warnings: MNDI!!, Gogol conditioning you with the bells on his jester costume 😳 not a full story, just a concept :) not proof-read and i haven't reread it yet as well.
naturally Nikolai likes to dress up in different costumes, especially when he's undercover. However, even his basic jester costume has variations. The one he's been fucking you in lately has the goddamn bells. Tiny little things jiggling and tinkling everytime his hips thrust in and out of your pussy.
To your question "why the sudden change of attire?", Kolya beamed and swirled around, the sound of the bells streaming around like a carol song:
"Quiz! Does the jester wear the costume because it's easier to put on or easier to take off?"
You laughed because it was funny. It was silly.
Until it was not.
You'd noticed long ago that jokes of Gogol had an equal potential of making your day and ruining it. This time when you'd heard the bells somewhere else and got instantly wet, you knew you were fucked. In all meanings of the word.
Your mistake wasn't realising it or trying to take this lightly. Your mistake was to share this "funny little incident with him".
"Oh, my lovely dove, how interesting!" he chimed in delight before his tongue slammed inside your mouth in a mad attempt of devouring (as in he just eagerly kissed you).
And, of course, the next time you were chanting "I'm cumming, Kolya, I'm cumming!" you heard mocking ding-ding-ding as you peaked. Not your pouting face and, of course, not your accusing words did any difference because suddenly the jester found a new way to "prank" you and wasn't planning to stop anytime soon.
Of course, with Kolya interests, hobbies or certain jokes were never permanent, he was overgrowing them overnight like a boy who was shorter than girls in his class hit puberty and next morning stood at the front of the line. They were his toys, ideas and he quickly grew bored of them. So, you just had to hold on. And, matter of fact, how much damage a silly little bell in the hands of a madman could do?
Actually a lot. First encounters everytime you were cumming you were hearing a very distinctive sound of a bell. Ding-ding-ding. Then, hopping around, he started to wiggle it in front of your nose when you weren't having sex.
"Are you wet? Tell me! Are you soaked?" he was so excited, fingers in gloves probing under your clothes. "Ohh, you are!"
He pavlov'ed you, conditioned to get super horny whenever you heard bells. Not just the jester ones! Windchime bells, keychain bells, one time someone's notification sound was like that and upon hearing you instantly felt arousal warming in your lower belly!
Not to mention, that he absolutely found ways to make it even harder for you: he used his ability to ring a bell when you least expected this. A business meeting? Your panties were wet. Meeting with a friend? Couldn't think of nothing else but Nikolai's cock. Grocery store? You were hurried home, forgetting to buy half of your list.
"When will you stop?" you groaned with offence but your words held little power when your pussy walls were gripping his cock like that.
"I don't know, today, tomorrow?" He grinned, thrusting, stupid bells of his costume ringing. "Mhm, maybe never? Must a jester reveal all of his secrets to the audience?...Especially when she grips me like that," a sudden honesty amid madness, something that you learned to appreciate as much as one appreciated the wind: it was just passing through, probably never to return.
He did stop eventually, because he lacked the patience for proper training, and what was the fun in it anyway? He enjoyed your free spirit, your unpredictability.
It took you some time but you stopped getting aroused hearing all sort of rigning. However, one sound had continued making you wet. The teasing tinkling of the jester costume's bells.
warnings: MNDI!!, freaky, cum eating, cunnigulus, piv, english isn't my first language
a/n: inspired by that one tiktok sound with josh hutcherson "i promise i'll be a good boy, let me come with you", except he's not a sub here (i should write something about sub! male characters)
a bit self-insert, the reader's backstory is that she's from ada and been banging gogol behind everyone's back lol but the story takes place some time after
also I don't know ukrainian but I know some russian, so i wrote some of his phrases in russian. if it's insensitive i apologize and if someone would be kind enough to provide the right translation in ukrainian, I'd be more than happy to edit :)
Left turn. Right. Left again.
You followed the probable path of a suspect for the third time already, its end lying in a drafty room full of files and boxes, chaotically scattered on the ground. Exasperated and confused, you walked inside again and scanned the room: nothing seemed to be out of place, nothing seemed to hint at where the suspect might have fled.
You had already turned around, intending to retrace the steps again as you felt a slight ripple in the world's material behind your back.
You knew this feeling.
But a sense of nostalgia wasn't as quick to hit you as a joyful voice of a man behind:
"Detective! Long time no see. Do you need my help with the case perhaps? I can get very creative while dealing with sneaking little mice."
Slowly you turned back in disbelief but your mind didn't lie to you: in a flash there was standing Nikolai Gogol. A bit skinnier than you remembered, a bit crazier looking. He wasn't wearing his usual eye patch, his hair was braided less carefully and clothes seemed to be in a disarray like he was in a hurry to get dressed today.
"Kolya," you noted, acknowledging him.
He flashed you a cheeky smile.
"Oh, you still remember my name! How delightful!" there was a little twirl and a bow before he picked up a little figurine of what seemed to be a giraffe before throwing it up, catching with his ability and placing, or more like dropping, to the same spot it was at, creating a clinking sound.
You crossed your arms, stance defiant and, well, offended. You reassured yourself hundred times that his disappearance was an expected event, one you anticipated, and it didn't bother you at all, yet, the moment you saw him in flesh, standing there all smiley and unapologetic, pettiness overcame your reasoning.
"Do you still remember my name? It's been five months since we last saw each other."
Gogol stopped moving for a second, not enough for someone else to catch it but you knew his mannerism by now. If he wanted to say something, he decided not to, instead he nonchalantly opened a box closest to him.
"Oh, look, a video tape! How about a little game, Detective," he bounced towards you, but you could see that his eyes weren't mirroring his gleeful demeanor at all. If anything he looked like he was masking an on-going hysteria.
"A guessing game," he continued, getting really close to you. "I say it's camera surveillance footage that captured the suspect we're looking for. What do you say? If I win, I get a wish from you. If you win, you own a wish to me," he put his index finger through the hole in the cassette and started spinning it in front of your face.
You sighed, choosing to ignore the unfair rules, instead looking him right in the eyes.
"We?"
"Why, I'll help you! Maybe we'll even become the partners with the highest rate of successfully solved cases, and they'll give us some sort of incentive! Does ADA have this type of stuff?" he chirped and his free hand jerked like he tried to grab your waist but something stopped him.
You raised your eyebrow.
"You're still a wanted terrorist. Danger to society. And you want to become an ADA detective?" you scoffed, then turned away from him, fully intending to leave.
You made only a couple of steps before the space right in front of you ripped, revealing him again. The smile from his face was gone, an unreadable expression not hidden by any theatrics plastered instead. For a second he just stood there, looking at you without blinking and something hot sunk deep inside of you. Could have been fear. Could have been something else.
You had never been afraid of him. From the first meeting and till today every time you saw Gogol you felt nothing but mind-numbing arousal. It was like your always logical and rational brain just stopped working every time your eyes laid upon that pretty jester. It had even resulted in you abandoning any reason and becoming "enemies with benefits" with one of the very people your organisation was after. Well, every time a thought of ending it all crossed your mind it was promptly silenced by another mind-blowing orgasm.
But this time it had been some time since you saw him and you could tell that something about him was even more unhinged than before.
Silence fell in the room, tension palpable.
When he took a step forward you instinctively jerked but didn't move away. You watched the next scene like it was filmed in slow motion: he kneeled, slow but determined, like he planned this even before he appeared in the room, eyes pathetic and desperate, never leaving yours. The cassette dropped to the ground next to him.
"(Y/n), please. Let me come with you. To ADA, to you apartment, anywhere. I promise I'd be a good boy, okay? If you're so scared of me, the famous terrorist, you can put a muzzle on me," he pleaded, voice frantic.
"What are you, a dog?" you chuckled.
"Please, you don't understand," he crawled closer and gripped your thighs. "I feel so lost," his voice a whisper, eyes never leaving yours, so you could see just how hollow he felt. "Since Dostoy was gone I was just wandering around. No purpose. No sense of self. So much freedom, yet I felt so trapped," he was mindlessly drawing circles on your hips with his thumbs. "I didn't know where to go, what to do. And then I realised!" his eyes glowed up.
He moved even closer so that his mouth found a patch of naked skin between your shirt and jeans and placed a wet kiss there.
"Kolya, what-" you tried to pull away, arousal instantly started to burn in your lower belly, but he held steady.
"I'm not alone, I have you! And I can be very-very useful to you," he kept on placing kisses. "If I can't be a detective, there's another way I can help you, right? I did it before and you liked it very much," he dragged his tongue up to your belly button, never once breaking an eye contact, while his quick fingers shot up to unbutton your jeans.
"Stop, not here!" you gasped, feeling wetness already start to pool in your panties.
Yet regardless of your desire your mind was conflicted. You saw he wasn't mentally well, not to mention, that you guys were being freaky at a crime scene. Hell, there were policemen in the perimeter, any of them could get up there to check on the detective and offer their assistance.
"Why?" he murmured, tugging your pants down to your knees. "We did it in places way worse."
He finally broke eye contact to place a kiss above your knee.
"Abandoned theatre."
A kiss a bit higher, on your inner thigh now.
"Alleyway."
Even higher.
"ADA's rooftop while some of your colleagues were still working inside."
Finally his mouth found your panties and he licked the cloth, right where your clit stayed hidden (for now, you resolve was crumbling, and fast). Your breath hitched, all fight leaving your body, all reasoning out of the window. You wondered sometimes if he bewitched you or had simply stolen your pride with one of his magic tricks.
But what truly undid you was when he looked up with eyes wide, lost and so prettily crazy to plead:
"Let me be useful to you, солнышко. I missed you so much."
Your hand dropped on the top of his head, holding him, not letting to inch closer but not pushing away either.
"You disappeared for five months. I thought you were gone for good. But turns out the person who always fantasized about freedom didn't like it at all?"
His eyebrows rose in question or a plea, but his answer was immediate:
"Freedom is a beautiful thing. Liberating, enchanting. But while I found myself drifting in this world full of possibilities I learned that breaking the cage is much more inspiring than existing without one."
His expression changed into a half-lidded look of yearning, fingers tenderly caressing your thighs up and down.
"Darling," he whispered. "Would you be my cage?"
You had to suppress a moan but couldn't hide the shake in your legs.
"So that you're going to break me eventually?" you smirked but let go of his head, allowing him to move freely.
"Ideally," he murmured, then inched to your pussy so close you could feel his breath even despite the thin layer of panties. "Or maybe after spending more time with you I'll decide that my biggest dream after all is a house in a countryside and a big family with small Gogols running around."
You scoffed.
"You know this even sounds ridiculous."
"Do I? After all, a jester always has a couple of tricks saved to entertain the crowd."
Before you could answer he gave another lick, this time firmer, his arms gripping your hips now.
"You're soaked, Detective!" he chirped from between your legs. "And at the crime scene nonetheless!"
You couldn't say a word because his licking intensified, more frequent, more precise now. He knew how your body worked, knew what pace you needed to cum the quickest. All that was left for you was to grip his hair, though it was really hard to stay upright with your legs shaking that much.
"Mhm, look at that," Nikolai murmured, tracing a finger between your folds. "Your panties are so wet, they're nothing but a concept now. Guess you don't need them anymore," with that he tugged them down to your knees, next to your pants.
"Kolya, I can't hold this pose," you whined.
"Oh, but, Detective, the room is so dirty. I can't have you risk catching anything, can I?" he cooed, mischief finally coming back to his eyes. "You have no other choice but to cum while standing."
And then he was between your legs again, this time no barrier between your cunt and his hot tongue.
"Mmh-missed it so much," he mumbled, slurping and sucking like a man starved.
"Me too!" as it was happening times and times before, your pride shattered, hidden, lost, just like your shame.
He parted your legs some more, as much as clothes around your knees would allow, and slid his tongue into your fluttering hole while one of his hands was playing with your clit and another held you by your ass.
It took one look at his face glowing with your juices for you to finally cum. Your eyes snapped closed, thighs shook around his head and after the wave of pleasure receded, you felt yourself stumbling back and falling.
Your body was already prepared to feel hard concrete when it unexpectedly met a soft jumpy mattress.
You opened your eyes in surprise just to realise that you were laying on a bed now in the unfamiliar room, though Gogol was still between your legs, lapping at your pussy, insistent on overstimulating you.
"Kolya, where are we?" you moaned, trying to push his head away.
He raised his face up, his chin wet and glistening, eyes bright and cheerful like he was waiting for the audience to ask the key to his performance.
"Ah, the motel is right next door to this factory. Isn't it a delightful coincidence, my love? Just right in 30 meters. Actually I feared that you'd take a couple of more steps to the door and I'd have to push you back forcefully," he giggled. "Glad it didn't happen, right? Or disappointed? You'd love me to use a bit of force, don't you? I know you like it rough sometimes, you, freak," with that he pushed two fingers inside your pussy.
You gasped at the sudden intrusion, but he only cooed:
"Don't worry, just another orgasm, and I'm going to give you my dick, baby."
Oh, you knew you were in for over-overstimulation tonight.
Your cunt clamped on his fingers in anticipation.
"Aww, someone's eager."
And his mouth was on your clit again, sucking and leaking. This time instead of pushing him away, you gripped the sheets, moaning your heart out, hips bucking into his face.
"Kolya, your fingers feel so good!"
His actions halted for a second, both fingers and tongue stopping at once, prompting you to look at him in confusion.
He giggled, but it sounded broken, wrong, honest. A genuine reaction of a human, not exaggerated emotion of a jester that was trying to impress. No, it was real him, Nikolai, and his pain, nostalgia, love.
Before you could confront him, he was back at it: bringing you closer and closer to cumming until the warmth, tingling and sweet, spread across your pussy blowing up like a small firework. He lapped at it till you sagged, spent, and then some more, but his demeanor changed now to something quieter, content...tender even.
"What's wrong?" you muttered, fingers reaching his hair to pet him.
Your voice seemed to wake him from the haze, naughtiness coming back to his eyes, as he looked up and nuzzled into your hand.
"Am I being a good boy, Detective? Do I seem useful to you now?" he purred, undoing his pants before crawling on top of you.
"Stop with the usefulness talk," you groaned but couldn't bite back a smirk.
Gogol finally freed his cock, already hard and glistening with pre-cum, bobbing hopefully just like its owner. You felt it nudging your entrance, and a wave of arousal shot across your whole body. You even winced.
"Oh, how I love your honest reactions," Nikolai whispered, his lips touching your cheek but not kissing you anywhere yet. "You were always the most grateful audience, my love."
"You had other 'audiences'?"
He giggled at your joke, slowly pushing inside, centimeter by centimeter until you could feel him so deep, it felt like he was hitting your cervix. The stretch was tasty, your walls welcoming him even after all those months.
"Oh, fuck, darling!" he gasped, stopping, giving you some time to get used to the stretch. Meanwhile he leaned in, his nose nudging your cheek lovingly. "You feel like the overwhelming happiness after receiving minutes and minutes of standing ovations."
You swiftly tugged his braid and bucked your hips a little:
"Stop teasing, move!"
Nikolai gasped, a wanton - highly exaggerated - sound and flashed you the most amused grin you had ever seen.
"Insatiable," he singsonged but obeyed.
He moved one of your knees higher with his, which allowed him to get even deeper, as he set a fast pace. Perhaps, too fast for your already sensitive cunt, so you whined loudly and grabbed his shoulders, piercing the skin with nails in retaliation but it seemed to excite his sadistic nature ever further.
"That's it, whine, moan, cry!" he blabbed. 'Oh, how much I love your little song, my darling bird! Пой, птичка, пой!"
You tugged at his braid again, a reflective motion more than anything because it was hard for you to even think at this point. Your pussy squeezed him, waves of pleasure coursing through you over and over until you squealed and squirted against his shaft.
Gogol, just as drunk on pleasure, loudly moaned as he spilled inside, following you closely.
"Bra-vo," he panted, voice low and hoarse, and captured your lips in a long, wet kiss, tongue swirling against yours.
Your legs stopped shaking by the time he pulled back, a string of saliva stretched between you too. He always liked it nasty and you were too fucked (up) to care.
"Now what?" you mumbled, tired, though your pussy was still pulsing around his cock.
Nikolai hummed, tenderness leaving his eyes, not completely, but it was clear his jester mask was slipping back on, hiding the lover one. Well, whether it was a mask or his true essence still remained a riddle to you.
His thumb found your swollen clit, circling and prompting you to jerk.
"We can go for another one. I mean you're still asking questions instead of drooling and crying for mercy and I'm still hard," he announced, bucking his hips showy.
You whined and tried to grab his wrists but your hands disappeared into black holes and reappeared above your head.
"Nah-ah, Detective, I'm definitely not done with our performance yet," he cooed, dropping his head down to pepper your neck with kisses while one of his hands was playing with your clit and another rubbing your nipple.
"Kolya," you whined, heart hammering in your chest. You weren't even sure you'd cum again, pleasure mixing with a slight pain at this point.
"I have one magical phrase that would give you stamina to go for another round," he murmured, then turned his face to look you in the eyes, nose bumping. "You want it?"
Your answer was a short, exhausted nod. What could he possibly say for you not to push him away right then and there?
He moved even closer, his lips so close to yours, you could feel his breathing on your skin. But what struck you the most was his eyes: half-lidded, aroused but painfully honest, pupils dilated like he was looking at the prettiest artwork ever created. Like you were a magnificent masterpiece. A lighthouse that he was looking for amidst the storm.
"I belong to you," he whispered, and looked at you like a puppy, expecting to either be given a treat or a punishment.
For a beat you said nothing, your expression cold but then you sighed and pecked his lips.
"Okay, one more round," you resigned, trying to not show how fast your heart was beating.
Damn this pretty jester and his stupid loyalty, which, apparently, was now directed at you.
"Hooray! One more round is all I need for you to finally break, Detective!" he chirped, but before you could answer with something witty, he set such a punishing pace, you couldn't contain your moans and whimpers.
"Kolya, slow down!" you begged but his long fingers were quick to slither into your mouth muffling you.
"Shush there, enjoy the performance," he growled with unexpected fever, as he continued plunging in and out of your sore core.
The room was filled with the sounds of bed creaking, wet skin on skin slapping and moans, that neither of you even tried to suppress. Your mission was long forgotten, hell, you even forgot where you were and why, the only thought present in that mash of brain of yours was that something big is coming, and very soon.
Hotness spread through your body, moans transferred into scream of ecstasy, and then your body shook hard as you came your brains out.
"That's it, that's it," Nikolai mumbled, neither fingers nor hips stopping yet. "More, just a little more."
You didn't even have the power to say anything in protest, dumbly drooling around his fingers, tears streaming down cheeks as he wrecked another orgasm out of you, this time weaker, but just as intense.
Through the ringing in your ears you heard Gogol's giggle and felt how he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and cock from your pussy. While your dizzy mind pondered why you felt so empty all of a sudden, Nikolai pumped his cock some more and spilled all over your naked body, the stream of his cum so strong, some of it even landed on your chin.
You had absolutely zero strength to move or to even mumble something, so he brazenly used this opportunity to lick his own cum from your face.
"Mhm, tasty, Detective," he murmured, then canceled his ability, freeing your arms. "Are you still with me? I'd die if you leave."
Even though both of you were more than spent, he somehow was still energetic enough to pepper your face with kisses. Like he had just realised that he did actually miss you and now was trying to give all the affection he owed.
"Kolya," you groaned and managed to lift your arm to gently push at his face. "Some personal space, please?"
"Personal space after my cock was inside you? I don't think so," he singsonged, pushing his whole weight onto you, simultaneously smudging his cum between both of your bodies.
"Ew," you couldn't contain a chuckle.
While you were regaining the sense of self, Gogol was exploiting this opportunity to press kisses all over your face, until you gasped:
"I have to go! The officers have probably lost me and think I was kidnapped by the culprit."
"You kinda were, солнышко," Nikolai giggled but finally got up (after another, particularly long smooch). "But not by the culprit. I have a gift for you by the way! Come on, let me help you put on your clothes," he prattled as he hovered over you, hastily cleaning you and himself with tissues.
Only when you were seated, tired, disoriented but fully clothed and almost clean, Gogol (who was wearing his full jester costume now) bowed before you:
"And now I present to you a gift for my beloved detective! A round of applause, please!"
You clapped begrudgingly.
But the moment the space wrapped and a man tied to a chair appeared in the room your eyes widened and you stood up promptly.
"That's, that's!" you stuttered, pointing at the stranger whose scared eyes was looking around in panic. Clearly he wasn't used to being teleported around.
Nikolai giggled and grabbed your finger like you were giving him a bouquet of flowers, then spun you around.
"The culprit you were frantically looking for, Detective, yes! Apparently I can be useful in many ways," he stopped spinning and kissed you again. "So. Do you think I should apply to ADA today or tomorrow?"
You slapped him lightly in the chest but did a poor job of hiding your smirk.
"We'll talk about it later. After we transfer this asshole to the police."
солнышко - sunshine
пой, птичка, пой - sing, little bird, sing
"Have you ever felt abandoned when you were unmotivated?" ' you asked quietly.
The moon was shining in the sky, the stars seemed to sense its presence and react with delight. The grass was soft, the fabric of the blanket you draped over it tickled you. The one you love, you and a beautiful night. Maybe those were the only good memories of the weird and depressive days in life, when you got philosophical. "Yes. I guess loneliness is sometimes only noticed when you can't do anything..."
His voice was your favorite. A sound that makes you peaceful and happy. You saw his hair waving, his side profile shining with the moonlight. He was looking at the stars. "You know, sometimes I just look at each star and tell one of my problems. Because when I give each one a problem to worry about, it feels like the whole universe is taking my troubles away from me." He said, while still looking at stars. "Isn't time the only thing we worry about? We'll never have enough of it. So let the universe take their bad energies. The next day, as the sun rises and the stars fall into darkness, they will gather their energy again. When their hopes are gathered, they will brighten the darkness they have fallen into."
He was right. At the end of every darkness there was a light. Perhaps despair was not something that was renewed in 24 hours. But hope would necessarily be evident from anywhere when we were worried. "I love you." you whispered. His heart arched for you. Your lover smiled and kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms around you. "I love you too, baby."
And yes, being alone, although it was the purpose of living, was sometimes very frightening. Still, romantically or not, it was a good feeling to be alone with someone you had a love bond with. A feeling that reminds you of the purpose of life.
After all, at the end of the day, 8 billion fallen stars can still shine again in the dark with sunlight, right?
Chuuya, Sigma, Atsushi, Gogol, Tecchou, Jouno(even he cant see he would say the sentences), Mammon, Simeon, Satan, Belphegor, Solomon, Diavolo, Izuku, Shoto, Hawks, Amajiki, Jamil, Malleus, Lilia, Cater, Rook, Trey, Tighnari, Zhongli, Childe, Kazuha, Xiao and your favs...
@senpaiofotome a little gift to both to my love and me <3
Yoo can I request Nikolai with a platonic! younger female reader who's mother is like Nagisa's mother but she wanted a son instead? e.g. she forces her daughter to crossdress, have short hair, and basically dictates her daughter's life without letting her do what she wants. How would Nikolai react since it kinda goes against his values of freedom yknow
If this is triggering, please feel free to ignore this request.
Hii! I'm so sorry for posting this super late, but school's been testing me recently haha. I was really interested by this concept and it saddened me that I couldn't work on it sooner, sorry again! (I am so sorry if I didnt do it justice) Thank you for the request and hope you enjoy!
Nikolai Gogol x Female Reader
Summary: in the ask
Warnings: controlling mother, suggestions of killing
WC: 0.5k
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Freedom was Nikolai's ultimate goal. He'd rather die than not be free, yet here you were standing in front of him, confined and still living your poor life. The exact opposite of Nikolai.
You were the object of Nikolai's disdain. He wasn't disdainful towards you as a person, no, he liked you too much to look down on you. But what he did look down on was your situation. It went entirely against his goal. And that insulted him. How could someone he was fond of be so trapped when you could be so free?
You had the freedom to walk away and leave your restrictive mother. You had the freedom to grow your hair out to look more feminine the way you wanted. You had the freedom to wear the clothes that you felt comfortable in. Yet you still came to him wearing masculine clothing, pretending to be someone you weren't. All to please the woman who birthed you.
It truly was pathetic in Nikolai's eyes. But you were someone he cared about, so that disdain turned to anger and he would happily end your mother if it meant that you could embrace yourself as a female and not a male.
You sat down next to him on the pier. You had a new haircut today. He pursed his lips but bit his tongue when he saw your defeated eyes.
"New haircut,"
"Yeah,"
You smiled at him. Even on the worst days, just being near Nikolai brought a smile onto your face.
"I don't want to talk about her. I will say though, that I did fight,"
"Really? Well I'm proud,"
Nikolai refrained from ruffling your hair and instead patted your shoulder. You beamed at him. How adorable. You were like a sister to him.
If only he could protect you and make you happy like a big brother should. He was free, so he didn't see why he couldn't set you free.
You lightly touched his clenched fist. He stared at you slightly surprised.
"Being friends with you makes me happy, and for now I just want to stay like this. I don't want to worry or to think about her. I'll take it one small step at a time, so please be patient,"
Your smile calmed him. And even though he'd go to the ends of the world to make you happy, he would never do something that you didn't want him to do. Like removing your mother's existence from the world.
"Alright. Just know that I'm always here for you,"
"I know,"
Nikolai smiled lightly as you rested your head on his shoulder.
"Perhaps freedom will have to wait, as long as it means I can enjoy these moments with you with no worries, I'm happy,"
But beneath that smile and carefree tone, violent thoughts swirled around in his head. You were so sweet, so forgiving. So naive.
He had to set you free from your controlling mother. Life was given to you so you could be free. You were stripped of the freedom that you so clearly deserved. He felt passion burning in his chest more strongly than it ever did before.
Hi! Are you still continuing “sweet song nightingale Toc” by any chance?
It's a finished book, actually! I have a small continuation on my bsd masterlist because someone requested it, but as for any follow up books, nah. It's finished up.
warnings: not sfw!, afab reader, public fingering (?), gogol uses his ability in improper ways
You and Nikolai have been in a relationship for quite a time now and yet you dared to share with him your little desire not that long ago. Given his ability, the man could use his hand to appear in completely unrelated to him places. And, well, you knew exactly where you wanted it to appear.
Gogol said that he would deliver your request but with his eccentric personality the time and place remained unknown. “It’s gonna be a surprise!” he exclaimed and you could do nothing but to comply.
Days passed and even though you never forgot about his promise, you let it stay in the back of your mind. So now, when you were sitting behind your desk in the office, you involuntarily jumped as you felt something alien touching your folds. It took you seconds to realise that it was your boyfriend’s fingers and you almost grabbed your phone to text him as his palm covered your vagina.
It felt just like he was there, sitting behind you, and you almost gave in to his touch as you’ve heard your colleague’s phone rang. Finally you realised the dread of the situation - you were in your working place while your boyfriend was about to finger you from whatever the place he was. Once again you tried to reach for your phone but had to cover your mouth instead as Gogol’s finger started to play with your clit.
Moans were trying to escape your lips, your cheeks flushed as you crouched over the table. You were sure that nobody would see you unless they’d want to pay the visit but they still could hear you.
You were already socking wet because of how arousing the situation was and how tenderly and yet firmly your boyfriend’s hand was working when he pushed his first finger in you. The gasp never became audible but now you feared that somebody would hear the lewd fingering sounds. Soon enough Nikolai added another finger ruthlessly pumping them in and out of you. You were close, you were so close, trying so hard to keep the sounds down when the screen of your phone lit with a new message.
“Cum.” You read and immediately came undone. A quiet moan escaped your lips but you didn’t care enough. As you were coming from your high, you noticed that nobody bothered to check where the sound was coming from.
You picked up your phone and texted Gogol asking where he was. The response made your pussy throb again:
“Close enough to make you come many times more ;)”
