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Nik manhandling and railing a sassy lieutenant price for snapping and mouthing off at him for whatever reason

Correct.

The lieutenant doesn't seem to get the memo either- that his mouth is that what landed him in this position. That being bent over the desk in his office, papers and stationary litter the floor after being thrown to the side by an overzealous swipe of an arm.

His chest aches with how hard Nikolai had slammed him down and he can taste the blood that coats his teeth from the slow weeping wound from where he bit through his cheek with the impact.

Yet the shit-eating grin remains, satisfied and amused at being able to push Nik’s buttons until he broke. Until the calm exterior was traded for a biting glare and John was being bodily shoved across camp and through hallways until they got to his office.

Exactly where John wanted them to be.

Nikolai had taken no time to shove his trousers down and growl at finding John’s already prepped slick hole- just as he had planned.

John had been eager for this, for Nikolai to lose control and take it out on his ass and honestly, he had expected it to take more of a push- Nik could be an infuriatingly patient man despite the man’s mean streak that ran a mile long.

As it turns out, it took no time at all.

John just had to push, mouth off a little, tease and needle at him. The final straw, as it turned out, was some meaningless flirting- wear tighter clothes, bend a little too far, bat his eyelashes, and the man was twitching with barely concealed fury.

MacMillan always said that he had a gob on him and a knack for not knowing when to stop...

“You are infuriating.” Nikolai’s breath is hot against his ear as he presses in deep, chest to John’s back as the lieutenant gasps and stretches out against the quickly warming wood.

“Well, it worked, didn’t it?” His smile is smothered beneath Nikolai’s hand, fingers pushing in harshly so that the puppy fat of his cheeks bulged.

“You talk too much, solnyshko. I much prefer-” Nik rolls his hips and John’s answering cry is lost in his palm, “when you sing.”

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my "suicidal pervert" lifestyle has been largely detrimental to my well-being

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I wish someone really did want to send me $2500/week 😔

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Nikolai is very open about what he likes. In life, in bed, he'll let John know if he's happy.

That's why John almost fails to notice it, the way the Russian's hips stuttering when John wraps his legs around Nikolai's waist.

He seems to have stumbled upon a hidden interest.

Of course, John uses this information wisely.

Wrapping his legs around Nikolai's waist when he's taking the man's cock.

Wrapping his legs around Nikolai when he's sitting on the kitchen counter and the pilot happens to walk by.

Wrapping his legs around Nikolai's waist when he's sitting with his legs swinging out of the heli and the other man walks over to him, bitching about John's heels battering against the metal.

It isn't until he tries it, sitting on the edge of his own desk that Nikolai retaliates.

The Russian is quick and heavy handed when he wants to be, that's why John finds himself face down on the desk with two fingers buried in his hole.

"I'm going to fuck you here and everyone's going to hear it while you do nothing but lie there and take it. Maybe then you'll stop teasing, да, Captain?"

John relents on his teasing.

For a week.

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Nikolai rolls out of bed, after leaving John with shaking legs, and grabs his clothes from the floor. Boxers go on fine, and then Price gets the absolutely glorious experience of watching Nik hike those jeans up 'til the waistband reaches his arse and bulge, and they're so thick, so large, that they defy his efforts to get dressed any further.

Just his heavy balls and thick cock spilling through the v of the fly, his full arse bunching up but too big to contain, everything pushing out against the white cotton of his boxers. Those aren't Nik's jeans, they're John's, and John bites his lower lip as he's faced with such a delicious reminder of how much bigger Nik is than him. The outline of his cock visible, balls and arse bouncing, as he tries to negotiate the jeans up to his waist.

Nik sees him staring and raises an eyebrow. Price tries his luck and pushes the blankets off, spreading his legs to give a nice view. "Fancy a third round, luv? Since yer gotta take 'em off anyway."

Nik doesn't need asking twice.

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why would I let you go

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CAPTAIN MONEY🙏 💰

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In my head Mer!Ghost is a shark species with the same skin as a glass frog. His back a dark blue-black and speckled like the night sky and his front hauntingly clear- and his handler has found that his bones glow under a UV light- a neat party trick if nothing else.

Ghost lives up to his name too, he is near invisible and you have no chance of spotting him unless you know what you're looking for- a spot in the tank that just looks off.

The be all and end all is that he's pretty.

When Soap gets moved into his new tank, he's half convinced he's going insane- while he can sense there's something other than the fish and crabs in with him, can smell the other creature, he has yet to find the other mer. It's a big tank, but Soap is a curious thing at heart and has lapped the full tank he's sure at least 100 times: and yes, no other mer.

It's not until he's doing another lap, honestly just trying to find the last dive stick his handler had thrown into the tank that was never recovered, that he notices that the bright lights above him seem muted in a way the water doesn't affect them. He tilts his head and skims his eyes across the water surface then back to where he saw the odd muted spot and sure enough, it's still there.

Forgetting the dive stick and swimming to check it out results in a gash down his side but that pales to the fact that he's now found the other mer in the tank and by god, is he a pretty thing.

Anyway, Soap bothers this pretty creature until they have a shared denning space and he can confirm that, yes, he can see his cocks through the mer's skin when they mate.

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This is how John Price and Kate Laswell actually met.

From German magazine Lustige Blätter, 1932.

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Hannibal Season 2 Episode 13 Mizumono

she butterfly on my effect til i (gravely serious) everything could have been different

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Come along emotional support pixels

picking up my favorite characters like this and carrying them around with me

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I haven’t forgotten these two… have this comic, the full thing is at the end !

Aaand the full thing with my awful awful comic format:

Blood transfusion is a pretty popular trope and hahaha I couldn’t help myself but draw this out. hello hello post mission banter 😔

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Thinking about my werewolf 141 boys again:

Certain extended pitches trigger the boys to howl and sometimes it's at the most random moments. People have caught on to this fact and will take advantage of it because it's funny.

Legend precedes the 141- people know what they are, and if they don't, they know of their reputation. Sometimes the more ballsy soldiers try to track them down on camp to brag about how close they got to the pack, only to 4/5 times find them in an oversized cuddle puddle.

Price tried to snap his jaws as Laswell exactly once and she grabbed his muzzle and held it shut. He never tried again and the boys will not let him live it down.

They all have their preferred sleep spots when they're lounging about in their wolf forms with varying degrees of inconveniencing of others: Roach is often half hanging out of whatever thing he's sleeping under, he is a living breathing trip hazard and despite his auburn fur, he is easy to miss. When he isn't shoved under something, he's surface surfing or shoving himself into which ever spot Gaz is napping in. Price is either curled into a ball in an arm chair or lounging entirely spread out on the sofa. He does not move and trying to shift him results in a frankly terrifying growl and glare. As soon as whoever dared to bother him backs off, he is back to snoring. Ghost's whereabouts depend largely on Soap's. If the sergeant is around, he is often laid out in the open curled in an seemingly impossible amalgamation of limps and fur. When Soap isn't to be seen, Ghost is often under furniture, shoved to the far back and hidden in the shadows or he's in which ever wardrobe he's managed to weasel into- he likes the dark and sheltered environments. Soap is the epitome of inconvenient sleeping spots- he has been known to lay across the floor spread out, he lays in doorways, takes up couches, has been seen sleeping on counter tops and tables; similar to Roach. While he is with Ghost, that's when he's probably the most "out of the way", even more so when he's been dragged into whichever spot the other man has claimed as his den at that time. Gaz is probably the most "polite" with his sleeping. He's mindful of the space available and the foot traffic that may take place- though it isn't clear if he's being considerate or really doesn't want to be bothered. Having said that, if he has claimed a spot, he will not give it up come hell or highwater and "No Soap, I don't care if you want the sun beam, I was here first", and has even nipped at Price for trying to bully him out of the way on the couch. The only person he really moves for is Roach and that's because he doesn't really have a choice when the other man just flumps over him and shuffles until he's comfortable. Nikolai is an enigma with seemingly no definitive favourite sleep spot. For a hot minute, rumours about him also being a werewolf were murky at best, with people often assuming his grey-black coat was Ghost- if they could even be sure that they saw him that was. He's massive and has been seen slumped over in the hanger, curled up in the helo, laid outside warming himself in the sun or curled up under a pile of snow, he's claimed table tops and couches, when he sleeps on the floor he may as well be a second rug. And as inconvenient as some of his sleep spots may seem, he is polite in being woken up- will happily shift himself for others... Unless he's laid up with John Price. Curled around the other wolf with his head resting on his neck or laying alongside Price's human form, he loses all put upon politeness. He snarls and licks at his jaws if anyone gets close, has shifted just to spook people into moving away before going back to laying against Price.

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AU wolfshifter where no one knows that Soap is a werewolf and he has trouble defending his case and telling them that he wont hurt them because 1. His smile is scary and not very trustworthy and 2. Right after he changes into his human form he can’t talk.

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Sent this to a text group chat: "Guys I'm not high I got soap in my eye but look at how blue it is cuz of the red !"

The responses:

1: NAH don't lie we know you high af

2: soap huh? Was it white and salty too?

3: link to this pic:

"ur both. And I hate you. Freak."

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Get friends like me ! You'll never be without someone to bully you!

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"Oh, Soap is so stupid! He's just a silly uwu boy hahaha"

Ever played the game? Ever watched a gameplay? Ever read his bio??? At least watch the cut scenes.

A demolition expert aka what Soap's speciality is in the game, is basically AN INGINEER.

If those people would watch the cut scenes at least once, they'd see how Soap's character actually is.

There's literally cutscenes as movies on YouTube y'all.

I'm so tired of him being characterized as stupid or silly or soft boy or everything else that he just isn't.

I have yet to see media with Soap characterized correctly. HEAVY ON C.AI AND FICS.

Also the emo-fication of Ghost is insane. He's just a traumatized dude with a mask, y'all. He's not gonna beat the shit out of you over nothing. Calm down.

Soap is canonically much quicker to anger than Ghost is. Even Price and Gaz are quicker to anger and aggression than Ghost.

"Oh, Price is such a DaD" lmao. That man flipped and threw ppl like pancakes, bffr.

Argue with the wall. I'm stomping on this.