#nikolai cod

You've known the name "john price" long before you knew how to write your own, child fingers tracing the letters on your arm, reverent.

You tried finding him, of course you did, but as it happens john price is far too common of a name. You give up on your dreams eventually. life demands you to actually live it instead of waiting for the signal to go.

As it happens, on one of your nights out you stumble upon him.

John price. You had noticed him in the bar earlier, drawn to him in a way you couldn't explain, and now it's him approaching you. He nods at your exposed arm, body between you and the rest of the crowd, almost possessive. "You are my soulmate, yes?"

Your name rolls off his tongue like honey, has your soul thumping at the thought of the one.

John price is big, strong, and dangerously handsome. He smells like whiskey and smoke and expensive cologne that tells you the gold around his neck is real. He keeps glancing at your mark with a smile, awestruck the same as you.

"Can i see my name? I want...I want to feel it." You tug at his leather jacket impatiently.

"Ah, bad idea. I was...hurt. left a scar right next to it, looks quite gruesome." He frowns, redirecting your hand to his lips for a kiss. You understand, soulmarks are personal, add in insecurity about scars and...you decide not to push.

Still, when his hand slides low on your back, eyes lidded in desire, you follow him home.

God are you thankful john is your soulmate, you're not sure how you could enjoy another man after the night he gave you. Entire body sore and pleased, face-down on his bed.

He’s not particularly into the idea— what fun is filling you with his cock when he can’t fold you under him, when he can’t hear your pretty noises? No, he doesn’t fuck it for stress relief or anything. He’d rather wait to have you in your entirety.

But he is using it to manage your sleep schedule.

He knows you lapse a little when he’s away— you get caught up in all your little tasks and amusements and projects, and end up staying awake far too late.

And nothing knocks you out like a good orgasm.

So he’s got an alarm set, modified for time zone differences, and that’s when he knows it’s bed time for his pchelka. That’s when he brings out your portal pussy from the little thumbprint-locked case he keeps it in, and slowly starts to caress and play with you. That’s your warning— best clean up your things and get ready for bed, darling.

Sometimes he doesn’t even get hard from it. That’s how much this is for your benefit. He uses his fingers and tongue great effect, coaxing those sticky, lewd sounds— but not enough to truly excite him. He needs you for that. The whole package of shaking thighs and pitchy mewling and clutching hands.

So imagine Nik’s surprise when he’s met with the most gorgeous Persian!hybrid cat he’s ever seen — the fluffiest white tail in immaculate condition, and soft white ears poking out from your head that swivel every which way. Just sitting there in his warehouse.

“Koshechka… Bozhe moy,” Nik murmurs, his brown eyes swirling at the sight of you.

Your head tilts adorably in confusion, and he tries again.

“You speak English, da?”

He takes the swish of your tail as one of understanding, and nods to himself, murmuring another, “da…”

Without another word, he’s striding to pull down his warehouse roller doors, locking everything up. A ping to Watcher One signals he’s out of commission under further notice.

You couldn't focus. No matter how hard you tried. Every time John's cock teased your lips Nik would thrust horribly deep. The overwhelming fullness of it bringing tears to your eyes as your head dropped against John's thigh. Gripping his cock like a lifeline.

Thick fingers threaded through your hair, but it did nothing to calm you. Not when Nikolai was destroying your poor cunt like he was.

You tried to lift your head again. Hands shaking so much it was a struggle to angle the brit's cock towards your mouth. Lips parting to take him in, only to sob out a moan as Nik's thrusts shoved you up, forcing you to rest your forehead against John's stomach. The tip of his cock smearing precum against your cheek.

Babbling curses spilled from your lips as tears wet your lashes.

"Knew you were too fuckin' useless to have both of us at once..." John groaned. Neglected cock twitching where it rested in your palm.

You were too far gone to respond. Drool pooling on his belly when you rested. Your eyes foggy as you gazed up at him.

john price absolutely gets roped into being the mall santa after retirement. which eh repeatedly uses as an excuse to sit you on his lap and paw at your clit until you tell him exactly what you want on the 25th.

simon don’t celebrate christmas before meeting you and you can tell because when you ask him to get a tree he comes back with what you think is a branch from your neighbors yard. he makes it up to you by using it as fire wood (anything to keep the house warm enough to have you in booty shorts)

soap insists on baking his grandmothers cookies every year, the. the second the last batch goes into the oven his nose is nudging your clit and his tongue is fucking you against the counter. he only stops when you’ve come at least three times or your kitchen fills with smoke.

gaz wakes you up on christmas with cinnamon rolls and a glass of hot chocolate, gifts you a spa day, a nail appointment, and a mountain weekend, then makes all of your food for dinner. he knows it’s all worth it when you fuck him to sleep after getting home.

Something something, when you turn up for your first ever tattoo appointment the day after, guess who owns the place :)) turns out John does tattoos as well and Nikolai pierces. even though it’s tattoo artist! Johnny who does your tattoo, you can’t stop thinking about John and Nikolai - the men appear once and again, asking how you’re doing, if you want any water etc.

Then when you’re all finished, John gives you instructions on what to do the following days to keep the tattoo clean, his hands sliding along your body perhaps a bit too much. You even get a discount for “being a good girl” and a scribbled note with a number, in case you wanna go out for a drink with them soon.

Something something, when you leave you’re immediately considering if you want a tattoo from John or a new piercing from Nikolai.

No one knew what to make of you perched on the bases main building with your wings spread in the sun. You were a massive creature, almost to big for the roof of the building. It was a miracle you hadn't crumbled it or caved in the ceiling under your weight.

No one wanted to approach you. You were there when the sun came up, rumbling away as you watched everyone walking around base. They were wary of going anywhere near you, but you hadn't made yourself a threat. Yet.

"Thought dragons didn't nest near humans." Johnny murmurs nervously as he watches Nikolai and Price climb the ladder on the side of the building.

"It's rare, but not unheard of. Maybe it's here for tanks and stuff? Things to horde?" Kyle took an anxious breath when Price and Nik reached the top of the building and stepped over the ledge. Too close for his comfort, especially when your large head lowers down towards them.

"Hi, little ones.." You rumble quietly as you settle your chin to the roof. "Did you climb all the way up here?" John clears his throat as he shares a quick look with Nik. Out of all the questions he was ready for you to ask, that wasn't one of them.

"Yes, we did, we wanted to see what you wanted. Do you need something from the base?" Price asks. Dragons didn't ever threaten humans unless they were disrespectful of their territory. But this was new ground for Price. He'd never had a dragon come to him before.

"No, little one. Just want to keep an eye on my babies." You softly nudge his belly with your snout. "Be careful going down. Very fragile body." You rumble, giving Nik the same soft nuzzle. You watch with a close eye as they descend back down the ladder before returning to your sunbathing.

"Lost clutch syndrome?" Nikolai nods in agreement. "Anything we can do?"