#nikolai mw2

[ghouljams]

Something something Nikolai who murmuslrs that he's old enough to be your father while you lap at his balls, and is absolutely unable to cope when you stroke his cock and tell him you've always been a daddy's girl something something

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Estranged Husband Nikolai

Inspired by @pricegouge 's post about ex husband Nikolai (they're different I promise)

You got married young, too young but he was a stability you needed at the time. A financial stability - within the first year of marriage you had a nice house, a nice car, a nice allowance to go shopping for whatever you wanted and a very, very nice ring to tie it all together.

It wasn't until you realized you spent more nights alone than with Nikolai that all those nice things lost their sparkle. Between arguments you stowed away your allowance to save up for a divorce. You knew he'd fight it out just to be petty.

And he did. You moved out into your own flat and within an hour he flooded your phone with texts and calls. An attorney you called had to decline due to Nikolai contacting them first. You watched as your savings slowly drained.

One night you finally broke and called him back for the first time in months, begging for him to just sign the papers. You'd return everything; the car, the clothes, the jewelry, your ring. You just wanted to move on.

"No."

He agreed to give you an allowance again, let you live in your "little flat" and live how you wanted but the two of you had made a promise and he was a man of his word. Until death.

Several years later and your ring sat at the bottom of your jewelry box. You had a career, friends, a few dates here and there - all the stability you craved in your youth. Nikolai still loomed over you.

His visits were infrequent and random. He still acted like the two of you were in the honeymoon phase. Making you breakfast in the morning, bringing flowers with him, making you come over and over.

You almost fall for it. You think about letting him back in your life, trying this marriage thing again. You're older now. You have a life outside of him.

He thinks about it too. Lips against your ear as the head of his cock brushes against your womb, "maybe a baby will fix us?"

[nrdmssgs]

Both Nikolai and Price are messy eaters, and we are not talking about their lunch.

Because Price is absolutely relentless before you come for the first time. He’s not stopping even if you ask. Just smiling against your skin, as he tortures you greedily. You owe him the first one and he’s determined to get it. One hand tightening around your thigh, another pressed against your belly to prevent you from pulling away once you get shy about what is going to happen to your body.

Nikolai might seem softer and more willing to negotiate at first. Seem is the keyword here. Because he’s as merciless as his friend. He just likes to talk you through it. “Relax, my sweet treasure”, “dont think about anything else”, “there’s only your sweetest spot and my tongue”, “concentrate on that”. The tings he manages to do to you between these deep half whispers half moans are otherworldly. Just as Price he’s not ashamed of sounds his tongue makes, or juices slowly covering his chin.

Hungry, messy eaters. Feral for you.

[kkusuka]

i haven't written anything for nikolai so you guys have no idea how much i need him. I WANNA FUCK ON HIM. anyway.

being an engineer for the SAS was not in your life plan, so being an SAS engineer working on a ex-soviet soldier's chopper while he less than subtly checks you out was even farther away from your plan, yet somehow that is exactly where you landed.

"ok, um-everything looks ok with the engine, so you should be all good to keep flying. just make sure you don't leave so much time between check-ups next time."

"ah, thank you, malyshka. i should take your number then, da? to call you about check-ups?" his grin is nothing less than shit-eating as he stalks closer to where you're standing.

and you're by no means the best person for this job, there are dozens of guys that have done this for years- you just got called in for the day-"oh! well, i'm uh not super goo with this stuff, you can just tell Mrs. Laswell and she can send one of the-"

"no malyshka, you've done so well for me today. i don't trust many people in my hangar, it has to be you. so your number?"

and you don't know if it's on purpose (it is) but nikolai manages to call you every time he fly’s back to base (it's like his little reward for making it back) because something has gone wrong with his helicopter (he keeps disconnecting random wires that won’t affect the actual helicopter but still needs his little malyshka attention to fix).

[mercury-hg-80]

more nikprice plssssss

[konigsblog]

nah but the idea of Nikolai and Price letting their pets have playdates when they have some fun seems so interesting

cw: hybrid (dog-human)

nikolai and price always find you and gaz fucking like rabbits, two stupid dog hybrids grinding against eachother so perversely... :(

they've tried separating you; putting you two into different rooms, or different cages. but the second they turn their back on you both, his tongue is already pressed against your cunt, licking at your sweet arousal. it's inevitable, they're unable to get you two to stop acting like freaks, it doesn't help you're going through heat alone and kyle just wants to help you out!

nikolai always scolds you, keeping a hold of your collar whilst price grip kyle by his ears. they're either forced to listen to you two whine and mewl and whimper from sexual frustration, or let you misbehave! :(

too bad you get off using nikolai's boot instead, covering him in your cum and panting into his knee while he degrades you for being disobedient, your ears and tail low from shame and humiliation as he scolds you once again... :(

[luci4theminorannoyance]

Graves, price and Nikolai with a stoic!m!reader hcs plss

a/n: sure! I love writing graves honestly

graves:

-teases you to hell and makes as many jokes as he can think of to try to make you smile or laugh

-secretly loves when you show a smile or crack a frown even when it’s not that common

-loves you for all your stoic, quiet, mean boyfriend self

price:

-will whine and tease you to at least smile for a photo

-loves holding you close and feeling your love even if your very quiet about it expression wise

-has had to explain multiple times to other people that you werent rude, you were just like that

Nikolai:

-has done that thing of like putting his fingers on your cheeks and trying to make you smile

-compares you to grumpy cats a lot

-“oh my boyfriend? He’s just eternally meh. Pretty sure his screws are loose.” Is his favorite way of describing you

-has a little photo of you smiling for once off guard. A candid photo he had gotten, printed, and put up in his workshop

[diejager]

My deep dark desire for a distillery au wherein each force is a competing distillery and you yeet an expert taster reader in there who is in charge of judging each whisky and ranking them. Either they are pulling out all the stops on your tour and treating you like a princess or doing the opposite and threatening you to rank them the highest :')

Mhairi, I am the worse person to ask about whiskey, my parents have delicious smelling ones, fruity and spicy ones, but taste wise? I gag like there’s no tomorrow, especially gin!! I hate gin. The only thing I can stomach so far is sweet, coffee and cream flavoured Baileys Irish Cream. (I know there’s Irish whiskey in it, but it’s only 17% compared to the 40% of any other whiskeys)

Eau De Vie Cw: Alcohol drinking, whiskey taste, tell me if I missed any.

Whisky had always been your favourite, your little secret that you shared with your closest friends alone —your penchent for judging whiskeys and bourbons alone, managing to include rum and brandy in rare occasions. So when you were approached by a known figure in the Whiskey industry that acted as the face for many distilleries across the world, you couldn’t turn down the offer when you were given so much in a simple deal.

You were responsible to drink and rank many popular brands by taste and smell alone, the only person delegated to become the judge. You were given the privilege of taking home a bottle of each brand after this competition, another reason to accept it. So you signed the contract without a second of hesitation, shaking her hand to conclude the deal before she left you squirming with excitement in your office home.

You were flown from your city to a calm part of the Scottish countryside, a chalet overlooking the Scottish highlands and its green beauty. This was the quaint house you would temporarily live in with the rest of the team orchestrating this friendly competition, leaving the connecting house up the cliff side to the different distilleries. From what you’ve heard, Kate Laswell - Kate you called her after a few meetings that had fully bloomed into a friendship of alcohol connoissoir - the participating teams were the British company 141 - who in coalition to Chimera and the ULF - would represent their alliance, the American Shadows, the multi-national KorTac and the Russian brewery Konni. They were all popular brands distilling whiskey and brandy in their own countries, creating a plethora of tastes and sensations that would explode on your tongue after a few sips.

You were ecstatic, your mouth salivating at the simple thought of tasting the finest whiskeys from around the world, but you had a few days to rest and tour the side of Scotland you were shipped to. What you expected to be calm and mild-mannered men and women from their side of the world to meet and eat with refined etiquette, was shattered the second you peered through the door after walking down the connecting path from your chalet to their house.

They were loud, rambunctious in the very sense of it, loud and jovial, hurling insults and hissing out jeers at one another. It was a dogfight between brewers, like cats and dogs. You felt like a stranger, gawking at the group hurling words at one another until it all stopped, the open living room falling in silence when they heard you drop your bag on the polished wood. You’ve never seen humans move so fast until the second after the silence, scrambling to clean the room up and wooing you with their compliments and sweet pleasantries to appease you.

They gave you a tour of the house, the rich wine cellar that was open to you whenever you wanted a drink, the wooden patio that had it’s own lounge and bar, and the various rooms in the mansion-like chalet. They all vied for your attention, ripping one another’s throat to have a second of your attention, kissing up to you with sweet compliments and even sweeter praises.

The Brits - well, three English and one Scott - were a good mix of mature and zealousness, low voices and near-overwhelming figures with their broad shoulders and stocky mass. They came with other people to represent their company: Farah and her devoted Alex from ULF, and the crude Nikolai and Krueger from Chimera.

The Shadows were American, the most American you’ve ever seen, energetic and determined to win you over, and the CEO, a man with a southern accent and a seductive smirk, swiping you off your feet with pet names that made you fluster.

KorTac had as many accents as they had people of different countries, both men and women skilled in multiple languages and conversing so fluently that you started to question if you were on the same planet.

Konni was rough on the edges, their leading figure as scheming as he was gentlemanly, his thin lips letting out the most vicious praises to have you squirming under his dark gaze and unmoving determination for the win.

Days later, you met them at the compound farther down the road, away from the beauty of the coast and cliff, a long table exposing their finest to you. Poured in a cups, one with ice and another without, they were left for you to decide which would win the prize for both straight and on the rocks. Today was the day you would nominate one as the best, standing higher than everyone else without bias despite the times they rendered you a flustered mess and made you unendingly grateful for their help.

Your pallet exploded with flavour every time you sipped on a different brand, eyes rolling to the back of your head with the deliciousness of every bottle. 141 brought three bottles of their aged whiskey: a smoky Scotch Whisky made in the same Highlands you were tasting it, the bitter spiciness of rye whiskey from the American branch of the ULF - credits to Alex for introducing it - and the woody and fruity aroma of Chimera’s whiskey. Shadows had brought - unsurprisingly - their most popular types of whiskey to the table: Bourbon made in their own distillery in Kentucky, a sweet and mellow sub-type of their first one and the smooth flavour of their wheat whiskey. KorTac had a large variety to it’s collection: a floral tasting whiskey that outmatched Hibiki Harmony, a nutty sensation of a bottle made in Ireland and the rich and peaty on of a danish-made bottle. And finally, three Russian bottles from the biggest distillery in Russia: a sweet and smoky bottle, a second one with rich malt and honey, and a third focusing on aroma with it’s spicy odour and fruity taste.

They were all so delicious, if you had these bottles when you working at the bar, mixing concoctions for paying clients, you would’ve been overjoyed, but those days were long gone, your priority standing elsewhere than fulfilling your dream. Truthfully, you didn’t know who to give the medal, the flavours so vast and unique. Perhaps they wouldn’t mind if you took a second or third sip just to be sure.

Part 2

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[toucandrawz]

I recently got the chance to commission the amazing @temeyes!!

RAHH Her art is soooo cool!! They’re so talent, And her art infinitely worth the money!! I was actively giggling every time I got an update.

Explanation under the cut !!

It’s a retirement AU with Nik and Price, where they own a ranch with horses n’ shit, and then they end up adopting my sona (lil cringe but I am free <3), and this is when Tou first met Krupnyy!! (The Horse)

The ranch part is mostly because I recently got a fixation on horses again, so I started drawing them and obviously needed to combine the hyperfixations <3

[creptolli]

HAPPY CoD GAY MONTH !!

In celebration, I am giving you all my sexuality headcanons for CoD characters (not all of these apply cause sometimes I disagree with myself, but have at it)

It progressively gets more unhinged.

Soap

Pansexual (just like me 🥳)

Either figured it out at a very young age or is completely clueless and will randomly drop how attractive men are. But also women.. and honestly everyone.

Ghost

Omnisexual man if I’ve ever seen one (preference for men/masculine presenting)

Rudy

Demisexual !! (Passionate about this)

Gay. He is gay, there is no denying it frfr

Alejandro

Bisexual, very very angry bisexual.

Probably used to like Valeria but never did anything with it (he realised she is a strong lesbian or Aroace)

Valeria

Lesbian or Aroace. There is no in between.

Alex Keller

Everything in me says pansexual but that may just be me relating to him and projecting myself onto him.

He’s just into men and women and honestly anything else, probably doesn’t care for labels

Nikolai

Not straight. That’s it, he’s just into men and probably others, he likely doesn’t care.

Price

Bisexual man, probably doesn’t care enough to look into anything else - he just knows he likes men and women.

Gaz

Probably gay.

Everyone just assumed he’s gay from the moment they saw him and hasn’t really questioned further.

Farah

Asexual icon.

Probably straight - could see her with a woman though, maybe polysexual

Graves

If you ask him what his sexuality is he will wholeheartedly Texas.

Probably doesn’t know what a pronoun is.

(I love him but I can’t see him as anything but straight or unknowingly omnisexual with a preference for women)

Laswell

“What type of girl do you prefer?”

“My wife.”

Hadir

Gay aromantic.

Makarov

Aroace. He doesn’t have time for that shit. Nor does he care enough.

I don’t think I missed anyone from the remastered modern warfare series but if I did lmk!!

[ghouljams]

Nik....Nikolai werewolf.... mmmmm...

If you had to pick a man to be a werewolf it's him. Honestly you can't even say you're surprised when his shoulders start twitching and his mouth starts to elongate. What surprises you is that his cock is already inside you when the full moon starts to rise, and he doesnt seem keen on changing that.

His cock swells, growing with the rest of his hairy body as his joints crack and his skin sloughs off in ribbons. Blood and fear hit you in equal measure as the big man above you growing enormous and beastly, until his dark figure eclipses the overhead light and you are forced to contend with his shadow. And his cock.

The stretch of it makes your hips raise, your back arching to try and push him deeper. It hurts, and tears spring to your eyes as the monster stretches you wider and wider, pressing deeper into your stomach than you've ever felt. The tip of him grinds against you, achingly good, dizzyingly good. Stars dance in your vision and your cunt throbs, pain and pleasure mixing as your body attempt to accommodate him.

"Ah, ah," the beast taunts, your legs kick in an attempt to find purchase beneath him, "we are not to the best part yet, Moya milaya." His cock pulls from you, the length rubbing at your overstretched walls, drooling hot slick until you feel like you're burning from the inside out. There's so much of it, and yet he treats it like nothing at all when he fucks back into you. His balls slap against your ass, and your head spins trying to decide if those are bigger too. You claw at the sheets, sparks flying up your spine and spiraling you down into a pit of pleasure.

"You will enjoy knotting," Nikolai's voice slide from between his teeth and drips onto your chest with his spit, "and I will enjoy filling you up."

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Short circuited thinking about grabbing Nikolai’s gold chain to pull him down to your eye level when arguing.

[nrdmssgs]

Everyone is talking about Nikolai partying with Price or 141, but hear me out on Nikolai hanging out with Yuri and Yegor. While each of them chose a different career path - they all are products of one and the same epoch. They don’t share just the language - they share culturally references that are almost impossible to explain. How do you make Price or Ghost understand that the most sinister form, your girlfriend can take doesn’t start with “where were you last night?” or “that girl stares at you for the whole evening”. Oh no. It starts with the “ya ne dogovorila” (I’m not done talking).

Hundreds of subtle inner jokes, cold facades left behind the closed doors of Niks office, laughter bursts killing the calm nightly ambience of the Chimera base, curate smoke coiling over Niks table. They know each other. Share the secret code, they sometimes forget about around others. Half a sentence is enough to understand where does your friends story go. Half a smile, the most subtle blink, change of posture is enough for them to have a full talk.

[mercury-hg-80]

Nik is a gentle parent

[mi-i-zori]

Got inspired by @eowynstwin ‘s take on the 141 as artists and wrote similar thoughts for Nikolai, Nikto and König. Hope it’s okay.

Nikolai is a photographer. He fell in love with the realism the medium has to offer, but also with how easy it can be to tweak things and make them seem unreal. He likes to experiment with multiple filters, parameters and subjects, but his favorite element to capture is nature - especially the wintery forests of Russia he used to explore as a young child, rolling around in the snow and collecting frozen pine cones.

He loves to bask in the silence such landscapes bring ; the slow passing of time his camera comes to immortalize ; the wildlife he sometimes encounters, so alive despite the cold death lingering around ; the shimmers of the ice upon frozen rivers and branches. The details he catches under the cold sun seem surreal, out of this world even. But they all find their place in his own universe, away from the never-ending bustle of his life.

Nikto also fell for the charm of realism, except he pursues it with charcoal instead. There’s something familiar and almost nostalgic about the dry feeling it leaves on his skin, the delicate sticks staining his hands with a darkness similar to the one clouding his mind.

The subjects he draws are dark, sometimes unsettling, reminiscent of his nightmares and the horrors he’s seen. Yet some might see a peculiar longing in some almost invisible details of his art - a strange sliver of hope among the shadows.

He only works on his art during the night, when the world quiets down enough for him to make sense of his thoughts. When nobody dares to expect anything from him.

It’s also the time when no one can see him delve into his more indulgent dreams - allowing himself to wish for more peace with his pencil gliding freely on the paper.

After retiring, König fell into wood carving. The way the knife slices into the wood, singing differently depending on his choice of material, never fails to be relaxing. Soothing. Healing. He spends hours upon hours peeling delicate layers off of a block, no matter its size. It allows his mind to finally go quiet, detangles the nerves he’s constantly fighting.

The only downside is that he tends to lose track of time, sitting outside or in the small atelier he put together, carving away until hunger clouds his focus or his eyes refuse to stay open any longer. But he doesn’t mind. After a life spent trying to quell his thoughts, the anxiety coursing through his veins like blood, this newfound relief is worth getting sidetracked. It brought peace in his daily retired life, one he thought he would be longing for until his end.

[luci4theminorannoyance]

Nikolai and price with a ftm!reader who is taller hcs tyy

a/n: sure!! I listened to country while writing this because I got bored :’/

Nikolai:

-surprised when he met you at a club and you just stood up and ended up being a good 5 inches taller then him

-absolutely abuses the privilege. If he can’t reach something while working? Might as well have you do it instead of him

-brags about having a boyfriend a surprising amount for someone who is actively an illegal arms trader among other things

-loves stealing your hoodies because their just the perfect size on him to be warm and comfy for around the house

Price:

-since he’s around ghost all the time he’s not completely odded out by it! If anything he thinks it makes you look more masc

-makes taking photos with you just a tiny bit harder when you two are out doing something in public, although the only reason he takes photos to begin with is to show off his boyfriend sooo

-loves to tease you about it and make all the corny tall jokes, but he’s never trying to be mean. He just thinks it’s silly