looked down at the hand over his cock, vision fuzzy as he drew in shuddering breaths. How easy it would be to give in and let this bloody mafioso fuck him here in this chair, how good it would feel at the time, but thenā¦ then the reality would set in. He'd be kicked to the curb before the cum had even dried.
āYou got yer kiss,ā Price rasped. āGiss the cigar.ā
Nik leaned back with a raised eyebrow and plucked the cigar wordlessly from the ashtray, offering it out to Priceās waiting hand. Price took his first drag right there, Nik's hands withdrawing from his body to rest on the arms of the chair. Those dark eyes watched Price with a hunger he'd only ever seen on hunters; predators who could only be satiated when their kill was helpless and broken open in front of them.
Price knew it was a matter of time, but that didn't mean he was going down easy.
