#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]

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

[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. 

[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.

[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.

[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."

[weirdmorefics]

My Birdy Took Flight

A/N- I am aware I really need to write my asks and my Spencer Reid story but I am currently obsessed with Simon Riley okay!

Simon Riley x Sniper Reader

Readers pronouns- She/her

TW- Swearing, falling, injuries, and military inaccuracies but I mean it's COD and they have a zombie game so are going to attack them too? lol

Summary- Who knew the complete off-the-books mission would go off the rails and leave you with the worst rope burns of your life. The injuries however were not the scary part it was having to face Ghost and admit you fell out of the heli.

Word Count- 1991

This mission was completely off the books, asshole Shephard did not care at all that Kate had been taken hostage and would not send reinforcements for help. I've been working with Price and Kate since I was a recruit they are my family. There was no way I was leaving Kate to be killed. The plan was simple enough I stayed in the heli for overwatch while Price, Gaz, and Farah worked their way up the line. Things were going smoothly I've worked with Nik before he is one hell of a pilot. Things however took a turn for the worse an explosive hit the copter and I fucking fell out. I'm sure Nik and Captian thought I died for a moment but I was bloody hanging from the rope. I am lucky my sniper skills are still top-notch when I'm hanging upside down though I would prefer not to test it again. After that hiccup, we recovered Kate and she luckily had no physical injuries.

We returned to base that night and Price insisted I go to the med bay to get checked out. To quote his words, "You look like shit kid, get the hell to med bay before I drag you myself."

The medic rushed to treat me, but something told me that was Price's doing. They wanted to keep me here for observation due to my concussion from the explosion impact. I begged them not to I'd sleep way better in the barracks I hate the sanitary hospital smell, I even prefer the smell of gunpowder. The medic would not take no for an answer I wanted to fight them harder but they said they preferred my anger to Price's wrath. The medic left shortly after and would return sporadically to do random vital checks. At least I knew the concussion wasn't that bad as it didn't beckon me toward the darkness like other times. Though my raw skin kept me from finding any peace I honestly kind of miss the darkness. I spent the night tossing and turning the pain and clinical setting keeping sleep a far distance away from me.

The clock ticking was mocking me as I watched it hit four am. How are hospital settings supposed to help you heal when there is so much beeping and someone always coming into your room? Speaking of which I heard the door creak yet again didn't they just take my vitals ten minutes ago! I can't take this without thinking I launch the flat uncomfortable pillow at what I assumed would be the intern medic yet again only to lock eyes with Ghost looking as shocked as I did.

"That's one hell of a greeting darling," he says in his usual deep voice. My eyes are still wide with shock that I just hit my superior with a pillow but he takes this opportunity to speak again. "Heard you took flight today, Gaz was telling everyone."

I wince at the thought of everyone knowing I failed to hold on during the explosion and try to change the subject to avoid thinking about it, "Aren't you supposed to be on a mission with Soap?"

"Just got back. Johnny and Gaz are out celebrating," he responds.

"They are out celebrating at four am?" I question.

"You know Johnny no one can outdrink the Scott," he says like it's the most obvious thing the world.

"Well, why aren't you out there celebrating with them?"

"My birdy took flight and thought it only decent to check up on her," any other time I would have dwelled on the fact that he said 'my birdy' but he placed his hand on my welted ankle and I could not suppress the groan. His eyes quickly shift to concern and he rips the scratchy hospital blanket off me.

"Ghost!" I shout at him for having the audacity to rip the blanket off me. He has no right to barge in here and act like he's in charge, he may be the boss of me in the field but he is not my doctor and I do not care for showing off my nasty ass wounds to my team members.

He does not acknowledge my shout at him in the slightest instead his full attention is on my rope-burned ankles."What quack treated this," he growled.

"I'm fine," I try to yank my foot out of his grasp but he holds tighter.

"Yeah because the skin falling off your ankle looks spectacular," he says sarcastically.

"Wow you sure know how to treat a girl," I roll my eyes.

"Haven't heard any complaints," he says nonchalantly as if that innuendo wouldn't have Soap applauding.

"Seriously, it's fine. Go celebrate with the team," I assure.

"If you think I am letting you let your ankle get infected you are off your rocker. I am going to need names, sweetheart," he commands.

The nickname glides out of his mouth so easily it's as if he had said it a hundred times. I want to stay as calm and collected as him but I unfortunately stutter, "What names?" God, it's a good thing I'm a sniper and not a spy because I would be dead.

"Of the idiot docs who treated this," he speaks as if it's obvious.

I sigh, "It's not their fault... I didn't tell them. Price only knew about the concussion and I just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible."

"Ah so you're the idiot," he growls.

"Can you not be mean to me I did just fall out of a heli."

"Shut up you lived," he rolls his eyes, gently places my foot down, and turns to leave.

"Please don't take your anger out on the medics," I beg.

"Oh trust me darling I will be taking my anger out on you," he growls yet again.

I shiver, "Where are you going then?"

"To get some medical supplies for your dumbass. No one way I'm letting a medic treat you when you will just lie to them."

"What makes you think I won't lie to you?" I tease well aware that I am in no place to be teasing.

He chuckles an evil kind still it's one of the best I've heard, "Me and you both know you aren't capable of it."

He exits the room and I am unsure if I want to slap him or rip that mask off and kiss him... I am definitely incapable of either. I may be able to beat Soap, Gaz, and even Price on the mat but no one can best Ghost. I, unfortunately, hear him shouting at medics for a damn first aid kit... so much for him taking out his anger on me.

He returns rather quickly but does not speak as he meticulously places the first aid supplies by my bedside.

He pours some alcohol on my rope burn and I hiss loudly, "shit a little warning would be nice."

"You would have just fought harder. Need to clean the debris out who fuckin knows how old that rope was."

"Aw is Ghosty worried about me," I pout.

"Thought I told you and Johnny to stop calling me that, you want me to make this hurt worse than it already does?"

I roll my eyes at him and in response, he presses the gauze harder than necessary. "You asshole!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I can see his wicked smile through his balaclava.

"Yeah sure," I huff. "You know..." I smile mischievously. "This would go a lot faster if you just kissed it better."

"Oh really," I could hear the grin in his voice. I was expecting him to make some snide comment in return instead he finishes wrapping my ankle and lifts his mask to rest on the bridge of his nose.

I am sure my eyes widen to the size of saucers. I feel like a Victorian man seeing a woman's ankle. His grin widens it could only be compared to the Cheshire cat's smile. He gently lifts my ankle to his lips but does not stop there. He places delicate kisses all the way up to my thigh. I think I have officially stopped breathing. Then my heart decides to do the most embarrassing thing ever. It speeds up so atrociously fast that the monitors start beeping incredibly loud. That's it I have officially died there is no coming back my face is melting off from how flushed I am.

Ghost sits back and laughs and I mean properly laughs, I have never seen him like this. "This is a good look on you birdy all red and flustered, all for me too." He pulls his mask back down but I can still see the smile in his eyes.

"Shut up! I am a highly trained sought-after sniper, I don't get flustered!" I feel like that would have sounded better if I didn't stutter each word.

Ghost glances at my heart rate monitor, "Your heart says otherwise."

A medic comes in as the dumb machine won't stop beating, "Are you alright? You're looking quite flushed and your blood pressure is higher than it was when you first came in."

I swear I could see the smugness radiating off Ghost. God I want to strangle him.

"She's fine thanks to me," his eyes squint at me and I know he has a huge grin under that balaclava. He then turns to the medic, "Don't you know the 141 are notorious liars and the worst patients! Next time call me down here as soon as she is being treated."

The poor medic flinches at Ghost's rough voice and can barely whisper, "Yes, sir"

I mouth, 'I'm so sorry," to the medic he looks appreciative.

The medic flees as soon as my blood pressure normalizes. Ghost roughly throws his body onto the uncomfortable hospital chair and groans.

"What are you doing? Shouldn't you be going back to the barracks," I glance as he makes himself comfortable well as comfortable as one can be in a torn hospital chair.

"In a rush to get rid of me birdy?"

"Is that name going to become a thing," I roll my eyes.

"Only for me, if anyone else has the nerve to call you that I'll gut them," he replies.

"Even Johnny?"

"Especially Johnny," He grins.

I smile, "Seriously Ghost you should go sleep in your own bed that chair cannot be comfortable. I'd be in my bed if they would let me escape."

"I know you can't stand hospitals, I won't let you be sleepless and cranky alone."

"Fine, then at least share the bed with me, I forbid you from sleeping on that fifty-year-old chair."

"The fact that you think you can forbid me from doing anything sweetheart is laughable. Are you sure you want me to be over there might make your heart monitor scream again?" He makes his way over to the bed despite his words.

I roll my eyes, "I'll manage."

He lays on the small hospital bed and takes up ninety percent of it but I don't mind it because it doesn't smell like hand sanitizer and blood anymore it smells like him.

"Goodnight birdy," he kisses the top of my head and my heartrate monitor instantly starts beeping annoyingly again.

"Goddammit," I groan and he just laughs.

"You would make a terrible spy with all those emotions, you're lucky the red face works on you." he chuckles.

"You're just jealous of my amazing sniping abilities you must point out my flaws," I poke his chest.

"You ain't got no flaws birdy except the fact that you're stubborn as hell. Now go to sleep before I knock you out myself."

"Yes LT.," I fake salute him and he rolls his eyes.

Sleep comes so much faster in the med bay when you aren't alone, I wish falling asleep would always be this easy.

[crashandlivewrites]

A valentine's gift for @ohworm-writes from the lovely @bunnyreaper's latest writing event. I had fun writing Nikolai! He's always been a guilty pleasure so I hope I could do him justice.

Pairing: Nikolai (COD) x GN!Reader (afab presenting, Cam's name is used a couple of times) x John Price

CW: MDNI 18+ content, NSFW, John being a voyeur in his own relationship, unprotected PiV

WC: 2.3k

To say Nikolai made you nervous would be an understatement. Despite having been with John for several years, as large of a man as he was, there was something about Nikolai that made your heartbeat a little faster, made the hairs on the back of your neck stand. 

John was fully aware of it too, even participated in light teasing once Nikolai was out of earshot. But tonight was different. John had invited Nikolai over for dinner and drinks, something which you’d been happy to accommodate and leave the men to their business. However, it seemed John had other plans. 

There was a point where you’d attempted to bid the men goodnight, but you hadn’t gotten far. A heavy arm brushed against your body, a firm hand tugging on your waist until you found yourself perched in John’s lap.

You tried to protest, but John’s grip was solid, holding you against his chest as he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, before continuing his conversation.  

“Are we boring you, sweet thing?” Nikolai chuckled, his voice low as he leaned back in his seat, draining the rest of his glass. “I thought you would have been even more nervous about tonight.”

Furrowing your brows in confusion, you look over at Nikolai for a moment before glancing at John, who was just staring, unblinking at you. 

“I haven’t brought it up yet, but I don’t think they’ll take much convincing to come around.”

“Haven’t told me what?” John’s hand tightened on your waist, fingers dancing under the hem of your loose shirt and teasing the bare skin underneath.

“Just an idea I’ve had floating around for a while.” His cryptic reply wasn’t helped with the way his hands continued to slide up your torso, squeezing softly as he went. “I see how you get around Nik, love. Just got me curious, if you’d be interested.”

Turning your head back to look at Nikolai, you felt a shiver run through your body at the intensity of his stare. Ducking your head, you almost felt ashamed of the way your body reacted to him, but that didn’t last long. Reaching around you, John tilted your head back to face him, his eyes soft and understanding. Cupping your cheek tenderly, he leaned in to whisper in your ear. 

“I want it, love. Want to see you and him together. Think you can do that for me?”

Swallowing thickly, you nodded, slowly sliding off his lap and pushing yourself up to walk over to Nikolai, who was still lounging in the chair. As you stepped closer, he spread his knees wide, giving you the space to stand between his legs. Pushing himself forward, Nikolai slid his hands along his thighs to rest on his knees, fingertips dancing a hair’s breadth away from your legs. The air felt charged, tense as the pair of you stared at one another, waiting for the other to make the first move. 

Finally, Nikolai shifted, sucking in a breath as he watched your expression carefully. 

“Do you want this? Anything you don’t want, Cam, you let me know.” You nodded in response, but Nikolai tittered, shaking his head. “I want words from you, sweet thing.”

“Yes, Nik. I want this. I want you.” Speaking felt like an effort with how dry your throat felt. Nikolai just smirked, eyes darkening as a large hand slid up the back of your thigh, pulling you closer until you were straddling his lap. 

“Much better.” He grinned, sliding his hands up your shirt, slowly pulling it upwards, giving you enough time to stop him if you wanted. Tugging it off and throwing the cloth aside, he let out a deep rumble in the back of his throat. “John said you were gorgeous. Didn’t nearly give you justice.”

“I had to give you something to look forward to.” John sniffed a reply, making Nikolai chuckle.

“I still would have wanted to get my hands on them even with a clear picture of what they looked like.” Heat coursed through your body at his words and you felt your heart skip a beat. Blinking, you drew your lip between your teeth and you slid your own hands up Nikolai’s broad chest, earning a wide grin.

“You want me?” You couldn’t help the coy tone to your voice as your hands crept upwards to wrap around his neck.

“Why wouldn’t I want you, sweet thing?” He purred, hands gliding up and down your torso as he leaned in to pepper kisses up your neck. Sucking in a breath, you tilted your head back, giving him better access and he groaned appreciatively. “So responsive.” 

“I know they are.” John’s voice lulled in the background, a hint of amusement in his tone. “But come on, Nik. Thought you were going to give me a show?” 

“Patience goes a long way, Captain.” Nikolai gave John a sparing glance over your shoulder before returning his full attention to you, and lowering his voice so only you could hear. “Come on, sweet thing, let’s give your man a show, then, since he’s so impatient.” 

Giggling, you thread your fingers through his long hair before your mouth descends on his, kissing him deeply. His hands immediately slide down to your ass, squeezing the flesh momentarily before giving it a sharp slap. Gasping in surprise at the sting, he used the distraction to push his tongue into your mouth. 

One of his hands left your ass to cup the back of your head, holding you to him as his other encouraged your hips to begin grinding. Moaning, you followed his direction, rolling your hips over the seat of his pants as his kiss became consuming, making your head spin. The stubble on his face tickled your cheeks as the kiss intensified, his breath fanning over your face as your fingers tugged at the hair on the base of his neck.

Then, he breaks the kiss, pulling back to watch as you whine in frustration, chasing his swollen lips. Chuckling, he taps a finger under your chin, thumb tracing over your bottom lip. 

“Wanna see you, sweetheart. All of you.” Nodding, this time eagerly, you pushed back off his lap to strip off the rest of your clothes, but his hand quickly closed around your wrist. “Slowly, darling. Give us a show.” 

You did as you were told, slowly taking off the rest of your clothes as you were watched by the two hungry men. John hummed in his chair, eyes dark as he brought his cigar to his lips, other hand palming his trousers. 

“That’s it, love. Show Nik why you’re so good for me.”

“Fuck, sweetheart, no wonder John brags about you.”

The praise boosted your ego, their words making you feel more desirable than you ever had before. As you pulled down your underwear, finally leaving you bare before them, Nikolai’s jaw was clenched as he fumbled with his belt and tugged down his pants, pulling out his thick, ruddy cock. The tip was already weeping as he gave it a few tugs, beckoning you over with a twitch of his fingers.

Moving obediently, you settled yourself back onto Nikolai’s lap once more, eyes trained on the hard cock throbbing in Nikolai’s hand. A sliver of doubt crept its way into your mind at his size, and it must have shown on your face, because Nikolai huffed out a laugh.

“Don’t you worry. You’ll be able to take it. I’ll make it fit in you, sweet thing. No need to use that pretty head of yours, just take my cock like a good little whore.” His words dragged a whine out of you, hands pawing eagerly at his plush torso as you rocked your hips forward, your wet slit dragging up the thick length of his cock.

“Please…” Your breath hitched as your eyes fluttered, cunt aching and empty. Nikolai’s hand struck your ass once more, before rubbing it soothingly to ease the sting. 

“Patience.” He growled. His hand on your ass held you steady as his other slid between your legs, fingers tracing your wetness, circling your hole teasingly as he glanced over your shoulder. 

“Didn’t tell me they were impatient slut.” Nikolai’s tone was chiding, but you could hear John laughing, brushing it off. 

“Can’t ruin all the fun, Nik. Need to learn some things for yourself.” John’s voice was strained with arousal, that familiar gruff tone making your body shiver. “Look at that, love. Not even touching you and I affect you so much.”

Turning your head to look over your shoulder, you took in the view of John. He was slouched on the recliner, legs spread with his hand cupping his prominent bulge, pressing the heel of his palm against it as he rocked his hips upwards. Your mouth practically watered reflexively, but a firm hand around your jaw quickly redirected your attention. 

“Eyes on me.” Was all Nikolai said before he pressed two of his fingers deep into you. Moaning at the sudden intrusion, your nails dug into the meat of his shoulder as he brought his lips to your chest, sucking and nipping dark marks along the line of your collar bones. “That’s it, sweetheart. Sing for me.”

Your noises of pleasure filled the room, as did Nikolai’s words of praise, and John’s soft grunts. Nikolai took his time opening you up, spreading you over his thick fingers with careful precision, not stopping until you were practically dripping on his lap.

“Nik, please.” Your voice was strangled as your hips jerked in a feeble attempt to ride his fingers. Clicking his tongue, he withdrew the digits, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking them clean. Watching him with wide eyes, heat coursed through your body at the sight of him tasting you, and at the deep rumble he let out. 

“Fuck, you taste so fucking good. Need you on my cock now.” Pushing yourself up onto your knees, you hovered over his dick, feeling the bulbous head drag teasingly between your legs, collecting your slick before pressing into you, shallowly thrusting the head in and out of you. Groaning and rolling his head back, Nikolai’s large hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as he continued the torturously slow pace.

“Nikolai, I swear to god–,” The words you were trying to say were cut off by a sharp moan as Nikolai bucked his hips up as he pulled your hips down into him, burying his cock deep in you. Without waiting for you to adjust, he immediately began to bounce you on his lap, setting a harsh pace that made you choke on any words you tried to get out. 

“That’s what you needed, huh? Just needed a cock in you to shut you up, filthy whore.” 

“Fuck, Nik. Keep talking to them like that.” John grunted out behind you, the familiar slick sound of him stroking his cock joined the wet sounds of you bouncing on his friend’s dick. Whimpering softly, you blinked your eyes open, looking pleadingly at the man before you. 

“That’s it, slut. Take my cock. You were fucking made for it, weren’t you? So wet for me, so fucking good.” His voice dropped to an even rougher edge, gritting his teeth as you clenched around him and his hand struck your ass once more. “Fuck, do that for me again.”

You did, cunt pulsing around him as you felt yourself hurtling towards your release at an alarming rate. Moaning pathetically, you found it increasingly more difficult to keep your head up the more he fucked himself into you. His eyes were glued to the sight between your legs, watching his cock plunge in and out of you, covered in your slick.

“Nikolai… please. Please, please, please!” The words were pouring out of your mouth now, uncontrolled and desperate as your thighs ached with the effort.

“Do it. Come on, sweetheart. Come all over my cock.” The sight of Nikolai panting beneath you did you in. Between his rough pace and even rougher hands, you found yourself moaning sweetly, cunt spasming as you clenched rhythmically around his cock, making him curse and falter in his thrusts. 

Faintly, you could hear him mumbling something in Russian as he groaned, sweat dripping from his brow as he slammed you down on his cock one final time. You could feel him throbbing inside you, spilling his warm release deep with every twitch, making you shudder. Panting, you dropped your head down to rest on his shoulder, trying to collect yourself. One of his hands stroked up your back soothingly as he murmured sweet words of praise into your ear. 

“Did so fucking well for me, Cammy.” He whispered. “Looked so good for me, for us.” The mention of us brought you back to the situation, and you remembered John was in the room as well. Glancing back at him, you realised he’d moved and was now standing just behind you. 

“So proud of you.” Following Nikolai’s example, John glided a soft hand along your sweaty skin.

“Can we do this again?” The eagerness in your words was palpable, and John laughed.

“He’s a big man, love.” John mused, the corners of his lips twitching upwards as he came up behind you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Think you could take us both?” 

“I know I can take you both.” You fluttered your lashes as you spoke, looking over your shoulder coyly at your partner. Nikolai let out a deep chuckle, hands gripping your ass and spreading your cheeks for John. 

“That’s what I like to hear, sweetheart. Gonna be so good for us, aren’t you Cammy?” The thick cock that was still stretching you out twitched with interest and you knew the night had only just begun.

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Sugar

Pairing: Nikolai x F!Reader

Word Count: 746

Synopsis: Lingering gazes and teasing kisses lead to a very happy Nik 🫶

A/N: Was nervous writing this cause I wanted it to be well written as my first contribution to the COD writing community— but I hope you like it!! It’s based off of THIS TIKTOK!! Credit goes to them for inspiration! Ignore my clunky layout..

Tw: None! It’s all fluffy content 🫶

Fingers silently tapped along the side of the can of Red Bull in her hand, eyes fixated on the Russian who spoke on and on about… what was it again?

It started as his recent upgrades to his helicopter that he cared for like it was his masterpiece. Then again, it has helped the team out of so many bad situations on countless occasions, as well as made travel a lot easier. The copter even brought some amusing memories— one incident in particular being one that won’t be let go for a while. It made her smile a little to herself even to this day. She supposed that he had every right to go on and on about such a useful vehicle.

The conversation seemed to drift into more of his travels while flying it than the vehicle itself. That seemed to be the case, anyways, with how he spoke of the common cuisine throughout the countries he’s flown through that he wanted to try.

In all honesty, she hadn’t been listening for the majority of the time he spoke, only catching utterances of how he fitted the copter with new blades to make the flight smoother and how he’s never tried a churro before. Her gaze had been glued to him the entire time, mind stuck on admiring the man before her as they enjoyed their lunch break together. It was hard not to. Seeing him so relaxed in her presence eased her heart and the sound of his voice, thick with his Russian accent, was like music to her ears. The Lieutenant could listen to him talk all day if she could. To add that he was quite handsome, too, only made her infatuation stronger.

“Do you know what I’ve always wanted to try?” The sudden question pulled the woman from her thoughts. Her lashes fluttered as she sat up in place, just noticing his expectant gaze lingering on her face. For a moment, a wave of embarrassment washed over her, not knowing whether or not he had noticed her almost lovesick gaze just mere moments ago. If he did, he made no comment or any physical gesture showing that he did. He only kept his intense gaze on her, shifting slightly in place as if anxious to continue his rambling.

“Kissing me.”

“No, fish and chips. Is it really as good as they--...kissing you?”

“What..? Kissing me?” It took everything in her to not laugh at his bewildered look that melted into one of pure confusion. Instead, a look of slight surprise was present on her face, a brow raised in question. Teeth bit at the inside of her lip, watching the gears in his mind turn oh so slowly to try and process the whether or not she actually said that.

He turned his head to face the wall in front of him and across the room. Not understanding his muttered Russian speech, she smiled to herself before downing the rest of the Red Bull in her hand and began to stand. The crinkle of the aluminum in her hand did nothing to catch his attention, nor did her presence standing over his shoulder.

A smirk tugged to her lips, leaning over his shoulder to level her head with the side of his. A free hand rested on his shoulder for balance and her lips pressed firmly against his cheek. The feeling of his facial hair itched lightly against the softness of her lips and for the short moment they remained against his skin, she could swear she felt the surface of his cheek warm against them. The Lieutenant smiled softly at him, stopping by his ear before pulling away completely. “See you later, Sugar.”

The sound of his breath getting caught in his throat pulled a chuckle from her, removing her hand from his shoulder and making her way to the exit. She dropped the empty and crushed can away, the aluminum can clattering against the sides of the trashcan until it reached the bottom.

A silence lingered in the hallway as she began to retreat to the training grounds where she would be supervising drills for a bunch of recruits, but only for a moment as the sound of heavy, rushing footsteps quickly closing the gap between her and the source filled her senses. A smile tugged to her lips, turning around in time to see the pilot red faced but with the dopiest grin pulled onto his face.

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Can we know more about Ghost with Raven? For those of us who are new here. 👉👈 I'm especially curious if Price is involved when those two are together, or how his dynamic is with the both of them if not. OT3? Do we throw Nik in there somewhere? Get all the poly going on? Or is it just Ghost and Raven against the world? 🤍

Hello!! Welcome to my lil ramble spot :3

I like to mix up my OC with the other characters for fun 😂 (imagine me holding them like dolls and smashing their faces together) and make things up along the way. So my uhhh explanations are gonna be wonkey

Rambles below! Kinda messy sorry!

GhostRaven started off as a separate thing, the idea was to explore something different like “these two are always fighting and cursing each other out but you mess with either one of them they will make sure you regret” or “I hate you so much vs You want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid” vibe, yk. I just like to make them bud their heads together. The other part of it was just wanting to see what two people who have fucked upbringing would behave in a relationship since Raven’s lore is based off of Ghost (well kinda)

I do have like, a whole backstory for GhostRaven like PriceRaven but I just never really compiled it or make it official because my brain could only get organized for one pair at the moment 😂 This itself can be a whole post which I’ll share next time if you are interested about it!

Tbh, I started off with GhostRaven first when I decided to make a cod oc, but because OC x Ghost stuff usually get targeted for no reason (on anywhere really, but tumblr is the safest among all the platforms I see) so I didn’t post much about them until much much later xD I got nervous doing PriceRaven back then too but eventually I kind of just went on and ramble about them once I felt comfortable enough :3 so for the longest time it was just PriceRaven or GhostRaven

Then I decided to spice it up with Price in it (PriceGhostRaven is thus born) (and also, Im projecting to Raven cuz I want Price and Ghost both HFHSHSHSH) There’s no real answer to the way their dynamic works but I did had a few stories? Or ideas? As to how the three of them became a thing? xD

I like to imagine Price and Ghost had a thing going on, and then Price went on ahead with Raven and Ghost was just kinda chilling, and then Raven found out their history and went “so what if”, Ghost goes “huh” and then Price went “yeah so are you in or not” and Ghost went “sure fuck it why not”— yeah HAHA Price is the one calling the shot in their relationship, Ghost and Raven follows (tho Raven can be a tiny bit of a brat sometimes)

The other part is GhostRavenPrice where it’s mostly Ghost and Raven ganging up and spoiling Price…imagine two grumpy growling wolf(GhostRaven) surrounding their owner(Price) - that’s the vibe 😂 I like to draw em in a way that both Ghost and Raven are possessive and insane with their way of “loving” another, and Price just went “ayt bet”

I haven’t consider throwing Nik into the party because I still donno how to feel about NikRaven yet :3 also because so far I’ve only ever done ot3 and never explored beyond 3 peeps. I did consider PriceGhostRavenJelly? (Jelly is another OC of mine shipped primarily with Ghost and Rudy) it might be fun to dabble on it sometime

I had, and will not consider ghoapraven xD but perhaps will consider ghoapjelly, but nothing’s for certain, entirely based on my mood LOL

But basically, the main ships that I do here are PriceRaven, GhostRaven and GhostJelly, and three of these ships have their own separate stories and they exist on different timelines. However, I like to mix them sometimes just for the fun of it (eg: PriceRaven that becomes GhostRaven and eventually PriceGhostRaven or PriceRaven double date GhostJelly)

Then I do other poly ships sometimes for fun, without any backstory or anything, just doodles