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Hi!! Im back (Same anon who requested the soft!dom Nikolai), hope your day/night is going well ^^. Okay, for the life of me I cannot stop thinking about Nikolai with a virgin reader, and every time I do it makes me go crazy 😩😩 like, he already knew about the fact she’d never been with anybody intimately and he couldn’t care one bit, simply content with just kissing and cuddling, even being around her. However, one night the reader comes to him and says she’s ready to lose it, and Nikolai couldn’t be more excited. Honestly feel like he’d be nervous, not wanting to hurt her, even as he’s slowly opening her up with his fingers and she’s moaning, or when she’s begging for him to put it in already as he shush’s her and tells her to be patient.

Ultimately I think I’d be the softest experience ever, and he’d be nothing but gentle and attentive to her, do you think you could write something like this?? (Sorry for it being long again omg but I had sm to say 😭) and obv take ur time <33 🫶🏽

I'm so obsessed with your soft dom Nik thoughts anon like you have absolutely no idea. They wrack around in my brain like a pinball machine. I can't explain it to you any better than that, and I absolutely adore it.

PAIRING f!virgin!reader x Nikolai RATING R - Restricted [ Content warnings: 18+ mdni, soft dom!Nikolai, fingering, soft sex ]

He definately wouldn't care whether or not you're a virgin. To him, it isn't something that really matters much to him. If anything, when considering the act itself, it almost brings up, like you said, a sense of nervousness or anxiety to him in the fear that could possibly come with hurting you.

He isn't a small man, after all. In all aspects.

But when you come to him one night when he's lying down on the couch, spread out comfortably and ready to watch a movie with you, hearing you whine and keen out to him about how you need him... who is he to deny you? You - his sweet, precious, beautiful girl, needing to be taken care of.

That's his job as your boyfriend, after all. Is it not?

He brings you onto his lap, hands on your hips gently kneading the flesh of your thighs, keeping it simple at first as he kisses along your skin, slow and calculated, ensuring he lavishes all the attention he can possibly give to you. To worship and adore you in all of the ways that you deserve.

Hot, heavy, messy kisses, nothing short of tongue and teeth. Sloppy. Wandering hands that grab and grope, your flesh spilling out between the gaps of his fingers. Uneven, shaky, gasping breaths from the both of you, so desperate for more, yet equally trying to keep the situation controlled.

But you need more. And he gives it to you.

He switches your positions a bit, making you lay with your back to his chest, one of his big, warm hands shimmying itself beneath the waistband of those pretty, loose shorts that you had been wearing, two fingers gently teasing around your sex.

You're so fuckin' wet and it drives him absolutely crazy.

He'd use two of his fingers to spread your folds apart, his chin resting on your shoulder as he listens to all of the pretty sounds you make as he teases your cunt. Even with two separate layers of fabric separating your pussy from the open air, both of you can still hear just how wet you are.

One of his fingers is about as thick as two of your own, after all, so after long minutes of waiting, even one of his fingers makes you cry and whimper. And fuck, the way he just explores your insides, all slow and calculating, and then, when you're ready, sinking another finger into your drooling pussy.

Nik's singing you praises all the while, too. Pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as your head falls back onto him, whispering about how warm you are, how you're making such a good mess of his hands, how nice you sound, how you look fucking gorgeous falling apart because of him when he's barely even do anything.

You can feel him getting hard under you, too. Especially with the way his free hand presses down on your lower tummy, molding you into him as he slowly finger fucks you until you practically have tears in your eyes. As loving and caring as he's being, he's going so fucking slow, never giving you enough to be able to cum.

Whimper and whine all you want, but he's exploring your pussy! He wants to make sure he knows how every inch of your insides feel, the way your slick drips down his wrist, the little squeezes you make around his fingers. Let a man have his fun. :(

"Patience, апушка (sweetheart)."

He stresses, tutting you softly as you beg for him to go faster, for him to make you cum, and for him to just fuck you already. It's like he's patronizing you, almost - but the honey coating his voice is too similar to a siren's call, and it simply encourages you to listen.

And oh, is it worth it.

Nikolai is a man of many talents, but making you cum in record time and with such accuracy and precision is, in your humble opinion, his most impressive one.

He moves his arm that holds that hand that was inside of you under your leg, his other moving down to your clit as he presses you into him - even if you thrash, it won't stop him - as he just abuses that poor little pussy of yours, fucking his fingers in and out of you with one hand, curling them against and targeting that spot that makes it hurt to breathe while his other slaps and rubs your clit until you're seizing.

He makes you cum so hard you swear on you forget how to breath properly, cries so high pitched you can't even hear them, drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth, foot cramping, sweat coating every inch of your body.

Every sensation is just too overwhelming but gods, does it feel good.

That's why it almost pisses you off when he asks if he went too far and if you're okay, helping bring you back down to Earth with gentle kisses and a concerned voice. He brings his hands away from your sensitive pussy (not before licking his hands clean and almost cumming from the taste), tracing gentle figures across your skin as he waits for you.

He's so worried that, even from fingering you, he might have hurt you in some way. Even when you reassure him that you're okay and that's the hardest you ever came and that you still want more, he's so worried and hesitant even if he doesn't outwardly show it. You're his girl, and he'd never want to hurt you. :(

Beg him a little more and a little harder, though, and he'll cave. After all, he still hasn't taken care of his own arousal, his cock so hard he swears to himself that it hurts, and you're pussy is all stretched out and wet and waiting for him, right? And you still want his cock to fill you up, right?

And he does just that. He pulls his cock out from his own joggers that he had been wearing, shimmying them down just enough as he pushes the fabric of your shorts to the side. And fuck, the way you're drooling from your little hole has him weak - even seeing your pussy has him on the brink.

He's so cocky and smug all of the time, so he can't help himself than to be a bit of a tease, tracing his tip along the outside of your pussy, tapping it against your clit and tracing it down towards your hole, never pushing in, just having his fun. But even he can't take it for long, having to bite his lip and just go for it.

He's so careful, distracting you with a hot and heavy make-out session, hands at your hips, gently massaging them as he sinks you down onto his cock inch by inch. Not only is his cock thick, but it's so big that even a few inches in has you whining and needing a rest before he tries to keep going.

"So good for me... doing such a good job, yeah? Look at you. Look at how well you take me."

He's talking to himself and he knows it, but he doesn't care. Not when you're so warm and wet and willing to take him.

When it comes to him actually fucking you, he takes his time - similar and different to earlier. His fingers are different from his dick, obviously, so now he's especially careful and considerate about your comfort - always checking in, always making sure you're okay and that you're feeling good as he bounces you up and down on himself.

Have you ever heard that thing that guys will avoid looking at you and do things like a times table in their head to stop themself from cumming so quick? No? Yes? Whatever the case, lucky for you, that isn't Nik.

He's so obsessed with the facial expressions you're making, the sounds that are coming out past (both of) your lips that his own climax climbs up with such suddenness and force, slamming into him as he does you.

A broken curse in Russian falls from his tongue as he can't help himself, his balls emptying out into you without warning, the faintest whimper coming from him as he fucks himself into overstimulation just to make you cum. :( He doesn't care how sensitive he is, he just wants to see you fall apart.

And just... ugh. Aftercare king >>>

He makes sure you're comfortable and gets you all cleaned up (even though he himself has trouble walking from how hard he came), bring you some water and some pain killers and something to eat if you ask, and makes sure you get all the praise and love you could ever ask for. <3

#nikolai x reader #nik x reader #cod nikolai x reader #nikolai cod x reader #cod x reader #call of duty x reader

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ohworm-writes · 2 months

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「✰」 ━━ ARRANGEMENTS

PAIRING Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem!reader

RATING PG-13 - Parents strongly cautioned [ Content warnings: light cursing, brief references to sex, situationship, heavy fluff ]

SYNOPSIS My submission for @bunnyreaper's Valentine's Day event for @ivymarquis. So sorry for it being late, but I really hope that you end up enjoying it. Here's to hoping that your day is spent with the love and adoration that you deserve, Ivy.

WORD COUNT 1.1k

Simon Riley is, contrary to popular belief, not a difficult man to love. Maybe love is too strong and too heavy of a word to use only a few months into whatever situationship that's been established between the two of you, but it rings true nonetheless.

He's gone away for weeks and months a time, outwardly shows himself as a cold and calloused man, keeps his emotions under lock and key (and concrete walls, chained up, locked in a box on the ocean of the floor).

But, at the same time, that makes him all the easier to love.

Learning the little quirks about him, the things he enjoys outside of his work, the little excerpts he has from his past that make him human, the hobbies he takes part in, the simple and extravagant things that enjoys.

The way his eyes squint when he smiles genuinely, the way he cocks his head and keeps his eyes solely on you when you talk, the way he whispers curses under his breath each and every time he touches you, feels you, tastes you.

All of it. They're all simple qualities and characteristics that make him him, and they're what you love.

Although, as easy as he is to love for you, he falls short in actually expressing his own adoration. It's not to say that he doesn't at all or that he refuses to or anything of the like, but rather he isn't exactly sure what actions to do that would land him in your favor.

The two of you haven't put any label on what you are yet. Friends with benefits? Consistent hookup partners? Neither of you have ever called one other lovers, partners, boyfriend, girlfriend, or anything of the like, so saying you love him and the he loves you seems to be a stretch.

Is it, though?

You know you love him in evert facet, and he knows he feels the same about you, but bringing up those words of "what are we" get lost on both of your tongues, caught in the back of your throats with a sudden gasp, hesitation, and a shake of the head.

But with a day dedicated to love, even if he's never said he loves you (yet), Simon Riley, a man who knows comfort in the grip of gun more intimately than another human, decides his time would be best spent... here.

Within the walls of your kitchen in the early hours of the morning, fingers slotted into the holes of scissors as he makes diagonal cuts against the stems of flowers, eyebrows furrowed as he silently glares at the offending plants, frustrating himself with organizing them into a way that appeases him.

You've never told him what flowers you like, so he had to take his own guess when it came to choosing. White hydrangeas, white carnations, pinkish-red miniature roses, foliage to accent. To him, the assortment looked... nice.

He can only hope you'll share the same sentiment.

He's never been a romantic, per se. Hopeless at times, maybe, but never to the point where he himself or his actions made that word ring true in the phrase "hopeless romantic". Though, maybe that changes with your spot in his life seeming so conrete.

The waste from the flowers fall onto the counter with gentle thuds, the green snippets covering the surface along with leaves and flowers he deemed not suitable enough for the arrangement he's creating.

There's certainly a method to his madness.

Once he's completed cutting off the ends, ensuring all of the different plants are to the same height, he puts his focus on actually sorting and arranging all of the flowers and foliage together in a way that's appeasing to the eye.

He... certainly tries.

The finished product is a bit messier than he knows, with the different plants stuffed into the vase with no real rhyme or reasoning, but it's more the thought of his actions that matter rather than the actual factor of visual appeal.

(It still matters, yes, but let's not bruise the poor man's ego when he's working so hard to appease you.)

As he lumbers around the kitchen, mumbling soft words under his breath, dressed in a pair of loose plaid sleep pants and a gray tee, barefoot, feet padding against the hardwood, your own footsteps reach his ears, so much softer than his.

"Si?"

Your tired voice calls out to him, his name laced within a yawn, the sight of you, hair messed and tousled, hands gently rubbing at your eyes, gracing his vision. His eyes soften, that scowl and glare he had on moments ago lost within a moment at the sight of you.

"Mornin'."

He greets gruffly, leaning back against the countertop, fingers gently drumming against his shoulder as he crosses his arms tightly, anxiously waiting your reaction. And as you drop your hands, eyes landing on his face before quickly shifting to the bouquet, your heart stops.

Your lips part, jaw slackened slightly, breath catching in your throat.

"Is this...?"

"For you."

He finishes before you can even ask, giving a curt nod.

And oh, the wide, giddy, childish smile that spreads out across your lips is all he ever hoped for in response. Sleepy eyes crinkled in delight, bottom lip between your teeth as your grin so shamelessly, approaching the assortment tentatively, as if your footsteps alone would disrupt their chaotic beauty.

"You didn't have to."

The words pass through your lips, bordering on shyness, as if you can't even believe he'd go through the effort of doing something so simple for you.

"I didn't, but I did."

He muses, voice lightly laced with humor. You roll your eyes softly, but don't move to say anything more on the matter for the moment, eyes getting lost in the petals and leaves as you truly appreciate what he's taken the time to craft for you.

There's a long moment of comfortable silence that stretches between the two of you, disrupted only by the sound of the world beginning to wake up beyond the window of your kitchen, lights beginning to flicker on.

"It might help if you added water to the vase, though."

You hum, giggles passing your lips and floating into the air as you hear him mumble out a whispered 'fuck' under his breath, grumbling to himself as he takes the vase over to the sink.

He loves the banter, as do you.

He loves you, and you feel the same.

The words need to be said aloud, for a confirmation of feelings to be made and for this stupid situationship you have going on to turn into something concrete. You both want it. But, for now, even on a day dedicated to the word, it doesn't need to be said aloud for the feeling to be felt.

#call of duty x reader #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader

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ohworm-writes · 3 months

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single mom x price; PART 1; the beginnings

A/N: first piece with john; longer one, but here we are i guess?? it's supposed to be an oneshot/short piece, but i'm impatient<3

You want to kick something.

Preferably, someone. The employee that decided to put the cereal on the highest shelf in the grocery store might seem like a good idea. Or, maybe you should kick the entire company because they’re responsible for the placement? You don’t know how it works. Honestly, you don’t even want to know, all you want to do is kick. And scream. And silence your kid, tugging nervously at your dress that’s already a mess because you didn’t have time to iron it correctly.

A skill issue, someone would say. You’d say, the life of a single mother who doesn’t have a time for everything.

On days like these, you can’t help but look back at your mother’s words—about the necessity of having a man. Decent one, maybe not perfect, but decent. The kind of man that would go grocery shopping with or without you, who would play with his kid when you’re too tired to do that. Someone who would make you feel a bit safe in this whole mess that’s out there, someone who would listen to your rambles after your kid is asleep and you just want a bit of comfort.

Instead, you usually spend your evening over work or in front of TV, watching some romcoms with a glass of wine. Supposedly, they were supposed to help you, but in the end, they made you more sad.

A perfect husband would kick the company on his own for putting cereal this high, for his wife’s behalf. Decent one would just be there to grab that box for you.

You’d kill for anyone at a low point like this one, but you make no effort to go out of that protective shell. Scared of whatever could come at you and your kid, it’s wiser to just be alone. Safer, at least.

Irritation floods all over you; one more tug from your son and you swear to God that you’re gonna do something you’re gonna regret instantly. So, like it’s supposed to help, you curse under your breath, massaging your temples, as you think of a possible solution.

It’s balancing on losing your shit, but also thinking that it's hilarious that cereal is your enemy no.1 at this point. Your height isn’t really helping the case at any point, nor climbing the shelves because this damn thing is pushed to the back, so you’re not gonna get it nonetheless. You could pick up your son, so he’ll grab it, but he refuses to do it, even if he wants it. Desperately.

Maybe you’d actually ignore his plea, but he’s very loud about it, whining about how he hasn’t gotten anything in months. Doesn’t matter that you bought him something yesterday, he sees the time differently. The chocolate bunny, looking at you right from the cover of the box, probably thinks you’re pathetic. You think it too, but you’re anyway one step from serious war with him.

It’s hard to understand why your kid needs this. The cereal you just picked isn't really different in flavor; it just has a different package, less kid attracting. God forbid you’re gonna try to tell this to your son—he just wants that bunnies one and won’t stop complaining until you’re gonna get them. He bounces on your nerves, easily making this trip to shop a lesson for you, how to manage to keep calm, even if your kid is throwing a tantrum in a public space.

And you really want to end your shopping without causing a whole ass drama involving your kid and the owner of the grocery shop, like last time when—

“—need?”

Your head snaps in the direction of an unfamiliar voice. Great, you think. You finally got someone to watch the scene. A real human, not a chocolate bunny from the box.

You have to look up a little to face the man’s eyes—he’s significantly taller than you. Bigger, too, you quickly note. “Excuse me?”

“I asked which box do you need. Saw you got some problems here,“ he explains, a small smile on his lips. Kind. He probably didn’t see the earlier argument with your kid, or he decided not to judge you for that. Which, all in all, is good.

“Oh. I— the bunny one,” you choke out, embarrassed. It seems like the chocolate bunny defeated you completely, since a stranger has to help you. Hot stranger, you can’t help but think, when he reaches out for the box. His arms are even bigger right now, bent like that, making you wonder what he trains to look like a man straight out of a movie.

When he hands you cereal, you almost forget to say something, too busy looking into his eyes. Blue, warm like a sea in the middle of the summer, when the water is perfect to lose yourself in. “Thanks. Fought with it too long, I assume? Sorry for the trouble.”

“Not a problem,” he says, warmly. Everything about him seems warm—his gaze, casually switching between you and your son, now hiding behind you, cautious. You almost want to apologize for it, but you know you taught him well with this. He didn’t see this man before, he needs to know him before he’s gonna get comfortable. “Neighbors have to help each other, am I right?”

“Neighbor?” you ask; maybe too shocked, maybe too quickly because he’s raising an eyebrow, and you suddenly have panic crippling in you. Have you been rude? It’s not a great way to start a relationship with your neighbor. “I’m so rude. I’m sorry, I just—”

“—No need for sorry. Haven’t been around for long to remember me,” he chuckles, easing your nerves with his attitude. “John Price,” he says. His eyes crinkle in the corners, when his smile widens, welcoming, like he knows what you’re feeling deep down. “Your neighbor.”

When you’re introducing you and your son, a small family, something clicks in your mind and your eyes widen a little at a realization.

You know him. Of course you do, it's almost impossible not to, in a small neighborhood like yours, but in the first moment, you couldn’t just put him anywhere, too caught up with other stuff, present stuff.

Well, maybe you don’t exactly know-know him, but you’ve heard of him. Multiple times.

John is the newest member of the town, and at the same time, the most interesting one for everyone. Not like it’s something strange. Everyone is curious about new people, their stories, what exactly brought them here—a place mostly known for tourists, nothing else. There’s literally nothing interesting about your town off-season (winter, in this case) and he’s here in spring. Dead time.

The only knowledge you have about him is from town gossip. Climate is different around here; everyone knows everyone, their secrets, who’s friends with whom, it’s literally impossible to keep something to yourself. Everything spreads so fast, there’s no need for the internet or daily newspaper to know what is happening; either in the country, or just here, in town.

You just need to go to the grocery store.

It wasn’t surprising when a month ago, he was on everyone’s lips. Why he’s here, if he has a wife, maybe a kid. There were plenty of people interested in his status, sharpening their teeth on a potential bachelor to snatch from everyone. Fresh meat, as Samantha (one of the cashiers in the grocery store) said.

People didn’t know shit since he wasn’t really around, nor attended the community meeting, so he still is a main topic here, your town. Maybe that’s the part of the reason why you forgot about him—you want to stay out of the spotlight. You just want your life to be calm, unproblematic. It’s enough that you’re the main topic around mothers, as you’re a single one and they constantly are trying to get you with someone on a date.

Talking to them that you don’t need one to be happy is like talking to a wall. Nothing will come through, no matter how hard you try.

“Really nice to meet you, John.” You smile, glancing at your kid, waving right now to Price; man waves back and your kid seems satisfied with that, as he no longer hides behind you, but looks at him with more and more curiosity. “Thanks again for the help. Take care,” you say, as you take a few steps forward, ready to quit the conversation with him.

"You know about this… meeting? Apparently the whole neighborhood is supposed to be here." You hear him, loud and clear.

"Some basic stuff. You know, what is needed in our town, if there's trouble with something, what’s coming up. Nothing too fancy.” You shrug. You've attended too many of them to treat them more seriously; mostly, it’s a place to gossip about things. “Just don’t sit next to Reina and you’ll be good.”

He raises an eyebrow, presumably confused. It’s funny to watch, since he doesn’t know the neighborhood like you do. Doesn’t know the details of this town, and who to avoid, who is a good friend. It’s all calculations for you at this point; you’re definitely willing to share. “Reina?”

“Older lady,” you explain. “She always wears big hats, dresses like she’s about to attend a ball or something. She’s not gonna let you live.”

“Not gonna let me live?”

“You’re new. Simple as that, fresh meat out here to anyone. They’re hooked.” Words flow out of your mouth before you think about them; you know you’re fucked when John smirks with corner of his lips.

“Appreciate the honesty.” You glance up at him, seeing how he grins, widely. “Are you, though?”

“I am,” you mutter to yourself; automatically. You do not acknowledge the fact that he might hear this.

The moment he looks at you with a glint in his eyes, you know that he heard this one. A breathy laugh escapes your mouth, supposed to help your situation, draw his attention off your words. A false hope, though. “You’ll get used to this fame. Anyway. It was nice to meet you, John.”

“If you’re hooked maybe we’ll grab a coffee sometime, then?” he raises his voice, probably for you to hear him better from a distance.

You start walking faster. “Sometime!” you respond in the same tone—you know that sometime is gonna be hard to coordinate, but he does not need to know that.

On your way back home, it’s impossible to not look in the direction of John’s house. You give it a better glance when you’re outside, trying to get all of your groceries in one go, when your kid plays inside with his toys.

It’s hard to imagine a better house for him. Wooden, not typical for your neighborhood—more for cabins far, far in the forest—but somehow it fits here. There’s not a lot going on outside; right next to the door there’s a simple rocking chair, but that’s it.

Somehow, it fits him. Simplicity, efficiency; he doesn’t look like a guy that would own something that he wouldn’t use. You’re more curious what it’s like inside, since from a simple conversation with him, you have a feeling it would give you more information about his character; you bet it’s furnished cozy. Leathered couch in the living room, armchair, maybe a few rugs there and there, everything he needs.

Houses are always the epitome of an owner's personality.

What is even more interesting; why this one. It’s big enough for one family, but for one man? Enormous, he has to feel lonely here—if he is lonely, by any means. You wonder what he has in here, or what has gotten into him to buy this exact house, since there’s a lot of smaller ones in this town.

Not like you’re gonna ask him that, but you’d like to know. Out of a simple curiosity, why this one.

After the encounter in the grocery store, you see him around more than you did before; unconsciously, you kind of start looking for John Price, even if you see it as him being “everywhere”. Your eyes linger around his house more, you pay attention to your surroundings. Talks with your neighbors aren’t the same either, considering now you listen to them more, even if they gossip—maybe especially when they are, though. Their opinions, observations, allows you to see more before you’ll reach out.

Eventually. Because you’re still not really convinced if you should do it, though.

You learn from Janice that he’s the perfect neighbor type, always helpful if you need him—the other day, he helped an older lady with her doorstep, repairing it immediately. Spent half of his day on his knees, toolbox right next to him and didn’t even want anything in return too, which your friend emphasized several times in the conversation.

You pretend not to notice the urgent look in her eyes. She’s always trying to get you with someone, while you don’t need it.

Or, you are just straight up lying about it; you’re not sure yourself.

#I AM LOSING MY FUCKING MIND #GODS ABOVE #Not only do single parent troupes have me in a chokehold #But John MOTHER FUCKING (pun intended) Price #Also the fucking humor in this sent me #Like I enjoyed this so fucking much oh my gods Isa #I need this fic to be injected into my brain #I’m just #🧎🧎🧎#Help

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ohworm-writes · 3 months

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just you, me and my boyfriend — john price x f!reader x nikolai. | ao3

synopsis — the couple visiting your bar decide to take you to their apartment for the night.

cw — nsfw 18+, threesome fmm, established nikprice, references to unwanted attention by gross men, alcohol consumption, mentioned size differenfe, soft!nikolai and soft!price, reader is just lonely honestly, there are like two google translated russian words i got scared to do more, breasts play, cunnilingus, fingering, throat-fucking, p in v, missionary, domesticity, lots of praises they are sick. [4.8k words]

notes — for the nikprice anon!! the lack of nikprice x reader is literally a crime i needed to do something. if you notice that it's rushed at the end, no you don't.

Cheap alcohol, an unpleasant bar, people who were just wasting their time drinking away — you knew you really didn’t belong here.

Well, this was better than nothing, you supposed. The money helped you pay some bills at least. You just had to somehow tolerate all these weird people that flooded this bar every night, eyeing you up and down as if you were nothing but some piece of meat begging to be devoured by them.

The thought made you feel disgusted, your hand tightening around the glass you were cleaning, all the noises around you too blurred out and distant until a gentle yet loud knock on the wooden counter snapped you out of your attention.

“You listenin’, love?” A warm, gruff voice caused you to look up from the glass in your hands and onto the owner of the voice. He had a patient smile on his lips, the faint glimmer of blue visible under the dim lights of the bar, a beanie neatly placed on his head, brown beard adorning his face making your fingers suddenly itch to caress the little curly hair curiously, feel the texture as they glide through your skin.

Get a hold of yourself, you sternly reminded yourself before clearing your throat.

“Sorry, I was uh… yeah. Anyways, what would you want?” You asked in a polite voice, feeling embarrassed due to having lost your attention in front of a damn customer.

“Two glasses of bourbon.” The man behind the man with the beanie said in a powerful, enthusiastic voice with a strong accent lacing his words — seemingly bigger than the one in front of him in every way, a goofy yet sweet smile playing on his lips, those black hair reaching below his jaw.

Now that you think of it, these two men are huge. What do they even do? Your first assumption was that they were some gym-crazed maniacs.

“Coming right up.” You tried to not gawk at them too much and turned around, pouring bourbon into the tiny glasses alongside the cubes of ice before handing each to those two men.

“Thank you.” The guy with the beanie gave you a soft smile before both of them turned around, finding themselves a table a bit far.

You couldn’t help but stare at those two men throughout your shift, noticing how close they seemed — tender touches here and there, warm laughter booming, eyes full of fondness. That one little peck the man with a beanie stole from the other confirmed your suspicions of them having something going on.

They were definitely in love, very much so. You knew it, you could feel it radiating off them, making you feel sick in a good way.

It was probably a feeling of longing, your heart skipping a beat. There was no denying the fact that you were lonely, working and trying to finish all your chores everyday didn’t leave much time for you to take care of yourself and try to pursue love. Had you given up? Not really. Just unsure about the whole thing.

You let your eyes drift away, getting lost in your thoughts once more while trying to ignore the exhaustion clinging onto every inch of your brain, blinking your eyes a bit.

“Hey.” The familiar gruff voice interrupted your train of thoughts once more, your eyes looking up to meet those warm blue eyes . The beanie man. When did he even walk up here?

“Hi…” You replied, not knowing why your voice sounded so shy, your eyes averting from that soft gaze of his that made your heart ache for whatever reason.

“Two more glasses for us, love. The same as before.” You nodded at his words and turned around to get some more bourbon for him and his partner.

The man watched you intently, fingers gently drumming against the wooden countertop, the sound somewhat soothing amidst the loud overwhelming banter going around the bar.

Your eyes glanced back at him while you poured the bourbon into the small glasses, catching him already looking at you. A small smile twitched on your lips as you gently passed him the glasses, clearing your throat. Might as well just ask his name.

“So… what’s your name?” You asked sheepishly, a sudden wave of self consciousness hitting you when you saw the little raise of his brows, though that feeling disappeared as soon as he smiled.

“Name’s John. And that man over there’s Nikolai.”

You nodded, introducing yourself too, their names swirling in your head. John. Nikolai.

Maybe it was the fact that they were so decent in comparison to all the other customers here, a breath of fresh air indeed, and that made you want to talk to them more. The odd sense of safety engulfed you, and you found yourself smiling, propping your elbows up on the counter.

“Always this tense, huh?” John chuckled under his breath, earning an embarrassed huff from you.

“No… Just a tiring day.” You lied, nibbling your inner cheek.

“Crappy place to work at. Can’t blame you.” He shrugged, not hiding the bluntness lacing his tone. You couldn’t help but giggle softly, unable to hide that you actually liked how he didn’t try sugar-coating this situation.

“Are you and your friend new around here?” You asked curiously.

“Not a friend.” His eyes drifted over to Nikolai who was still seated in his seat, before back at you. “And not really. We have visited this town a couple of times, just never really had enough time to visit a bar.” He was strangely vague, though you decided not to comment on it.

“Nice…” You trailed off, silence falling in between you two while your fingers mindlessly twirled with the hem of your shirt, looking over at the clock. Not too long before your shift ends.

John paused for a while and you could catch a faint twinkle in his eyes as he leaned forward, his hand reaching out to gently brush a fallen eyelash on your cheek that you hadn’t even realised was there.

“Are you free after your shift ends?” It was almost as if he read your mind, his question causing blood to rush to your cheeks as you silently nodded.

“Good. Nikolai and I were talkin’ ‘bout you earlier, really want to hang out with you. You can find us outside after your shift ends, alright? Or just ignore us, your choice.” And with that, he turned around and walked back over to Nikolai, leaving you behind as you stood there with a surprised expression adorning your face, confusion flooding your head.

What the fuck?

The night was cold, cool air gently caressed your skin once you stepped out of the bar through the exit, shivering slightly while hugging the jacket you had tighter around you.

Both John and Nikolai were right there at the corner, the latter having seen you first since he enthusiastically waved at you. “Look who’s here!”

The fact that Nikolai genuinely seemed so happy to see you made you pause in your tracks momentarily before continuing again, the sudden warmth growing on your cheeks contradicting the chilly weather. Or maybe he was always like this with everyone, who knows.

“H-Hi…” You were unable to hold in the stutter as you approached those two, once more getting hit with the realisation that they were much taller than you, your breath hitching.

“Oh, hey love.” John gave you a warm smile, noticing the way your fingers clung onto your jacket tightly.

“We shouldn’t let a lady stand in the cold for too long, Price.” Nikolai chuckled under his breath, those large hands of his finding yours and gently tugging you along. Price? You assumed that was John’s last name, your hands freezing for a while before wrapping around Nikolai’s, letting him drag you towards a car parked across the street.

“You guys… Are you guys kidnapping me?” You timidly asked, somewhat serious about your question too. Like, come on, two men you just met tonight now taking you over to their car? Classic.

“Huh? No!” Nikolai shook his head in amusement and opened the door of the back seat for you, watching you sit down inside the warm car. “Just want to hang out with you, ангел. You looked so lonely there, we couldn’t help ourselves. We want to get to know you more, only if you’ll allow it.” His accented voice spoke reassuringly, earning a slow nod from you, still confused and a bit unsure.

“Heh, I don’t mind that. But… Why me?” You asked quietly, scooting to the side as Nikolai sat besides you on the back seat, John walking up front and hopping into the driver’s seat of the car, starting the engine.

“Just told you.” Nikolai teased you, his finger playfully poking your side. “Tell us more about yourself, darling.”

And you did — you rambled on and on about some random events and things in your life throughout the car drive. John silently listened to you whereas Nikolai occasionally joined in, telling his own experiences and some jokes, laughs filling up the car. You felt warm, as if you belonged here. Both of them were far from judging, smiling and commenting on all your quirks.

But then you remembered that those two were most likely together, and being too shy to ask, you just tried to not get attached to any of them due to the fear of not wanting to interfere.

But again, they had invited you to hang out. Some company wouldn’t hurt, right?

While talking, you felt Nikolai’s hand gently sliding from your arm and down to your thigh, your leg jolting a bit at the touch as you looked at him, only to find him smiling at you tenderly, his other hand cupping the side of your face.

“Keep talking, angel. Your voice’s so lovely.” His deep voice made your head all fuzzy, your lips parting slightly once his thumb brushed against your lower lip. “Isn’t that right, Price?”

“Yeah.” John nodded, eyes fixated on the road ahead, a subtle smile visible on his lips.

They both had taken you to their shared apartment, your eyes watching him unlock the door while Nikolai stood behind you almost protectively, giving you a gentle nudge inside once the door was opened.

The interior was quite simple, a sudden domestic feeling settling deep within you though you quickly pushed those comforting thoughts away, making yourself comfortable on the couch.

“Drinks?” John asked. You shook your head, your right leg bouncing up and down in a restless manner.

Nikolai soon took a seat beside you while John took one on your other side, making you feel so small in between these big men. You could even smell their scents at this proximity — both musky, John have an additional touch of some soft cologne too whereas Nikolai probably didn’t put anything on him. Their scents were enough to make your insides heat up, heart skipping a bit as you nibbled on your bottom lip and looked down at your lap.

“Do you want to hear something funny?” Nikolai asked, that usual sweet grin adorning, earning a nod from you.

He told you about his ‘missions’ with John, being awfully vague though making sure to tell you about all the little silly mistakes that had you three cracking up. For the most part, you didn’t understand the humour at all but seeing both of these two laughing made you giggle as well.

“You guys seem to have lots of fun together.” You mumbled after a while, feeling way more relaxed now as you leaned back into the couch, your eyes drifting over at John who was looking at you with a sweet smile, eyes squinted. It was actually adorable, almost making you want to bite his cheeks.

“Work’s not always fun.” He shrugged his shoulders, sending a brief glance at Nikolai before looking back at you, leaning a bit forward. “But I suppose the same can be said for you too, yeah?”

“Yeah…” Your throat felt a little bit too dry, blood rushing to your cheeks all over again once John leaned forward, your eyes meeting his blue ones. You swallowed dryly, leaning back a bit before your back gently pressed into the expanse of Nikolai’s chest. It was comforting in a way, you could feel the heat radiating off him and engulfing you like a warm blanket — soothing you in midst of the monotony lingering in your life.

You let yourself be a little selfish and gently leaned into Nikolai’s chest some more, shuddering once you felt his hands coming down to gently hold your face. Your eyes were fixated on John, feeling his hand slowly coming to cup the side of your face, his face just a few centimeters away from yours, his warm breath gently wafting against your lips.

“Getting comfy, eh?” John teased, his hand snaking behind to craddle the back of your head, gently brushing his lips with yours, not properly kissing you yet. The feeling of his beard tickling your skin while his lips sweetly yet torturously moved against yours made your heart skip a beat, your lips unconsciously parting.

“What are you guys trying to do? I-I…” You trailed off, mumbling against John’s lips, feeling Nikolai’s hands continuing to caress your waist. “Aren’t you guys dating…?”

“Doesn’t mean we can’t take care of a pretty little lady like you too.” Nikolai sweetly tutted.

“Does that idea make you feel weird, love?” John paused and pulled back just slightly, the sudden loss of contact with his lips causing an involuntary whine to escape your throat. “We had been thinking of trying out something new.”

“N-No! I was just… confirming.” You mumbled under your breath sheepishly, your hands slowly reaching out for his face, cupping his cheeks. This instantly made his eyes soften up, that familiar smile reaching his lips once more before he closed the distance between you too, gently pressing his lips against yours.

John kissed you so gently, his hand continuing to hold the back of your head while his other moved behind you to gently caress Nikolai’s shoulder. A soft whimper left your lips when the man behind you begin exploring your midriff, pressing against your belly and feeling the soft skin through the fabric of your shirt.

“N-Nik-” You tried to speak against John’s lips, Nikolai chuckling deeply behind you while his hands continued its ministrations.

You didn’t get a chance to breathe properly once John broke the kiss, Nikolai’s hand grasping your jaw and tilting your head back, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips. The lack of oxygen and the mild lingering taste of bourbon on his tongue made your head all dizzy, glazed eyes fluttering shut as you melted in his embrace, your body shifting slightly so he could kiss you better.

John took this opportunity to leave a trail of kisses down to your neck, callused hands sliding beneath your shirt to tenderly rub your skin.

“Tell us, love. Do you want us to take care of you?” John gruffly spoke, earning a nod from you once Nikolai finally parted from the kiss, leaving you all breathless and flustered. God, you needed them so bad.

“Words.” John said a bit more firmly, and you couldn’t help but whine in need, lips quivering.

“Be gentle with her, Price.” Nikolai laughed heartedly, pressing gentle kisses on the back of your head.

“Yes… Please take care of me.” You managed to babble out. John grunted in response, his hands pushing your legs apart gently, fingers beginning to slowly undo your pants and tug them down, taking his time in unveiling you.

Nikolai helped you with your shirt, gently lifting it up while his other hand unclasped your bra, taking it off with ease and putting it aside, his eyes narrowing in delight at the sight of your pretty tits. “ебать… so perfect. Poor baby’s so stressed too.“ His stubble tickled your neck as he nuzzled his face into it, large rough hands beginning to knead the flesh of your soft tits, sizing them up. You breathed shakily in response, eyes getting a bit droopy as you looked down at John who was getting himself comfortable in between your legs. The couch was certainly cramped by now, but not too much. You felt John’s lips pressing chaste kisses on your bare thighs, feeling them quiver blissfully as his fingers slowly slid your dampening panties down, a pleased groan leaving his lips once his eyes finally settled on the sight of your wet cunt, your clit poking out due to the waves of arousal coursing within you.

“Fuck… Look at this, Nik. Prettiest fucking cunt I’ve ever seen.” He breathed out, your mind barely processing his words due to the way he suddenly licked a fat stripe up your cunt, causing you to let out a broken moan, your mind sure of the fact that you might get a beard burn at this point, though you couldn’t really care at this moment.

Nikolai had a wide grin on his lips, enamored by your sweet reactions to every touch both of them were giving you, his fingers gently rubbing and tugging on your taut nipples. “You’re just like an angel.” He spoke fondly, continuing to play with your breasts, occassionally giving them light mirthful smacks just to see you huff.

John’s hands fondled with the plush of your thighs while his mouth practically devoured your cunt, his tongue swirling around your sensitive clit as he gentle sucked on it, causing your hips to buck forward, your slick beginning to coat the hair on his chin. One of his hand slid between your legs, one finger gently teasing your clenching and unclenching hole while his mouth was focused on pleasuring your puffy clit, tugging on the bundle of nerves.

You soon felt his finger sliding into your tight hole, soon met with another one — the stretch of his thick fingers making your hands reach out to messily tangle into his hair for some support, your gummy walls clenching around him as he begin to rub against your sweet spots, your eyes rolling back and mouth falling slightly open.

“P-Plea— M’so close…” You whined, barely able to form a coherent sentence, grinding your hips against his mouth while his little groans against your clit sent vibrations through your body.

“We know, darling. We know.” Nikolai whispered into your ear, lightly nipping onto your sensitive skin.

It wasn’t long until you felt your orgasm washing over you in shock waves, a trembling cry leaving your lips while your legs tried to squirm and kick in the air due to the overwhelming pleasure, coming apart on John’s fingers and mouth while he hungrily slurped your slick up.

He pulled up from your cunt and looked over at you, his cheeks a bit flushed and eyes dark, lips and beard all wet with your release. He licked his lips and grabbed Nikolai’s arm, pulling the man forward into a hungry kiss while you were squeezed in between them, shyly look at them kiss eachother.

“Fucking hell… She tastes so good, yeah?” John chuckled under his breath after pulling away from the kiss, Nikolai grunting in approval, savoring your taste.

You were panting softly, still trying to recover from your high, your hands weakly grabbing onto John’s forearms while your brain felt all tingly.

“Felt too good, love?” You didn’t know whether John was intentionally being cocky, but he was right. It felt too good.

“Let’s get you all comfortable inside.” Nikolai spoke warmly, gently helping your trembling bare body off the couch as he led you into the bedroom, John following shortly behind you both.

The bedroom was quite cozy looking, tidy with a nicely sized bed, some pictures on the wall and other stuff. Your eyes caught a glimpse of one of the pictures — Nikolai and John with three other men, dressed in what seemed to be tact gear. You decided not to comment on it, considering how they were already being so vague about their work earlier.

Nikolai gently laid you down on the bed and got in front of you this time, John slowly sitting behind you, letting your head rest on his lap.

“Cozy?” John cooed, his fingers brushing some strands of hair off your face, your eyes looking up to meet his and you couldn’t help but smile at how gentle he, no, how gentle they both were being with you.

“Yes…” You whispered softly, nuzzling into his thighs, a soft gasp leaving your lips when you felt something hard poking your cheek. You already knew what it was, excitement spreading in your heart as you nibbled on your bottom lip, feeling a sudden surge of confidence. “Wanna suck you…”

“Yeah?” He inhaled, continuing to caress your forehead and cheeks, as if trying to ingrain every inch of your face into his brain. His eyes drifted over to Nikolai who was just as enamored as himself, the other man’s eyes staring at your glistening cunt while his hands begin to take off his jacket and shirt already, revealing his bulky torso.

Your breath hitched when your eyes fell on Nikolai, admiring the soft layer of fat spread over his built muscles, his chest all hairy with thick curls, a bush clearly leading downwards to his crotch. You could feel your mouth watering, and judging from the victorious grin on Nikolai’s face, you knew that he could read your mind right now.

Your eyes moved back to John who was beginning to take off his clothes too, both men slowly tossing their stuff aside. You suddenly felt too flustered once your eyes admired his burly hairy torso, watching him unshed his briefs too before positioning your head back comfortably on his lap, his cock right up at your face.

Fucking hell. He had a nice length, and was so neatly girthy, your lips parting at the sight of the swollen leaking tip and those heavy balls of his, his musk making you all fuzzy. He grabbed the base of his cock and gently tapped the head against your lips, smiling at the way your eyes fluttered shut and your lips instantly tried to pepper kisses on his cock.

“Look at how needy you made her.” Nikolai laughed pleasantly, unshedding his briefs too and tossing his clothes aside. His hands grabbed a pillow from behind and positioned it beneath your hips so you would be comfortable, moving in between your legs to gently rub the head of his cock against your pulsating slit. You couldn’t look at his cock, but it was already clear that his was bigger than John’s, the thought alone making your hips impatiently buck forward.

“Patience, darling.” Nikolai playfully yet gently smacked you thigh, earning a mewl from you while you slobbered on the tip of John’s cock messily, drool sliding down your chin. You had to tilt your head slightly to take some of his cock into your mouth, but his hand on your head instantly stopped you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do the work.” He spoke huskily, giving your cheek a gentle pat. He lifted his hips away from your head and moved besides your face, grabbing the base of his cock before gently pushing it into your mouth, a satisfied groan leaving his lips once he felt the wet warmth of your mouth, your tongue swiping against his sensitive glands.

“Fucking hell… Jus’ like that. Doin’ so good f’me, love. It’s like you were made for us.” He begin to lightly thrust his cock inside your mouth, making sure to not overexert himself on you. You looked so pretty underneath him, trying not to choke while your slightly swollen lips were nicely wrapped around his cock, taking just as much as you could, eyes all teary and half-closed.

Nikolai on the front gave your clit a few more gentle rubs before he slowly begin to guide his cock inside your tight cunt, noticing the way you suddenly tensed up at the stretch. “Relax, my angel. Just a bit more.” He grunted softly at the way your gummy walls clenched around him, trying to suck him though he had a nice hold on himself, continuing to gently slide inside yout cunt, his thumb gently rubbing your puffy clit.

You moaned around John’s cock, brows furrowed in pleasure and the tingly stretch you were experiencing in both your lips and cunt.

Your legs clumsily wrapped around Nikolai’s hips for some support, your eyes rolling back once he started thrusting his meaty cock inside your cunt, toes curling. It was so easy for him to hit all your spongy sweet spots, his eyes admiring the way your pretty tits were moving slightly with each steady thrust of his cock. He muttered a few foreign cusses under his breath, his other hand gripping the sheets right beside your waist.

Your brain was starting to get too fucked out to comprehend who was doing what, John’s cock continuing to gently rub against your cunt while Nikolai’s stuffed you full, pounding into you.

“M-Mmh…” You let out incomprehensible noises, tears slowly sliding down your cheeks as pleasure slowly took over you, melting your brain into mush. “C-Close…” You choked around John’s cock, the familiar knots building up even tighter before you finally came once again, your orgasm causing your body to convulse in pleasure while Nikolai continued to rub your twitchy clit, cooing soft praises at you.

You sobbed softly and trembled, feeling so lightheaded as he helped you ride your high.

You could feel John’s cock twitching in your mouth too, his hand giving his cock a few pumps while your sucked on the tip of his cock, a whimper leaving your lips once you felt him explode inside you, a breathy groan leaving his lips that felt too euphonious to the ears, thick ropes of cum shooting straight into your throat, leaving you with now choice but to swallowx savoring the bittersweet taste.

“Fuck… That felt so good, sweetheart. Attagirl.” He eased his cock out of your mouth, gently smearing some of your drool over your nose playfully, causing you to whimper.

Nikolai’s movements didn’t get sloppy at all despite his impending orgasm, his pace steady, showing just how experienced he was. Your legs tightened around his hips as he continued to fuck your cunt, his breathing growing shallower.

“Where do you want it, darling?” He huffed softly, and the only thing you could do was clench around his shaft needily and let out a meek ‘inside’.

Nikolai’s brows raised for a second before focusing back on your pretty cunt, thrusting into it a few more times before he felt his balls tighten up, soon releasing thick ropes of cum inside your waiting cunt, seemingly releasing even more than his partner.

You whined at the feeling, feeling so full and fuzzy, your legs loosening around his waist once his movements slowed down before eventually stopping. He slowly eased his cock out, the sight of the creamy cum leaking out of your used cunt making him twitch.

He looked at you with a warm smile, leaning down to press soft kisses on your cheeks while John’s hands rubbed your shoulders gently, your eyes fluttering shut.

You could barely make out the praises they were whispering to you, exhaustion soon taking over you while their soft voices only lulled you into a deep slumber.

You woke up the next day in the familiar bed, some memories from last night still vivid in your head as you weakly sat up and yawned, finding yourself alone in the bedroom. Soft rays of sunlight basked the room in a warm glow, making everything feel cozy.

You smiled shyly as you looked down to find your body all cleaned up, wearing an oversized shirt that you could bet belonged to John alongside some loose boxers.

“Good morning, darling.” Nikolai’s voice startled you, causing your head to turn over so you could face him, heat blooming on your cheeks as you saw him in some casual, comfortable attire — an air of domesticity lingering in the air. “Sleep well?”

“Yes.” You nodded and slowly got out of the bed, muscles a bit sore from last night but not too much as they were so gentle with you.

“Come outside, John’s cooking breakfast for us all.” He grinned happily and leaned down to press a soft kiss on your forehead, and you could already sense that he was very much in love with his boyfriend’s cooking which only served to fuel your curiousity.

You followed after him, your heart thrumming in anticipation, hoping that this wasn’t just a one night stand.

#This killed me and sent me to heaven #Fucking Christ #I am such a whore #This was so fucking good like I genuinely cannot stop thinking about it #Absolutely phenomenal work #I need both of them inside of me immediately!!!#My brain is so full because of this fic #I am just #Wow #Hello #I’m hard-#NikPrice my beloved #I need these two big men with me right this second #I just #I love them so much #Gods this was so fucking good I can’t stop thinking about it

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ohworm-writes · 3 months

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STOPPPP- ur faltering me too much I’ll def send more to you next time‼️‼️🤭

I’ll be waiting (im)patiently 😚

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ohworm-writes · 3 months

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You saying I have an amazing brain is one of the best compliments I’ve ever gotten, like that’s so sweet of you to say 😭😭😭 I’m nothing but a simple girl who’s obsess over COD and loves Nikolai so thank you, I really appreciate that 🫶🏽

It’s the truth 😚❤️ and that would make me just as simple for liking the same 😉 I absolutely mean what I said. Keep sending me any thoughts you have because you have no idea just how much I lose my mind reading about what you have to say.

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OMG FUCKING GOD HELLO?!!!! Your recent post is making me go absolutely feral and I’m running laps around my room- you did such a good job with my request 😭😭😭😭 thank you so much, you deserve to have both sides of Yo ur pillow cold tonight 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽‼️

🤭 Glad you enjoyed it! I honestly absolutely fucking adored the concept and all of your asks scratch that part of my brain just right. And thank you 🫶❤️ you have such an amazing brain.

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Hi omg! I hope your doing well and your day/night is going great! ^^. Okay- I genuinely don’t know how this thought came to me, but now that it has its all I can think about when it comes to Nikolai in just two words: Sleepy Sex. Like just imagining where your both cuddled in bed together, the sun shining through the curtains and shining down on the two of you as you both sleep- him spooning and holding you. Can see maybe where he has a rare off day from work and you do too, and because y’all hadn’t seen each other in awhile and being so close to one another’s warm bodies is just so lovely, what better way to enjoy it then by him slowly kissing down your exposed neck, whispering how your so gorgeous even if you say your still tired and look like a mess. After awhile, his hand would slowly go down to the front of your shorts and it quickly turns to him fingering you softly.

Ugh- he’d be so gentle, continuing to praise and say how he plans on spending his day off right with you, even as you come apart on his fingers, even as he’s slowly pushing himself inside you; it’d just be unabashed sleepy/pent up sex AH- Nikolai makes me froth at the mouth sometimes istg???

No because you're absolutely so fuckin' right with this one. I can't even... the amount of time I've spent frothing and drooling at this ask in specific is genuinely unbelievable.

PAIRING gn!reader x Nikolai RATING R - Restricted [ Content warnings: 18+ mdni, soft dom!Nikolai, fingering, sleepy sex]

The thing is, it starts out so innocent. Him waking up first, of course, his body curled perfectly around yours, his face buried into the back of your neck right where your hair starts to sprout.

He's breathing so soft and slow, and his breath is so hot when he wakes up. His voice is so deep and groggy too, giving you these sweet little pecks against your skin as he mumbles out.

And then it escalates to him sliding his big, warm hand down the front of those cute little shorts you love wearing to bed as he stuffs you full, his fingers covered in your slick as he slowly, lazily pumps his fingers in and out of you.

His beard is scratchy against the back of your neck as he kisses it, but it's so hard to be annoyed by when two of his fingers are stuffing your hole and a third teasing.

He's not even being rough or doing anything to escalate it - no bites or nips, no harsh or forceful actions, no groping or squeezing of any kind. Just lazy, loving motions.

Loves the way you feel when you cum all because of his fingers. No need to ask for permission or beg or anything of the like because he just lets you, humming against your skin with his eyes closed, yawning as he gently grinds his hips against the curve of your ass, his big, fat cock barely held back by his briefs.

They're already stained through from his pre-cum too, so eager at such at early hour as it throbs and twitches and he barely pushes his own briefs down enough to get himself out while you shimmy those pretty shorts off.

Your thighs are all messy, too. All sticky and wet from your own cum and slick, which makes it all the easier for him when he pushes himself inside of you and rocks his hips in a slow, lazy manner.

It's almost like he's trying to fuck the both of you back to sleep with the way his and your eyelids are so, so heavy.

He just missed you so much! How can he not fuck that pretty little hole of yours when it's so wet and ready for him? You're making so many pretty noises, too. :(

He's been missing you so much and he knows the two of you haven't been able to spend enough time together, so he hopes filling you to the brim can make up for it.

If he hadn’t just woken up, he’d be folding you in half and fucking the air from your lungs, thrusts hard enough to make you cry. But that isn’t the case, and honestly, he enjoys this in his own way.

Just being able to feel the way your walls wrap around him perfectly, so gummy and tight and warm. And feeling the way you gush around his cock when you cum even though he’s going so slow and being so soft with his movements - it makes his head spin.

Can’t (and won’t) even try to stop himself when he cums, dick twitching as his balls empty and thick ropes of his cum fill up that pretty hole of yours. Fucks it back into you if any leaks out. Can’t have his partner wasting a drop, now can he?

And when he finally pulls out, he maneuvers himself so that he can pull you on top of him, chest to chest, one hand on your hip and the other tracing patterns into your spine as he mumbles words of praise and adoration to you.

It’s the perfect way to start off both of your days. Wouldn’t you agree?

#just something short because this ask has been sitting in my inbox for a while #trying to figure out a format for simple short drabbles like this so bare with me #bare? bear? i dunno #Nikolai x reader #cod nikolai x reader #nikolai cod x reader #nikolai cod #cod nikolai #Nikolai #cod x reader #call of duty x reader

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ohworm-writes · 4 months

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i can’t stop thinking about neighbor!graves… 🤔

🏡 you’re new to the neighborhood, getting all your things moved in and seemingly drowning in all the boxes of stuff you have. you ordered some items to replace the ones that got damaged or lost during transit, so that only added on to the cardboard-ridden mess that was your new living room.

🏡 a few days after settling in, you finally notice one of your packages has a mysterious name on it: phillip graves. you suddenly feel bad; how long has this guy been missing his delivery?? you bustle out your door in your pajamas, looking for the house number that matches the one on the package until you finally find it. it’s a fairly large house with dark, sophisticated paint. it’s across and over from yours with a huge black truck backed into the driveway. very snazzy for a truck, you think, hurrying your way to the tall entry door and ringing the doorbell.

🏡 “hey, how can i help ya?” his slight twang is warm and uplifting when he opens the door, eyeing you with a keen interest. god, he’s pretty. he sees what’s standing before him in the cutest little pj set and he’s feeling like an angel was dropped at his doorstep. meanwhile, you’re freaking out- standing there in your scrubby pajamas in front of this ridiculously attractive man, who is apparently your neighbor, and you’ve been holding onto his package without him knowing. (you realize there’s another package of his you’d like to hold though- ba dum tss!)

🏡 you shyly introduce yourself, pointing toward your house and then handing him the box, which he accepts with a teasing “gonna have to tell the HOA about the new thief on the block,” and a quick wink. it nearly melts you, but we must stay focused brothers!! he thanks you and introduces himself as phillip, taking the chance to let you know that you caught him at a good time because he’s often out for extended periods of time with his work. the poor baby must exhaust himself with how busy he is :(

🏡 you hear what he’s saying and being the new, good little neighbor you are, you offer to swing by and grab his mail, check on his plants, and do some basic house upkeep whenever he’s gone. hook, line, and sinker- it’s just what he wants to hear. he accepts your offer with that pearly grin of his, but not without adding his contact info to your phone so he can let you know when he’ll be out of town :’) he’s just so handsome that you feel like you won the jackpot!

🏡 from that day on, it’s like you keep bumping into each other outside- how silly! you start to find some excuses to be out front, maybe to check your roof for any damage or plant some flowers along the side yard, and whaddaya know, neighbor!graves soon finds himself outside giving his big ‘ol truck a wash (you could swear it’s already spotless). god, those flexing muscles and the wet t-shirt clinging to them are much more interesting than your rhododendrons.

🏡 he’s such a friendly neighbor- he’s really taken a liking to you! <3 whenever he’s actually home, he’s got your grocery bags carried inside or he’s grilled some barbecue that you’d be “downright ridiculous not to try”- his words, not yours! it’s delicious, of course, and he credits all his skills to his old man and his “coworkers.” you decide to bake him some sweets in return, and he just about melts. you’re just so good, and so is your baking! he’d really like to taste something else though, too…

🏡 now, neighbor!graves is a pretty nosy guy, so he’s taken it upon himself to keep you in the loop on all the drama in the neighborhood. but really, can you blame him? it’s in his nature to find intel- someone in the community has to do it! this is also a subtle way of letting you know that he’ll be keeping an eye on you, too- because he’s gotta look out for his fellow neighbors, especially if they’re adorable ;)

🏡 eventually he’s away for a few weeks and you’re on deck to pick up his mail, water his indoor plants, all that good stuff. he gives you a key before he leaves and tells you “go ‘head and keep it, mi casa es su casa,” fully inviting you to get comfy in his space- and you do! his furniture is so sleek yet so cozy, his living room complete with a super plush leather couch and a ridiculously large tv. you gather from all his medals and badges decorating the place that he’s very accomplished at what he does- this guys’s the real deal. you also get a nagging feeling that you want to spend more time in his space- it’s just so comfortable, and it smells like sweet vetiver and crisp mint :’)

🏡 so… neighbor!graves, being the nosy guy that he is, has been tracking when you’ve been going over by checking his high-end front door camera from his phone. he can’t help but get flustered at the idea of you in his most personal space- god, he wants you in his bed- and he starts to remember your routine. when he’s finally finished with his operation, he may or may not schedule his flight so that he arrives home shortly after the time usually head over, and your entire body stills when you hear his garage go up. he walks in with some heavy-looking bags wearing an all-black outfit, and you almost swoon. he’s such a man.

🏡 woops, surprise! he apologizes for forgetting to mention when he’d be getting home. he’s so damn excited to see you in his house though, so cute and dutiful, having left his plants perfectly hydrated and not a speck of dust in the area. he has an inkling-no, a certainty- that you’d be an amazing housewife. he invites you to stick around for a drink since you’re already there anyway, and of course you accept since you’d be “downright ridiculous” if you didn’t!

🏡 after you fill him in on the neighborhood drama he missed over some scotch (he is loving your intel collection skills, by the way), he reaches for his wallet to get you some cash for all the trouble- this man was really about to give you a wad of hundreds for your menial house chores! unbelievable! you immediately shoo it away, insisting that it really was no big deal… well, now you’ve left him stumped, because how else could he ever show his appreciation for your hard work while he was away??

🏡 by eating your pussy, of course! it takes very little resistance on both your ends until you’re sprawled out on his luxuriously soft bed with his head between your thighs, moaning and mewling so loud from the perfect licks and swirls on your aching, needy clit that his front door camera can practically pick up on your noises :’) your slick is getting all over his satiny sheets, but he doesn’t even pay that any mind. a few sharp sucks to your sensitive bundle of nerves and the scratch of his light blond stubble along your inner thighs has you cumming so hard that you can’t help but chant his name- and he’ll be damned if that isn’t music to his ears! <3

🏡 he still doesn’t feel like he’s fully shown you his appreciation…maybe he needs to fuck the shit out of you too! he’s talking to you so nicely as he stretches your pulsing walls with his huge, veiny cock, reassuring you that you’re “such a good girl,” “lookin’ so gorgeous right now,” “takin’ me like a champ, baby.”… you’ve never felt so full, yet somehow you can’t get enough of him :( he decides to place a silky pillow under your hips so he can pummel into you from a deeper angle, and he leaves all kinds of purply marks along your chest as he tells you just how perfect your pussy is for him- god, he’s happy you moved here!

🏡 by now you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve orgasmed around his length, and he finally coats your insides with his warm, thick spurts of cum as he groans your name. you both collapse onto his sheets, exhaustedly drifting to sleep just to do it all over again in the morning ;) he gets a hot shower ready for the both of you before kindly requesting some of your amazing baking- he even offers you to wear one of his t-shirts so you don’t get any ingredients on your own clothes! of course, you’re more than happy to oblige. after all, he’s such a friendly neighbor <3

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