I Need Price To Sit On Nikolai's Lap While He Shaves Him With An Old-timey Razor.

Ik Price is a dominant leadership figure(he is Captain after all), but what if someone just broke all that down and made him submissive? And if not a soft sub, then sassy sub?

I could see that.

He’d be running his mouth while getting railed and eventually get his world rocked so hard that he’s babbling straight nonsense. Put in so many positions yet never turned loose for a singular second.

..I need some sleep.

Every other person in power is dying except those who actually need to die. Like— wtf??

Y’know what, screw it, I might just take matters into my own hands atp.

This is amazing

Nikolai can't help but get hard when he's massaging John, digging his thumbs into the other man's shoulders and releasing him from the hold his tension has on him.

Because John makes the same noises that he does when he's sinking down on the pilot's cock and making a show of riding him, playing with his tits as he throws his head back, wanton moans falling from his lips.

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.

I feel like Nik has a tattoo of John’s name somewhere on his chest. Whether that be on his left tit, right tit, or smack dab in the middle, none of that matters to John when he’s kissing his husband’s torso and working his way down to the bulge in his pants.

I also feel like John has a tattoo of Nik’s name on his lower back just above his ass. Whenever the two are alone and he has his shirt off, Nik will trace the design gently with his left hand while the right is fondling his husband to the point of no return.

Nik has a CRAZY wind up for smacking ass when he and John are home alone. Nuclear shit that makes John Tom and Jerry scream /hj

He sees John bending over to grab something out of a cupboard and he locks in on his target with the focus of a sniper.

If John jumps and hits his head inside of the cabinet then he knows he'll have to buy dinner to win the Enlishman's favor, yet again but he won't regret it.

Sometimes I think that when Nik and Price are lying in bed together and Nik has his shirt off, Price will begin to knead his stomach and make “biscuits” because he “finds it therapeutic”.

However, when Nik goes on a diet for.. idk, medical reasons?, and loses his stomach, Price pouts and tries everything in his will to get his man to fatten back up(though his attempts are fruitless).

..Price being told to kill Nikolai because he’s being suspected of giving away info and having connections to Makarov, as well as helping him get more weapons.

..Price being devastated because— what? Nik wouldn’t do that.

The Nik that he’s known since he joined the military wouldn’t do that.

The Nik that he’s spent countless nights with telling his deepest, darkest secrets to wouldn’t do that.

The Nik that he shared his first kiss with, who he gave his heart and soul to, wouldn’t do that.

…The Nik that he’s let around his boys, that he’s let into his life, wouldn’t do that.

..he has until Friday to do it, to put a bullet in his lover’s skull. If he fails, then they’ll get Nik and him for suspicion of cover up. Hell, maybe they’ll beat Nik bloody in front of him(or vice versa), who knows?

John’s at a loss on what to do, so he calls his old captain for advice. At the end of the conversation, he’s left with two choices: Play by the kings, or Play by the sword.

I think the choice is obvious.

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.

Something something Omega John Price has an attitude, something something, Alpha Nikolai fixes it something something.