Mmm, Immortal Nik Losing His World While Still Living In A World He No Longer Wants To Be In. Delicious.

Obsessing over the idea of AgeGap!NikPrice where Nik(32) meets Price(22) when he’s coming to assist on a mission and sees the sergeant mouthing off to his Captain with little fear and a lot of audacity and saying something about how he “looked like he had a tumor of his nose”(he’d broken it a few days ago), and that he should just “let him lead” because he wouldn’t be able to “see around his second head”(which earns him toilet duty later).

And from that day forward, the criminal pilot was infatuated with the snappy Brit. His confidence, his whit, especially his lack of care for authority. He was headstrong and mouthy, and he definitely had the strength to back it up, and Nikolai could admire that.

He didn’t start to love him until one day when he’d said something that got the sergeant riled up and punched him in the nose. Apparently, commenting on how pretty his eyes were was somewhat of a death wish in John’s world, but Nik soon thought otherwise when he caught the sergeant’s freckled ears turning red and his cheeks a light shade of pink.

..and I can’t bring myself to finish this.. ran out of ideas. Someone help me please!!!! @homosexualgirlandbags any ideas stinker?😓

What if one day Nik is helping John with his garden out back and it gets really hot so he ties up his hair into a man bun before lifting two heavy bags of soil, one under his arm and the other over his shoulder.

John sees this and drags that man back inside for a few minutes before they come back out to finish planting the Marigold seeds.

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).

(More on this paragraph from my last tibbit)

Sometimes when John is being a prick, Nikolai will drag him to a janitor’s closet and put his mouth to better use instead of listening to him chatter about how he could take him in a fist fight.

But if John’s being too much of a prick one day, he’ll take him to the hangar, sit them both down in the pilot seat, and watch the sergeant squirm and ride his meaty thigh until he’s a crying, writhing mess.

..kinda like now..

After a few too many insults one day during evac training, Nik excused the two of them because apparently he needed help grabbing something in the hangar(even though he’s perfectly capable of getting it himself), and drags John along.

Now a good thirty minutes have passed and John is on his second orgasm, back arching and hands grabbing at the armrests as he pants, fogging the windows up.

“Take your time lyubov', we’ve got all the time in the world.” Nik mutters as he watches the sergeant squirm.

“N-Nik.” John grunted, trying to move off Nik’s thigh as he became increasingly overstimulated. “Nik, please-”

Suddenly the Russian grabbed his hips and pulled him back onto his leg, beginning to bounce his thigh. This caused the Brit to cry out, body shaking and tears pricking in the corners of his eyes as Nik held him tightly, leaning in to whisper filthy words in different languages to John, which soon pushed him over the edge as he came for the third time.

“Khoroshiy mal'chik.” Nik said with a grin, kissing down John’s neck slowly before nipping at his collarbone. “If you’ll hump a leg like this, I wonder how you’d hump a c-”

“Shut up.” John choked out, mustering up his best glare despite it looking just a bit too desperate. “Yer’ nothin’ but a mangy dog.”

Nik pauses in his seat for a second, staring up at the sergeant with a blank look. John stares back down in triumph because, for a singular second he thought that he was finally able to shut the pilot up.

..Oh how he was sorely mistaken, because in the next minute he was in the chair with his legs thrown over Nik’s shoulders, feeling the hard bulge of the man between his legs and how hot and mean it felt.

“Ready to test my earlier theory dorogoy?” Nik asks as he unzips his jumpsuit and shifts his boxers to let his length spring free, hitting John’s thigh with a soft thud.

John’s eyes widen a bit as he took in the sight of the Russian, noting how pre dribbled down his shaft in stringy lines and dripped onto the seat, soaking it in small, sticky dots.

Ah man.. what’s John gotten himself into?

Don’t stop, get it get it💃🏾💃🏾

#midlife crisis

In the back of my mind, John Price thinks he’s the most terrible, most horrible, and most despicable person to ever roam the Earth, and he can’t really pick an explanation as to why he feels this way.

He’s tried talking to a therapist about it, but the session ended within thirty minutes because he got upset(conflicted) with himself and decided that he wasn’t as fragile as he was making himself out to be, because why would a thirty-seven year old Captain of a TaskForce need mental and emotional support? Beats him.

It all comes crashing down when he and Nik get into an argument(as all couples do sometimes) and end up in a shouting match that eventually leads to Nik saying something that triggers a gear in the back of John’s brain, and suddenly the Brit is spewing things back at the Russian with more venom than anticipated.

By the end of it, he notices that Nik has calmed down and is inching towards him slowly, muttering something in Russian that he can’t care to translate. And just as Nik wraps him in a tight embrace, John registers the wetness under his eyes and down his cheeks and is embarrassed because— since when did someone like him cry? When was the last time he cried? Has he ever cried before??

Long story short, Nik makes sure to tell the boys that their Captain won’t be in for a while, he hires a good psychological therapist that can help, and they all get ready to dig deeper into the enigma that is Johnathan Michael Price Jr.

I can imagine (Omega)Sergeant Price dealing with his heat for the first time and not knowing what to do because he’s been on heat suppressors since he was fourteen and never thought that one day they could just stop doing their fucking job.

He goes damn near the entire day acting as if everything is normal and gracefully ignores the hungry stares he’s getting from his colleagues before getting dragged into MacMillan’s office by- hm- Mac his damn self, and sat down across from his captain.

“What the fuck son?” Mac questions, the alpha covering his nose with a mask. “You smell like fuckin’ fresh wood and coffee. You off your suppressors?”

John wants to sink into the floor.

“No. They just stopped working.” He says with a frown, lifting an arm to smell himself. “You sayin’ I stink?”

Mac throws a book at him.

“No, I’m saying that you’re walkin’ around here like a turkey who has no idea it’s about to become a Thanksgiving dinner!”

John frowns and shrugs. “So what do I do? Take another pill? Hide out in my room?”

“Taking another will damage something—.. if it hasn’t already.” Mac grumbles, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Just put some scent blockers on and disappear for a while. I’m sure that-”

Before he could say anything else, Nikolai walks in looking dirty and rugged, but handsome nonetheless. John’s omega purrs at that.

“Johnathan!” Nikolai grins, moving to give him a hug before stopping and looking at him. “You are off of your suppressors?”

“The stupid things stopped working.” The sergeant grumbles for the last time, trying his best not to pay too much attention to the way Nikolai is hungrily eyeing him. “And I ran out of fuckin’ scent blockers too.”

“Shame.” Nikolai says gruffly, and John has to glance back at the man for a second before dragging his attention back to his captain, ears burning red.

“Fuck it, I’ll just deal.” John says as he gets up, and Mac shakes his head at the boy but doesn’t stop him, knowing he won’t see reason. “I’m goin’ to do paperwork. Wanna come Nik?”

Nikolai, who’s been quiet and respectfully eyeing John, nods almost immediately and follows him out, damn near slamming the door as he follows the sergeant to his quarters.

Maybe inviting the alpha was a good bad idea, because just as they hit the five minute mark clothes were being pulled off, beds were creaking, and loud moans filled the space.

John hadn’t intended for this to happen. No, he was truly, honestly trying to do his paperwork. But with the way Nik was eyeing him(and with the way the pilot’s musky scent was filling the air), he just simply couldn’t help himself and was scent into heat right then and there, and Nik had no issues with taking care of it for him.

You can’t convince me that pre-Captain Price didn’t have the iconic early-2000’s spiky hair look when he was a sergeant or still in highschool.

And trust me, he was the shit(and made sure everyone knew it too).

This is so awesome sauce

I hope you know that your Omega Price and Alpha Nik are actually sending me insane.

Like this dynamic... oh my GOSH please I'm biting at the bars of my cage HELLO

I can imagine Price being so reluctant to do anything, but like when his heat comes he's both desperate and not wanting too. Idk smt about that UGH.

Don't mind me teehee have an amazing day/night Jack! You're awesome :3

Cheers, bud! I really enjoy omegaverse. But the omega needs to be capable of tearing out throats for it to really pull me in.

I've got a half written thing I've had for ages about Nik and Price getting shot down in a fixed wing aircraft. Nik and Price have to bail and Nik ends up getting quite badly hurt. Price has to carry him to safety under heavy fire. He goes into a protective heat, because that's when omega are at their strongest. (Bit of a spin on it.) And he ends up mating with Nik (Nik's into it). Then, when the rest of the 141 come and find them, Price is so deep in the fervour of heat that he fights them with his bare fuckin' hands. Soap has to clock him in the back of the head while he's hammering away on Ghost's face, because he doesn't see his taskforce, only three threats to his wounded alpha; the father of his pups.

Imagine that feral bastard melting from the shadows of a cave and descending like some fury from hell. Blood in his teeth still from where he claimed Nik.

Y’all know those days where you just sit back and start to reminisce on the shit you let people do to you in the past and just think.. how the fuck did I let them get away with that?

Like.. no fades were caught? Nobody ran up?? No nothing???

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Ts haunts me in my dreams bro😓