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Tips to write for Nikolai (useful phrases)

Masterlist Tips to write for König (useful phrases)

AN: This guide is not meant to encourage you to start loving Russian language or culture. As much as I personally love Nikolai, I'll absolutely understand, there are people out there, that may feel bad, seeing him in CoD franchise, because of everything going on right now. This is not a call to start loving him, not a call to start describing this character as an absolute angel (he is not and never was). If seeing such a guide makes you feel bad - I'm genuinely sorry, and I'm open to a dialogue to make it better.

I tried to cover the most commonly used themes. However, it's impossible to make it short, yet all-covering. So please don't hesitate to come into my DMs with 'hey, I want Nikolai to say this thing in my fic - could you translate it in Russian for me?'. I'm always super-happy to help!

These are not my HCs, about what would Nik say, just some usefull phrases!

And the last one: Russian language uses Cyrillic letters. But I personally love to, at least try to hear, how other languages sound. So I provided translations (Cyrilic) and transliterations (Latin).

TW: swearing

Basic words, you may need for everyday chit-chat

Hello - Здравствуй Zdravstvui

Hi - Привет Privet

Good morning \ day \ evening - Доброе утро \ добрый день \ добрый вечер Dobroe utro \ dobryi den' \ dobryi vecher

Goodbye (untill next time) - До свидания Do svidaniia

Bye - Пока Poka

Thank you - Спасибо Spasibo

You are welcome - Пожалуйста Pozhaluista

Yes \ yes of course - Да \ Конечно Da \ Konechno

No - Нет Net

Petnames

Genderless (can be used, referring to both men and women, depending on relationship dynamic):

Angel - Ангел Angel

My soul - Душа моя Dusha moia

Treasure - Сокровище Sokrovishche

Sun \ little sun - Солнце \ Солнышко Solntse \ Solnyshko

My joy - Радость моя Radost' moia

Love - Любовь Liubov'

My light - Мой свет Moi svet

My happiness - Счастье моё Schast'e moe

Dream - Мечта Mechta

Little cloud - Облачко Oblachko

Little fire - Огонёк Ogonek

Precious - Прелесть Prelest'

Heart - Сердце Serdtse

Little tiger - Тигрёнок Tigrenok

Wonder - Чудо Chudo

Feminine and masculine versions of petnames (Here you can add 'my' moia for feminine, moi for masculine versions of names)

Priceless - Бесценная \ Бесценный Bestsennaia \ Bestsennyi

Divine - Божественная \ Божественный Bozhestvennaia \ Bozhestvennyi

Peerless - Бесподобная \ Бесподобный Bespodobnaia \ Bespodobnyi

Gorgeous - Великолепная \ Великолепный Velikolepnaia \ Velikolepnyi

Delightful - Восхитительная \ Восхитительный Voskhititel'naia \ Voskhititel'nyi

Darling - Дорогая \ Дорогой Dorogaia \ Dorogoi

Precious - Драгоценная \ Драгоценный Dragotsennaia \ Dragotsennyi

The only one - Единственная \ Единственный Edinstvennaia \ Edinstvennyi

Desired - Желанная \ Желанный Zhelannaia \ Zhelannyi

Golden - Золотая \ Золотой Zolotaia \ Zolotoi

Affectionate - Ласковая \ Ласковый Laskovaia \ Laskovyi

Beloved - Любимая \ Любимый Liubimaia \ Liubimyi

Sweetheart - Милая \ Милый Milaia \ Milyi

Tender - Нежная \ Нежный Nezhnaia \ Nezhnyi

The one, I can't stop looking at (lovingly) - Ненаглядная \ Ненаглядный Nenagliadnaia \ Nenagliadnyi

Incredible - Невероятная \ Невероятный Neveroiatnaia \ Neveroiatnyi

Charming - Очаровательная \ Очаровательный Ocharovatel'naia \ Ocharovatel'nyi

Dear (often said to someone, you consider your family) - Родная \ Родной Rodnaia \ Rodnoi

Sweet - Сладкая \ Сладкий Sladkaia \ Sladkii

Good one - Хорошая \ Хороший Khoroshaia \ Khoroshii

Love confessions and stuff around that

I love you. - Я люблю тебя. Ia liubliu tebia.

I like you. - Ты мне нравишься. Ty mne nravish'sia.

I fell in love with you at first sight. - Я влюбился (if man says it) \ влюбилась (if woman) в тебя с первого взгляда. Ia vliubilsia \ vliubilas' v tebia s pervogo vzgliada.

I can not live without you. - Я не могу без тебя жить. Ia ne mogu bez tebia zhit'.

You drive me crazy. - Я схожу по тебе с ума. Ia skhozhu po tebe s uma.

I wanna be with you. - Я хочу быть с тобой. Ia hochu byt' s toboi.

I think about you constantly. - Я постоянно думаю о тебе. Ia postoianno dumaiu o tebe.

You are my only one. - Ты мой (if the partner is masculine) \ моя (if the partner is feminine) единственный\ая. Ty moi \ moia edinstvennyi\aia.

I really need you. - Ты мне очень нужна (f partner) \ нужен (m partner). Ty mne ochen' nuzhna \ nuzhen.

We were meant for each other. - Мы созданы друг для друга. My sozdany drug dlia druga.

I'm ready to do anything for you. - Я готов/а на все ради тебя. Ia gotov/a na vse radi tebia.

I'm never giving you to somebody. - Я тебя никому не отдам. Ia tebia nikomu ne otdam.

Dirty talking

I want you. - Я хочу тебя. Ia hochu tebia.

I'm all yours. - Я вся твоя \ весь твой. Ia vsia tvoia \ ves' tvoi.

Your body drives me crazy. - Твоё тело сводит меня с ума. Tvoe telo svodit menia s uma.

I want to feel your touch all over. - Хочу чувствовать твои руки везде. Hochu chuvstvovat' tvoi ruki vezde.

You can do anything you want today. - Тебе сегодня можно всё. Tebe segodnia mozhno vse.

Take me the way, you want to. - Возьми меня, как ты хочешь. Voz'mi menia, kak ty khochesh'.

I want to make you moan. - Хочу заставить тебя стонать. Hochu zastavit' tebia stonat'.

Give yourself to me completely. - Отдайся мне весь (to m partner)\ вся (to f partner), без остатка. Otdaisia mne ves' \ vsia, bez ostatka.

Show me, that I belong to you only. - Покажи мне, что я только твоя \ твой. Pokazhi mne, chto ia tol'ko tvoia \ tvoi.

What do you want to do to me? - Что ты хочешь со мной сделать? Chto ty hochesh' so mnoi sdelat'?

Don't stop. - Не останавливайся. Ne ostanavlivaisia.

I want to taste you. - Хочу попробовать тебя на вкус. Hochu poprobovat' tebia na vkus.

Swearing

Fuck (as an interjection) - Блять Bliat'

Fuck off - Отъебись Ot"ebis' (to one person), отъебитесь ot"ebites' (to a group of people)

Bloody hell - Ёбаный пиздец (NOT used during sex!!) Ebanyi pizdets

Bastard - Сволочь (applied to any gender) Svoloch'

Motherfucker - Ублюдок \ уебан Ubliudok \ ueban

Son of a bitch - Сукин сын Sukin syn

Asshole - Жопа \ задница. Zhopa \ zadnitsa.

Cunt \ Pussy - Пизда (This and next one can in theory be used in bed, but i really strongly recommend you to NOT) Pizda

Cock \ Dick - Хуй Hui

Cultural extras to get in the mood

I sometimes meet this take, that Russian, as well as German language, sounds menacing or harsh. And as much as I understand, that it is subjective perception, I have something to add: you can modulate Russian speech as well as any other. You can sound like softest softie, coo and purr in Russian, if you want. Here is a good example: a guy just reads a poem, but you try and tell me, he is not straight seducing you.

Very nice perspective on how non-tourist Russia looks like. The guy travels to places, that still look and feel like USSR and somehow manages to survive. Don't mind him rambling, how good was soviet life - he doesn't mean it, he just says whatever people, he meets, would love to hear.

Another good channel to explore non-tourist Ru and some extreme weathers. Don't worry, there are no jumpscares and nothing scary happens on the videos.

Russian winter is a tricky one, because -40 С in Yakutsk can sometimes feel softer as -20 in Moscow. Humidity and wind are the keys.

No, vodka is not the only alcohol option) You can write a Ru character, that despises vodka and it will be 100% legit.

If you need domestic and interior references to Nikolais youth in soviet Ru - I can recommend HBOs Chernobyl series. An accuracy and attention to domestic details there is so great that it gets uncanny sometimes.

Stefan Kapičić does very tender and smooth version of Slavic accent. And he is 100% right to do so - it works good both for his character and the audience. If you want to hear heavier versions of Russian accent - here is a little funny video.

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rohansregret · 9 months

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bloodsport – prologue

characters: vladimir makarov

summary: all it takes is a chance meeting.

genre: general, angst, slowburn, enemies to ?, fem!reader (callsign: petra, no desc.)

warnings: semi-proofread, cursing, canon-typical violence, minor descriptions of blood/injuries, military/spec-ops inaccuracies, lieutenant!reader, not much makarov in this chapter sorry </3

word count: 3k

note: never thought i'd reach this point. but, here i am, thirsting for my formerly least favorite character. all because they gave him tattoos and showed his tits. enjoy! <3

also totally didn't use my oc's callsign for this. ur crazy bestie. (this is still 'x reader', no backstory/personal info is given to reader)

your head is spinning, the world around you a haze as your eyes fight to regain focus. there's a constant ringing in your ears, deafening you, and you wince once the pounding in the back your skull becomes apparent.

everything slowly begins to come back to you. the operation in al mazrah, the warning from HQ, the explosion, the floor collapsing below your feet. you're laying on your back now, aching from head to toe. the building that you were in with soap and gaz is reduced to rubble, lying in pieces around you.

you manage to turn your head to the left and see soap laying motionless a few feet away. farther away is gaz, struggling to push what used to be a metal support beam off his trapped leg. you blink furiously at the pair, trying to clear the dust and sand out from your eyes, and breathe a ragged sigh of relief at the subtle rise and fall of soap's chest. you attempt to call out to gaz, but all that leaves your throat is a weak noise and a wheezing cough.

price and ghost are probably on their way already. you just need to wait for them. the mission was doomed from the start, you all know that, but it won't end in your deaths so long as you hold out.

the ringing in your ears slowly fades, and you can hear footsteps approaching from your right. it was a small group, judging by the heavy footfall - had price and ghost found help somehow?

you carefully turn again, expecting to be greeted by the familiar sight of your teammates. the harsh midafternoon sun sits in that direction, forcing you to squint in the bright light as you try to make out the group of silhouettes.

the first sign of trouble was gaz's panicked shout of your name. the person in the front of the pack blocks the sun's light upon reaching you, casting shadows in their path and finally allowing you to glimpse at their face. you blink again, angling your head to identify the person hovering over you. it takes several seconds for your foggy mind to recognize them but, when it does, your blood runs cold.

makarov.

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you're woken up by someone shaking your shoulder, a gentle voice calling out to you. with a whine, akin to a child being disturbed by their mother in the morning before school, you bat their hand away and force your eyes open.

"y'not get enough sleep last night, lieutenant?" gaz asks, sitting on the couch next to you. the harsh fluorescent lights on the ceiling make you squint and rub at your tired eyes for relief. "bad dream?" he adds a second later, taking note of your dazed state.

"yeah, just a bad dream. nothin' to worry about." you assure him with a downturned smile. according to the watch on your wrist, it was ten o' clock. you'd be setting out for al mazrah in about half an hour.

gaz woke you up for the mission, you realize. soap was located nearby, occupying himself with last-minute gear checks, and ghost soon enters the room with his arms full of supply crates. anything from ammunition to water and food was packed in, ready to be loaded into the transport helicopter that you'd be taking into the city. price was hunched over a table filled with scattered maps, blueprints, and gathered intel from your allies in the city.

"alright, let's go over the mission one last time. this needs to be a clean operation - we've got no room for error." price stands straight and glances around the room, personally scrutinizing each of you. the four of you gather around the table alongside the captain, the fatigue quickly dissipating as you focus on his words.

"the city's a mess right now; there’s civilians in the north, enemies to the south, and allies scattered in the wind." price flattens a map of the city with various locations circled and marked against the tabletop. "ghost and myself will offload with the supplies in the north. petra, gaz, and soap will touch down in the east and make their way south to the target building. once we're done up north, we'll link up with our allies in the city center and secure the district surrounding you."

price nods towards you and the sergeants. "should buy you enough time to get the job done."

"we'll do it in half the time," gaz boasts with a self-assured grin, crossing his arms over his chest. soap mirrors his confidence, and both earn pointed looks from yourself and the other two men.

"there's a reason you three are working together on this," price says. he pulls a cigar from one of his vest pockets and rolls it between his thumb and forefinger - a nervous habit you picked up on a long time ago. "you sergeants are fast and damn good at clearing a place out, but if left unchecked, you get yourselves into trouble. petra's good at keeping you two in line, so you're going in together."

"we're a small team in contested territory, it's essential that we have each other's backs." ghost speaks up, sending the two a cursory glance. the sergeants nod, and you continue to listen as price details the rest of the plan.

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the helicopter ride to the city was almost relaxing enough to lull you back to sleep. keyword: almost.

a little while after takeoff, laswell's voice comes through your radios, claiming to have some new intel. you assumed it would be something related to the ground forces, be it enemy or ally, until the word missile echoes throughout the cabin.

price attempted to pry more information out of her, only to be shot down - "i don't know" was all she had to offer in response to his questions. laswell's never been one to panic, even in the face of sure death, but the concern in her voice was palpable. if her intel was accurate, than there was a missile being prepped to launch, and its target was the very city you were fighting in.

you've never seen the team look so solemn during a landing. laswell assured you that she was working to locate and disarm the threat, but she could make no guarantees. you couldn't back out, either; the mission was too important to abandon now. as you disembark alongside soap and gaz, price gives each of you a single bullet from his handgun.

"for luck," he said.

as you stealth your way through eerily silent city streets with the sergeants in tow, you ponder on his choice of words. the bullet sits safe and sound with the rest of the ammo for your own sidearm, ready to be loaded in case of an emergency. if it comes down to your final bullet, though, you might as well consider yourself dead.

after some time and several blocks, you locate the target building. it's a high-rise, a sore thumb sticking out against the surrounding local businesses and low-rise buildings, making it easy for your group to identify it.

"captain, we've got the building in sight," you say into your radio. soap and gaz peak out from your current hiding spot, studying the security and forming their own plan to infiltrate. the two are the team's resident experts on CQB - if anyone can fight their way into enemy territory without breaking a sweat, it's them.

the thought allows you to take a calming breath and relax your tense shoulders.

"solid copy. we just finished up here, so we'll be headed your way soon." price replies. you can hear idle chatter in the background, likely the civilians. "we'll talk again once we're close or you reach the target. whichever happens first."

"copy all, sir." you silence your radio and follow the sergeants' gazes, eyes landing on the building again. considering your objective, the security detail was lacking in numbers. either a fake-out to make you lower your guard or a result of the incoming missile, you presume. no matter what the reason may be, you hold your gun close and try to keep your head clear.

"what exactly is the target that we're going after, l.t.?" soap mutters from next to you, tearing his eyes away from the scene. you shake your head before turning to him.

"did you not listen to the debrief, soap?"

"i did, but price never said what we were goin' after!"

"he totally did, dude. you just weren't listening." gaz perks up, prompting the former to stutter over his words to make a defense. after a minute of bickering between the two, you shush them.

"we're just screwing with you, soap," you concede, giving him a comforting pat on the shoulder. "price told me what it was earlier. some kind of scrambling device that's been screwing with people's tech and causing periodic blackouts. we need to deal with it before it causes something worse than a communications loss."

gaz lets out an amused huff. "yeah, like a helicopter fallin' out of the sky."

"actually, i'm pretty sure it's just you falling 'outta the sky." soap chuckles, earning a lighthearted glare from gaz. you shush the two again and start towards the building, sticking to the shadows so as to avoid being spotted.

it takes no time at all to dispatch the guards surrounding the entrance, and soon you're methodically clearing out the ground floor alongside the sergeants. gaz takes point, whilst you stay in the middle and soap follows close behind. the enemy forces appear to be disorganized, you notice after moving up to the second level. they're wearing mismatched gear and using guns of vastly different origins; some even appear to speak different languages. you catch pieces of arabic and russian amidst the group, but what really shakes you is the english that you hear.

"are some of these fuckers american?" soap asks from behind you, looking over a tango he dropped moments prior.

"appears so," you mutter, examining another body near your feet. he wasn't wearing any sort of identification, so you had no way of figuring out what PMC he could be affiliated with. "they're not shadow company, at least. graves may be a bastard, but he's got his own vendetta against these guys."

"could be random mercenaries - guns for hire, y'know." gaz says with a shrug, clearly unconvinced of his own suggestion.

you hum, rising from your crouched position next to the body. "been seeing more of those popping up recently. wouldn't surprise me if al-qatala hired some of them as security." you refocus and motion for the two to get back in formation, nodding towards the stairs nearby.

"device should be on the sixth floor. let's pick up the pace."

the third and fourth floors are relatively the same: rooms full of randomly assorted, underprepared mercenaries that struggle to communicate with each other. you expected to find the same on the fifth floor, only to be stopped again by a peculiar logo taped above a set of office doors.

a snake skull with a sword. konni. you were aware of their presence in the city, even fighting some in this very building, but the logo stood out to you for some odd reason. with an affirmative nod sent to your teammates, you move to investigate it. at best, you'd find new intel about their operations, and at worst, you'd have another room to empty out.

upon opening the set of double doors and carefully entering, though, you come face-to-face with something far worse.

"holy fuck... is this all gas?" gaz mumbles, standing to your left.

the meeting room is filled floor-to-ceiling with gas containers, bright red barrels marked with konni's logo and cyrillic script plastered across their fronts. you take a closer look at the letters and, with the extremely limited knowledge of russian that you've gained from price and nikolai, manage to work out what they say.

"it's the same stuff zakhaev used in verdansk a few years ago," you glance towards the sergeants. you try to disguise your gradually creeping apprehension behind a firm look, rubbing the back of your neck as a bead of sweat rolls down into your shirt collar.

soap steps forward, taking a closer look at the stock. "wasn't zakhaev the one supplying it, though? i thought price took him out."

you sigh, wiping the sweat off your glove against the front of your thigh. "i think he had a supplier, but even if he was making it himself, that isn't stopping someone else from producing more. konni's probably buying it from whomever that is."

"wonder who that could be." gaz says, turning his attention to the large window at the far side of the room.

you open your mouth to reply, but soap beats you to it. "everyone in this situation is friends with makarov, right? price and laswell said he was gettin' active again."

the name sends an uneasy chill down your spine. you've never met the man yourself, but based on what price had to say about him, you're thankful you haven't. if he's working behind the scenes, than you need to be careful. any small mistake could end in disaster.

again, you try to respond, and again, you're interrupted. "uh– y'guys might want to look at this." gaz calls out over his shoulder.

your gaze turns to the sight outside that he was vaguely motioning towards. a bright light sits somewhere in the distance, quickly growing in size and luminosity. you squint, trying to figure out what the light could be coming from, until you remember laswell's warning.

the missile had fired.

"steamin' bloody jesus..." soap utters under his breath, snapping you back to the present.

"we need to find cover - fast!" you usher the two back from the glass and out of the room, sprinting down the stairs three steps at a time. although laswell didn't have much in the way of information, she did provide the team with a key piece of intel: there were bunkers constructed throughout the city, installed before the ballistic missile containers were offloaded in the area. one such bunker was located a short distance from the building you're currently in.

if you hurry, you might be able to make it.

as you descend, you can hear voices steadily drawing closer. gaz and soap hear it as well, and you all prepare your guns upon reaching the second floor.

as expected, there's a group waiting for you when you arrive. you take cover and try to thin out the crowd, but each second ticking by only serves to increase your level of impatience. eventually, you pull a flash grenade off your belt and toss it into the crowd, giving yourself and the sergeants a chance to finish off the remaining soldiers.

the three of you make another break for the exit. as the light outside the windows of the building grows blinding and a deafening explosion is heard, though, you wonder if you could have done something different. the floors above collapse and crash into your team, destroying the floors below you and knocking you off your feet.

somewhere in the chaos, your world goes dark.

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when you come to, your head is spinning. there's a pounding in the back of your skull, muted thumps amidst the violent ringing in your ears. you blink away tears and dust, fighting to make your eyes focus as everything slowly falls into place around you.

you didn't make it to the bunker before the missile hit. gaz and soap are somewhere in this rubble with you - alive or dead, you're not sure. your body aches, muscles screaming at you as you try to move, forcing a pathetic wheezing cry from your lips.

after some struggle, you manage to turn your head to the left. laying several feet away is soap, covered in pieces of rubble and fighting to stay awake, blood pouring from an open wound on his head. farther away is gaz, desperately trying to get his leg free from under a broken metal beam. you call out to them, but all you can muster is a pained noise that leaves you coughing.

midafternoon sunlight beats down on you. price and ghost are somewhere else in the city, and you pray that they're still alive. it's all you can hope for at this point, considering your inability to move.

you hear voices drawing closer. heavy boots stomping through the sand and rubble, footsteps uniform yet distinct from one another. price, ghost, and your allies in the city immediately cross your mind, making you let out a relieved sigh.

when you look to your right, however, the silhouettes are distinctly different from what you expected to see. instead of your teammates, you see a group in familiar, yet unfamiliar, clothing and gear. you try to piece together what you recognize despite the fog in your brain.

when gaz's shout of your real name pierces your ears, it suddenly comes to you. pictures that price and laswell acquired from her global counterparts flood your mind, and you realize that you're looking at a group of ultranationalist soldiers. konni's leader and supplier, al-qatala's strongest ally, and the group that he leads with an iron fist.

ignoring the immense pain as a fresh wave of adrenaline courses through your system, you scramble for your sidearm. the last fight and the building collapse made you lose your rifle and drained you of most of your ammo, but you still had the bullet that you loaded into your handgun before the missile hit.

price's bullet.

one shot is all it should take.

you reach for your holster, but find nothing in its place. you frantically feel around the nearby area, searching for it, but still come up empty-handed. you lost your handgun in the crash and had nothing to defend yourself with. as the group nears, the reality of your situation dawns on you.

your luck had run out.

the leader of the pack blocks the harsh sunlight, casting shadows across your body as he stands over you. slowly, your eyes adjust to the change in light. you blink up at him, feeling a pang in your chest and a pit in your stomach form once his face becomes clear.

makarov.

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rohansregret · 9 months

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𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐒 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] A oldie from 2021. I did a little editing so if it seems different... that's because it is. [ SYNOPSIS ] You and your slutty boyfriend decide to smoke weed and fuck on his ugly couch. [ WORD COUNT ] 2.2k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, marijuana, dubcon (fucking under the influence), hair pulling, oral sex (f + m receiving), unprotected sex, general Zeke bossiness, weed-induced paranoia, teasing, he finishes in your mouth.

“So… How annoying should I expect you to be?”

You were sitting on Zeke’s hideous suede green couch, playing with his lighter. The blonde was planted on the floor between your legs, hunched over his equally hideous oak coffee table.

“You want me to quantify how annoying I am going to be?”

You giggled and watched as he folded a crutch for the joint. It was cute how focused he was under the effects of two edibles. Brownies, to be specific. You had baked them yourself so the potency of said brownies was essentially a mystery.

Initially due to overwhelming impatience, the two of you thought they were shit and that you managed to bake plain, unexciting brownies. It wasn’t until Zeke was being significantly sweeter than usual and you were hyperaware of your fingers that you realized the brownies were a success.

“Did I stutter?” you asked, pressing your hand against Zeke’s back.

He wore a plain black v-neck that clung to his body. You couldn’t help but touch him in some way. You dragged your thumb down his spine. He shivered and you yanked your hand away.

He paused and turned to you, eyes filled with concern.. “Is there something on my back?”

“… Me? I was.”

“Oh. I thought a small animal was crawling on me.”

“I mean… It might as well have been.”

He shook his head. “No, I pictured like a small deer.”

“How high are you?”

He sprinkled weed into a rolling paper. “Not high enough.”

You peeked over his shoulders to get a view of his nimble fingers.

“Shit,” he whispered.

You were wrong to assume he would retain his dexterity. The joint looked folded rather than rolled.

“Are you gonna be okay?” you asked.

You were legitimately not sure. It pained you to lack faith, but his jumbled hands were hardly promising.

“I—I don’t know. I really… I don’t know,” he sighed.

“Do you, like…” Your brain grew slower by the second. “Like, do you need...”

“Help?”

“Yeeeeaaaaaah,” you drawled. The word melted out of your mouth.

Zeke sighed and unfolded the joint.

“I’ll be fine. I got this. I’m going to do great. I just have to pretend that these are my own hands.”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Sweetie, those are your hands.”

“I’m well aware. They don’t feel like mine though.”

You didn’t say anything. Nothing you said would quell his anxiety. You rubbed his back, massaging your thumbs between his shoulder blades. A muted groan wriggled free from the depths of his chest.

“Fuck. That feels good.”

You let your hands roam past his shoulders, down his chest. You started to tug at his shirt.

His calloused hand grabbed your wrist. “Can I help you, ma’am?”

“Take it off,” you purred.

“Why?”

He went back to rolling the joint. He had greater success this time around. The joint was actually conical in shape. Not a depressingly flat rectangle.

“I don’t know. It’ll be fun?” You didn’t have a good reason, but it wasn’t like you needed one. You just wanted him as close to naked as possible. “Please humor me,” you continued. “I made the brownies. The least you could do is walk around shirtless.”

He shook his head and handed you the joint over his shoulder.

“Please?” you begged.

“This is demeaning,” he said, smirking.

He stood up and proceeded to take off his shirt. You stared at his god-like figure, unable to hide your lust. He blushed.

“Here.” He handed his shirt to you. “To my biggest fan.”

You held it like it was an Oscar. “Wow. This is truly a moment in history. People will be talking about this forever.”

“I can’t wait for the retrospective article in ten years.”

“Oh, it’s going to be incredible. I’m going to overanalyze this moment so fucking hard.”

“Heh. Hard.”

“Seriously?”

“What?” He sat down beside you and put his head on your shoulder. “Are you going to light that?”

You looked at the joint in your hand. “Did you hand me this?”

“No.”

You rolled your eyes and held the joint between your lips, ready to light it.

“Wrong end, pet.”

You looked down and noticed you were two centimeters from fucking everything up.

“Thank you.” You proceeded to light the joint properly. You took a long drag and let the smoke drift from your mouth. “That’s good.”

You handed the joint to Zeke. He took a hit and exhaled, tossing his head back.

“It’s awful.” He hit it again, longer this time.

“Really? Awful, huh?”

“The worst weed I’ve smoked.”

“Can I?” You reached for the joint but he held it out of reach.

“No, no, no. It’s horrible after a couple hits. You wouldn’t like it.”

You stretched yourself over his lap trying to grab the joint. He laughed at your pitiful attempt. You looked like you were body surfing.

“Alright, fine. Since you’re so desperate.” He pulled on the back of your shirt, lifting you up. Rather than body surfing you now looked like a sea lion performing for a snack. He held the joint to your face and you inhaled eagerly.

“That’s good shit. It smells nice.” You took another hit. Zeke let go of your shirt and gently laid you back down on his lap.

“I was definitely expecting something disgusting. But I always expect something disgusting, don’t I?… I’m gross. I’m a garbage man. Don’t look at me.”

“I wasn’t. I can’t from this angle.”

You were in fact facing away from him.

“Good. You shouldn’t look at someone like me. I’m… Ugh.”

“Are you going to be okay? Like, seriously? I’m concerned-ish.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.” He finally took a hit. “I just don’t understand why I was born, that’s all.”

You flipped over so you could look up at him. He gazed down at you.

“Please don’t look at me from this angle. You can see right up my nose.”

“You’re so self-conscious.” You sat up and started to toy with his hair.

“I don’t know what’s up there… My secrets could start leaking out.”

“You’re such a weenie. Gimme that.”

Zeke didn’t protest. He relinquished the joint. You took a drag and an idea hit you like a sledgehammer.

“Shotgun.”

“Oh, no. I cannot drive anywhere.”

“No, Zeke, I’m not calling ‘shotgun’. I’m saying shotgun. As in, ‘Let's shotgun this weed.’”

He looked at you like a perplexed puppy. He clearly didn’t understand.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh my god.”

You took another hit off the joint and turned his head towards yours. You placed your lips on his. You slowly breathed the smoke into his mouth. You pulled away and he exhaled. He met your eyes, but averted your gaze soon after.

“Don’t look at me.”

“You’re so sensitive.”

“It’s like you’re judging everything I do.”

You hit the joint. “What? No. I am totally staring at you and shit, but not out of judgment. More out of, like, I’m a huge pervert or whatever.”

He gave you an impish grin. You fucked up. You shouldn’t have admitted to such a thing.

“Is that why you wanted my shirt off?”

“Yes.”

“Excuse me.” He stood up like he was giving a presentation and pulled off his grey sweatpants revealing his navy blue briefs. You were entranced by his shapely thighs. “Is this what you wanted?” He did a 360 degree turn so you could get a good look at his body.

“Hmm. Not quite.” You took a hit.

“What do I need to do?”

“You still have socks on.”

He took them off. You hit the joint again.

“Glasses,” you purred, letting the smoke roll out of your mouth.

“Really?”

“Mhm.”

He took them off and placed them on the coffee table.

“Undies.”

He went to take them off, but stopped. “Hold on! Wait a minute. Nope. What is this?” It was like he woke up from a dream.

“Sorry, I took it too far. Let me get on your level. It’s only fair. Here. Finish this.”

You passed Zeke the rest of the joint. There wasn’t much left at this point. You shed all your clothes minus your bra and underwear.

“Alright.” He held the joint in his mouth and stripped off his underwear.

“Whoa! You, uh. I was kidding…” You paused and let your eyes wander down his body. “For the most part.”

His erect cock stared you down. Beautifully veiny with a pleasant pink hue, framed by trimmed blond pubic hair. It was picturesque.

You clasped your hands. “I swear every time I see it feels like the first time.”

The smug fucker smirked and finished off the joint. He stubbed it out in the ashtray on the table.

“You gonna take care of it?”

You nodded and quickly undressed. He walked over to you, stroking himself, as you reclined on the couch like a lounging goddess. You outstretched your arms and pulled him into your embrace. You kissed him, shoving your tongue into his mouth without warning. He hesitated for a moment but quickly reciprocated. He was operating on a slight delay. You felt the tip of his cock gently prod your glistening cunt.

“Not yet,” you murmured. “Go down on me.”

He lowered himself, leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach. He pulled down your underwear. He traced his tongue down your folds. His beard tickled your thighs. A small moan left your lips. You held his head in place, letting your fingers get tangled in his hair.

“Pull on it,” he demanded as he bit on the inside of your thigh.

You clutched a chunk of his hair and pulled. He let out a voracious groan and gave your clit long, languid licks. A whiny moan burst past your lips.

You paused. “Shit. Was that loud?”

He stopped and looked up at you. “No. At least I don’t think so. Why? Did you hear something?”

“No… At least I don’t think I did.”

You stared at each other. The fear began to take hold.

“Hold on,” Zeke said in a comically authoritative tone.

He stood up and slowly approached the door.

“Do not open the door. You’re scary hard right now,” you hissed.

“I’m not gonna open it. I… am gonna glance through the peephole.”

He peered through the hole. And there was nothing. Not a soul.

“Oof. We’re losing it, pet.”

He walked over to you and went back to work as if nothing happened. He swirled his tongue around your clit, this time applying more pressure. He wanted to hear you cry out his name.

“Oh fuck, Zeke. Don’t stop!”

He didn’t. Waves of pleasure came over you. You bucked your hips against his mouth. You craved penetration; you felt like you would perish without it.

“Need your cock,” you mewled.

He lifted himself up and lorded over your body, leaving you in the shadow of his. He pushed two of his rough fingers inside your dripping cunt

“You’re so wet,” he said, curling his fingers and pressing the pads of them up against your walls. “And so easy. I thought I might have to work for it considering you’re high.”

“Don’t be mean,” you whimpered.

“Then don’t make it so much fun,” he replied before lightly biting your neck.

His hot breath against your skin was driving you wild.

“Do you want my cock inside you?”

You nodded, your eyes wide and needy.

“Say it. Say you want my cock inside you.”

“I want your cock inside me. Please.”

“Attagirl,” he grunted as he guided his cock inside you.

Once it was fully ensheathed he began to thrust. His balls clapped against your taint as he picked up the pace, his tip pressing up against your cervix.

“Fuck!” you yelped.

Zeke angled your hips upward and drove his cock into you. Ecstasy flooded your core. He held you closer to his body, his thrusts growing in urgency. His breathing labored. He caressed your breasts, his long fingers pinching your nipple.

“I’m close,” he choked out. His grey eyes were hazy with arousal.

“You can wait,” you exhaled.

He groaned and continued to plunge his length into you. His fingernails dug into your hips, adding to your bliss. You grabbed onto his ass and rutted up against him. Your orgasm overwhelmed you and left you seeing stars. You felt like you were hovering above the couch, your pleasure letting you defy the laws of gravity. Though that was probably the weed more than your orgasm.

“Open your mouth. Now,” he commanded, releasing you from the mindless rapture you were lost in.

You did as you were told, getting into position. You hungrily sucked on his cock, milking every drop of cum from him. It flooded your mouth, trickles of it spilling down your chin and onto your chest.

“Such a messy little thing, aren’t you?”

You wiped your mouth and tried to stifle a laugh. “Not my fault you shoot a huge load.”

He grabbed his shirt and tenderly cleaned you up.

“What the fuck, Zeke?”

He tossed the shirt aside and gave you a confused look, eyebrows raised.

“What did I do?”

“You just got cum all over my award.”

You both stared at the dejected black shirt crumpled on the floor.

“My bad, pet,” he said, scratching behind his ear.

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rohansregret · 9 months

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Zeke is a light sleeper and no one can convince me otherwise

pairing: zeke x fem!reader

tags: canonverse, postcoital aftermath (so kinda nsfw) (is it though, im still a little confused)

cw: they kinda have forbidden fuck-buddy relationship here, zeke is kinda a softy here, also zeke being a light sleeper is cuz of abuse in the childhood

wc: 1,6 k

Cold wind escaping from the window brought your body to shivers, merciless bites at the flesh of your exposed forearms and thighs bringing you back from your sweet sleep. An exasperated sigh escaped your lips at unpleasant realization - you had to get up and close the shutters or else you'd freeze to death.

The fact that you were bare under the skimpy cover of blankets wasn't of any help either. From the corner of your forcefully peeled open eye, you noticed a chain of clothes thrown at the floor with no care and left there for the duration of the night - they were yours, most likely. Out of the two of you, only you were too hungry for a cock to mind the orderliness. Not that he was against this, anyway.

As you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, sitting up straight, ready to venture out into the cold of the room, his hand caught your wrist.

"Where are you running off to?" the strain in his voice took a feigned hurt as he pulled your wrist towards him in an attempt to make you fall back into the enveloping yet poor warmth of the bed, "Away from me?"

You turned your head to see him and there he was - lying on the creased soiled sheets, most of the blanket on his side yet bunched up at his hips and barely covering his toned stomach and thighs. His eyes have been on you all that time. So strange to meet his gaze without the barrier of glass lenses. Icy blue and bright, there was not a shadow of drowsiness to them as he took in your naked form. How long has he been awake?

Prying your hand away from him and standing up, you retorted with a huff, "Well, since you were the last to fall asleep and failed to close the window last night, I'm doing it in your stead right now"

The corner of his lips curled at such a toothless rebuke. As you were nearing the window, he changed his position rolling on his side to keep his unbroken gaze on you. Anticipating to capture each one of your careful movements as you trotted lightly on your tiptoes across cold floor.

Sometimes you found yourself baffled by his affection for you and its enviable consistency. Under no light did you ever not captivate him. Like a moth to a flame - it blinded him to the prospects of all possible negative implication that your relationship may and would inevitably bring. After all, in the eyes of everyone you're merely comrades. And comradery didn't exactly entail fucking each other all throughout the night till dawn.

Even now, you couldn't comprehend his lingering gaze. Your body was far from clean - littered with spit stains from his far-from-careful kisses and sticky with sweat, especially on your inner thighs where some of his seed leaked from you - yet he still looked. Consumed, even. Or perhaps it was just him reveling in the fruits of his efforts from this night that evidently by no means were in vain.

"Shame, I thought I made sure that you had no strength in you left to rise to your feet and close the window in the morning," the ice in his eyes began to melt with sun rays spilling over his face. "Not what I was hoping for. "

Your eyebrow quirked in curiosity, "In a freezing room with an open window you were not expecting me to close it," you swallowed a mischievous smile. "What were you hoping for, then?"

Zeke retorted in a blank expression, almost aloof, "You know exactly what I was hoping for."

"You're expecting too much from the likes of me, Captain Yeager," you shot back, barely holding back a grin from splitting your face and stooping to a level lower than his.

Ah, insufferable as ever, almost annoyed with your feigned lack of gumption. He'd never say the words first and neither would you.

"Why are you awake in the first place?" you asked instead of carriying on with you taunts, "and at such early hour, no less?"

Drowsiness was still weighing on you as your jaw went numb with each yawn you were desparately trying to stifle, yet he didn't seem to be affected by an abrupt stop of his sleep at all.

Zeke answered with strange poise and affection, "You were thrashing around in your sleep, I thought something might be wrong." He broke off eye contact, seemingly not interested to see your reaction as if his explanation bore little significance.

"And how long have you been awake?"

Zeke pursed his lips for a moment, clearly disgruntled with the recent turn of the conversation, "An hour for certain."

Your mind in its eternal frivolousness convieniently generated images of Zeke lying by your side, watchful over your sleep whilst neglecting his. Did he simply stare? Or put his hands on your body in a subliminal attempt to lull your uneasy mind with his touch? And did your body respond? The warm knot in your stomach traveled to the tips of your ears.

Oblivious to his annoyance, you cracked an endearing smile as you continued to stand near the window leaning on its sill, "I didn't know you were a light sleeper." with your gaze you try to meet his eyes, hopelessly averted from you, "Is it a recent development or have you been like this since childhood?"

"Since my childhood," the tone of his voice falling to never heard before depths.

Shadows grew on his cheeks and bridge of the nose as Zeke clenched his jaw and frowned. Then, he looked at you - now, without his glasses, he eyes seemed even more raw than usual.

Only now did you realize that in this mindless exchange you may have overstepped with your remarks. You hoped he's not too upset with you for your stupi curiosity. The tackiness on your inner thighs stirred your mind with new force as your eyes finally caught a glimpse of the door to the bathroom.

Still naked and very much freezing, you moved past his bed to the bathroom picking up your discarded clothes on the way, "I have a shift early in the morning so I better start getting ready." you muttered as you were closing the door, "Besides, i don't wanna stay up to late to let everybody in the internment zone see how i frequent your place."

As hot streams washed over you warming up your cold extremities, you let your mind wander in the nice sensation. You found comfort - if not twisted pleasure - in the knowledge that you may not restrict yourself in your usage of hot water since it's Zeke who would be paying the bill. For an honorary Marleyan it wouldn't be a grave expense. And strictly speaking, he also bore part of the blame for your disheveled state and would gladly fuck you to the same state all over again. The memories from previous night coiled up in you as you voiced a slight discontent at the fact that you wouldn't have time for this today anyway.

The air in the room was thick with steam and scent of cheap soap by the time you were done cleaning up. All the muscles in your body, previously tense, grew more and more relaxed after the heat treatment. Whilst standing in front of the mirror inspecting your face neck in search of any damning evidence of passionate sex, you nearly lost yourself.

So much so, that you failed to heat the sound of the door handle turning and hinges creaking. By the time you noticed Zeke, he'd already snaked his arms around your waist, beard prickling at your shoulder as he rested his chin on it.

"When does your shift start exactly?" a whisper poured into your ear.

You were thankful that he - unlike you - was already dressed, lest the laughably small space between your bodies would be too unnbearable, "In two hours but it's on the other side of the internment zone."

You shot up your eyes to the mirror. In there you could see Zeke's form towering over you yet desparate to envelope your fresh body. A low hum vibrated through your skin all the way to your heart. There's still time, you had the insolence to assume Zeke's thought process. Though it was pretty obvious that he was extremely pleased with this fact as he weighed down on you even more, his eyes closing.

A soft chuckle escaped your throat at the utter lack of personal space he's granted you, "But i still have to get ready," your mindful words failed to repell him.

As he lifted up his head, from the corner of your eye you could notice his unblinking gaze locked on your features, "Even in your sleep you're very beautiful," he said with an unwavering calmness to his voice, "So tranquil. Even the sniffles you make are adorable."

Constricted from movement in the cradle of his posessive embrace, you can do nothing but to look at him through the mirror's reflection. The most neutral expression was painted on his features, as if the words falling from his lips weren't radiating almost intoxicating level of endearment.

The curiosity got the better of you, "Was it the first time for you? Watching me?"

His hot breath fanning over the shell of your ear, you felt his lips pressing against your temple. The warmth spreading in your chest made it hard to make a single inhale.

"Every time you stay, you wake me up and i watch you till i fall asleep again," confession rolling off his lips so easily.

Suddenly you felt so overflowing with tenderness, it was making you numb. Laying your head back against your shoulder, you looked back at his eyes. Without the glasses, their gaze felt even warmer, the heat radiating on your features.

"Are you up for some coffee? I've made some in the kitchen"

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rohansregret · 10 months

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⇝ cowboy .

Rodolfo Parra x Fem!AFAB!Reader.

SUMMARY: You don't like Rudy's new hat.

WARNINGS: NSFW!! Some fluffy moments<3.

A/N: Based on this image here! Finally got it out 😭 I'm going to pass out now good night! (Please reblog and comment it helps a lot!!!) Also not proofread, that'll have to wait till tomorrow 😭.

WORD COUNT: 3.5k.

Translations are at the end!

Also on ao3 !

MASTERLIST.

"What. Is. That."

"¿No te gusta?" Rodolfo chuckled, pinching the rim of the hay and running the fingers along it, adjusting it over his head of curls, the contrast between the sombrero and the boxers he was currently sporting enough to make you laugh. "Era de mi papá. Found it looking through my mom's attic."

"Rudy…" you trailed off, sucking in air through your teeth as you watched him admire himself in the mirror, a goofy smile plastered on his face. "I think it's the underwear that's not doing it for me."

You meant that innocently, of course. Imagining him in his normal clothes with the hat was way more attractive than whatever was going on right now, but by the way he turned towards you with a sparkle in his eye and his hands resting on his hips right above the elastic band of said underwear, he'd clearly taken it the dirty way.

"Oh? So you'd rather me without them?"

Your face went warm, rolling your eyes and turning around in your shared bed, clicking your tongue in annoyance. "You know I didn't mean it like that. Take it off and come to bed."

"Aguafiestas." He grumbled, balancing the hat carefully on top of the full length mirror before adjusting his underwear, climbing back into bed per request and wrapping his arms around you instantaneously. "My father told me that mom took one look at him in that hat and fell head over heels for him!"

"Yeah? Well your father lied, Rudy. Go to sleep."

"Ay, cómo me hieres, mi vida."

A few weeks passed before you saw him wear the damned hat again. It hung on the mirror where he'd left it, and it didn't move until some of his family came over to his house to celebrate one of his niece's birthdays, since of course, uncle Rudy had the biggest house and was always willing to have his family come over.

You were very fond of his family, as were they towards you, so you had no problem with them celebrating at your place since it was always a whole lot of fun, and you could just snuggle with your husband on one of the chairs they put outside and sip on a beer while chatting away with his relatives.

And that's exactly what you were doing, sitting on Rudy's lap in one of the plastic chairs his brother had brought over, running your fingers through his hair while he worked on finishing his second beer and entertained his smallest nephew, who's current fixation was apparently cowboys. And as luck would have it, Rudy was one (well, a self proclaimed one, you doubted he and Alejandro actually did any horse riding or used lassos back at base.), and the small boy had immediately taken a liking to him after his father had redirected him towards you both, no doubt wanting to get some peace with his own wife.

"And you wear hats? Like the movies?" The boy spoke, waving his hands around his head to further his point, gasping as Rudy nodded and slapped a hand down onto your thigh, your immediate response being to hit him in the chest.

"Así es. Shoot guns, too."

"Woah!" The little boy had sparkles in his eyes, which only brightened when his grandma came over and placed a hand on Rudy's shoulder, gesturing towards the house.

"How about you go show him the hat? I'm sure your dad would like to see you wear it too."

"Dale, ahora vuelvo." He grinned, pressing a kiss to your cheek (you didn't miss the cheeky look in his eye) before sliding out from under you, rushing back inside.

"He told me you fell for his dad as soon as you saw the hat." You commented over to his mother, taking the almost empty beer Rudy had left and finishing it off.

She snorted, waving her hand at you dismissively. "Ay, no, he looked ridiculous in it. Just didn't have the heart to tell him."

You deadpanned at her, not believing your ears. "So why'd you give it to Rudy?" You whined, making her laugh.

"Thought I'd enjoy seeing you suffer a bit, mija."

You threw your head back in exasperation, hitting it against the hard plastic of the chair as soon as you saw Rudy return with the hat on, whistling and compliments erupting from everyone as he quite basically sauntered back over to you, lifting you up and taking back his rightful spot with you on his lap, an unamused look on your face.

After entertaining his nephew for a bit, he turned back to you, arms wrapped around your waist and a sweet smile on his lips, his hands stroking at the warm skin your clothes didn't cover. "Ay, come on, it can't be that bad."

Well… he wasn't wrong. Although it still clashed a bit with the clothes he was currently wearing, you couldn't lie that it didn't look horrible on him, at least it wasn't one of the Mariachi hats you'd seen hung up at his dad's house the last time you went over.

You raised a hand to cup his cheek, face growing warm as he immediately leaned into you, eyes fluttering closed and a soft sigh leaving him, relaxing under your touch.

"It's… not awful." You murmured, bringing his face closer so you could press a short kiss to the tip of his nose. "Mi vaquero."

He laughed, tilting his head up to kiss you properly, pulling back after a bit and smiling. "Eso es, tu vaquero."

You spent the remaining hours of the night like that, perched on his lap sharing short chaste kisses with him, only stopping for him to get another beer or when his father came over to slam his hand onto Rudy's back, laughing boastfully about how he told him the hat worked.

And you were horrified to say, at the end of the night, that his father wasn't wrong.

Watching him clean up and wash the dishes with the hat still on, shouldn't have been as attractive as it was.

Some of his family still loitered outside, and watching Rudy with his hands on his waist like his mother usually did telling his brothers to make sure to clean after themselves before leaving was definitely one of the highlights of your night, but you didn't mind.

After throwing away some empty bottles, you passed the guest bathroom, stopping in your tracks as you saw Rudy standing in front of the mirror, rubbing at his stubble with a concentrated look.

"Howdy, cowboy." You said in an overly western accent, getting a laugh out of him as he turned to look at you. "What happened to our bathroom upstairs?"

"Oh, one of the kids spilled their drink all over themselves, my sister's cleaning them up." He explained with a shrug, watching you carefully as you walked in and closed the door behind you, hopping up onto the counter and sending him a wide smile. "¿Qué?"

"Nothing." You reached out a hand to brush against his cheek, warmth pooling in your tummy as he instantly melted into your touch, running your fingers over the five o'clock shadow he'd been sporting for a while. "You know… The hat's actually doing it for me."

The way his whole face brightened could've been enough to rival every single star in the galaxy.

"¿En serio?"

"En serio." You repeated with a smile, watching him slowly make his way between your legs, his warm hands running down your exposed thighs and making their home there, cockiness oozing out of him.

"Hmm… I told you it worked. You should be glad you're the only woman I've worn it around…" He joked, leaning in to continue the kisses you'd both been sharing across the night, letting you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

"Like anyone else would love you and your dorky hat the way I do." You teased, pulling down at his hat from the back and giggling as he furrowed his brows and pursed his lips in mock anger.

"Hmph." He stopped moving, leaving you to be the one continuing the kisses, stopping in your tracks when you realised you were the only one putting effort into your little makeout session.

"What?" You laughed, knowing his anger wasn't serious. "Little cowboy can't handle the truth?"

The condescending giggle and the way you pulled down at the front of his hat so it would cover his eyes turned his fake anger into a simmering irritation, the grip he had on your thighs tightening.

His cheeks burned from beneath the hat, although he couldn't lie that the spot around his crotch wasn't growing tighter, your mocking tone making him want to do nothing more than to bend you over the counter and teach you a lesson. Despite how rarely he got into this state of mind where all he wanted was to fuck you as roughly as he could, when he did, the only goal in his mind was to get you to a point where the only thing coming out of your mouth was his name.

And now, he knew it was a tiny bit ridiculous getting this worked up over some teasing jokes, but from past experience, he knew you never complained when he got like this.

"Oh, c'mon. Are you crying?" You snickered, flicking the brim of his hat up so you could see his eyes, ready to crack and start giggling when you would inevitably see his own face struggling not to laugh, but you froze in your tracks when you saw the way his eyes had darkened.

Oh.

A pleasurable shiver ran down your spine as you realised what you'd gotten into, dropping your hands down to his that were still perched on your thighs, taking them and directing them to grab onto your waist, freezing as he pulled them back away from you and grabbed onto your thighs once again, wrapping them around his waist and pulling your along.

"¿Te crees graciosa, mi amor?"

You kept your mouth closed, slowly hooking your feet behind his back to keep him close, shaking your head at him.

"Shy all of a sudden? What happened to that snarky mouth of yours?" He grumbled, one of his hands coming down to slap at the top of your thighs, near your ass. "Think we can find a better way to keep it occupied that isn't insulting your poor husband?"

You immediately nodded, giddiness filling your body as you watched him step back and start unbuckling his belt, taking that as the clue to jump off the counter and slide to your knees, shuffling towards him and sitting down on your heels expectantly, looking up at him through your eyelashes as he unzipped his fly.

"Cálmate."

Despite the angry façade he was trying to keep up, he couldn't help the smile that pulled at his lips as soon as he held his cock out in front of you, the awestruck look that you wore never failing to boost his ego and make him giddy.

"Venga. You can touch."

As soon as those words had left his mouth, you took him into your own, enjoying the slight salty taste he had from having sat outside in the sun for so long, arms coming up to grab at his jeans as you took him all the way down to the base, eyes rolling into the back of your head as his hand grabbed at the back of your head, pushing your face into the tuft of curls that adorned the base of his beautiful cock.

"Ay… Así es, mi amor… good girl …"

You moaned at his praise, sending vibrations right up his spine and making him throw his head back, the feeling of your mouth drooling around his cock always a beautiful sight.

You pulled back, resorting to giving yourself a quick break and peppering kisses all over him, taking a few moments to press a few to his balls, knowing he was extra sensitive down there, before going back to training your throat to take him once again. It wasn't like you'd never had him in your mouth before, hell, you'd spend all day between his legs if you could, but you were never fully able to get used to his massive size, always slightly struggling when giving him a blowjob and when taking him normally.

"Ay, que linda te ves…" He sighed, brushing some strands of your hair away from your eyes so he could gaze into them properly, thighs stuttering as you gagged around him, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths to regain his proper mindset. "Okay, come on… Dios, I need to fuck you so badly."

You seemed to have forgotten who'd been in charge a few moments back due to how his tone had changed back to his normal, sweet one that he used during soft sex, completely ignoring his request and continuing to slide his cock down your throat, fingers running over the sensitive base and massaging his balls.

He growled, throwing his head back and indulging you for a few more moments before finally grasping at your hair and forcibly pulling you back, looking down at your tear and drool stained face as you both regained your breath.

"I told you to stop. Can't listen to a single thing I say, huh? Let's see if you get this one, then. Arriba."

You immediately got up as he tugged at your hair upwards, not rough enough to hurt, but hard enough to convey the message.

He met you with a sloppy kiss, not even caring that you'd been sucking his dick mere moments ago, just needing to have your lips against his.

"Venga, venga." He murmured as he tried pulling away, but got too distracted on how pretty you sounded while he kissed you dumb, hands grabbing at your waistband so he could pull down your shorts while distracting you with his breathtaking kiss. "Up." He breathed out once your shorts were lying on the ground, raising your arms so he could easily tug your shirt off and wrench off your bra, hands immediately grabbing at your breasts, thumb and pointer finger pulling and tugging at your nipples until they were hard and sore.

"Oww, Rudy…" you whined against his lips, crying out as he grabbed you by the hair again and moved you both back to the counter, carefully yet still roughly bending you over and pushing your flushed face against the cool marble.

"Stay." He snapped, slapping at you ass when he saw you try to squirm, tugging at his cock a few more times with a few breathless moans before deeming himself ready enough, pushing aside your panties to reveal your sopping wet hole. "No mames… You're fucking soaking, mi vida…"

You whined in embarrassment, trying to move away from his burning gaze but only getting another slap to the ass instead.

"Ay, nothing to be embarrassed about…" He cooed, smiling at the loud moan that left your lips as soon as his cock pressed against your entrance. "Makes me feel real happy that you're this turned on because of me."

Without even letting you reply, he pushed right in, the sound that left you akin to a scream and muffling the moan that escaped him.

"Rudy!" You cried out, tears bordering your eyes as you pulsed around him, whimpering once his hands landed on your waist and he leaned down to kiss all over your back, rubbing his stubble against your skin with a snicker to watch you squirm.

"Yeah, it's me… Come on, you tell me…" He murmured between soft kisses, despite the bad guy stance he'd taken at the beginning still worried about your wellbeing and enjoyment during, waiting for you to adjust so he could pound into you.

After a few moments of deep breaths and getting used to his cock pressing deep against you (also enjoying the soft kisses he was peppering all over your skin), you let out a small whimper, grinding your ass back onto his cock and waiting for him to get the gist.

And when he did, oh, his hand landed over your tailbone, using that as leverage to pull out and slam back in, your body jolting at the sudden intrusion and the weird feeling of your tits rubbing against cold marble, the warm sensation your husband was causing down there contrasting with how cold your upper body felt when pressed to the cool counter.

"So, so good!!" You praised with a cry, one of his hands grabbing at your wrists and tugging the back, holding them together as he continued to slam in and out of you, the head of his cock almost always hitting that one spot he'd memorised by now, feeling every single ridge and vein rub against your insides in the best way possible. "So good, Rudy!!'

"Yeah? That good, mi vida?" He moaned out, rolling his hips to get deeper and to pull a crying mewl out of you, chuckling as he saw the drool dribbling down your mouth and onto the counter. "¿Tan solo empezamos y ya estás tontita?"

His knees pushed your legs further apart, giving him more space to ram his cock into and make you see stars, body shaking around his cock as you both got closer to the edge despite his initial remarks, the rough feeling of his cock battering your insides enough to get you both to your orgasms quicker than usual.

"'m- gonna-"

"Sí, ya sé. You can do it, amor… Cum for me, okay?" He whimpered, his free hand coming down to where you both connected to find your clit, rubbing his thumb against in the way he knew would drive you crazy, smiling sweetly as you looked over your shoulder to make eye contact with him, almost rolling your eyes out of exasperation when you saw the hat still sitting on his now dishevelled curls. "Still here."

Whether he was talking about the hat or himself, you didn't know.

Once the knot inside of you had snapped, and your walls had tightened around his cock, juices squirting around his cock and staining his crotch, he finally gave himself the liberty to cum, letting your wrists go and grabbing onto your ass, using it as leverage to quickly rutt into you, biting down onto his tongue as you made no move to stop him from cumming inside, heart rate spiking as he got more and more excited to finish inside, making eye contact with you once again while he was about to near his release only to see the dumbstruck smile that pulled at your lips, as if you were explicitly waiting for him to finish inside.

That was enough to have his eyes rolling back and his hips stuttering, pressing himself deep inside you and letting himself go, his seed filling you and almost immediately overflowing, your combined juices leaking out of you despite his cock acting like a plug.

"Got a bit excited there, huh?" You said through deep breaths, mentioning the way you'd seen him grin almost manically as he thought about cumming inside. "Degenerate."

"Cállate." He laughed, taking his own deep breath as he leaned over and pressed your lips together, hat sliding off his head and hitting your forehead. "Ay, perdón."

You slapped his hands away before he could take it, pushing him away and forcing him to pull out in the process, allowing you to finally turn around and sit down on the counter like you had before, taking the hat into your hands and placing it messily over your dishevelled hair.

"How'd I look?" You laughed, leaning your sweaty body against the mirror and closing your eyes out of exhaustion.

A beat.

"Rudy?"

Silence.

You cracked one eye open, jaw falling open as your eyes landed on his once again hard cock, unbelieving that he'd gotten turned on after such a session just by seeing you in his hat.

"Oh my god, Rudy. How are you-"

You both froze as the door to the upstairs bathroom opened, listening to his sister and her son talk all the way downstairs and disappear into the backyard, turning back to each other as soon as silence reigned again.

You squealed as he lunged towards you, grabbing at your plush thighs and letting yourself wrap around his body, arms and legs clinging onto him as he didn't even bother to grab at your discarded clothing, slamming the bathroom door open and loudly running upstairs with you in his arms, not wanting to accidentally flash anyone.

You laughed as you both landed on your shared bed, hat still somehow intact as he pulled it off you, putting it back on with a goofy grin.

"How about a second round, mi vida?"

¿No te gusta? — You don't like it?

Era de mi papá. — It was my dad's.

Aguafiestas. — Spoilsport.

Ay, cómo me hieres. — Oh, how you wound me.

Dale, ahora vuelvo. — Alright, I'll be right back.

¿En serio? — Seriously?

¿Te crees graciosa? — You think you're funny?

Cálmate. — Calm down.

Qué linda te ves. — You look so beautiful.

Arriba. — Up.

¿Tan solo empezamos y ya estás tontita? — We just started and you've already gone stupid?

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inspired byyy @kneelingshadowsalome ‘s just friends fanfic :33333

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Bodyguard

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Synopsis: Bodyguard AU - Simon is assigned as your personal protection.

Warnings: Cursing, fingering (F receiving), p-in-v sex, unprotected/unsafe sex.

Requested: Anonymous

A/N: Reader is a bit of a dom in this, thought it suited the position.

You were always composed, even among the worst of situations. Regardless of the weight on your shoulders, the stress of your career, you carried it with ease.

Your work was full of lighthearted conversations, asking simple questions and giving shallow answers. It was never deeper than that, and you had no trouble navigating nuanced conversations. You always kept a solid, agreeable disposition, not easily swayed by outward forces; you had no other choice.

Though when you first laid eyes on him- your personal bodyguard, you felt the composure crack just a bit. Enough that you couldn't help your eyes following him as he strode through the hotel lobby. Your first meeting had forced a wave of heat over your body, when he met your gaze and introduced himself with an unanticipated, British accent, and hardened voice. He'd caught your eye, forced you into an uncomfortably vulnerable position, which wasn't usual for you.

He was harsh, a bit blunt- but you didn't mind. You were familiar with the ex-military type of men that usually found themselves in that line of work. Stoic, reserved, but intimidating. You liked your privacy, not answering mindless questions or making idle conversation- nothing like the hollow prodding of foreign delegates.

He was no different than the others before him, aside from the sinful thoughts that crossed your mind when you laid eyes on him. He made it a point to keep distance between you, only tending to you when you asked, no polite conversation required. You didn't expect any less, not from a foreign national who likely had no interest in making conversation with a diplomat.

You'd been in and out of meetings the entire week, driven around by the mountain of a man. He hadn't left your side, suited in a kevlar vest and carrying a handgun. He'd watched you bury yourself in your work, dig into the unpleasant parts of your job that needed to be done. He admired that kind of work ethic, even if you were a foreigner.

Your conversations were brief and uninviting. It was easy to discern his distaste for small-talk. He'd built a wall around himself, that much was evident, but it only spurred your desire to delve into unsavoury territory. You saw yourself in him, a reflection of someone who'd closed themselves off from meaningful relationships, an effort to remain unbound and free from complications.

The week had flown by. Little by little, you came to see glimpses of his personality, what made him chuckle, what he liked and disliked. It was vague, but enough for you to come to enjoy- inadvertently. You were lonely, there was no room for denial there, and in your vulnerable state, you'd found yourself wanting more.

That much was a shock. Though, you'd also kept your distance, not allowing yourself to be caught staring, remaining composed even if your heart was pounding in his presence. The added stress of an upcoming dinner didn't help your fragile state.

It was common for foreign politicians to host dinners, welcoming you to their country while promoting the image of peace. It was a tradition that you'd grown used to and learned to tolerate regardless of the strain it put on you.

It sneaked up, between conferences and meetings; a dinner scheduled with the Prime Minister's associates, and you couldn't be a minute late.

You'd already finished with your hair and makeup, zipping yourself into the tight dress until you couldn't reach above your shoulders. You were frustrated and already running behind your tight schedule. You let an exasperated sigh leave your lips before you called for Simon.

"Everythin' alright?" He asked, cracking the door.

You sighed again, walking to meet him halfway.

"I can't do the zipper up," You said. "Would you mind?"

He'd seen you in every state; half-asleep, post-shower, even casual dress- but the sight of you in a dress that highlighted all the right places made his knees weak. He couldn't meet your eyes, not for a moment while he blinked away the thoughts of you that ambushed him.

He nodded briskly, and you spun around while moving your hair to allow his fingers to do-up the rest of the closure. His fingertips brushed the skin on your back, feeling the silky texture beneath his rough hands. You forced yourself not to shiver, not to give in to the warmth crawling it's way down your abdomen.

"Thanks," You nodded.

You tugged at the dress that sat on your curves, settling it appropriately over your cleavage and hips. Your feet slipped into heels, offering Simon a quick, haphazard smile full of unseen nerves.

"Let's go," You nodded, grabbing your purse before leaving the hotel room with Simon following close behind.

He drove you to your meeting. He'd kept quiet while driving, his hand clinging to the steering wheel, sneaking glances of you in the rear view mirror. He could see you fixing your lipstick in your pocket mirror, one knee hooked over the other, lips rubbing the colour together.

He couldn't deny, he imagined those heels strung over his shoulders, maybe even digging into his back- though his head twitched while he forced himself to focus.

You were no better; your eyes had been studying the side of his head, drawn further down to the tattoos showing on his forearm. You watched him from your spot in the backseat, painfully willing yourself not to imagine him hovering over you, buried between your thighs, but it was a useless endeavour.

It took you off guard, finding yourself so flustered in his presence that it was difficult to manage simple conversation. You were grateful he didn't talk much, liked the silence as much as you.

Throughout dinner, you could feel him watching. His eyes locked in on you, studying your face as you smiled and laughed at the uninteresting conversation in front of you.

Your eyes darted to Simon's, finding his gaze already on you. Regardless of your preference for privacy, you felt a connection. A longing, for something more than cheap discussions and placid smiles. It could've been the wine, or delusions caused by stress, but it distracted you.

Simon's domineering stare never left you, not within the few hours it took to finish your meal, and during the conversation that followed.

Ordinarily, you'd think nothing of it- if anything, it would be expected, or a good choice of personal protection; but the stiffness in his stance, eyes surveilling your body, the hand that touched the small of your back as he guided you from the restaurant- your gut told you he wanted more.

You did indulge more than a few glasses of wine near the end, knowing you'd share a ride back to your hotel with Simon. It was liquid courage, filling your veins in the hopes that you'd be able to tolerate the ten-minute drive without feeling flustered.

As he opened the door for you, welcoming you back to the empty hotel room, you stopped just inside.

Your heart was pounding against your rib cage- the wine causing a bit of blurriness in your vision and a boost of confidence upon seeing him so close, only a foot outside your room. It made avoiding temptation so much more difficult than you were equipped to handle.

"Would you like a drink?" You asked, your hand resting on the door as you held it open.

"'M on duty," He shook his head, stepping back.

"Not for much longer," You replied, checking the time over your shoulder.

His weight shifted, wondering if it was worth the risk, if you were worth the risk. As his eyes wandered down your frame, he sighed quietly. Willpower was his strong suit, but after a week of watching you torment him with your silk bathrobe and tight-fitting dresses, he'd been worn down.

"Alright," He conceded with a nod.

He stepped inside, ridding himself of his utility belt and vest, making himself comfortable on the hard armchair across from the couch. He wasn't one for much conversation, and your request came as a surprise.

He wondered if maybe you'd offered him a drink to thank him- it was your last night under his watch, after all; though a less disciplined part of him hoped it would be an invitation to have his fantasies fulfilled.

"You prefer Scotch or Bourbon?" You asked, gazing over your shoulder at him.

"Bourbon," He replied.

He was leaned over, elbows on his thighs as he watched you rummage for two glasses and pour the bourbon over ice.

You joined him in the sitting area, handing him the glass before taking a seat across from him. Your feet curled up under you, resting your elbow on the back of the couch while you looked at him.

"Have you been doing this long?" You asked, finishing a sip.

"Few years, after I left the military."

You smiled softly, "I thought you were a vet. How long?"

"Too long," He answered, fingers clasping the glass as he watched you.

Your eyes narrowed at him.

"Did you have many deployments?"

"More than a few."

"Must've been hard to be away from your family."

You diverted your gaze to the bourbon in your glass, waiting with baited breath for his answer. You hadn't seen a wedding ring, though the times he went without gloves were few and far between.

"No family," He shook his head. "Don't have time for it."

"Your wife, then?"

"If you wanna ask me somethin', prefer you just ask it," He was leaning even closer, his stare was agonizingly precise.

You could feel the taunting smirk on his face, the tone of his voice inviting you to find out what his intentions were, how he felt about you. He could read you well, notice the changes in your demeanour, your breathing.

You took in a deep breath as you wondered if he was silently hoping you'd get on with it already. You liked getting to know him, though. If not to pry in his personal life so you knew just how far things could go.

The look in his eyes, one of focus and unwavering dedication to give you all of his attention, had you trembling with desire. Unravelling your legs, you strode to stand before him, and he sat up straighter.

It was a risk, though most of the risk had been diminished when he flirted with you, practically offered himself to you. And when his hands wrapped around your thighs, you knew exactly what he wanted.

"Do you have a wife? Girlfriend?" You asked, leaning in closer.

"If I did, wouldn't have come in here."

"Fair enough."

"You gonna keep askin' me questions or take this dress off?"

His hands had a firm grasp on your thighs, keeping you pinned to the spot.

Your hands landed on his shoulders. "Help me?"

He unzipped your dress, his hands helping to slide it down your shoulders. Once you'd slid it down your body, he looked you over, pulling you onto his lap.

"Couldn't take my eyes off you in that fuckin' dress," He muttered, leaning into your neck.

You hummed with satisfaction, "I noticed."

"S'pose I ain't subtle when I want somethin'."

Your cheeks flushed- maybe the drinks, or maybe the feeling of his hands on your body, but his words seemed to cover you in a fog of lust.

"I like that," You grinned.

He lifted the mask to the bridge of his nose, his lips now visible. It was the most you'd seen of his face, aside from his eyes, and it was pleasing. It was mostly as expected- stubble, full lips; though your admiring was interrupted when he pressed his lips to your neck.

He gave wet, open-mouthed kisses, soothed by his tongue, teeth grazing your silky flesh. You'd let your head fall back, eyes shutting as you savoured the goosebumps he coaxed from your body.

The warmth between your thighs spread, engulfing every limb until it felt like you were on fire- especially when his hand reached around, taking a handful of your ass with rough palms.

Your hands, in turn, slid down his chest, feeling the hardness of his pecs, mountains of muscle across his body. He was warm beneath your touch, feverish with lust, burning up just at the thought of your body against his. He was pushing his groin up into you; heavy breaths in your neck, hands grabbing whatever they could reach.

One of his hands slithered between your thighs, calloused fingers finding the crest of your pussy to apply pressure. Your lips moulded together, a soft hum of pleasure escaping in a sigh through your nose.

Still, he leaned into your neck, had a handful of your backside in his grip, manhandling you to grind your pussy over his fingers.

"Just like that," You moaned softly, gentle pants of pleasure fanning against his neck.

He only sighed quietly in response, his groin pressed against you, hips rocking into you. Already, you were leaking through your panties, the fabric sticking to the slick lubrication dripping between your thighs.

"You're wet already, sweetheart," He grumbled in your ear.

"I know," You moaned faintly. "I need more."

His hand disappeared for a moment, belt buckle clanking together, unzipping his pants as he pulled his cock from his briefs. Your eyes lifted to his, perching forward, using your hand to gently glide his cock into your entrance.

He buried his face in your neck as your palm guided him to the tight embrace of your pussy- ridges of his cock sliding past the velvety barrier with ease.

"Slow," He grumbled. "Fuck me-" He choked out.

The tip of his cock just barely pushed past the slick lining of your pussy, and he dropped his head back. In unison, groans of pleasure left your lips as you lowered yourself onto his cock, opening yourself up until he was finally buried inside you.

"Christ, sweetheart," He muttered, his hands finding your hips.

You didn't stop, moving your hips forward as he lifted his head to find your eyes. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth, harsh grunts leaving his chest.

"You feel good," He mumbled.

"Tell me how good," You breathed, your hands meeting around the back of his neck.

"Real fuckin' good," He grunted.

His hips inadvertently bucked up into you, causing a flash of a smile to cross your lips, before he reached down and rubbed his fingers over your clit.

Your pace faltered for a moment, a quiet whimper escaping, before you pulled yourself even closer, grinding on his lap. Your arm wrapped around his neck, desperately chasing the friction his fingers offered, the depth of him inside you.

His fingers had a bruising hold on the flesh of your waist, his face nearly buried in your breasts as you rocked into him.

Low grunts of pleasure were muffled against your skin, his body rigid while he resisted the urge to climax. Your lips parted as puffs of air escaped, fighting to catch your breath between the pleasure and exertion.

He went to pin you to the couch cushions, set the pace himself, when you stopped him with a hand on his chest.

"I get what I need," You exhaled, still grinding your hips against his. "Then, you can have what you want."

He was pleasantly surprised. He'd never been one for giving up control, though watching your hips move, your breasts in his face- it wasn't so difficult to sit back and let you ride his cock.

"Get on with it, then," He said, leaving a harsh smack on your ass.

"Use your fingers," You shot back, nearly breathless.

"You ever say please?" He cocked his head.

"Please," You spat out.

You watched his lip twitch, then felt his rough fingers rub circles over your clit. You hunched over, leaning on his shoulders for support, smelling the faint scent of his cologne, listening to the deep breaths he was desperately trying to camouflage.

It was enough to bring your climax to fruition, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure engulfed you, soft tremors in your legs and hips as it migrated outward.

Your head fell back, lips open in a gasp that had been suffocated by your heavy breathing. Your fingers dug into the taught muscle of his shoulders, toes curling while your body hit plateaus of pleasure.

"That's it," He drawled. "There it is."

You whimpered softly as the pleasure dissipated, leaving you soft and pliable, relaxed. Then, he moved you to the cushions, pulling your legs around his torso.

He drove his cock into you, feeling the after-effects of your orgasm in the form of short contractions. Each time your pussy squeezed his cock, he was pushed even closer to cumming. His breathing sped up, elbows digging into the couch as he buried his cock in you.

You were useless, lifeless against the couch, hanging onto his neck as he thrusted into you. Breaths fanning your chest and collarbones as he buried his head into you, groaning harshly.

He hurriedly pulled out of you, tugging his cock a few times before releasing his cum over your stomach. A few twitches, low groans, soft exhales; his eyes met yours in the aftermath of his orgasm.

You laid back, relaxing as he brought you your robe and a towel. You quickly cleaned off, tying your robe around your waist as he tugged his vest over his head and grabbed his gear.

"Thanks," You nodded, your eyes barely meeting his. "For this past week, and for that."

He huffed- a small expression of amusement.

"Let me know next time you're in town."

"Probably won't be for another few years," You sighed, your hand holding the door for him once again. "If I had a reason to, I'd stop by."

He then grinned, "Here," He rummaged through the fatigue pocket of his vest, handing you a card.

It had his name and a phone number, not listed whether it was personal or business.

"If you find yourself in need of my services. Anytime."

You smiled, taking the card and examining it.

"How's next week sound?"

"Good."

"I look forward to it."

He left you with a short goodbye, thumbs hooked in his vest as he wandered off, giving one last look over his shoulder before disappearing.

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Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley 🖤

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𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬

Nikolai x f!reader

Summary: Nikolai gets an idea

Tags: established relationship, suggestive, allusions to sex, unsafe ladder practices (don’t lean on a ladder stupidly like Nikolai does, boys)

Notes: a little something for my boy, my beloved, Nikolai, just something whilst I’m bogged down with exams

370 words, lightly edited, Nikolai deserves more love

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“You know, Nik,” she said, mug in hand leaning against the doorway to their bedroom, eyeing up her boyfriend, Nikolai, currently halfway up a ladder, drill in hand as he secured the mirror to the ceiling, “this is definitely one of your weirder ideas.”

“How so, my love?” He called, and resumed drilling.

When Nikolai had came down from his shower, pressing himself to her back to wrap his arms around her, kissing her cheek as she washed up the plates from the glorious breakfast he had made them both, cheerfully telling her that he had an idea for the mirror they had both picked up for their living room, intending to hang it in the wall alongside some of their pictures, which had turned up to be much bigger than the listing online (too big for the wall above the old fireplace, she had grumbled when they had lifted it and room, taken one look at the wall, the mirror, then moved to the attic), she had been confused more than anything, asking him why he wanted the mirror on the ceiling until it clicked the second she voiced her confusion.

“Well, for starters, it’s hardly practical.” the mirror wasn’t heavy, but awkward, “that’s seven years of bad luck if you drop that at least.”

“I am sure you will counteract that, my love.” She flushed.

“Secondly, you’ll hardly benefit from it.” She grumbled, finishing the last of her tea.

“Dearest, it is not for me.” Nikolai chuckled, “I know how much you enjoy watching.”

She choked on the last of her tea and Nikolai laughed, gripping the ladder for stability. She guffawed at him.

“I do not like watching!”

Nikolai lowered the drill, the mirror finally secured to the ceiling. He leaned on the ladder, looking at her with a grin on his face.

“Do you not remember last year when we were staying in that hotel—“

“Nikolai!”

He climbed back down from the ladder, folding it back up and leaning it against the wall beside the door, grabbing her empty mug and placing it on the chest of drawers.

“Well?”

Nikolai leaned down, cupping her chin, easing a thumb into her mouth.

“Want to try it?”

This struck me one day and I found it funny, but couldn’t be bothered to write actual smut so this is what you all get instead

I’m hoping to write some more Nikolai x reader fics because he’s pretty underrated, plus it gives me something to do in between bigger fics

Feedback, as always, is appreciated

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Another Miguel O’Hara piece 🕷️

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some spicy wips

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Barry Sloane

Revenge (2011)

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high water

part one | part two

characters: nikolai

summary: your day off ends up being far more eventful than you originally planned.

genre: fluff, explicit, fem!reader (bravo 0-5)

warnings: semi-proofread, cursing, slight possessive!nik, he’s a massive simp, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected piv, heavy praise, slight size kink, lil' breeding 🫣, i don’t know russian

word count: 6k

note: something about a 6'4" war machine on his knees just heals me in ways nothing else can

also got a little silly and made this 6,000 words <3

you stroll into the communal kitchen well after the sun has risen in the sky, immediately being greeted by the two sergeants sitting at a table nearby, chatting away about something until they see you.

"any plans today, l.t.?" soap asks, his chin resting in the palm of his hand as he looks in your direction. gaz raises his coffee cup towards you as a silent "hello", a relaxed smile on his face.

"oh, yes, big plans today." you huff out a small laugh while pouring yourself a cup of coffee. "i’ve got a busy day of 'nothing' all planned out. no training, no work, no annoying rookies breathing down my neck."

you saunter over to the pair and regard them with a smile of your own. "today is dedicated to doing absolutely nothing." you cheerfully add while settling in an empty seat, earning small noises of agreement from the two.

"seems like we’ve all got the same plans." gaz says with a soft laugh. he goes to sip his drink again, before his eyes suddenly light up in realization and he shoots you a curious look. "say, lieutenant, haven’t you and nik been getting along lately?"

you nearly choke on your drink, but attempt to play it off by clearing your throat. "i’d say we’re, uh… good friends, after all the work we’ve done together," your voice wavers just slightly as you string together an explanation. nikolai and you haven’t told the rest of the team about your relationship, nor did you have any intentions to for the time being - the second they find out, your days of peace are over.

"why do you ask?" you send both men a wary glance, noting their relaxed expressions. maybe they don’t know. just act casual.

gaz shrugs, leaning back in his chair. "saw him in the airfield earlier, figured you’d like to know." he says, and you internally breathe a sigh of relief. "heard you saved his ass after he got shot, too, so i thought you’d want to check up on him."

"hard to imagine a guy like him taking a bullet," soap chuckles from your other side, shaking his head. "usually he’s saving us after we get shot."

"i get the feeling nik’s been shot more than either of us." gaz motions between himself and soap, who concedes with a grin. "combined, probably." soap adds after a beat, making you halfheartedly roll your eyes at the pair.

"can all of you just stop getting shot?" you jokingly suggest. the sergeants immediately shake their heads in tandem, with claims of your proposal being "boring" and "lame" falling from their lips.

as the two continue to gripe about your suggestion, you push back in your chair and stand up. "well, i’m going to check on the bullet sponge," you announce, heading towards the door. soap interrupts himself with a barking laugh, while gaz nearly snorts into his cup. "do me a favor and stay away from the shooting range, yeah?" you add from the doorway.

you can hear two shouts of "no promises!" as you leave and head to the airfield.

when you arrive, you’re greeted with… nothing, surprisingly. nikolai is nowhere to be seen, even as you investigate near the black hawk that you knew belonged to him.

"looking for someone?" a cheerful voice asks from behind while you scan the airfield, making you jolt with a startled gasp. you spin around and come face-to-face with nikolai, who beams at you with a mischievous glint in his eye. an amused huff leaves him as you shoot him a petty glare, your shoulders relaxing once more.

"someone should put a bell on you," you huff. nikolai leans toward you as his grin morphs into a lopsided smirk. "i’m sorry, принцесса, i didn’t mean to startle you." he feigns a sympathetic tone as he lifts a hand to brush against your cheek, cupping it in his palm. "how about i make it up to you, hm?"

before you can object, he angles your head up and captures your lips in a sweet kiss. for a few seconds, you respond in kind, until you remember that you’re standing completely out in the open.

you pull back, hands reaching for his forearms and holding them gently. "nik, we shouldn’t– not here, at least. somewhere more private." you mutter, still close to his mouth after he chased yours. the surrounding area was near-empty, thankfully, save for some soldiers occupying themselves with their own vehicles a safe distance away.

"let them see, милая." his whisper ghosts over your lips before he presses another kiss to them, forcing you to turn your head to the side. even that doesn’t deter him, lips drifting up your cheek and brushing against the shell of your ear. "i don’t want anyone thinking they can have you."

"we’ll tell everyone soon," your hands slide up and settle on his shoulders. "but, for now, i just want to enjoy the privacy."

you can feel nikolai’s sigh more than you hear it. he moves to detach himself from you, before you stop him as one of your hands directs him to look at you. "it’s already been a week since the incident in finland, hasn’t it?" you ask with a smile, earning a confused but affirmative nod.

ever since you two had returned from that semi-failed mission, you’ve both been kept busy. hardly seeing each other once again was difficult, but it helped to prevent any… inconvenient feelings from sparking up and distracting you.

"how’s that wound been healing?" you continue, tilting your head to the side.

during that week, you two had seen each other just one time. you were stunned by how fast he was recovering from his injury - it was almost like he developed some kind of regenerative ability, or somehow learned to heal through sheer willpower.

your question seems to finally click after a beat, his face lighting up. "very well, actually." nikolai answers with a chuckle. "but, i may require your assistance in checking it. you have time to help, no?"

"oh, i always have time for you." carefully, your hands trail down his arms and find his own. you begin leading him to the barracks, dragging him hand-in-hand despite your reservations. "my day is entirely open and available, after all." you add a couple moments later.

nikolai is on you not even a second after the door clicks shut. pushing you up against the wood, lips smashing into yours, hands circling your waist to hold your body flush against his. you barely have time to process the frantic movements before his knee is being shoved between your own and nudged against your clothed core.

"fuck–" you gasp and whine under your breath, nails digging into his shoulders as you grind down against his knee. even through your thick cargos, you can feel the pressure from it.

"that’s right, принцесса." he leans over to your ear and coos, a noise of satisfaction vibrating deep in his chest. "take what you need." his knee lifts slightly, pulling a soft moan from you.

your head falls back against the door, locking eyes with him as he leans back to observe you. the pressure just wasn’t enough, you couldn’t hope to get off like this. "nikolai– please, nik, i need more." you stare back at him with pleading eyes.

if nikolai was anything, pliant was not one of them. for you, however, he was like putty in your hands the moment you asked anything of him.

he practically carries you to the bed and plops you onto the plush duvet, hovering over you. you lean back on your palms and watch as he carefully lowers to one knee, dark eyes unwavering from yours. he drops to his other knee soon after, leaving him kneeling at the foot of the bed.

your heart thumps wildly against your ribs as heat immediately pools in the pit of your stomach at the sight. nikolai, a giant in both stature and industry, known to all as a fearless - and fear-inducing - leader and ally, an expert in all fields, was currently on his knees in front of you.

"shirt off, милая." he says, his voice alone making a shiver rack your spine. you swear his accent is thicker, voice husky and resonant as he gives you the simple command. your hands immediately lower to the hem of your shirt and you lift it over your head before discarding it somewhere to the side.

his eyes slowly drift down to your newly uncovered skin and he hums appreciatively. "so good at following directions," he murmurs; to you or himself, you’re not quite sure. "and, so fucking beautiful…"

you keen at his praise, feeling each word add to the heat building under your skin. he finally reaches out to you moments later and grasps your hips, fingers eagerly digging into the heated flesh. his hands dance up your sides until they reach your covered chest. he clicks his tongue, using one hand to pull the cups of your bra down and expose your breasts.

he moans once his eyes land on them.

"you were sculpted by the angels, принцесса…" nikolai sighs and leans forward. his mouth attaches to one of your nipples and he sucks on the bud, drawing a whimper from you. his tongue languidly circles it while he pinches and rolls the other between his thumb and forefinger. one of your hands grips the edge of the bed as the other flies to his hair, tangling in and gently pulling at it while he worked. he switches his attention to the other breast after a moment, giving them equal treatment.

he finally pulls away with a small pop once he’s satisfied. his lips drag over to the valley of your breasts and he presses a chaste kiss to it, mumbling something against your skin that you don’t quite catch.

"what was that?" you whisper, noticing the way his hands ever-so-slowly glide down to your waistband.

"want to taste you," he says, louder this time. his head lifts from your chest and his gaze locks onto yours again. as if to emphasize his point, his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. "can i taste you?"

you nod and move to unbutton your pants - however, before you can, his hands silently grab ahold of yours and move them back to the duvet. he then reaches for your cargos himself, unbuttoning and unzipping them for you.

he taps your hip gently. "lift."

you lift your hips enough for him to pull your cargos down, taking your soaked-through underwear with them, as well. both soon join your shirt on the floor, and you’re quick to add your bra to the pile, leaving yourself completely bare for him.

nikolai, meanwhile, is still fully clothed. you paw at his shirt with a breathy whine. instead of removing it, he grabs your hand and kisses your knuckles. "in due time, любимая." he chuckles and releases your hand. his attention shifts to your thighs, which pressed together once your pants were off.

his palms press flat against your thighs, short nails pressing into your skin. a low sigh of "please" falls from his lips as he urges you to open them. you concede after a moment’s hesitation, any shyness melting away with just a single word.

you hear a soft "thank you" as his left hand slides down to your ankle and lifts it, placing a kiss on the side of it before resting it atop his shoulder. his lips start a slow, deliberate trail up the inside of your right leg, his other hand gripping the plush of your thigh and keeping your legs spread.

"i’m no better than a fucking mutt," he mutters against your knee, eyes briefly flicking up to meet yours. his pupils were blown wide with lust, irises pitch black voids, and you were sure yours looked much the same as you maintained his gaze. "happy to serve, eager to please."

he sinks his teeth into your skin once he reaches your thigh, quickly soothing the sting with his tongue and a gentle kiss after you yelp. he repeats the process a handful of times on both of your thighs, leaving them covered in bite marks and soon-to-form bruises. you whine and frustratedly wiggle your hips under him, trying to get him to focus on where you desperately need him most.

nikolai lets you complain, an amused smirk gracing his features as you do. he then urges you to lay back and you do so without complaint, fingers twisting in the duvet as you anxiously await his next move.

he leans forward so your knee comes to rest on his shoulder, mirroring the position with your other leg and leaving your dripping cunt completely exposed to his burning gaze. "absolutely perfect, милая…" he whispers, breath fanning over your folds and making you arch your back off the mattress. "this pretty little cunt really is all mine?" he asks with an airy laugh.

you quickly nod your head and worry your bottom lip with your teeth. "please, nik. i need you so bad–"

his tongue flattening against your folds and licking a stripe up to your clit is enough to silence you - or, rather, cut off your pleads with a surprised moan. he drags his tongue back down and up again, flicking your clit with the tip once he reaches the top.

you aren’t sure if it’s a grumble or a growl that leaves his throat, but judging by the way he grips your thighs tight enough to leave crescent-shaped marks in your skin, you assume it’s the latter. "tastes so good, принцесса–" he groans and laves his tongue over your glistening folds, greedily soaking it in your arousal. "so fucking good."

the deep timbre of his voice, the endless praise, the way nikolai’s tongue worships your cunt has your head spinning already.

one of your hands flies down to his hair and clings to it when you feel a single finger prodding at your entrance. it easily slips in without any resistance, curling upwards and drawing a moan of his name from you. he adds another soon after and begins pumping them slowly, angling them right into your sweet spot with every thrust.

you writhe under him while fisting the blanket and his hair, jaw going slack when his tongue flattens against your clit. he wraps his lips around it a second later and sucks on it as his fingers start picking up speed. "nikolai– ah, ah– fuck, please don’t stop–" you babble, turning to muffle your moans in the blanket after he hums around your sensitive bud.

suddenly, the sensations all stop at once. you whine pathetically and look down at him, stomach flipping as you see the shadow cast over his eyes.

"don’t you dare hide from me," he says, voice gravelly and thick with lust. "i want to hear every sound that comes out of that pretty mouth. you hide, i stop. understand?"

you frantically nod your head as tears start to build up at your waterline. you felt like you were going to burn up without his touch. the feeling was so strong that you couldn’t even focus on his words proving, unsurprisingly, that he has a mean streak.

his lopsided smile returns and he leaves a gentle kiss just above your clit. "that’s my good girl." nikolai says before taking the neglected pearl between his lips again, rolling it with his tongue and sucking on it. his fingers - one of which is the same size as two of your own - curl up into that spongy spot inside of you that makes your thighs clamp shut around his head.

you just barely manage to apologize through the moans and whimpers freely spilling from your lips. the smile that you can feel around your clit tells you that he enjoys the reaction, though.

your heels press into his shoulder blades, urging him closer. his fingers move faster, twisting and scissoring inside you as he tempts you with another. a third one soon joins the other two, forcing your inner walls to stretch and accommodate them as he moves them at a brutal pace.

"too much–" you whimper, hips still bucking towards his touch despite your protests. he releases your clit and chuckles. "too much? your pussy seems to disagree." he thrusts his fingers and you listen with heated cheeks as your wet cunt makes lewd squelching noises around him. "can you hear the way she speaks to me, принцесса? sounds almost as sweet as you."

you can feel the knot in your stomach tightening and threatening to burst as he continues with his harsh ministrations. you clench tight around his fingers, a whiny moan leaving you.

"gonna cum." you punctuate your sentence with another moan. the tip of his tongue alternates between circling your clit and flicking it, steadily working you towards the edge. your arousal covers his hand in a glistening sheen and drips down his wrist, the wet noises of your cunt mixing with your sounds of pleasure and echoing off the walls.

"i know, милая, i know." nikolai says, his free hand holding your thighs wide open for him. "cum for me. you’ve been so good, you’ve earned it."

"please– fuck, nikolai–!" your orgasm washes over you hard and fast, your back arching as your mouth falls open in a silent moan. he keeps his fingers moving inside you, prolonging the pleasure and pulling gasps and breathless whines from your lips.

you fall back against the duvet after a couple seconds, chest heaving as you fight to catch your breath. nikolai carefully extracts his fingers, holding them up enough for you to see the wetness running down them. he hums in satisfaction and reaches for your left thigh with the hand, smearing it and leaving the skin shiny with your fluids.

"i’m not done." is all the warning you get before he dives back in, tongue greedily lapping at the arousal dripping from your folds. you let out a stuttering gasp and try to pull his head away as the dull pleasure quickly melts into burning overstimulation. he makes an animalistic sound, akin to a growl, when you tug on his hair, refusing to move an inch. his iron grip on your thighs is used to pull you closer to the edge of the bed, right to his eager mouth.

"so fucking good," is chanted against your cunt like a mantra, as nikolai shifts his hold to spread your outer lips with his thumbs. you practically scramble to sit up on your elbows and watch as a string of saliva falls from his slightly parted lips, mixing with the fluids of your drooling cunt. he slowly, so agonizingly slowly, presses the flat of his tongue to your cunt and licks a trail from bottom to top.

you nearly finish again just from the sight alone. his tongue prods at your entrance before sliding in, and you throw your head back as a drawn-out moan of his name escapes you. the sound goes straight to his cock, already painfully hard and desperately straining against the confines of his dark jeans.

his hips jerk forward and grind into the side of the bed, making him sigh against your sensitive skin at the little bit of relief. his tongue teasingly dips in and out of your entrance a few times before he circles the tip around it. occasionally, during his teasing, the bridge of his nose brushes against your clit, making you jolt from the unexpected sensation.

the overstimulation gradually melts into pure bliss, and soon you’re tightly fisting his hair to pull him impossibly closer to your cunt.

"good girl, just like that." he murmurs, pausing to press a loving kiss to your clit. "use my tongue, show me what you need." he adds. you respond with a pitchy whine, wriggling your hips to grind against his tongue when he lays it flat against your cunt. he makes no move to wrench your thighs open after they close around his ears again, squeezing him and holding his head in place.

your inner walls clench around nothing, pulsing from the constant feeling of his tongue circling, prodding, laving over your glistening folds. he groans when you give his hair a harsh tug, the vibrations hot against your core and sending his hips involuntarily jolting forward again.

if you weren’t already dizzy from pleasure, you’d be embarrassed by how quickly your orgasm builds up. it hits you suddenly, and you nearly sob as you reach your second climax of the day. nikolai moans, guttural and debauched, as he fervently laps at your drooling cunt. you’re too delirious to even try and push him away, stuttering breaths falling from your parted lips as he forcefully drags your orgasm out as long as he can.

finally, he detaches himself from your core and allows your legs to go limp. he sits up on his knees and carefully maneuvers them off his shoulders, chuckling to himself as you struggle to shift higher up the mattress.

your eyes immediately focus when you hear the sounds of fabric shifting, a soft whine leaving you after your gaze finds him. he pulls his shirt off, bunching the fabric slightly as he runs it across his mouth and chin, wiping it clean of your fluids. he tosses it to the side without a care and his eyes land on you once again.

"think you handle one more, принцесса?" he asks, motioning with his hand for you to lay back down. he’s hovering over you seconds later, his arms and legs completely caging you in. he leans in, breath ghosting over your lips. "i want to feel you clench around me. just one more, okay?"

you nod your head as the blissful haze slowly wears off, hands finding purchase on his shoulders.

for whatever reason, your mind suddenly drifts to the incident a week ago - when he was shot. your eyes leave his face and travel to his bicep, stomach clenching for a different reason when they land on the injury.

it was healing, no doubt; the wound had fully closed several days ago and was now on the mend, with fresh scar tissue already sunken into his skin. it didn’t seem to be causing him any pain, evident in the way he held himself up and manhandled you without any signs of a struggle. still, the image of him that day, rushing to your aid despite his injury and making sure that you were unharmed before allowing himself to be treated–

"hey, look at me." nikolai’s soft timbre cuts your train of thought off suddenly. he holds himself up on one hand as the other reaches for your chin, gently guiding your focus back to him. "no need to be thinking about that, любимая."

"yeah, you’re right." you nod again, hands trailing up from his shoulders to cup his face. "i should be focused on rewarding you for all that you’ve done." you add with an airy giggle, pulling him down to capture his lips in a fervent kiss. he licks into your mouth, and you can taste yourself on his tongue.

while he’s distracted, you let one of your hands slide down his torso, nails lightly scraping over his chest and abdomen. he groans into the kiss and you smile, reaching his belt. you unbuckle it one-handed, loosening it and going after his button and zipper next. your hand silently slips past his waistband, palming at his cock through his underwear.

he pulls back with a stuttering sigh, his forehead pressing against yours while his eyes screwed shut. you simply stare at him, admiring his reactions and drinking up the soft noises he was making. however, as your hand slips past the band of his underwear and wraps around his shaft, your smile drops and you realize something.

fuck, he’s big. not just in length, but in girth, too. you aren’t sure if he’ll even fit inside you.

you feel a warm breath hit your cheek as nikolai huffs at your reaction. "something the matter?" he asks, knowing full well what your problem is. instead of responding, you pump him from base to tip a few times, earning a low moan right next to your ear.

"i didn’t know you were so…" you swallow, suddenly feeling your throat run dry. "so, uh– big." your voice raises slightly at the end and you nervously shift under him. "i don’t think you’ll even fit."

nikolai hums, hips shifting slightly and a soft curse leaving him as your fingers wrap around his ruddy tip. "i’m sure you can handle it. you’ve done so well for me so far, принцесса." he sits back on his heels, forcing you to pull your hand back and watch from under your eyelashes as he removes his cargos and briefs. actually seeing his semi-hard cock did little to soothe your worry, though.

"you’re going to fucking split me in half," you sigh, practically drooling over the sight of his cock despite your protests. you’re transfixed as his own hand wraps around his length, stroking it until he was fully erect. "what a perfect way to die."

your body completely betrays your words as he positions himself over you again, legs spreading to make room for him between them. he grabs one of the pillows from beside your head and urges you to lift your hips, tucking it underneath to angle them slightly higher. he then guides his length to sit heavy against your wet folds before sliding it back and forth, letting it slowly coat itself in your arousal.

you both moan from the stimulation, his cock head perfectly catching your clit every time he pushes it forward. he lowers himself and presses another kiss to your slightly parted lips, swallowing your moans. "you can take it. feel how wet you are?" he whispers against your mouth, the strings of arousal clinging to his flushed tip every time he moves making it hard for you to disagree. "your pretty little cunt wants to be filled up, милая… doesn’t she?"

"please, nikolai…"

"tell me what you want."

"your cock," you whine and shift your hips, trying to rub against him. "want your cock– need it inside."

he stills your hips with a firm grip, pulling another frustrated whine and "please" from your lips. your complaints are immediately quelled when he shifts, teasing your entrance with his tip. you try to push up, to catch it on your folds, but you can’t even budge under his hands.

finally, you feel the tip push inside, sucking in a breath at the slightly painful stretch. he keeps moving until you whimper, halfway in. "look at you, doing so well…" he murmurs, eyes glued to the spot you met at. "just a little more, you can do it." he continues. one of his hands slides down to your clit and he presses it with his thumb in an attempt to relax your half-tensed muscles.

he keeps pushing in, inch by inch, giving you time to accommodate to the stretch. once he’s almost all the way in, he pulls his hips back, slowly, and thrusts back in just as slow. you keen, back arching, as his free hand leaves your hip to slide down your spine. it lands on the swell of your ass and he squeezes, kneading the plump flesh beneath his fingertips. you expect another languid thrust when he retracts again, only to have the air knocked out of your lungs as he suddenly snaps his hips into yours, sheathing himself fully inside.

"fuck– ‘s too big, you’re too big–" the sudden movement is enough to wet your eyes, inner walls clenching around his length like a vice. the pain was equally met with pleasure - you didn’t know if you were too full, or perfectly filled up. your lust-ridden brain was trying to convince you of the latter.

"you’ve already taken all of me." nikolai trails his lips down your jaw, reaching your throat. "i knew my pretty girl could do it." he beams with pride and presses a kiss to your fluttering pulse. the chaste kisses quickly turn into bites and dark hickeys being sucked into your skin, distracting you from the pain.

a couple seconds pass without any movement from him, giving the pain-pleasure mixture time to melt away into pure bliss as your cunt adjusts and relaxes around him.

"nik…" you whimper, hands clinging desperately to his broad shoulders. "need you to move–!"

his hand leaves your clit and rests next to your head, holding himself up as he slides out. he slams back in suddenly, hitting against the edge of your cervix and sending your eyes rolling back in your skull. a low exhale escapes him and he sets a moderate pace, pressing his hips flush to yours with every thrust.

"fucking hell–" he lifts his head from your bruised neck. "so tight, feels like heaven–" his voice is strained, guttural groans and sighs lacing each word. your nails dig into his shoulders, head spinning each time he buries himself inside.

the bed shifts and creaks with each thrust, headboard rhythmically knocking against the wall. you were certain that anyone walking past your door could tell what was going on - and, fortunately, you also couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything other than nikolai’s cock bullying your insides.

his other hand, still firmly gripping your ass, travels to the back of your thigh. he holds it for a moment before he bends back from you, compelling your hands to find purchase elsewhere. they end up fisting the duvet again, with one being interlocked with and pinned under his own a second later. he pushes your thigh forward, lifting your leg until it can settle on his shoulder. his hips roll into yours again, the new angle making you tremble and moan as his cock reaches that much deeper.

your other leg joins soon after, being manhandled until the backs of your thighs were pressed against his chest. deeper, deeper, deeper, you swear he’s trying to force himself into your womb like this. "it’s like you were made for me," he says, breathless. you whine as you clench around him again. "you want me to cum inside, hm? fill you up so nice?"

he leans forward, pressing your thighs to your chest and literally folding you in half - a mating press, you faintly realize through the haze. "i’ll fuck you until you’re full– dripping with me for days, принцесса. and, once that– ah, fuck– once you’re empty, i’ll just fill you up again."

you can barely register any of his words, heartbeat thumping wildly in your ears and moans spilling from your lips. his cock is pulsing inside you, perfectly timed with the constant fluttering of your inner walls. he’s pressing closer to you, your chests separated only by your trembling thighs. "maybe i’ll fuck a baby into you– you’d probably like that, wouldn’t you? breeding you, stuffing your needy cunt with my cock, leaving you full of my cum and a child–"

"you’d be a pretty little housewife, принцесса. could fuck you whenever i want, take care of you– shit– say the word, and it’s yours. anything." his thrusts are animalistic at this point, fucking into you like he’s intending to breed you. based on his rambling, you think he just might be, too.

his lips find yours and he kisses you. the painful knot in your abdomen clenches tight, stomach flipping when you finally get to hear the obscene noises of his cock fucking into your wet heat. every movement creates a new sound, and it’s the sweetest song he’s ever listened to.

"'m gonna cum again–" you manage to whine against nikolai’s mouth, breath fanning over it as you pant and gasp for air. "cum on my cock– please, pretty girl. i need to feel it."

his encouragement is what sends you crashing over the edge, the coil in your stomach snapping as a loud moan of his name spills from your lips. the pleasure racks your body from head to toe, eyelids fluttering closed and stars blurring behind your vision from the intensity of it. your cunt clamps down around him and he groans, hoarse and gravelly.

"good girl, that’s my good girl– my принцесса, always listening so well." he growls, cock still buried deep inside as he roughly works you through your release and chases his own.

"inside– please, fuck, i want you to cum inside–" you beg and paw at him, squeezing his hand tight. the pre-cum drooling from his tip is eagerly welcomed by your core as it attempts to milk him dry, the constant pulsing of your sweet walls rapidly pushing him closer to his own peak.

"i will, i will." he moans as his thrusts start to lose rhythm, his hips blindly rocking into you. "going to cum deep inside your needy little cunt, give her exactly what she needs."

he finishes with a deep groan of your name, burying his cock as deep as it possibly could go. warmth floods your core and your cunt greedily sucks in every last drop of his, quivering around him while he continues to fuck you through his high.

his pace gradually slows down to a stop, and nikolai nearly goes limp on top of you. he’s careful not to crush you under his weight, with his sweaty forehead pressed against your own and unsteady arms holding his body just barely above your trembling form. the two of you sit in a brief silence as you catch your breath, a small whimper escaping from your throat when he carefully unfolds you from your position.

your hand caresses his cheek softly, knuckles travelling along his jaw. your gaze finds his again, and you mirror the fond smile that crosses his features.

"i love you."

it’s a whisper, a sigh that accidentally slips from you while admiring him. you immediately regret it as an unidentifiable emotion swirls behind his eyes, and you fear for the worst. nikolai doesn’t immediately answer, either, leaving you to worry as your heartrate spikes and pounds against your ribcage.

his fingers brush against the side of your face. thumb running across your bottom lip, fingertips trailing from your chin up along your jaw, warm palm cupping your cheek. he slowly leans in, and you’re suddenly reminded of the night in the cabin four weeks ago. except, this time, his lips brush against yours gently, as if they were made of glass, before pressing against them in a tender kiss.

he pulls away after a few seconds and peppers your cheeks, mouth, and nose with little kisses, making you giggle and lightly shove at his shoulder to get him to stop.

"i love you, родная." he utters quietly against your kiss-swollen lips. "never question that, no matter what may happen." his palm tilts your head forward and he presses a kiss to your forehead, still smiling against your skin.

nikolai treats your body like it’s silk as he shifts you two into a more comfortable position. you end up snuggled into his side, with your head on his chest above his steady heartbeat and a comforting arm holding you against him. your hand rests on top of his chest, as well, firmly grasped in one of his.

this is probably the most comfortable you’ve been in… well, your entire life.

"you know what i realized earlier, nik?"

he hums, fingers absentmindedly playing with your own. his eyes were closed, breath deep and slow as he fought the urge to fall asleep like this.

"i could have given you a blowjob a week ago, all you had to do was ask."

his eyes immediately snap open, and you devolve into a fit of giggles against his chest as a heavy sigh leaves his lips.

translations:

принцесса (printséssa) - princess

милая (milaya) - dear/darling

любимая (liubimaya) - my love/beloved

родная (rodnaya) - no direct translation; way of addressing one’s closest family/relationship

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calentón ᅳ miguel o’hara

“dale ponte diabla, y pórtate mal.”

｡･* +18. spider-person!reader (afab). mean!dom!miguel. teasing. dirty talk. spit kink.

your mascara was smudged against your cheeks, the dark watery marks under your eyes and running down your reddened cheeks made miguel feel trails of blood go straight to his already hard cock.

you were such a sweet creature, so kind and gentle, one of the best recruits he had. you were delicate to him, the way you carried yourself with such grace as you wore your suit made him feel different about you.

it shocked miguel how much your taste in the bedroom was against everything you showed exteriorly.

su princesita was a sucker for degradation, loved being dragged around, manhandled, getting the rough treatment; your eyes rounding and glazing over as soon as he spoke about how needy you were for his cock, how only a slut like you would grind against his hand, how you shouldn’t be able to fit all of him inside of your tight cunt. you seemed to melt over a bit of teasing, a bit of roughness.

the other spiders would never guess it, they didn’t even know you and miguel were something more than work partners, you had the most delicate and detailed touch, known for being one of the nicest spiders around. they’d never imagine you liked your ass hot from spankings and to be reduced to trembling mush from overstimulation, that you loved when miguel called you his whore and fucked you until there was nothing for you to give.

“it’s little pathetic, don’t you think?” miguel crooned, tightening his grip on your hair. “a una cosita tan linda como tú, le gusta comportarse como una zorra? just a silly little slut for my cock, for me being mean to you?” he clicked his tongue, taking his opposite hand and roughly sliding it inside of your panties, your suit already pooling around your ankles, a shaky gasp left your throat, your body squirming slightly as he brushed his fingers around your hot cunt. (translation: a sweet thing like you, likes being treated like a slut?)

“soaked. as fucking usual.” he laughed under his breath. “all i’ve got t’do is tell you to be quiet, to shut your pretty little mouth and bend over for me and you’ll be soaking through. shouldn’t even bother wearing panties anymore. should you, muñequita?” his lips formed a faux pout.

“arruinando todo lo que te compro, waisting my time bringing you pretty clothes from other dimensions only for you to ruin them, no es así?.” (t: ruining everything i gift you.)

a shake of the head was a taunt. “no? you don’t want to walk around with that tight suit with nothing under it? with easy access just for me?” he raised a brow, your cunt was clenching around nothing, he could feel it clearly. “hm. I don’t think you get to tell me no, mi amor. creo que si tu papi decide algo, tú debes obedecerle, como la zorrita que eres,” he reprimanded. “you’re just supposed to say yes and spread your legs for me.” (t: i think if your daddy decides something, you obey, like the little slut you are)

miguel had to admit that it had taken him a tiny bit to get fully comfortable degrading you, not wanting to truly ever make you uncomfortable or actually hurt your feelings, but seeing just how wet it got you, having multiple conversations about how it was really ok and got her off, he had fallen into the role like a second skin.

“mhm, sí, papi.” you whimpered, the title he loved hearing from you slipping involuntarily from your lips, breathing labored as you leaned back against the wall.

you were waiting for it. loving every second. you taunted and poked miguel to be mean and melted around him the second he did. what miguel likes the most is that sometimes you didn’t even have it in you to be a brat, you just liked to comply and do everything he said.

“that’s what I thought. abre.” he tapped his thumb against the hinge of your jaw, smiling slightly to himself as you opened your mouth, as ordered. your pink tongue peeked out a little, laying flat. waiting for whatever he would give you; it went straight to his cock each and every time, seeing how compliant you were and how much you absolutely fucking loved it. “ves? aveces puedes ser mi buena niña.” he chuckled, leaning over you slightly as he gathered some spit under his tongue, making you wait a few moments to get you to squirm, desperate for him. a little edging went a long way with you. (t: open up)

just as he could feel a slight vibration of a whine in your throat, he spit thickly on to the flat of your tongue. he waited for a moment, seeing which way you wanted to play it, luckily for you, you held it there with pleading eyes, breathing a bit quicker through your nose. “there, you got a little treat for being so good.” he muttered, kissing your soaked cheek before removing his fingers from your panties and slipping them into your mouth.

the wet digits slid around the spit on your tongue, spreading it as you held your mouth open for miguel. “now you can taste both of us on your tongue. no puedo creer que dejes que te trate así, bebé.” he shook his head. “deprived little cunt. that’s what you are. i leave you alone for two days and you let me do whatever the fuck I want to you, let me own you… degrade you…” he sighed, pulling his fingers and watching as you widened her eyes slightly, he immediately pulled them back, resting them in your mouth, pushing them further into your throat. “suck them clean, imagine they are my cock, hm?.”

his fingers slid from your lips with a soft ‘pop’, your eyes on miguel, waiting for more.

“you okay?” he asked with a soft voice, checking in on you.

your nod was quick, he slipped back into the other role as soon as he knew. “perfecto. sit on my desk and spread your legs like you’ve been begging for. if you can keep your hands to yourself and let me taste that pretty cunt, maybe i’ll let you cum, no creo que lo merezcas, but your papi can be nice for once.” (t: i don’t think you deserve it)

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Thirty Minutes || Miguel O'hara

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x F!reader

Summary: After convincing Miguel to take a break from working, he generously granted you thirty minutes with him and you know how you'd spend it.

Words: 1.7k

Tags: NOT BETA READ, smut, rough sex, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, squirting, big dick Miguel, standing sex, deep penetration, fang play, office sex (i guess?)

This is so rushed but he just do things to me. He breathes and I start giggling and twirling my hair. I am so feral for him I'm sorry (not sorry). I swear I'll bring more flavor next time :''DD

mi vida - my life || guapito - handsome || cariño - honey

Being the leader of the inter-dimensional spider hub, it's expected for Miguel to be drowning with tasks and reports to analyze at any time of day. You accepted that fact when you started dating him on the down low.

You didn't care that he's busy since your time is also taken by fighting crimes and eventual missions. Plus, at the end of the day, the make up sex is godly.

But you find it hard to tolerate it when days and nights blurs without him leaving his office unless he needs to eat and use the bathroom.

Apparently, Jessica has held a few interventions for him with Peter B. and it failed every time. Miguel threw them out and threatened to shut Layla down if she didn't block their access to his office.

Passing by you in the lobby after another mission, Peter B. asked you with a stern look while Mayday babbled, mirroring the seriousness of her dad.

"Please do anything to get him to leave his office. I beg of you."

So after dinner where there's less activities and presence in the hub, you head straight to his office with barely a plan in mind. Clearly confident you'd make the man rest, even for fifteen minutes.

The hatch parts open and you are met by the image of him reading out a report in formal clothing and square glasses, sitting at the edge of the platform. He briefly looked up from the report before returning back to his task.

"Let me guess, Peter sent you here?"

"I heard they've already hosted a couple of interventions and rallies."

Miguel huffed, pitching the bridge of his nose. "Such a waste of time, they could have been in their home world watching over their cities."

"Come on, you know that they're just concerned about you."

"And you're here because you're also concerned?"

You laughed, webbing onto the ceiling and pulling yourself up to land beside him. “Are you really going to act this way, guapito?”

Miguel didn’t respond, focusing on reading on the report about the paper Doc Oc variant found in Earth 2199 written by the Victorian Spider-Man. You settled on sitting next to him in silence after retracting your suit back.

His subtle glances on your skin tight shorts didn't go unnoticed but you ignored it in favor of

You took the time to observe the man whose bulky body is covered in a simple dress shirt with three buttons down and black pants that complemented the thickness of his thighs. The square glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose only added more flavor to his attire.

He's criminally dashing.

After being away for days to catch an anomaly and crime fighting in your own world, you couldn't ignore the simmering desire bubbling in your abdomen.

How could you not be when your darling looks like a five star Michelin meal in front of you?

Your attention seemed to bother Miguel, who let out a defeated sigh. “Alright, what do you want?”

“I just want to spend time with you, is that so bad?”

Miguel deadpanned at you, seemingly disturbed by the thought before putting the reports down and turning to face you fully with his arms crossed. His eyes scanned your form up and down, letting his head fall back before groaning.

“Alright, I’ll bite. You got thirty minutes.”

You grinned. "That's all I need."

He raised an eyebrow at that but before he could question it, you captured his lips with yours. As if the kiss was a droplet on the water, the ripples caused by the taste of his lips awakened the lust simmering in the pit of your stomach.

His hands found your hips and pulled you close until you rediscovered your rightful seat on his thighs. Rough and calloused touch sneaked past your top and crawled up to the swell of your breast.

Miguel pulled away, removing his glasses—quite erotically—before diving back to lose himself in your lips.

"Is this what you plan on using your thirty minutes for?"

"You know it'll last longer than thirty, guapito."

"I doubt that."

His words sent jolts of pleasure down your spine, igniting your nerve endings alight.

"Are you really going to fuck me in your office, boss?"

"Don't 'boss' me, mi vida and you know I'd spread you open no matter the location."

His hands unclasped the front of your bras and spared no time in covering your flesh with his. The rough texture of his palm rubbing against your firm nipples got you moaning, hips twisting in his thighs desperate for stimulation.

Pulling away, Miguel's lips fell to your throat, his tongue roamed the skin above your heartbeat that rose when his razor sharp teeth grazed your flesh, threatening to pierce. With the soft suckles on your neck and the rough massage on your mounds, you were a moaning mess, tugging helplessly on his hair and grinding pathetically on him.

"You're so desperate for me, mi amor. Did you miss me that much?"

"Shut up and just touch me, please."

He groaned, deep. "You sound so adorable when you beg, baby."

He quickly made work of your shirt, tossing it along with your bra before moving to tugging your shorts off. Your hands busies itself with his dress pants, desperate to feel the heat of his skin against your own and to feel the curve of his girth once more.

It didn't take long before you're both naked and bare to anyone who dares enter his chambers. A shrill excitement electrifies your skin at the thought of being caught, the riskiness of being discovered and seen being devoured by the man you love oddly arouses you further.

Though you're sure with how possessive he is, Miguel has already shut the gates to anyone till he's done with you.

But it was an interesting thought to have while his three of his fingers savagely thrusts in and out of your hole, the other hand grounding your hips made it impossible to escape the onslaught of pleasure after pleasure striking your nerves down, you screamed, clawing at his broad back as he fingered you open.

Miguel grunts. "Scream louder for me, mi vida. I want to hear how good I make you feel."

His thumb found your clit and started drawing figures of eight on them, the knot in your abdomen twists tighter as you climb towards your orgasm. There's a wet squelch building up to bounce in the chamber and you flush red yet Miguel took it as a compliment, increasing his speed and curling three fingers upwards more.

Your legs shook violently from where they stood beside his wide thighs before the knot unfurled and you came with a shout, trembling pathetically in his hold. The sudden onslaught of serene euphoria makes you light-headed and you rest your forehead on his shoulder.

He pulled away, choosing to be merciful and let your shaking figure settle down before continuing.

"You didn't squirt? What a shame."

"F-fuck you."

"Don't lie, cariño." There's a grin in his voice as he pulls you flush to him. "I know you like it when I leave you writhing pathetically."

Not sparing any second, he stands up and you wrap your arms around his neck, already sensing his plan as he reaches down to line the tip of dick with your sopping heat. The sensation of his girth so near your entrance re-igniting the suffocating arousal and desire in your body.

"And god, do I miss seeing you cock-drunk and shaking, mi vida."

Plunging in deep, your mouth falls and you scream. The hilt of his girth grazing your uterus along with the burn of the stretch sparking every nerve endings alight. The familiar feeling of his cock reminding your hole who it belongs to made you feel dizzy, it was too much but it feels so good.

His thrusts are unforgiving, rattling your soul every time his hips collide with yours, leaving you breathless and moaning unintelligible words. His fangs digs into the crook of your neck as he pants and groans into your skin.

The sensation of your pebbled nipples rubbing against his chest sends electric shocks down your spine, adding onto your quick climb to your high.

You could barely make out the Spanish words he's whispering like a prayer, mind fogged with nothing but the pure nirvana he was handing to you.

"Fuck, you feel so good for me. Always so sweet and tight for me, yeah?"

"Yes yes yes…!"

One of his hands grabbed hold of your jaw, forcing you to meet his dark red eyes. "You're not leaving this fucking room until I'm done with you, understand?"

You nod vigorously, wanting nothing but to please him enough to reward you with another orgasm. His lips found your neck once more, nibbling on your skin and teasingly dragging his fangs in his conquest to mark you, which shook you from your stupor, pushing his head away.

"No-not too much. It'll show."

Miguel's eyebrow raised, unfazed. "And?"

"T-they'll find out."

He scoffed. "I don't fucking care. Let them know who fuck you well and bare."

Angling his hips, he grazes a spot and you cry before the next plunge hits it, your legs began to shake around him with every thrust. Tears blurred your vision as pleasure invaded your very being, it didn't take long before you burst in his arms, your arousal painting his clenched stomach.

"That's it, cariño. Give it to me."

Ramping his speed, you howled. Pain started to mix with euphoria but you couldn't stop, it's not enough to satiate your famished soul.

"F-fuck…! I-I don't think I can a-anymore."

You squealed at the sharp stinging pain left by his hand on your clit. "You will and I'll make sure of it."

Palming your bead more gently than his savage thrusts, he tightened the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter until it exploded and splattered once more unto his glistening abs, legs writhing helplessly in the air.

With the unbearable tightness of your velvet walls around his dick, Miguel soon followed. Hot liquid arousal painting your insides white with every pulse of his dick. You groaned at the familiar feeling of fullness before wincing at the pain of overstimulation.

Slapping his back, you whined. "I'm so fucking sore and you'll make me walk out by myself. How fucking cruel of you, guapito."

Miguel grumbled, catching his breath as he sat you both down on the floor.

"Who said you're leaving, cariño?"

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