#nikolai cod

[quarterlifekitty]

Nikolai who asks you for a portal pussy for the most unselfish reason

He’s not particularly into the idea— what fun is filling you with his cock when he can’t fold you under him, when he can’t hear your pretty noises? No, he doesn’t fuck it for stress relief or anything. He’d rather wait to have you in your entirety.

But he is using it to manage your sleep schedule.

He knows you lapse a little when he’s away— you get caught up in all your little tasks and amusements and projects, and end up staying awake far too late.

And nothing knocks you out like a good orgasm.

So he’s got an alarm set, modified for time zone differences, and that’s when he knows it’s bed time for his pchelka. That’s when he brings out your portal pussy from the little thumbprint-locked case he keeps it in, and slowly starts to caress and play with you. That’s your warning— best clean up your things and get ready for bed, darling.

Sometimes he doesn’t even get hard from it. That’s how much this is for your benefit. He uses his fingers and tongue great effect, coaxing those sticky, lewd sounds— but not enough to truly excite him. He needs you for that. The whole package of shaking thighs and pitchy mewling and clutching hands.

He makes you cum two or three times, enough for your sex to be swollen and glistening, for your hole to tremble and squeeze like it wants to milk his fingers. Enough to send you straight to dreamland.

[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.

[kittysduty]

Thinking about a world where cat!hybrids are extremely rare and sought after, to the point where majority of the ones found are whisked away into underground breeding facilities or elite homes…

So imagine Nik’s surprise when he’s met with the most gorgeous Persian!hybrid cat he’s ever seen — the fluffiest white tail in immaculate condition, and soft white ears poking out from your head that swivel every which way. Just sitting there in his warehouse.

“Koshechka… Bozhe moy,” Nik murmurs, his brown eyes swirling at the sight of you.

Your head tilts adorably in confusion, and he tries again.

“You speak English, da?”

He takes the swish of your tail as one of understanding, and nods to himself, murmuring another, “da…”

Without another word, he’s striding to pull down his warehouse roller doors, locking everything up. A ping to Watcher One signals he’s out of commission under further notice.

“Come, koshechka, let papochka brush your tail.”

[nekrosmos]

Quick morning Nikolai sketch! Making breakfast for a very sleepy Price. What were they up to the night before, I wonder.

[total-killer-brainrot]

another 🌽!link

You couldn't focus. No matter how hard you tried. Every time John's cock teased your lips Nik would thrust horribly deep. The overwhelming fullness of it bringing tears to your eyes as your head dropped against John's thigh. Gripping his cock like a lifeline.

Thick fingers threaded through your hair, but it did nothing to calm you. Not when Nikolai was destroying your poor cunt like he was.

You tried to lift your head again. Hands shaking so much it was a struggle to angle the brit's cock towards your mouth. Lips parting to take him in, only to sob out a moan as Nik's thrusts shoved you up, forcing you to rest your forehead against John's stomach. The tip of his cock smearing precum against your cheek.

Babbling curses spilled from your lips as tears wet your lashes.

"Knew you were too fuckin' useless to have both of us at once..." John groaned. Neglected cock twitching where it rested in your palm.

You were too far gone to respond. Drool pooling on his belly when you rested. Your eyes foggy as you gazed up at him.

"Nik hurry up. I want a go at that cunt."

[kkusuka]

merry christmas 😆😆

john price absolutely gets roped into being the mall santa after retirement. which eh repeatedly uses as an excuse to sit you on his lap and paw at your clit until you tell him exactly what you want on the 25th.

simon don’t celebrate christmas before meeting you and you can tell because when you ask him to get a tree he comes back with what you think is a branch from your neighbors yard. he makes it up to you by using it as fire wood (anything to keep the house warm enough to have you in booty shorts)

soap insists on baking his grandmothers cookies every year, the. the second the last batch goes into the oven his nose is nudging your clit and his tongue is fucking you against the counter. he only stops when you’ve come at least three times or your kitchen fills with smoke.

gaz wakes you up on christmas with cinnamon rolls and a glass of hot chocolate, gifts you a spa day, a nail appointment, and a mountain weekend, then makes all of your food for dinner. he knows it’s all worth it when you fuck him to sleep after getting home.

nikolai forgets that it’s christmas and somehow you end up in a cabin in the alps with wine and prime rib in the oven. best part about the mountains is that there’s no one out there for miles so he can fuck you against any window without working about getting another public indecency fine.

[boolger]

Something something tattoo au in which reader has a one-night stand with John and Nikolai, which was your first threesome and it was fun, but you’re convinced you’ll never see them again.

Something something, when you turn up for your first ever tattoo appointment the day after, guess who owns the place :)) turns out John does tattoos as well and Nikolai pierces. even though it’s tattoo artist! Johnny who does your tattoo, you can’t stop thinking about John and Nikolai - the men appear once and again, asking how you’re doing, if you want any water etc.

Then when you’re all finished, John gives you instructions on what to do the following days to keep the tattoo clean, his hands sliding along your body perhaps a bit too much. You even get a discount for “being a good girl” and a scribbled note with a number, in case you wanna go out for a drink with them soon.

Something something, when you leave you’re immediately considering if you want a tattoo from John or a new piercing from Nikolai.

Something something John watching you leave, wondering how to tell you that everyone in the shop is together.

[crashingcryptid]

That Tumblr post about a dragon losing her clutch of eggs so she adopts an office build of humans, but with the 141

No one knew what to make of you perched on the bases main building with your wings spread in the sun. You were a massive creature, almost to big for the roof of the building. It was a miracle you hadn't crumbled it or caved in the ceiling under your weight.

No one wanted to approach you. You were there when the sun came up, rumbling away as you watched everyone walking around base. They were wary of going anywhere near you, but you hadn't made yourself a threat. Yet.

"Thought dragons didn't nest near humans." Johnny murmurs nervously as he watches Nikolai and Price climb the ladder on the side of the building.

"It's rare, but not unheard of. Maybe it's here for tanks and stuff? Things to horde?" Kyle took an anxious breath when Price and Nik reached the top of the building and stepped over the ledge. Too close for his comfort, especially when your large head lowers down towards them.

"Hi, little ones.." You rumble quietly as you settle your chin to the roof. "Did you climb all the way up here?" John clears his throat as he shares a quick look with Nik. Out of all the questions he was ready for you to ask, that wasn't one of them.

"Yes, we did, we wanted to see what you wanted. Do you need something from the base?" Price asks. Dragons didn't ever threaten humans unless they were disrespectful of their territory. But this was new ground for Price. He'd never had a dragon come to him before.

"No, little one. Just want to keep an eye on my babies." You softly nudge his belly with your snout. "Be careful going down. Very fragile body." You rumble, giving Nik the same soft nuzzle. You watch with a close eye as they descend back down the ladder before returning to your sunbathing.

"Lost clutch syndrome?" Nikolai nods in agreement. "Anything we can do?"

"Welcome your new dragon mother properly."