You've known the name "john price" long before you knew how to write your own, child fingers tracing the letters on your arm, reverent.

You tried finding him, of course you did, but as it happens john price is far too common of a name. You give up on your dreams eventually. life demands you to actually live it instead of waiting for the signal to go.

As it happens, on one of your nights out you stumble upon him.

John price. You had noticed him in the bar earlier, drawn to him in a way you couldn't explain, and now it's him approaching you. He nods at your exposed arm, body between you and the rest of the crowd, almost possessive. "You are my soulmate, yes?"

Your name rolls off his tongue like honey, has your soul thumping at the thought of the one.

John price is big, strong, and dangerously handsome. He smells like whiskey and smoke and expensive cologne that tells you the gold around his neck is real. He keeps glancing at your mark with a smile, awestruck the same as you.

"Can i see my name? I want...I want to feel it." You tug at his leather jacket impatiently.

"Ah, bad idea. I was...hurt. left a scar right next to it, looks quite gruesome." He frowns, redirecting your hand to his lips for a kiss. You understand, soulmarks are personal, add in insecurity about scars and...you decide not to push.

Still, when his hand slides low on your back, eyes lidded in desire, you follow him home.

God are you thankful john is your soulmate, you're not sure how you could enjoy another man after the night he gave you. Entire body sore and pleased, face-down on his bed.

john price absolutely gets roped into being the mall santa after retirement. which eh repeatedly uses as an excuse to sit you on his lap and paw at your clit until you tell him exactly what you want on the 25th.

simon don’t celebrate christmas before meeting you and you can tell because when you ask him to get a tree he comes back with what you think is a branch from your neighbors yard. he makes it up to you by using it as fire wood (anything to keep the house warm enough to have you in booty shorts)

soap insists on baking his grandmothers cookies every year, the. the second the last batch goes into the oven his nose is nudging your clit and his tongue is fucking you against the counter. he only stops when you’ve come at least three times or your kitchen fills with smoke.

gaz wakes you up on christmas with cinnamon rolls and a glass of hot chocolate, gifts you a spa day, a nail appointment, and a mountain weekend, then makes all of your food for dinner. he knows it’s all worth it when you fuck him to sleep after getting home.

You knew the drink you had been given had tasted weird. Not bad, just weird. It had only taken a few sips for whatever Nikolai had slipped into your drink to make you woozy. "Oh, poor darling. Can't handle your liquor, hmm?" That warm Russian accent cooing in your ear was the last thing you heard before you slipped into unconsciousness.

When you woke up, your head was aching, mouth dry as you tried to sit up. You can hear the rumble of a car engine, worried for a moment that you were locked in the trunk. Whatever was in your system muddled your mind so badly it took several minutes to get your bearings.

You were in the backseat, arms tied behind your back, ankles bound, and something tied over your eyes. The car goes over a bump, your head bouncing against the back seat. You whimper in pain, which alerts someone in the front seat.

"Y/N is up. Careful on the road."

That wasn't Nikolai, and you felt a spike of panic run through you. But if they wanted to hurt you, why would the other man tell him to be careful. You whimper in pain again, wishing your hands were free so you could massage your aching skull.

"We're going to stop soon for some food. You'll feel better when you eat." Nikolai spoke next, his warm palm rubbing your thigh and giving it a squeeze. You found the touch oddly soothing, dozing in and out of sleep until you feel the car stop.

You hear the doors open, warm hands grabbing your waist and pulling you toward the door. "If you try to run, you won't get far." Nik warns, untying your legs first and then your arms. "And if you do, you won't last long in the middle of nowhere."

The blindfold is pulled off, making you flinch back from the bright diner sign. Whatever Nikolai had given you made it hard for you to stand, leaning into Nikolai's chest as he helps you out of the car.

"Oh, poor thing." A bearded man appears in front of you, cradling your jaw in his hand. "Are you hungry, sweetheart?" He coos, stroking a thumb under your eye. You feel Nikolai chest rumbling against your cheek, but you can barely understand him as he guides you into the diner.

He sets you on the inside of the booth, pulling you to his side so you won't face plant into the table. "You're shivering. It must be so cold out for you since you forgot your jacket." Nik chuckles as the waitress approaches the table.

"We'll have two black coffees, and they'll have a hot chocolate." Nikolai orders, squeezing your hip softly when you start to mumble a protest. The waitress smiles as she walks away, giving you a little wink as she did.

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.

And... I just had a thought of 141 bringing Nik to their home, totally forgetting to tell their missus.

The missus in question was already cooking up a storm cause you know those four could eat you out of house and home when not prepared

But when they walk in and you can see nik trailing after your men all thoughts but one fade

'you have to feed this bear so good he'll hibernate on your couch'

They didnt even have time to introduce nik to you before you pivoted and went back to the kitchen, muttering that you didnt have enough food for a fully grown bear but no one would go hungry!

That was met with low chuckles and a very confused russian. Your men knew how you loved to cook for them and make sure they were well fed

But good god this man! You couldnt decide whether to jump him to cuddle or offer all dishes cooked with yourself as dessert

John couldnt hide the smile in his beard if he tried. He had hoped to trigger your nesting instincts, just like they latched on when he introduced his boys to you.

And your fears of having not enough food to satisfy five grown mens appetites were totally unfunded based on the men littered about your living room.

The battle field that was your dinner table and kitchen would go ignored for now. With you having a deal with whoever didnt help cook, you could really sit down without feeling like you had to jump to the kitchen the next second.

You were so startled with another mouth to feed that you didnt give much thought to introductions.

Finally able to unwind you cuddled into kyles side, johnny having taken over the other side while john and simon relaxed in their favourite recliners nursing their food baby. You could finally get to know Nik!

But it seemed you reached your goal sooner than anticipated as the russian couldnt keep his eyes open anymore. He lay on your couch, head leaned back, arms cradling his full stomach and with a snore coming from him that put simon to shame.

Keep you seated on his lap, one big hand on your thigh, thumb idly stroking up and down your skin while the other nurses a blunt. He doesn't smoke much himself, but god, he loves how cute you are when you're high, so he just keeps bringing it to your lips, another one, kotik, just one more big breath for me again and again until you're doped up and limp against him, his chest solid and strong and warm.

He likes you like this. Likes you most ways, but especially like this, high out of your mind and floating, kittenish in the way to cling to him and nuzzle against him, humming softly in pleasure when he presses a kiss to the side of your head. Spoiled rotten. You're a spoiled little thing and he can't help the way his hand begins to creep its way up up up your thigh until he's toying with your clit, absentmindedly stroking through your folds to gather up the wetness.

He likes to fuck you with his fingers when you're crossfaded. Soft little sounds escaping you when he stretches you lazily with his fingers, cooing soft praise to you that he's not even sure you hear.

☆ prompt list ☆ masterlist ☆

todays prompts:

Double Penetration - Impact Play - Pillory/ Stocks

cw: threesomes (mmf/ffm), double penetration, creampie, spanking

Nikolai and Price - Being a couple for as long as they have been they know exactly what they need, and sometimes thats a third. and don't worry, they always make sure their third is well taken care of.

Ghost and Soap - despite being so close they still cant share anything, constantly arguing over stupid things, but maybe you just might be able to teach them to share.

Alejandro and Rudy - The two of them are a heart and a soul, yet they're so different. rudy is more passive snd calm while Alejandro is aggressive and takes the lead - and not just on the battlefield.

Graves and Soap - Their time in Las Almas made them get close in no time, spending nights sharing stories and tales from their lives, and maybe something else.

Gaz and Price - When Kyle told him that he never had a threesome before, john knew that there was no way he'd let his boy miss out on that. thank god his partner is open minded.

cuts out at the start of the smut bcs i realized i didn't really want to write it *shrug* enjoy! 1k Nik x reader. gn reader, no real content warnings

Your car wouldn't start but your temper sure as hell would.

You slumped forward, resting an already sweaty forehead against the steering wheel, sending up a prayer. "Please, start. Please," you begged, trying the key turn one more time. The engine sputtered, the dashboard lit up . . .

—and then it died.

"You stupid piece of . . . fuck!" you yelled into the humid air, slamming your hands on the steering wheel before shoving the door open. Crawling out you glared at your normally very reliable car. Why had it forsaken you?

Moving back inside the air conditioned house you went over your options. You could call a tow truck to take it to the mechanic or you could peruse craigslist and see if you could find a mobile mechanic. Surely not everything on there was a swindle.

Weighing the costs between the two options you pulled out your phone and opened your browser.

Craigslist it was.