#nikolai mw2

[bloodyknucklesforme]

Thinking about Nikolai as a father

He’s never married but has somehow spawned 4 children (that he knows of) from various women across his life. They are all girls. All raised in England by Russian au pairs. All going to fancy boarding schools.

Oxana, Nicolette, Arina and Nadia Nikolaevna. Ages 18-8.

He’s not a hands on father but he spends Christmas and their birthdays with them. He taught them all how to fire weapons. He made sure they were fluent in English, Russian and at least two other languages.

They are fiercely independent and have a strenuous relationship with their father but they do love him (for reasons only Nikolai knows they have no contact with their mothers) and try their best to impress him at every opportunity.

Nik would burn the world down for them but has never tucked any of them into bed.

[ghouljams]

Pulls out because he likes seeing his come on you: Ghost

Pulls out because it's safer even with birth control: Gaz

Pulls out so you can swallow it: Nikolai

Who said anything about pulling out?: Price, Soap

[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.

[frogchiro]

being pregnant with both bear nikolai and price would be a dream.

It’s late winter/early spring and you’re all starting to wake up and get back into routine after hibernation. Your pregnant belly is starting to show too :(((. Imagine rolling over and waking up in the morning, just to see them nosing and gently rubbing your small bump, definitely excited and fantasizing about when you finally start swelling with milk.

The weather starts getting warmer and you wake up to a literal pound of berries (each) that they brought you.

You thought you were done sleeping and eating and doing nothing now that winter is over? Nope. You’re staying in the den until those cubs are born and they think you’re ready to go out.

You probably have so many cubs too 😩. All of them big and chubby chunky babies who love being held by their momma 🥺. They also absolutely love to drink their momma’s milk, never getting enough of it.

And you never seem to run out of milk! Always enough to go around for the cubs (and your mates when they get jealous). Sorry I just AAAAA about them sossosososo much

Bear! Price and Bear! Nik would be the most attentive and lovesick daddies ever!! They were over the moon when they sniffed out a change in your scent, more of a milky sweet tone to it, so when it was confirmed that you are indeed pregnant with cubs they were ecstatic!!

And yes, they make not only many but also they make the biggest, chubbiest cubs ever! I mean look at them, they are huge, broad shouldered and bulky, it's only natural that your babies will inherit those traits!! But they are so good to both you and the little ones, always scenting them and keeping them close, when one is away to hunt the other is always with you inside the den, cuddling with you and the cubs, licking their new fluffy coats as they babble and giggle at their dad :((

But tbh you're the favorite parent! You're their momma and the cubs always make little pips in search for you, wanting both your comforting warmth and scent and for you to feed them since they eat so much, but they need it if they want to be as strong and healthy like their fathers ;;

[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... :(

[mercury-hg-3008]

Makarov and his boyfriends of the week

(Yuri and Nikolai for OG timeline)

[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!!

[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.

[queermentaldisaster]

Zeus, who, the moment his hair started giving him bad dysphoria, decided to take one of the electric razors at Laswell's house and attempted to give himself a mohawk like Soap's.

Laswell's wife found him crying in the bathroom with his hair so messed up that it had to be shaved off. She handed him to Nikolai, who came over in the helo to pick up Zeus and take him back to the base, with the words: “He tried to give himself his first haircut. Please reassure him that you're not going to be mad at him.”

The whole ride back to base, Nikolai had his son sitting in his lap, sobbing about how mad Price would be.

The moment they landed, Nikolai walked right into the briefing room, in the middle of the debriefing, and handed Zeus to Price with the words: “it's your turn now.”

Price, who was actually in the middle of the debriefing with his boss, Laswell, and the rest of the 141, had to stop everything to comfort his sobbing son.

And the Major is just standing there, at the head of the table, trying not to laugh, because he remembers the days when he'd randomly get a call from his wife about something their daughter had done, and she needed his reassurance that he wouldn't be mad.

Tags: @thejacketscloset @forestshadow-wolf @bringinsexybackk69

[ghouljams]

Hear me out...

Fae!Nik

GOD the things I'd let that man do to me.

Fae!Nikolai that doesn't quite understand why all of the 141 is going about and complicating things. If he wants a pretty thing under him he just hires one. Saunters into Price's bar and picks a name off the list that the bartender offers him. That's not so hard, is it? These Englishmen could learn a thing or two from him, going to all sorts of lengths just to sink their claws into one little flight of fancy- bah.

Except he walks into the wrong room.

He'd been told that his pick of the evening would meet him in room 9, so to room 9 he went. Except you don't meet him in the room, you're already in the room. Not a problem, just makes things easier, especially with you already undressed, clutching at the sheets like you're scared to let him see what's beneath. You lean back on the bed so shyly, your knees drawing towards your chest, and God- he can smell the way your skin heats as he looks at you, hear the way your heartbeat patters nervously in your chest. What a sweet thing you are, putting on such a show for him when he can almost taste the heady arousal in the air.

He spends so long between your legs, drinking you in and feeling the shake of your thighs, he doesn't notice the drop of blood when he finally pushes inside. Why would he? You're so relaxed and wet for him there's barely a wince as your pretty cunt stretches around his cock. It's only the soft pleading of your voice, the way you lick your slick off his lips, the clutch of your arms wound tight around his shoulders, that hold his attention. Such a pretty, sweet, toy for him. So easy to catch and hold, all he has to do is hire you out again.

The problem comes, as it so often does when blood is in play, once the deed is done. Once he's wrung you dry and left you dripping with his own spend, his pretty thing laid out and satisfied in bed. Once he's already left, and once he comes back.

Once the person who comes into his room is definitely not you, and once he has Price pull his reservation from last time. Once he shows Price the room he'd been in (now boasting a 6 outside the door) and sees the word "virgin" on your bill.

The problem comes when he feels that itch behind his teeth, the settling of a tether he didn't know he'd hooked, and the knowledge that maybe he's not so different from his complicated English friend after all.

[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.

[frogchiro]

b-b-bear Nikolai… and bear Price…

sh-sharing….

I pass out before I can finish the sentence

Bear!Nikolai and Bear!Price are literally the most perfect men for...literally anything. They keep you warm and safe in your shared den since literally no one with a functioning brain would try and harm you woth two huge, older bear hybrids constantly hanging off of youe hips, you're always fed and satisfied, not to mention how you're almost always a bit sore and your cunt is aching and dripping their thick, potent cum since they insist on marking and breeding your with their scents and seed :((

They're not getting any younger y'know? They want to have babies but never had the chance or opportunity-until they met you! Now that they have such a cute, motherly mate they deemed it's time to make some cubs♡ And both Price and Nik are relentless, their pleasured roars mixing with your moans and whines as they drive their cocks inside your poor, stretched pussy and you can't help but clench even tighter when Nik growls right into your ear about how he can't wait to make you a mommy and father your cubs :((

[yandere-kokeshi]

This gives Nikolai vibes and I don’t make the rules