#plug!nikolai

https://x.com/HNEYLUVR/status/2052187067564593257/video/1?s=46

Tell me this isn’t Nikolai omggg🤭🤭

Even the caption suits him if u squint. An AU where he’s a dealer and just falls in love with one of his clients and wants to be the only one taking care of her

What if we made this a little darker 😈

Cw: drug use, coercion, kind of non-consensual prostitution

Nikolai who’s your boyfriend’s plug.

Love your writing pooks!!

I do think of Nik as the king of non-sexual nudity

He throws on a robe in the morning with nothing underneath. Usually doesn’t bother to tie it closed.

You’re in the kitchen and he’ll come from behind to hug you, and you can still feel his cock against you— noticeable even when it’s soft.

And you know this man has never sat with his thighs together in his life. And you know they’re thick and hairy. He’d love for you to join him— you basically swim in his robes, but he loves to see that, so he’s hesitant to get you one of your own.

He’ll lounge on the cough with his legs spread, maybe throwing one over the arm of the couch, that’s usually how he does his reading.

And no matter the weather, his thighs are so warm. Perfect place to lay your head and a perfect surface to ride. If you follow his lead and go around with your pussy out, he’s definitely going to snatch you when you’re passing by and straddle you on his thigh and start bouncing and tensing it. He loves to see you slick up and wet the hair on his thigh until it’s matted down and sticky.

Of course he loves to see how you try to avoid looking right at his dick. And yeah, if he catches you staring he might flex or make it twitch just to see you jump.

“Sorry to shop and run,” Price says with a rare look of actual apology on his face, handing a sealed envelope over. Nik takes it with the same kind smile he always does.

“Don’t worry about it. Plenty of time to catch up after this next job, no?” His attention suddenly drifts when some rustling sounds from inside, a quiet little ‘Kolya?’ barely audible. Just like that, the envelope is forgotten on the entryway table right next to the dish for keys and loose change.

Price makes the decision to intrude a little by walking a few steps forward, just in time to see Nik kissing your nose.

“Go back down, maýshka. I’ll carry you to bed soon.”

You murmur something Price can’t make out, wiggling back into your little cocoon, huffing as if exhausted. Nikolai nuzzles noses with you before kissing your forehead and getting back up, leaning to tug the string on the lamp by the couch so it can’t keep you up. Now the living room just has soft lighting cast from the kitchen.

“Don’t suppose that’s a customer,” John states, Nikolai shooing him back to the door. Bastard still has his boots on.

“No. Not a customer. I’ll introduce you next time you visit at a more human hour.”

Nikolai has a nice apartment. Or is it a condo? He seemed to imply he owns it, but you’re not sure. He sure as hell doesn’t act like a renter. Says he’s changed out the fixtures and repainted the walls over the years.

The place is full of neat little things. Beautiful antiques. Collectibles. And a lot of them are like you— someone wanted what he had but couldn’t pay, so he offered a trade. It’s how he got the Tiffany lamp that hangs above the breakfast nook. The beautiful solid wood canopy bed frame. The sweet little canary in his parlor— Lizaveta. The large, intricate antique quilt folded over the back of his sofa.

And from how he looks at all of them, keeps them neat and nice, you get the sense that he took them because he wanted them, yes, but more so that they weren’t being appreciated. Some things he has pictures of when they first came home with him— of dusty stained glass and brittle pinfeathers.

You wonder what you must look like now and what you’ll look like in a year.

You know, I’ve gone back and forth over this in my mind.

I think he’s a little more strict about where he smokes in his place— that’s for the balcony only. He doesn’t want his place to smell like weed, and he has Lizaveta’s health to consider.

I kind of imagine reader doesn’t have much interest in it, though, and Nikolai is keen to that. When you’d partake before, it was to be polite/social. Also I imagine your boyfriend was kind of annoying when he got high and it put you off of it lol.

While you’re allowed to do what you want, and he’d supply you if you asked, he likes it better that you don’t. Mostly because he’d hate for you to be accused of fucking the weed man for weed, basically. Your ex, for example, has to reckon with the fact that you definitely didn’t go off with Nikolai for that.

And he is aware that he takes advantage of people wanting to cope with their lives. People who are so desperate that they’ll trade away anything. It does hurt his heart a little to imagine you in a position like that.