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Nikolai wouldn't care about ass hair on male, female, nonbinary, or any other gender identity. He himself is the human personifcation of what we wish the beast had in his human transformation as kids. He has more body hair than your average man and its thick and curly, chest, back, arms, legs, pubes its all thick and curly.

And he likes hair on his partner, likes the maturity of it. And while he wont cry if thr bush/ass hair is taken away he will be petty and shave something on himself in return, whatever bodyhair you like the most, say goodbye he'll shave it clean until your hair grows back.

icky dad nik messily fingerfucking and spitting all over his sweet girls cunt as a reward for literally anything ever🙂‍↕️ him tasting her and sucking on her clit as an extra treat bc he can't resist her juices😩😩😩

100% Nikolai is an eater/muncher. No matter if his partner is male or female. Man is pleasure dom coded fr fr.

"You like that, malyshka?" Nikolai's voice was a low, gravelly purr, thick with a possessive hunger that made your stomach clench. His fingers, thick and calloused, plunged back into the slick heat of your cunt, curling just right against that spongy spot that made your vision blur. He held them there, a deep, invasive pressure, before slowly dragging them out. They came out gleaming, strings of your arousal clinging to his skin and connecting him to you. He grunted in satisfaction, bringing them close to his face to inhale your scent before spitting a thick, warm glob right onto your quivering inner thigh. You watched, breathless, as the milky saliva traced a slow, sticky path down, merging with the mess already leaking from you. "Such a messy little pussy. All for Papa."

"Yes..Ah-yes Papa.." The words were a desperate, broken mewl, torn from your throat as his fingers shoved back in, the obscene wet sound echoing in the quiet room. The coolness of his spit mixing with your own heat was a shocking, delicious jolt that made you arch your back. Your fingers twisted desperately in the sheets, trying to find purchase against the tidal wave of pleasure. He just smirked, a predatory flash of white teeth, and leaned down to sink his teeth into the soft flesh of your hip. It wasn't a gentle bite; it was a claiming, a sharp sting that melted into a throbbing ache, perfectly timed with the way he started pistoning his fingers faster, harder.

"Look at that," he grunted, his gaze fixed on where his hand disappeared into you. "So fucking greedy. Sucking my fingers right in." His thumb found your clit, not rubbing, but pressing down hard and grinding in tight, filthy circles. The pressure was immense, a direct line to your core. "You've been such a good girl for Papa this week. So obedient. You deserve a reward, don't you? A nasty, sticky reward just for my sweet girl."

"Pa..Pa..papa..." It was all you could manage, a chant, a prayer as the coil in your belly snapped. Your orgasm ripped through you, violent and overwhelming. Your walls clamped down on his fingers, fluttering and milking him as waves of bliss crashed over you. Nikolai didn't stop; he just eased the pressure, his fingers still massaging that sensitive spot, drawing out every single spasm until you were a boneless, whimpering mess beneath him. Only then did he pull his fingers out, soaked and dripping.

He brought them to your lips, not asking, but demanding. "Open up. Taste what a good girl you are." As your lips parted to accept his slick-coated fingers, he ducked his head down, latching onto one of your nipples with a hot, wet mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue swirling around the pebbled flesh before his teeth grazed it, sending sharp sparks of pain-pleasure straight to your still-throbbing clit. He pulled away with a wet pop, leaving the nipple glistening and reddened.

Before you could fully recover, his fingers were back at your entrance, sliding into your swollen, oversensitive pussy with zero resistance. He'd given you just enough of a reprieve for the sensitivity to sharpen, to make every drag of his knuckles against your walls feel both like heaven and a sweet torment. This time he wasn't slow. He was fucking you with his hand, a brutal, steady rhythm that had the bedframe creaking in protest. His mouth descended, not with a kiss, but with a purpose. He sealed his lips over your clit and sucked.

A choked gasp escaped you as your hands flew to his hair, tangling in the thick strands and holding on for dear life. The encouragement was all he needed. His fingers worked faster, curling and scissoring inside you, hitting that spot over and over while his tongue waged war on your clit. He licked it with broad, flat strokes, then pointed his tongue to stab at it, before wrapping his lips around it again to suck it into his mouth, flicking the tip relentlessly. Every so often, he'd nip at the sensitive bundle of nerves with his teeth, just enough to make you cry out and buck your hips up, grinding your cunt against his face.

He was feasting. You could hear the wet, sloppy sounds of his mouth and fingers working in concert, the lewd music of your pleasure. He was moaning against you, deep vibrations that traveled through your entire body. "That's it, malyshka," he growled, his voice muffled by your flesh. "Fuck my face. Give Papa another one. I can feel you getting tighter. So close. Come on. Flood my mouth."

Your body obeyed without question. The second orgasm was a tidal wave, a blinding, all-consuming rush that stole the air from your lungs. Your thighs clamped around his head, a vice grip of pure ecstasy as you came, and came hard. Nikolai groaned, a sound of pure, unadulterated victory, as his mouth was flooded with your release. He didn't miss a drop, his tongue lapping and sucking greedily, determined to swallow every last bit of your reward. He kept licking even after the tremors subsided, his tongue cleaning you with possessive, almost reverent strokes, until you were twitching from the overstimulation.

Only when your thighs fell limply away from his head did he release you. He pushed himself up, his face a glistening, debauched mess of your juices and his own spit. A proud, feral grin was on his lips as he loomed over you. He crashed his mouth down on yours, a wet, filthy kiss. His tongue, still tasting of you, shoved past your lips, claiming your mouth in a deep, possessive kiss that was all about sharing your flavor. He was making you taste yourself on him, marking you from the inside out.

This is all purely personal headcanons. But looking at who Nikolai is as a person, looking at his team, Chimera (wiki link), at his contacts, connections, and all those things. It has me believe either he is or has been involved in the bratva, or other mafia(s). So i feel like, much like a spy or undercover whatever (terms are not my strong suite), he learned how to adapt to his enviroment to fit in and not get caught. With Johnny, Nikolai becomes younger.

Not literally, but the energy shifts. His posture loosens. He smirks more. He talks with his hands. He exaggerates stories. Lets himself be teased.

He plays along with Johnny’s chaos because it keeps things light, keeps morale high, keeps eyes off the more dangerous parts of himself.

He’ll bump shoulders with him in the hallway. Toss him a knife handle-first. Laugh when Johnny calls him an old man even though they’re not that far apart in age. And despite all the hoopla, Nikolai also values Johnny's intelligence, and Johnny is happy to have someone see both his brains and his 'childish' side, and accepts both part of him.

Johnny brings out the reckless, charming bastard version of Nikolai.

Gaz gets the strategist-lite version.

Still casual, still humorous, but more grounded than with Johnny. With Gaz, Nikolai sharpens his words. Becomes a little more observant. Less theatrical.

He respects Gaz’s intelligence. You can see it in the way he listens when Gaz speaks instead of talking over him. The way he gives him half-smiles instead of full grins. The way he tests ideas with him.

Gaz gets the “you’re competent, so I’ll be real with you” version of Nikolai.

With Price, Nikolai is controlled.

Measured. Polished. Every movement intentional. Every word weighed before spoken.

He doesn’t joke as much. Doesn’t posture. Doesn’t push boundaries.

This is the version of Nikolai who understands power dynamics intimately. Two men who know exactly how dangerous the other is, circling politely.

He sits straighter. Keeps his hands folded. Maintains eye contact longer than comfortable. Speaks with respect but never submission.

Price gets the politician-spy-broker version of Nikolai.

With Simon, Nikolai becomes quiet.

Not cold. Not distant. Just… careful.

He doesn’t waste words because he knows Simon doesn’t either. Their conversations are shorter, but heavier. Long pauses aren’t awkward between them. They’re expected.

He watches Simon more than he speaks to him. Tracks micro-expressions. Notes shifts in posture. Learns the unspoken language.

Simon gets the observer version of Nikolai.

With Laswell, Nikolai is razor sharp.

This is verbal chess.

No flirting. No bravado. No theatrics. Just intellect meeting intellect. Every conversation has layers. Every sentence carries implication.

He doesn’t try to charm her. He respects her too much for that.

Instead, he becomes precise. Controlled. Strategic.

Lol, the cw was at the top of the post so don't come blaming me for reading something you don't like. It was in red text and i didn't make it small either, like i usually do bc the fic was much more darker than my other works. But also my first fic on this side blog was a gore smut with simon, so it was bound to happen again.

I like freaky shit, imma write freaky shit. If you don't like it, dont read it. Filter the content in settings, block me, etc.

Usually i delete hate comments, bc not gonna give negativity attention. Because thats all you anons want when you sent an anon hate comment, is you want attention bc this is such a non issue.

I love all my nonnies, even the ones who haven't given me an emoji or other signature to call them. And that will never change, i love receiving the compliments on my writing, on my blog, i love getting the ideas, the fanfic links, the few anons that have sent in an ask just to tell me they had a good day. This is not about any of you guys, i promise, only hateful anons that go blog to blog to send hate.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Reference to fics:

First fic -> link

Its so he can give better backshots. Gotta keep ya from moving, and im sure you dont mind being choked.

I do have a cod oc, Colonel Viktok Volkov!