Hate It When I Go From Looking Like Fine Shyt To Dry Shit😭😭(how Tf Do I Shape My Eyebrows On My

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I fear John serves too much cunt for him to not get into trouble for his sass when he's younger.

Just imagine with me for a second, a young faced John, standing next to a freshly promoted Kate Laswell. Even back then, she seemed to be the one tugging at his bitch vest whenever the man got too far. Didn't exactly help that he gets pissed off over the littlest things.

Someone insults his captain? Ends with John cursing the poor bastard to a corner with tears.

Some poor bloke got into the way of John whilst he was stressed? Laswell didn't even know there was a way to construct an English sentence like that.

Some foreigner bloke starts cursing him out in another language? John somehow manages to insult the man's mother through Google translate. With correct grammar too.

A guy picks a fight with John? Well, Laswell refuses to talk about the ending, so we'll never know.

His captain probably has more grays in his head dedicated to John. Laswell was sure she was gonna die of heart failure at an early age if she continues on with her smoking and being friends with John.

...Which was exactly the reason why she introduced Nikolai to John. Sure, it was bad that John had cracked the man's nose. But could you really blame her if that was the moment she sees Nikolai eyes light up in intrigue?

And in the days that followed, could you blame Laswell if she places John on patrol in the kinda places Nik would lurk around? She's just doing damage control for herself and his poor captain. She's innocent, your honour.

Fortunately for Laswell, it worked. Very well. Price finally calms his tits down for a second. And the first time she sees Price not immediately insult someone's entire bloodline over a little mistake (just their parents), she knew she succeeded.

Unfortunately for her, it worked too well. So we'll in fact that Nik didn't bother closing his heli whilst rutting into John.

She doesn't think she wants to ever recall the way she had locked eyes with Nik whilst the dirty old bastard (he's 7 years older than John damnit) clamps his hand over John's mouth.

Sigh.

She doesn't suppose she could control John's temper in the first place without the man taking it out on someone else's arse. Even if it was literal.

Oh well.

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I feel like at first, John wouldn’t pay Nik any mind. He got men like that who were entranced by him, and he’s not studdin’ any of them. He’s just there to make his money, get a few drinks, and leave until he’s needed again.

However, Nik is a persistent little shit and shows up to all of his performances, and everytime John spots him in the crowd the Russian gets a shit-eating grin on his face because he knows that he’s— slowly but surely— working his way into his the singer’s heart.

And work he does.

He’ll walk John to his car at night, offer him his umbrella(even though John probably has his own), buy him a few drinks, and defend him from any men who’re more.. grabby. And even though Nik knows that John is more than capable of defending or taking care of himself, he can’t help but get high off the small red tinge that graces the singer’s face whenever he does what he does, because it means that he’s slowly engraving himself spot in his life(and hopefully soon, his heart and soul).

(FancyEventSinger)Price performing at a very, very high end (and over priced) restaurant, the band switching from slow orchestras to upbeat jazz and the guests either conversing with one another or swaying to the music.

(MafiaBoss)Nikolai sitting at the bar and quietly sipping his whiskey while listening to the siren-like voice coming from the stage(if he were a sailor lost at sea, he’d surely be dead by now).

Nik stared at him as if he were in a trance, eyes longing, soul wanting, hands tapping against his glass, mind wondering if he could get the gorgeous performer to sing his name like a hymn.

He wanted him, and by all means he was going to get him.

This is just.. *chef’s kiss*🤌🏾🤌🏾

messing around with simon's face again...

Hehe, the last part made me giggle🤭

Something something about John telling Nik to pick up some alcohol at the store, something like a bud light and all. Nothing too fancy, something to chase down peanuts during game season.

Nik comes back with a crate of red wine from France. Same day delivery apparently.

John face palms, and wonders if it'll be too late to argue with Nik.

Football night has now turned into a mix of watching the telly and swatting Niks hands away from his tits.

I feel like Nik’s been kicked to the couch before, but the reasons could vary as to why.

Did he make John’s tea wrong?

Did he not give him his morning hug?(which is impossible because he always does)

Is it because he found out that Nik accidentally put bleach in the washer and ruined his favorite shirt?

Or maybe he finally found the plant Nik accidentally water-boarded when he was washing dishes.

Either way, the possibilities are endless and Nik will live to see another day. The real issue is if John decides that he can’t touch him anymore.

(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?

Pretty privilege is gonna be the death of this world.

Like— tf do you mean you won’t say excuse me when you bump into me but will take some 5’3, clear skinned, 163 pound, A cup girl to the ER if she even trips??

And ‘popular’ kids are the fucking worst.

“Why don’t you wear make-up?” Or, “Why do you always wear joggers?”

Bitch this is community college, who is there to impress? The fucking janitor? Grow up.

Price waking up in a bad mood one morning and giving Nik the cold shoulder despite his attempts at trying to get the Brit to open up and talk to him(or at least get him out of his funk).

By the end of the week Nik is fed up and one afternoon when Price is in the kitchen with his back turned, Nik comes up behind him and traps him against the counter, hands slowly creeping up his shirt to rest on his toned stomach and then drifting up to mess with two perked nipples, pinching lightly.

Price tried to pry Nik off at first, truly he did, but he soon gave in and now he was bent over the counter getting his attitude guts rearranged while Nik whispered filthy Russian into his ear, a large hairy hand gripping his waist so the captain wouldn’t try to escape the pleasure that was being given to him(and if he was in a better mood the following week, nobody spoke on what got him there).

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.