#nik cod x you

[pricegouge]

here's an itty bitty morsel of old mean bastard nik x cam girl reader. i don't really have a coherent plot planned for them but i do have approximately 45 scenes i'd like to put them through (including a stalking/home invasion arc 🤭) so you'll probably see them again

cw: power imbalance, ingnored boundaries, sexting. nothing crazy. onlyfans inaccuracies FOR SURE but idc, this is the fictional version of it i couldn't be dicked to rename which does a bunch of stuff for plot reasons. MDNI

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>>I want a pair of used panties.

Surrounded by the hustle of your office job, it's hard to school your face into neutrality as you reread the message a second time just to be sure you had understood it right. 

Honestly, at this point, you suppose you should just be grateful he's not ignoring the limit indicated in your bio by trying to initiate sexting, especially when he knows you're at work.

<<that is not a service i offer

You watch as the second check mark pops up within moments, his reply following immediately. 

>>I did not ask if it was a service you offered, I said I wanted a used pair of panties.

A frustrated huff draws the attention of your desk mate, Shannon, and you give her a sheepish grin before pocketing your phone, turning back to your computer with the practiced expression that usually keeps people at bay no matter how absent you are at the wheel, a skill you've been leaning on more and more for this very reason. Two more vibrations sound from your pocket and you only know it isn't The Russian Guy bothering to double text because he actually falls silent after that. One, as you've mentally dubbed him, as he has not been kind enough to extend a name to you past his username, 14258, is not usually so accommodating, completely content to dominate your notifications when he wants your attention immediately. His request for dirty laundry must not be urgent, a relief except that likely means the missed notifications are from someone else and the thought gives you pause, makes you worry your lip. More often than not lately, an incoming message brings you more anxiety than not, the ratio of horny internet strangers to loved ones in your inbox climbing rapidly in favor of the former, people like One whose literacy capabilities do not seem to extend to comprehending the preferences stated in your OnlyFans bio. Already, you can imagine the messages which will greet you come lunch time, the cheesy lines and the barely concealed requests for freebies. Your stomach turns at the thought, the microwave meal you'd been looking forward to all morning suddenly unappetizing. 

If there's one thing to be said for One, he labors under no delusions that you will become enamored with him if he just feeds you the right pick up lines. If there's another thing to be said for him, it's that he has no problem paying. You twist the simple chain around your wrist idly, a fine piece of jewelry you were only able to afford because of One and his off-menu orders. The ones that usually scare you a bit, test your mettle with his careless, rude manner of asking for them and thanks given exclusively to your bank account. It's the only reason you've put up with him so long, suffering through a near-constant stream of DMs which keep you distracted and sleepless at all hours of the day. Boyfriend treatment, the creators on an advice forum you frequented for people in your position called it (they also told you to charge him $500 per week and to strictly outline how much of what was included in that price, but he'd simply turned around and high balled you, demanding more, and the lines had begun to blur almost as soon as you'd drawn them), though you'd taken to thinking of him more like an ex-boyfriend, surly and horny and not at all interested in hearing you talk.

Ex-husband sometimes, when you were feeling particularly giggly, his checks regular and substantial enough to keep you well-fed and well-dressed - a notion which gave you some hope, strangely, the possibility it wasn't some other client messaging you and is in fact only One, your best patron, making his patently exorbitant offer for what he wants. One of those numbers you're in no position to turn down, even if the logistics of mailing someone something gives you anxiety to contemplate. 

You think about it all day, imagined price tags typing themselves into spreadsheets, making you work and rework basic reqs. By lunchtime your head is spinning with possibilities, the idea of sending a simple package overseas with no return address rotating in your mind more steadily than the tasteless pasta dish you pop in the microwave. 

The table you sit at is secluded, your staple ever since starting this side job and for good reason, seeing as it wasn't terribly unusual to unlock your phone to a slew of dick pics. Not opening OnlyFans or Reddit was easy enough, but the leak over of faithful clients onto your Business Snapchat was steadily growing, and these were customers who deserved to be rewarded and whom you had a vested interest in keeping around. These messages were harder to put off, though usually easier to handle, a sneaky selfie as you wipe creamy yogurt from your lips.

<<i offer dick ratings on my of please message me there 😘

<<you know im at work naughty boy

<<sorry to hear about your day! can i cheer you up?

Today isn't so easy, your snap oddly silent, no distraction to be found there today. Not when One preferred to use the messaging system on OF, at least. His offer is simple enough, but the message shocks you all the same. Six hundred USD, followed by the details of a PO box in Latvia. It's an odd bit of information to swallow, sticks like the dry noodles on your fork, indigestible. It's not the part of the message you should be focussing on. 

<<i thought you were russian

<<?

The response is slow coming, for once, and you wonder if you've made him uncomfortable, realizing that you'd never actually told him you'd deduced his nationality. Though you hadn't thought he'd been trying to hide it, either, what with his random string of cyrillic characters polluting your feed mid-show. You don't know why the confession should put him on the back foot now?

>>This will be easier.

 >>$600. You can't need your panties that bad. 

It makes you scoff even though you suspect he meant it far more condescendingly than you've read it. Still, One doesn't joke often and you want to encourage him.

<<i don't know, i seem to lose them a lot ;)

The butterflies his resulting, dry 'Haha' induce are unreasonable. Uncalled for. Just the lingering effects of a praise kink, hard earned, which have no place in this dynamic - not with any of your clients, let alone mysterious Mr. One, who oversteps boundaries and spends more time insulting you than being an active, positive participant in your shows. He's your worst customer, only kept around because he also happens to be your best customer.

So why does the idea of making the surly man laugh have you leaking at work?

<<do you have any specific pairs in mind?

It's a stupid question to ask, given you haven't decided yet, but you figure there's no harm in entertaining him.

>>Describe the ones you're wearing now. 

>>Better yet, send a picture. 

You begin to type out a stipulation about PPV pictures, the outline of your agreement specifying that no free lewds were to be sent during work hours ('You have a real job?' he'd asked when you'd outlined the terms of your weekly contract, and you'd typed out your responding affirmation using the old search and destroy method, your finger aching with impact once the message was finally delivered), but you clear it out when he interrupts you, attentive to rules when he knows from past experience you won't budge on them.

>>Yes I'll pay your fee.

Dishes in the sink, your hands shake despite the hot water as you wash up after lunch, returning your bag to your car as an excuse to grab some fresh air. It's not like you've never sent a lewd from work before, but the prospect of selling something tangible, of letting a client inspect the goods before purchase, leaves you off kilter. You don't know what that advice forum you frequent would say if you asked for advice about getting too horny while filing a personalized request. 

Use it, maybe.

***

The panties themselves are nothing special, a basic cotton pair you prefer for desk riding days. Still, they're low cut enough to show off a thin peek of hair above the hem, and the color is sufficiently pale to show off the small patch of discoloration staining your gusset. You surprise yourself, how much you want to show it off. Usually, such a secret would be tightly guarded from your clients, a goal you could pretend they'd earned, only revealing it whenever it suited your needs. Now though, twisting yourself into all sorts of positions in your workplace's one private bathroom, you can't help the urge to tease this man a little, bending to touch your toes and flashing the camera behind you wildly, taking as many pics as you need before managing the perfect one, the pillow of your pussy framed by thick thighs, the evidence of your arousal gleaming in the vanity lights. 

You sit on the sink ledge after sending, uncaring of the clock winding down on your lunch as you wait for One's response. It would be easy to fake stomach issues today anyway, everyone had seen your subpar lunch. Stuck waiting, you begin to entertain the perks of going home early, the ways you could plan for this new request, research how exactly to send a client something and maintain your safety -.

>>Are you wet?

Face cracking in a grin you fail to fight, you shimmy your skirt a little more firmly into place, self conscious despite no eyes being on you for once. And you hate sexting because you think you're bad at it, don't want to lose clients over such a stupid thing, but the words come naturally now, the thought of One knowing that this pair would be soaked with your juices from today, from whatever was about to happen, and not just some random scene he might not have even been sitting in on loosening you up enough to reply.

<<is that alright? thought it would make a nice surprise if you wanted this pair

>>Thought you didn't like to work, while at work?

You pause, a little discouraged.

<<i don't

>>What's got you wet, then?

<<you, silly

His response takes a minute. Unusual. He tells you not to lie to him again and before you can defend yourself, he continues, the next chat bubble rapid fire. 

>>Clean them off in the sink and dry them as best you can.

>>Send me a new picture when done.

You scoff, try to initiate a video call. He's never let you see his face or hear his voice, but he says he prefers to see you when you talk. Says he can better tell when you're lying. You hope to use it now, set the record straight, but One denies the call and sends another text.

>>Better hurry up, your lunch must be done by now.

You're not pouting. Pouting is for girls who get their emotions all mixed up, seek a different sort of validation. Which isn't you. Right?

<<was thinking about leaving anyway

>>Don't be stupid. 

>>Can't make money camming forever.

Despite the insult, you're midway through sliding them down your legs when the next message pings, a reiteration of his desire for a picture of the panties when you're done. You gripe as you work, imagine cussing him and all your other clients out too while you're at it, but you wring them dry anyway, holding them under the hand dryer for far too long, your afternoon leeching away like the wet stains between the weave. 

You wipe the counter and lay them out after, holding them open to show the practically starched gusset, and mark the photo as PPV just to be a bitch.

>>Черт возьми.

>>Not paying to see my MY panties.

You counter, remind him you haven't sold him anything yet, and then watch with horror as your screen flashes cheerily, the notification that he'd tipped you $600 blotting out the screen for a moment. You're half tempted to deny him anyway because at this point none of this is on your terms and it makes you feel a bit like you're in free fall, watching as each last scrap of control slips through your fingers. But then you remember how easy your life has become, almost solely due to One's reliable income, and you send him another pic, free of charge.

>>Better. 

>>Turn your phone to silent and get back to work, but I want you to leave your screen, placed somewhere you can see it. 

>>If I'm going to get such a bonus with my purchase, I'm going to earn it.

Panties back in place, you remind him you do not offer services while at work and you can practically hear him roll his eyes from clear across the globe.

>>You won't be. I will be messaging you. 

>>I will also be demanding you leave for the bathroom occasionally, to ensure you are still paying attention.

>>See that you do. 

Ducking past Shannon without so much as an explanation, you collapse into your seat and clock in, quick as you can manage with shaky hands before picking your phone back up, shameless as you fire off a response, though your protests die when he tips you another hundred.

So you'd just have to pop off to the restroom occasionally. That wasn't so bad, you'd already been planning on feigning stomach issues anyway.

>>Хорошая девочка.

>>Now, let's see how well I can earn what's mine, hm?

You don't tell him you've already got those characters memorized, nor how he's already done so, the Russian pet name making you squirm in your seat even before you can fully settle.

Next>>

[lyeofhell]

hey just so you know your protests and claims of being “too big” mean absolutely nothing and Nikolai would 100% flirt with you by pulling you into his lap while he sits in his pilot seat. he just will not hear it; the man needs an excuse to get his hands on you, now, and what better way to do that than to show you the ropes? maybe he’d light a cigarette and let you press all kinds of important buttons, whispering commands and nibbling on your earlobe to work a shy little giggle out of you — his way of working you open and warming you up. and something deep stirs in him at the sight of you playing, of following his orders; Nik’s exhaling clouds and smirking with his chin tucked over your shoulder, puffs curling into your face when he wraps his big bear paws around your hands and shows you how to steer. he’s got you squirming in his lap, soft thighs clenched together, anxiously fidgeting the closer his mouth gets to your skin. he coos graveled praise against your ear when you pull on the cyclic stick just right because you just listen so well…soft girls like you are good at listening, no? you think so? why don’t you show me how good you can listen, hm? part your legs, printsessa.

so yeah just so you’re like aware or whatever

[nekrosmos]

Sleepy Nikolai inspired my this lovely fic by @on-a-lucky-tide because this truly rewired my brain <3

And a small blushing Price under keep reading to go with it

[gomzdrawfr]

Recruitment | based on this thingy I wrote awhile ago

Recruitment Bribery?

[tempfrangit]

content: scent kink, degradation, dom!nikola, subby!reader

Has someone already pitched Reader with a scent kink and Nikolai? Reader who absolutely loves Nikolai’s scent, because his natural smell and his cologne are so deep — musky and thick amber notes — while his aftershave was so sharp you could always know when he was near. And he loves how much you love the smell of him. He’ll hold off on showering before the long flight to see you, arriving with a slight burn of motor oil. He’s the perfect guy for you for so many reasons

He’d guide you by your hair to get your mouth where he wants them on his big, heavy balls. His hair is matted down by your drool, your cheek smeared with it from when he’d dragged your face across them. Just before he’d slapped you with his cock. Remind you why a slut like you is down there. He’s so mean but you can’t help how much you love the way he treats you :( When you’re with Nik you don’t have to think too hard, you don’t have to make decisions

All you have to do is your favorite thing: shove your nose into his fat sack and loving lather each of his balls with until they shine

You swear the smell gets you drunk

At least this time he warns you before he cums all over your face

[injestedsoap]

The 141 + Nik and watching Bridgerton with you

Soap: Oh Soap curled up with you episode one and hasn't left your side. Sure he tried to play it off like this is beneath him and he's not actually interested but oh come on, bonnie, there's only two episodes left this season, let's finish it out. He loves the smut scenes, of course, but he also really likes the dance scenes and is going to 'complain' about you signing them up for dance classes until you actually do sign them up for dance classes.

Gaz: Gaz has also been there since episode one with you. He never even tried to pretend he wasn't having fun, he was a Gossip Girl fan in another life and as soon as he understood what Lady Whistledown was doing he was all in. You stopped between every episode to debate who she could be and he gasped when she was revealed. He gets really excited for the premieres and will go looking for themed snacks and drinks for your little two person party.

Ghost: Ghost does that thing where he tells you this is a waste of your afternoon while he stands in the kitchen watching, then moves to stand behind the couch watching, then sits on the couch with you, and then by the middle of the season he's got his arm over you and is talking shit about the characters like he knows them. Ghost weirdly knows way too much about textiles and one of the first things he said was about how the dresses are period accurate but that fabric isn't. If you're the kind of partner who wears dresses.... be careful because you might have a handmade dress waiting for you for the next season premier.

Price: Price has a bit of a secret.... he's read all the books, all of them, Bridgerton was never his favorite series but he's s sucker for a historical romance and these hit like cheap sweets. He has known about the series for ages and when you curled up on the couch to watch it he tugged you into his lap without being asked. He likes the books better but he really enjoys watching the show with you, just be ready to read the books with him between each season and be even more ready to hear him tell you about the differences in the show and the book.

Nik: Nik isn't really one for binge watching but he knows how excited you are about this. He has all the blankets on the couch and your pajamas freshly laundered, lights some candles, makes sure to have tea and whatever else you like to drink on hand, and orders way too much food for the two of you. Nik is just naturally a bit of a gossip and he loves how messy Bridgerton gets, he has a great memory for all the dumb shit everyone gets up to and loves talking about it with you. When he finds out these are books too he places an order for the set and between seasons he will snuggle you up in bed and read aloud to you.

[shyravenns]

Nik seems to me like he's either gonna be your best relationship or your worst heartbreak, and a very high chance that it's both. idk. What would be the deal breaker for his partner? We love him for all his flaws of course, but he doesn't seem exactly... the most emotionally healthy man out there haha. Could be something so simple as his job being so busy, y'know?

Oh my god, you'd have to have be one of god's strongest soldiers to even handle being in a relationship with Nikolai. I think Nik, by nature, tends to be very aloof, and more comfortable with short-term flings and romances that don't quite lead anywhere. It's easier, and far less stressful for him to be in some sort of quasi-relationship with someone he knows won't *really* miss him when he's gone. He can't exactly afford to be distracted. Which kinda sucks because Nik is a romantic at heart IMO and a lot of this is just learned behavior

I always imagine that Nik is *really* attracted to people who are competent. A pretty face is a dime a dozen, but someone who's clever and talk circles around him??? That's RARE, and he loves it. He'd need someone who's independent and doesn't necessarily need him when he's gone. He can't compromise on his career, but he can choose a partner who won't fall apart when they're exposed to it. I hc Nik to be sort of an intellectual, and he likes to read A LOT. I think he'd be very into someone who's curious and isn't afraid to ask questions.

And as frustrating as Simon is to date, Nik is even harder IMO. I think if Nik were genuinely in love with someone, I think he would be smart enough to be aware of it while also distancing himself from said person. Also,,,,at least Simon actually stays in one place at a time lmaooo

I think one of the biggest dealbreakers (besides him being away often) when it comes to even being with him is the fact that he refuses to accept any help. There's a large part of him that thrives off of the idea of being the Big, Strong Russian man who can handle everything, and he'd be very resistant to the idea of asking for help, especially from his partner. He's telling you "I got this!" while actively bleeding to death lmao he puts up a very strong "I'm just a chill guy" front to ignore the fact that he has a lot of issues he's grown used to ignoring, and a less patient partner would have probably left him. nIk would also be the king of situationships so do with that information as you will

[thechaoticcheese]

Was going through my tabs to see what I had opened and on a Google Doc specifically for NikGaz, I reread: Make a post about Gaz insisting that Nik needs a better hair care routine than the 3 in 1 but Nik doesn’t budge until Spa Day :3 SO

Gaz and Nik have completely different morning routines. Gaz is all about making sure his skin and hair is properly moisturized with the products he had success in after months and maybe even years of trial and error. He has makeup masks for the really sweaty days along with pore strips, ya know, the works. As to Nik. 3 in 1 Shampoo that he uses for basically everything. Gaz had to beg him to use it because beforehand, Nik used dish soap. "If it's good enough to clean dishes, it's goo enough for me." Gaz considered it a win. Nik was fucking with Gaz the whole time and will never ever tell him. Though it wouldn't be the last time Gaz would attempt to get Nik to try to get the curls in his Nik's hair to show more. Usually it was just like he was talking to Nik about products that the Russian was sure his partner wouldn't use for his hair type (he's not as educated, but not an idiot), but he only shrugged and replied some variant of "It's your hair, you know what's best." This would often get Gaz to huff and try another day. Until Spa Day. Gaz had an every so often Spa day, but since moving in to one of Nik's many apartments, that was located in a growing town in England, he hadn't had a chance to take one due to missions and just not being able to explore the town to find said spa-type areas.

When he told Nik about Spa Day, the Russian was curious and intrigued. Gaz had started to answer and then paused, that familiar look of mischievousness crossing his face that Nik knew well from pranks that his lover and Soap had done either on him or other Task Force members. "Guess you'll just have to find out. You're comin' with me." Gaz told his large lover.

"Das not fair." Nik protested, having only gotten 'A day of self indulgence where-'

"Treat ya to dinner." Gaz countered and Nik sighed. A new place had opened up and he'd been dying to go there. He loved trying new things, in fact there probably a dish that he HADN'T tried, but he loved seeing what others did to the recipes.

"Fine." He agreed as Gaz's lips went into a wide smile as he got his attention back to this phone. "But not too early. I want to sleep in."

The day finally came and to say Nik enjoyed himself would be an understatement. In fact, he had forgotten about the dinner plans. Gaz had gone all out and got the two men manicures, pedicures, massages, mud bath, sauna, hot stones, almost anything under the sun that the place or places nearby provided. Nik's favorite part was the massages, the small Vietnamese lady knew how to bring out every knot that the previous mission had added to his body plus ones that he hadn't even realized where there. Gaz also enjoyed the massage, but that was because he got to hear the pleasured noises that escaped the large man who clearly hadn't had a good massage in a while, if not ever. Nik felt like a new man, refreshed, light, but his limbs also somewhat felt like jello, maybe from the tension that was no longer cursing his body silently. "Ya ready to go to dinner?" Gaz asked as they started to take the path home. "Dinner?" Nik repeated, pausing as his mind slowly remembered the rest of the plan, but thankfully, unlike the spas, they didn't need a reservation, so they didn't make one. Even if they did, Nik had other plans that night and would've insisted doing them. "No no, I make dinner and while it cooks, we can have fun." And fun the two indeed have.

[toucandrawz]

I totally forgot I drew these while I was trying to figure out Nik and Price‘s poses for a retirement AU drawing (this time with my sona!! Who’s their son in it!! And the whole reason it’s set in Canada,,,) but the internet needs to see it, but only tumblr I’m too lazy to go everywhere else

[wrylu]

(siren!price and dragon!nik are ideas from @butchersflower!)

haven't posted sketchbook art in a while :) have some cod spreads!! <3

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Life's Sweet Bells

A COD Farm Sim AU with omegaverse splashed in!

Poly 141 x F!OC. Previous. Villagers

Pt. 2: Paloma Meets Price

Johnny and Kyle lied to him. 

Horrid little pack mates, he should have known something was up when the pair were unusually quiet during their weekly friday night at the inn. 

John knew their newcomer had just arrived a few days prior, not that he had a lot of hope for the poor sod. People have come and gone to town before. Young bucks who thought they could hack it with the sweat off their backs. Most came because of the allure of the peaceful countryside, but quickly left when they realized luxury was a limited resource. 

John had sat at the bar, whiskey in hand, something deep in his soul easing at seeing the townsfolk all inside, laughing and happy. They were a pseudo-pack of sorts, not everyone bonded, not like him and his boys, but he remained protective of them all the same. It was sheer fortune that he'd built the pack that he had, beautiful, strong and resourceful as they were. It was an absolute dream to have them all together, safe in their little village. He wasn't particularly keen on adding another, though he supposed it was inevitable. 

The town's economy had been struggling since the earthquake cut down on business. Perhaps a new face wouldn't hurt…

Johnny and Kyle’s laughter pulled his attention, the pair playing some sort of roleplaying game at a nearby table, the party bantering after defeating a band of monsters. 

“The goblin floats lazily down the river, slowly…like, comically slow, and you know it won't be long before the rest of his hoard realizes he's missing.” Alex narrates, looking amused, (and just a little tired) after overseeing yet another harrowing adventure, all while the boys giggle and high five.

“I LOOK AROUND” Soap blurts, bypassing any structure of the game. 

“You don't wanna take a short rest first?” Alex retorts sharply.

“I did not lose any health” Farah cuts in, arms crossed, pointedly looking at Soap.

“Rest mate, you've only got 1 health point left.” Gaz adds.

“Ach fine, I rest. Then, I look around.” Soap laments.

Alex smirks, “We're resting so you can start fresh next week, but before we go” he leans in, mischief in his eyes. “You see a stranger, you know anything about strangers, Mactavish? Garrick?” He looks between them suspiciously. 

And this is what really gets John's attention, makes him turn away from the bar inconspicuously. Even Farah turns, schmoozing in close to Alex to fix the pair of men with an additional suspicious gaze, eyes narrowed.

The alphas share a look, a silent conversation happening between the long time friends before they're both shrugging in unison. 

Both Alex and Farah throw up their hands.

“Come off it boys, we know you've talked to the newbie.” Laswell calls from behind the bar, her wife Madeline grinning over her shoulder. 

John feels just a bit sour. They didn't tell him, they'd met the newcomer. 

The pair hem and haw.

“They seem alright” Gaz says, noncommittal.

Soap nods, “Real busy, they've got their hands full out there, for sure.”

“That's a whole lotta nothing.” comes a gruff voice, Ghost perched near the fireplace. 

John finally cuts in, his own god damned curiosity too much to bear. He feels a bit like a teenager, wants to know every detail, what they're like, what was their name, what did they look like, designation, etc. He reels it back instead.

“Are they going to stick around is what I want to know.” he grouses, taking another swig. If he were watching a little more closely, he would have seen the playful glint in both of his alpha's eyes. 

“Can't be sure.” Gaz replies, hiding a smile behind his drink.

“Maybe you should give ‘em a chat, Cap, see for yerself” Soap chimes in. “Not sure you two will jive though” he adds, staring absently into his mug. 

John wasn’t a tough man to get along with, just selective.

He huffs through his nose, finishes off his drink. It would have to wait. He'd already promised to help Nik with a few “projects” in the capital. Maybe the newcomer would be gone by the time he came back, that'd be one less problem to worry about.

~

He’d arrived back late monday evening, leaving Nik to unload his stock while he settled into a desk in the museum reception area, working through his portion of the collections paperwork and local donations. Desk work was never his favorite, but the peace and quiet of the old place, accompanied by the soft patter of rain against the large pane windows would be plenty to lull his weary mind to rest when the time came. He looked forward to crawling into one of his pack’s beds after a long weekend away. 

He’d settled in nicely, cigar in hand and hot evening tea, when the heavy wooden doors of the museum open, wind gently rustling the pages on his desk. He doesn’t look up right away, it’s probably Simon, coming by to check in. 

What he was not expecting however, was the soft round thing that tiptoes inside. Wet squeaky boots on marble as she blinks at him. She's a mess, dirt smeared on her sweet round cheeks and worn denim overalls, the soaked fabric hugging her soft tummy and wide hips, silvery hair tied back in messy twin braids dripping onto the floor. 

He stares. 

She stares. 

She’s the first to recover,  flashing him a sheepish smile, eyes bright behind big round glasses. His heart stutters just a bit. 

This was the newcomer?

“Hello! I’m sorry, I must have missed you earlier.” she chimes, seemingly unphased by her own disheveled appearance as she slips closer, slinging a heavy backpack from her shoulders with a soft grunt, the pickaxe at her back clanging noisily to the floor with the action.  

Who gave her a bloody pickaxe??

She slings out a hand and introduces herself, wrenching it back quickly to smear the remnant dirt from her hands onto her overalls before extending it again with an apologetic smile. 

It’s not often that John Price is dumbfounded, but it was certainly not every day that a big soft girl walks into his museum, especially not one like this. He didn't even realize he’d stood up, snuffling at the air like an old hound, trying to get just a whiff of the pretty thing. She’s an omega, he can feel it in his bones, something just on the edge of his biological periphery that makes his teeth ache. Her scent is nearly nonexistent under the earth and rain, but it’s there, sugary sweet like blueberry pancakes.  Something ugly preens in the back of his mind. 

Ah yes, this one is staying. 

“Are you alright, Captain?” 

He’s swift, snapping out of his thoughts to clamp his hand in hers. She’s cold to the touch, hands damp and freezing. Unacceptable. 

“Are you alright sweetheart? What have you been doing?” He rounds the desk, keeping her hand aloft, thumb rubbing at her skin in a weak attempt to warm her up as he looks her over. 

She had better not be doing what he thinks she was doing.

“Oh I’m peachy! Just doing a bit of mining, time just got away from me is all.” she laughs, nerves apparent in her soft english lilt. 

She was.

He bites back an exasperated huff, brows furrowed in displeasure as he scans her from head to toe. She goes still, nervous, like a pup as he comes closer. She’s filthy, but doesn’t appear to be injured, just…clumsy, the ass of her overalls covered in mud from where she’d apparently fallen, several times, but otherwise okay. His brain slows down just a little. 

“You were in the mines?” he asks incredulously, her hand slipping from his as she jumps back to life. “And who’d you learn ‘Captain’ from?”

“Yes!” she chirps, she’s beyond excited, dropping to her knees to root through her backpack, the sound of stones and tin clanking around in its confines. ”Soap and Gaz told me all about you, said you were always pretty busy, but I’d catch you eventually.” She pauses her rummaging, whipping back around to point at him ”They speak very highly of you by the way.” she tells him, as if the words were an important message she was tasked to bring to him. 

Of course. Conniving little shits, both of them. Trying to sell him false goods. He would have both of their heads later for hogging this pretty girl all to themselves. Telling lies. Though part of him was proud, they knew him all too well, at least well enough to know he had a big soft spot for pretty birds.

All he can do is hum, watching her with no small amount of confusion as she continues to root. It appears she’s never met a stranger, bulldozing over any social formalities unwittingly.  

“I’ve read mining used to be a big deal here, a great source of revenue.” she rambles giddily, “I didn’t think I would have much luck but look!” She yanks out an armful of dirt covered items, and bless her, Price doesn’t have the heart to tell her most of it is shit. Common coal and some exceptionally glittery rocks, but more importantly something else catches his eye, green and chitinous. 

“Is that a bloody bug?”

“Hmm? Oh yeah! Alex told me you all were looking to make some new collections, and I noticed you didn’t have much in the way of entomology. I thought it’d be a fun thing to start!”

Fun.

Price has spent years of his life, smashing these flying demons deep in the mines, and here she was catching them. As odd as she is, the pure passion in her eyes is incredibly endearing. It was already a miracle that the goofy thing had climbed down there on her own, come out with a bag full of rocks and a bug, all without being crushed, stung or bitten. 

He’d known the girl for a whole 10 minutes and already had his hands full.

He would need to have a serious talk with her about going down there again, but in the meantime he had no intention of crushing her spirit. She reminds him of Soap, brilliant and bright as a star, and it brings a fond smile to his lips. 

“Quite industrious aren’t you Miss Hadley? Looks like you’ve found quite a bit, I’ll take a better look at these in the morning” he explains, carefully placing her prizes in a bin for later, “I’ll have your payment for the donations sent later in the day. For now, It’s far too late for pretty girls to be out this late, you're soaked to the bone.” 

She blinks a bit, as if it just occurred to her, “Oh yes, didn’t think it would rain quite this hard all day.” she laughs a bit awkwardly, recollecting her soggy backpack. “I didn’t mean to disturb your evening.” she grabs her pickaxe (the one he was half tempted to hide and hope she forgot) before angling herself toward the door. 

John has to actively bite back the harsh no bubbling up his throat at her escape attempt. 

He’s never felt like such a muppet in his life. He needs to feed her, warm her up, but he has nothing here, just some granola bars and breakfast tea, no blanket, she was already shivering. 

He could bully her into his home if he really wanted to, it’s just down the road...strip her down and dry her off.

She’s halfway to the door when he breaks out of his thoughts, damn near sputtering like a drowning man. “Wait.” 

And much to his pleasure she stops on a dime, yielding easily to his voice. “Not going out there by yourself, absolutely not.” he huffs, stomping over to her, snagging his jacket from the rack beside the door and slinging it over her shoulders. He was being too much, he knows, opening the door for her and covering her with his umbrella as he ushers her to her home, taking the brunt of the rain just to keep her covered. He couldn’t help it, it was instinct, need. 

“This is very kind of you” Paloma tells him, voice grown timid, but she stops short, cold little hands giving his forearm a tug, “but we can at least share.” She presses in close, the pair now walking shoulder to shoulder in the cool summer rain. He has to clear his throat to stop the rumbling purr deep in his chest. 

“Too sweet for your own good” he murmurs, biting back a grin when she doesn’t hear him the first time. He changes tactics smoothly. 

“I said, what on earth were you doing down there?”

“Oh, just trying to give everything a go. I won’t know I like something until I give it a try right? Plus everyone here seems to need a hand, I’m just happy to help.” she smiles up at him. And John really thinks this sweet girl may stick around, not because he wants her too, but because she wants too, with a heart too big to fail. He decides he’ll help her with anything if she just asks. Hell, even if she doesn’t.

They chat idly the rest of the way, boots squelching on the muddy dirt path. He learns she’s quite the reader , and crafter, and a myriad of other things, having shoved her fingers into every pie she’s come across. He tells her about his past as a foreman, his stint in the military, his work with the museum since the earthquake, and it tickles him with how intently she listens, nodding along to his every word.  

Before he knows they’ve arrived, the soft glow of her porch lantern guiding them in, and part of him wishes she lived just a little farther away, if only to steal some extra time. 

He guides her up the steps, his hand in hers, standing dutifully as she fishes out her key and steps inside. Safe.

He’s only a little flustered when she shrugs off his jacket and swings it back over his shoulders, his height causing her to fumble a little. Shrouding him in petrichor and blueberry sugar.

“Right,” he coughs “You get warmed up, and lock this behind you, didn’t walk you home for something else to get you.” He taps at her door seriously. 

“Yes sir.” she chimes, and his stomach swoops. Fingers itching to dig into warm soft skin, he was being tested, he was certain of it. 

“John, lovie, call me John.”

“Okay John, be safe” she smiles, waving goodbye with a shy wiggle of her fingers. He has to make himself turn away,  waits to hear the click of her lock before trotting down her steps. 

John purrs the whole way home. 

[pricegouge]

As I have also been victim of the Christmas flu, I have ideas.

Nik not caring at all if he gets sick and just absolutely babying his sweet malyushka.

Having trouble keeping even water down? He’ll hold an ice cube in your mouth to suck on so you don’t overwhelm your stomach.

Makes sure you always have a cold compress on your head.

Lets you fall asleep on his chest while he rubs your legs.

Once you can hold down food he’s hand feeding you.

Has you set up in his bed because it’s bigger and the tv is better there.

Just don’t mind too much if you wake up with his cock gliding between your thighs. He deserves something for all his work.

-🗡️

i feel like i def outted myself as someone who literally never gets sick when i answered that ask so hey, thanks for these thoughts cause now i'm unwell in a different way.

just imagine waking up in his bed, sheets soft and wrinkled. you'd snuffle around to find his scent if you could, but with your nose all stuffed up, you settle for blinking your eyes open to be sure, brow furrowing in frustration despite the low light. he's hovering over you in seconds, blocking out the ambient light and sushing you, lulling you back into the warm embrace of your fever and the ample meds he's administered. you go willingly, the soft and warm and numb, trying to forget all your little aches and pains and inconveniences. the next time you wake he's tucked up behind you, thick fingers in your mouth as you suckle at the ice he's holding against your tongue. he's muttering something you could maybe understand if you concentrated, but you can't. not when the contrast of the ice in your mouth and the heat of his cock between your legs has you dizzy, your thoughts slow and bubbly with pyrexia. you think he feels it too, panting hotly against your neck every time his cock slips past your feverish cunt, low voice grinding to a halt each time you feel him twitch against you. it's all too much, has your breath coming heavy and humid against his pillow when his seed burns your stomach. you think it's because you're about to boil out of your skin until his hairy thigh wedges between your own, heavy palms wrapping around your hips to rock you against him. you're the most alert you've been in days now, but he's in your ear anyway, voice low and soothing as he can manage as he assures you you can go back to sleep if you want, malyshka, he's got you.

[st-el-la-luna]

El's COD Kinktober 2024

I figured this would be a good way to keep my blog alive. Expect short pieces, and missed days. But I will do my best

NSFW Minors DNI

1. SOMNOPHILIA: JOHNNY "SOAP" MACTAVISH

Soap wakes up to you moaning in your sleep. He helps you make your dreams a reality.

➳ gnlafab!reader, wet dreams, somnophilia, dry humping, fingering, premature ejaculation, use of "pup" once

2. Sensory Deprivation/Blindfolds: John Price x Reader

Somehow it's better when you don't know it's coming

3. Double Penetration: Alejandro Vargas and Rodolfo Parra x Reader

Your Colonel and Sergeant comfort you the day after a bad date

4. Lingerie: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

You want to surprise Ghost for his birthday. Things go wrong, in perhaps the best way.

5. Mommy Kink: Philip Graves x Reader

After a particularly long mission and several bad months at the company, Graves' spirits are low. He needs someone to take care of him, to tell him he's good

6. Threesome: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick and König x Reader

KorTac has been working alongside Task Force 141 for a while now. Kyle has always had his eye on you, but it becomes clear that the Austrian giant feels the same. Tensions rise between the two until they decide to prove which of them is best once and for all

7. Restraints: Kim "Horangi" Hon-jin x Reader

Horangi is in debt to you and your going to teach him a lesson: either he pays you back monetarily or...

8. Body Worship: Alex Keller x Reader 

Alex thinks every inch of your body is perfect. And he won't stop telling you until he's sure you believe it too.

9. Face Sitting: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Gaz overhears you telling Soap you've never enjoyed receiving oral. He decides to change that

10. Exhibitionism: Nikolai x Reader

Nik likes to show you off whenever he can. The Task Force has been eyeing you too much as of late. He reminds them who you belong to.

11. Thigh Fucking: König x Reader

König is just too big

12. Breeding: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Mid-fuck, Ghost let's slip that he wants to be a mommy.

13. Overstimulation: Rodolfo Parra x Reader

After everything that happened with the Shadow Company, you're just glad to have him back. Your relief at his wellbeing quickly becomes more and, well, you have a lot of stress to work off. But he can take it.

14. Free Use: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader 

You and Kyle have an agreement. Whatever either of you want to do, whenever you want to do it. You both enjoy your agreement.

15. Blood Kink: Nikto x Reader

Nikto comes to your door, desperate. You tell him you can't, you're on your period. Blood has never bothered him before, why would it now?

16. Dry Humping: John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader 

You can't, it's a sin... Luckily even God leaves loopholes.

17. Uniform Kink: Philip Graves x Reader

He can't get enough of the way you look, all dressed up for this event. And you can't get enough of him in his dress uniform.

18. Cockwarming: Alejandro Vargas x Reader 

There's nothing Alejandro likes more than coming home to you. And to his second home, between your legs.

19. Pegging: Alex Keller x Reader

One of his friends bought it as a gag gift. You laughed. Alex didn't.

20. Oral Fixation: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader

Gaz notices how you've always got something in your mouth; a pencil, gum, a lollipop. He can tell it calms you. At a formal event, he senses your stress and gives you something to help ground yourself.

21. Corruption Kink/Loss of Virginity: Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

After months of dating and never doing more than make out, you ask Soap when you're going to, well, do it. His answer surprises you, and you learn something about yourself that's even more surprising.

22. Spit: König x Reader 

In the heat of an argument you spit at your Colonel's feet.

23. Choking: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

An accidental training misshap leaves Ghost reeling, you help pull him in.

24. Werewolf: Keegan P Russ x Reader

Little Red Riding Hood, you should know better than to wander the woods at night alone. Especially tonight.

25. Spanking: John Price x Reader

John decides to get you back for slapping his ass in front of his men.

26. Predator/Prey: Valeria Garza x Reader

You and Valeria play a game of hide and seek with a twist...

27. Praise: John Price x Reader

Joyn worries he isn't good enough, that he's gone too often. That he's a bad person. You assure him none of its true.

28. Boot Worship: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

You show Simon your new boots. He reacts unexpectedly.

29. Hair Pulling: John "Soap" MacTavish x Reader

You accidentally grab his hair during a spar. He moans like a whore.

30. Cumplay: Poly!141 x Reader

Soap had an idea for a fun game. You're just surprised he was able to rope the others into it too.

31. Wild Card

[cylin-aka-ankamo]

So.... does this "How dare he wrench Simon out of that headspace, invade his privacy by nearly seeing his face." mean, Price is gonna show Nik how to properly apologise to Simon? In whatever way you'd like to interpret "apologise" of course...

êuê eue êuê

Also, I know you said you nee to be in a certain mood, so no sweat, nothing here has an expiration date. I'm just a filthy enabler.

Okay not the same anon who gave the bottom Nik BUT the idea caught

Nik walks in on Price and Ghost one day. He knows they fuck, obviously, and it doesn't bother him. Price gets something different from Ghost than he does from Nik. And this is the first time Nik is seeing that in action. He means to leave and give them some privacy but Ghost is on his knees looking utterly desperate and Price's rough fingers are tilting his head back. The revelation of seeing the man who is usually oh so sweet beneath him on top and in control (and not the way he's used to seeing Price in control) may have started to unlock something within Nik that he didn't realise was there...

Anon, please don't think I have ignored this. I really haven't. It short-circuited my brain and I've got a longer piece planned for it, but I need to be in A Certain Frame of Mind to write Dom/sub in a way that doesn't put my own teeth on edge. (I love it, I love writing it, but it's like stretching before a match. Gotta be Focused, Pumped; brrr.) It's in the drafts.

Dom Price who is gonna ride that man's cock until he cries because how fuckin' dare he walk into his office without knocking. How dare he wrench Simon out of that headspace, invade his privacy by nearly seeing his face. Nik's place is at Price's feet at Simon's side. He needs to learn his place.

[tempfrangit]

The horror of Gaz x Reader comes from the bones of Hider in the house and @/pricegouge absolute amazing horror fics that have inspired me.

Ever since you inherited your aunt’s house something’s felt off. More than just the grief of losing your closest family member, which had remained a constant weight on your weary shoulders. Your hometown is just like you remembered it and so different all at once. It seemed like the places you had the fondest memories had closed down, while every scabbing shame remained, making your face heat up still after all these years.

You’d also inherited her small used bookstore-slash-café and an absolute mutt of a reformed feral cat that you knew for a fact she’d picked up off the side of the road near a swamp. You’ve already decided to keep the store running, planning to juggle your wfh programmer position and return to your young adult life of being a barista. It was the cat that honestly caused you the most problems. Affogato — full name of course Gelato Affogato al Caffè, and a name that still made you roll your eyes and smile — was a sweet brown tabby that seemed incredibly stressed by the loss of his former owner

The first night you’d spent after you were officially fully moved in, he walked through the hall outside your room meowing. He hadn’t stopped until you’d followed him, down the stairs and into the laundry room. He’d inspected every corner of the room and for some reason the action unnerved you. His big green eyes turn back to you, and part of your heart aches for the old guy. It didn’t help that the old house settled loudly at night, like footsteps in the mostly empty shell

But almost an entire month and it made you feel like you were losing your mind in your own home. It felt like you weren’t getting restful sleep, brain fog clouding your short term memory. You can’t seem to remember where you put some things down. You lose your wallet for almost three days before you find it tucked under the sofa. It felt like you were going through food faster than you should have. It wasn’t helped by the new sleeping habit that you’d apparently adopted: kicking your blankets off. You’d wake up shuddering and there was Affogato crying beside you in bed

It felt like your new cat was summoning a demon

A strange new positive was that a very cute new neighbor has moved into town, and he’s become a valued regular customer and maybe even friend? Kyle is absolutely, jaw-droppingly handsome, and kind and funny and smart. Like he’s straight out of the cheese romance novels a gaggle of older women come in to trade titles for collections, browsing while they sipped from the one of a kind mugs your aunt had adored picking up while thrifting. And you don’t know why but that makes you really, really into him

Of course you agree to lunch, the safest possible date you could think of

[roosterr]

i'm in denial about the new CoD campaign... but... but... i wanted to ask if you could possibly do anything - headcanon, drabble, anything you want - about Nik? Pretty please *puppy dog eyes* i need some sweetness!! he's sooo <3 ah...

me too anon :,) but i'm always happy to write for my beautiful wife nikolai

nikolai x gn!reader

wc: 550

ao3

nik doesn't get jealous if someone hits on you. he's your husband; everybody else can look, but he's the only one who can touch.

staying at a base with other units – even temporarily – somehow always proved to be a monumental headache for you. whether it was queuing for the cafeteria and the showers, or just having to deal with the other soldiers, you count the days until you'll be home again.

you drift back down from your thoughts to the sight of a sergeant whose name you don't remember approaching you from the training field. they were done for the day, you supposed, seeing as they were all heading inside by now.

you stay put as he marches closer, where you lean against the wall and watch him with a glint of amusement in your gaze.

he comes to stand next to you, not-so-subtly puffing his chest out as he speaks. "any plans for tonight, lt.?"

"hm?" you hum and raise a brow at him, fighting to keep down the laugh that bubbles up in your chest. you can see where this is going. "nothing special. just spending the night at home."

a grin lights up his face. "how about we go for drinks, then? just you and me, i'll treat you." 

"i'm married, sergeant."

"c'mon, he doesn't have to know," his grin turns into more of a smirk, "i can treat you better than him, just let me show you."

"is that so?" you scoff to hide the laugh that almost escapes, "i don't think my husband would agree."

"he's probably a loser anyway, if you were mine i'd show you off any chance i got." the sergeant comes to stand in front of you, and it takes a great deal of restraint to keep your eyes on him and not the large figure approaching over his shoulder. "i bet he doesn't even know how to please you, does he?"

"wow." you mutter, finally letting the smile pull at your lips as a shadow falls over both of you. "you gonna let him talk about you like that?" 

the sergeant frowns in confusion, "wh–"

"let the boy have dreams, милая." nikolai interrupts, a wide grin on his face as he takes his place at your side. he doesn't spare the sergeant so much as a glance, his deep gaze locked onto yours as he slips an arm around your waist. "he will never have the real thing."

as if the world around you has disappeared, and there is nothing but the two of you, nik cups the back of your head and brings you into an adoring kiss. your fingers find the chain that hangs from his neck, curling around it and tugging him ever closer while the other rests against the planes of his abdomen.

you almost forget that you're not alone, lost in the strong hold of your husband, until the third party pipes up again and breaks the spell.

"c–commander," the sergeant sputters, standing rigid as his wide eyes drop to his boots, "i– uh, i apologise, i didn't–"

you go to pull away, but nikolai keeps you close to him with the hand on your head, smiling mischievously into your lips. he moves back slightly, just enough to speak, his lips still brushing yours as he addresses the sergeant.

"leave us, boy," he rumbles, his gaze never leaving yours even as he waves the sergeant away, "the lieutenant is busy."