Ugh, GIVE ME MY GLOW UP NOW!! I DESERVE IT!

Hairless cats are underrated. Hairless guinea pigs are also underrated

Thoughts on hairless cats? I think they’re cute, but my sisters think they look like a raw turkey😔

BALD CATS MY BELOVED. Do I think they look like plucked chickens? Yeah, does that make them any less endearing? No.

Nik’s father always told him to never mix chemicals together because it could be deadly to himself and everyone around him, and God he wishes he’d listened to him instead of getting involved with a certain Captain from a certain TaskForce, because a small issue can lead into something big, and then they argue, and then they drink, and then they have drunken sex, and then they wake up with a headache in the morning.

“I hate you.” John grunts as Nik thrusts wildly in and out of him, brows furrowed and eyes hazy with lust and something dangerously close to spite. “Can never stop sleepin’ around.”

“Would not have to if you made time for me.” Nik responds with a bitter tone, which soon turns into a groan as he feels John clench around his length. “Ебать!”

“You prick. You know that I’ve tried, and when I do-“ He pauses with a whimper, feeling himself nearing his climax. “Y-You’re always-“

Suddenly, John’s body tenses up and he clamps his thighs around Nik as he comes, a filthy moan leaving his lips and strings of his release splattering on his stomach.

Nik doesn’t stop though, no. Instead, he goes harder and faster, overstimulating John’s senses to where he can only babble out “I hate you’s” and “Nik’s”, stars dancing in his vision as his prostate is assaulted over and over again.

“You hate me and yet you always end up here, in my bed beneath me.” Nik grunts as he stares down at John, shifting a bit to piston deeper into the Captain. “Why do you think that is, hm?”

John begins to get louder, eyes flying open and back arching as his body begins to tremble.

“If you hate me so much, why not get rid of me. Ignore me, ship me out to a different base, kill me.” Nik says, and John musters up the best frown he could and looks away. But Nik won’t have that and brackets the man’s head between his arms before leaning down so they could be eye to eye. “Look at me Johnathan. Look at me. Answer the question.”

And as their eyes met, Nik lets out a feral grunt before catching John’s lips in his own, tongues dancing and teeth clashing in the sloppiest way possible with Nik coming inside the Brit, who soon followed.

Soon, Nik pulls away and stares dead into John’s hazy blue eyes, a string of saliva still connecting the two. He then leans down and kisses his neck, working his way up to his ear and kissing the shell of it before grinning.

“Because you can’t.” The Russian says simply, and John can do nothing but let out a whimper as Nik flips him over on his knees and pushes his chest down to the mattress, face buried into the satin pillow case that laid on the bed as Nik began fucking him once more(and if they ended up cuddling right after and holding each other so tight that they could barely breathe, then sue them).

I think that John has freckles and beauty marks on every inch of his skin, and when he and Nik are lying somewhere, the big Russian with gently kiss every freckle and every mole until John’s a giggling, squirming mess.

…

(And when they’re in bed together, Nik will keep John’s legs open and kiss those thick hairy thighs until he gets to the real prize.)

Not that anyone cares, BUT:

My recent Pinterest collages!^^ I’m especially proud of the Grey one because of how full it looks. The red one is cute, but not as much as the latter.

LOL WHAT?? TS GOT ME DEAD🤣🤣

John, who snuck out to the patch of forest behind base to smoke a cig and take a swing of the Guinness he was not supposed to have, seeing how he had just gotten discharged.

Nikolai, who was hiding out behind a tree, with the sole express purpose of making sure a certain John Price doesn't sign his life (and liver) away so close to his retirement.

Laswell who was in the forest to video call with her wife, because she can't do it in base. (Least the rest of 141 starts calling her wife their other mother)

John stumbles over his footsteps, half drunk, causing Laswell to throw a rock in John's direction. Nikolai ends up tackling Laswell to the ground.

They both watched as John tripped over the rock Laswell threw, face planted himself on the floor and promptly started snoring.

The video Laswell had on file contains the maniacal laughter of Laswell as Nikolai grows red and stands up, tending to his very passed out husband instead.

This.

I need to see Nikolai beat someone up all bloody while furiously swearing in all 8 languages he knows

The weekend is upon me and suddenly all my depressive thoughts are being replaced by ones of clarity and happiness.

Hallelujah, thank you Jesus.

This is just.. *chef’s kiss*🤌🏾🤌🏾

messing around with simon's face again...

UGH, this so was scrumptious I had to come back a second time to enjoy it😩😚

Nikolai takes Price out to every match, or musical, or meeting, every concert, or conference, or convention, that he can find.

Because he didn’t get the chance to go out, where he was before. He didn’t get to experience the world around him. Nikolai didn’t get to leave the bubble he grew up in, because it’s hard to go anywhere at all with nothing to your name.

Price, if he’s honest, hates it. The next time he gets dragged out to some drag show he doesn’t give two shits about, or a five-hour lecture about some old Latin bullshit, he swears that he’ll kill someone.

That is, until he glances up at Nikolai on the train home. The way he’s smiling, mostly to himself, before looking away and out the window.

From that night onwards, Price shows up when he asks without hesitation. Whether abroad, or local, he goes to Nikolai’s side.

Because as much as he may hate spending hours in sweaty convention halls, watching his back, he hates Nikolai being sad more.

Never misses, even in style