Imagining Young Price Being Conflicted About His Feelings For Nikolai And, To Deal With These Newfound

This is so silly😭❤️

HIIII! I LOVE THE WAY YOU DREW ROACH! You made him look so badass! 🤎

OH HI THANKS (but I don't make anything look at him he is just like that by himself I guess??)

Cosmic brownies are fucking DELISH when no one’s in your ear telling you otherwise👌🏾🤤

(Dragon Hybrid) Sergeant Price defends (Human) Captain MacMillan and damn near tears the face off a higher up for him putting his hands on his captain.

This is followed by hybrid detainees grabbing and tasing Sergeant Price until he was out cold before they chained him up and took him away to a holding cell until he woke up.

(I don’t have much for this, so if anyone wants to finish, BE MY GUEST!!)

Hey, bud. I hope you have a fantastic new year! It's so great to see you writing for Nikprice, and I have a damn backlog to get through, don't I? Keep writing, keep creating. Stay safe.

Literally fell out of my bed at this because— I just won one of the hardest games on Roblox and all of a sudden one of my favorite NikPrice bloggers sends me this and tells me to have a fantastic new year?? Either the universe is favoring me or something bad’s about to happen in 0.2 seconds.

Either way, this made my entire afternoon and now I’m gonna go brag to my roommate about the gold I just received.

Have an amazing New Year’s Eve and an even better New Year, and stay plenties of safe out there!

(P.S: A little something I did on Pinterest)

Nikolai’s favorite thing on John is his thighs(and his ass, but that’s a story for another day).

He loves the plump firmness of them, loves to squeeze them or feel them squeeze him, and whenever John’s sitting somewhere or laying down, he’ll lay his head right in his lap and doze off or read a book.

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Whenever he’s eating John out, he’ll purposely change paces to feel him clench around his head and grind against his face, barely having the luxury of hearing those deep, wanton noises the Captain makes as he approaches his inevitable climax.

If he suffocates, he’ll do it with dignity.. and spend on face.

If Price were an insect, I’d think he’d be a moth of some sort. Like, the fluffy ones with the big fluffy bodies and the large wings and huge eyes that you can stare into. And he’d snuggle up close to the stem of a succulent plant and sleep there because it has good shade.

If Nik were an insect, I think he’d be a big ass beetle. And not the ones with the round bodies and round heads, but the ones with the horns on their faces and spikes shooting from their torsos, and the semi-long legs that can’t quite move as fast but will get there with enough wrath and mischief. He’d snuggle beside a fluffymoth!Price, right under a huge fluffy wing, and go to sleep in the pot of that weird succulent plant.

on the other side of the voice kink, imagine nik wanting to draw out all kinds of noises from price while they fuck while price being conscious about his voice or being too noisy and loud but nik reassures him anyway

Oook, but this is really hot?

So, John has been in the military since he was sixteen, right? That's your entire adult life in barracks or hotel rooms with paper thin walls. Very hard to have intimacy when your fellow soldier might be jacking off to the plap-plap of your hips pounding away, your moans and your dirty talk. For John, sex is quiet, discreet. Covert. His orgasms are always through held breath and a body so seized with tension to stay quiet that he looks physically in pain.

For Nik, sex is a damn rave. He wants all the mess, all the noise, all the broken furniture. It's a celebration of pleasure, of the body, and he likes playing his lovers like a damn orchestra.

Nik holding John's chin, two fingers in his mouth to keep it open so John can't muffle his noises. Being noisy and filthy himself, telling John exactly how good he feels, what he wants to do to him, encouraging him to be louder - "come on baby, let me hear you, tell me how much you want it" - or Nik always chooses positions where he can fuck so deep, give John orgasms that make his legs shake, turning that captain into a screamer one thorough dickening at a time.

I’ll say this and then leave it, but Kendrick Lamar’s performance was truly one for the books. People who didn’t and still don’t understand it are the ones who are blind to what’s going on right now, and will be the ones saying “Woe is me” when shit really hits the fan in the coming future(even though it already has).

Wake up America. It’s only gonna be so long before the land of the free burns.

LOL WHAT?? TS GOT ME DEAD🤣🤣

John, who snuck out to the patch of forest behind base to smoke a cig and take a swing of the Guinness he was not supposed to have, seeing how he had just gotten discharged.

Nikolai, who was hiding out behind a tree, with the sole express purpose of making sure a certain John Price doesn't sign his life (and liver) away so close to his retirement.

Laswell who was in the forest to video call with her wife, because she can't do it in base. (Least the rest of 141 starts calling her wife their other mother)

John stumbles over his footsteps, half drunk, causing Laswell to throw a rock in John's direction. Nikolai ends up tackling Laswell to the ground.

They both watched as John tripped over the rock Laswell threw, face planted himself on the floor and promptly started snoring.

The video Laswell had on file contains the maniacal laughter of Laswell as Nikolai grows red and stands up, tending to his very passed out husband instead.

He’d fucked up.

He’d fucked up by thinking he could love, by thinking he could actually have something so warm and soft in his big calloused hands, by thinking he’d be able to shield and protect the soul that’d been bound to his ever since he met the man who carried it in a bar after a botched mission.

He fucked up when he let the man’s oblivious and quick-witted charm work its way into his— what he thought was dead— heart, when he got his contact info and the two stayed on the phone from dusk to dawn seven days a week.

He fucked up when he showed his helicopter to him for the first time, let a sliver of himself and his passions show to the blue eyed brit and almost burst with happiness when it was accepted and praised instead of shunned.

He fucked up sticking around for so many years and getting to know the man inside and out; what made him tick, what expression or gesture meant what emotion, what he liked and disliked, what got him to sing his name like a praise,. It was all a mistake.

Because now, here he was with that same man’s upper body cradled to his torso and his head pressed into his chest, hands desperately trying to hold together his temple and put back pieces of his skull which was splattered on what felt like every surface it could reach.

“Милый. Мой мир».” Nik muttered, voice uncharacteristically shaky and pained as he pressed his forehead to John’s. “Мне очень жаль. Джонатан, прости меня.”

Blue eyes stared up at him in response, though where they once held light, now held a cold dullness.

He’d fucked up by opening his heart, especially with the enemies he’s made throughout the years. And now, he’s forced to live with the consequences of daring to bring something precious into the cruel reality.