#nik cod

[raveninrouge]

Nik: “Repeat: suka.” Y/n: “Sooka?” Nik: “Good. Means bitch.” Ghost: “STOP TEACHING HER THAT.” Y/n: “My vocabulary expands and so does my power.” Price: “At what cost?”

[s0fter-sin]

nikpricesoap where johnny goes to tattoo artist price to get sunshine tattooed on his chest

just old school fully tatted up price in a white tank showing off his arms, wearing black nitrile gloves while he inks johnny’s virgin skin, listening to his cut off whimpers as he fights not to squirm. he sits so well for him, even during the sharper lines that make him struggle, just hangs onto the chair and bites his bottom lip, and all price wants to do is find out what other noises he can get him to make, his jeans barely hiding his hardening cock as he drags the tattoo out

price pulling out his glasses for the finer line work, lamenting how he never used to need them but that’s what you get tattooing in the basements of clubs, half cut on alcohol and anything else he could get his hands on. he pauses midway through the tattoo to pull his belt line down and show off the faded, choppy lines in his inner pelvis he did as a dare, snickering to himself as he tells johnny that to this day he has no idea what it’s supposed to be; can barely remember doing it, he was so off his face and it’s so blown out it’s completely illegible anyway

johnny gives a weak laugh and can’t even pretend to look at the tattoo when he’s so captivated by the thick, wild mess of price’s pubes next to the faded ink

he’s completely done for when nik comes in at the same moment, cigar casually hanging from his lips, and crows his own loud laughter at the sight; unashamedly tugging his belt line even lower to get the full tattoo out and confessing he was the one who dared him to do it. he tells johnny as much as he can remember about that night too like he isn’t flashing the root of price’s cock just a hand’s breadth away from his face, his own hand covered in green-black ink from tattoos older than johnny is

but as the tattoo goes on, as they laugh and smoke and talk about the lives they’ve lived as alternative gay men and nik being an immigrant, coming up in communities that don’t want either of them so they built their own, it becomes about more than just lust

johnny admits to facing his own unique bigotry because of his religious upbringing, even as he beats back the twinge of shame at comparing it to what they’ve gone through. he tells them about leaving to go to uni, hoping he would find the freedom and sense of belonging he’s always wanted… just to find out even amongst these “liberated” minds, they have their own cliques and rules about who he’s supposed to be; the gay people he thought he would bond with just as prissy and regimented as his parents, telling him he’s too wild and gives the rest of them a bad name, that they’re better than those gross queers you always hear about

price finishes the tattoo and johnny struggles to bundle up the sharp sense of grief at the thought of leaving these men, of having to walk away from this burgeoning sense of safety and just how right it feels to be with them. he’s quiet as price wraps his chest, the touch gentle but for how rough and real his hands feel on his skin, and he almost flinches when nik throws his arm over his shoulders and asks if he feels up to getting something to eat; such a long session deserves aftercare, after all

his wording is so incredibly deliberate and johnny’s a blushing mess as he pushes out a meek, “sounds good”

just johnny getting taken under leather daddy price’s wing, being shown kink events and drag clubs, these “dirty” places that are more connected and protective of their own, no matter who they are, than anyone he’s ever met. nik showing him underground artists and thrash bands, singers that scream out their rage and their grief and their longing and musicians that break themselves to play with the intensity they have inside them; where he leaves shows feeling like he’d just been in a riot, so loose and bruised and free after seeing this pure display of sound and thought and artistic intent

he learns more about expression and integrity and emotion from them all than his carefully curated art class could ever hope to

johnny realising he was never going to fit in in these “proper” places no matter how much he tried to change himself. he always needed these alternative, sincere men to show him the world he was missing, the one you can only be invited to

he needed to be welcomed home instead of chasing one that would never be his

🚁💰🧼 (horny time)

genuinely can’t stop thinking about johnny trying to fit in with these high maintenance, judgemental college gays - waxing his whole body and going on a cut when all he’s ever wanted is to bulk up - getting taken in by old man nikprice who don’t count it as a fuck until they’re both filthy and disgusting; covered in each other’s spit and sweat and cum, the only reason they’re not still fucking because they physically can’t get it up any more and even then, they can’t stop groping each other’s soft cock and empty, sweat-damp balls

johnny who can’t even get head if he isn’t completely shaved and showered beforehand, staring in pure awe and longing as nik recounts pinning price down and eating his ass the night before when he got back from a three day tattoo convention and hadn’t slept or showered the whole time

all johnny can picture during his tattoo is sinking down on price’s cock, nik’s hand tangled in his hair and guiding him down, until his lips hit that old, faded ink; the two of them sharing that cigar as they indulge in sharing a new sweet young thing between them. he almost starts drooling as he goes even further, thinks about them chuckling to each other about how cute he is as he goes limp once they’re both finally inside him, his head falling back on nik’s shoulder, mouth slack as he does his best to cling to price. they wouldn’t even need to fuck him, just sit him on their cocks as his throbbing hole milks them…

both of them are just so big and hairy compared to his gym rat body, sleek and hairless since that’s what he’s been taught is most attractive. but here are these older effortlessly sexy men, their bulk and rough edges making them even hotter, and they like ruining his perfect hair and skin; the messier they get him, the better

nikprice seeing the repressed scent goblin and maybe even pig in johnny and dedicating themselves to bringing him into the light and proving he never has to be ashamed of his desires

[lyeofhell]

hey just so you know your protests and claims of being “too big” mean absolutely nothing and Nikolai would 100% flirt with you by pulling you into his lap while he sits in his pilot seat. he just will not hear it; the man needs an excuse to get his hands on you, now, and what better way to do that than to show you the ropes? maybe he’d light a cigarette and let you press all kinds of important buttons, whispering commands and nibbling on your earlobe to work a shy little giggle out of you — his way of working you open and warming you up. and something deep stirs in him at the sight of you playing, of following his orders; Nik’s exhaling clouds and smirking with his chin tucked over your shoulder, puffs curling into your face when he wraps his big bear paws around your hands and shows you how to steer. he’s got you squirming in his lap, soft thighs clenched together, anxiously fidgeting the closer his mouth gets to your skin. he coos graveled praise against your ear when you pull on the cyclic stick just right because you just listen so well…soft girls like you are good at listening, no? you think so? why don’t you show me how good you can listen, hm? part your legs, printsessa.

so yeah just so you’re like aware or whatever

[drmcboon]

[Domestic Nik] Commission for @danaeesarte

Tysm for commissioning me 💖!!

[panscalloffanfics]

Price is the one initiates the affection most when its just him and Nik. Price will come up behind Nik as he cooks in the kitchen and hug him from behind. Placing kisses on the base of his neck and shoulders while asking him question on what he is cooking. Price will be the one to slide up to Nik on the Davenport and lean on him while looking over his emails or reading. Laying down to rest his head in Nik's lap while watching whatever they put on the TV.

While Nikolai is the one who is the affection in public. He's the one who reaches for Price's hand while walking through the market. Grab the back of Price's belt loop to pull him in and give him a quick kiss on the cheek for no reason. Nik is the one to express his affection with words most. He's the one who says "I love you" most. Giving compliments to the point where Price is red as a tomato.

[em0goose]

Every night, Gaz does the same exact routine for bed. Two and a half minutes brushing his teeth, five to wash his face, and another several minutes to pick out pajamas that feel right on both his fingers and his body, which some night feels like an impossible task, then he has to check the windows and his bedroom door—in the safest house he could ever be in, but just in case—and then, after turning on his nightlights and washing his hands one more time, he can get in bed.

That, with the addition of the fuzziness in his head. Every night, it's the same thing. Same steps, same time. But with everything getting fuzzier the sleepier he gets, it gets so much more difficult to balance all of it at once.

Although he's known Price a long time, and therefore Nik a long time too, if he's not the one who's checked everything, then it keeps him up longer. If he's unlucky, he wakes up in the middle of the night with it on his mind.

It has to be the same.

Any variation in routine leaves him stuck on the bathroom floor, hiccuping sobs that consume his whole body. It's his plan, it has been for several years.

The only time it ever can differ is when Nik is home, instead of just their Mama. Even then, it makes him gnaw at his cheek.

Nik is so, so careful with him as he tucks the blankets around him nice and snug, far better than Mama typically does. It's their little secret, though. Sometimes Baba does it better.

The bed creaks as Nik settles over the covers next to Kyle. There's a brief moment that Nik waits—not hesitating, waiting—for Kyle to decide if he can stay. A quiet beat of time, waiting for the boy to either snuggle up to him or nudge him away.

Kyle laying his head on Nik's chest tells him the answer; he can stay.

"Be slow," Gaz huffs just a little bit through his nose.

"I'll read slow, little one, do not worry." Baba hums, accompanied by a gentle hand stroking the back of his neck. He sits with a knee up, that way his other hand can prop a book against it to flip through the pages easier.

"You promise-?" His eyebrows furrow. Kyle wiggles a little bit to nudge himself closer to his caregiver.

"Da, of course. And I always stay until you sleep, I promise." Nik adds the extra reassurance of a soft kiss on Kyle's forehead.

"M'kay..." The boy mumbles back, the rest of his face scrunching at the kiss, and then the warm laughter of Nik chuckling at him.

"Finish where we left off, hm?"

"Go back a chapter!"

"Even better." Said without any sarcasm, too. Gaz likes that about Nik, especially when he's small. He has his sarcastic comments, but with him? Direct and honest.

Kyle snuggles up to his caregiver as he softly begins to read. A kids chapter book that he's forgotten the name of in his sleepy, fuzzy mind. That hand on the back of his neck still softly stroking his skin, keeping a constant touch that keeps Kyle here. Listening and allowing his eyes to droop closed the longer Nik reads.

And like Kyle, it makes Nik sleepy too. As always, though, Nik presses another kiss to his forehead with a soft goodnight, my otter before 'resting his eyes'.

When Price finds them later after Nik doesn't come to bed, he doesn't wake the two of them up. That bed can fit the two of them just fine, and Kyle finally looks like he's resting.

A boy and his Baba. That's who Kyle needed, of course it is. The man who can get him to rest so much easier than everyone else, can settle that rigid state of mind to let Kyle breathe...

Occasionally, John wonders what he's not doing right or what mustn't be enough for Gaz to ease up the rest of the way. As long as he can rest with Nik, though, it'll be okay.

He'll kiss both their heads and tuck a Gaz pre-approved blanket over Nik so he doesn't get cold overnight, before heading to bed himself.

John still wakes up with a full bed anyway, Johnny at his left and Simon at his right.

Kyle wakes up still tucked against Nikolai's chest. And for the first time in a long time, it doesn't make his head run a mile a minute with intrusive thoughts and worries. It's quiet. His Baba is right there. He's got him, of course.

[lisenberry]

Nikolai today.

(My pin terest is officially cooked. There's no coming back from this one)

[xerthsfantazies]

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