#what is behind your ear nik?

[gloomwitchwrites]

could we possibly get 141’s and niks reactions/hcs to a tall (possibly taller than them) and toned/muscled f!reader? If you get what I mean 😼

Not me cackling and screaming at the top of my lungs, y’all. All of these men are tall and strong anyway! (Proceeds to go outside and scream over this.)

MDNI

John Price

Your #1 hype man. Brags about you constantly.

Loves it when you wear heels because it purposefully makes you taller.

Loves it even more when you wear heels during sex.

Has you get things off the top shelf. Not because he can’t reach but because he knows you’ll do it. (Also, he’s old and has a bad back.)

Won’t allow you to give him piggyback rides.

Loves saying “Be polite or my wife will kick your ass.”

Will only get on his knees for you.

John “Soap” MacTavish

Immediate simp. No question.

Dared you to an arm-wrestling contest when he first met you.

Lost said contest, but not on purpose. He did try.

Doesn’t ask you out but watches at a distance. He thinks you’re not interested. Wants to take the chance but is a little nervous.

Absolutely talks the rest of 141s’ ears off about you. Literally will not shut up.

Thinks it’s cute when he has to go up on his toes a bit to kiss you.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Favorite thing about you are your legs.

Secretly enjoys being little spoon.

Will punch someone in the fucking face for picking on the height difference

Loves it when your thigh muscles squeeze his face as he’s eating you out.

Gets a bit flustered when your face is close to his. He’s thankful for the balaclava.

Asks “how’s the weather up there?” just to piss you off.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Absolutely crushing on you but a little intimidated. But Gaz isn’t afraid. He boldly asks you out.

You’re the only person allowed to pick him up.

Finds it hilarious that you grab things off the top shelf to hand to him (because he can reach them, too.)

Loves it when you hug him from behind and rests your chin on his shoulder or nuzzles his neck.

Never worries about losing you in a crowd.

Both of you go to the gym together. You always out bench him.

Nikolai

It’s love at first sight (on Nikolai’s side.)

Dares you to a wrestling contest (and not the arm kind.)

Loses said contest on purpose because his dream is to be topped by a larger, stronger woman.

Promptly flirts and asks you out on a date. You reject him, but his ego isn’t blown.

Tells everyone who will listen that he’s going to make beautiful, massive babies with you.

Grins like a big idiot when your face is close to his.

Constant positive affirmations about your body.

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[sierrale8ne]

paige bueckers x nika mühl x fem!reader

nsfw // pure smut, voyeurism, dom(ish)!paige, dom!nika, sub!reader, fingering, degradation, oral, orgasm denial, mentions of strap, paige and nika are both intoxicated, ts i really freaky guys i’ll go pray i’m sorry.

You fucked up. Bad.

Your relationship with the two athletes was confusing, admittedly, you were sleeping with the both of them without the other knowing. It worked well in your sick and twisted mind. Paige gave you what you needed and when she was unavailable Nika did so as well.

A knock on your door drew your attention away from whatever it was that you were doing. You walked to the door, looking through the peephole cautiously. There stood Paige, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her grey Essentials sweats, a black t-shirt on her body and a sliver cross chain on her neck.

A smile appeared on your face, even though you weren’t expecting her tonight. You unlocked the door and swung in open. A smirk formed on the blonde’s face that only widened when her friend came into view. Your eyes widened and a look that could really only be described as fearful took over your face.

Your voice got caught in your throat and you froze in place, eyes moving from Nika’s to Paige’s.

The blonde was the one who made the first move. She stepped into your apartment and placed and hand onto your hip, pushing you further and further into your own apartment and Nika followed swiftly behind her.

“Don’t look so scared, princess.” She teased. You could smell the alcohol off her breath. “If you’re a good girl tonight, then we can make this quick. It’s up to you.”

Nika reached for your hand, dragging you behind her as she approached your bedroom. She didn’t say a word.

And that’s when you knew you really fucked up.

Nika had stripped you bare. Your silky pink pj’s scattered along the floor. Your bra joining it and panties stuffed into her pocket. You were the only one nude, which put you at yet another disadvantage in comparison to the athletes that towered over you.

It was Paige who sat off to the side while Nika positioned you on her leg. She sat on the edge of the bed, your back pressed up against her chest with you situated over one of her thighs. She gripped your legs and forced them apart as wide as they could go, putting you on display for not only yourself but also blonde sitting in the desk chair directly in front of you.

“You’re fucking pathetic.” Nika rasped in your ear. Her hand reached over to give a harsh slap to your cunt, making you thrash on her thigh. “So wet. Who gets you this wet, princess?”

“Nika.” Paige warned.

“What? She was using both of us, I think I deserve to know who does it better. Right?” Nika cooed. She was so sinister, and the way you whimpered against her only fueled her sick and twisted fantasies. She trailed her hand back to your entrance, wasting no time and slipping two of her long fingers inside.

“I—Nika, fuck.” You groaned. Your head fell back onto her strong shoulder, eyes shutting tightly at the instant pleasure that shot up your body. “Feels so good, Nik.”

Her free hand gripped your chin, forcing you to face Paige once again. “Look at her, baby.” She demanded, “let her know how much of a fucking slut you are.”

Your eyes blinked open and you were met with the sight of Paige staring at you, deep into your eyes as she slightly shook her head. She was obviously disappointed with you, sure it was “just sex” but the fact that her teammate had you the same way she did was infuriating.

Nika’s fingers pushed into you faster, curling with each thrust. Your eyes watered, jaw falling slack.

“She makes you feel better than me?” Paige asked. You watched as he hand trailed the under her sweats. You couldn’t see the way her fingers pressed to her clit, but the way her breath visibly hitched was more than enough for you.

“Paige—”

“—Answer the question, princess.” Nika asked you. She was sweet with it, a huge contrast to the way her fingers split you open.

You were soaking wet, each rapid push of Nika’s fingers pulled out more of that silky fluid. It stained her leggings and you knew she would make fun of you for it. Your mind was so focused on the pleasure you were feeling that you forgot to answer Paige’s question.

You refused to answer the question.

The situation you already put them in was bad enough, but to have Paige seated in front of you, asking if herself or one of her best friends fucked you better was almost ten times worse. Your heart nearly beat out of your chest and your legs trembled where you sat.

“Fuck, Paige, I’m sorry.”

“Now you’re sorry?” Nika shot back, not giving you a second to get accustomed to her stretching you out before adding another finger. “What about me? I don’t get an apology?”

You whimpered and thrashed and clenched harshly around her fingers, your climax building up in your core. Nika was so mean and relentless with it, her fingers mercilessly stabbing into your core. Fucking you like you were a toy for her enjoyment. Your eyes rolled, submitting to your punishment.

“Nika, m’ so sorry!” You moaned, something like a cry and a scream. “Gonna cum. M’ cum— Nik! Please, baby.”

They both laughed at you. The ringing of Nika’s laugh loud in your ears. The alcohol on her breath blinded you and she slipped her fingers out of your tight cunt.

“You think you’re getting off that easy?” The brunette asked. “You fuckin’ whore, so needy to cum, huh? Move.” She pushed you off her lap, probably harder than intended but in the moment she didn’t care.

She moved you hard enough that your body tumbled towards Paige’s direction, her strong hands steadying you between her legs.

Paige admired your body shamelessly, veiny hands trailing up to your tits. To your waist and thighs. The way your clit peered innocently at her through your folds. She wanted to ruin you, and her silence let you know exactly what you were in for.

“P, I’m sorry.” You apologized.

“You’re sorry you got caught.” She chuckled. Her hands dropped behind you, gripping every available surface of your ass. Her blue eyes looking over at her brunette teammate as they spoke with her eyes. “You fuckin’ piss me off. I can’t even believe you.”

“I’m sorry.” You stuttered, the apology again falling on deaf ears.

Your hands reached to cup her face but Paige backed away into her seat, her hands pushing yours off of her. “Show me how sorry then. Get on your knees, right here.” She demanded. And you knew better than to piss her off again.

You cautiously sunk to your knees, aware of Nika sitting on the bed watching you. The carpet thankfully cushioning your fall. Though Paige was in front of you, a sight that you loved deeply, your mind kept wandering to Nika. Your head turned slightly, seeing that the brunette had discarded her clothes and sat patiently in her bra and panties. Her breasts cupped beautifully into the material of her bra, legs crossed daintily as she tried to soothe the pressure between her legs.

“Nah don’t look at her.” Paige grunted. Her hand sunk deep into your hair, griping in and tugging you back to face her. Your eyes had been so glued to Nika you didn’t even notice how Paige had pulled down her sweats and boxers until they pooled at her ankles. Her cunt greeted you eagerly, her clit swollen and hidden behind wet folds. “C’mon then. Show Nika how good you eat this pussy, ma.”

The thought of eyes watching you made you nervous, and you cautiously spread the blonde’s legs further. Your palms clammy up against her thighs. You leaned forward slightly, just enough to feel her clit throb against your lips. You sheepishly broke eye contact and diverted your attention to her cunt.

Your tongue darted out, licking from Paige’s entrance up to her clit and back down again. You hummed at her taste before continuing the movement. Her hand dug into your scalp, pushing your face into her more and finding that perfect point of pressure. She used your face, grinding and humping against your soft lips and wet tongue.

“Uh, fuck!” Paige threw her head back as she let out a rather loud moan that made your abused cunt throb even more.

“Such a fuckin’ slut for it, baby.” You hear the Croatian accent ring loudly in your ears. She was directly behind you, watching as her teammate fucked your face as punishment. “Do it like you mean it, stick your tongue out.” She instructed.

You listened, knowing better than to disobey either one of them. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth and you innocently looked up at the blonde. Her eyes were shut and her eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. Your hand trailed up to her shirt, pushing the hem higher to look at her abs, shining in sweat and convulsing rapidly.

“Good, baby. Gonna—mm gonna make me cum.” Paige whined. Her head raised just briefly looking down at you and how your head moved. Your tongue, a pretty pink, circling around her clit.

You nodded in response, eyes falling shut again as you let her grip harshly on your scalp. “Want it, P.”

“Yeah?”

“Say please, princess.” Nika cooed in your ear. You tried to pull back to speak, but Paige was clearly against it, holding your head even closer to her dripping core.

“Please.” Your begging was muffled. “Please, please, I’ll be so good.”

You watched the gears turn in the blonde’s head as you eagerly continued lapping at her cunt. Nika was eagerly feeling your tits behind you. Your mind ran a thousand miles a minute, completely overwhelmed.

That was until Paige’s hand tugged you away from her. A pout graced your wet lips. The blonde focused on catching her breath and Nika focused on regaining her dominance.

“I don’t think you begged hard enough, pretty girl.” She teased you. She towered over you as she stood up. 5 feet and 11 inches of pure beauty.

“Apology was weak too.” Paige grumbled.

“Since you’re getting punished all night. Maybe you can show P how good you take my cock.” She shrugged. Her slender fingers ran through your hair. You felt so small under her gaze she peered at you like a dominatrix mocking you were you kneeled.

Paige stood up from her spot, ridding her self of what was left of her clothes as she also towered over you. “Maybe you could even let us know who does it better.”

author’s note this one is kinda short bc i don’t know how to write threesomes but that is exactly what growth is for 🙂‍↕️ some nastiness with my nika baby PLS SAVE ME NIKA 😩😩

[quarterlifekitty]

Fledgling reader who has Nikolai whispering in her ear about how to endear herself to Price and so when Price says she's staying with them until they figure out what to do with her she follows Nik's advice and nods, still drowsy and off-kilter from dying and goes "Okay Daddy" Nik's smirking just behind her because Nik knows that Price is aware of Nik's meddling and also knows Price is gonna fall for it hook line and sinker.

He smiles when he looks down at your tired eyes.

"I'm your papochka, pchelka. That man," your eyes slowly follow his finger, unabashedly drawn to look by the gold ring adorning it at the knuckle. He points to Price, the man currently giving your sire a thorough tongue lashing.

"That man is your daddy, sweet girl."

[charliemwrites]

Part 4!! (No content warnings)

Fuck these men :)

You roll your neck, trying to loosen muscles tense from keeping your head locked in place. Hard work denying natural instinct to look at whoever is speaking, but the 141 doesn’t deserve any more of your attention than they’ve already stolen. Even if they didn’t know they had it at the time.

You’ll have to ask Nikto if he’ll massage out the knot forming there. He’s handy with anatomy like that.

“Listen, about what happened…” Gaz starts.

“Not relevant,” you snap, crouching behind a barrel.

“I’d say it’s pretty relevant,” he replies. “It’s not right, how we left things.”

You nearly snarl. ‘Not right’ is the understatement of the bloody century.

You twist on him. “You’re being unprofessional. Shut up and take this seriously, Garrick.”

You duck as a sniper shot pings dangerously close to your head. Spot Nikto across the way, hand-signaling to ask if you need back up. You reply with a ‘no’ and turn back to Gaz.

Thankfully, it seems he’s caught the message and keeps his mouth shut for the rest of the stupid drill. You resist a snappish comment when it’s over. Up until Gaz starts up again.

“I just think you deserve—”

“I don’t care what you think I deserve,” you interrupt. “I know what I deserve. And it’s a partner that can keep their feelings in their vest.”

Speaking of, Nikto appears at your side like a shadow in shifting light. There’s a disapproving tilt to his head, aimed at Gaz. You shake your head and tap your knuckles against his.

“Need a water break?” You ask, worried about how long he’s been under the helmet.

He shakes his head, then surprises you by bumping his forehead against yours — his version of a kiss. Even in private those are rare. You hum at him.

“Thank you, Nik.”

You have to run the next drill with Soap. Know from the start he’s going to be a stubborn prick about it. Can see it in the set of his jaw and the flicker in his eye.

“Didnae have to be a knob to Gaz,” he says.

You don’t respond, slipping away as the exercise begins. He calls after you and hurries to catch up, nearly blowing your cover.

“He feels bad enough for what happened, ye know.”

You level him a cool, blank stare. “You speak for him now?”

His eyes narrow. “If you won’t give him the chance to, aye.”

You knock his leg out from under him and fire at the “enemy” combatant, Nova. She sportingly goes down, but mutters that you should have let her take the shot. You should have.

“You compromise this drill again,” you tell a toppled Soap, “I’ll tell Laswell direct that you don’t belong on this mission.”

You spin on your heel and continue the exercise, ignoring any and all attempts by Soap to get you to speak again. At the very least, he picks up the slack, earns his callsign.

Nova finds you again when it’s over, arms around your neck and chest plastered to your back.

“Look’it you go, mamas,” she coos. “Shot me through the heart all over again.”

You laugh bending your legs to let her hop up for a piggy back ride. Yeah, you’re tired. But never too tired to carry your girl around. She giggles in your ear as you carry her off back to your captain for her next drill.

“With Price now,” he says, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“Sure thing, boss,” you answer, doing a good impression of enthusiasm.

You know your place, settle into position just behind Price’s left side. No overtures about the past this time. Whatever iota of lingering respect you have for him grows as you complete the drill flawlessly. When it’s over, the two of you are at the furthest point from the designated “start”. And that’s when he decides to open his stupid mouth.

“It wasn’t personal, you know,” he says.

You smooth out your expression even though you don’t turn to him, already starting back.

“Okay.”

“It was the best call,” he explains, falling into step with you.

You tilt him a sideways look, don’t even bother with your full gaze. Spent far too much time looking up to him, by your estimate.

“Okay.”

“I look out for my soldiers.”

You turn forward again. “I wouldn’t know.”

Your captain happens to intercept, sweeping you up with one arm. You yelp, though can’t help grinning as you hook your fingers in one of his chest straps.

“Shouldn’t sneak up like that, sir,” you scold.

“That’s how I’ll know when I need to retire,” he replies with a crooked grin. “When I can’t sneak up on you anymore.”

You huff, snatching his sunglasses off his face to wear all the way back to the start point. Keegan meets you, looks directly at you as he salutes.

“Captain,” he says.

You laugh, give your CO his glasses back.

“Keeping fuckin’ around, Russ,” the captain rumbles, “I’ll take it out of your ass later.”

You gasp, scandalized, and laugh as the little skin visible through his smearing face paint turns pink.

“Off with you, girl,” your captain says. “We’re done after this, so keep it quick and clean.”

“Yessir,” you reply, jogging off to meet Ghost.

Fucking Ghost.

You don’t spare him a single look as you set up for the exercise. If nothing else, you have every expectation that he won’t say a single goddamn thing to you. No attempted apologies, no reprimands, no justifications. Just radio silence, like always.

What you don’t expect is for him to treat you like nothing’s changed. Like you’re still a fresh transfer that can’t watch their own six. You consider just putting your “gun” away and trailing after him until the exercise is over, but that would be just slightly too immature.

So you suck it up, grit your teeth, and do your job. Up until he gets in the fucking way. You’re about to get a sneaky shot on Keegan — a rare thing indeed — but Ghost moves. Goes out of his way to get the shot you already had and loses you both the element of surprise.

“Fucking oaf,” you snarl, scrambling behind a wall. “Is this your first fucking day or something?”

His eyes flash across the corridor. “What the fuck did you just say?”

You don’t reply, getting low and kicking your boot off, carefully sneaking it towards the corner like you’re trying to peek out. Keegan comes around, aiming too high and in the wrong direction, and Ghost shoots him.

Keegan “goes down” — goes out of his way to land on you, actually. You huff and shove at him.

“It’s not nap time,” you groan.

“Can’t hear you, I’m dead.”

You snort and shimmy out from under him. Not so different from most mornings, actually.

“If you two are done…” Ghost growls.

You suck your teeth and stalk off, giving Keegan one last pat to the back. The rest of the drill is barely civil, Ghost’s eyes more on you than on the training grounds.

When it’s finally, finally over, you sigh and pause, trying to work out that knot again.

“Haven’t changed a bit, have you?” Ghost sneers.

It’s meant to hurt. Meant to piss you off. Maybe remind you of the last things he said to you. You don’t look at him, bending to re-lace your boots. Thrilled to realize it’s like poking at an old scar. The skin is deadened, even though a mark remains.

“Fuck you’re so immature,” he growls.

You straighten and just start walking. Keegan finds you almost instantly.

“The hell was that about earlier?” He asks, frown audible.

“Ugh, he got in the way. I would have fuckin’ had you, otherwise.”

His eyes spark with outrage. “He fuckin’ what?” He snarls, turning like he’s about to say something to Ghost. Which… no. Just not worth it.

“Keegs,” you sigh, “c’mon, I told you this would happen. He’s not worth it.”

He scoffs, laces his fingers with yours. “‘Course he’s not. Don’t waste bullets on the dead, right?”

You snort and tug him along. The rest of your team will be waiting.

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[kitkatkitzune]

MUSE

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x Fem!witch!reader

Summary: Always the artist, never the muse… until now that is… sorta?

Warnings: A tiny bit of Angst, Death, Mentions of painting with blood, Inconsistencies in the tense it’s written in (whoopsie)

Notes: First post of the new year!

After a lot of consideration I have decided that I am not going to be making a tag list at this point in time. I am simply not organized enough for it, maybe sometime in the future but not now! I’m sorry! If you’d like to be notified when I post you can turn on notifications… sorry again!

Word Count: 1.5k

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You hum as you walk around the Mikaelson home, stopping every few moments to admire the paintings hung around the house. Some of the paintings were incredibly old and some were only made a few years ago, and all of them had been made by the hybrid.

There was at least one of each sibling, Elijah, Rebekah, Kol, and even Finn. Freya had also gotten a painting after her return. However, there was someone missing.

There was not a single one of Klaus hung around the home, he wasn’t even in the large family portrait at the end of the hallway. You come to a stop in front of it, tilting your head in confusion.

You don’t get long to ponder the thought as a familiar voice cuts through the silence, “Admiring the artwork, love?”

Turning, you face Klaus with a small smile, “Yes, everything is so beautiful… you’re incredibly talented.”

He hums, taking a step backwards, “Come, I’ll show you my studio.” he beckons you to follow, holding out his hand for you to take.

After a moment's hesitation, you take his hand, allowing him to whisk you away to the art room. The room was isolated, far away from the rest of the rooms in the house. You could tell that this is where Klaus goes to clear his head, when he needs a moment to himself. You couldn’t help but feel honored that he brought you here.

He smiles, “Take a look around…”

You begin to look around the room, admiring the different paintings and drawings all around. Every one was unique in its own way but they were all so Klaus.

There were even paintings in blood, you assumed that the blood used had come from one of Klaus’ many victims. You hover your hand near the canvas, it was of an angel. Ironic. There was something about the painting that you couldn’t shake though, it looked so familiar.

“An angel of death? Since it’s in blood?” you question, quietly.

“Sometimes,” Klaus murmurs in your ear, causing you to jump, you had been too distracted by the paintings to notice how close he had gotten, “inspiration strikes at the strangest times, even while I’m slaughtering my enemies.”

“It’s beautiful…” you smile softly, tilting your head to look at him.

“It’s yours,” he says instantly.

“Oh Klaus, I couldn’t…” you trail off, your eyes catching another painting behind him.

You quickly move to the other side of the room to get a closer look, it was of you.

You look back at Klaus, who, for once in his life, looks a bit nervous, “You weren’t intended to see that yet…”

“You painted me?” you ask in a whisper.

Klaus smiles, regaining his confidence, “Well, I paint you quite often,” he makes his way to you in a split second, “Your beauty is something I enjoy capturing… although, no painting will ever compare to the real thing.”

Your face heats up a bit at his words and you sputter trying to find a response, Klaus however grins, responding before you can, “I don’t know if you picked up on it… but the frame on this was is the same as the other ones displayed, I plan to hang this one in the hallway with the rest of the family portraits….”

Your brows furrow, letting out a small laugh, “I’m not a Mikaelson, Nik.”

“No, but you practically live here, practically family at this point.”

“I suppose that’s true.” you let out a little laugh before frowning, “but what about you?”

“What about me?”

You roll your eyes at his question, “All these paintings, Nik, and not a single one of you.”

He smiles but you swear you see a flicker of hurt pass his eyes, “I’m the artist.”

“And?”

Klaus sighs, “I’ve simply never had the urge to paint myself… I prefer to paint other things.”

You knew there was a deeper meaning to his words and reading between the lines you were quickly able to figure it out. Klaus painted beautiful things, even in his most chaotic works there was beauty, whether it was landscapes or a pretty girl— he painted things he liked, things he loved.

His whole life, Klaus had felt like an outsider in his family, he was the half-sibling, the hybrid, the bastard child. He felt that he did not deserve to be painted, to be hung on the wall with his siblings, and you would make it your mission to show him just how wrong he was.

As it turned out, painting was a lot harder than it looked. You had gone through at least ten canvases over the past week, all containing painted scribbles of the original hybrid and you were growing increasingly frustrated. Klaus always made it seem so simple but it was anything but.

After numerous attempts at recreating his face and failing miserably, you decided to cheat.

There were spells for death, aneurysms, memory, you name it— there was a spell for it. It took time but eventually, you found one for painting. It helped you create a spectacular painting of Klaus. You use the term ‘help’ when in reality, the spell did most of the work.

You were ecstatic to show him the painting, holding the canvas close to your chest as you reached the art room.

“Nik?” you call out quietly, entering the room.

He hums, setting down his paint brush, he was working on a landscape painting. He turns to you, raising a brow when he sees you’re carrying something.

“I’ve brought you something…”

“You’ve got my attention.” he stands up from his stool as you hand him the canvas.

He flips it over and reveals the painting of himself, a small smile appears on his face. Suddenly, his brows furrow, causing you to gulp.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s excellent, love, I just wasn’t aware that you painted.”

“Oh,” your face heats up, “I don’t, not really… it’s just, you deserve a painting too… just because you’re the tortured artist type doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be captured and immortalized in art…”

Klaus surprises you by pulling you against him in a tight hug, “Thankyou.” he mutters, pressing a kiss to your head.

You freeze in shock but, after a moment you relax, “Of course…”

When he finally pulls back, he stares down at the painting before finally looking at you, “I know that you did not paint this though.”

“I- What do you mean?“

He clicks his tongue, “Artist, remember? I assume you used a spell, little witch?”

You sigh, “Well yes, but I just wanted to paint you and I couldn’t do it! It’s incredibly difficult! I tried my best but everytime I just ended up with scribbles!”

“Scribbles?”

“Yes! Scribbles!” you grab his hand, dragging him to your room to show him the failed paintings.

As expected, Klaus cackles at your failed attempts making you pout, “I did try!”

His laughter quickly subsides at your protest, “I know you did, it’s just… I think we should hang this one up,“ he holds up one of the paintings, “although, people may think Hope painted it.”

“Don’t be mean…” you cross your arms, looking away from him.

Klaus frowns, setting the paintings down, he approaches you and places his hands on your arms, uncrossing your arms, “I’m only teasing, I think that it’s quite sweet.”

Finally, you turn back and look at him, trying to hold your angry expression but fail. The two of you stand there for a moment in silence, just staring at each other until finally, Klaus moves. He dips his head, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss that quickly turns heated, his hands find their way to your waist and he pulls you flush against him.

You tug on his hair and he groans at the feeling, sliding his hands to the back of your thighs. He picks you up with ease, pushing you against the nearest wall causing a few things to rattle, including the painting made in blood. It fell to the ground, making you both break apart at the sound.

“That painting…” you mumble, out of breath, “It’s still so familiar…”

Klaus smirks, setting you back on the ground, “I thought you’d have figured it out by now…” he brushes some of the hair from your face, “It’s you, you’re the angel… I made that the day we first met. When you were surrounded by those vampires… and with a flick of your wrist all of their heads exploded, coating you in their blood. I had never seen a sight so beautiful…”

“That is… so messed up…” you breathe out, “but so hot.”

And with that, you grab his face and slam your lips to his. You truly were his muse, and he was yours… sort of?

Bonus!

You sit at the dining room table, coloring with Hope and Klaus. Rebekah was braiding Hope’s hair and Elijah sat at the head of the table drinking his coffee while looking over the newspaper when Kol came waltzing into the room.

Kol smiles, “I saw your new painting Hope, it’s lovely.”

Hope tilts her head, “What painting?”

Elijah answers before Kol can, “The portrait of Niklaus in the hallway.”

Your eyes widen and you immediately look at Klaus who is smirking at you.

“You ass!” you take the crayon you were currently holding and throw it at him, causing him to cackle.

“I told you I’d hang it up!”

[yarafic]

Imagine: Kol taking you to meet his family

Staring at your feet, bundle of nervous mingling in the pit of your stomach. You have never react such a way when meeting new people but knowing you are going to meet the family of your partner. That hit a nerve, when he ask you to be introduced to his family; you stood their gobsmacked with the news. You just hum to the agreement but deep inside you were mortified. What if his family doesn't like her because she is a mere human? Or what if their isn't anything captivating about her. They are just gonna find her boring.

In snail-like pace, she walks to the door as she goes to knock the door was immediately open by Kol. By seeing his face, she let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding. She quickly goes for an embrace to persuade  herself that everything is going to be fine. Kol snicker at her reaction and pulls her inside. He knew how she was feeling right now that she is meeting his family. He finds in absolutely adorable how she is freaking out.

He lowers himself to whisper in her ear, "Everything is going to be alright, darling." He leaves a peck on your temple maybe that would ease the jitters.

"Is she here already?" A voice asked, the foot steps began louder and louder indicating the person was coming closer. Y/n didn't know what to do, she moves behind Kol to hide.

"Don't be afraid, darling." Kol states, which she finds absurd that he is telling her to not be terrified that she is dating a thousand year old vampire. In an instant his sibling could and will kill her in a blink of an eye. To be scared to death is a statement that she knows down in her soul could happen, if ever dared to be annoying or disrespectful.

"Kol, Where is our guest?"

"She is right behind me dear sister." Kol moves to aside to show his sister that his lover is behind scared out of her mind. Rebekah softens seeing the state that her brother's girlfriend was in.

"Hello, I'm Rebekah but you can call me Beka." She introduces to the shy girl.

"Hi, I'm y/n... it's nice to meet you." She says softly scared to speak a little louder.

"Don't be shy, love. We will never hurt you." Rebekah tells her, Y/n reminds her of herself when she was still human. Sweet and innocent. Until her world became darker and cruel, she needed to learn and adapt so she wouldn't be this scared little girl.

Now Rebekah can defend herself from their enemies and anything that gets in the way of her and family.

Rebekah got closer to Y/n and throw her arms around to embrace her warmly hug. She felt Y/n tense underneath her but slowly found comfort in the hug. She lets her go and sees she much more relaxed.

She turns to Kol and says, "I like her already."

Kol smiles brightly from the interaction his sister and girlfriend were having. He knew they were going to be best of friends. He goes up to her to clasp her hand in his and guide her throughout the house until they arrived to go to the patio where their little dinner was going to be held at. Y/n was kind of starstruck with how beautifully decorated was the backyard. It felt like it was straight out of a Disney film, she will never get over on how breathtaking it is. Kol notice her reaction and shakes his head softly, guides to the table.

"Ah! Our guest has arrived." Klaus announces excitedly, he wants to see the woman that has made his brother carefree. He would like to thank her for loving his unconditionally. He knows how difficult and stubborn his dear brother can be.

Y/n turns around to see Kol's brother approaching them, she was stun to see that his brother is as well attractive. She wonders were this family blessed to look this drop dead gorgeous.

"Hello love, I'm Klaus but you can call me Nik." He says, he shakes her hand. He could tell how nervous she is. It made him smile softly, he knows Kol admired those type of woman with sharp tongues and confidence that are killer. But what made him fall in love with a girl who is this shy of a mouse. That truly did intrigue him so much.

"It's so nice to meet you! I'm Y/n." She greets him, now with a new found confidence. Her in mind she was thanking Rebekah, who have gave her the reassurance that everything was going to be alright. Yet again, she was thankful that she met her first then others. Rebekah and Kol stood there still weirded out the interaction that was taking place. Mostly,  of their brother, Klaus. He has never allowed anyone call him, Nik. Only his siblings. Which this whole situation is all out of character for their brother.

"Come on, darling. Let's go and sit. We have to wait for my other two siblings." Kol says to her as he guides her to the table.

Y/n sits down and looks at Kol, then says, "How many siblings do you have?"

"I have seven siblings but two of them have fallen." He replies to her while leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek.

"Seven!" She exclaims.

"I admire that's all the information she took in." Klaus replies to Kol. Kol shook his head while laughing, he couldn't deny how adorable you look at this very moment. He can say that he is quite lucky to have found someone like you. You are the light to brighten up his darkest of days. The reason why he fought to change himself to be a better man because you made him want to change. You are the reason why he wants to exist in this pathetic world.

"We truly apologize for arriving late." A man in a suit said, while behind him stood two women. One of those women is holding cute baby... y/n heart swell when she saw the small child. Kol look at her and smiled sadly. Knowing that he will never be able to give the children she would desire to have. Y/n looks up toward Kol and saw the frown on his face, she gently pecks his cheek. He looks down at her and kisses her forehead, she whispers to him softly, " I am amazed."

"Why?" He whispers back to her. He got curious as to why she was amazed, they haven't done anything out of the extraordinary nor have they began chatting among with his family.

"How come everyone is so fucking attractive. I feel like it a crime." She whispers back.

Laughter was heard around them, they both look up to them staring Y/n; she shyly look down.

"Don't fret, love. I always have been told I was a god." Klaus replied, everyone knew his ego.

"Yes, dear brother. They have called you a god of short temper." The one in the suit says back to his brother.

Which everyone laughs, Klaus rolls his eyes at everyone. Y/n

"How rude of me! Hello, I'm Elijah." He says as he extends out his hand for a shake. Timidly shakes his hand and smiles softly, she waves at the two ladies.

"These three are Freya, Hayley and lastly, the baby is Hope." He says, as he gestures at them. The women smile softly, Hayley walks toward Klaus and hands him Hope. Hope giggles in the arms of Klaus, Y/n understood right there that Hope is his child. She did a small cutesy wave to Hope.

"Do you want to hold her, little dove." Klaus ask her, with a brow raised.

Y/n leans her head to the side, curious as to why he calls her little dove. She looks at the face of everyone at the table and they all had the same face. They were all confuse with the fact he gave her a nickname.

"Why little dove?" She asks.

"Because among all of us, you are the purest. Dove are a symbol of purity." Klaus states, as he hands hope to her. She gently embraces Hope into her arms, she began making funny faces.

"Now, let's begin." Freya announces, as she gestures for the waiter to begin bring out the food.

"Where is Y/n?" The older brother of Kol asked, they had a lovely time getting to know her. They truly believe, not only them believe that Y/n change him for the better. Klaus knew that having her around will also bring his family a little closer to humanity.

"She is upstairs, we were thinking about watching a film." Kol replies, he knew that Elijah and his two sisters approve of their relationship. He was ecstatic to hear the news but he was entirely scared of what Klaus would think. He demand to know his brother impression about their entanglement.

"I can say little brother that you have found the one. I hope you keep in mind to cherish her forever." Klaus adds, he places his hand on his shoulder to assure him that it is alright. He has to not worry of any aggressions he might do. Meeting the human girl, he felt as she was like another sister. He vowed to himself that he will help Kol protect her from the harms that come from being involve in this family.

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"What did you think about my family?" Kol asks.

"What do I think about them, it's more likely what do they think about me?" She says dramatically, as she points at herself. Throughout the whole dinner she kept on worry with the fact she would mistakes or embarrass herself. Which she is great on doing so, Kol laughs at her and shakes his head; he leaves her there on the bed so he can go get the remote.

"Stop laughing at me!"She shouts while tugging on her hair. She across her on top of her chest and pouts she hates it when he never takes her seriously. Kol jumps back on bed and pulls her to him, he cups her face with her hands to place a soft kiss on her plump red lips. He can never get enough from kissing her, every kiss felt it was the first.

"Don't worry. I know for a fact they love you."

[leyavo]

Nikolai’s Weapons!Assistant x Gaz

“Devushka, the girl with no name,” Nikolai introduces you like that to everyone, because you refuse to give anyone your name, even him.

You were a freedom fighter when Nik first met you. A girl with a mask, but he liked your attention to detail and knowledge on the weapons you collected/stole from bad people.

It’s not till he runs into you a third time does he offer you a job. That and you’re trying to steal from one of his clients. Yelling about freedom and how Nik’s stifling a whole city by giving weapons away.

“You know freedom? Never constant Devushka,” he says, shaking his head and hooking his finger under your chin. “Ahhh, you’re stubborn. Perhaps not learnt your lesson?” Only something you’ll learn the longer you live in this world.

“And what you’re going to teach me?” You snarl, tearing away from his hold.

Nik scoffs, “no.” He circles you where you stand, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “Better, you could fly with me Devushka.”

The mask is gone, freedom coming and going in exchange of flying. Stealing weapons and collecting some of your own - a particular set of throwing daggers. Nik can find you in the evenings throwing knives at the platform of the hangar.

You’re the one unloading the weapons and picking them apart, scraping the identification number off so they can be resold. Your fingernails never clean enough, no matter how much you scrub them. Oil and rust beneath them that you bite them down short, but the dirt still stains the top of your nails and cuticles.

Nikolai gifting you a dainty gold necklace with his initial pendant (got a tracker in it which you don’t realise).

Making bullets and testing them in the wilds behind the hangar, it’s out in the middle of nowhere so no one can hear the rounds of bullets firing. You’re not allowed to touch the grenade launchers though after the last accident.

The mask is still tucked beneath your mattress, worn only when you step on to the helicopter or a plane. And of course you love your missions with a certain sergeant or Gaz which he prefers to be called.

Gaz the only smooth one that got you to tell him your name. You did threaten to slit his throat if he told anyone. “Don’t threaten me with a good time now.” You wanted to both strangle and kiss him. He whispers your name in your ear as he fucks you, promising that everything’s just between the two of you. You two against the world.

Maybe flying is freedom.

Kyle finds your oily fingerprints on his gear as he sits on the helicopter ride back to base. A few swipes of the grime on his jawline or just beneath his collar. The scent of gunpowder and grit under his nails reminding him of you. Sometimes he procrastinates, the shower running for an hour before he steps under the harsh spray of water, not wanting to erase your touch. A pile of his dirty clothes in one corner still holding your mark.

His tattered cap hangs from your bedpost, a piece of him so you know he’ll return. You wear it whenever you’re testing the weapons under the scorching sun, finger tracing the flag on the front. Hoping he’s thinking of you as much as you think of him.

[Masterlist]

[mossygirl333]

Crême Brûlée and lavender tea for Nikto please? 👁️

AN: @/cafekitsune for the wonderful dividers and low-key kinda bad ending but I've been struggling to write recently

Bakery Order: Crême Brûlée- “shhh, wouldn’t want them to hear would you?” + Lavender Tea- Somnophilia

Nikto x F!soldier!reader

TW/CW: DUBCON, slight stalking, somno, lots of whimpering, soft sleepy sex, reader is described as short-tempered, relationship spoke upon: fwb?, I've never written Abt nikto or read much fanfic for him so I did a tad bit of research so I didn't mess this up (I know he has DID from what I read? So I made him use plurals like us instead of me)

SMUT UNDER THE CUT!!

Nikto watched as you slept. It was almost a daily occurrence nowadays, sneaking into your dorm room. He couldn't exactly help himself, your lips parted, eyes shut. Head tilted back into white soft pillows, half buried in your warm blankets.

You never woke up when he watched you, desperate to reach out and touch warm skin. You'd never let him be sweet with you if you were awake. A hot-headed stubborn soldier, you didn't need kindness or warmth or love. Quick fucks in the bathroom and that was the most of your relationship.

But when you were asleep...oh how he loved you when you were asleep. The anger and tension gone, you looked young. You had such pretty features too, he just couldn't help himself.

Shifting around, you pushed the covers off of you, rolling over onto your stomach. Prone, he could work with that.

Your eyes open immediately, feeling someone on top of you. You open your mouth but it's covered by a warm hand. A memory flashed in your mind when you finally smelled him and heard his voice.

"Shh...don't want them to hear would you?" He whispers against your ear, puffs of warm air sending tingles down your spine. Resting your chin on the pillow below you, you felt your legs spread. Sleep shorts pulled down and kisses being placed on the back of your neck.

"Nik-" Your eyes flutter, bleary. Your muscles felt weak, pliable under his rough paws. Gripping and squeezing at any fat he could find.

"Let us take care of you." He interrupts. You closed your eyes, feeling his cock twitch against your bare thigh, a streak of precum left behind.

Your hands ball up, feeling his tip bump against your clit. Sliding through your folds, weak whimpers buried into the fabric.

His chest rests against your back, heavy on top of you, his hands collecting your wrists and pining them above you.

Your mouth got dry, breathing heavily as he settles into your heat, breathing you in. "You're so pretty f'me...when you sleep..."

It would've freaked you out, if he wasn't being so soft about it. So sweet. Settling into you, twitching and throbbing. Laying there so peacefully with his head tucked into your shoulder.

You whine, bucking your hips back against him, wanting some sort of friction. An ache settling between your legs.

His hands rest heavy on your hips, eyes fluttering as he lazily starts to grind, slow in and outs. Awkward pauses where he practically fell asleep. Tiny high-pitched hiccups leaving your lips, clawing slightly at the blankets. Your chest felt tight, like you couldn't get enough oxygen. Head swimming, your nose overwhelmed with the smell of him.

Eyes flutter closed as you melt into the bed, you could finish this later. He's already asleep, warm and comforted by the steady throbbing. Curled up around your form.

Soft and sweet~

[volimtem]

Who Would’ve Thought I’d Get You?

something short n’ sweet

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pairing: nika mühl x fem!reader

wc: 500

fluff & angst | reassurance

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Three knocks.

Nika made her way to the door of her apartment, revealing you in an incredibly distressed state. Tears running down your flushed face and your lips quivering, the brunette was looking at you in sympathetic awe.

“Baby? What’s wrong?”

You took a step forward as Nika closed the door behind you, falling into her chest.

“Me and my dad got into a huge argument,” You said in between your hyperventilating. She rubbed your back in efforts to calm you down,

“What’d you fight about? C’mere let’s sit on the couch.” She says softly as she guided you to the living area, her large hands on the small of your back.

“He’s moving across the fucking country to Arizona. Next week.” You say blantly as you plopped down on the couch, your head in your hands.

“What the hell? Are you serious? Why’s he moving all of a sudden?” Nika questioned, starting to match your hysteria.

“Apparently he’s been in the works of a new job two months and he just bought a house there. Not only is it fucking crazy how he’s now telling me, but he’s taking Helena too!” Tears pricking as you voice the reminder.

Helena being your younger sister, there’s no way you could live being kept away from her in such long periods of time. Storrs to Phoenix was a 6 hour flight away!

“Dude that’s such bullshit. That isn’t fair to you and your sister at all. I’m sorry baby, you guys don’t deserve that.” She strains, her heart aching for you as she saw you become more visibly upset. She removed your hands from your face and brought them to her lips, planting reassuring kisses.

You looked at the ‘Baby M’ tattoo she had on the side of her hand and remembered how the Croatian has been in your shoes before. “How’d you do it Niks? You came here all the way from Croatia, without seeing your family for years.” You ask her, hoping her words would ease your discomfort in some way.

“Well, I did come to practice crying everyday at first. It was hard, really hard” She says, letting out a faint laugh making you softly smile at the idea of your girlfriend’s tough facade falling.

“—But, it got easier eventually. Good thing the technology exists y’know, I still got to FaceTime them and all that stuff. I just had to remind myself the future I’m building for myself here is also for my family back in Zagreb. And I also got to meet you.”

You listened to her intently, playing with her fingers to aide your anxiety. Your ears perked up at her last comment, leaving you cheesed.

“That’s a smile I like to see.” Nika complimented

“What would I do without you? I’m so glad I met you.” You felt so in love with the girl beside you, she made you feel so seen.

“I love you.” she spoke with a kiss placed on your forehead

“I love you more.”

[stoirmeachapas]

just enough

warnings: nightmares and paige being annoying but thats lowkey it this ones kinda cute

request: hi!!! i loved you nika headcannons. would you be open to writing about her? i rlly feel like you’re hc abt her match up so well

nika mühl x reader

the warmth of my blankets encompassed me in, the weight of the soft fabric holding me down. i don’t really know how i was still awake, considering it was almost 1 a.m.

its not like i was staying awake, i was actually trying to sleep.

my room was small, but comfy. the only light was a streetlight gleaming through the window. it had one bed, a nightstand and, a dresser. a uconn ncaa banner was pitched above the bed. my dorm-room was surprisingly quiet, the only sound being a small floor fans whirring.

the silence was interrupted was a quiet jingle from the door handle. the metal clicked and the door creaked open, and a tall brunette girl poked her head in. “hey niks. couldn’t sleep again?”

“how’d you know?” she spoke sarcastically, shrugging while she walked in. the door closed quietly behind her. sometimes when nika can’t sleep, she finds her way into my room. after what was probably the 20th time this happened, i gave her an extra key so i didn’t have to get up to let her in.

i scooted closer to the wall to make space as she stumbled her way over. nika lifted the covers up and slipped under them, instantly moving closer to me. she gave me a quick smile before rolling over, facing away. “thanks. for you know. this?”

“yeah… i don’t mind,” i traced little shapes on her back while we talked. i drew a dog and a house and two girl standing outside of it before she moved. nika sunk further into the bed, “i was kind of worried you would.”

“why would it bother me? its really nice when you’re here.” she giggled before turning back towards me, making eye contact in the dark. “do you really think i would give you a key if it bothered me?”

she had really nice eyes, and they were looking right in mine. and the way she talked was so perfect, “i guess i never thought about it that way.” she blinked and it broke me out if my trance, but i was pulled back in the second i could see them again. the chocolate brown swirled around, darker on the inside and lighter on the outside. it had such a sweet look to it and the colour highlighted her face.

nika sighed and then we just layed there in silence, but it wasn’t awkward. nothing needed to be said. the presence of each other being there was just enough.

but i had to break it. i don’t really know why. “are you sure your doing okay?”

she seemed taken aback, her eyes loosing the happiness they had seconds prior to my words. “i- why wouldn’t i be?” she was laying so close to me that i could feel her breath shaking while she spoke, a nervousness coating her expressions.

“niks, i’m just worried about your sleep and stuff. you come in here saying that you cant sleep more often then not,” she pulled the covers slightly closer, twisting the edge lightly with her fingers. “and theres nothing wrong with you coming in here, but is something keeping you up at night?”

“its not like its important or anything.”

“yes it is.”

even though she was laying down she still crossed her arms and gave me a you should be quiet look. “why?”

“because your important. and i care.” a strand of hair fell in front of her face and she blew at it to try and get rid of it, but it kept ended up right back in her face. frustration grew over her face. after she started mumbling swears at it, i tucked it behind her ear.

“why do you care?” she spat, calmness buried underneath her mean tone.

“i don’t know, why are you interrogating me now?”

“you know i didn’t come here for a heart to heart. i came here to sleep.”

“i guess we don’t always get what we want.”

she took in a deep breath, “i’ve been have these nightmares, where i cant do anything right. and coach gets mad at me, then the rest of the team follows,”

“and nobody will talk to me, because i keep messing the plays up. not even you will talk to me.”

“and it gets to the point where nobody will look at me, because they’re ashamed for me. or at me, i’m not really sure. and in the end, i just stop loving basketball.” her voice cracks with those last words and it breaks my heart. and as the tears she was holding back slowly make their way over her waterline and onto her face, i pull her into a hug.

her voice was all squeaky and wobbly, “i just don’t want to be a failure.” nikas face was pressed against my chest, a wet spot appearing on my t-shirt.

“no. look at me,”

nika peered up at me, eyes still glossy with tears. “you are not a failure. you never will be, okay? we all love you so much. i love you so much.”

“yeah.” she sniffled out. my hand held her head close the myself, playing with her hair. my other hand scratched her back, trailing under her shirt slightly.

she wiped her tears with her sleeve before cuddling back in, “your a good friend.” she mumbled into the crook of my neck, her lips brushing lightly over my skin as she spoke.

she was still there when i woke up, snoring lightly. her leg was thrown over me and her arms were still wrapped around my waist. nika was practically a koala, but i didn’t mind.

i was just glad she was there.

most if the time when she came in the night, we wouldn’t talk at all and she would be gone by the time i was awake. usually i was asleep when she got there too. sometimes i didn’t even know she was in my room until she mentions it sometime during the day.

i trusted her, entirely.

it didn’t matter to me if she came in and out throughout the night and the morning.

after awhile, we just stopped talking about it. if she was there, then cool. we didn’t need to have a conversation about why.

im not sure what was different about last night and this morning. but i liked it. i liked talking to her, and i liked having her with me.

she was a cute sleeper too. her messy hair still looked perfect. i could just lay there forever, it was peaceful. but we weren’t going to, because nika woke up. she yawned and stretched her arms up, nudging me in the face with one. “g’morning.”

she peeled herself off of me, smiling up. “good morning. whats the time?”

i shrugged, “i dunno.”

nika got out of the bed, grabbing my hands and pulling me up with her. she didn’t let go when she started to talk, “hey, I’m sorry about last night.”

i smiled at her, it was more of a sad smile though. my thumb traced over her hand, “don’t be. everybody needs somebody.”

she squeezed both of my hands before pulling me into a hug, pressing a quick kiss to the side of my head. “no, i- you said you loved me, and i didn’t say it back. so i’m sorry about that.”

“its fine.”

she spoke quietly, almost like a whisper, “i do love you too, by the way.” she smiled.

i held her face in my hands, “good.” i pressed a light kiss to her chin. “you better love me.”

god, her smile was perfect too. she giggled and smiled again. “ill see you at practice?”

“three hours mühl. trust me, ill be there.” she pulled me into a hug, patting my back.

she pulled away, heading towards the door. “bye bye!”

i walked into practice with my bag slung over my shoulder, barely awake.

i had fallen asleep again after nika had left, only waking up because paige barged into my room, woke me up by scaring me, then still made fun of my scream.

then she forced me to make her waffles, then complained that i had no butter. like…?

i held my head in my hands, rubbing my temples. “p be quiet, for one second please?”

“but-”

“paige. shh.” i took a sip of water and began walking towards the court, not realizing she was multiple steps behind me. at that point, it was too late.

she ran at me and jumped onto my back which sent up both onto the floor, laughing hysterically. i was curled into a ball holding my stomach because it was so funny it hurt. “paige, why?” i laughed out, hitting her over the head for payback.

“oh you did not”

she shot onto her feet and grabbed me, hoisting me onto my feet. i wiggled out of her grip and started to run away, laughing at her as she chased after.

i ran into a brunette girl, grabbing her shoulders in putting her between me and paige. “help! nika, help me please.”

“what did you do?”

i wheezed as i spoke because i was out if breath. “i-”

the blonde girl cut me off, “she hit me.”

“you practically tackled me!”

paige smirked before running around nika towards me, hitting me over the head. she laughed as she ran away, “paige! i’m done.” i spoke as i lied on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.

nika leaned above me, shaking her head while smiling, “get up,” she spoke, dragging out her words.

i groaned and rolled over onto my stomach, ignoring her.

her hands wrapped around my waist, trying to pull me onto my feet. “put me down. its colder on the floor.”

“no.”

once my feet were on the ground, i turned around to face her. i didn’t realize how close she was, because our faces were an inch apart. “not so bad up here, huh?”

“its horrible. i’m getting water.”

she snickered as i walked away, finding paige again. i walked over to the benches, grabbing my water from my bag.

“hm. look what the cat dragged in”

i turned to face the girl, “paige. what?” i sighed, “what are you talking about?”

“nevermind. i have a question.” the blonde sat down next to me, leaning to whisper into my ear, “what up with you and niks?”

“nothing! what?”

“you know what i mean,” she wiggled her eyebrows at me, “i mean she totally likes you.”

“first of all, shes just my friend and my teammate. second of all, this is very random.”

she stood up, putting her hands on her hips. “it would be cute.”

“i guess.”

paige made an explosion sound and motion with her hands. “so you admit to it?”

“fine, yes. shes cute.” the blonde pulled me into a hug and swayed back and forth. “ill make it happen.”

im shutting this idea down. “no, p. your doing nothing.”

“but-” i held a single finger to her lips, silencing her, “shhh.”

“please just let me! trust me it will go perfect.”

i closed my water bottle, placing it down next to me. i went to answer her but coach walked in, the rest of the ream following behind. “alright. lets get started! running laps! go!”

i was so sore. my legs felt like jello and everything hurt. i was laying on my bed on my stomach, scrolling on my phone. it was quiet, until nika came to my dorm again. she normally never came twice in a row, but i didn’t mind. “hey. whats up?”

“i need to talk to you.”

she was fiddling with her fingers and sweatshirts sleeves, a nervous expression pasted over her face. “i was talking to paige after practice today, and i-, uhm.”

“oh god.” i pulled my knees to my chest while sitting up in bed. breaking my eye contact with nika.

she closed the door and sat down in the beanbag chair in the corner of my room. “is it true?”

“yes,” i think i might kill paige. “niks, i don’t want things to to be weird.”

she stood up from the beanbag chair on the floor and walked over to the bed, sitting down next to me. “it wont be.”

“why, i thi-” i never got to finish my sentence.

nika grabbed the side of my face and placed her lips on mine, smiling into it. my hands made their way to her neck before she pulled away. “thats why.”

[brokenpieces-72]

Older arctic fox reader, a good friend of Nikolai's, helps the 141 with a mission in Russian territory, and meeting our little wendigo as well.

Do what you want with this.

The reader is male, since I don’t usually do male readers. I’m definitely not imagining this guy looking like the anime KFC guy with fox ears and a bomber jacket…definitely not. Also lets access a different branch of the military with Special Investigations unit.

Fäks

You and Nik go back, and pretty far back. You served together in Russia and when he started working more “freelance” you got him whatever he needed to get whatever he needed. How did you two meet well funny story…he flirted with you. In his defence this was some time ago. Nik wasn't exactly sober either. Your hair was longer then and your body shape was slimmer than most. You’d been called beautiful by more than a few men before they noticed you were male. You started hitting on him back to see if he would pick up on your masculinity, before just asking Nik if he had figured it out yet. Nikolai saying you were very foxy for man is what cemented your relationship.

Nik didn’t tell you everything, but he kept in touch even after you parted ways. When a mission came up, and your commanding officer told you to stand down or to let it go, you reached out to Nik. Off the record wasn't uncommon for you, to the point you'd acquired a few safehouses for your own safety. You contacted Nik to see if you could get some help with your business trip, and he could deliver. When he told you the hybrids he could invite to your vacation home, your tail flicked. A wendigo, a dragon, a werewolf. You had to keep the list a little short but Nik wasn't about to just chauffer.

You stood outside the small base as the chopper landed, a smile on your face, under your scarf. Ice flecks whipped up around you, forcing you to raise your arm to protect your eyes. You didn’t approach until the rotors stopped. The rest shuffled out while Nik wasted no time coming to greet you.

“My brother.” Nik said, clasping your hand and providing a bear hug, which you return with a grin.

“Good to see you again comrade. This must be your friends.” You said, turning your attention to the newcomers.

“Captain.” Nikolai said, inviting Price over. “Meet Fäks. A good friend of mine.”

The dragon hybrid came over and shook your hand. He was bloody big, his horns making it difficult to keep a beanie on his head. You smiled, regardless of being a little intimidated.

“Welcome to Russia captain. It’s a pleasure.” You says.

“Pleasure is mine, Private Fäks.” Price said, nodding. All business this one. You were introduced to each one as friends. If there was a human who could bring hybrids together, it was Nik. Sure any human could arrange a meeting but Nik was special, looking past the hybrid while showing respect to it as well. As the soldiers filed out you noted each one. Gaz came up behind Price, shaking your hand in respect. Another human, Rudy greeted you next before going with Gaz towards the safe house. The final two exited the helicopter. A werewolf with his tail sticking out, saying to call him Soap. Behind him was a smaller soldier, with antlers and rabbit ears, calling herself Spirit. As the wolf and jackelope hurried inside, you took note of how Spirit was tagging along after Soap.

“Recruiting rather young.” You commented. Price nodded, his expression tells you it wasn't exactly his idea.

"Those two are a vision in the field." Price assured you. You looked forward to it.

Once inside and rooms sorted you wandered about, being as good of a host as you could. Nik would be sticking around to assist with extraction for this mission. You hadn’t gotten a chance to see the men with their jackets, scarves and toques off. The next day would be plenty of planning and decision making, figuring out how to break into a facility that was extracting various illegal materials and bi products from hybrids. This was a little personal for you, as you’d nearly had your own tail cut off or someone shave it for some sick mink.

There is a small lounge that could pass as a living room and you see the men have made themselves at home. You smiled reclining in a seat and immediately being asked by the harpy, about how you and Nik met. Nik loudly groaned, and buried his face in his hands, as you leaned forward ready to embarrass the shit out of him. Kyle already had a grin on his face.

“I was minding my own business whe-how old are you?” You said, interrupting yourself when Spirit walked in. She had a book in her hands, eyes wide like a deer in headlights.

“Uh…haven’t looked.” Spirit said. You looked at Nik.

“Not my idea.” Nik said shrugging.

“Apologies malen'kiy. Not used to such a young soldier.” You said. Didn’t mean to startle her.

“Come in Spirit, you’ll want to hear this story.” Gaz called to her. Spirit’s eyes went from wide to bright as she hurried to sit with Kyle. It’s cute how cozy she looked, with Gaz letting her snuggle up. Reminded you of someone else. You needed to focus on what was before you. Mission first, personal stuff later.

“Where was I…right I had a drink. Was enjoying some water, when Nik comes up and sits down like any old stranger.” You continued.

Originally Nik sent you a few files for the mission, since you would be leading it. Turns out he neglected to tell you what the wendigo was supposed to be. You were expecting a lanky humanoid, and when you were planning the mission that image remained.

“Wall here is pretty weak. I can find a hole nearby I’m sure.” You suggested when going over the plans. You looked up at Soap. “Unless a werewolf can?”

“I could do it.” Spirit suggested. “Wait, how much do I need to break it?”

You stood there for a moment, and looked up at the team. None of them said anything. The little jackalope just gave an expectant look. Were you missing something? You decided to take her at her word, but breaking the wall wasn't exactly what you were going for.

“On the other side is a lab. Not sure what’s in it but based on some of the cargo and shipments I’ve seen going in and out there’s a chance of explosives.” You continued.

“Door access might be easier.” Price suggested. Spirit looked a little disappointed.

“My thoughts as well.” You said.

“So breaking in from the outside is a no go?” Kyle asked. Certainly seemed more risky. So far breaking in with what access points you could reach would be more complicated with others but you couldn’t do this mission alone.

“I hate to suggest it, but could we slip in undetected?” Price asked. You considered that but didn’t like the idea.

“It would involve cages, some good acting, and a prayer.” You said. “Nik could drive a vehicle in with us in the back as cargo but the downside is we would need to either be drugged or knocked out. They won’t take “subjects” that are too active, and don’t want anyone knowing their way around in or out of the facility. Every stake out, all I could hear was breathing, no calls or cries. Overheard some drivers talkings about it with the guards.”

“Can we play dead?” Spirit suggested before looking at Soap. “No offence.”

Kyle snickered at Soap’s rolling eyes. You continued, “No, they test to ensure the hybrids are drugged. Guards will enter the truck for inspection before any of them go through.”

The young soldier seemed to shift from foot to foot. You could hear her heart picking up. When Soap put an arm over her shoulders she seemed to relax. The thought of cages made you a little uneasy as well, but it was easiest way.

“I don’t mean to devalue anyone, I have great respect for your work truly, but is bringing someone so young along a good idea?” You asked aloud.

“I’ll be fine.” Spirit said. You could hear her let out a huff, eyes firmly on the map. A strong malen’kiy.

Day before the mission you found yourself in the living space again, with Spirit sitting and drawing in her sketchbook. You had brought a sort of peace offering in the form of a muffin. She accepted it politely.

“Apologies for any offence I may have given you. It was not my intention.” You said. Spirit looked up a friendly expression on her face.

“I wasn’t offended.” Spirit said. You nodded and sat down, eyeing what she was working on. An arctic fox.

“Nik tells me you are a part of a program?” You asked. She nodded but fidgeted a bit. “Bad memories?”

“A bit.” She said, more focused on the sketch. You smiled.

“Do you need me to pose?” You teased. She looked at you smiling and shaking her head.

“I noticed you looking uneasy. While we were briefing.” You asked. When cages were brought up Spirit seemed to shift from foot to foot. Rudy would be a driver, along with Nikolai. You, Spirit, Price and Soap would be in cages and drugged. Gaz would provide overwatch. “If you don’t feel comfortable, you could always go in a cage with someone else, if it makes you feel safe.”

“You’re sure the drugs will be a lower dose?” She asked. You checked and double checked almost every hour, the doses were specific and precise, so they’d wake when they needed to, and wouldn’t be out any longer. You put a hand over your heart looking the young hybrid in the eyes.

“On my honour."

The truck is chilly but cold doesn’t bother you, nor does it bother Soap. Spirit had opted for staying in the same cage as Price who seemed a little chilly. Before the doses were administered, she curled up closer. Spirit insisted on having her poncho. Soap was also adamant on this.

“You have a little comrade captain.” You commented. Price nodded while Spirit gave a proud and smug look.

“Always.” Price said, his wing covering Spirit. You hear a small laugh, and quiet words from Price. Gaz went to each of you, injecting the dose. It would put you all to sleep. When you woke it was go time. You and Soap would be in one part of the lab, while Spirit and Price would be in another. Horns and antlers were valuable, as were scales. Furs had value but only so much. You notice Spirit getting nervous, can hear her breathing becoming unsteady. Price was there to keep her calm.

“You got this milan’kiy.” You told her. The needle goes in, she winced and then leaned back against Price. Price adjusted her to keep her from falling before Nik injected him. Soap was fidgeting in his own box as Rudy put the needle in him next.

Then it was your turn…and you…fall……asleep.

When you awoke you were close by to Soap who was already assessing the cage. He was focused, and ready. There was an extraction team on the way, but getting the other hybrids to safety was top priority. You started to pick the lock when you heard the horrible screech of bending metal. Soap was half shifted.

“That works.” You said and hurried out leading him to some more cages to assess the situation and get some files. Import records, profiles, transactions, whatever you could do to get to the root. You lift blankets on cages to check and see plenty of younger hybrids. The program was about to have a long week. Soap was getting the security system turned off. You were a “late shipment” which meant you had some time. No one would come to assess you for testing or anything like that which made for a perfect opportunity to get as many out as you could.

“How are those cameras?” You asked.

“What cameras?” Soap responded. You gave him a chuckle as he joined you, peeking under a blanket. Another fox hybrid, shivering, and looking newly shaved. Seeing soap, fhe fox cowered. Soap backed off, as you hushed the young kid.

“Не волнуйся. Мы здесь, чтобы помочь вам. Просто держись крепче.” You said. The kid nodded, eyes a little brighter. The blanket goes back down, and you stand up.

“Aye, Fäks. Found some shipments.” Soap called over. You came up to him, seeing the crates with smaller containers. The labels were going to a few high end companies. Disgusting, all of it. There was a barking sound. The two of them turned and saw the white Cadejo. Rudy had returned, which meant the guards wouldn’t be an issue. Soap got to the door and knocked, getting a response from Rudy immediately and letting him in.

"Find everything?" He asked.

"Downloading now." You informed him seeing the loading bar come up. Of course their tech was old and slow.

"Nikolai is on the other end." Rudy mentioned standing next to you, to see the progress himself.

"How is fairing?" You asked. There was a loud bang which told you something wasn't going right.

"Soap, Rudy, stay here." You instructed immediately. If there was one thing you didn't like it was sitting and waiting, and right now there was a chance a good friend of yours was in danger. You don't wait for their response as you leave the room and see a couple guys in lab coats rushing out. You drew a knife from your boot, shanking them both with quick and simple agility. You can hear odd noises and when you get the chance to look inside, you see Spirit's wendigo form, roaring and growling at whatever guards decided to poke her with a stick. Or cattle prod. Clearly they'd taken her out of the cage, intending to do some last minute assessment or maybe to get her antlers off. Price was taking out any guards that tried to go for him while Spirit tried clawing at them. Nik still had a weapon from his disguise, firing from whatever cover he could find from the tables and empty cages.

You don't hesitate to get more primtive, your blade doing only so much when it comes to armoured gear. You claw and bite, yes you have teeth, and you aren't afraid to dive into smaller space to remove anyone wanting to use the element of surprise. Thankfully, the fighting doesn't last long and you don't have too much blood in your mouth.

"Anyone broken?" Price called, taking a moment to catch his breath.

"Good here." You said.

"Fine here captain." Nik called, as you gave him a hand up.

Spirit made a cooing sound, shuffling from foot to foot. You approached her and she looked down at you tilting her head. A jackelope wendigo hybrid. Certainly a new one. Seeing the scraps of her clothes, you understand why she wore the poncho. Spirit shifted back to her more human state, retrieving a weapon from one of the guards. Still seemed a little shaken, but ready and at attention.

"Files should be finishing up. We have plenty of hybrids to extract." You said.

"Let get to it." Price said.

Plenty of reports and paperwork to write and sign for this side mission. The hybrids were either put into a program like Spirit's or were waiting for their family to retrieve them. You checked up on Nikolai, and as always he was still holding strong. After completing your last signature for the day, you got up to go find him. Knowing him, he'd likely have a drink, and you could use one.

"Figured you'd need one." Nik said, offering you a poured glass. As always, he'd thought of everything. You took off your jacket, letting it rest on your shoulders as you sat with him at the table. "Long day."

"Indeed." You said taking a long sip. The two of you nursed your glasses.

"How are you?" Nik asked you.

"That's your best pick-up line?" You asked, recalling the night you two had met. Nik laughed. "I'll be fine."

"You see your little one at all these days?" He asked.

"I avoid it." You admitted. Nik shook his head, pouring you another.

"You should see them. Wait a little, but go see them." Nik said. You could never turn him down. Even when you two first met. He was right though. You should go see your little one. Spirit had reminded you of them, and they deserved to have you around even if you didn't think so.

"I will. They're still reading, and I've started doing it too. Plenty to talk about I'm sure." You said. Nik nodded, and you spent the rest of the evening, catching up, inviting the others to join, and remembering the good times.

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Find Your Love - Mühl

Nika Mühl x Fem Reader

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𝑰'𝒎 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

𝑹𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏

You and Nika had a very long history. Including the fact that you had been her very first kiss and her yours. Every second you had with eachother was filled with tension but you two were so used to it that everybody saw it but you, including Nikas boyfriend who had been against you since day one. Its obvious you like Nika. Its unknown if the feelings are reciprocated until after a few too many drinks after the Big East Championship win, where Nika speaks on her sober thoughts

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“Beboooo”

A loud familiar accented voice shouts from behind. The corners of my mouth instinctively curl as I turn around to see my Croat with a shotgunned twisted tea in her grasp as she reaches her arms out to wrap them around my neck

“Bebo i’ve been looking everywhere for you. You know I hate to drink without you” She speaks loudly unaware of her surroundings. Her breath fills my nose with tinges of alcohol.

“Niks I just got here, its packed and traffic got in the way” I reply in a sorry tone as I grab her hips to move her closer to me inside the bar. People were everywhere celebrating the win with our huskies.

“Also quiet down a bit, I dont want your boyfriend to complain about me again” I add on.

“Who cares about him. Tonights about me and I want to be with you” Nika replies quickly, never breaking eye contact. Nika Mühl, my bestfriend who is so incredibly hard to resist and equally confusing told me she wants to be with me.

“You always say that when you drink” I say laughing while I release my grasp on her hips only to grab her hand instead and lead us to the bathroom

“Cause its always what im thinking” She says trailing behind me as we go into the big stall

“You’re so flirty when you’re drunk Niks. I wish I had drunk yous confidence.” I say locking the door behind me

“Me too” She whispers and sits on the toilet seat which illicits a slight chuckle from me. I can feel her eyes boring holes into my back but I choose to ignore it

Shes just had too much to drink

I walk towards the sink right next to her and grab a paper towel to wet. Grabbing the now wet towel I kneel to put it against Nikas face holding it in place as I use my other hand to move strands of her hair out of her face. Nika raises a hand to hold against mine. The towel drips a few drops from the added pressure as make eye contact with her.

“You take such good care of me.” She whispers and leans in.

Im stuck

I try to move my head to create some distance but I can’t. Instead I speak

“I try my best”

“Well its better than anyone else. I think about you, you know. Like all the time.” She answers honestly closing her eyes softly as if to go to sleep

My heart skips a beat at her confession

Of course she thinks about you. You’ve been friends forever

“I would hope you think about your friends most of the time” I reply putting a hand on her back and moving in a circular motion to which

“Youre hearing me bebo but you got to really listen.” She whispers into my ear as she lays her head into the crook of my neck. I can feel her soft lips against my skin making me grip back just slightly.

“Take me to yours please.” She manages to mumble out.

“Yea lets go” I say to her as I stand up picking her up with me. As we walk out the bar she continues to mumble unintelligible words. The whole car ride back to the dorms she was yapping but not loud enough to be understood. By the time I managed to lay her on my couch she was practically knocked out and exhausted from talking.

“Were you paying attention?” She whispers as I sit on the couch next to hers

“Yup”

“What was I saying?”

“How amazingly amazing I am” I say looking at her. The dimmed lights and the tired look on her face made her 100x more beautiful. It was hard to look away

“I love the way you look at me” Nika confesses

I’m silent for a moment. I didnt realize I was that obvious. I figure by now if she knew I was practically in love with her she would of left me by now. She stands up from the couch to stand infront of me. The things she does leaves me in shock , they always do but this time I felt not in control.

I don’t want her to stop

“You’re so obvious and I was so oblivious. I started noticing the things you did for me so late. Im so sorry Bebo” She says whispering to me in an almost sultry tone that was hidden behind her sorrowful mask. She takes her chance to sit on my lap, straddling me as she grabs the sides of my face with her hands

“You’re drunk Nika and Nahiem wouldn’t nt like this” I manage to muster the strength to speak. Her breath dances on my lips and I can feel her warm body radiate on mine.

She had a lot to drink, she is tipsy, and she has a boyfriend.

“I only got with him to make you jealous. I only pretended to drink so you could take care of me. I hate how you always say friend or best friend when referring to me. I want to be more. I want you. I want you to love me openly so I can love you openly bebo. Volim te.”

“How long?”

“A couple months” She answers honestly

“Try a few years then you can say you hate being called a friend” Gripping her thighs I slide them up to her waist as I go in for a hug, my face going into the nook of her neck as I give her a slight kiss to which she lets out a slight sigh

“Really bebo we confess our love and you go for a hug that is so you.” She laughs her arms squeezing me with each bounce of her body

“Well if you were hoping for a kiss Id rather wait until after we go on a date. You know I love a good build up.” I say as I release my grip but not my grasp and go to look at her, my Nika.

“So you’re basically trying to say my confession wasn’t enough.” She asks jokingly. Her eyes switching from my eyes to my lips as if she couldn’t make up her mind.

“No it definitely was. You’re right I think you do deserve a kiss” I say smugly as I look up at the girl on my lap

“Good” She says her hand cupping my face as she pulls me in. Our lips touch and I can feel her smile as her other hand goes to grasp my hair. My hands grip her waist a little too much. She lets out a groan and slightly grinds on thigh.

“Wait” I say opening my eyes and releasing myself from her grasp

“Whats wrong bebo, im sorry did I go to far” She ask me in an earnest tone

“No, trust me I want to but I really do mean it when I say I wanna take you on a date first. Let me spoil you baby then we can see what follows I promise.” I tell her honestly

“I should of just pounced on you when I first started liking you” Nika admits with a large smile on her face, her blush evident even with the lack of light

“Even then I would of still found a way to treat you out first” I say before going in for another kiss of her pink lips

𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕

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My first fic on tumblr yayyy.

Send in request yall. What i lack in creativity I make up for with interpreting. Most fics that arent based on request will be based on songs so pretty big common theme. Thank you for reading 🙏

[music4soul]

(Fugitive)Nikolai needing to lay low somewhere so he wouldn’t get captured and brought to the Gulag so he flees to a small town in England where there are small quaint shops on every corner, and if you were to go down just a little further, there’d be a few neighborhoods with beautiful houses/apartments.

Upon arrival, the soldiers who were looking for him had already gotten there first(much to his dismay), and just as they turned a corner he ducked into a flower shop and behind the counter, not even noticing the man standing there.

The soldiers eventually came in and looked around for a bit before asking the man if he’d seen someone come in matching Nik’s description, and to the Russian’s surprise, he said no and told which shops the men could check because they had “good hiding places”.

As they filed out with a brief ‘thanks’ he waited til’ the were far far away before slowly rising to thank the man properly, stopping upon seeing his beautiful features.

The flower shop worker had brown hair and blue eyes that seemed like they’d look ethereal in the sunlight, even as they looked at him with skepticism. He also had a well kept beard and mustache, trimmed to perfection. He wore a white shirt with brown pants that hugged his body in every way(deliciously), and on top was a beige apron with a name tag that read John.

Nik found himself smitten, cheeks heating up and mouth opening and closing like a fish. That was until the man— sorry— John had grabbed him by the ear and pulled the giant Russian towards him.

“You get me and my shop into any trouble and I’ll cut you like a rose, understand?”

Oh how Nik loved his voice. Loved how deep and rough it was despite having an odd smoothness to it. Like a rose.

He suddenly felt a pair of sharp gardening scissors at his throat and broke out of his daydreams.

“Understand.”

The scissors left his throat(much to his relief).

As John was getting ready to go to another task, Nik looked around himself for a second before turning back to the Brit.

“Uh- where is your nearest.. uh- mini hotel?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your mini hotels.” Nik says again. “Uhm.. like the smaller hotels that are usually on the side of the road?”

It takes John a second before he realizes and stops himself from laughing at the criminal across from him. Hell, he looked as if he’d skin him alive and use him as fish bait.

“You mean a motel?” He asks with a small smirk, continuing to sweep. “It’s a few minutes away from here near the butcher shop and candy store.”

“Ah, a motel, yes.” Nik nods, trying to appear cool and collected as he gathered what little bearings he had before going to the door. “Uh.. thank you..?”

“John, and you?”

“Nikolai.” He replied, his name rolling off his tongue roughly due to nervousness.

“Nikolai.” John says, and Nik damn near falls out at the way his name rolls off the florists tongue(he wondered what it’d sound like when he was being fucked).

After their brief conversation, Nik makes his trek to the motel and gets a room that’s, albeit, a bit nicer than some of the hotels he’s stayed at throughout his years of running.

He lays down for a bit to settle his nerves and goes to shower, thoughts lingering back to the beautiful florist he’d met just minutes prior to coming here and wonders if he could go back to the shop tomorrow to see him again, if he’d even be there.

Shoot, maybe he’d get to know the man. Know his likes and dislikes, what makes him tick, what got him into the gardening business, things of that nature(and maybe more if he’s lucky).

[rav1377]

Steam and Steamier

Nikolai x fem!reader

tw:comfort w our fav Russian, nasty nasty nasty Nikolai and reader, sweat licking(reader), scent kink(reader), smut, shower sex, uh, kissing, etc. lmk if i miss any!

you sat on the couch, book in hand. a soft tune plays from a radio in the corner. sunlight drifts through the window that overlooks the hanger. Nikolai’s working hard today. he got a bunch of new parts for his helicopter, replacing plenty of pieces, including a blade. he’d been huffing and puffing, lifting and screwing and bolting pieces into place. you stand, stretching your arms over your head. walking over to the square window panes, you see him still working. his flight suits unzipped and tied around his hips, showing off his pudgy skin and muscles in a white tank top. he’s just so handsome, you think, black hair slicked back, pieces falling in his face from sweat. his pale skin sheens as he continues to work.

finally, he takes a break, sitting on the entry door opening. you smile and walk to the kitchen before pouring him a glass of water, then walking down the stairs, through the meeting room, and to the main floor. the sun beats in, relentless. he’s all grimy, covered with sweat, grease, and oil. his tank top is sweat stained as he looks at you approaching, smiling. “spasibo” he says, taking the glass from your sweet hands. he’s downing it in seconds, gulp after gulp, water dripping down his chin and chest. he holds the glass back out and you take it. “almost done?” you ask, brushing damp pieces of hair from his face. he nods before standing inside of the machine. “need to replace some of this wiring and then i will be done.”he says, pulling a panel off the wall. you nod, sitting on the edge of the door. “i can wait on you.” you offer, and he nods. “need something nice to look at.” he says, winking at you before returning to work. you smile and watch him work. he mutters some song in russian underneath his breath and you chuckle. “what’s so funny?” he asks, throwing a glance at you. “you.” you reply. “oh i am funny? you didn’t have to tell me that, i was aware.” he laughs when you giggle more, head buried in your arms.

he finishes up the wire replacement, fingers thoroughly dirtied. taking heavy steps to you, you stand, allowing him to sit and dangle his legs over the edge. he spreads his knees apart and you stand between them, allowing him to wrap his hands around your hips. you press your nose under his chin and dart your tongue out to taste the skin of his neck. he inhales sharply, hands gripping you tighter. you smirk and continue licking the expanse of his neck, sweat, grime, and all. your hands drift up his neck to his damp hair, mussing it as you kiss him. his lips taste like sweat but you don’t care, when have you ever? you lift your leg up to sit on his lap, and he shifts so you have more room to sit. you both still continue to make out , his hands riding up your shirt. you pull away and look down, catching your breath. your eyes flit over his soaked wife beater, over his torso, his chest, and thick shoulders. flicker over his biceps and forearms, over his flight suit and everywhere but his eyes. you like the way he is when he’s like this. all sweaty from a hards day work, smelling like musk and oil grease. you’ve never explicitly brought it up to him though, or asked if you could ever try something. but he’s picked up on your body language. they way you sigh and bury your nose behind his ear when he’s done a long days work. when you kiss and lick his chest, sucking bruises on to him before he’s showered.

“milaya.” Nik whispers, tilting your chin to look at him. “you want to do something?” he asks, still whispering, like he’s trying to not scare you. you nod, fingers fiddling with his gold chain. “i’m yours, milaya.” he whispers, lips leaning to touch yours. you nod, lips pursing as he pulls away. “i-i like the way…”you sigh, ashamed to admit this to your husband. Nik’s there though, rubbing your back. “i like the way you smell, nikky.” you whisper, using the little nickname you have for him. Nik nods, holding your cheek. “i am yours.” he affirms. then you’re on him. helps you take his shirt off, allowing you access to his chest. you press your nose into him, tongue peeking out to take small licks. Nik hardens in his flight suit and he grins, head falling back. how’d he get so lucky. most women would avoid him, leave him because of his unnatural work that pulls him all over, cheat on him, or just be boring. but you, milaya, are none of that. you make him feel like he’s a teenager again, full of life, always wanting him and him alone. things like this simply boost his ego. he could never be disgusted by you or your wants. he feels your nose drift to under his arm, and a small inhale follows. you breathe out over his bicep before kissing the skin there, licking up sweat and grease. finally you seem to have your fill, dragging your mouth back up to his face. he kisses you softly, pecking the sides of your mouth and cheek. Nik rises, holding your ass in his large hands.

“come. let’s go rinse off.” he says, leading you to the apartment. “sure, as long as it isn’t the only thing we do.” you say, leaning into his side. Nik scoffs and looks down at you. “when is it ever?” you know that he’s partially serious, the two of you can’t seem to spend one shower together where you don’t jump on each other like wolves in heat.

as you open the door to the meeting room, Nik’s arms come up around you and he scoops you up bridal style, causing you to squeal. he’s bounding up the stairs and to the bathrooms down the far hall. you’re laughing in his arms, pressing kisses all over his large face. Nik opens the door, plopping you write on the counter sink. he turns, reaching into the shower to turn it on, shutting the glass door behind it. he peels off his shirt, tugging down his flight suit the rest of the way. Nik turns to you but you’re already ahead, yanking off the spaghetti strap top you wear, no bra underneath. your skirt is next, again, no underwear underneath, just the way Nikolai likes it. once you’re both bare he’s opening the door, holding it for you like a gentleman, like you’re not stripped down to nothing. you step in and face him again. you instantly morph to the position you tend to be most comfortable in, Nikolai’s hands cupping your hips, roaming to your ass, your hands on his shoulders or gripping his biceps. you feel his length pressing into your stomach as he kisses you, further turning you on.

hes pushing you back against the wall, nipping at your neck. you opt to run your hands down his chest, curling and brushing over his chest hair. they drift down further as the water runs over you both, and you grasp his member, moving your hand up and down slowly, thumb brushing over his tip, causing a groan. “don’t tease me.”he growls against your temple. you laugh and increase your actions, hand moving quicker. his fingers push your back against the wall before curling in between your legs, playing with you softly. Nik’s beginning to pant, a sign he’s close. your other hand reaches down further and softly massages his balls. he groans, twitching in your hand. “you close, Nikky?”you playfully ask. “don-don’t call me that.” he growls, pressing his head against yours. he doesn’t actually hate the nickname, finds it cute, but he certainly can’t let you know that. he’d never hear the end of it. “mm. fine. please come in my hand, Nikolai.” you murmur. Nik groans, obeying as he spills over your lower stomach. his actions on your clit have long stopped, but he’s not done. he swiftly picks you up like nothing ever happened, pushing you against the wall and lining himself with you. he’s not quite all the way hard but that doesn’t stop him. he pushes in and you buck with each inch. you can never get over just how thick he is. everything about him really. his shoulders and large chest, stomach soft from all the nice meals you feed him. thick and hairy happy trail leading to his length. his large thighs help pin you, even harrier and pudgier. your favorite seat. but right now as he pushes into you, his cock might be the favorite thing about him. it drags on the side of your walls perfectly, making you feel full and satisfied. it kisses that sweet spot inside you with each hard thrust.

Nik’s grasping onto you in a chokehold, unrelenting pace as you mewl, fingers pulling the hair on his nape. he continues to push you closer and your abs throb, coil tensing. your clit pulses and you whine, needing more. “niknikniknik” you chant, pulling onto his hair like a vice. “i know milaya i know.”he grunts, fingers playing with you finally. he’s building you up and up and up. pinching your clit, he captures your lips in his mouth as you gasp. he rubs furiously, and pushes deeper with each thrust. you swear he’s in your womb now and you sob from the pleasure. “you’re too good to me milaya. so so glad i have you.” Nik says, kissing your collar bone. you keen and begin begging, needing release. “please, nikky. lemmecomelemmecomelemmecome.”you whine, trying to grind down on him more. his tip hits your cervix just as his fingers rub over your clit perfectly. “come on then, come on me.” he growls, and you do, hard. gasping and twitching in his arms, it sends him to his own release and he lets out a guttural moan, legs going limp. his knees fall to the ground as your still perched on him, ass flush with his thighs. you stay there until you both come down from your highs, water slipping between the two of you.

you’re the first to move, climbing off of him slowly. reaching up in the ledge, you grab some shampoo, pouring a healthy amount in your hand before scrubbing it into Nikolai’s scalp. he hums pleasantly, eyes closing. you smile, continuing to work until your confident all hair slick, sweat, and grease is out of his thick hair. you push him by the shoulder into the stream and wash it all out, moving onto conditioner. his hair becomes wavy, small curls forming in his hair, winding together. when you finish the conditioner, you grab some soap and his rag, beginning to scrub every inch of him, removing layers of grime and dirt. “thank you milaya.” he whispers when you crouch in front of him to scrub his chest. he’s gazing at you lovingly, eyes lidded as he smirks at you. “anything for my husband.” you reply, kissing his nose. he rises finally, and helps repay the favor, aiding you with your hair and skin routine. the bathroom is fogged up with steam when you step out, wrapping yourself in a fluffy towel. Nik follows, drying his hairy chest off. you walk to the bedroom and pull on a black nightgown, Nik’s favorite. it’s not even sexual, but he loves seeing you in it, the way your curves fit in it and how it flows around your legs. he follows, throwing on a comfortable pair of boxers. “Nikolai don’t you dare brush out that hair.” you growl at him when he picks up a brush. it’s just so soft, and curls up nicely. he relents today, leaving it tangled. walking to the kitchen, you pull out the pasta from earlier that day when you’d meal prepped, and pour it into a pan to reheat.

you sit there, eating alfredo pasta in a hanger in the middle of nowhere. you’re with Nikolai though, and that’s all that matters. he’s truly tired now, and you drag him back to bed after leaving dishes in the sink. the sun is long gone, the stars and moonlight shining through the open hanger door and into the apartment windows. the room is dark though when you push him onto the bed. curling up, he pulls you close, nuzzling his nose into your hair. he’s asleep almost instantly and you smile, hand resting on his big chest. that’s the secret you suppose. a long hard day of work, a warm and big dinner, and a good lay with his wife is all he needs to sleep well at night.

that’s all you need too, you suppose.

[cod-dump]

This could very much be an odd idea but thoughts on Nik not trusting barbers to get his hair or beard right (the word "beard" is used loosely) so he just does it himself, straight razor and all. Eventually Price finds out about this and, being a man of duty, takes it upon himself to take care of his partner. This ends up with Price sitting on Nik's lap with all of Nik's shaving tools laid out and Price sternly telling him to "shut up and sit still" everytime he tries to make a joke about their proximity

Date Night

PriceNik

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Nik won’t cut his hair or shave until he considers it bothersome. And when he does it’s all coming off. And Price hates it. Nik would just take it all off at once and Price wouldn’t even recognize him. They made their current arrangement years ago after Price finally had enough.

Now they had a system. Nik would tell Price when his hair and scruff would be bothering him and Price would quickly arrange a time they could sit down and he would take care of it. Nik liked to consider it date night for them because it was always so tender. The way Price would hold his face and get close? He looked forward to it ever since the first time.

He would get drinks for them (afterwards on Price’s insistence) and order in food. He would have some music lined up that would be soft, something Price liked and enjoys. Nik took date night seriously, especially since it was an opportunity to get Price to relax.

“What did you order this time? Smells amazing,” Food had gotten here sooner than expected, an error on Nik’s part. So now the delicious aroma was haunting them before Price had even started trimming his hair.

“Indian, your favorite.”

Nik made sure to go the extra mile to get food from Price’s favorite place, a whole country away. But nothing was too much for him to get something that’ll make Price’s night. Nik had one of his men go out and get it for him with the promise of giving him enough money to get himself something extra (be it food or something else entirely).

“We’re already married, you don’t have to keep trying to impressing me,” Price joked as he made sure he had everything he needed before he started on Nik’s hair.

“Nonsense, have to make sure you know you made the right choice.”

“Again with the charming.”

Price had turned away, confirming that Nik had him blushing. It was one of Nik’s favorite hobbies and one that he’s only allowed to do behind closed doors. He made Price blush once in front of the boys and that’s all they needed to torment the man for weeks on end. Price hasn’t forgiven him and sworn him from flirting in public. Nik had to play nice to get back the right to be affectionate in the common area again.

“Seeing some silver here.”

Nik almost melted when he felt his husband’s fingers touch his hair, his nails light scraping his scalp as he combed through with his fingers. Nik easily could fall asleep with Price petting his hair, but Price wasn’t allowing him and tugged a strand harshly.

“Sit up straight.”

“Bossy,” Nik teased which immediately earned him another tug. Nik sat up straight and allowed Price to comb through his hair before he started trimming.

Price was surprisingly very good with hair. Nik suspected he started when Ghost was brought home, very traumatized and unable to look himself in the mirror or go out in public. Price had taken it upon himself to help the man keep up with his appearance. Once Ghost gotten better, Price seemed to turn his new skill onto Nik.

“You would make a good living in a hair salon. Just need to get practice with color.”

Price hummed as he cut Nik��s hair, “You offering?”

“Hm, no. I might just keep the grey, remind myself how far I’ve survived.”

Price finished with his hair, now just under his ears. Price gently fluffed his hair, perhaps admiring his work or being affectionate.

“Could get some orange in there.”

Nik snorts, “Orange?”

“Maybe some purple, too.”

“I like Halloween but not that much,” Nik laughed, once again melting against Price’s touch. Price’s laugh was heavenly and Nik couldn’t stop grinning.

Price deemed Nik’s hair acceptable before he went to prepare to shave and trim the scruff on his face. Nik wasn’t as gifted in growing facial hair as Price but it still needed to be maintained to look presentable. Nik was just shaving it all off but Price had mentioned he liked it on him, so it stayed. And now Price tended to it, Nik happily letting him do whatever he wished.

Price used to stand over him to shave and trim the scruff, but they both found that the process was much easier and faster with Price on Nik’s lap.

“Keep your hands to yourself.”

Nik grinned at the warning, “I’m used to you not having so much clothing when you’re like this.”

Price smacked his head with a glare, Nik continuing to grin. Price being so close to his face, holding it and using sharp objects — It was safe to say that he was the only person Nik had ever let get this close. He was one of the only people Nik would ever trust to do this. Price knew that, Nik could tell with how he touched him. How his fingers stroked his cheek, how soft his eyes were.

Price knew how much Nik trusted him, how much he loved him. Moments like this meant so much to them. These moments allowed them to demonstrated how much they meant to the other, how much trust and love they had. Nik had closed his eyes, the ultimate sign of him allowing himself to be completely vulnerable and open to Price. It was a gift, something Price returns fully.

“There,” Price leaned back on Nik’s lap, hands on the man’s shoulders. The movement caused Nik to open his eyes, greeted by Price’s eyes which were full of love, “Much better.”

“Still has handsome as the day we met?” Nik asked, completely at Price’s mercy.

“No. Much more now than ever.”

Nik couldn’t help but laugh, quickly silenced by a kiss to his lips. The kiss was short, Price pulling away and pressing a kiss to his nose before moving up and kissing his forehead. The sweet, simple act made Nik shudder, he had never expected himself to fall so deep for someone.

“Я тебя люблю,” Nik said without thinking, a phrase he has said countless times in his life, and the majority of it was for the man currently on his lap and destroying every wall he has ever built.

“I love you, too.”

There was moment of silence, of them staring into each other’s eyes, before Price pulled away and got off Nik’s lap.

“Go clean up so we can eat. I’m starving.”

Nik laughed and did as he was told. As he strip himself of his clothes and went to shower, he couldn’t help but smile and think about how much he adores these moments.

[on-a-lucky-tide]

teehee its my birthday buuuuuut i am here clawing for nikprice on the ground like a chicken. anyway i wonder how would a nikprice drunk confession go. i just love that trope to death lol

It's your birthday? Happy birthday, mate! A small gift...

Price gets a medal and then gets drunk at the after party. Nik is surprised to hear what he has to say. No one else - and I mean, no one else - is.

cw: alcohol, drunken kiss.

"I hate these bloody things," Price mumbled into his scotch, staring bleary-eyed at his own reflection in the mirror behind the bar. His speech had been short, concise, and he had spent the majority of it talking about the bravery and dedication of his Task Force. The rest of 'em had prattled on for ages about themselves, preening their egos with the new metal on their chests.

"It is a party in your honour, captain. You did a brave thing. And," Nik leaned back to pluck a canapé from the tray of a passing waitress, "there is free food." He pulled the honey-soaked sausage off the cocktail stick and chucked it in the air, catching it in his open mouth, much to the consternation of a gaggle of RAF officers nearby.

None of them were brave enough to let Nikolai see or hear what they thought of him, because they had all heard enough whispers of his service record to steer well clear. Even top brass were scared enough of him to overlook his multiple active Interpol arrest warrants so that he could attend.

Price smiled as Nik chewed, clearly pleased with his feat of dexterity, and then proceeded to slosh his scotch all over himself as he leaned his elbow against the bar... but missed said bar by about an inch and a half. "Bollocks," he growled, as expensive alcohol soaked into the equally expensive wool of his number one uniform.

Nik chuckled, snatching up a handful of serviettes from the bar. "I am starting to think you are a lightweight," he said, swivelling around in his bar stool so that his knees bracketed Price's, a folded serviette pressed to Price's chest to soak out some of the scotch.

"'M not," Price... slurred, fuck, maybe he was. "You wearin' cologne?"

"Da, number one majesté impériale."

"Sounds posh," Price said, lifting his scotch for another swig.

"Hm, it is $215,000 a bottle."

Price choked on his drink, spluttering it back into the glass. "You spent nearly four times my salary on some cologne?" He wheezed.

"It is a special occasion."

"Bloody fucking christ, Nik. It's a medal ceremony, not a bloody coronation."

"It is more important to me," Nik said, "because it is you."

Price felt his cheeks and ears warm. It didn't help that Nik's big hands were still on his chest, careful to pluck away the stray fibres of serviette from where it clung to the damp wool. This close, Price couldn't help but stare.

Fuck, he was so... handsome.

Nik had made an effort to look, and smell, his best. In his expensive tailored three-piece, no tie, because... well, who would be brave enough to tell Nikolai to put on a fuckin' tie? The open top button gave Price a really good view of his chest hair peeking through at the top. Oh, fuckin'... Hot, it was hot in here. Damn uniform.

"Careful, captain, you will fall," Nik said softly, palm pressed to the centre of Price's chest. Price had been leaning forward. Leering. Oh, this was embarrassing. He cleared his throat, shuffled back, and beckoned the barman over for a refill.

Two more glasses, one of vodka and another of scotch, and Price chanced a glance over at Nik again. "Thanks... for, uh, coming to this. The boys like the schmoozin', Simon doesn't stay longer than the talks, don't blame him, but, I, uh..."

"You find it hard to navigate the politics because you are honest and they," Nik waved his hand vaguely around the room, "are not."

Price smiled faintly. "Yeah, guess so. Full of compliments today, Nik. Man might get the wrong idea."

"Or... the right idea."

Price froze with the glass halfway up to his mouth. Even through the drunken dog, he managed to parse the meaning behind that. In payment, however, his brain had decided to bury his entire knowledge of the English language, so all he could do was make a small noise in the back of his throat, which he smothered with a large mouthful of scotch.

Nik hadn't turned in his stool, his knees still spread wide either side of Price's, and Price wanted to shuffle a little closer. He wanted those hands back on his chest, and he wanted... Christ, he just wanted. He had wanted for a long fuckin' time.

"Here," Nik said, sliding a plate of sausages over to Price. "It will absorb some of the scotch."

"Urf, naw, can't stomach that shit..."

"Then we shall go elsewhere."

"Wot?"

"Come, captain. The sergeants left for the clubs ten minutes ago."

"They did? Bastards..."

"Da. I will get your coat."

The fresh evening air hit Price like a sledge hammer to the face, and he was pretty sure he would have fallen in the gutter without Nikolai to lean on. He was intimately aware of the strong arm around his waist, one of his hands clinging onto Nik's expensive wool coat as they staggered into the local Maccy D's for a Big Mac and chicken nugget share box.

Nik paid for it, flashing his most charming smile at the young girl behind the counter as he collected the highly decorated SAS captain from where he was clinging onto a nearby condiments bench for support, takeaway bag in hand.

They ended up sat on a bench by the Thames, dressed to the nines, Nik smelling of thousand dollar cologne as he wolfed down over-salted MacDonald's chips at Price's side, and Price couldn't stop staring at him.

Nik could be anywhere else. Anywhere. He could be partying with the wealthiest men and women in the world, walking among the elite, and yet here he was sitting in London eating shitty fast food with a drunk soldier. He chose Price every time. Every time. Price felt tears prickle at the corners of his eyes. "Nikolai..."

"Da, captain."

"I think I love you."

Nik grinned, huffing a soft chuckle. "Mmhm."

"No, no," Price swiped his beret off, which had somehow managed to cling onto his head while they had staggered through the mean streets of Westminster. "I... I'm serious. I... I love you. Have for, uh," he hiccuped, fucking hiccuped, tried to recover by puffing into his clenched fist, "...have for a while," he squeaked. Oh, fuck, was that indigestion?

Nik put his box of chicken nuggets aside and turned, arm draped over the back of the bench. He slid a gloved hand under Price's chin and turned his head up. Seconds later, they were kissing. Fucking... Nik's fucking lips were on Price's and, and...

Price hiccuped again.

Nik chuckled into his mouth, before drawing away to smooth his thumb through Price's beard. "This is not how I imagined it, but it is... somehow, right."

Price's face was bright red, he could feel it burning, and his eyes were wide. "You, uh... You..."

"For many, many years, solnyshko."

"We've... that's a... a long time." Price said softly.

"I am a patient man. And you are worth waiting for."

After that, Price didn't really recall much. The MacDonald's hit the deck and Price climbed Nikolai like a bloody tree. They ended up in his hotel room, with Nik's expensive suit and Price's (honestly, perhaps slightly less) expensive uniform on the floor. It might have gone further than boyish fumbling if Price hadn't fallen asleep face down in the pillows after saying he didn't want to take advantage of Nik in his current state. Nik had chuckled at that and laid down next to him, stroking his hair.

Price woke up in the morning with a sore head and a dry mouth, and found Nik sitting by the open window in a hotel dressing gown. "Nik, did I..."

"Nyet, captain. You were an absolute gentleman." Nik put the newspaper aside and took his glasses off, delivering the waiting pint of water and aspirin to Prices hands. "Do you... remember what you said?"

Price's cheeks reddened. "Yeah, look, I'll understand if--"

He didn't get to finish. Nik kissed him squarely on his stupid mouth, stroking a big palm through his hair. When he drew back, he hummed softly. "Drink that and then we will go to breakfast," he said, walking away. Price couldn't help but stare as the dressing gown slid down his broad back, revealing a full arse framed in black boxers. "And brush your teeth."

Price downed the water and staggered from beneath the duvet. He was ready to head down within ten minutes, desperate for a strong coffee and a greasy sarnie. Unfortunately, the rest of his task force, Los Vaqueros, Chimera, Laswell and a handful of her agents happened to be in the dining room already.

"Eyy, there he is!" Gaz called, toasting his mug of coffee.

Soap looked round, glanced at Nik and then back at Price. "Fuckin' finally."

Laswell rested her chin on her palm. "Bagged your man then, Nik. Well done."

Price blinked, squinting in the bright morning light. "So you all--"

Simon walked past, his plate heaped with bacon and eggs, and shoved a coffee into his captain's hand before patting his shoulder. "Yeah. Everyone did 'cept you."

Price looked at Nik for help, only to receive a shrug and a quirked eyebrow before Nik wandered off to the buffet.

"Bloody bastards," Price muttered, glancing at each triumphant face, thumbs up and smirk, before slumping into a nearby chair. Bloody. Bastards